Joseph gets his come uppence

Author – James

In pur school, shoe confiscation is used for what we we refer to as the three cardinal sins, not doing homework, running in the corridor, and forgetting your school tie.
The uniform is a dark red jumper with a gray or white shirt, and grey trousers, and socks are supposed to be solid color, so most boys wear grey socks too. Our form master normally turns a blind eye about the uniform, but he expects homework to be done.

One day my friend Speedy – he is really called Stephen Paul, but we all call him Speedy – hadn’t followed the lesson,, we had been playing around passing notes etc.. That night we asked Joseph, the real class brain box if he would help us out, but he refused, condescendingly telling us that if we messed around in class we deserved to ahev to lose our shoes the next day.
The next morning speedy realised that he wasn’t wearing his tie. We approached Joseph duting the first break and asked him to help out, but again he refused. Immediately after break was maths, and of course speedy and i lost our shoes and were left in our grey socks. I didn’t care too much, i would spend recess in the library with enough other boys in socks, but for Speedy it was a different story. Since our form master Mr. slade now noticed his tie he was not to get his shoes back until the end of the following day, which would mean going home in socks, and doing P. E. in socks the next day. Also Speedy eats the school lunches, and with all the pushing and mess in the school cafeteria you cannot really go there in your socks.
At lunchtime i shared my sandwiches with speedy, and Joseph smugly came over to us. “Next time pay attention in class,” he said smugly.
Although he didn’t realise it Speedy’s uncle, Mr. Henry, who teaches A level math had noticed him, and he came over to us afterwards and asked us what was going on. Speedy told him the whole story.

We spent the remaning breaks in the library, and then i walked speedy home. Poor kid, he was really embarrased, and his Mom didn’t cut him any slack either.

The next day we had P.E. in the playing field and the boys who had lost their shoes had to participate barefoot. I had lost my shoes again, and there were three of us without shoes or socks.

Speedy phoned me that night and told me that his uncle is going to come to our class, and take care of Joseph. “listen,” he told me “When he asks you for your shoes, let him take them, he promised me it will work out in the end.”

A couple of days later Mr. Slade announced a math quiz, quiz, qith Mr. Henry, speedy’s uncle presiding. He went round asking questions, giving out points, and keeping track on a piece of paper. After a couple of rounds he started offering the boys a risk, either get double points if you know a harder question, or risk losing points. The cleverer boys went for it, with of course Joseph in the lead.
After a few more rounds he made a list on the white board of the boys with the most points, Joseph was getting more and more ahead, speedy was also there, and six or seven other boys. A couple of boys risked losing points and were off the list, while he kept on offering double and triple points with other boys moving forward with leaps and bounds. Mr. Henry made sure to announce that brain box Joseph hadn’t yet missed a question.

Abouf 45 minutes before the next break Mr. henry told everyone to take off their shoes and put their shoes on their desks. He then said that if we answer a quesion correctly we can put on a shoe, and whoever has two shoes can go out to break. Sounded good.

He continued the quiz, and a few boys had a shoe on, when he came to me. he pffered me a hard question, for which i could get two shoes, or risk having my shoes thrown out the window. as per instructions i chose the hard question. He asked me and i didn;t know. He turned round to look at the whiteboard, where joseph was clearly in the lead. “OK, Joseph, do you know the answer?” Joseph answered correctly, and he told Joseph to throw my shoes out the window. The same thing repeated itsefl with Speedy. He told Speedy and me to stand by the window in our socks, since we were playing any more. No one else took up his offer of hard questions.

Then it was Joseph’s turn. “So brainbox,” Mr. Henry said. “Here’s my offer for you. If you answer correctly you get your shoes and triple points, if you gat it wrong, you give me your shoes for 48 hours and you fetch the shoes you threw out the window. ” Joseph smugly agreed.
Mr. Henry turned round to the whiteboard and drew a picture of a traffic cone, complete with a square bottom, and an opening at the top. he proceeded to indicate all the various measurements. “Could you please tell me the complete volume?”

Of course Joseph had no way of answering. Mr. Henry walked over to his desk. To everyone’s surprise Joseph hald on to his shoes. Mr. Slade also went over to his desk but Joseph was holding his shoes tight. short of physical force the teachers would not be able to take his shoes. “It’s totally unfair” he said.
“You didn’t say that when i offered to double and triple your points” Mr. Henry countered. Joseph said a couple of toher things that he shouldn;t have said.

The teachers returned to the front of the room. “Joseph, pleae come here with your chair” Mr. slade said to him. To our surprise Joseph picked uo his shoes with one hand and his chair with the other and came to the teachers desk.
“Put your chair on the desk” Mr. Henry commanded. Joseph did as told, and when he was told to climb up and sit on the chair he did so, all the while holding his shoes. After a minute Mr. Henry grabbed the shoes from underneath and yanked. As the chair started mving, joseph ahd no choice but to leave go.
Then Mr. Henry called Speedy over. “Speedy come here, please.” Speedy came. “Would you like to remove Mr. Arrogant’s grey socks please.” With Mr. Slade holding the chair, and Mr. Henry Joseph’s feet, speedy pulled his socks off in seconds. Mr. Slade promptly said that he was taking the sheos and socks to the principal, and he told Joseph to come with him. they returned a few minutes later with our shoes.

Speedy and I walked behind Joseph on the way home, watching him in his toes. The next few days he was in socks in school, and he did P.E. in his toes – while Mr. Slade let everyone else wear their shoes.

A week later, when he received his shoes back, a few boys wrestled him to the floor and took them away again, so he spent quite a long time qithout them.

I have inserted links to our various shoes

mine: https://www.clarks.co.uk/c/Remi-Pace-Kid/p/26126828

Speedy’s : https://www.clarks.co.uk/c/Crown-Tate/p/26134892

Joseph”s goody goody lace ups: https://www.clarks.co.uk/c/Asher-Soar-Youth/p/26143665

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Shoplifters shoes – unlucky date

Author – Unlucky lad

I had read in a newspaper about thieves having their shoes confiscated by a shop owner. The thought of having to give up your shoes and forced to walk home shoeless excited me. I wanted to check the store out but it was on the other side of town and I don’t drive. One day after college I decided to take a bus and visit the shop. I wandered around the store, the thought of leaving shoeless was overwhelming but I was no thief and the shame of stealing would be unbearable. As I bought a drink I noticed all the confiscated footwear, there was school shoes, work boots but mostly trainers. I got excited again, I wished I could watch a shoplifter take off their shoes and hand them over.
On the bus home I thought again about getting my shoes confiscated and having to ride this bus home in socked feet. The thrill and fear excited and scared me at the same time but I really wanted the experience, so I decided to become a thief, for one day only.
I wore my red Adidas Originals with white stripes, wearing black socks would be less noticeable when I lose my shoes. My red trainers would stand out against all the other confiscated footwear on the shelf. I took enough money for my bus fares and the cost of a drink to purchase. I was getting nervous as I sat on the bus but I kept looking at my red trainers, the thought of getting them taken kept me going. I arrived at the shop, I looked for something to steal, too big would be stupidly obvious and too small and I may not be noticed. I looked at magazines big enough to see but also easy to conceal inside my jacket. I grabbed two computer magazines and put them inside my jacket and zipped it up. I took a canned drink to the till. I was nervous and shaking crazily, ‘You OK’ said the shopkeeper as I paid for my drink. I headed quickly to the exit, I was regretting what I had done, the shame of stealing was unbearable, I now didn’t want to be caught. A hand grabbed my shoulder, I felt light headed and trembled as I turned around. ‘You forgot your drink’ said the shopkeeper. I grabbed my drink, thanked him and quickly left. My adrenaline was still high as I got on the bus. By the time I reached home I was disappointed but relieved that I had not been caught.
A few weeks later I had a date, a new girl at college. She was gorgeous and she had a car. I was broke so it was really a drive out in her car more than a date. She looked great in her pink Adidas trainers and jeans, I was wearing my new black Nike Air Max trainers with jeans. We’d been to an out of town retail park, window shopping. On the way back she wanted a drink and pulled up outside a shop, not just any shop but the shop I had stolen from. We went inside and the guilt came back as if I had just done it. We queued at the till and I had started shaking. The shopkeeper noticed my nervous behaviour and remembered me from my previous visit. As we walked to the door I was stopped by another guy who accused me of theft. My face went white then red through fear and embarrassment. My date said we haven’t stolen anything but the shopkeeper said it was on a previous visit and showed us both a photograph image from the cctv showing me putting the magazines in my jacket. ‘You didn’t tell me you’re a thief’ my date shouted as she stormed out of the shop. I tried to follow but was stopped and taken back to the till. The shopkeeper pointed to a sign about taking shoes and looked down at my feet. ‘Can I just pay for the magazines’ I pleaded even though I had no money. ‘Return tomorrow and pay double, then we’ll return your shoes, so take them off’. My face was red with embarrasment as several customers watched me remove my shoes, I remembered wanting to be one of them. The guy took my shoes and placed them on the counter, I could tell he was admiring my new Nikes.
I told them I was a student and couldn’t afford to pay double, I couldn’t even afford to pay single as they where expensive mags that I’d stolen. I explained that I was no thief and the reason why. ‘Are you excited now your stood in your socks whilst I have your shoes’ he said with a smirk on his face. I wasn’t as I was squirming with embarrassment stood there as one of their typical shoeless thieves.
‘I’ll cut you some slack’ he said. ‘You can pay single price and get your shoes back tomorrow but you have to return as you are now, shoeless. But fail to return tomorrow and I will own your trainers’ he said as he put my shoes on the shelf. People where staring at my shoeless feet as I was staring at my now confiscated Nikes. I wasn’t feeling excited like I’d thought when I imagined it weeks earlier.
I promised I’d be back and left the shop in my thin white Nike socks. It had been a while since my date left me but I was hoping she would be in her car waiting, especially as my only money was spent on the drinks which I’d left in the shop. Unfortunately she wasn’t and I had a long journey home in socked feet. After my initial embarrassment and adrenaline had calmed I was getting a thrill being forced to walk shoeless through the streets.
How was I going to pay, do I return shoeless to save money or do I say goodbye to my Nikes forever? A lot of questions to answer as I walked in my thin white socks which where becoming thinner by the minute.
Losing my date and shoes was not how I had planned ending my evening.

