lesbiantickler
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Marcia's daughter was out of control. Alicia was out all night,
skipping
class, and being verbally abusive to her teachers. Alicia and her friends
had
even committed several petty acts of vandalism around the town. Now it
looked
like she might get thrown out of school.
Marcia didn't know what to do. Like all mothers, she didn't really
believe it was Alicia's fault. Everything had started when she had started
hanging out with Kathy and Kathy's friends. To Marcia, it was all Kathy's
fault.
Marcia had tried calling Kathy's mother, but that was no good. Kathy's
mother had just broken down into tears, swearing that ever since Kathy had
turned 18, she'd had absolutly no control over her.
Marcia refused to turn into a pathetic mess like Kathy's mom. She
would
turn her baby girl around, even if she was 18 like Kathy. She wouldn't end
up
crying over the phone to strangers. Somehow, she'd set things right. But
how?
The last straw was when Marcia found marijuana in Alicia's room. Drug
abuse! She had to stop this now! Her first impulse was to ground Alicia
for a
month, but that wasn't right. It wasn't Alicia's fault. It was Kathy's.
If
Kathy hadn't corrupted her daughter, Alicia wouldn't be in this kind of
trouble. It was Kathy that should be punished. And Marcia knew just how
she
was going to do it to.
That weekend, it was Alicia's turn to visit her father in Detroit. It
would be the perfect time for operation "Punish Kathy".
Marcia waited until Alicia had left with her father, then she turned
her
daughters computer. She got into Alicia's AOL account by using the password
she had found one day on a post-it while "cleaning" her desk. Once in the
account, Marcia sent Kathy an e-mail. She pretended to be Alicia and told
Kathy her dad had bailed on the weekend. She told Kathy to meet her in her
room about midnight. Marcia had read enough of Alicia's e-mails to know
that
Kathy had snuck into the house through Alicia's bedroom window many times.
Now all Marcia had to do was wait.
Just before midnight, Marcia hid in Alicia's bed with the covers over
her
head. With her she had a few of her ex-husband the police officer's
favorite
things.
Sure enough, about midnight, Marcia heard a clang outside the window.
Then
Kathy's voice whispering "Alicia, it's me! Let's go!"
When Marcia didn't move for a while, she could hear Kathy climb through
the window. "Come on, Alicia," Kathy said a little louder, "Let's get out
of
here before your stupid Mom finally cathces on!"
Marcia waited until Kathy was close enough, then attacked. She reached
out and pulled Kathy onto the bed. Before Kathy even knew what was
happening,
Marcia had gotten one cuff around Kathy's left wrist, and the other around
the
bedpost.
"Hey!" Yelled Kathy "What do you think you are doing!"
Marcia flicked the lights on. "Surprise!" she yelled.
In the bright light, Marcia got a good look at Kathy. The attractive
red-head was wearing a sleaveless midrift T-Shirt, a short skirt, and
sandals.
Perfect.
As soon as Kathy realized what was happening, she started fighting like
a
wild cat. She flailed with her free right arm and kicked anything her legs
could reach. Luckily, Marcia had become a mother early in life, and though
she had an 18 year old daughter, Marcia was only in her mid-thirties and in
very good shape.
First, she managed to get a knee on Kathy's right arm, and pin that to
the
matress. Marcia quickly hand-cuffed that wrist to the post as well. Now
all
Kathy could do was kick.
Kick Kathy did. She didn't know what her friends mom had in mind, but
Kathy could guess it was nothing good. She kicked as hard and fast as she
could, and would have surly bruised Marcia had one of those sandled feet
connect.
Marcia was smarter than that. She let Kathy kick away until she wore
herself out. Once Kathy was to tired to kick, she pounced on Kathy's
thighs,
holding them down with her 120 pound 5'4" frame while she cuffed each ankle
to
its own bedpost. Now, Kathy was helpless.
Kathy, still out of breath from the kicking, let out a full blast of
profanity. All Marcia did was smile.
"Patience, Kathy. don't tire your self out to early in the evening."
"What are you doing you?!" Kathy bellowed. "Let me go! Where's
Alicia!"
