This is based on the Book 'Ella Enchanted,' by Gail Carson Levine, a Cinderella pastiche in which the titular character has to follow any command given to her. 'Ella Enchanted' is a beautiful book suitable for children. This is not.

It had been two weeks since Sir Kevin lost his bout with Sir Dillion. I was still bleeding every few days. Once again, I was in Sir Kevin's room, frozen in place by his outstretched hand.

He had me strip. Deliberately and slowly.

"Turn around, Ella."

I turned around, one full rotation.

"No, you fool. Turn around so I can see your back."

I turned around one half rotation.

"You didn't turn around the way I wanted. I think you deserve a punishment. Do you agree?"

I stood there, still paralyzed except for Sir Kevin's orders.

Sir Kevin sighed. "From now on, when I ask you a question, you will respond without me ordering you. Do you agree that you deserve a Punishment?"

I had to respond, but I didn't have to be honest. I knew what he wanted to hear. "I agree, Sir Kevin."

"Kick yourself in the ass eleven times."

I complied. After my ordeal, each kick was utter agony. Blood began to leak out of my naked backside. I tried to keep steady despite the pain. I would be Punished if I fell.

"You have blood on your ass and feet," Sir Kevin said. "You don't want blood on your feet. Say it."

"I don't want blood on my feet, Sir Kevin."

Sir Kevin pointed towards the ground. That meant I was to kneel. I complied. "Bow down to me."

I bowed.

"What do you think we should do about the blood on your feet?"

What to say? "I should wash them, Sir Kevin."

"Bow down to me again."

I bowed.

"I don't want you to wash your feet, Ella. I want you to lick them clean. Do you want to lick your feet clean, Ella?"

I knew what answer he wanted. "Yes, Sir Kevin."

"Tell the truth. Do you want to lick your feet clean?"

I only had one option. "No, Sir Kevin."

"Ella, let me explain what is about to happen. You will kick yourself in the face. Every time you do so, you will find your feet just a little bit more appetizing. You will answer my question, honestly. You will repeat this process until I order you to stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir Kevin."

"Start."

My foot connected with my face. It smelled terrible. "I don't want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

I kicked my nose. My feet were ugly. "I don't want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

My foot connected with my face again. "I don't want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

Another slap. It did look more appealing. "I don't want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

Another impact. Maybe licking my feet would be fun. "I don't want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

Once more. "I don't want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

Another kick. My toes were pretty. "I don't want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

Another slap. I hesitated. "I don't want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

A final kick. What Sir Kevin had been waiting for. "I want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

"Keep going, Ella."

Surprised, another kick. "I want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

Once more, tantalizing close to my mouth. "I want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

I'd never smelled something so good. "I want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

They were beautiful. "I want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

I wanted to lick them so much. "I want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

I would trade anything. "I want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

I would do anything. "I want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

Everything he had done to me would be worth it. "I want to lick my feet, Sir Kevin."

"Stop," he ordered.

I stopped. Finally.

"There is a bucket of water over there, Ella. Wash your feet."

No. No!

"Isn't that what you wanted? Thank me, Ella."

The words tasted like ash in my mouth. "Thank you, Sir Kevin."

Sir Kevin waited for me to wash my feet and my ass.

"Do you still want to lick your feet, Ella?"

I looked at them. So sexy and perfect and clean. "Yes, Sir Kevin."

Sir Kevin gave another evil smile. "You will lick your feet, Ella. And you will find them disgusting." Impossible! "You will hate it. You will hate every second of it. You were realize how foolish you were to ever love your feet. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Sir Kevin."

"Then do it, you useless sack."

Even as my deepest desire was granted and my right foot moved towards my mouth, I knew to be afraid. I knew Sir Kevin's orders would turn night into day, and make the sexiest thing in the world disgusting.

I gagged when my foot touched my tongue. I wanted to leave, to vomit, to die. But only the second one was a possibility, and I would be punished dearly for it. "Lick harder," Sir Kevin ordered. I moved my tongue up and down my foot. It was horrible. "Between the toes, slave." I followed his orders. I found that my feet hadn't been washed quite as thoroughly as I thought.

"Stick your foot into your mouth, Ella."

I had no choice. I stuck it in.

"Move it around, Ella."

I obeyed.

"Now take it out, and put your left foot in."

I did as I was commanded. My left foot was equally foul.

"Now stick them both in."

My mouth was filled with a disgusting mess of soles and toes.

"Still too dignified," he said. "With your right hand, play with your breasts."

I obeyed.

"With your left hand, slap yourself."

I obeyed.

"Wriggle your feet around in there."

I obeyed.

"I am going to leave you there. Choking on your feet, fondling and slapping yourself. Thank me."

"ThnkysrKvn," I sputtered.

"Keep thanking me all night."

I obeyed.