David had to clench his jaw and turn his face to the side each time Ms. Bell cracked his back from the crop.  If he wasn't careful, he'd likely sink his teeth right into her ankle in blinded frustration.  Switching over to the other foot, he was growing a bit annoyed at just how detailed she expected the cleaning to be.<br/><br/><br/>Figuring it was just to humiliate him, David thought it would just be a couple of quick licks, however Ms. Bell was full out wanting clean shoes; a more practical expectation on top of a demeaning task.<br/><br/><br/>Coursing his tongue over the last patch of shoe left he could think of, David's eyes lifted slightly to look up at her, though the tip of his tongue was still perched on the shoe.  He didn't dare assume he was done, rather he lingered to see if her desires had been met.<br/><br/>