Accidental detention – day 3

Author – Unlucky lad

Jason was already on the bus, I could see as I put my bus pass away that he was still sulking from yesterday. I told him to to take it on the chin, we had two nights detention to do and I should be the one sulking as I had no reason to be there. He smiled. Two stops down Martin and James got on the bus, Martin had known Jason since primary school, he was intelligent and never ever did anything wrong, he was a star pupil. James and I met along with Jason and Martin when we all started at the boys senior school at 11 years old.  James was the opposite of Martin and had often got into bother, however this term he’d been especially good as his mother promised him a new pair of Nikes if he stayed out of trouble this term. He was genuine and deep down a decent guy but often resented Jason for his arrogance. 

‘Hi guys’ said Martin ‘did you remember your sports stuff for five-a-side footie tonight’. ‘Haven’t brought it’ said Jason ‘change of plan, we can’t make it’ he said.

‘We!’ said James. ‘We know Andy can’t go as he’s in detention, why can’t you?’ Jason tried to make some excuse and James started laughing ‘you’re in detention too, Who said yesterday that they would never get detention and have his shoes confiscated and punished like a naughty boy in his socks’ James was loving it. Jason went quiet, they didn’t know about the pink socks, I wasn’t going to tell them.

At lunchtime we all skipped school dinners as Jason (making out it was a great idea) was sick of people sniggering around him, pink socks was the talk of the dining hall. We went to the local chippy and spent most of our money. Last lesson was art with our favourite teacher, Miss French, she was young and sexy and we where smitten. ‘I need four volunteers’ she asked, without knowing why we immediately put our hands up. ‘Great’ she said. ‘Go to see Mr Brown, the caretaker, he needs help in the gym for tomorrows exhibition. Me and Jason took our bags and coats as we had to go straight to detention afterwards. We met Mr Brown outside the gym. He told us to sweep the gym floor before carrying rolls of floor protection matting in and laying it. He also said not to block the gym entrance as he had had to padlock the gym fire exits as he was leaving early today. We took off our shoes outside the gym and got started, Jamie and Jason swept the floor first and left the brooms outside the gym, then we all started carrying the matting and rolling it out across the floor. After watching Jason padding around in his dark grey socks Jamie shouted to him ‘No pink socks today’ and started laughing, he couldn’t resist ribbing Jason again. Jason stormed off out of the gym and started putting his shoes on. I followed as it was close to detention time. The bell rang and Jason told me to head off to detention and he’d meet me there. I heard James shout to Jason ‘Enjoy detention’. They hadn’t realised that Jason had closed the gym doors. Next thing they heard banging on the reinforced glass windows which Jason was hitting with a pair of shoes on each hand, their shoes! They ran over to the closed doors and they would not open, Jason had crossed the two brooms through the door handles. Jason thought to himself that if he had detention they where too.

He turned up at detention slightly late, no consequences due to his volunteering in the gym. He took off his shoes and placed them in the stationary cupboard with his coat and bag then sat down with a big grin on his face.

Martin and James had been banging on the gym door, shoeless they couldn’t even kick it open. Trapped after half an hour Mr Brown appeared, ‘Your lucky I came back for the brooms to put away or you’d be here all night’ said Mr Brown. Jason had their shoes and he was in detention so they crept back to Miss French’s art room to get their bags, they could wear their trainers for tonights now cancelled footie. Another school rule was black shoes must be worn with school uniform at all times inside or outside school, the uniform represented the school. Wearing sports shoes with uniform was frowned upon and confiscation/detention was compulsory. They reached the art room but the door was locked, the room had been cleaned early by Mr Brown before leaving for the day. They could see their coats and bags hanging on hooks at the back of the room. 

We will have to wait near the detention room for Jason and Andy. They crept along the corridor in their socks and saw Mr Lancaster leave the room, ‘great, our lucks in’ said James ‘we can ask Jason where our shoes are before the teacher comes back’ They ran into the room and asked Jason ‘wheres our shoes’ Jason grinned and shrugged his shoulders and stared at the locked cupboard door. They left the room but got stopped further along the corridor by the headmaster, ‘are you evading detention?’ he asked. ‘No Sir’ said Martin. ‘Then where are your shoes’ Answering truthfuly but quivering, Martin said ‘In the detention room cupboard I think’,’So you are in detention then, I’m shocked at you Martin and unsurprised with you James’ he marched them to the detention room and told them to sit down. ‘Where is Mr Lancaster’ said the headmaster. ‘Toilet’ shouted the boys. He looked at Martin who was now shaking and tearful and James and told them they would be receiving extra detention for unauthorised leaving of the room and lying about not being in detention. Martin was now horrified and James severely annoyed with Jason as he could now kiss goodbye to his new Nikes. Mr Lancaster returned and hadn’t even noticed an extra two heads in the room. The two hours where up and the cupboard door unlocked, everyone grabbed for their stuff and wandered into the corridor to put their shoes on. James said angrily to Jason ‘where are my shoes’ ‘I put them in your bag in art class, Martin’s too’. ‘Great’ said James ‘The doors locked, now we have no shoes’ Jason laughed.

Fortunately the bus stop was a short walk from the school gates. We stood under the shelter, ‘If you hadn’t locked us in the gym, took our shoes, we wouldn’t be stood here in our socks with no bags or coats contemplating detention for the rest of the week, it is all yor fault Jason’ shouted James. Jason had his usual smug look on his face, he had caused all of todays problems but he was stood there in his black brogue shoes, wearing his coat and carrying his bag. Then Martin shouted ‘Oh no! our bags, they have our bus passes in them. ‘How much money have we all got’ I said. ‘Not much after another Jason brainwave of going to the chippy for lunch’ said James. We scraped together enough money for one bus fare home. Me and Jason had our bus passes so it was between James and Martin who would ride the bus home. ‘If you give me your shoes Andy I’ll walk home as I live the nearest’ said Martin. It was very noble of him, I took off my shoes and gave them to Martin, they where loafers and one size too big for him and jokingly said to him not to lose them I also gave him my coat. James asked for the time, ‘6:35pm’ I said. He looked at Martin and could see he was still very upset by his ordeal in detention and had decided he wasn’t going to ride home on the bus but walk with Martin. He said to Jason ‘I want your shoes, your coat and all the money so we can get a drink on the way home. ‘My shoes won’t fit you they are too big for your feet’ said Jason. ‘Just give me your bloody shoes’ said James angrily. Jason reluctantly took off his coat, he gave all the money collected to James and sat on the floor to untie his shoelaces, whilst he was slipping his shoes off and handing them to James he said ‘you had better look after them and make sure you bring them with you tomorrow as they are my only school shoes’. James slid his cold socked feet into the warm black brogues, it felt good whilst Jason felt the cold pavement through his socks. James grabbed my hands and said quietly ‘stay on the bus’. 

Martin and James walked off wearing our shoes and coats. Our feet where getting colder as the air chilled and dusk arrived. The bus was late and more people gathered at the bus stop, we tried hiding our socked feet with our bags to shield our embarrassment. Jason said ‘I’d rather be embarrassed getting on the bus without shoes than having to walk home’. The bus eventually arrived, everyone pushed forward to get on, Jason was on first and showed his bus pass. The driver said ‘You need to pay’, ‘Why?’ asked Jason. ‘Your school bus pass is valid up to 6:30pm only, so either pay or get off’ Jason had no choice but to get off pushing passed everyone else trying to get on including me. I paid the fare and walked along the bus to get a seat with everyone staring at my socks. I could see Jason searching for me as the bus pulled away leaving him behind. Now I know why James had said ‘stay on the bus’ when he grabbed my hands and passed the money to me. I could see Jason through the rear window hobbling and shivering without a coat as he walked along the pavement in his socks. Then it started to rain.

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Girlfriends dream

Author – John Salt

My story starts with my girlfriend – and now involves me regularly losing a shoe …

I don’t know whether I should have seen the signs of what was to come, but I didn’t. I’d always assumed it was men who harboured fetishes rather than women …

Anyway, perhaps the first hint of things to come was when my new girlfriend bought me an unexpected present of several pairs of socks – all identical sheer black dress socks with a pronounced reinforced heel & toe. I thanked her, and at the risk of sounding ungrateful, pointed out I didn’t really wear this style. She didn’t hide her disappointment with my reaction, forcefully stating “You might like them. You won’t know till you try. Try them!”

I was a guest at her house and she’d just bought me this present – how could I refuse? I took the socks from her and disappeared upstairs to the bedroom to put them on. The socks were certainly very sheer, almost looking like nylons on my feet, with my toes hardly visible beneath the dark black reinforcements. I replaced my shoes and wandered back down stairs.

The girlfriend greeted me with renewed smiles as I returned to the living room. She sat beside me on the sofa, staring at the sheer black ankle revealed between the bottom of my jeans and black trainers. “Well?” she asked – “Do you like them?” I nodded yes “Very smart, thank you.”

We had only settled down to watch TV for five minutes when she suddenly announces “You know how superstitious I am? Well, I had a dream about us last night!”

Feigning interest, I asked her to recount her dream – since I knew she was going to anyway.

She began, recounting how the dream seemed to be about “good luck”. She had dreamt that we were doing a number of different activities together: walking, eating out, driving around – but on all occasions we had encountered good fortune. The sun had suddenly come out for our walk, a table was instantly available in the restaurant, traffic magically cleared out of the way when we were driving. And she finished by saying that all of these scenes involving us had one peculiar thing in common.

“What?” I enquired.

“Well, the strange thing is that every time we had good luck, I noticed that for some reason or other, you were only wearing one shoe. The left shoe.”

She looked at me, awaiting my reaction. I was bemuse & didn’t really know what to say, except “I didn’t have my right shoe?”

“No, you didn’t. You just had a nice sock on your right foot.”

A moment of silence passed between us, then she knelt on the floor beside my legs which were crossed right over left.

She smiled – “I know you’re not superstitious, but I am, and I believe dreams can come true! We can be lucky! So … I’m afraid you’re going to have to lose this shoe!”

She began to untie my right shoe lace, gently loosening it, before slipping it easily from my sheer socked foot. 

“Those socks look lovely! Really nice!” She ran her fingers down my instep. “Really soft too!”

She stood up with my shoe in her hand. “And to make sure we have lots of good luck, I need to make sure you can’t put this back on! I’m going to hide it!”

She hurried out of the lounge – leaving me sat there like a slightly self conscious Cinderella. I didn’t know what to make of it. It was certainly true that she was superstitious, and I suppose I could just about cope with a few hours without a shoe if it pleased her. I glanced at my exposed right foot – I thought it looked strangely feminine in that very sheer sock.

She returned and sat beside me, asking “You don’t mind, do you? Spending the evening without your shoe?”

“No.” I replied, “I’m sure I can cope!”

And so I did – spending the entire evening as Cinderella. Both of us occasionally glancing at my sheer right foot … her more intently than me …

The real clue that she had a ‘thing’ for me as Cinderella came the following morning. Having showered and dressed, wearing another identical pair of sheers socks (at her insistence) and my left trainer, I set about looking for my right shoe. She had hidden it well – I couldn’t find it.

I joined her in the kitchen as she prepared two mugs of tea. “Where have you hidden my shoe? I can’t find it.”

She smiled, guiding me to the breakfast table. “Don’t worry about that now. Drink your tea. Besides … I think you look really sexy without it!”

“You think I look sexy without my shoe?”

“I do when you’re dressed like that. Jeans, those socks. Really sexy! Will you do it for me? Please?” 

“Do I have any choice? I can’t find my shoe anyway. That stuff about the dream, was it true?

She continued to smile. “Sort of.”

“Or was it just a ruse to part me from my shoe?”

She reddened slightly. “We’ll, one of my dreams has come true – getting you like that. Promise you’ll do it. For me …?”

“OK – for you.”

“All the time!”

“I can’t do it all the time. I’d be embarrassed. People would comment. I’ll do it in private.”

“Alright – do it most of the time. You could do it in public if we said you’d hurt your foot and couldn’t wear a shoe. Couldn’t you? 

“Perhaps.”

Later that morning we did indeed go out for a drive. Without my right shoe.

John

Accidental detention – Day 2

Author – Unlucky lad

Having mistakenly been given detention the day before and endured having shoes confiscated and sat amongst boys laughing at my situation I tried to forget it and not let anyone else know to hide further embarrassment. Unfortunately I had forgotten that some classmates had seen me through the window and they had told my best mate Jason.
Jason belittles others to make himself look good and immediately took advantage of my detention. Telling everyone he would never get detention, getting his shoes confiscated and be seen in his socks like a naughty schoolboy. This added further to my embarrassment. He asked why I had got detention and I lied to save more belittling from him. ‘I took a shortcut through the staff entrance and got caught’ I told him. He still managed to make fun of me.

Later he told me he was meeting a girl after school at McDonald’s and wanted me to come along. What he really wanted was for me to distract her best friend so he could disappear with this girl. I said I couldn’t because of detention again. He wasn’t pleased that my detention spoiled his plans and not bothered about his best mate having to endure further embarrassment.

Instead of telling him unpolitely to go away I hatched a plan to totally spoil his after school activities at McDonald’s.

I told him that my sister knew the girl and liked guys to show their feminine side and that he should wear pink socks. He went out at lunchtime and bought a pair. I told him to put them on when the end of day bell went to save time getting to McDonald’s after helping me get out of detention.

I told him to come to the detention room and tell the teacher that the Headmaster sent him because he needed to see me. We would leave and the teacher won’t check as there was no telephone in the room. He was so fixated at getting off with this girl he accepted every word I said. Off I went to detention. There was more boys than the day before, we all took our shoes off and queued in our socks to place our belongings in the stationary cupboard. It was a different teacher today. Mr Jackson who was very efficient and a good listener. He locked the cupboard and everyone sat down.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. ‘Enter’ shouted Mr Jackson. In came Jason, glanced a smile my way and said to Mr Jackson ‘I’ve been sent by the Headmaster, he needs to see Andy, Sir’. Mr Jackson had listened to Jason and didn’t assume he was there for detention, my plan wasn’t working. He unlocked the cupboard, get your stuff Andy. Damn I thought Jason gets his way again. We started heading for the door and Mr Jackson locked the cupboard and followed us. He took us to the headmasters office. ‘I need to go’ said Jason. ‘Wait’ said the teacher. The headmaster’s office was locked. His secretary said he’d left at lunchtime. Mr Jackson marched me and Jason back to the detention room. He opened the cupboard door and shouted ‘Shoes off, both of you’. There was an almighty uproar of laughter as Jason removed his black Brogues showing bright pink socks on his feet. Our shoes where locked in the cupboard with our bags and coats. Jason was given two extra detentions for lying and not conforming to school dress code. I was given another for trying to evade detention. We both sat there in our socks, Jason no longer laughing and smug with a face blushing the same colour as his socks. My extra detention was worth it to see smile wiped off Jason face.

Gym teacher Miss Carey

Author – Debbie Keds

Miss Carey was the girl’s gym teacher at my middle school.  She almost always wore canvas Tretorn Nylite tennis sneakers with short socks not unlike many of us girls.  Miss Carey did not always have a pleasant disposition and could be pretty hateful to the students.  Her office was beside the basketball gym.

Usually once a year, the school refinishes the gym floor, and no one could walk on the floor for a few days.  I asked Miss Carey why we could not walk on the floor.  She chuckled and said that the floor was so sticky that it would suck our socks and sneakers right off of our feet if we stepped on it.  Miss Carey also bounced her Tretorn clad foot and crossed leg around as she gave her explanation.  

Later that day, I was at after-school cheerleading practice when Miss Carey left school wearing high heels.  I snuck into her office found her Tretorns under her desk and put them on.  Then I stepped onto the sticky gym floor.  Sure enough, Miss Carey was correct as her Tretorns would not budge from the floor.  

I had to put my hands over my mouth so that no one would hear my laughing as I stepped out of her Tretorns and threw her short socks onto the sticky floor.  

Miss Carey was furious when she found her sneakers stuck to the gym floor and questioned everyone in the school about the prank.  The maintenance man had to cut them off of the floor.  

