TKLVR181
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Here it is, part two of "Getting Karen to Giggle like a Little Girl 101" 😛
Pt. 2
“Aww, somebody wants some ickle tickles?” He asked, teasing my sides slowly. “Aww, it’s ok, we can do that…tickle tickle tickle…” He started with the verbal teasing.
THAT did it. “EEEHEHhehehehhhaahnonodohohn’t tehehhase!!” I exclaimed, giggling and writhing in my bonds.
“What’s wrong, honey? Lickle teasing giving you butterflies in your tummy? Hmm?” He teased.
Dammit, he KNEW that’s exactly what verbal teasing does to me; drives me completely into hysterics. The fighter in me just dies, and I turn to complete jello. Me, the strong, protective ‘ler turned to complete giggly mush. Part of it was completely embarrassing; yet part of me knew I was safe here, he would never make fun of me for it, and he was doing this, no matter how much he enjoyed it, for me. And so all I did about it was laugh.
“EEEHEHAHAHASTHAHAP IHIHIT!! YOU KNOHOHOW IHIHT DOHOHESHEHEHEHEEHEEHHEE!” I exclaimed, bursting into uncontrollable giggles.
“Stop? Stop what dear? Teasing? But I know you don’t mean that! You lo-ove being teased, gives you little butterflies in your tummy. Feels nice, hmm? Doesn’t it?” He asked, wiggling his fingers up into my ribs, digging between them lightly.
I squealed. “EEEEEEPHEHEHEHEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHEHHEHHEHEHEHEHE,” shaking my head from side to side, trying to block out the verbal teasing that was more effective than a thousand chains. “NAAHAHAT THE RIIHIHBBSSSEHEHEEH!!” I exclaimed as best I could through my hysterical laughter. My ribs were my second-worst spot, and when he dug between them like that it was almost as bad as my worst spot.
“Oooh yes, the ribs, between them too, kootchy koo!” he laughed, wiggling his fingers even faster between my oh-so-sensitive ribs. “Oh my, face turning red already, does my ickle ‘lee need a break, hmm?” All I could do was nod.
Mercifully, he stopped. “How’s your head?” He asked. After a few moments and the butterflies starting to fade, I regained my breath enough to be able to answer him.
“Th-The headache’s gone!” I exclaimed. “G-guess I was just str-stresed, eh?” I said, big, silly grin on my face. I hate headaches.
He nodded. “And laughter is the best medicine, after all!” He winked. “Now, I suppose I should give you the chance to give up…”
I laughed. “Please, you know damned well I can take a whole lot more than that!” I said, cocky grin finally returning to my face. It felt good to feel cocky like that again, like an old friend who’d been gone for too long; was very good to finally find it again. “Bring it on!” I said, looking him in the eye.
He grinned back. “I’m SO glad you said that!” he said, evil glint in his eye. For a moment I wondered if I my cockiness had finally gotten me into serious trouble. Yea, like that’d ever happen, right?
I didn’t have to think about this for long, however, as Feathers brought up two tentacles to wiggle in front of my face. “Gonna get your pits now Karen!”
Butterflies back. “F-Feathers, s-s-stop talking like that…you’re mahaking me all nervous again…” Yea. Like THAT was gonna do anything besides egg him on.
Of course not. “Aww, is my ickle lee getting all giggly again, hmm? Is the thought of my wickle tentacles dancing in your pits making you all nervous?” He asked, beginning to twirl them around, every so softly, one in each pit.
“MEEEPEEhhehehehehhhahheheehhehe” unable to do much else, I began to squirm from side to side. He let me, tickling one pit at a time as I squirmed towards his single tentacles. I just continued to giggle.
‘Hmm, I think you’re laughing a bit too softly…time to pick it back up…” he said. With that, I felt his fingertips begin to slowly probe my bare, helpless pits, scratching softly. “Tickle tickle tickle!”
“EeeeEHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!” I bellowed, slipping into full-fledged, uncontrollable laughter. Unable to speak, unable to do anything except hang there and laugh, that’s exactly what I did.
And he started with the DAMN teasing again. “Oh, what’s this, you’re not even that tickly in your pits are you Hon? I thought your ribs and tummy were MUCH worse than they are…” all the time, still scratching, never varying his pace, in my pits. “Gonna sit here and tickle you aaalll daay looong…”
THAT one sent me into silent laughter. From pit tickling; it’s almost humiliating, because he was right. My pits aren’t nearly as ticklish as other areas I could name. But here I was, in silent, red-faced, uncontrollable laughter, unable to think of anything except that he was threatening to tickle me like that all day, and how time had stopped so that might be forever, and how exactly did I feel about that anyway? It’s hard to think rationally when you can barely breathe for laughing.