She tugged at her bonds, but the police hand-cuffs and solid oaken bedposts
gave no sign of breaking.
"Calm down, Kathy," Marcia said calmly. "Alicia is at her father's
house
this weekend, just like she told you. I just thought we should take a
chance
to get to know one another."
"I don't want to know you! I hate you! Let me go, or I'll start
screaming my head off!"
"Now, now" Marcia started innocently running one fingernail in a
figure
eight pattern over Kathy's exposed tummy, "You can yell all you want, No
one
else is home, and you know very well that this house is back far enough from
the road that no one else could hear you."
The expression on Kathy's face changed as soon as that fingernail
touched
her tummy. her face went white, and a look of panic replaced the one of
anger.
She knew she could never let her capture know what that lone fingernail was
doing to her, or she was truly in for a long night.
It took all of Kathy's willpower to talk without her voice cracking.
"if...if you hurt me, I'll go to the police. They'll throw you behind
bars."
Marcia just smiled, and continued wandering her finger aimlessly over
Kathy's smooth belly. "Trust me, Kathy, when we're done with our
little...talk, there won't be a mark on your body. If you want to go to the
cops it will be your word, the word of an unruly teenager, against mine, PTA
mother and former wife of an Officer. Do you think they'd believe such a
wild
story."
Marcia waited until Kathy opened her mouth to reply, and moved that
fingernail over her bellybutton. Whatever Kathy was going to say was lost
as a
quick series of giggles came out of her mouth.
"Why Kathy!" Marcia acted surprised, "Whatever are you laughing for?"
She kept lightly wiggling that one finger over Kathy's belly."
Kathy had choked back the giggles, but still had a huge grin on her
face
she couldn't hide. Kathy tried to twist and turn somehow to get that finger
out of her belly button, but couldn't. Marcia had made sure she was
stretched
out tight. Kathy didn't dare reply.
"I know," Marcia said in a sing-song voice, "Don't tell me that Kathy
is
ticklish! Just like a little girl!" With that, Marcia reached out her
other
hand, and began squeezing Kathy's ribs, right beneath her midrift T-shirt.
Kathy couldn't hold it in any longer. "He he he he he stop he he stop
you bit.... bi... he he he stop.!"
"After all the misery you caused me and poor Alicia! I don't think
so!"
Marcia barked. Keeping one hand ticking Kathy's ribs, she began running all
five nails from the other hand up and down Kathy's bare tummy.
" He he he he he he wh... he he he what he he what do he he " Kathy's
face turned red, and she couldn't get out the words. She was incredibly
ticklish, and Marcia's fingernails were really torturing her. "He he he he
he
Alicia he he he dn me he he he are he he he friends he he he he he he."
"You and Alicia are friends huh? No longer," Marcia said in a firm
voice.
"You keep getting my daughter in trouble. Without you, she'd still be an A
student, not some drop out drug fiend!" Marcia did stop tickiling.
Kathy gulped down the air, trying to catch her breath. "Mrs. Carlton,"
Kathy said, knowing she was strting to beg, "Please...please. I don't know
what you think but..."
"Stop whinning." Marcia barked. "When I get through with you, you
won't
want to come within ten miles of my daughter, she paused," Tell me, Kathy,"
Marcia, said in a playful voice, "Are your underams ticklish?"
"NO! Please!" Kathy managed to scream out just before Marcia plunged
her
fingernails into the hollows underneath each of Kathy's arms. She lightly
flicked her fingers over the smooth, hairless skin, up and down. Marcia
stroked her thumbs left to right, just beneath both underarms.
Kathy had only been laughing before. Now she howled. She tried to
pull
her arms down with all of her strength, but nothing budged. "Ha ha ha ha ha
ha
ha no no no no ha ha ha ha st st st ha ha ha no pl pl pleeeeaasssssss."
Marcia didn't let up. She knew she had found one of Kathy's weak
spots,
and she was determined not to let it go to waste. She kept flicking her
nails,
lightly scratching Kathy's sensitive skin. She kept it up for over 30
minutes.
