Pam
      Submitted on 03/12/06


It was almost two weeks later since the incidents of my last story- Bonnie.

Nothing had been said by my parents or our next-door neighbor, Bonnie since 
that last night when she had thrown me to the floor and forced me to lick 
and kiss her shoes, and my mother's. I say forced, but of course that was 
not really the case, not totally.

I had willingly licked and kissed Bonnie's shoes that first time, and my 
mother's slippers as well, trying to apologize for my 'rude' behavior, at 
their command. Why, I don't know? I should have rebelled, but I didn't. I 
had been embarrassed and humiliated but still I had done as told and debased 
myself at their feet.

Now it was two weeks later, and as I said, nothing more had been said. My 
parents were getting ready to go out to a special benefit dinner for my 
father's job, and I was to stay home. What annoyed me was that my folks 
thought that I still needed a baby sitter.

Now normally that task would fall to my sister. She was six years older than 
me and just graduated high school, and getting ready to start her freshman 
year at college in a neighboring town. She had moved out at the beginning of 
June and settled into Dorm life already. Unfortunately, she was not 
available to sit for me.

Now at this point I had graduated from primary school and was slated to 
start junior high next fall. I was pretty cocky and thought that I should 
stay home alone, but my folks weren't hearing that. I needed a sitter, and 
if my sister would not, could not, then it went to the back up.

Pam was Bonnie's daughter. That in itself gave me a bit of pause, but it was 
more her age than her family that set me off. Pam was just two years older 
than I was, and why my parents thought that that made her more responsible 
was beyond me. She was no more adult than I was, but for some reason she was 
considered more responsible, and I would have to live with it. I was to have 
a sitter, like it or not.

My mother and father looked great. Mom was dressed in a black dress and 
heels with her hair done up and dad was in a fresh suit. I was lying on the 
floor in front of the TV and in a snit when the doorbell rang. Mom told me 
to be nice as she went to answer the door, slipping a big, hoop earring into 
her ear before she opened up. I heard Pam's voice.

"Hi, Miz Baker. You look great!"

"Thanks, Pam. C'mon in."

I ignored the opening and closing door, the chatting that followed as my 
father came out of the bathroom with keys in hand. I just kept watching 
television.

"You be good, Billy," he said, adjusting his cufflinks. "Do what she says. 
She's in charge."

"Yeah," I grunted, ignoring him and focusing on the TV.

"He's eaten," mom said as she shouldered her bag, she and my father at the 
door. "There's food in the fridge if you get hungry though. Bed by twelve 
for him. We should be home by two at the latest."

"No worries, Miz Baker," I heard Pam. "Long as he can watch TV, we'll be 
fine, I'm sure."

They all laughed and said good bye- to me as well, though I ignored my 
folks. Too, I ignored the door as it slammed shut and the locks slid into 
place. It was a sound of finality, and impending doom though I did not know 
it then and there.

"So how ya doin' squirt?" Pam asked. I could hear her moving around behind 
me, but I ignored her. I was pissed, and felt the need to take it out on 
her. Not so pissed that I had not looked back to take a look at her though.

Pam was no goddess, no cheerleader, but she was cute. She looked nothing 
like her mother. She was thin where Bonnie was plump, tall where Bonnie was 
short. Even her hair was brownish-blonde where her mother's was gray, 
probably once black. She was wearing jeans and a tee shirt with a low scoop 
neck, her hair cut short to her shoulders and I could hear that she had on a 
pair of flip-flops as she moved around behind me. I tried to ignore her, but 
it was hard and just the sound of her sandals got me hard.

"Fine," I said, annoyed that she called me squirt. She always had even 
though I was taller than she was. It was some joke to her that I never got.

She flopped down on the couch, and for awhile I assumed that she was 
watching TV, just going through the motions of baby-sitting me. I ignored 
her, but after about twenty minutes I heard her get up again and start 
walking around. Before too long I heard her walk right up and she stepped 
right in front of me, blocking the television. I stared at her feet for a 
moment, her toes wiggling right in front of my face. I could smell the 
rubber of her old and worn flip-flops. I looked up her body; her forever 
long legs, past her shell top and her tiny breasts to see her grinning down 
at me.

