As your teacher, I have grown frustrated with you in my class. Your lack of effort and constant disruptions serve no purpose. I keep you after school to go over your proper punishments. From your desk, you can't help but look down at my dangling heels. I bounce my shiny pantyhose legs while I taunt you with my cute heels. You barely listen to me as I discipline you. The closer the shoe comes to falling off my toes, the better. You are so on edge wanting to worship my red bottoms and nylon-covered feet. But you can't. You must write lines and accept your after-school punishment. Don't worry, I'll be dangling my heels the entire time.