By the end, Kathy's face was red, and sweat was pouring from her body. She
had a wild light in her eye.
"Now Kathy," Marcia whispered into her ear, "You keep corrupting my
daughter, and this is what you are going to get. I don't care if you throw
your life away, but stay away from my daughter." Marcia slowed down her
tickling, allowing Kathy to get some air in her lungs. She did not stop.
She
kept up a slow, easy tickling. It let Kathy breathe, but did not let her
stop
laughing.
"He he he he he he stop stop he he he pleee pleeeeaase hehe he he he he
he
he I'll doooooooo he he he dooooooo annnnyyyyy he he he he he he he he he he
he.........."
Finally, Marcia did stop. It took ten minutes for Kathy to catch her
breath. When she did, the angry, foul-mouthed woman was gone. In her place
was an exhausted, obedient child. As soon as she could talk, Kathy started
to
beg."
Please, please please let me go Mrs. Carlton Please, I'll never talk
to
Alicia again if that's what youm want. I'll do anything you ask. I'll
paint
your house, walk your dog, anything!"
"Stay away from my daughte." Marcia said. "You will stay away from
her."
"Yes! I will! I swear!' Kathy swore. "She and I are threw,
finished!"
Marcia just smiled. "Sure, you say that now, but ten minutes after I
let
you go, this new Kathy will be gone, and the old criminal one will be back.
No, I'll think we'll take the entire night for this one."
"NO!" screamed Kathy. The clock only said 1:15. She couldn't handle
hours of tickling. "NO! You... " and Kathy immediatly started swearing at
Marcia, calling her every disgusting word she could think of.
"See what I mean Kathy," Marcia said with a smile. " Just a minute ago
it
was Mrs. Carlton! Now its ... well I won't repeat such language."
Marcia moved to the foot of the bed. "I'm going to take a break.
Tickling you is just hard work. Let's say we take about 20 minutes to ...
catch our breath. But, just to let you know whats coming next..." Marcia
slowly removed both of Kathy's sandals, leaving her feet bare. "You won't
be
needing these for the rest of the evening."
With that, she slowly walked out of the bedroom
skipping
class, and being verbally abusive to her teachers. Alicia and her friends
had
even committed several petty acts of vandalism around the town. Now it
looked
like she might get thrown out of school.
Marcia didn't know what to do. Like all mothers, she didn't really
believe it was Alicia's fault. Everything had started when she had started
hanging out with Kathy and Kathy's friends. To Marcia, it was all Kathy's
fault.
Marcia had tried calling Kathy's mother, but that was no good. Kathy's
mother had just broken down into tears, swearing that ever since Kathy had
turned 18, she'd had absolutly no control over her.
Marcia refused to turn into a pathetic mess like Kathy's mom. She
would
turn her baby girl around, even if she was 18 like Kathy. She wouldn't end
up
crying over the phone to strangers. Somehow, she'd set things right. But
how?
The last straw was when Marcia found marijuana in Alicia's room. Drug
abuse! She had to stop this now! Her first impulse was to ground Alicia
for a
month, but that wasn't right. It wasn't Alicia's fault. It was Kathy's.
If
Kathy hadn't corrupted her daughter, Alicia wouldn't be in this kind of
trouble. It was Kathy that should be punished. And Marcia knew just how
she
was going to do it to.
That weekend, it was Alicia's turn to visit her father in Detroit. It
would be the perfect time for operation "Punish Kathy".
Marcia waited until Alicia had left with her father, then she turned
her
daughters computer. She got into Alicia's AOL account by using the password
she had found one day on a post-it while "cleaning" her desk. Once in the
account, Marcia sent Kathy an e-mail. She pretended to be Alicia and told
Kathy her dad had bailed on the weekend. She told Kathy to meet her in her
room about midnight. Marcia had read enough of Alicia's e-mails to know
that
Kathy had snuck into the house through Alicia's bedroom window many times.
Now all Marcia had to do was wait.
Just before midnight, Marcia hid in Alicia's bed with the covers over
her
head. With her she had a few of her ex-husband the police officer's
favorite
things.
