Shoeless at the dentist

Author – Mickey

I had left school early to attend a dentist’s appointment. I was on the bus when a group of other teenagers got on. Their school blazers told me they belonged to another school that often clashed with ours. They where heading to the back of the bus where I was seated. They spotted my school blazer, I was the enemy. They surrounded me, one of them poked my school badge on my blazer and said ‘What you doing on our bus?’ I tried to be friendly with them but they weren’t friendly back. Another one grabbed my leg and tried to drag me from my seat. I tried kicking him but he grabbed my foot and pulled off my shoe. They started throwing my black school shoe to each other. I asked for it back when one said ‘Awe he wants his shoe back’ then proceeds to hold it out of the bus window. Then let’s go of it, I watched it fall to the roadside. I tried to get up to stop the bus but they pinned me down and one said ‘You won’t need the other one now and grabbed my other foot and pulled it off my other shoe. They got up and ran off the bus at the next stop with my shoe. I sat on the bus in my socked feet as they waved my shoe at the window. They then threw my shoe on to the bus shelter roof.
A couple of stops later I got off the bus feeling very self conscious of my shoeless feet. I didn’t want to go into the dentists without shoes but my mother had threatened me with being grounded if I didn’t attend. As I sat in the waiting room I felt embarrassed as everyone could see my grey socks. I was called to the dentists room and he asked where my shoes where. I explained what happened, he was sympathetic and asked if he could phone someone to collect me. I refused and said I preferred to walk and try and find my shoes.
I left the dentist and headed back towards the bus stop where they had thrown my shoe. Fortunately there was not a lot of people about to see my shoeless feet. I could see my shoe but I couldn’t reach it. I had no choice but to leave it. I continued walking in my socked feet along the bus route until I found my other shoe. I put it on and walked home, one shoe was better than none on my feet.
I eventually got home and my brother spotted my foot missing a shoe. He laughed at me, I told him it was not funny having to walk home in one shoe. After he stopped laughing he offered to take me in his car to retrieve my other shoe. I got changed out of my uniform into shorts and a tee shirt, I put on my New Balance trainers with white socks. We headed to the bus stop, my shoe was still sat on the shelter roof. My brother parked his car as close to the shelter as he could and told me to climb on to the car roof and get my shoe. I got out and was about to get onto the car bonnet when my brother shouted ‘Stop, take off your trainers I don’t want you scratching my paintwork. I pulled off my trainers and threw them in the car. For the second time today I was stood shoeless in the street. I gingerly climbed onto his car and reached my shoe. As I got off his car he pulled away leaving me at the bus stop shoeless with a school shoe in my hand. He turned the car around but instead of stopping he shouted ‘It was funny you having to walk home in one shoe earlier so you can do it again’. He drove off laughing with my trainers in his car. I no choice, twice in one day I had to walk home in one shoe.

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Shop lifters shoes – Daddy’s little girls (short story)

Author – unlucky lad

A man in his thirties enters the shop with his two young daughters, he goes to the counter to buy cigarettes as his little girls go to the confectionary aisle and put sweets in their pockets. As the man pays for his cigarettes Dillon discreetly tells him his girls have put sweets in their pockets. “They’re young and don’t understand” he says apologetically, telling the girls to put the sweets back. The girls looked disappointed so Dillon suggests daddy could just pay for the sweets. The guy says he has no more money.
“But daddy you said if we hide the sweets we could keep them” said the young girl. Her sister said “You did say we could after you finished your games next door”. Dillon was annoyed at the man and discreetly pointed at the sign attached to the shelf displaying other shoplifters shoes. ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’.
Dillon leaned over the counter and said to the girls. “Daddy is going to play a game with you, he is going to give you his shoes and you must go and hide them in the shop. If daddy finds his shoes, you lose but if daddy cannot find them, you win and you get your sweets”.
“Yay” shouts the girls “Hurry up daddy give us your shoes”
The man goes red faced as he has no choice but to go along with the charade and reluctantly takes off his Adidas Samba trainers and gives them to his daughters. They leaving him standing at the till in his black socks as they run off with a shoe each. “Hide them well if you want to win your sweets” shouts Dillon. As the girls disappear the man gets a telling off by Dillon. “You take your daughters next door into a betting shop, gamble away all your money except enough for cigarettes then tell your girls to steal sweets. Pretty selfish and despicable”. The man looks down at his shoeless feet feeling ashamed.
“You’re going to pretend you can’t find your shoes and let the girls think they’ve won. You can pay for the sweets and collect your trainers tomorrow provided we can find them.