After a few minutes of this he paused. After a moment of letting me catch my breath, he looked me square in the eye and wiggled his eyebrows. “I think I’m about done…only one thing left to do…” With that, he began rolling up my shirt. “Time to get the tummy!”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Pt. 2
“Aww, somebody wants some ickle tickles?” He asked, teasing my sides slowly. “Aww, it’s ok, we can do that…tickle tickle tickle…” He started with the verbal teasing.
THAT did it. “EEEHEHhehehehhhaahnonodohohn’t tehehhase!!” I exclaimed, giggling and writhing in my bonds.
“What’s wrong, honey? Lickle teasing giving you butterflies in your tummy? Hmm?” He teased.
Dammit, he KNEW that’s exactly what verbal teasing does to me; drives me completely into hysterics. The fighter in me just dies, and I turn to complete jello. Me, the strong, protective ‘ler turned to complete giggly mush. Part of it was completely embarrassing; yet part of me knew I was safe here, he would never make fun of me for it, and he was doing this, no matter how much he enjoyed it, for me. And so all I did about it was laugh.
“EEEHEHAHAHASTHAHAP IHIHIT!! YOU KNOHOHOW IHIHT DOHOHESHEHEHEHEEHEEHHEE!” I exclaimed, bursting into uncontrollable giggles.
“Stop? Stop what dear? Teasing? But I know you don’t mean that! You lo-ove being teased, gives you little butterflies in your tummy. Feels nice, hmm? Doesn’t it?” He asked, wiggling his fingers up into my ribs, digging between them lightly.
I squealed. “EEEEEEPHEHEHEHEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHEHHEHHEHEHEHEHE,” shaking my head from side to side, trying to block out the verbal teasing that was more effective than a thousand chains. “NAAHAHAT THE RIIHIHBBSSSEHEHEEH!!” I exclaimed as best I could through my hysterical laughter. My ribs were my second-worst spot, and when he dug between them like that it was almost as bad as my worst spot.
“Oooh yes, the ribs, between them too, kootchy koo!” he laughed, wiggling his fingers even faster between my oh-so-sensitive ribs. “Oh my, face turning red already, does my ickle ‘lee need a break, hmm?” All I could do was nod.
Mercifully, he stopped. “How’s your head?” He asked. After a few moments and the butterflies starting to fade, I regained my breath enough to be able to answer him.
“Th-The headache’s gone!” I exclaimed. “G-guess I was just str-stresed, eh?” I said, big, silly grin on my face. I hate headaches.
He nodded. “And laughter is the best medicine, after all!” He winked. “Now, I suppose I should give you the chance to give up…”
I laughed. “Please, you know damned well I can take a whole lot more than that!” I said, cocky grin finally returning to my face. It felt good to feel cocky like that again, like an old friend who’d been gone for too long; was very good to finally find it again. “Bring it on!” I said, looking him in the eye.
He grinned back. “I’m SO glad you said that!” he said, evil glint in his eye. For a moment I wondered if I my cockiness had finally gotten me into serious trouble. Yea, like that’d ever happen, right?
I didn’t have to think about this for long, however, as Feathers brought up two tentacles to wiggle in front of my face. “Gonna get your pits now Karen!”
Butterflies back. “F-Feathers, s-s-stop talking like that…you’re mahaking me all nervous again…” Yea. Like THAT was gonna do anything besides egg him on.
Of course not. “Aww, is my ickle lee getting all giggly again, hmm? Is the thought of my wickle tentacles dancing in your pits making you all nervous?” He asked, beginning to twirl them around, every so softly, one in each pit.
“MEEEPEEhhehehehehhhahheheehhehe” unable to do much else, I began to squirm from side to side. He let me, tickling one pit at a time as I squirmed towards his single tentacles. I just continued to giggle.
‘Hmm, I think you’re laughing a bit too softly…time to pick it back up…” he said. With that, I felt his fingertips begin to slowly probe my bare, helpless pits, scratching softly. “Tickle tickle tickle!”
“EeeeEHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!” I bellowed, slipping into full-fledged, uncontrollable laughter. Unable to speak, unable to do anything except hang there and laugh, that’s exactly what I did.
And he started with the DAMN teasing again. “Oh, what’s this, you’re not even that tickly in your pits are you Hon? I thought your ribs and tummy were MUCH worse than they are…” all the time, still scratching, never varying his pace, in my pits. “Gonna sit here and tickle you aaalll daay looong…”
THAT one sent me into silent laughter. From pit tickling; it’s almost humiliating, because he was right. My pits aren’t nearly as ticklish as other areas I could name. But here I was, in silent, red-faced, uncontrollable laughter, unable to think of anything except that he was threatening to tickle me like that all day, and how time had stopped so that might be forever, and how exactly did I feel about that anyway? It’s hard to think rationally when you can barely breathe for laughing.
After a few minutes of this he paused. After a moment of letting me catch my breath, he looked me square in the eye and wiggled his eyebrows. “I think I’m about done…only one thing left to do…” With that, he began rolling up my shirt. “Time to get the tummy!”
TO BE CONTINUED…
