Elite Academy ki strict Principal Mrs. Pooja Sharma kaise ek fail hone wale student, Rahul, ko apna personal servant bana leti hai? Padiye ye intense Indian femdom story jahan discipline ki nayi hadein paar hoti hain.Rahul ki scholarship khatam hui aur shuru hui Mrs. Pooja ki gulami. College office se leke washroom tak, kaise Rahul banta hai ek human doormat Janne ke liye padiye ye thrilling Desi femdom story.

Yeh kahani ek chhote se city ke college ki hai, jahan ka naam hai Elite Academy. Yahan padhne wala ek ladka tha, naam uska Rahul tha. Rahul ek garib ghar se tha, village se aaya tha city mein padhne ke liye. Usne apni mehnat se 50% scholarship mili thi pehle saal, lekin exams mein fail ho gaya. Ab principal madam, jo ek strict aur powerful lady thi, naam uska Mrs. pooja Sharma, usko bulati hai office mein. Mrs. pooja ek 45 saal ki aurat thi, tall, fair skin, sharp features wali, hamesha tight saree pehenti thi jo uski figure ko highlight karti thi. Uski beti, rani, Rahul ki hi class mein thi, topper thi, aur bilkul apni maa jaisi dominant personality wali.

Rahul darte hue principal ke office mein enter karta hai. Room bada tha, AC wala, principal ki desk pe files rakhi hui thi, aur woh wahan baithi thi, specs pehen ke papers check kar rahi thi. Rahul ko dekh ke woh muskurati hai, lekin woh muskurahat sarcastic thi.

"Arre Rahul, aa gaya tu? Baith," Mrs. pooja bolti hai, apni chair pe seedhi baith ke. Rahul chair pe baithta hai, haath lap mein rakh ke, nazar neeche.

"Madam, aapne bulaya tha," Rahul dheere se bolta hai.

"Haan, bulaya tha. Tere results aaye hain. Tu fail ho gaya hai saare subjects mein. Kya socha tha? Scholarship pe aaya hai to maze karega? Ab year back kar, fees phir se bhar, aur padhai kar," Mrs. pooja strictly bolti hai, apni pen se table pe tap tap karte hue.

Rahul ka chehra safed pad jata hai. "Madam, please... main year back to kar lunga, lekin fees... pehle hi maine 50% scholarship se bhari thi. Ab poori fees kaun bharega? Mere ghar mein paise nahi hain. Papa farmer hain, village mein."

Mrs. pooja hassti hai, loudly. "Arre wah! Scholarship mili thi kyunki tu promise kiya tha padhai karne ka. Ab fail ho gaya, to sympathy chahiye? College ke rules hain, fees pay kar, nahi to nikal ja yahan se. Simple hai."

Rahul ro raha tha ab, haath jod ke. "Madam, please mat nikaliye. Main is baar khoob mehnat karunga, saare papers mein pass ho jaunga. Mujhe college se bahar mat nikaliye. Fees... main thodi thodi karke jama kar dunga. Yahan koi job kar lunga, har month thode thode paise de dunga."

Mrs. pooja ka chehra gusse se laal ho jata hai. Woh khadi ho jati hai, desk pe haath maar ke. "Job? Tujhe kya kaam aata hai? Kya kar lega is shehar mein? Tere jaise duffer ke liye koi kaam nahi milega! Bol, kya kar lega? Waiter? Hotel mein? Ya cleaner? Hahaha, tujhe lagta hai un paison se tu college ki fees bhar payega? Dream mein jee raha hai kya?"

Rahul aur jhuk jata hai, "Madam, please... main kuch bhi kar lunga. Koi bhi kaam. Waiter, cleaner, anything. Mujhe mauka do, main har month thode thode karke jama kar dunga."

Mrs. pooja chillati hai, "Tere baap ka college hai jo har month thode thode fees jama karega? Tu hai kaun? Teri aukat kya hai jo tere liye main rules change karwaun? Ek saath fees jama kar, nahi to college se bahar nikalne ki taiyari kar! Get out!"