Sure enough, about midnight, Marcia heard a clang outside the window.
Then
Kathy's voice whispering "Alicia, it's me! Let's go!"
When Marcia didn't move for a while, she could hear Kathy climb through
the window. "Come on, Alicia," Kathy said a little louder, "Let's get out
of
here before your stupid Mom finally cathces on!"
Marcia waited until Kathy was close enough, then attacked. She reached
out and pulled Kathy onto the bed. Before Kathy even knew what was
happening,
Marcia had gotten one cuff around Kathy's left wrist, and the other around
the
bedpost.
"Hey!" Yelled Kathy "What do you think you are doing!"
Marcia flicked the lights on. "Surprise!" she yelled.
In the bright light, Marcia got a good look at Kathy. The attractive
red-head was wearing a sleaveless midrift T-Shirt, a short skirt, and
sandals.
Perfect.
As soon as Kathy realized what was happening, she started fighting like
a
wild cat. She flailed with her free right arm and kicked anything her legs
could reach. Luckily, Marcia had become a mother early in life, and though
she had an 18 year old daughter, Marcia was only in her mid-thirties and in
very good shape.
First, she managed to get a knee on Kathy's right arm, and pin that to
the
matress. Marcia quickly hand-cuffed that wrist to the post as well. Now
all
Kathy could do was kick.
Kick Kathy did. She didn't know what her friends mom had in mind, but
Kathy could guess it was nothing good. She kicked as hard and fast as she
could, and would have surly bruised Marcia had one of those sandled feet
connect.
Marcia was smarter than that. She let Kathy kick away until she wore
herself out. Once Kathy was to tired to kick, she pounced on Kathy's
thighs,
holding them down with her 120 pound 5'4" frame while she cuffed each ankle
to
its own bedpost. Now, Kathy was helpless.
Kathy, still out of breath from the kicking, let out a full blast of
profanity. All Marcia did was smile.
"Patience, Kathy. don't tire your self out to early in the evening."
"What are you doing you?!" Kathy bellowed. "Let me go! Where's
Alicia!"
She tugged at her bonds, but the police hand-cuffs and solid oaken bedposts
gave no sign of breaking.
"Calm down, Kathy," Marcia said calmly. "Alicia is at her father's
house
this weekend, just like she told you. I just thought we should take a
chance
to get to know one another."
"I don't want to know you! I hate you! Let me go, or I'll start
screaming my head off!"
"Now, now" Marcia started innocently running one fingernail in a
figure
eight pattern over Kathy's exposed tummy, "You can yell all you want, No
one
else is home, and you know very well that this house is back far enough from
the road that no one else could hear you."
The expression on Kathy's face changed as soon as that fingernail
touched
her tummy. her face went white, and a look of panic replaced the one of
anger.
She knew she could never let her capture know what that lone fingernail was
doing to her, or she was truly in for a long night.
It took all of Kathy's willpower to talk without her voice cracking.
"if...if you hurt me, I'll go to the police. They'll throw you behind
bars."
Marcia just smiled, and continued wandering her finger aimlessly over
Kathy's smooth belly. "Trust me, Kathy, when we're done with our
little...talk, there won't be a mark on your body. If you want to go to the
cops it will be your word, the word of an unruly teenager, against mine, PTA
mother and former wife of an Officer. Do you think they'd believe such a
wild
story."
Marcia waited until Kathy opened her mouth to reply, and moved that
fingernail over her bellybutton. Whatever Kathy was going to say was lost
as a
quick series of giggles came out of her mouth.
"Why Kathy!" Marcia acted surprised, "Whatever are you laughing for?"
She kept lightly wiggling that one finger over Kathy's belly."
Kathy had choked back the giggles, but still had a huge grin on her
face
she couldn't hide. Kathy tried to twist and turn somehow to get that finger
out of her belly button, but couldn't. Marcia had made sure she was
stretched
out tight. Kathy didn't dare reply.
"I know," Marcia said in a sing-song voice, "Don't tell me that Kathy
is
ticklish! Just like a little girl!" With that, Marcia reached out her
other
hand, and began squeezing Kathy's ribs, right beneath her midrift T-shirt.