"Mom says you like feet," she said without hesitation. I just stared at her 
for a minute, my mouth going dry as my skin flushed. I swallowed.

"What?"

"Mom told me what happened a couple weeks back," she explained and I felt 
myself getting hard as I returned my attention to her feet in humiliation. I 
could not believe it. I stared at her feet, in her thongs, watching as her 
toes wiggled, the clear polish on the nails sparkling right in front of me. 
"She said you licked her shoes clean and kissed her feet. And your mom's," 
she laughed. "Show me. Kiss my feet."

I looked up at her. I could not believe it, but I was getting excited and 
actually starting to sweat. She just kept grinning, leering down at me and I 
had to look away, back to her feet. She slid her right foot forward then, 
right under my chin.

"C'mon." she said, putting her hands on her hips, waiting. I licked my lips 
and finally leaned forward. I pressed my lips to her toes.

I kissed Pam's feet for all that I was worth. I ignored that she was only 
two years older than I was. I forgot that she was my baby-sitter. I forgot 
that she was Bonnie's daughter and simply concentrated on her feet, enjoying 
the moment. I could feel myself getting excited, harder with every lap of my 
tongue on her soft skin. I kissed and licked, savoring the fresh, sweet 
fragrance, the flavor of her feet. She tasted clean and wonderful on my 
tongue and mouth. I had changed.

Bonnie had changed me somehow, two weeks earlier. I had worshipped Bonnie's 
feet from afar and had given myself up to her then. Now I was doing the same 
with her daughter and loving it. I leaned forward as she pulled her right 
foot away, then slid her left in, in replacement. I started anew.

There was a flash of light and I jumped. I looked up and saw Pam holding her 
Cell phone out, and as soon as I looked up she took another picture with a 
giggle. And another as I flinched, before I could look away.

"Just a little insurance," she said, taking another of me groveling at her 
feet. I hung my head and felt her toes thumping me. "C'mon."

I sighed, knowing that I was done. After a minute she stopped with the 
pictures and put her Cell away. "I wanted a little hold, Billy. You do as I 
say and this stays with us. Give me shit and I set the shots on the school 
web site, send 'em to the paper. All your friends will know what a sick 
little pervert you really are." Pam's toes wiggled, scratching my chin.

I bent low and got back to work, defeated.

***

I was on my hands and knees, kneeling in front of my favorite chair when we 
heard the sound of a car in the driveway and saw the headlights flash on the 
wall.

"Shit," Pam said as she removed her legs from my back. "They're early."

Pam planted a foot in my side and shoved, yelling at me to get to my room 
even as I tumbled to the floor. I scrambled to my feet and ran as she 
quickly straightened up the living room.

I jumped into bed, wearing just my underwear as Pam had had me strip down to 
nothing while I waited on her hand and foot throughout the evening. I had 
fixed her snacks, lit her cigarettes, brought her drinks and otherwise 
played the part of footstool for the evening as she sat and watched TV. 
Occasionally she would throw me a bone and drop her foot in front of my face 
to be kissed or licked, but for the most part I remained little more than a 
slave for the night, and finally a piece of furniture.

I barely got my covers up to my chin when I heard the front door open and my 
parents came in. They chatted with Pam for awhile- paid her I imagine, and 
she said that I had been great, and was now asleep. She lied through her 
teeth, but my folks- or at least my dad did not suspect a thing. I heard Pam 
leave eventually, and after awhile my parents went to bed.

I lay there for a time, marveling that Pam had gotten away with what she had 
done. Marveling too that I had done it, and enjoyed it. I had licked and 
kissed her feet without complaint, just as I had done with her mother- and 
MY mother.

I could feel myself getting hard again just thinking about it. Thankfully, I 
finally fell asleep.

Story © Carnaj 2006