Rahul rota hua request karta hai, zameen pe gir ke uske paon pakad leta hai. "Madam, please... kuch help kijiye. Main nahi kar paunga to mar jaunga. Ghar wale kya kahenge?"

Mrs. pooja pehle to gusse mein paon jhatakti hai, lekin phir ruk jati hai. Ek wicked smile aati hai uske chehre pe. Woh baith jati hai, Rahul ko upar se neeche dekhti hai. "Thik hai, ek cheez ho sakti hai. Tu waise bhi bahar jaake kaam karke fees chukane wala tha. Isse accha hai mere ghar mein servant ka kaam kar. Main teri ek saath poori fees bhar dungi. Tu jab tak tere fees ke paise poore nahi hote, kaam karega ghar pe mere as a servant. Mere ghar mein main aur meri beti rani rehti hai. Humari chhoti se chhoti, badi se badi cheez ki poorti tu karega. Ek servant ban ke. Samjha?"

Rahul shocked ho jata hai, lekin koi option nahi tha. "Ji madam... thank you. Main kar lunga."

Mrs. pooja hassti hai, "Good boy. Kal se aa jaana. Aur yaad rakh, tu mera servant hai, college mein bhi behave accordingly. Ab nikal."

Rahul agle din subah-subah college pahunchta hai, dil mein darr bhara hua. Kal raat bhar woh so nahi paya tha, soch raha tha ki ab uski zindagi kaisi banne wali hai. Mrs. pooja Sharma ka servant ban kar rehna, ghar pe kaam karna, aur college mein bhi unke hukum manna. Woh principal ke office ke bahar khada ho jata hai, haath mein bag pakde hue, nazar neeche. Thodi der baad bell bajti hai, aur ek peon aata hai, "Rahul? Madam bula rahi hain andar."

Rahul andar jaata hai, office mein AC ki thandi hawa uske paseene se bhare chehre ko chhuti hai. Mrs. pooja apni badi si chair pe baithi hui thi, black saree pehne hue, jo unki curvy figure ko perfectly highlight kar rahi thi. Unki heels black color ki thi, shiny, aur table ke neeche rakhi hui. Woh specs pehen ke papers dekh rahi thi, jaise kuch nahi hua ho. Rahul ko dekh ke woh muskurati hai, woh muskurahat jo darr paida karti hai. "Arre Rahul, aa gaya mera naya servant? Good. Baith, baat karni hai tere se."

Rahul chair pe baithta hai, lekin Mrs. pooja chillati hai, "Arre kutte! Chair pe baithta hai? Tu ab mera gulam hai, zameen pe baith! Servant ki jagah wahi hoti hai, mere paon ke paas." Rahul shocked ho jata hai, lekin chupchap zameen pe baith jata hai, unke desk ke saamne. "Ji madam," woh dheere se bolta hai.

Mrs. pooja apni heels ko table ke neeche se bahar nikaalti hai, aur ek per se dusre per ko cross karke baithti hai. "Sun, tere results ki baat. Tu fail to saare subjects mein hua hai, par 3 subjects mein kam number se fail hua hai – bas 2-4 number se. Un subjects ki classes lene ki tujhe zarurat nahi hai, kyunki tu already almost pass tha. Bas 2 subjects mein zyada marks se fail hua hai, unki classes attend karega. Baaki teen subjects ki jab classes rahengi, tu yahan mere cabin mein rahega, aur meri seva karega. Samjha?"

Rahul shocked ho jata hai, uska mu khula reh jata hai. "Madam, college mein mera kya kaam hai yahan? Konsi aapki seva karna hai?" Woh darrte hue puchta hai, nazar unki heels pe padti hai jo abhi-abhi polish ki hui lag rahi thi.

Mrs. pooja hassti hai, loudly, aur apni chair se thoda aage badhti hai. "Dheere dheere sab samajh jayega, chupchap yahan neeche aa ke baith meri table ke neeche, aur acche se meri sandal upar neeche se saaf kar. Meri abhi-abhi board members ke saath meeting hai." Woh apni awaaz ko strict banati hai, jaise order de rahi ho.

