Pink slippers, white socks pulled up & leggings *custom*
As you sit in the chair, your pink slippers dangling playfully, your phone rings. It's the school, and they're not calling with good news. Your step-son has been sent home for bullying another child, and you're not pleased.
You see him on the floor, looking up at you with a mixture of fear and confusion. You pick him up, your breath hot on his face as you demand to know why he did it. "He hit me first," he replies, and you shake your head in disbelief.
"So because he hit you first, that made you want to punch him...?" You're not happy with his excuse, and you make it clear that instead of the school punishing him, you will. He needs a serious lesson, and you're just the one to give it to him.
You put him back down on the floor and smother your socked feet over him. He starts to cry, but you don't care. You tell him to smell your stinky socks, and you don't mind if he starts crying about it. You're going to be his new bully, and he's going to learn his lesson.
You stand up and stomp on the floor with him underfoot, before grabbing your pink slippers and throwing him inside them. You watch with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as he struggles to get out. You're enjoying this far more than you should be.
Next, you decide to take things up a notch. You dance around the room, dangling your slippers up and down, feeling him trying to get out. But you stay firm, and he's going nowhere. You're having too much fun.
You stop dancing and take him out of the slippers. He's a mess, and you're not done with him yet. You put him back down on the floor and continue to dance, making him cry and moan about you. You're getting extra sweaty for him, and you can't help but enjoy it.
Finally, you sit down and take a breath. You ask him if he's learned his lesson, but you don't really care what he says. You put him back in the slippers and continue to dance, enjoying the power you hold over him.
The clip ends with you stomping on him and declaring that he's not coming out for the weekend. You walk away, your pink slippers dangling playfully, leaving him to stew in his own filth.
