I didn't have the balls to ask a girl out, so I went with some of my buddies to a house party a girl at school was having. Her parents were out of tow... for the weekend. There was a lot of food, booze, and loud music. And a lot of girls.I actually was doing all right for a while. I ended up talking with Cathy Alvarez, a nice looking but plain girl who was in my Advanced Biology class. Cathy was one of the smartest kids in the school, and was considered a "nerd" by just about everybody. She never. Although we would be able to hear her through the Webcam, she could only see our typed commentary, further humiliating her.I then instructed her to make sure she had clothes pins, her vibrator and a paraffin candle at hand. She was to light the candle so that it would be ready for the scene.Conference invites sent and accepted, Mark and I typing remarks via the conference, it was time for her punishment to begin. Are you ready, slut? I typed."Yes Sir," was her reply, audible over the. " Well, grades come out after Friday, and I'd be very surprised if, with the exception of art, I have anything lower than a B. And since the guidelines for art changed, I should have a solid C there. I'm not sure I see the point." The point, Mr. Sims, is that the rules are for everybody." There is that, I suppose," I agreed. "Tell you what: I'll pass this all on to Mom. She can decide whether to give it to our attorney or just call Mr. Mulino directly."Parker glared, turned and walked off, not. But my eyes keep going back to them. The ones I call "My slut" shoes. They have a four-inch heel and are all straps. "Okay, I'll wear them!" I shout. The cat is standing behind me. She turns tail and walks away. "Oh shut up, you are just jealous because I have a date tonight." She starts to lick her front paw ignoring me. I sit on the edge of the bed. I lift my leg and put the first shoe on. I buckle the ankle strap. I inspect my foot. I wiggle my toes. I lift the second shoe and put that on my.