Once 6 year old John and 11 year old Melissa, a friend, were having an argument about John taking Melissa's earring. "Give it back John, or else you know what I'll do!" she said. He just giggled. Melissa was a blond haired, 5'5, 103 lb girl. John was maybe 50 lbs. She was wearing a green dress and white socks. She lunged for her earring but John jumped away. "You asked for it John!" He giggled again.
She grabbed him around the waist and pryed the earring from the little hands. Still holding him, she put it carefully on her dresser. Then grabbed him again and squeezed him tightly around the waist. He gasped still giggling. She did it several times more draining his strength. Then she threw him on the ground. He just lay there unable to move.
"You're a bad boy and must be punished," she said playfully smiling. She sat on her bed and took off her white socks. Then she walked over to John who was on his back. She looked down at him and laughed. He laughed too knowing what was coming. Melissa threw her socks down. John tried to get up but she lifted a bare foot and put it on his chest pushing him down and pinning him to the floor. He tried to get up again but she pushed down again. She smiled down at him again. "I think you need to be tickled!," she said. "Noooo." he said, but she ignored him. Still smiling she put her toes on his stomach and wiggled them. He tried not to laugh but he couldn't help it. She tickled him even harder with her toes. He pleaded with her through his laughter but she just stood there with her barefoot on his belly smiling down at him, her toes moving quickly. Finally, when his face was red and he couldn't breathe anymore, she stopped. She looked down at him, her foot still resting on his stomach. "Wasn't that fun?" she asked. He said nothing only smiled up at her. She wiggled her toes on his belly again and he started to laugh. "I can't hear you," she said. "YES! IT WAS FUN!" he screamed. She stopped her tickling and let him catch his breath.
When his face returned to normal, she shifted her barefoot back up to his chest. "Do you want to smell my feet?" she asked. "No, no, no, no!" he said shaking his head from side to side. She smiled at him,"Of course you do!" She lifted her foot off his chest and tried to lay it down on his face but her shook his head from side to side. She returned her foot to his belly and gave it a tickle. "Do you want to go back to this?" she playfully threatened. "No", he said. "Then stop moving," she said. He stopped struggling and lay with his face up smiling. She smiled, "that's better." She again lifted foot and slowly brought it down on his face, the arch on his mouth and her toes on his nose. "Smell it," she demanded. John took at breath. "They smell stinky." he complained. "They're supposed to" she said delighted. She pressed her smelly barefoot into his face ordering him to take deep breaths. He did as he had no choice. She then squished his nose between her big and second toe and laughed. He began to breathe through his mouth because his nose was shut. She released his nose and pressed her arch over his mouth. She cupped her smelly toes over his nose and stood there for about 5 minutes looking at him smell her feet. She took her foot off his face and sat on his chest. She grabbed his arms with her hands and held them down. She lifted her feet and put them back on his face. After 10 more minutes of smelling, she played with his nose with her feet. Then she stood up again. She set her foot on his stomach and stepped up so that she was standing on him with one barefoot on his stomach and the other on his face. He tried to tell her to get off, but his words were muffled by her arch covering his mouth. She laughed. She pressed her arch on his mouth. "Smell my feet again" and he did.
Finally she got off him and helped him up. His face smelled like her feet. "Well that was fun," she said. "Yeah," he said. She washed his face off then his mom came and picked him up. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said. He smiled and left.
She went back inside and lay down on her bed. That was fun, she thought. She lifted a barefoot to her nose and smelled it. It smelled terrible. Now she knew what it felt like for John to smell her feet.
