The late morning dragged, few people were around (most were in class).
Julie Taylor had some time to think (locked in a stocks and
pillory, thinking was about all she could do). She was going to get
through this! Hell, her count was up to seven, more than a third of
the way already, and there were bound to be more people who could be
cool about this whole "tickle my feet" thing and treat it as a joke,
not like some of the sickos! The luscious blonde grew enraged just thinking about how some people had treated her - it seemed most of the real sadists were other women for some strange reason! What had she ever done to them? "Just jealous of my looks!", she fumed silently. Just get through it, that had to be her focus.
She'd already put up with so much - the eating a bug, the egg shampoos, the damned bare assed paddlings ... she couldn't quit now. By sundown, she was going to be IN ... in the most powerful and popular sorority on campus ... but why, oh why did it HAVE to be tickling?. She looked ruefully down at her big bare size 11's and wiggled her toes. "We'll get through this!" she jokingly promised her own toes.
"My word ... what on earth is that contraption? Why I haven't seen one of ...".
Julie was snapped out of her reflection by the harsh quaking voice.
Approaching was a tall thin woman of about 60, hair pulled back in a
severe bun, glasses, calf length skirt and prim white blouse - the
overall impression was one of an aging English nanny. Julie recognized the crazy old bat - Professor Martha Applebee -Introduction to Human Anatomy!
"Uh, Hi Professor ... My name's Julie Taylor and I'm pledging Tau
Kai ..."
"Yes yes ... pledging Tau Kai Lambda, I'm very familiar ... I'm an old
Tau Kai myself, young lady!", Martha Applebee barely acknowledged
Julie, studying instead her helplessly displayed bare soles with keen
interest, "But gracious, I haven't seen these in ages ... why I thought they'd been banned and ..."
"BANNED? Did you say banned?" a startled Julie interrupted, "Do you
mean to tell me that they can't do this? That this whole thing is
illegal because I want to say ..."
"No no, my dear girl, I said "canned", that is to say, I'd thought the
old house had retired this particular ritual ... too old fashioned
don't you know. All they want these days is sex and alcohol ... bloody dangerous, you know. Whereas the old stocks and pillory have a certain charm ... good clean fun, I should say. Now then ... isn't there something you wish to ask of me?"
Julie's head was swimming - she was sure the old bird had said "banned" - what the hell could she possibly expect Julie to ask
her? "N-No ... I don't think so, Professor?" replied Julie.
"Ahem ... if memory serves, you are to request that I tickle your feet, young lady!' snapped Applebee in response.
"Oh ... oh yeah ..." answered Julie, downhearted. There was something
about this old spinster; she seemed too ... "into it" for Julie's
liking, "Yeah ... uh ... well ... would you like to ... y'know ... do
it? Tickle me ... a little ...".
"Your enthusiasm is severly wanting!" the professor reprimanded the
half hearted girl, "I shall discuss this matter with your president,
should I find the time! But ... your ... your feet! They're
magnificent! Positively huge and ... and perfectly flawless. Oh, at
my age I shouldn't but I simply can't resist!" Then taking hold of
Julie's right big toe, Martha Applebee tugged it firmly, "Thiiiiis
little piggy went to market ... this little piggy stayed home ... this
little piggy had ..."
Julie pouted silently and tried to steel herself for the inevitable.
With a sudden cry of "all the way home ...", Professor Martha Applebee
scrambled her bony fingers up and down Julie's taut tender soles,
eliciting shrieks of laughter from the bound coed.
"AHA HA HA HA HA ... WHEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... HOO HOO HA HA ...
OH ... HA HA ... OH THAT TICKLES ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... OH I-I-I
CAN'T STAND THAT ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... Y-Y-YOU'RE KILLING ME ...
AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ... PLEASE ... I'M ... HA HA ... I'M
TICKLISH ... HA HA HA HA HA ... M-M-MY FEET ... HA HA HA HA ... THEY'RE EXTREMELY T-T-TICKLISH ... AHA HA HA HA HA ..."