Rahul aur zyada shocked ho jata hai. "Madam, main kaise? Main to..." Lekin Mrs. pooja chillati hai, "Main kya? Kaise bhool gaya ki tu ab mera servant gulam hai? Tere se apni sandal saaf nahi karwaungi to kya makeup karwaungi tere se? Chal, chupchap neeche aa aur jaldi chamka! Mera har order aaj se tera hukum hai, jaldi time nahi hai!"

Rahul ka chehra laal ho jata hai, aankhon mein aansu aa jaate hain. Woh rote hue table ke neeche ghutno ke bal baith jata hai, jaise koi kutta. Jeb se apna rumal nikaalta hai, jo kal se hi ganda tha, lekin koi option nahi. Pehle woh Mrs. pooja ki right heel ko upar se saaf karna shuru karta hai. Heel ki upper side, jo black leather ki thi, uspe halki dhool thi. Woh rumal se ragadta hai, ek-ek strap ko carefully saaf karta hai. Pehla strap, jo ankle ke around tha, usko dheere dheere polish karta hai, rumal ko ghoomakar. Mrs. pooja upar baithi hui thi, papers check kar rahi thi, lekin beech-beech mein neeche dekhti aur bolti, "Arre kutte, zyada zor se ragad! Meri heels ko chamkana hai, na ki kharab karna. Tu jaise koi nalayak servant hai, itna bhi nahi aata?"

Rahul rote hue dusre strap pe jaata hai, jo heel ke front mein tha. Woh rumal ko fold karke, corners saaf karta hai, lekin aansu uske chehre se girte hain. Mrs. pooja hassti hai, "Rone se kya hoga? Tu fail hua hai, ab ye teri saza hai. Chal, jaldi kar, board members aane wale hain. Tu jaise koi gandi mitti hai, mere paon ke neeche."

Ab woh neeche ki side, bottom sole pe aata hai. Mrs. pooja apni right heel ko uski god mein rakhti hai, taaki Rahul acche se saaf kar sake. Sole pe dhool aur halki mitti lagi hui thi, jaise subah garden se aayi ho. Rahul rumal se ragadta hai, lekin dhool nahi jaati. Mrs. pooja chillati hai, "Kutte, itna bhi nahi aata? Sole ko zor se ragad, teri jaise nalayak ke liye ye hi kaam hai. Tu college mein padhne aaya tha ya mere paon chaatne?"

Rahul dusri heel pe jaata hai, same tarah – pehle upar se, straps saaf, fir god mein rakh kar bottom sole. Dono heels saaf hone ke baad, Mrs. pooja neeche dekhti hai. "Hmm, upar se to chamak gayi hai, but neeche se dhool hai, maja nahi aaya. Ek kaam kar, ye neeche ki dhool rumal se saaf nahi ho rahi, isko thoda geela paan chahiye. Ek kaam kar, apni tongue aur saliva se lick kar ke zara saaf kar, shayad ho jayega ek dum clean."

Rahul ye sunke choak jata hai, "Madam, kaisi baat kar rahi ho aap? Main ye kaise lick kar sakta hoon?" Woh rote hue bolta hai.

Mrs. pooja gusse mein bolti hai, "Abe kutte, kyun lick nahi kar sakta? Koi meri chappal mein kuch khichad laga hua hai? Aur laga bhi hua hai to chaat ke acche se saaf kar! Tu ab mera gulam naukar hai, abhi bata rahi hoon mera har order tere liye hukum hoga. Chupchap kaam par lag ja, mujhe board meeting mein jaana hai. Wahan sab mard rahenge, aur mardon ki aadat hai sabse pehle auraton ke pair dekhna. Main ye dhool bhari heels pehen kar jaungi to kya impression padega mera? Chal, chalu ho ja, jaldi se poori lick kar ke saaf kar!"