Shoes of the shoplifters’

Author – unluckylad

The twins had only recently bought the shop, they had no idea just how bad the shoplifting is but they where going to stop it. Bart was thinking on his feet when he took away the boy’s shoes yesterday, but it had some impact, the boy was ashamed and remorseful. Hopefully doing the same to others might deter them from stealing. Bart had cleared a shelf behind the till to display shoplifters’ shoes and a sign ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’. He had already put the shoes of the school boy and those of the teacher with his photo on the shelf.
That morning Dillon overheard some boys in the next aisle discussing stealing comics. He intercepted them at the door and said “Hiding something?” The boys looked at each other with blushing faces. He marched them to the till and ordered them to open their coats. Tucked inside each coat was a comic. Dillon took them “Because you stole them the price has doubled to £6 each” he said. One of them, Ethan, managed to pay for his comic with coins, his mate Dean paid with a £10 note and given change but the tall blond boy, Brad, had only £2. “Sorry I haven’t enough” he said and became upset after reading the sign about shoplifters’ shoes. “Please Dean, lend me that £4, I don’t want to lose my shoes”. Dean replied “No, you can walk to school in your socks” he and Ethan laughed as Dillon ordered Brad to take off his shoes “Pay tomorrow and you can get your comic and shoes”. His mates stopped laughing when Dillon refused to give them their comics. “We’ve paid for them” said Dean. “Yes but only after you stole them, you’ve obviously not understood the sign ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’, I want your shoes too”. They became upset having to remove their shoes in front of the other school kids. After taking photos of the boys holding their shoes, Dillon escorted the grey socked shoeless trio out of the shop. The school kids watched as Bart placed the boys’ shoes on the shelf and told them all “Let that be a warning to anyone attempting to steal from us”.
Later that morning a man appeared at the counter demanding his colleague’s shoes. He was wearing a rugby top, black sports shorts, white football socks and cheap black trainers; his name was Ricky, a P.E. instructor. He was of athletic build, slightly taller than Dillon and came across very bullish.
“You have embarrassed my colleague by taking his shoes” he said.
“He shouldn’t steal from us; he also owes us £40”
“He owes you nothing, are you going to give them to me or am I going to have to take them” demanded the P.E. Instructor as if he was intimidating one of his pupils.
“I’m not giving you anything” said Dillon
“Then I shall just have to take them”.
“Do you know why we took your colleagues shoes?”
“I’m not interested” replied the instructor rather arrogantly as he stepped behind the counter and removed the pair of brown leather brogues from the shelf.
“That will be £40 please” said Dillon
“I told my colleague I will not leave without his shoes”
“Then pay. If you don’t pay then no shoes, if you take without paying then you too will have no shoes” warned Dillon.
The instructor wasn’t backing down. Bart had overheard everything from the stockroom and intercepted the P.E. Instructor as he left the store carrying his colleague’s shoes.
Bart told the P.E. Instructor to return inside the shop.
“Have you paid for those shoes?” said Bart.
“Err… No” replied the instructor “Are all school teachers arrogant and stupid” said Bart “You’ve demanded something that’s not yours and believe you can just take it and done exactly what your friend did yesterday and stole them” The instructor was told he had to wait for the police.
“Please don’t call the police; teachers cannot have a criminal record, take my shoes but please let me take my friends shoes, he desperately needs them”
Bart put the brown leather shoes back on the shelf then looked up and down at the instructor, “More shoes for the shelf, take them off” said Bart.
The instructor kicked off his trainers then bent down and picked them up. Bart attempted to take a photo but the instructor deliberately hid his face.
Dillon took the trainers from him and said “They aren’t worth £80, have you got money”
“No, search me, you’ve took my shoes now let me go, but please let me take my friends shoes”
Dillon thought something was not quite adding up, the Instructor repeated exactly what his friend did yesterday, quite relaxed about handing over his cheap trainers. What P.E. Instructor would wear cheap trainers! He made him stand next to the till so customers could see him in his white socked feet, more noticeable when wearing shorts. Dillon left the shop and walked around the block and then he saw the reason for the instructor’s actions.
Stood nearby was the teacher from yesterday holding a pair of black Reebok trainers. Dillon approached him; “Those trainers look too big for you” said Dillon explaining his mate was waiting for him at the shop.
“I told him to meet me here”
“Probably didn’t want to get his white socks dirty” joked Dillon. They both walked back to the shop. Once inside the teacher gave the P.E. Instructor his Reebok trainers, he quickly slipped them on his cold feet. Bart said to the teacher, “You must be here to pay us as your pal here insisted that you needed your shoes”
The teacher said “I do desperately need them for school”.
“It’s still £40 to get them back, perhaps you could loan your friend £80 or we’ll have to call the police on him” said Dillon
“I don’t have £120” he said nervously looking at his instructor colleague.
“I believe you and your colleague tried to set us up getting us to swap your leather shoes for a pair of cheap nasty trainers” said Bart. “Your both as bad as each other, not good examples to set as teachers, we should really just call the police”
Bart gives the instructor his cheap black trainers to hold again and tells him “Now you are going to allow me to take your photograph”. The P.E. Instructor let him. Dillon takes the black trainers and puts them back on the shelf. “As you both where in on today’s deceit you are both responsible for today’s shoe theft” and points at the sign ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’. It was now lunchtime and school kids where beginning to enter the shop.
Bart looks over the counter and notices the teacher wearing black New Balance trainers and his Instructor mate now wearing black Classic Reebok trainers.
“Take off your shoes or we’ll call the police” both teachers had no choice and took off their trainers. Bart took a photo of each of them holding their sports shoes, then took the trainers and placed them on the shelf. With both teachers stood in their socks and school kids sniggering behind them, Bart advised them that to get their shoes back tomorrow will cost them £120.
“You’ve accused me of stealing shoes that belong to none of us; you’ve then taken my shoes, then accused me of stealing my own shoes and taken more shoes from me. Then you want me to pay £120 to get my own shoes back, my brown leather shoes cost no where near that when bought brand new” said the teacher.
“Dillon said “But you’ll be getting four pairs, that’s £30 a pair. So your original pair brown leather shoes will only cost you £30, that’s £10 cheaper than this morning” he laughed as he escorted the shoeless teachers out of his shop.
Ricky the Instructor argued with his colleague as they walked in socked feet back to the school. “Why did I let you talk me into losing my own trainers”.

