Ste Letto
04-16-2003, 12:14 PM
"Having fun you two?" Caroline asked, chuckling. "Hi mom," squealed Amanda, "you shocked me." Amanda looked down to her two feet, plastered to Joseph's face, "We're having loads of fun, aren't we Jo?" The two women laughed when Amanda momentarily lifted her soles from Joseph's face, as if he could answer them. Amanda spoke from the side of her mouth in a slightly lower voice, "Yes thankyou Amanda. I'm having lots of fun under your lovely feet!" The two women roared with laughter.
"I'm glad to hear that Joseph" said Caroline. "I hope you're not getting spoiled though." The girls grinned at their mental cruelty against Joseph. "It's time for your physiotherapy now, so I hope you're ready." With that, Caroline perched her bottom on the edge of the chair and crossed her legs. Smiling contentedly she removed her right boot and dropped it to the floor. Moments later her left boot was off and dropped onto the floor too.
Amanda slid off the chair and stood watching. She loved to see her mum do this. Amanda wasn't as effective as her mum because of her slight weight. Caroline stepped up onto the chair and moved to stand at Joseph's feet. His feet were wasted and small, deformed and twisted. Caroline's feet were long, strong, shapely and slender. They dwarfed his. They were sheathed in nylon, but inside they were perfectly pedicured. She carefully positioned her foot, so the heel would come down on the side of Joseph's heel, and the toes would press to the side of Jospeh's toes. By stepping down she would turn his foot out painfully from the ankle, flexing, stretching and inflaming the joint.
Caroline lowered her heel, until she had Joseph's heel pinned to the bed. Moving totally at her own pace, she let her perfect foot roll forward, putting pressure on Joseph's ankle. Since he was paralysed, it was easy for his joints, his muscles and his tendons to tighten up. Even his circulation deteriorated. The idea of these exercises was to counter that. That they hurt like nothing else was purely a bonus as far as Caroline was concerned. She continued stepping down until the turned foot was pressing deep into the padded surface of the chair. Joseph's face was a rictus of pain. Caroline maintained the pressure, as she had been taught, then lifted her other leg and bounced on the one foot sending pulses of even worse pain through her adopted son's leg.
Laughing, she brought her foot back down, and moved to Joseph's other foot. With no pause, she gave that one the same treatment. First a slow bending round and down, then increasing pressure, then bounces under one nylon clad sole. Jospeh's ankle creaked and groaned and screamed with pain. When she stepped off onto the chair cushion both Joseph's lower legs felt as if they were on fire. Amanda skipped up and down, mouth drawn wide in a huge grin and clapped gaily. Her mom smiled, turned and bowed theatrically.
Now Caroline moved to work Joseph's wasted legs. She pressed her toes to his shin bone, transferring more and more weight until she rose up, balancing on that one leg. The bone bent down sharply. She held her nerve, until she was sure it would snap, then stepped off. Now the other shin was punished the same way. Joseph was delirious. Only the massive amounts of adrenalin running through his bloodstream kept him conscious. It was no mercy.
Caroline stepped off and on his thigh, as if she were doing step aerobics. One foot on his thigh, two feeton his thigh, bounce three times, one foot off, two feet off; this was the pattern. She did this over and over. Each thigh received the same punishment.
She stepped on his abdomen, and simply stood for a few moments, letting her big, hot feet sink in. Joseph felt his insides being compressed. His head swam. His eyes bulged. He felt as if he were an overfilled sausage about to burst. Caroline took to putting more weight on one foot so she could burrow the toes of the other deep into his internal organs. The burrowing foot would disappear up to the ankle before it stopped. Caroline used her big strong feet to massage Joseph's agonised innards.
Then it was on to his chest. She began again by simply standing stock still, letting his elastic ribs bend inward. Tiring of that, she began marching on the spot, slamming each descending foot down hard with a loud thump. She marched like the drum majorette she had once been, swinging her arms to propel an invisible baton.
She stepped off, placing her balled heel down on Joseph's palm, where she twisted it left and right over and over again. She moved her foot back, treading on his fingers now, bending them and threatening to snap them off. She walked on his forearm, rolling her foot, distorting the bone and stretching muscle and sinew. She moved to the upper arm, where she was able to get both soft soles side by side to distend and hurt. Joseph's upper arm joined the chorus of pain. Before too long, the other hand and arm received the same cruel treatment.
Now only his head remained. Caroline stepped up, left foot right foot onto her adopted son's head. Heels pressed to his jaw, insteps to his eye sockets, toes to his forehead. She shimmied side to side, working her hips playfully, making Amanda laugh. Joseph's skull began to bend inward. Caroline raised each foot in turn for a few seconds, then popped them back down. Joseph felt his head might explode. There were no words to describe the intense agony he felt.
