Teacher Feet Stories Novels & Stories

“Never mind. Shall we go to tea?” I shrugged. “Sure.” Why not? What else did I have to do? Besides, I was actually a little excited to tell him about the training. I had never done anything like that before. It was exhilarating! I wanted to tell someone. And other than the maids, I didn’t exactly have a lot of friends around here. So tea sounded just fine. But as I went to step out of the bathroom, I slipped on the wet floor. My foot came out from under me and I started to fall.

"The story is about a girl named Karen." Karen started with her early years. Growing up with her miserly parents. She moved on to narrate her first sexual experience. She was in high school and her fees had not been paid. A teacher promised he would pay her fees if she came over to his place. She narrated how she could not further her education to college.

“At first my feet were flat on the ground until they started crying. I tried to turn to face them but they jacked my arms higher so I barely touched the floor. I didn’t hear any hitting but I know they were injured in some way. Hearing them scream was worse than receiving my own torture.”

It pains me deeply to see Funke hurting like that. I never imagined our first meeting for over 3 years would end up like this. I kept having flashbacks of the good old times I shared with her as I took my shower in the bathroom. I was smiling subconsciously as I remember the time that I had to back her to cross the street because everywhere was flooded and she was scared to put her foot into the clusters of water in the streets. She called me her hero that day but now I think I have turned from hero to zero or even a villain.

She bounces in time to her counting, and since she’s watching my feet, and I’ve always been the most well-behaved student in any class, I bounce, too. “Okay, now, start with your left. Heel. Toe. Heel. Toe. Tap, tap, tap, tap.” I heel. I toe. I tap. My feet are clunky wooden marionettes at the end of strings. “You’ve got it,” Ashleen says. “Now dip with your knees between the heel and toe.” That’s when it falls apart. My feet stutter to a halt. I’m already flushed and breathless, and now my cheeks are on fire.

Zhi Ru replied. Yao Tai replied, "After mentioning these symptoms that I told you about soon, this poison will start to enter all over your feet and can make you unable to walk, and in the worst case, you should cut it up." "What? I don't want to? If you know all this, is there a way to treat my feet?" Zhi Ru replied. .. He replied, "Actually no, but I know a teacher who can do that. He can treat your foot easily, and I am his student. He taught me some things about medicine."

My fingers are painted with the warm wetness of my blood as I try to stop the bleeding. "Baby," Kaleb falls beside me, his trembling hands reaching out for my foot. I hissed and he froze, looking at me worriedly. The P.E teacher was beside us and some of the concerned students surrounded us too. " What happened?" The teacher demanded, his eyes scanning the field for any signs of the culprit. "Something sharp," I wince clutching my foot and Kaleb quickly lifts me into his arms, his eyes also in search of the culprit. Then his eyes narrowed on the spot my foot had just been on and his jaw clenched.

Enough about that let me take your shoes off. Shane takes my shoes off and starts massaging my feet. Oh my, that feels heavenly, my feet were getting swollen walking in my heels. Why would you walk in heels, knowing that your feet will swell? To answer your question, it was because I wanted to feel beautiful before I got any bigger, then cannot see my feet.

Tiffany began. “Oh, darling. How do you mean?” Mrs Gold asked. “It was not adding up. A junior student came to call me in class that a teacher sent for me. While heading to the teachers staff room, I stepped on some banana peels.” “This is a cock and bull story. Tell us something else.” Shawn interrupted. “Can you just let me finish?” Tiffany asked. “Ignore him and go ahead.” Mrs Gold nudged.

*Brief Introduction. *Book name: Dynamic Diary of Tee. *Author name: Omah Susan. *Dedication This book is dedicated to all my loyal fans so far who had in one way or the other encouraged me. *AL RIGHTS RESERVED ® No part of this book should be republished or uploaded in any other website nor app without the author's consent. Be warned. This story is partially a true life story as it is a book. Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues.