My brother’s detention

Author – Christian

My younger brother was a shit, always getting into trouble especially at school. He’d lost his door key and with our parents working late I had to ensure I was home to let him in but I wanted to go to my girlfriends house.
I messaged him telling him to go straight home but he replied saying he had detention and would be late home. I decided to give him my key after school so I hurried along the corridor to catch him before his detention but he had already entered along with his mates. I entered the room and noticed shoes on the floor by the door, I looked at my brother, he and everyone else in detention where sat at desks in their socked feet. I grinned at my brother, finally he was getting punished, something that never happened at home, our parents were far too soft. I found it funny that the teacher had confiscated his shoes too. He looked embarrassed to see me, he sensed my delight at seeing him in detention especially being shoeless. Unfortunately the teacher sensed it too as I approached his desk.
The teacher assumed at first I was there for detention too and told me to take off my shoes. I laughed telling him I wasn’t here for detention but to give my brother my house key. The teacher didn’t take kindly to my laughing or my delight at seeing those in detention especially my brother being punished.
“You find it amusing?”, asked the teacher.
I nervously laughed as I said no, this annoyed the teacher further.
“I don’t like your attitude” he said telling me I won’t need to have to give my brother my key as he could leave with me after detention. I again explained I am not here for detention but he said I now was for being disrespectful. My brother and his mates laughed as the teacher ordered me to remove my shoes. They stopped laughing when the teacher gave them another detention the next day.
“Take off your shoes” he demanded again telling me to obey or I’ll get get detention all week for disobeying.
“But Sir” I pleaded as I looked down at my feet. I became embarrassed as I reluctantly unlaced my shoes before taking them off in front of the class. I could see my brother smirking as I placed my shoes next to his.
I sat down and put my head in my hands as I felt the wood floor with my socked feet. I had always strived to do things right unlike my brother and here I was in the same detention class with my shoes confiscated.

Torture by Prince Philip

Author – R Y J

We have a form master called Mr. Phillips, we normally call him between ourselves Prince Phillip.

I regularly come late to school, ring the bell at the entrance and am allowed into class, I end doing detention every now and again, but all in all it is not a big deal.

One day a friend of mine called David and I came late, we rang the bell for the secretary, not anticipating any problems and for some reason we were forwarded to our form master Prince Phillip, he refused to opne the door and said that he is coming.

He turned up and opened the door, and, opening a a gate with a swipe of his card, led us to the schoolyard of the middle classes, they had recently erected a jungle frame with ropes that was probably three stories high.

“Take off your shoe” he ordered us. we complied, id somewhat hesitatingly.
“Now your socks” this time we paused, and he had to repeat himself a coule of times.
“Now up to the top, he said waving at the rope structure.
With little choice we climbed on. The red ropes dug into our skin while each was was attacjed with a metal piece at each end, which were freezing and literally torturous on our bare feet. Before we had reached the top one of the classes had started recess and all the kids stood at the bottom gawking at us.

Eventually we arrived at the bottom, bruised degraded and humiliated, and wre allowed to put on our shoes again.

Cleat-less again

Author – Irsocks

We were allowed to wear costumes again at work this Halloween. Like last time John wore a baseball uniform. This time he wore an Atlanta Braves uniform complete with the glove, cap, jersey, pants, socks, and cleats. He even had the black paint under his eyes. He must had forgotten what happened last time because he did not bring a change of clothes or shoes again. Like last time he had slipped his cleats off because I saw him hurrying to his desk cleat-less in his striped blue socks. I just giggled thinking about what happened last time.
Like last time he was still at his desk after work and had the same look on his face as before. I walked up to him and said, “He did it again didn’t he?” John said, “No, Rick could not have done it because he is not here. I thought I was safe this time.” I told him to wait at his desk and that I would check the same place as before. I could not find his cleats this time. He had his sock feet up on his desk when I returned. He quickly took his feet down obviously embarrassed. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, but not too much because he knew what happened last time.
John was too embarrassed to walk two blocks to his car in his sock feet. I gave him two solutions. I told him that I would give him a ride to his car, but he quickly said no because he would have to walk out in his socks to my vehicle. I told him that he could where my boots to go and get his car, and then bring them back once he was in his car. He said he would still have to walk back to his car in his socks once he returned my boots. I told him that I did not mind walking out of the building to his car to get my boots once he retrieved his car. He hesitated a minute but then agreed.
I slipped off my boots revealing my black and red Puma crew socks. I watched as he slipped my boots onto his blue sock feet. He thanked me and left to go get his car. I waited at the front entrance on him to return. He never did return. I waited for about twenty minutes before I gave up and walked back to my desk. There were still co-workers in the building. I had to explain why I was shoeless. I told them what had happened and that I had loaned John my boots to go get his car.
What I did not know was that it was John’s last day at the office. My co-worker told me that he had given his notice and was going to work somewhere else. They offered to take me to my vehicle, but I told them I would be fine. I went back to my office and looked down at my sock feet. I wiggled my toes just to confirm that I had given my boots away and was now bootless in my socks.
After shutting down my computer I reached into my bag, pulled out John’s cleats, and put them on my feet. John did not know that I was the one that had taken his cleats. I saw him when he had slipped out of them earlier. He thought he was safe because Rick was not there to take them this time. We both ended up with a souvenir of each other to remember. I had not intended to lose my boots, and I guess John had not intended to lose his cleats.