Rahul fir bhi mana karta hai, "Nahi madam, ye bahut ghinona kaam hai, main nahi karunga, mere se nahi hoga." Ye sunke Mrs. pooja ko gussa aata hai, table ke neeche hi usko ek jordar laat marti hai. Laat itni zor ki thi ki uske muh se khoon aane lag gaya, aur woh khoon madam ke heels par bhi lag gaya. "Kutte! Abhi sirf khoon nikla hai, agli baar se mere kisi order ko manne mana kiya na to itni zor se laat padegi jo daant hi na woh saare bahar aa jayenge tut ke! Chal, chupchap chaat kar saaf kar, poori heels bhi aur tera ganda khoon bhi jo meri in heels par lag gaya hai. Chal, chalu ho ja!"

Rahul dar ke maare chupchap Mrs. pooja ke heels ke bottom sole ko lick karna shuru karta hai. Pehle right heel: Woh apni tongue nikaalta hai, sole ke front se shuru karta hai, jahan mitti aur dhool thi. Taste ganda tha, mitti ka, salty aur bitter mix. Woh dheere dheere lick karta hai, tongue ko sole pe ragadta hai, ek-ek groove saaf karta hai. Mrs. pooja upar baithi has rahi thi, "Haan kutte, acche se lick kar, jaise koi asli kutta mitti chaat raha ho. Tu jaise paida hi mere paon chaatne ke liye hua hai. Zor se ragad tongue, dhool saari nikal!"

Rahul rote hue poora sole lick karta hai, heel ke back tak, jahan zyada gandagi thi. Fir woh heel ko god mein rakhti hai, taaki woh comfortably lick kar sake. "Good boy, ab dusri heel. Lick kar jaise teri maa ne sikhaya ho, nalayak!" Dusri heel pe, same – front se back, tongue se ragad ragad kar saaf. Taste se usko ulti aane wali thi, lekin dar ke maare karta raha. Mrs. pooja bolti ja rahi thi, "Dekh kutte, ye teri nayi zindagi hai. Har din aisa hi hoga, mere paon ki seva. Tu jaise koi worm hai, mere sole ke neeche."

Poori heels sole ek dum chamakne ke baad, Mrs. pooja check karti hai, neeche dekhti hai. "Good mere kutte, ye acche se lick ki na. Ab koi bhi mard dekh kar inko lick karne ka man karega. Chal, chhod meri heels ab. Lunch time ho gaya hai college ka, lunch karne de, washroom jaane de." Itna bolke woh pair jhatak ke washroom mein chali jaati hai, aur Rahul wahi baitha rehta hai, apne muh ko daba ke khoon rokta rehta hai.

Thodi der baad, washroom se awaaz aati hai, "Sun kutte, idhar aa jaldi!" Rahul daudta hua jaata hai. Mrs. pooja washroom ke door pe khadi thi, heels geeli thi. "Ae sun kutte, peon abhi pocha laga ke gaya hai poore office mein, aur main washroom se aayi hoon, sandal geeli hai. Main wapis geeli sandal leke poore office mein jaungi to office wapis ganda ho jayega. Ek kaam kar, tu jaldi meri ye heels saaf kar, inko sukha jaldi taaki mera office ganda na ho."

Itna sunte hi Rahul neeche baith kar apna rumal nikaal kar poochhne lagta hai. Itne mein fir ek jordar laat padti hai, is baar last time se zor se, aur sidhe naak mein lagi. Rahul wahi par gir jata hai, naak se khoon behne lagta hai. Mrs. pooja chillati hai, "Kamine! Abhi tune is rumal se meri heels ki dhool saaf ki thi, aur is dhool wale rumal se wapis meri saaf sutri heels saaf karega? Chupchap neeche let yahan, aur apni jeebh nikaal or acche se apni jeebh se lick kar kar ke sukha ye! Chupchap ek awaaz nahi nikalni chahiye!"

Rahul dar ke maare neeche let jata hai, jeebh nikaalta hai. Mrs. pooja apni right heel ko uski jeebh par ragadna shuru karti hai, poori taqat se. Heel ka bottom sole poora geela tha, washroom ka paani aur gandagi mix, taste alag sa ganda – salty, bitter, aur mitti jaisa. Woh jor jor se ghis ti hai, jeebh par, jaise koi carpet saaf kar rahi ho. Rahul ki jeebh chil jaati hai, dard se cheekh nikalne wali hoti hai, lekin woh chup rehta hai. "Haan kutte, feel kar ye taste, washroom ka paani teri jeebh pe. Tu jaise koi mop hai, mere paon ke liye. Zor se ragad rahi hoon, teri jeebh chil jayegi tab jaake rukungi!"

