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A LESSON FOR PETER

by Doug Rundell

It was September 1996. Kayla Murray was just getting off work at the local shopping mall down the street. It was about 10:30 at night as she was walking to her shiny red convertible in the back parking lot. Kayla was a very wealthy lady in her early-20's, living in her parents' large house in Los Angeles, California.

Kayla drove off down the dark, damp street, as it had just finished raining. Her hair blew in the wind as she cruised down the empty road at 55 miles an hour. Kayla was a gorgeous girl of Japanese origin, with perfect American dialect. She was age 24, 5'8, thin, and had a lovely face with a perfect complexion, complimented by her long jet black hair. Kayla was always a good dresser. Tonight she wore a blue blouse with a black miniskirt, black tights and black flat-soled ankle boots with a fine leather shine.
Kayla arrived home 10 minutes later to find that a light in the second floor of her house was on. She didn't leave it on when she left...something was seriously wrong.
She knew something was suspicious. Kayla got out of the car and rushed to the front door. She went in and locked the front door. After checking the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and other rooms on the first floor, she found nothing unusual.
The light on the second floor was coming from Kayla's bedroom. There was a masked man in black clothing sneaking around, looking through her possessions. He rummaged through her dresser, swiping some jewelry and putting it in his small duffel bag. Then he looked in the night table next to her bed, and found nothing of interest. He started toward the window to make his escape, but then stopped in his tracks. The burglar went over to the closet.
"Who's up there?" Kayla called, walking cautiously up the stairs. She wasn't as afraid as you'd think, finding out that someone had broken into her apartment. Kayla had a black belt in karate and was sure to succeed in defending herself.
The burglar opened the closet doors and looked through her clothing pockets, the shelves - everything. On the floor were many pairs of beautiful shoes and boots that Kayla kept in perfect shape, neatly lined up in rows in the corners of the closet. Kayla slowly walked down the small, carpeted hallway toward her luxurious bedroom, where the door was slightly open. She could see inside that there was definitely a man sneaking around in there.
She opened the door slowly so as not to startle the burglar. But aware of her presence, he stood up, spun around, and pointed a hunting knife at her. "What the -" he exclaimed.
She stood with her hands on her hips, outraged. "What do you want? My money or my jewelry? My clothes? My shoes? Huh?"
"Shut up!" the burglar commanded. "Don't make a move or I'll cut you open! Give me your keys, now. C'mon, hand 'em over!"
Kayla wasn't afraid. "Oh, the car. The men always want the car."
The burglar retorted, "I said shut up! Give me the keys!"
"You know, Mr. Masked Man," Kayla said. "If you're going to break into someone's apartment, then you should really leave the light off so I don't know you're here. I mean, isn't that what everybody else does?"
"Kayla, who do you think you're f--king with!? I mean..." The burglar was in a loss of words. He made a mistake!
"Excuse me? Did you just say my name?" Kayla asked. "How did you know my name?" She approached the masked burglar, as the knife was still in her direction.
The man warned, "Don't come any closer, I mean it! Give me the damn keys!"
"You want the keys?"
"Yeah! Hand 'em over!"
Kayla smirked a bit and said, "Okay, here ya go." She tossed the keys up into the air! As the man reached to catch them, she gave him a quick snap kick to the groin, sending him to the floor, groping himself in pain!
She kicked the knife across the carpet, under the bed. "Did that hurt?" she asked. Kayla grabbed the man by the back collar of his jacket and shoved his head into the vanity mirror of her dresser! He fell down again, holding his head. He was dazed.
"Oooohoohhh, you bitch..." he whispered.
Kayla shoved him onto his back and put a foot on his throat. Her anger was starting to surface as you could tell it in her voice. She increased pressure on his throat as he tried desperately to release her foot. She looked at her open closet once again, and said, "Now I don't really know who you are. But I know only one man who would mess with my shoes."
"Please - I was just -" the man struggled to speak. With the boot still on his throat, Kayla bent down and pulled the mask off the burglar. It was Peter Okrin, her ex-boyfriend. Kayla was stunned! However, she had a hunch it was Peter, especially after noticing that the row of shoes in her closet was disorganized. Peter had a foot fetish, and always liked to massage Kayla's feet and usually sucked her toes during lovemaking. This drove her wild. But it was all over for him now!