Kathy couldn't hold it in any longer. "He he he he he stop he he stop
you bit.... bi... he he he stop.!"
"After all the misery you caused me and poor Alicia! I don't think
so!"
Marcia barked. Keeping one hand ticking Kathy's ribs, she began running all
five nails from the other hand up and down Kathy's bare tummy.
" He he he he he he wh... he he he what he he what do he he " Kathy's
face turned red, and she couldn't get out the words. She was incredibly
ticklish, and Marcia's fingernails were really torturing her. "He he he he
he
Alicia he he he dn me he he he are he he he friends he he he he he he."
"You and Alicia are friends huh? No longer," Marcia said in a firm
voice.
"You keep getting my daughter in trouble. Without you, she'd still be an A
student, not some drop out drug fiend!" Marcia did stop tickiling.
Kathy gulped down the air, trying to catch her breath. "Mrs. Carlton,"
Kathy said, knowing she was strting to beg, "Please...please. I don't know
what you think but..."
"Stop whinning." Marcia barked. "When I get through with you, you
won't
want to come within ten miles of my daughter, she paused," Tell me, Kathy,"
Marcia, said in a playful voice, "Are your underams ticklish?"
"NO! Please!" Kathy managed to scream out just before Marcia plunged
her
fingernails into the hollows underneath each of Kathy's arms. She lightly
flicked her fingers over the smooth, hairless skin, up and down. Marcia
stroked her thumbs left to right, just beneath both underarms.
Kathy had only been laughing before. Now she howled. She tried to
pull
her arms down with all of her strength, but nothing budged. "Ha ha ha ha ha
ha
ha no no no no ha ha ha ha st st st ha ha ha no pl pl pleeeeaasssssss."
Marcia didn't let up. She knew she had found one of Kathy's weak
spots,
and she was determined not to let it go to waste. She kept flicking her
nails,
lightly scratching Kathy's sensitive skin. She kept it up for over 30
minutes.
By the end, Kathy's face was red, and sweat was pouring from her body. She
had a wild light in her eye.
"Now Kathy," Marcia whispered into her ear, "You keep corrupting my
daughter, and this is what you are going to get. I don't care if you throw
your life away, but stay away from my daughter." Marcia slowed down her
tickling, allowing Kathy to get some air in her lungs. She did not stop.
She
kept up a slow, easy tickling. It let Kathy breathe, but did not let her
stop
laughing.
"He he he he he he stop stop he he he pleee pleeeeaase hehe he he he he
he
he I'll doooooooo he he he dooooooo annnnyyyyy he he he he he he he he he he
he.........."
Finally, Marcia did stop. It took ten minutes for Kathy to catch her
breath. When she did, the angry, foul-mouthed woman was gone. In her place
was an exhausted, obedient child. As soon as she could talk, Kathy started
to
beg."
Please, please please let me go Mrs. Carlton Please, I'll never talk
to
Alicia again if that's what youm want. I'll do anything you ask. I'll
paint
your house, walk your dog, anything!"
"Stay away from my daughte." Marcia said. "You will stay away from
her."
"Yes! I will! I swear!' Kathy swore. "She and I are threw,
finished!"
Marcia just smiled. "Sure, you say that now, but ten minutes after I
let
you go, this new Kathy will be gone, and the old criminal one will be back.
No, I'll think we'll take the entire night for this one."
"NO!" screamed Kathy. The clock only said 1:15. She couldn't handle
hours of tickling. "NO! You... " and Kathy immediatly started swearing at
Marcia, calling her every disgusting word she could think of.
"See what I mean Kathy," Marcia said with a smile. " Just a minute ago
it
was Mrs. Carlton! Now its ... well I won't repeat such language."
Marcia moved to the foot of the bed. "I'm going to take a break.
Tickling you is just hard work. Let's say we take about 20 minutes to ...
catch our breath. But, just to let you know whats coming next..." Marcia
slowly removed both of Kathy's sandals, leaving her feet bare. "You won't
be
needing these for the rest of the evening."
With that, she slowly walked out of the bedroom