Pehle right heel: Woh sole ko front se back tak ghis ti hai, 10-15 baar, har baar poori force se. Rahul ki jeebh par scratches aa jaate hain, taste se muh bhara hua. Fir left heel, same – ghis ghis kar sukhaati hai. "Dekh kutte, ye teri punishment hai order na manne ki. Ab se har baar aisa hi hoga, teri jeebh mera personal dryer banegi." Poori heels sukhi hone ke baad, woh last mein uski jeebh ko apni ek heel se poori kuchal deti hai, taqat laga kar crush karti hue bolti hai, "Jab maine tujhe bulaya tha to tu do pair par chal ke aaya tha, but ab yaad rakh tu ek kutta hai, aur kutta kabhi do pair par nahi chalta! Yad rakhna, yahan teri har galti ki saza badhti jayegi!"

Usne poori jeebh crush kar di, Rahul ki jeebh sun ho chuki thi, chil chuki thi. Mrs. pooja jaake chair par baith kar lunch karne lagti hai. Rahul uthne ki koshish karta hai, lekin madam bolti hai, "Sun be, uthne ki koshish mat kar. Ye jo washroom hai, college ki saari female teachers use karti hain, aur abhi lunch hua hai to teachers use karne aayengi. To woh andar se use kar ke aayengi, uske baad unki bhi footwear lick kar ke saaf karke sukha na, taaki mera office ganda na ho. Samjha?"

Rahul ye sunke choak jata hai, apni ghayal jeebh se bolne ki koshish karta hai, "Madam, main aapka servant hoon, aapne itni berahami ki mere saath, maine sab aapke order follow kiye, but madam aur teachers ke saamne mujhe zaleel mat karo please."

Mrs. pooja gusse mein dekhti hue bolti hai, "Shayad tujhe do laaton se samajh nahi aaya, aur zarurat hai tujhe uske baad hi mere har order ko bina sawal kiye maane ga. Tu choice tere upar hai, chupchap wahan lete raho, ya laat khaane ke liye taiyar raho. Tu jaise koi garbage hai, teachers ke paon ke neeche. Ab chup, ek shabd aur bola to teri jeebh kaat doongi!"

Itne mein ek teacher andar office mein enter karti hai. Woh teacher strong aur beautiful thi, naam Miss Anita, suit aur kurti pehne hue, flat sandals jo brown color ki thi, simple lekin elegant. Good afternoon wish karke washroom ki taraf badhti hai. Jaise hi woh dekhti hai washroom ke darwaje par Rahul leta hua hai, ruk jaati hai. "Arre tu yahan kyun leta hua hai?"

Rahul kuch nahi bolta, sirf ro raha tha. Mrs. pooja bolti hai, "Arre kuch nahi madam, aaj kya door mat rakhna bhool gaya peon aur main nahi chahti ki mera office ganda ho. Ye nakara waise bhi koi kaam ka bacha nahi hai, ab jab tak iske free periods chal rahe the to iski jeebh ka hi use kar loon as a door mat. Ab bina tension jao andar, ye bilkul aapki sandal ka sole lick kar ke ek dum naye jaise saaf kar dega."

Miss Anita hassti hue uske pet par apna pair rakhti hai, full force ke saath, aur andar washroom mein enter karti hai. Thodi der baad woh bahar aati hai, jaise hi bahar aati hai, woh apne flat sandal ka sole uske t-shirt par poochhne lagti hai. Itne mein Mrs. pooja tokti hai, "Arre madam kya kar rahi ho aap? Iske t-shirt se poocho gi to aur gandi ho jayegi. Iski jeebh ka use karo acche se, aur aapki dono sandal poori saaf karwane ke baad meri taraf se iski jeebh par ek zor dar laat marna. Iski galti hai jab bahar aayi to isne jeebh bahar kyun nahi ki, taaki agli baar isko iski galti yaad rahe."

Miss Anita hassti hai,  Chal kutte, shuru ho ja." Woh apni right flat sandal ko Rahul ke muh ke paas laati hai, aur woh jeebh nikaalta hai. Sole lick karna shuru karta hai, ek-ek kona. Taste bahut ganda – mitti aur washroom ka mix, geela aur sticky. Pehle front se, fir sides, grooves saaf. "Haan lick kar kutte, taste kar ye washroom ki gandagi. Tu jaise koi toilet cleaner hai, hum teachers ke liye." Dusri sandal, same – lick lick kar, taste se muh bhara. Last mein woh jeebh bahar nikaalne ko bolti hai, aur ek zor dar laat marti hai jeebh par. "Ye le saza, nalayak! Ab se yaad rakh, humare paon ke neeche teri jagah."

Uske baad college ki sabse modern teacher aati hai, naam Miss Sneha. Ye wohi teacher thi jiske subject mein Rahul fail bhi hua tha, aur woh shuru se isse bahut chidh ti thi. Isko dekh kar woh most of time isko apne period mein class se bahar kar deti thi taaki iska chehra dekhne ko na mile. Miss Sneha suit pehne hue thi, legging ke saath, watch pehne hue, aur beautiful jutti in her feet – red color ki, embroidered.

Woh Rahul ko dekh kar shocked ho jaati hai, "Tu yahan kyun leta hua hai be?" Woh ek dum chidh mein poochhti hai. Rahul chupchap leta rehta hai. Mrs. pooja gusse mein bolti hai, "Arre kutte, sabko tera introduction main doon kya? Ab muh khol apna aur bata kya kar raha hai yahan tu."

Rahul darte hue apni zakhmi jeebh se bolta hai, "Main yahan ka human door mat hoon, jo bhi andar washroom jaayega aur bahar aayega, uske footwear mein apni tongue se saaf karunga, jisse madam ka office ganda na ho."

Itna sun ke Miss Sneha jor se hasne lagti hai, "Sale, teri aukat ye hi hai. Main teri shakal dekhna isliye hi pasand nahi karti thi." Itna bolke woh uske face par apna ek pair poora rakh kar andar washroom ko jaati hai, aur jaan kar apni jutti ko uske poore muh par ragad ti hai. "Ragad rahi hoon kutte, feel kar meri jutti ka sole teri skin pe. Tu jaise koi carpet hai, mere pair ke neeche."

Jab woh andar thi, Mrs. pooja bolti hai, "Sun be kutte, jaise hi madam bahar nikle, unki jutti ki saafai kar ke pass wale staff room mein jaake ye bottle bhar ke laana, 5 min ke andar. Apne charo haath pair par kutte jaisa chal kar, aur agar 5 min ke andar nahi la paya na to jis commode mein ye saari teachers mut mut ke ja rahi hain na, usmein hi woh bottle ka paani daal ke tujhe pilaaungi. Yaad rakhna!"

Rahul ek dum shocked ho jata hai, par uski ghayal jeebh se uski kuch bolne ki himmat nahi hoti. Andar washroom mein Miss Sneha ye saari baatein sun rahi thi. Woh to uspe chidh ti hi thi, usne man mein hi socha, "Sale, isko to apna aaj mut pila ke hi rahungi, jab hi mere man ki bhadas niklegi." Itna soch ke woh bina flush kiye bahar aati hai.

Woh darwaja open karke sidha apni jutti uske muh par rakh ti hai, "Chal kutte, chalu ho ja, acche se lick karna ye." Woh jaan kar apni jutti poori geeli karke layi thi, washroom ka paani aur uska mut mix. Rahul lick karna shuru karta hai, poori ek-ek sole. Taste bahut ganda – salty, bitter, aur urine jaisa, sticky aur warm. Pehle right jutti: Front se lick, tongue ragad ragad kar, grooves saaf. Miss Sneha bolti hai, "Haan chaat kutte, taste kar mera special gift. Tu jaise koi toilet hai, meri jutti ke liye. Zor se lick, feel kar ye geelapan teri jeebh pe!"