The Sneaker set up pt.3

Author – jman

Tracy replied, “You told me that if I got Caleb to lose his shoes then I could get mine back. I took his homework out of his back pack so he would get his third strike and have to give up his sneakers.” Miss Parker replied, “You just confessed to causing someone to get a strike which would earn you another strike. That is four strikes this week and no one with four strikes gets their shoes back.” Tracy replied, “That is not fair. We had a deal.” Miss Parker replied, “Well there is nothing you can do about it. You can’t report me because you were involved in the scheme to get the shoes.” Tracy then left the classroom in solid pink socks.

Meanwhile Caleb left the room in his brown socks. He was upset with himself for getting the third strike and thinking he forgot his homework. Eric saw this and came up to Caleb and said, “Don’t feel bad. One time Miss Parker took my cowboy boots because they were making too much noise. I already had two strikes for talking in class and she charged me with having noisy boots. It was a bummer. Those boots cost $150. This was after she took my tennis shoes for being late three times.”

Caleb said, “They seem pretty strict around here. The slightest violation and you are in socks.” Eric replied, “You have to remember that the school is funded by the selling the shoes that they confiscate.”

Tracy felt bad about what happened to Caleb’s Converse sneakers. Later Tracy saw Caleb in the lunch room and said to him, “May I sit down?” “Please do.” Caleb replied. Tracy then explained how she took Caleb’s homework in order to get him to lose his shoes so she could get hers back. Caleb said, “It’s okay. I was the one who was late on purpose so I would have to lose my shoes. I took a risk that I would not get a third strike but I did.” “You like to lose shoes too?” Tracy asked. “How about we have a contest to see who can lose the most shoes.”

The sneaker set up pt.2

Author – jman

Tracy left Miss Parkers’ classroom in red socks with pink hearts on them, figuring how she could get Caleb in trouble. Tracy got her opportunity the next day. Tracy and Caleb ran into each other as they were walking to school. Tracy suggested that they stop for coffee and donuts on the way and so they went into a coffee shop and sat down placing their backpacks on the table. Caleb went up to get two hot drinks while Tracy stayed at the table. While Caleb was not looking, Tracy sneaked into his backpack and took out his homework for the day. After they had their drinks they went on to school.

Once class started, Miss Parker asked for the homework. Caleb reached into his backpack to get out his homework but it was not there. Miss Parker came to Caleb’s desk and demanded his homework. “I don’t seem to have it. I swear I did it and put it in my bag.” Caleb replied. “Then give me your shoes and since this is the third strike, they are no longer your shoes.” Caleb was frustrated as he had been so careful to not get a third strike. This time when he takes off his shoes, he would not be getting them back. Sighing, he reached down and undid the laces and handed the shoe to Miss Parker. He watched sadly in his socked feet as they were carried into the distance and tossed in the black box marked “shoe jail.”

After class, Tracy went up to Miss Parker and asked for her shoes back according to the agreement they had. “What shoes?” Miss Parker replied.

The sneaker set up of.1

Author – jman

(This takes place at “Shoe Loss Middle School” on Deviant Art)

It was Caleb’s first day at the new school. His first hour class was social studies with Miss Parker. He came into the class and sat down as the bell rang. About three minutes into the class Jason, Thad and Kimberly walked in. Upon entering the room they took off their shoes and put them on the teacher’s desk. Jason and Thad had white high top sneakers and Kimberly has black maryjanes. All three were wearing solid white socks. After the class was over, Caleb asked the three why they put their shoes on the teacher’s desk. Thad explained that when we break the school rules, we have to give the teacher our shoes. “Do you get them back?” Caleb asked. Jason replied, “We get them back at the end of the day. If we break the rules a second time during the week, they keep them for three days and we have to go home in our socks. If we break the rules a third time during the week, our shoes are forfeited and we do not get them back.” “That’s interesting,” Caleb replied. Caleb like the idea of having his shoes taken away and wanted to lose his shoes just like the other three. It would be no big deal because he would get them back at the end of the day.

The next day Caleb came in late for class. He took off his blue and gold converse and set them on the teacher’s desk. At the end of the school day he came back to Miss Parkers’ room to retrieve his shoes. Miss Parker warned him that the next time he was late the shoes would be kept for three days. The next day Caleb was late again and lost his shoes for three days. Caleb liked going around the school in his socks and did not mind his shoes being taken away. He knew that he was okay and long as he did not get a third strike and he was very careful not to break the rules a third time during the week.

The next Monday Caleb was late for school again and had to give up his shoes for the day. He was late again on Tuesday and lost his shoes for three days. With Caleb being late allot Miss Parker thought and hoped that Caleb would get that third strike so she could keep his shoes for good. (Shoes that are forfeited are sold and the proceeds to to the teacher who confiscated the shoes in order to buy supplies for their classroom. Caleb’s blue and white high tops could be sold at a good price.) But Caleb never got the third strike.

Caleb’s being late on Monday and Tuesday went on week after week. Miss was getting frustrated that she could not take possession of Caleb’s tennis shoes. It was Thursday of that week and Tracy forgot her homework. This was her third strike this week and Miss Parker demanded her shoes. Tracy plead with her to not take her shoes because this was her only pair but Miss Parker remind her that rules are rules.

After class Miss Parker took Tracy aside. She pointed Tracy to Caleb’s blue and white sneakers. “She said I have been trying to get these shoes but Caleb never seems to pick up his third strike. If you can somehow get him to get a third strike this week, I will give you your shoes back.” Tracy said, “You have a deal.”

Me In Your Story -Shoplifters-I.T. Guy

Author – Jimbo
I’m 25 and work in I.T. I had to visit a shop to fix their office PC. I decided to walk to the shop it wasn’t too far away. It was busy when I arrived, as I waited I noticed a shelf of shoes behind the counter. The thought of getting my shoes put on that shelf excited me. I introduced myself to Bart the shopkeeper. I asked about the shoes. “Our thieves leave shoeless and we display their footwear to deter others” he said. I replied enthusiasticly “Wow that’s an experience I’d be unsure about”. He sensed my keen curiosity “Give me your shoes” he said offering me the experience, albeit temporarily. I looked down at my tan brogues and could not resist his offer, I quickly took them off before changing my mind. Giving my shoes to a total stranger leaving me in socks in a public space was overwhelming. As he took my shoes a customer entered and I got embarrassed. I was treat no different to a shoplifter as he placed them on the shelf, “You can have them back tomorrow” he said. A flush of excitement and fear hit me, he was in control, he had my shoes and wasn’t giving them back. I was shoeless and there was nothing I could do about it.
I blushed as the customer looked me up and down in my suit and socked feet before leaving the store. Bart asked “Enjoying it?”. Nervously I replied “Yes but I need my shoes when I leave”. He said “No, no, no, you wanted the experience, you get them back tomorrow like anyone else”. The grin on his face just proved of his enjoyment of taking shoes from others.
Then he laughed “I’ll keep them until you fix my PC” he said. Breathing a sigh of relief I said “It’s a deal”.
I went to the office to fix his computer. Whilst working shoeless I soon realised I needed a part for the PC. I didn’t want to enter the busy shop in my socked feet but I needed Barts attention. My socks became damp as customers trod rain into the shop. I stared at the confiscated footwear, seeing my shoes amongst them gave me a bigger thrill than when I had first arrived. Eventually the shop emptied of customers. “Have you fixed my PC” asked Bart. I told him I needed my shoes so I can go get a part to fix it. A large grin appeared on his face as he looked down at my socked feet and said “The deal was I keep your shoes until you fix my PC”. I said “It’s raining”. He tapped the leather uppers of my confiscated shoes and said. “Now you’ll have the full experience of leaving without your shoes”.

School detention and my mom

Author – Neil

In our school – it seems like we are the only one, detentions are done without shoes. It doesn’t really matter too much, as a general rule detentions are done in the library, which is carpeted and has a good amount of chairs and beanbags etc.. Detention depends a bit on the teacher, it can be not bad, when the teacher lets read and turns a blind eye to talking, or it can be more strict, but it is far from the end of the world.
Problem is my mom. She’s a real toughy, and when i have detention she won’t let me wear my shoes at home either … so basically i am stuck for the evening …. no going out, playing ball etc …

On Wednesdays Mr. Parker takes detention. he is a really strict teacher, – in fact he is a bit of a beast – and he also teaches our class the last period.

One Wednesday recently my friends asked me if i want to join them in detention. A classmate called Jeremiah was in detention and Mr. Parker really had it in for him. The boys told me that last time Mr. parker had threatened to force him to wear a diaper ….

I was a bit embarrassed to tell my friends about my mom, so i went along with it, and we all stayed out after break for a quarter of an hour.
We entered the room together, and mr. parker was furious. “Go to your seats and put your feet on your desks now,” he yelled at us. [normally we don’t take our shoes till later]
He came over to my seat first, opened the velcro strap of each shoe and pulled off my shoe. I started swinging my feet down the side of the desk, so he walked back to my place and picked up my grey socked feet, banging them down on the wooden desk top. He put my shoes on his desk, and then proceeded to the other three boys and took off their shoes.
He went back to look at the register and saw that Jeremiah and a couple of other boys were also in detention. Jeremiah was first, with mr. parker opening his laces and pulling off his shoes. Then he picked up the poor kids socked foor and started yelling again, “I don’t believe it” and calling him all sorts of names. Poor kid. – He was wearing two pairs of socks. the teacher made him take them off, and then told him to keep his feet raised and not put them down directly on the desk. He confiscated another boys socks too – they were not solid black, grey blue or white – the school regualtions.
I couldn’t help not look around and giggle. David feet were really white, while Jeremiah’s where very very with pinky-red soles. a couple of boys laughed more openly only earning a shoe removal and detention. After he found another boy’s colorful socks he told everyone else to take off their shoes and stand at the back of the room in their socks – earning yet another two detentions.
Eventually one the barefoot boys asked if he can put his feet down. The teacher told him to take his chair to the back of the room, and then sit at his place as if he had a chair. Poor kid – i think that it was an even more painful position. Then he just told them to all stand at the back of the room.

when it came to detention, to my amazement i saw my step bro Ryan – his father is married to my mom, He is a really good kid, so i don’t know how he got there, But poor kid when he took off his shoes the toes and heel of his socks were green. I think anyone else would have ignored it, but Mr. parker told him to remove them and told him that he would have to go home without them.
Mr. Parker then announced that detention will be in gym, off we went to stand on the freezing cold floor with nothing to do.
Soon Mr. Parker told Jeremiah to bring him his schoolbag. Mr. Parker started rummaging inside, first he found a peanut butter sandwich, he started making fun of the poor kid, telling him that if he would eat his food he would behave better etc… then he found what he was looking for – jeremiah’s sneakers, which he promptly confiscated. I noticed poor Ryan’s face going white.

When detetnion was over we realised that the door from the gym to school was already locked. Great. Now we would have to go all the was round in our socks. Eventually we re entered the building and fetched our things from the library. Mr. parker told all the barefoot boys to leave thair footwear.

Ryen asked me about wearing his sneakers. i told him to walk down the block before he put them on.

Whenwe came homewe found my mum waiting in the car for us, she wanted us to go shopping with her. We got in the car, and dad was about to drive when mom stopped him, “one second” she said “i need your shoes, neil”
OMG, i couldn’t believe she would make me go shopping in socks.
With no choice i stretched out my feet to the front of the car, and she took off my shoes. Ryan followed suit – [told you that he’s a goody goody.]

Our first stop was the optician. I’m sure she noticed my grey socks but she didn;t say anything, Then we went to try on trousers. Here the sales lady started measuring us and poking around my feet, and she commented on our socks. Later we met a couple ofkids form school, and they snickered at us. all in all it was an embarassing and humiliating experience – And poor ryan still has another day ahead of him.