To be continued.

The prefects – PT 6

Author – Shoeless Guy

It was raining when Ben caught up with Shane outside the school gates. “Give me my shoes back” said Ben. Shane looked down at his feet “Nope, I quite like your shoes, ask me again at lunchtime” he said. Ben replied “OK Shane, I’ve asked nicely for my shoes. You keep them til lunchtime, but I guarantee you’ll give them back”.
“I bet I don’t”
“You want to make a bet?” said Ben “If you don’t give them back at lunchtime then you can keep them, but If they are back on my feet then you will come with me to the ‘Sin bin’ not just today but everyday for the next week, am I clear” said Ben.
“Crystal clear, but I’ll be keeping your shoes so it won’t come to that” said Shane confidently.
They shook hands on the deal and Ben reminded Shane that he could of just given him his shoes back and it would all be over. For now Ben had to wear Shane’s black loafers.
At lunchtime Ben and Steve left the dining hall “I’ll meet you in the Sin Bin in 10 minutes” said Ben as he headed for the school gates. Five minutes later he was back and found Shane. “Are you going to give me my shoes?” asked Ben. Shane looked down at Ben’s feet. “Not now that you have mud all over my shoes” said Shane with a big smirk on his face. “Looks like I’ll be keeping your expensive leather shoes”.
“The entrance is quite muddy from the rain earlier” said Ben who got out his phone and showed a photo to Shane.”Recognise these?” The image displayed two pairs of footwear, Shane’s now muddy school shoes and his confiscated New Balance trainers. Ben said “Your nice new trainers didn’t get to the Head Teachers office. You like wearing my shoes, I like wearing your trainers, your school shoes will clean up but your New Balance trainers will be ruined if covered in mud”. Shane lost the grin from his face as he looked down at Ben’s muddy feet. “You had no right to take my trainers home” said Shane. “You where happy to take my shoes home” replied Ben “Give me my shoes now or tomorrow I’ll walk to school through the mud in your nice new trainers” Shane reluctantly took off the leather brogues and handed them to Ben who gave Shane his muddy shoes and said “You might want to clean them before class” Ben reminded Shane about the bet he had just lost. Shane walked in his socked feet carrying his muddy shoes and followed Ben to the sin bin. Steve had brought in three 16 year olds. They watched as Steve told them to take off their shoes and hand them over. The three boys stood silent in their socked feet. They had been in the Sin Bin before but with the former prefects. Ben told them to sit down and be quiet. Steve asked Ben why Shane was here.
“Muddy shoes”
“You can’t detain anyone for having dirty shoes”
“He volunteered”
Shane put his muddy shoes on top of the other confiscated footwear in the box. Steve returned with a 14 year old boy he had caught kicking another pupil. Ben told him it was an instant shoe ban and told him hand over his shoes. Regardless of his conduct in the Sin Bin they would be confiscated for the rest of the day meaning instant detention also. He removed his shoes revealing white socks on his feet “black or grey socks only” said Ben “You should expect to receive further punishment when your teacher notices your white socked feet this afternoon”. The boy sat down near Shane and stared at his feet.
The bell rang and every got up, the 14 year old was told to collect his shoes in detention, the older boys where given their shoes back but where unhappy to discover them covered in mud from Shane’s shoes which he had placed on top of theirs in the box. The boys took Shane’s shoes and and refused to give them back until he cleaned their shoes. They marched Shane out of the sin bin carrying their footwear, all still in their socked feet to get their shoes cleaned. Ben still smiling shouted to Shane “See you tomorrow “. He was enjoying Shane’s shoeless state and was determined to have him constantly in socked feet.