Dusri jutti, same – lick lick kar, taste se ulti aane wali. "Dekh nalayak, ye teri saza hai fail hone ki. Ab se har din mera paon chaat, kutte!" Poora saaf hone ke baad, woh staff room mein chali jaati hai. Uske dimag mein yahi chal raha tha, isko 5 min ke andar wapis madam ke cabin mein nahi jaane dena hai.

Rahul bottle pakad kar, kutte jaisa chal kar staff room mein jaata hai. Jaise hi woh ghus ta hai char pairo par, sab teachers usko dekh kar hasne lagti hain. Ek teacher taunt deti hai, "Arre dekho dekho, madam ka kutta aaya hai! Jagah do isko. Ae kutte, kya naam hai tera? Zara bata to."

Dusri teacher bolti hai, "Haha, ye to wahi fail wala ladka hai, ab kutta ban gaya. Kutte, bhonk zara, sunna hai tu acche se lick karta hai!"

Teesri teacher, "Arre kutte, yahan kyun aaya? Koi bone chahiye? Ya madam ka order hai? Tu jaise zoo ka animal hai!"

Rahul ignore karke sidha kutte jaisa water cooler par jaata hai. Fir woh teacher jisne flat sandals pehne the (Miss Anita), dusri madam se baat karte hue bolti hai, "Arre tum poochh rahi thi na mere aaj sandal itne kyun chamak rahe hain? Arre is kutte ki jeebh ka kamal hai, itne acche se lick kiye hain isne, dekho poore chamka diye hain." Sab hasne lagti hain, "Haha, to ye teri personal tongue cleaner hai? Next time mujhe bhi de dena!"

Jab Rahul cooler se paani bhar ke wapis lautta hai, Miss Sneha jaan kar usse takra ti hai, aur bottle neeche gir jaati hai. Woh usko zor dar ek laat marti hai, "Kutte, teri itni aukat tu mere se takrayega?"

Rahul bolne ki koshish karta hai, "Madam, aap aayi, main to ja raha tha sidhe." Itne mein usko fir se ek laat padti hai, "Kamine, teri itni aukat tu mere saamne muh kholega?" Woh uska face crush karne lagti hai apne pairo se, "Kutte, ye mat bhool, madam ko pata chalega tune unki itni mehngi bottle zameen par girayi to tera kya haal karegi, samajh lena."

Itna sunte hi Rahul teacher ke pair pakad leta hai, "Please madam, principal madam ko mat batana." Itne mein woh bottle utha ti hai, fir bolti hai, "Tujhe ye bottle chahiye na?" Woh bolta hai, "Yes mam, please jaldi dedo, mam ko jaldi dena hai."

Itne mein woh zameen par thook ti hai, aur apni jutti usme geeli karti hai, aur uske muh ke saamne rakh ti hai, "Le, chaat kar saaf kar isko, iske baad ye bottle milegi." Rahul bolta hai, "Nahi madam, ye nahi kar paunga main, please dedo." Woh aaram se khadi hoke bottle hilate hue bolti hai, "Soch le, time tera ja raha hai."

Rahul rote hue jutti pe se thook lick karta hai, taste ganda – saliva aur mitti mix. Itne mein woh madam dusri madam ko bottle pass kar deti hai.

Pehli madam (Miss Anita, flat slippers wali), bottle pakad ke bolti hai, "Arre kutte, bottle chahiye? Pehle meri das ungliyan lick kar, saaf kar." Woh apni das ungliyan uske muh mein daal ti hai, ek-ek ungli lick karwati hai. "Haan chaat kutte, taste kar meri fingers. Tu jaise koi baby hai, meri ungli chus." Har ungli pe humiliation: "Ye le pehli ungli, jaise teri maa ka doodh. Dusri, feel kar saltiness. Tu nalayak, ye hi teri food ab."

Dusri madam (ek aur, jutti wali), bolti hai, "Tune in madam ki jutti aur sandal ka sole acche se saaf kiya, mera bhi kar. Apni jeebh se apne sole lick karwa." Woh apni jutti ko uske muh pe ragad ti hai, sole lick karwati hai. "Haan lick kar, taste kar ye old mitti. Tu jaise koi vacuum cleaner hai. Zor se, meri dominant queen ban!"