"How positively delightful! You're actually quite ticklish, aren't
you, dear?" chuckled Professor Applebee, racing her claws vigorously up and down Julie's sensitive sole, "Tickle tickle tickle ... tickle
tickle tickle ... my goodness, I'd forgotten how violent the aversion
can be. Now you hold still, young lady, and take your punishemnt like
a true Tau Kappa! By the way, did you say you were enjoying this,
hmmmm?"
"OH ... HA HA HA HA HA ... OH YES ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... I-I LOVE
IT ... WHEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I LOVE HAVING M-M-MY ... BWOO HOO
HOO HA HA HA ... MY F-F-FEET TICKLED ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... I LOVE
IT ... HA HA HA HA ... I LOVE IT ... WHEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I LOVE
IT!"
After ten long minutes, both student and professor were flushed.
Martha Applebee fanned herself with a notebook. Julie Taylor's
head hung limply from the pillory, her breath coming in huge gasps, her pink tinged soles flexing and unflexing rythmically.
"Well ..." the professor finally found her voice, "That was quite ...
stimulating, I should say. What did you say your name was ... Miss
Taylor? I feel you'll be a most welcome addition to our
sisterhood, indeed, I should look forward to seeing you at our
functions quite often." The hyper stimulated blonde barely heard - her senses were still reeling from an arduous assault.
As she made to leave, Martha Applebee lifted Julie's face and stared
into her tear stained face thoughfully, a glimmer of
recognition. "Yes ... I have seen you before! You're in my class ...
sit on the right side ... always dangling a shoe from your pretty
little toes, as I recall. Listen, dear, I don't often do this ... but
at the end of next week, I shall be lecturing at the podiatry school on the anatomy of the human foot. I should very much like you to
accompany me ... as a `model'. I assure you, it would greatly enhance
your grade in my class and I would consider it a great personal favor.
Consider it please. Very well, I'm off then ... I shall see you
again ... in class."
As the professor strode off (her step much enlivened), Julie finally
raised her head, a look of sheer hatred on her face. "Fucking bitch!"
she whispered, "You fucking sick bitch!". Then, her anger cooled and
despair overwhelmed the barefoot blonde; she couldn't take many more
like that!
Julie Taylor had some time to think (locked in a stocks and
pillory, thinking was about all she could do). She was going to get
through this! Hell, her count was up to seven, more than a third of
the way already, and there were bound to be more people who could be
cool about this whole "tickle my feet" thing and treat it as a joke,
not like some of the sickos! The luscious blonde grew enraged just thinking about how some people had treated her - it seemed most of the real sadists were other women for some strange reason! What had she ever done to them? "Just jealous of my looks!", she fumed silently. Just get through it, that had to be her focus.
She'd already put up with so much - the eating a bug, the egg shampoos, the damned bare assed paddlings ... she couldn't quit now. By sundown, she was going to be IN ... in the most powerful and popular sorority on campus ... but why, oh why did it HAVE to be tickling?. She looked ruefully down at her big bare size 11's and wiggled her toes. "We'll get through this!" she jokingly promised her own toes.
"My word ... what on earth is that contraption? Why I haven't seen one of ...".
Julie was snapped out of her reflection by the harsh quaking voice.
Approaching was a tall thin woman of about 60, hair pulled back in a
severe bun, glasses, calf length skirt and prim white blouse - the
overall impression was one of an aging English nanny. Julie recognized the crazy old bat - Professor Martha Applebee -Introduction to Human Anatomy!
"Uh, Hi Professor ... My name's Julie Taylor and I'm pledging Tau
Kai ..."
"Yes yes ... pledging Tau Kai Lambda, I'm very familiar ... I'm an old
Tau Kai myself, young lady!", Martha Applebee barely acknowledged
Julie, studying instead her helplessly displayed bare soles with keen
interest, "But gracious, I haven't seen these in ages ... why I thought they'd been banned and ..."
"BANNED? Did you say banned?" a startled Julie interrupted, "Do you
mean to tell me that they can't do this? That this whole thing is
illegal because I want to say ..."
"No no, my dear girl, I said "canned", that is to say, I'd thought the
old house had retired this particular ritual ... too old fashioned
don't you know. All they want these days is sex and alcohol ... bloody dangerous, you know. Whereas the old stocks and pillory have a certain charm ... good clean fun, I should say. Now then ... isn't there something you wish to ask of me?"