The Prefects – PT.4

Author – shoeless guy

At lunchtime the new Prefects where issued with a camera and started patrolling the school grounds. Ben decided he would walk along with Steve unless they needed to take anyone to the Sin Bin. With the pupils unaware of the new prefects, Steve and Ben walked around unnoticed observing which pupils where most likely to create problems. Being their first day they just made a mental note of any troublemakers. They passed Dave and Jimmy who where with their mates, Ryan and Shane. Dave said “That’s the two arseholes who lost us our badges”. Ben stopped and said they only had themselves to blame. “Just forget it and so shall we” said Steve. Ben looked down at Shane’s feet, he was wearing a pair of blue New Balance trainers with a white ‘N’. “You need to change into your school shoes” said Ben. “Make me” replied Shane. Ben and Steve let it ride and walked away from the four 18 year olds, making a mental note of troublemakers. “Don’t think we’re going to have any problems with them two useless idiots” said Shane.
Lunchtime the next day, the two new Prefects wandered the grounds. They caught two 15 year olds fighting and where taking them to the ‘Sin bin’ when they passed the four 18 year olds. Shane shouted “Pick on someone your own size”. Ben stared at Shane then looked down at his feet. He got out the camera and photographed Shane. “You where warned about wearing those trainers yesterday, follow me” he said. Ryan told Shane to ignore him. Ben stared at Shane “You may be my age and height but don’t think I am afraid of you, choose to ignore me as your mate suggests and I shall ensure you’re in detention all week”. Shane went quiet as Ben moved his attention to Ryan. Another photo was taken “You can come too” said Ben, Ryan looked at the former prefects, Dave said “Just leave him alone, he’s done nothing wrong”
“He interfered just like you are now” said Ben who took a photograph of Dave then another of Jimmy. “I’ve done nothing” said Jimmy. “No but you can come along for the experience” replied Ben with a big smile on his face. The six detainees where soon to be parted from their shoes as they followed the new Prefects to the ‘sin bin’.
Inside the old gym hall, everyone was told to stand in a line. “Right everyone, take off your shoes” said Steve. One of the young boys said “Do we have to”. “Yes” said Steve as he explained the rules of the sin bin. The lad reluctantly removed his shoes revealing a big hole in his grey socks. They stood in their socked feet on the cold floor holding their shoes. Ben told the two fifteen year old’s to place their shoes in the confiscation box and go sit in opposite corners of the gym. He then said to Dave and Jimmy “You need to polish those scruffy shoes” as they placed them in the box. “If we see you wearing them again tomorrow unpolished you’ll be here again, now go and sit in the middle of the floor”. Ryan put his shoes in the box and was made to sit in another corner. Shane put his New Balance trainers in the box “Did I tell you to put them in there? That box is for confiscated shoes whilst in the Sin bin” said Steve “These however” holding up Shanes trainers “Will be confiscated all week and taken to the Head Teachers office, remember the rules Shane, no trainers to be worn with school uniform”. The 18 year old was made to go and sit in the remaining empty corner.
Steve left Ben in charge and went back outside. Ben walked up to Dave and Jimmy sitting quietly on the floor. “How are you enjoying your experience of the ‘Sin bin’? Must feel strange to be without shoes and being told what to do” He walked away smiling. Ben sat at the desk with the box containing the confiscated shoes and told Shane to come over. Shane ignored him. Ryan shouted “Go to him, he’s not your lapdog” Ben reminded Ryan of the sin bin rules and was told to be quiet and mind his own business. Ben didn’t like being ignored by Shane and Shane didn’t like being told what to do by Ben, there was a personality clash between them which wasn’t helped by Shane having his trainers confiscated all week. He was feeling humiliated sitting on the floor in his socks having his shoes taken away, he was 18 for crying out loud. Ben walked over to him “Don’t ignore me” he said “Do you have your school shoes”
“Yes” said Shane “Why?”
“I need to see them, ensure you have shoes to walk home in after school”