Years later, I ran into Miss Carey in a parking and told her that I was the culprit.  At first, she flew mad.  Then Miss Carey calmly put her arm around me and asked me if my cute little Camaro was very fast.  I proudly stated that she was really fast, especially since it was a stick shift car.  Miss Carey said with a devilish smile, “it’s not very fast without four flat tires.”  

Debbie Keds

Public Transport

Author – NikeAirMax

The stories about the train tracks who take shoes made me think of a bus ride i took years ago. Back then all shoes i had were Nike air max’s, and i had a lot of them. The newer ones i kept really clean and in good shape, the older they got, the less i took care of them. Somewhere in their lifetime, i no longer tie the laces and just step in and out of the shoes without touching the laces ever again.

With very old Nike’s this meant they’re loose-fitting. Well, this day i was wearing my oldest pair and went to a friend who lives a couple of hours away. It would only be an hour and a half by car, but by public transport it would take at least double that, but after a weekend there, i went home and at the very first transit from one bus to the next, i step out the first one, my backpack snags something. This caught me off guard so i stumble and the stupid thing gives way so i almost fly out of the bus and during my flight i somehow lost my shoe. Now before i regain my balance i had to make two steps and i realize i’m outside the bus but my shoe is not!

I turn around to grab it but the doors close to my face. One of the passengers inside now sees me through the doors, looks at my shoe inside, looks back to me, but does nothing!!! Not one word to the driver!

So the bus drives off, and i’m banging the door by now but somehow the driver didn’t hear, of didn’t care and took off. With my shoe inside and i stood at a highway bus station wearing only one shoe.

It took ten minutes for my next bus to arrive and i asked him if he could reach the other bus to ask them about my shoe but there was nothing he could do. The only thing he gave me was a phone number for the lost and found. At first i was in one shoe but when i got to the train station i didn’t want stay in one shoe so the only choice i had was to take it off as well and walk along without it.

Lab Lesson

Author – Nick

When I was in college we had chemistry lab and no slippers/sandals were allowed so sneakers were necessary. I’d forgotten to bring my sneakers to the dorm so I was screwed but luckily there are places on campus with a no-shoes policy so I went over to the library in black socks and slid my feet into a pair of Adidas shoes which were half a size larger. I sat down, loosened the laces and went for class, I liked those shoes so much that I continued wearing them around.

Borrowed Shoes

Author – Mike

It happened when I was at college. I was staying on campus and the only shoes I’d brought with me were a pair of worn, loose Nike sneakers. Being Asian, I always take my shoes off at the door, so I’d always slip off my sneakers before entering my dorm room. One day I came back to my room as usual and slid my sneakers off my feet and was left in socks. After some time I had to go out for dinner with some friends, so I exited my room and prepared to slip my sneakers back on. But when I looked down, my sneakers were gone. My only pair of shoes had been stolen and I panicked. Realising that I now had no shoes, I started walking down the corridor in my black socks and went to meet my friends. I couldn’t even borrow a spare pair from anyone as I wore a size US 9 and all my friends had a size 10 or larger. Everyone noticed that my sneakers were missing and laughed at me but we went for dinner anyway and then to the mall to get me new sneakers. The attendant saw me in socks and asked where my shoes were and I had to explain that I’d lost them and had to buy a new pair, my socks were filthy at that point so I wasn’t allowed to try on the shoes, the attendant sent me off with a UK size 9 and got me to leave after I paid.
I put my new shoes on and went back to the dorm. As I was coming back one of my neighbours ran up to me wearing my worn sneakers, which were a size too small for him – apparently his sneakers were wet so he’d borrowed my pair to attend class but in the process he’d torn a hole in the front of my shoe because it was too tight. He slipped off my sneakers and offered to pay for the new pair I now had on, but I declined as my Nike sneakers were very old and falling apart anyway. I didn’t want him to be without any sneakers so I offered to lend him the pair I had on until his had dried out (I really liked my Nike sneakers and couldn’t wait to get my feet back into them and anyway the new pair was half a size larger). I untied my new shoes and took them off, then we swapped and I slid my feet back into my worn loose Nikes and he put my new shoes on. We made friends and he started leaving his sneakers outside his door too, so once in a while we’d trade sneakers and I’d wear his loose Adidas around.