Baby steps (Sort of)

A lanky guy towards the back raised his hand. You pointed to him and beckoned. "Next lucky contestant, come on down!"

While the new guy started heading your way, you handed the marker to Vanessa. She gave you a sultry smile and walked over to the board, adding Brought down to size to Nakamura's list of changes, then waited by the board, idly running the pen up and down her cleavage.

It took you a bit of effort to turn away from that sight and back to the new guy, but as he maneuvered past other students and down the aisle, you managed to get a better look at him. A kinda shaggy mop of brown hair, tallish...you didn't think you recognized him. "Sorry, man, don't think I remember your name."

He raised a fist to bump as he got up close, and you went for it with a grin. He clearly wasn't worried about the situation, which could mean he was a bit dumb, but he might just be psyched about the chance to get back at the Bitch. You sure as hell were, after all.

He spoke up. "No worries, dude. I'm Lucas."

You nodded amiably. "Alright, Lucas, let's hear what The Amazing Barking Professor did to piss you off."

Lucas laughed and shot a lopsided sort of smirk Nakamura's way, who just glowered back. "All kinds of things, just like everybody, but the big thing for me is her hard-ass "time management policies"."

He threw sarcastic air quotes around the last, and your recognized the phrase from the syllabus. No late work ever, zero tolerance for being late or absent, regardless of the excuse. You and the rest of the class were plenty familiar with it by this point, since many of you had been shut out of a class just for being one minute late, or some other tiny infraction. You nodded, and rolled a hand in a 'go on' gesture.

He continued. "I've thought about this since the second day of class. I tripped in the hall just outside and dropped some of my stuff; took me a minute or two to recover everything. Headed inside, but I guess I was literally a few seconds late, and she slammed the door in my face! Like, slammed it - almost whacked my head with it!"

You nodded; you remembered that day now he mentioned it. "Right, yeah - you tried to explain through the door and she said something like, "Not my problem." Well," you dramatically turned to Nakamura, "Looks like it's your problem now, teach!"

The Professor barked angrily at you, even stepping forward and pointing a finger at Lucas for a second. Then suddenly, her hand reversed direction and the pointing finger popped into her mouth, where she started sloppily sucking on it, making slutty-sounding enthusiastic noises. Over her mouth, her eyes were furious, of course, but you just laughed until she stopped and went back to glaring at you silently.

"Okay, Lucas, now that rude little interruption is over, did you have any particular ideas on how to punish her?"

He nodded eagerly. "Hell yeah! I figure you can make her show off that amazing ass she's always trying to keep hidden and make her a little more sympathetic to people being late at the same time."

Lucas paused and you chuckled to yourself, remembering that everyone but you and Nakamura thought she'd always had the fantastic bubble butt you'd given her earlier today. He went on. "You could make her wear super high heels so she can't walk fast enough to get places on time!"

You nodded thoughtfully. A little unimaginative, maybe, but not a bad start. "Sure, I can work with that."

Considering your options, you frowned and looked Lucas up and down. You'd had the thought of doing a quid-pro-quo situation with any punishments you doled out, but you were having a little trouble coming up with something in a similar vein that wouldn't just flat-out wreck Lucas's life. If you wanted, you could probably overhaul his fashion sense to enjoy high heels, or even turn him into a woman entirely, but that seemed a little much. For the first time, he looked a little bit nervous, shooting a glance Vanessa's way. Looking back at him, she lightly ran her tongue over her upper lip and winked.

Smirking at that little tableau, you decided to start with Nakamura and figure out what to do with Lucas later. You weren't going to just let him get what he wanted for free, of course, but it could wait. "Okay, Nakamura, you heard the man; let's make it a little harder for you to judge people on punctuality. Would you rather have any shoes you put on become heels as high as you can manage to walk on, or whenever you're about to be on time somewhere, have to stop and show off your ass as lewdly as you can to as many people as possible until you're late?"

She set her jaw angrily at the same time that Lucas laughed out loud, but she barked once and then suddenly pinwheeled her arms for balance as her heels shot up underneath her! Grabbing ahold of the desk, she wobbled uncertainly for a moment, standing back up as she figured it out. You and everyone else in the room took a closer look at her new shoes; the sensible black flats had stretched upward, becoming something like a six inch heel. Nothing too crazy, yet, but Nakamura was clearly having serious trouble walking on them; she must have rarely worn anything this high.

You grinned at the sight of her wobbling around on her new shoes, trying to get used to them. You knew that as she learned to walk in them, they'd just get higher - she'd never be able to walk around at speed again, unless she went barefoot. You frowned at that thought, that was way too easy a workaround. You snapped your fingers and caught her attention. "If you promise to shut up except when I ask you a question, you can speak again."

She gritted her teeth, but after just a moment she nodded.

"Would you rather be compelled to wear shoes at all times outside your house, or only ever be able to walk upright with shoes on?"

Frowning, she took longer to consider that than you'd thought she would. Maybe she wanted the option to take her shoes off outside the house, even if she had to crawl? Finally, though, she answered acidly, "I'll wear shoes outside the house."

Her reaction ticked a box in your head, and it finally hit you how you could involve Lucas in this. You waved him over to the Professor. "Now then, Lucas, it doesn't seem too fair that she'll be stuck in high heels forever just for your entertainment, does it? That's going to get seriously uncomfortable."

He looked a bit confused. "I mean, sure, but isn't that sort of the point?"

Smirking, you nodded. "Some of it, yeah, but I think it's only fair that you help with her new burdens just a bit. Would you rather be able to give magic foot rubs to women that instantly alleviate any pain or issues from footwear of any kind as long as the recipient offers a sexual favor in exchange, or have to give Nakamura a similarly magic foot rub whenever she needs one?"

He looked at you wide-eyed for a second, then his face broke out in a huge grin. "Magic foot rubs for sex, duh!"

"Thought you'd like that. Not quite done yet, though; would you rather you have to give out those foot rubs whenever a woman offers to pay for it, or just make yourself reasonably available to Nakamura for one at least twice a week."

Lucas blinked. "Uh...I guess, give her two a week?" He looked anxious. "She still has to pay for them, right?"

You barked a laugh at how concerned he looked. "If she wants them to be magic, yeah, she has to offer, but you have to show up and rub if she wants you to either way."

His face scrunched up a little, obviously less than happy with that compromise, but you shrugged. Not your problem. You shooed him over to Vanessa, who obligingly wrote down his number for the Professor and added to the board;
Sky High Shoes

You clapped your hands together and turned back to the class. "Anyone else?"