My teachers feet

This experience took place while I was in tenth grade I was 16 at the time
and becoming more and more aware of all female feet around me. I found
myself constantly staring at many girls feet in my classes and also a few of
my teachers as well. One teacher particularly always had me staring, her
name was Mrs. Kate O’conner. I’m not sure if she was Irish or not I think
she was for she did have naturally red hair and had an Irish toned looking
skin, I think she was in her late thirties. Anyway Mrs. O’conner had me
looking at her feet constantly for she almost always was dangling them that
would drive any person with a foot fetish crazy. It was almost as though she
teased me for she would never actually take her foot out of her shoe fully
just leaving it dangle on her toes before she wiggled it back on to her
foot. I had never seen her barefoot for she almost had on nylons and on a
few occasions would wear sneakers with white socks on. But from what I had
seen of her feet they were about a size 7, with wrinkled soles, and almost
never painted toes. Now as I said I had a tendency to look at her feet all
class and therefore I wouldn’t pay attention during her class at all and
started to do very poorly in her class. One day as class let out at the end
of the day we were all piling out the door when she grabbed my shoulder and
pulled me away. She sat me down at a she next to her desk and asked “hey
what is wrong? You’re doing very bad in my class and I just can’t figure out
why. You’re a very bright student it just seems that you don’t pay attention
and are always day dreaming.” She said this to me as she showed me the
grades which I had recently received in that class all failing or close to
it.”Well you see Mrs. O’conner I just always get distracted in class I can’t
really help it” I answered to her. She replied “well is it one of the people
near you is it something in the class that I can move or put down?” I just
looked down and said “no ma ‘am in all honesty it’s you that’s been
distracting me.” She said looking rather puzzled “what is it about me that’s
distracting you is it the color clothes I wear or the pins I wear or
something of that nature. Because I can wear different things if it’s
interfering with your education.” I answered “no it’s nothing as simple as
that.” She again looking very puzzled now and pushed on saying “well what is
it then because at the way you’re going you’ll fail and have to go to
summer school.” I just looked away slight and said “well Mrs. O’conner it’s
your feet that are distracting me… I can’t help it they’re very nice
looking and I just can’t help but stare,” ” Oh” was the only response she
said. After a few minutes of silence she said “Well I think I can fix that,
you’re dismissed I’ll see you tomorrow.” I left rather lost as to what
she was getting to, I went home that day and couldn’t help but wonder what
she was talking about. I spent almost all of that night either dreaming
about her feet or thinking about what she could have meant. I finally
decided I would find out tomorrow and thought I had best get some sleep.