Crushed by Aunt 7 min read

When I was about 10 it was the early 1960’s, the magical era when stiletto heels were worn by most fashionable women.   During that time we lived in a house that had a basement window which looked out upon the walkway and three steps that led to our front door.  At the base of the steps was a welcome mat for people to wipe their feet.

One afternoon while I was playing in the basement, I heard some high heels  coming up the walkway and noticed it was my mother. I looked out the window just in time to see her white spike heel pump land on a big fat bug in full stride.  Juice squirted out from under her shoe as all her weight pressed down on him.  Then she walked over the bug and into the house, leaving his dead mangled carcass completely flattened on the sidewalk.

The whole scene happened in just a few seconds and it left me completely mesmerized.  My mother didn’t even notice that she had crushed the life out of a bug under her high heeled shoe.  She had a grocery bag in her arms so almost surely couldn’t see him.  It didn’t even register in her mind that she had squashed a bug under her pumps as she came into the house.  But I couldn’t get that crush scene out of my head for days.

Later that week my mother told me that her sister would be over Saturday at around 9:30. My aunt was a 50 kg (110 lb) 21 year old who loved to wear fashionable clothes and sexy, stylish high heeled shoes. She was single and quite attractive. Well, I knew I had to find some critters to place on the walkway and hope that both her and my mother might treat me to a crush fest.  Watching my mother unknowingly step on that bug had really inspired me.

I was so excited I could barely sleep that Friday night and was up early on Saturday.  After breakfast I found four large crickets and one big fat snail in a nearby field. At around 9:00 I started playing by the steps and at around 9:20 placed the four crickets under the center of the welcome mat. The mat held them in place but you could see little lumps where they were. Every now and then one of the lumps would move a bit. I sat there for some time, choosing where to place the snail.  Right then I saw my aunt’s car pull up.

My mother must have seen the car too as she came walking out of the house and down the steps. She walked right past me and stepped squarely on one of the crickets under the welcome mat, totally flattening it with the pointy toe of her high heel shoe. The previous bulge in the carpet was no longer there ! I sat there stunned for a few seconds staring at the mat.  I was thinking how the cricket, which had been alive just moments ago, had been completely crushed in an instant.  Then I quickly composed myself and placed the snail in the middle of the shady part of the walkway so it was better camouflaged but almost sure to be stepped on.

My mother and her sister talked for a minute or two at the car and picked up the food my aunt had brought over.  I ran for the cellar, climbed up on the workbench and watched. I didn’t have to wait long till I heard the distinct sound of two pairs of high heels clicking their way up the walkway and toward the poor helpless snail and crickets. I looked on in awe as my mother’s blue pump mashed down on the side of the snail while walking over it. A split second later my trailing Aunt’s thin heel landed on some of the snail debris.  Later, when I looked carefully, I saw the snail was about  75% crushed completely and 25% exactly normal, which I thought was wild.  The women were talking nonstop and carrying the food my aunt had baked so neither one noticed the snail massacre at all.

At this point my mother stepped onto the welcome mat with her right heel landing squarely on one of the cricket mounds. You could see the dent her spike heel left in the little mound.  At least part of that cricket was now smashed into the concrete.  My aunt was close behind and she wiped her stiletto sandals several times on the mat sealing the fate of the crickets. She was so young & beautiful at that moment, smiling and laughing while looking up at her sister as she stomped and ground down on the hidden crickets with her sexy shoes and all of her body weight.  None of the crickets made it out of there alive.

After the pair walked into the house I sat there listening to their heels punish the floor right above my head. Then I heard the loud report of my Aunt’s white 10 cm (4″) high heel sandals as she strode off to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the sound of my mom’s heels clicking their way to the living room. Then I heard the TV and my aunt. I went upstairs and saw both of them sitting on the sofa. This was great because on the floor in front of the sofa was a throw rug.

I decided to go near my aunt’s feet. If I laid down just right, I could pretend to be playing under the coffee table with my matchbox cars on the floor while easily sneaking my hand under the throw rug by her shoe. I proceeded to do this and had my hand such that my fingers were on either side of her right heel. I watched in admiration as she rocked her lovely foot on that slender 10 cm (4″) white heel. Then she raised her heel off the ground and I saw my chance, I slid my fingers under her heel. Her heel was so thin that it covered only one finger. She sat there with her legs crossed and just a slight pressure on the heel. Then she stretched both her legs out and slowly brought them back in.

I slid my hand around so as to have her heel on it again. As I did, she came down with her right heel on the back of my hand. The weight of her crossed legs was entirely on that heel and the back of my hand now. It was a lot more pressure than I had imagined and my hand was starting to hurt. She was rocking her foot on that heel and grinding it into the back of my hand as she and my mother watched something on TV. Then a commercial came on and she slid her foot back about an inch, uncrossed her legs and was about to stand on my hand when my mother told her to stay there. My mother stood up and walked off to get some coffee. My aunt placed her left foot next to the right one which now had it’s heel planted between and just behind my left hand’s index finger and middle finger knuckles. She sat like that till my mother came back.

Then before I could think, she stood up. Instantly I felt an unbelievable amount of pain in my hand as her heel sunk between the bones. She stood there then shifted quickly from her right foot to her left, then back to her right. She stood with all her weight on her right foot and my hand then stepped off. But no sooner was her heel off my hand then she turned slightly, and stepped on my hand with the ball of her foot, twisted about 90 degrees and sat back down. Man did this all hurt. At this point I decided to pull my hand out as soon as I could. When I finally got my hand out from under the throw rug, I went off to the bathroom to assess the damage.

I had a nice bruise and cut where her heel had mashed the back of my hand. Since her heel was not much more than 6 mm (1/4″) square, it left a deep red gouge on my hand even through the thin rug. I was amazed that my 50 kg aunt could exert that much pressure and pain simply by stepping on my fingers. The neighbor girl, who was also 10 and a bit heavy, had stepped on my hand with her tennis shoes but it never hurt me like this.

That day I learned a valuable lesson about high heels, and especially those real thin ones.  They were to be respected.  If they were ignored, it was at your peril !