Barefoot church

A church with rule that women go barefoot in church.


When moving to a new area you dont know any one. Making new friends was difficult.  Finding a church can also be problematic.  

Paul and christy and there family had just moved to a new area.  They had no idea where to go to a church.they decided to check out varous churches. 

The two and the kids went inside the church. “Welcome to word Baptist temple. “An usher said.Paul and christy introduced themselves to the usher. They were given name tags. 

“Mam. I need you to remove your shoes.”the usher said. Paul was very surprised. As was his young wife christy. “Excuse me?” paul asked. “This church by laws requires women to be barefoot. ” the usher said. 

They were a bit unsure about all of this. They were the visitors. It was only for one sunday. Christy rarely wore shoes any way. At least for very long. She agreed.  

Every women in the church was barefoot.  It seemed the members adhered to the policy. Neither paul nor Christy understood why the policy was in place. They made little sence to them. 

It did not really seam to cause any trouble. It was not that odd of a policy. The church was very friendly.  They did like the church.

She was able to put her shoes back on. They left the church. They went to the car. They waited to get in and pull away before they talked.  

“What did you think?” paul asked.”they seam friendly. The preaching was good.  I like it. “She said.  “Even there quirky traditions?” paul asked. “Is it now that odd. I dont mind going barefoot. ” she said.

They decided to give it another chance.  They went again that night. They. Went wendasday. They started to feel like they were more part of the church. They decided to become members. 

It seems that the barefoot rule was realy the only bizare rule. Every other doctrine qnd belief was fairly orthidox. It was prety standard with more fundimentilist churches. They were prety happy with the church. 

The end.

Bare foot prison

A young colege student is falsely arrested and ends up in prison where she ia forced to go batefoot.

I’m katie. I am 19 years old. I was a college student.  I was a good student. I got good was good. 

I was shy and qiet. I got asked out by another freshman.of course i said yes. He was smart like me. He was not a showman. He was not full of himself at all. I respected him for that and severl other reason. 

Our date was amazing.  He saw kind and thoughtfull.the perfect gentlemen.  We arranged to have a second date. 

What i did not know was that this made another person jelous. Bradford Clifton jenings roberds the third. He liked me. He thought i should be with him. He was anoid at the thought of me being with someone else. Especially a freshman from a less then middle class family.  

Instead of trying to win me over,he decided to get revenge. If he could not have me,no one could. He came up with a plan.he decided to frame me for cheeting. 

He hacked into my oficial school digital portfolio.  He changed my paper. I was always careful to cite my sources and give proper citation when i qoated or made illusion to a saurce. I used the turabien method if citing. He made it look i was attributing qoate to myself. Sence he hacked into my accounts it looked like i was doing it.

Sence colleges were under the department of education, cheating was a federal crime. Due to high profile cheating scandles. It was punishable by jail time. 

I went to my room. I saw several fbi agents. “Are you katie burton?”the lead f.b.i. agent asked. “I am.”i said. I was realy concerned.  I had no idea what was going on. I knew it was not good. 

“Katie Elizabeth burton you are under arest fir violating title five of the fairness and inrregrety act.”he said. My rights were read. I was led to prison.

I was striped out of my green shirt,jeens and underware. I was put in an orange jumpsuit. I was then shakled . i was put in handcufs,belly chain and ankle cufs.

“Where are my shoes? “I asked.  “Prisoners are not alowed shoes or sox. You go barefoot all the matter what. ” the gaurd said.

I did not like that at all. What could i do. I was taken my cell witch was cubicle realy. The shakles were removed.  I was placed in a chair. I was shakled in the chair for a day. 

I was forced to stay in the chair until night.  I was then shakled in a bunk in another room.

I was unable to pay bail. I had to await trial in prison.  I was barfoot. At my trial i could ware shoes. I did not like it any more. I felt hot. I was excited to take them off.

Then on day i was shakled in a chair. A gaurd came in.she undid my shakles. It was not close to bed time i realy had no idea what was going on.

“You are being released! “She said.”did someone pay my bail?”i asked. “No you misunderstand! The charges were droped. It seamed a jilted lover framed you. He felt bad and confessed “she said. 

I was alowed to change. David the freshman i started to date before i ended up in the pocky. Picked me up. I go in. We kissed and huged.

My feet were kiling me. I took off my shoes.much better. I had a feeling i would be going barefoot more often.

The end.

So i dont end up barefoot in prison, the idea came from qurhk on tumbler. If you google barefoot in prison tumbler,ther are quite a few tumbler pages involving batefoot girl in prison or slaves.  

I have a thing for bategoot girls in seams other do we wel.