Shane opened his bag and pulled out a pair of black leather loafers. “Good” said Ben “I’ll take them for now” snatching them out of Shane’s hands. “No shoes allowed in the in Sin bin” Shane stood up and shouted “Give me back my f***ing shoes” Ben squared up to him and pointed at him. “Don’t swear or tell me what to do, I am in charge so sit down like a good boy”. Shane’s face went purple with anger, but he sat down and watched the Prefect take his shoes and place them in the box with the other confiscated footwear.
As the bell rung all the students stood up and padded in their socked feet over to Ben. He gave the two 15 year old pupils their shoes, they quickly put them on and left. Ben told the four 18 year old lads they where not getting their shoes and can retrieve them in detention after school. “Why? We’ve done nothing” said Jimmy. Ben told them “Everytime you and Dave enter the Sin bin you will always leave shoeless, detention everytime, as for you Ryan and Shane, besides talking and swearing which is a breach of the rules in here, you both need to understand I am in charge and you’ll do as I say” Ben could see Shane getting angry again “Remember also that any physical altercation means instant suspension from school and we don’t want that in our final year with important exams coming up, do we?” He smiled as the four frustrated friends walked out of the gym in their socked feet. Ben didn’t really like acting like a bully but he needed to assert his authority especially to Shane who he knew had taken an instant dislike to him. As he waited for the teacher to collect the box of confiscated shoes he looked at Shane’s trainers, he never wore New Balance before, always a Nike fan. They where his size, he unlaced his own shoes, took them off and put on the trainers. He walked around the gym thinking they where quite comfortable and they looked good too. As he got to the far end of the gym the teacher entered. He froze, ‘no trainers with school uniform’ he was worried he might get detention so hid behind some equipment. The teacher left with the box of shoes. Ben walked towards the empty desk. Not only was the box gone but his shoes where gone too. He’d left his shoes on the desk and the teacher must of placed them in the box with the 18 year old’s confiscated shoes.
‘What am I going to do’ he thought. ‘I can’t wear these trainers as I will get detention but if I take them off I’ll look like I have got detention and the only way to get my shoes back is to attend detention. It was a no win situation which ever way he looked at it. ‘Great way to start my first day as a Prefect’ he thought ‘Accidentally giving myself detention’. He had to get to his class, so he removed Shane’s trainers and put them in his bag. He also removed his Prefect badge, nobody would realise he was a new prefect and assume he was another student having his shoes confiscated and awaiting detention. He walked along the corridor in his socked feet feeling rather embarrassed.
At 4pm Ben headed for detention, the teacher and the four 18 year friends where already inside. If he was embarrassed being shoeless all afternoon it was nothing compared to entering a room and joining the guys he’d put in detention. He took a deep breath, knocked at the door and entered. The four guys where amazed as they stared at the shoeless prefect. The teacher told him to sit down, he walked to a desk and looked at the other guys grinning with amusement at his shoeless feet, Shane’s face was beaming with delight. The teacher temporarily left the room, Shane shouted “Does the teacher know your a Prefect? The big guy who took our shoes is now sat here without his, like a fallen Dictator!”. They all laughed at him, he was feeling rather embarrassed at the situation. Ben explained how he accidentally gave himself detention which made the other guys laugh even louder. He didn’t tell Shane he was wearing his trainers at the time. “We won’t tell the teacher you’re a prefect as long as we don’t end up in the Sin Bin again” said Jimmy. “Then behave yourselves and Steve won’t take you to the sin bin” said Ben.
Dave said “If we do end up in there and we give up our shoes, you will also put your shoes in the box too, if our shoes don’t come out at the end of lunchtime then neither do yours, otherwords no more detention”. Ben felt any authority he had was gone as he reluctantly agreed to their demands. ‘His only bit of comfort was he had Shane’s trainers in his bag and decided he was going to keep them and wear them every night until he had to give them back. They all sat in their socked feet until detention ended, they put on their shoes and went home.