Caroline stepped off and hopped down. "Whewww," she said, tired from her exertions. She slid her feet back into her boots and headed for the door. At the door she paused and turned back. "Don't forget Joseph, we're all going out thise evening, so Kerry and Kirsten will be round to babysit you." Then she disappeared, followed moments later by Amanda.
"I'm glad to hear that Joseph" said Caroline. "I hope you're not getting spoiled though." The girls grinned at their mental cruelty against Joseph. "It's time for your physiotherapy now, so I hope you're ready." With that, Caroline perched her bottom on the edge of the chair and crossed her legs. Smiling contentedly she removed her right boot and dropped it to the floor. Moments later her left boot was off and dropped onto the floor too.
Amanda slid off the chair and stood watching. She loved to see her mum do this. Amanda wasn't as effective as her mum because of her slight weight. Caroline stepped up onto the chair and moved to stand at Joseph's feet. His feet were wasted and small, deformed and twisted. Caroline's feet were long, strong, shapely and slender. They dwarfed his. They were sheathed in nylon, but inside they were perfectly pedicured. She carefully positioned her foot, so the heel would come down on the side of Joseph's heel, and the toes would press to the side of Jospeh's toes. By stepping down she would turn his foot out painfully from the ankle, flexing, stretching and inflaming the joint.
Caroline lowered her heel, until she had Joseph's heel pinned to the bed. Moving totally at her own pace, she let her perfect foot roll forward, putting pressure on Joseph's ankle. Since he was paralysed, it was easy for his joints, his muscles and his tendons to tighten up. Even his circulation deteriorated. The idea of these exercises was to counter that. That they hurt like nothing else was purely a bonus as far as Caroline was concerned. She continued stepping down until the turned foot was pressing deep into the padded surface of the chair. Joseph's face was a rictus of pain. Caroline maintained the pressure, as she had been taught, then lifted her other leg and bounced on the one foot sending pulses of even worse pain through her adopted son's leg.
Laughing, she brought her foot back down, and moved to Joseph's other foot. With no pause, she gave that one the same treatment. First a slow bending round and down, then increasing pressure, then bounces under one nylon clad sole. Jospeh's ankle creaked and groaned and screamed with pain. When she stepped off onto the chair cushion both Joseph's lower legs felt as if they were on fire. Amanda skipped up and down, mouth drawn wide in a huge grin and clapped gaily. Her mom smiled, turned and bowed theatrically.
Now Caroline moved to work Joseph's wasted legs. She pressed her toes to his shin bone, transferring more and more weight until she rose up, balancing on that one leg. The bone bent down sharply. She held her nerve, until she was sure it would snap, then stepped off. Now the other shin was punished the same way. Joseph was delirious. Only the massive amounts of adrenalin running through his bloodstream kept him conscious. It was no mercy.
Caroline stepped off and on his thigh, as if she were doing step aerobics. One foot on his thigh, two feeton his thigh, bounce three times, one foot off, two feet off; this was the pattern. She did this over and over. Each thigh received the same punishment.
She stepped on his abdomen, and simply stood for a few moments, letting her big, hot feet sink in. Joseph felt his insides being compressed. His head swam. His eyes bulged. He felt as if he were an overfilled sausage about to burst. Caroline took to putting more weight on one foot so she could burrow the toes of the other deep into his internal organs. The burrowing foot would disappear up to the ankle before it stopped. Caroline used her big strong feet to massage Joseph's agonised innards.
Then it was on to his chest. She began again by simply standing stock still, letting his elastic ribs bend inward. Tiring of that, she began marching on the spot, slamming each descending foot down hard with a loud thump. She marched like the drum majorette she had once been, swinging her arms to propel an invisible baton.
She stepped off, placing her balled heel down on Joseph's palm, where she twisted it left and right over and over again. She moved her foot back, treading on his fingers now, bending them and threatening to snap them off. She walked on his forearm, rolling her foot, distorting the bone and stretching muscle and sinew. She moved to the upper arm, where she was able to get both soft soles side by side to distend and hurt. Joseph's upper arm joined the chorus of pain. Before too long, the other hand and arm received the same cruel treatment.
Now only his head remained. Caroline stepped up, left foot right foot onto her adopted son's head. Heels pressed to his jaw, insteps to his eye sockets, toes to his forehead. She shimmied side to side, working her hips playfully, making Amanda laugh. Joseph's skull began to bend inward. Caroline raised each foot in turn for a few seconds, then popped them back down. Joseph felt his head might explode. There were no words to describe the intense agony he felt.
Caroline stepped off and hopped down. "Whewww," she said, tired from her exertions. She slid her feet back into her boots and headed for the door. At the door she paused and turned back. "Don't forget Joseph, we're all going out thise evening, so Kerry and Kirsten will be round to babysit you." Then she disappeared, followed moments later by Amanda.