Julie's head was swimming - she was sure the old bird had said "banned" - what the hell could she possibly expect Julie to ask
her? "N-No ... I don't think so, Professor?" replied Julie.
"Ahem ... if memory serves, you are to request that I tickle your feet, young lady!' snapped Applebee in response.
"Oh ... oh yeah ..." answered Julie, downhearted. There was something
about this old spinster; she seemed too ... "into it" for Julie's
liking, "Yeah ... uh ... well ... would you like to ... y'know ... do
it? Tickle me ... a little ...".
"Your enthusiasm is severly wanting!" the professor reprimanded the
half hearted girl, "I shall discuss this matter with your president,
should I find the time! But ... your ... your feet! They're
magnificent! Positively huge and ... and perfectly flawless. Oh, at
my age I shouldn't but I simply can't resist!" Then taking hold of
Julie's right big toe, Martha Applebee tugged it firmly, "Thiiiiis
little piggy went to market ... this little piggy stayed home ... this
little piggy had ..."
Julie pouted silently and tried to steel herself for the inevitable.
With a sudden cry of "all the way home ...", Professor Martha Applebee
scrambled her bony fingers up and down Julie's taut tender soles,
eliciting shrieks of laughter from the bound coed.
"AHA HA HA HA HA ... WHEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... HOO HOO HA HA ...
OH ... HA HA ... OH THAT TICKLES ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... OH I-I-I
CAN'T STAND THAT ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... Y-Y-YOU'RE KILLING ME ...
AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ... PLEASE ... I'M ... HA HA ... I'M
TICKLISH ... HA HA HA HA HA ... M-M-MY FEET ... HA HA HA HA ... THEY'RE EXTREMELY T-T-TICKLISH ... AHA HA HA HA HA ..."
"How positively delightful! You're actually quite ticklish, aren't
you, dear?" chuckled Professor Applebee, racing her claws vigorously up and down Julie's sensitive sole, "Tickle tickle tickle ... tickle
tickle tickle ... my goodness, I'd forgotten how violent the aversion
can be. Now you hold still, young lady, and take your punishemnt like
a true Tau Kappa! By the way, did you say you were enjoying this,
hmmmm?"
"OH ... HA HA HA HA HA ... OH YES ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... I-I LOVE
IT ... WHEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I LOVE HAVING M-M-MY ... BWOO HOO
HOO HA HA HA ... MY F-F-FEET TICKLED ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... I LOVE
IT ... HA HA HA HA ... I LOVE IT ... WHEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I LOVE
IT!"
After ten long minutes, both student and professor were flushed.
Martha Applebee fanned herself with a notebook. Julie Taylor's
head hung limply from the pillory, her breath coming in huge gasps, her pink tinged soles flexing and unflexing rythmically.
"Well ..." the professor finally found her voice, "That was quite ...
stimulating, I should say. What did you say your name was ... Miss
Taylor? I feel you'll be a most welcome addition to our
sisterhood, indeed, I should look forward to seeing you at our
functions quite often." The hyper stimulated blonde barely heard - her senses were still reeling from an arduous assault.
As she made to leave, Martha Applebee lifted Julie's face and stared
into her tear stained face thoughfully, a glimmer of
recognition. "Yes ... I have seen you before! You're in my class ...
sit on the right side ... always dangling a shoe from your pretty
little toes, as I recall. Listen, dear, I don't often do this ... but
at the end of next week, I shall be lecturing at the podiatry school on the anatomy of the human foot. I should very much like you to
accompany me ... as a `model'. I assure you, it would greatly enhance
your grade in my class and I would consider it a great personal favor.
Consider it please. Very well, I'm off then ... I shall see you
again ... in class."
As the professor strode off (her step much enlivened), Julie finally
raised her head, a look of sheer hatred on her face. "Fucking bitch!"
she whispered, "You fucking sick bitch!". Then, her anger cooled and
despair overwhelmed the barefoot blonde; she couldn't take many more
like that!
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