"Kayla - please -"
She finally released the foot and Peter tried to catch his breath. Kayla pulled him up off the floor and shoved him up against the wall with her hand on his jaw. "What are you doing here? You better have a good explanation before I call the cops." She paused. "Oh, wait a second. An explanation for a burglary? That won't help you at all."
Peter was shaking in fear as Kayla held him against the wall. He was intoxicated by her perfume. He admired her slender body and her beautiful young face, wanting to kiss her lips. But a kiss was one thing Peter would not get.
"If you just let me speak, Kayla," Peter asked in a calm voice.
Kayla said, "The boot on the throat really had you you begging, didn't it?" A small pause followed, and Kayla continued, "You know, Peter, I would call the cops. But I don't have the heart to see you spend the Christmas season in jail. Now, I believe this stuff is mine." Kayla took the small duffel bag from Peter's hand.
"Thank you," she said. She then gave him a crushing kick to the face so powerful, she put the back of his head through the wall before he finally fell to the floor.
Kayla knelt beside him and grabbed his jaw again. "Look at that! Look what you did to the wall!" she scolded. She lifted Peter to his feet and gave him a punch to the face, and then a hard knee to the groin!
"Aaaaaaaaaahh!" he yelled in pain, falling at her feet. "You didn't - have to do - that - damn it..." He was lying on the floor again, grabbing his crotch, staring at the beautiful woman towering above him. For the first time, Peter realized her real strength.
Kayla placed the duffel bag on the bed. Kneeling beside him again, Kayla grabbed his jacket collar. "Now what the hell are you doing here?"
Peter answered, trying to catch his breath, "I was just - taking back - all the stuff I - bought you when - we were going out...I figured - since we're not together anymore, you - don't deserve it..." He tried to control the pain in his lower stomach.
"I agree with you, dear." Kayla pulled Peter up to his feet, and he stood limp, holding his stomach. She shoved him back against the wall. "You don't deserve my memories either. You're gonna learn a big lesson from this experience, Peter. And I see you went through my shoes. What were you expecting to find?"
"Kayla, I - I didn't find anything - in your closet," Peter said. "You've got lots of shoes, though," he added.
"The better to crush your balls with!" she said. Kayla gave Peter another sharp knee to the groin! Kayla wasn't a woman to mess around with.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" He groaned in pain again, falling to the floor. "Kayla - please..."
Kayla smiled down at the heartless man lying on the floor near the wall. Kayla walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing her legs, watching Peter whither in pain. Peter crawled slowly across the floor to her, trying desperately to earn her forgiveness.
Kayla said, "You're a lousy burglar, Peter."
Peter begged, "Please, Kayla..." He grabbed her foot tightly with both hands, pushing his face against the leather of her flat-soled ankle boot. He was completely stunned by her beauty, and wanted her back desperately. Kayla enjoying sitting there on the bed watching Peter grovel at her feet. There were tears coming from Peter's eyes. He found himself unable to speak clearly under his humiliation, but he honestly still had feelings for her.
Peter eased his grip on her feet so as not to look so low. "I was just - getting revenge by coming here, Kayla," Peter claimed. "And now - I know it's wrong, so please, please...let's - let's just forget this happened. I mean - I still can't understand - why you broke up with me...I never mistreated you. I worshipped you, I still do, Kayla. Can't you see -"
"Shut up and worship me then," Kayla commanded. "You should be ashamed of yourself. You just wanted my money."
Peter said, "But I was the one always buying you things!"
Kayla answered, "And now you take them back. You're a very selfish little boy."
Peter sat up on his knees, pleading, "Kayla, I'm sorry! Please, don't kick me again!"
Kayla stammered, "I didn't say you could get up!" Peter lowered himself to the floor again, in fear of another powerful kick. He lowered his head to her feet.
Kayla explained, "Peter, I broke up with you because you mistreated me. You cheated on me. And then you bought me things to earn my love again when I was starting to lose respect for you. When I told you we were breaking up, you said you would get me back. Well, this is your chance, Peter. C'mon, get me back. I'm telling you, you'll never have me back. I'm the one with the power here, dear. I'm too good for you. I'm too beautiful for you. You don't deserve me."
