Isobel is up to her nonsense again.
She likes to go walking in the forest near where she lives, and she is rather prone to missing the signs and walking right through sacred faerie land.
The faeries have decided it's time to teach her a lesson... they have miniaturized her and hired their best caterpillar ticklers, and their friend the ladybird, to give Isobel a thorough tickling.
Pinned with caterpillar silk into this rather unladylike position and tickled like mad on her thighs and feet, and under her arms. With her ankles attached to the stamen of the flower, the more she squirms and wriggles the more tickling pollen tumbles out all over her tickling her more, making her squirm and wriggle more.
Although, really, the only lesson she is going to learn is where to go walking when she fancies a good tickling.
They haven't decided when they will let her go yet, but she is such fun to tickle, and has such a lovely laugh that they might just make her their princess and keep her... and tickle her always.
She likes to go walking in the forest near where she lives, and she is rather prone to missing the signs and walking right through sacred faerie land.
The faeries have decided it's time to teach her a lesson... they have miniaturized her and hired their best caterpillar ticklers, and their friend the ladybird, to give Isobel a thorough tickling.
Pinned with caterpillar silk into this rather unladylike position and tickled like mad on her thighs and feet, and under her arms. With her ankles attached to the stamen of the flower, the more she squirms and wriggles the more tickling pollen tumbles out all over her tickling her more, making her squirm and wriggle more.
Although, really, the only lesson she is going to learn is where to go walking when she fancies a good tickling.
They haven't decided when they will let her go yet, but she is such fun to tickle, and has such a lovely laugh that they might just make her their princess and keep her... and tickle her always.