Teesri madam (jutti wali), apni jutti utar ti hai, aur saari madams usme thook ti hain. "Ab ye thook wali jutti se lick kar, saara thook pi ja." Woh jutti uske muh mein daal ti hai, lick karwati hai. "Haan pi kutte, humara thook teri drink. Taste kar, salty aur femdom flavor. Tu jaise koi slave hai, humari spit queen!"

Uske baad Rahul dog ki tarah chalta hua office pahunchta hai. Mrs. pooja gusse mein bolti hai, "5 min bole the, aur tu 15 min mein aa raha hai! Kutte, teri himmat kaise hui late hone ki? Tu jaise koi worthless worm hai, time ki value nahi samajhta!"

Rahul bata ta hai, "Madam, main Miss Sneha se takra gaya tha, to punishment mil rahi thi. Woh takrayi, bottle giri, fir unhone laat maari, aur humiliation kiya." Woh details mein bata ta hai, rote hue, "Unhone thook lick karwaya, aur bottle pass pass kar ke aur teachers ne bhi humiliate kiya."

Mrs. pooja gusse mein bolti hai, "Teri itni aukat kutta hoke mere staff se takrayega? Ab punishment tujhe mere saamne milegi. Tu jaise koi criminal hai, ab saza bhugtega!"

Uske baad principal Miss Sneha ko bula ti hai office mein, "Madam, isko jo punishment dena hai aap mere saamne do, jo isne aapse takra ne ki himmat ki." Miss Sneha to bhadas nikaalne ke liye taiyar hi thi. "Isko achi punishment mil gayi hai madam staff room mein, but aap bolti ho to aur deti hoon aapke saamne."

Woh apni sidhe pair ki jutti nikaal ti hai, "Ye dekh kutte, tune isko lick kar ke saaf ki thi na? Iska taste to tune chakha hai, ab mar bhi chakh." Itna bolke usko 10 thappad apni jutti se poori zor zor se uske gaalon par marti hai – 5 right jutti se right gaal par, 5 left jutti se left gaal par, poori taqat se. Uske dono gaal laal ho jaate hain.

Uske baad principal bolti hai, "Ye punishment to ho gaya, ab jo tu 5 min ki bottle 15 min mein laya, us punishment ki baari hai." Itna bolke baal pakad kar usko washroom mein le jaati hai. "Yaad hai na kutte, maine bola tha jis commode mein ye saari teachers toilet kar ke ja rahi hain, usi se tujhe paani pilaaungi." Jor se baal kheench ti hai.

Itne mein Miss Sneha bolti hai, "Kutte, dekh andar tere liye pehle hi andar maine gift rakha hai." Woh andar dekhta hai, pishab thi bina flush ki. Mrs. pooja usme paani daalte hain, aur uska muh uske andar ghusa dete hain, poora sar seat mein daal kar apne pairon se daba dete hain. Rahul baar baar sar nikaalne ki koshish karta hai, to Miss Sneha uski pant khol kar uske kulle par zor zor juttiyon ki barish karti hai, uske dono kulle laal ho jaate hain. Dard se usme energy nahi bachi.

Mrs. pooja uska muh poori taqat se apne pairon se daba ti hai, chilla ke bolti hai, "Kutte, jeebh nikaal kar kutte jaisa paani pi isme se! Humko awaaz bahar tak aani chahiye." Woh majboor apni jeebh nikaalta hai, paani pina shuru karta hai. Taste paani se zyada Miss Sneha ki pee ka – ek dum salty aur bitter. "Haan pi kutte, taste kar humari femdom drink! Tu jaise koi toilet slave hai, ye teri nayi diet. Zor se pi, feel kar ye humiliation, salty bitter mix teri jeebh pe. Ab se har galti pe ye hi saza, mera mut pi! Hahaha, dekho kaise pi raha hai, jaise koi thirsty dog!"

Miss Sneha has ti hai, "Haan, mera gift taste kar, bitter salty, teri saza! Mera pair teri peeth pe, crush kar rahi hoon, nalayak!"