Peter listened intently to what Kayla was saying. Kayla stood up while Peter was still on his knees. She began to point her finger down at him, saying, "Now I won't let you leave here until you've given me a full apology. You will pay for everything you've done."
"Just, please, Kayla," Peter cried again. "Don't kick me again..."
Kayla shoved Peter onto his back. She immediately climbed on top of him, with one foot on his stomach and one on the side of his face.
"Can you feel that? Can you feel the power of the woman? This is your lesson, Peter! Your lesson is to learn the power of the female, and that this kind of treatment is what you deserve!"
Peter's face and stomach hurt under the beautiful girl's weight. "Ooooooowww - please -"
Kayla stepped back and forth between face and stomach, shifting her weight. She was trying to make a sole mark on Peter's face. Just then, she stepped onto his face with her other foot, now standing full weight on the side of his face!
"Aaaaaaahhh, Kayla - ahhh -" Peter yelled.
Kayla stood there on Peter's face, smiling, with her hands on her hips. "How's that? Feel it? How does it feel?"
"Aah - it hurts!!!"
"Well, how do you think I feel?" Kayla shouted as she stepped off his body.
Peter grabbed the side of his face in pain, checking for blood and trying to catch his breath. Kayla looked down at Peter's terrified face at her feet.
"I didn't say I was done." This is when Kayla stepped on Peter's throat, and the other foot climbed on. Kayla stood full weight on his throat and he immediately began kicking and squirming! His face showed immense pain and began to turn red while his hands tried their hardest to knock Kayla over. Kayla stood on Peter's throat with the finest balance, showing her superiority over him. Peter's face was on the brink of turning purple, and tears streamed from his eyes as he nearly choked to death.
Kayla began to feel some remorse, and realized it was time to go easy on him. She stepped off his throat, and out came a huge gasp of air from his purple lips. Peter grabbed Kayla's ankle and rested on her foot, breathing heavily.
Kayla let Peter catch his breath for a minute. "I can see you're in pain, Peter. Get down at my feet and show me an apology I'll never forget. Then maybe I'll let you go. I'll also let you never come back! Is that a deal?"
Peter turned over onto his stomach and gasped, "Anything you say...anything..."
He positioned himself at her feet and put his face to the leather, kissing her feet obediently. It actually made him feel good, to be able to show his love and appreciation for Kayla - not in this manner, though. It hurt to think that it meant nothing to her but pride...pride to make Peter worship her and apologize.
"Kayla, for the last time, I'm sorry..." And he did apologize. "I'm sorry for the - the way I treated you." Peter continued kissing her foot. He kissed her heel, her ankle, everything. Then he began to lick the edge of her boot sole, partially buried in the carpet. He licked the surface of her boot hard, over and over. "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry..."
"That's it, Peter, lick that boot," Kayla said with a smile. She stood there, posed with one foot out, while Peter worshipped her boot. Kayla felt extremely sexy in leather, whether it was jackets, pants, or even boots. The male tongue slides across leather so easily!
"I am honestly - very sorry for what I've done, Kayla. I wish - you'd believe me," Peter continued. He meant what he said, as he lovingly put his lips all over the boot.
"That's enough," Kayla commanded. "Get up."
Peter rose to one knee and took her hand, kissing it, knowing that it would be his very last kiss for Kayla. He was holding back tears as he stared up at her lovely face. He caught his breath and he could speak clearly now. "I understand now, Kayla. I understand why you don't love me." Kissing her hand another time, he said, "I'm sorry for coming here tonight...I just want you to know that, I do still love you. If I had another chance with you, it would be completely different. I'd worship you like Queen." Peter stood up.
"Yes, you would," Kayla agreed. "Women are to be treated like Queen. Too bad it's too late for you. Get out of here; I don't want to see you again."
Peter nodded, and mumbled, "Yes, ma'am." With that, Peter crawled out of the bedroom window, down the wall. And out of sight forever.

Kayla successfully warded off her ex-boyfriend and his attempts to rob her of her gifts from him...and possibly kill her. Kayla taught Peter a lesson - that in her beliefs, women are supreme, and women rule. She always believed that men who betrayed women should be punished, or at least humiliated. And lastly, Kayla Murray, the beautiful 24-year old girl from her native Japan, slept well tonight knowing that she would never be harassed again by Peter Orkin, her vile ex-boyfriend. Peter completely underestimated Kayla...and this was one lesson he'd never forget.

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