Bad night out

Author – Shoe deprived guy

A few weeks back me and my college buddy went out for a few beers, both of us where typical students, plenty of energy and fun to be had but never enough money to achieve our goals. Whenever Jim had any money he could never hold on to it, he liked to speculate to accumulate, basically he liked to gamble. This particular night we’d already had several beers when we passed a bar that looked rather run down, Jim said we should call in here for a beer “Are you sure” I said. He convinced me to enter, we walked to the bar, we got ID’d then ordered two beers. As we looked around Jim noticed a secluded area at the rear where he could hear voices, like a dog sniffing out a bitch on heat Jim sensed a card game in progress and wandered over. “Hey guys can I join your game?” asked Jim. He was told it was a private game amongst friends and asked to go away. He persisted and they relented and warned him to prepare to lose all his money. I looked at Jim as he sat at their table, he smiled and I remained seated at the bar watching a football game on the tv. I took Jim another beer, he smiled as his money pile had increased. I returned to my tv game at the bar. 20 minutes later Jim was at the bar not smiling as before but asking for money. “Run of bad luck” he said. Telling him I don’t have much he took it anyway and wandered off back to the table. I bought another two beers with my remaining loose coins and wandered over to Jim and noticed his white socked feet planted under the table and his Nike Air Max sneakers actually on the table. I gave Jim his beer and walked away again. Several minutes later Jim was back at the bar ‘Shoe-less’. I stared at his socked feet then looked up at him, his face was red with embarrassment as he stared at my New Balance shoes. “No way are you gambling my shoes as well” I said, his face became more red as he told me he’d already done so. I stood up and walked towards the door. A voice shouted “You’re not leaving this bar with my shoes”. I became surrounded by a few guys from the card table. “Take off the shoes” demanded the voice. Feeling threatened I had no choice but to remove my shoes and hand them over. I headed for the door in my black socked feet and got stopped again. “You are staying until the bar closes then you and your buddy are going to clean up before you leave, in the meantime you can collect bottles and glasses. “Your buddy needs to learn to stop when he’s down, not only has he lost your shoes but he owes us work too” Most of the card game guys left taking our shoes with them. We walked the bar floor in our socks until 2am. After an hour of cleaning we where allowed to leave and walked shoe-less for several blocks back home, Jim’s white socks where as dark as my black socks with as many holes.