Forgotten and Rediscovered
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
Ms. Prittey slides the nylons off her foot. Phil feels his surroundings rumble, and suddenly a burst of fresh air consumes his face. Much better than the smelly, sweaty stench he had been engulfed in before. The stench of Ms. Prittey's foot, however, sinks back into his nostrils, reminding him that despite the fresh air, he is still right next to this prison. Once the nylon covering is completely removed from his body, he is no longer trapped. Gravity grabs him, and he falls onto the floor.
"What the hell is that?!" exclaims a startled Ms. Prittey. She looks down to see Phil lying on the ground below her grasping for air.
"What are you still doing in my nylon?" she questions, looking confused.
"You ahh put me there..." Phil stammers.
Ms. Prittey suddenly remembered what had happened earlier that day. She had forgotten that he was even in there after he stopped squirming. She feels a glimmer of sympathy for the poor boy as she recalls the torture she put him through. She probably should had let him out a while ago, but it felt so good! She looks down at Phil who is desperately trying to explain all he knew of he had been falsely punished by being forced into her shoe. He looks so cute and pitiful down there, she thinks, not really able to hear most of his squeaks. She made a mistake but can't show it. She must show her dominance and not give up her authority by admitting faults. She is his teacher and now that he's in her house, master. She can't make mistakes in judgment: her word is law, no matter what. She can't retract her previous statement. That would be accepting defeat and submission to her pet. Anyways, she thinks to herself, it'll be fun.
"How dare you backtalk to me, mister!" Ms. Prittey shouts. Phil stops in mid-syllable. Ms. Prittey's voice was loud enough, but her shouting, much to Ms. Prittey's enjoyment, knocked him onto his kneels.
"Now, when I ask you what you are doing, there is only one response. You say, 'Sorry, Ma'am for disobeying you.'"
"But you put me in there in the first place..." Phil begins while climbing back unto his feet.
"But nothing!" she beams. She raises her foot and kicks Phil back on the ground. Well more precisely, he is flung about four feet into the air and landed on his back. "Now what is your answer."
"Sorry Ma'am."
She threateningly raised her foot above him, "For what?"
"For disobeying you."
"That's more like it," her voice slowly lowered back down to a normal volume but still maintained its sternness. "In a little while, I will forgive you, but first you must be punished. Let's see how should I punish you for invading my feet?"
"What the hell is that?!" exclaims a startled Ms. Prittey. She looks down to see Phil lying on the ground below her grasping for air.
"What are you still doing in my nylon?" she questions, looking confused.
"You ahh put me there..." Phil stammers.
Ms. Prittey suddenly remembered what had happened earlier that day. She had forgotten that he was even in there after he stopped squirming. She feels a glimmer of sympathy for the poor boy as she recalls the torture she put him through. She probably should had let him out a while ago, but it felt so good! She looks down at Phil who is desperately trying to explain all he knew of he had been falsely punished by being forced into her shoe. He looks so cute and pitiful down there, she thinks, not really able to hear most of his squeaks. She made a mistake but can't show it. She must show her dominance and not give up her authority by admitting faults. She is his teacher and now that he's in her house, master. She can't make mistakes in judgment: her word is law, no matter what. She can't retract her previous statement. That would be accepting defeat and submission to her pet. Anyways, she thinks to herself, it'll be fun.
"How dare you backtalk to me, mister!" Ms. Prittey shouts. Phil stops in mid-syllable. Ms. Prittey's voice was loud enough, but her shouting, much to Ms. Prittey's enjoyment, knocked him onto his kneels.
"Now, when I ask you what you are doing, there is only one response. You say, 'Sorry, Ma'am for disobeying you.'"
"But you put me in there in the first place..." Phil begins while climbing back unto his feet.
"But nothing!" she beams. She raises her foot and kicks Phil back on the ground. Well more precisely, he is flung about four feet into the air and landed on his back. "Now what is your answer."
"Sorry Ma'am."
She threateningly raised her foot above him, "For what?"
"For disobeying you."
"That's more like it," her voice slowly lowered back down to a normal volume but still maintained its sternness. "In a little while, I will forgive you, but first you must be punished. Let's see how should I punish you for invading my feet?"
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