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This was one of the first stories I wrote about 2 years ago....
It was a hot summer’s day and Emma was spread out on a sun-lounger trying to make the most of the good weather. She was in a daydream and was totally unaware of what was going on around her when all of a sudden she felt someone poke at her right side. As usual she tried not to make it obvious that it tickled, so she reached for a magazine, which was to her left, and began to read her horoscope. A few minutes had passed so she thought her plan of not reacting had worked. But then someone poked her left side and Emma had to take a sharp intake of breath to avoid laughter. She then moved her arms down by her sides so that whoever was tickling her wouldn’t be able to have easy access to her sensitive area again. Then the tickler spoke, “Do you really think that will stop me?”
Emma knew straight away who it was, it was her aunty Linda. So she replied, “I should have guessed it was you!” As ever since Emma was a little girl her aunty Linda always used to torment her by tickling her and even as the years went by Emma’s aunty Linda knew where all her most ticklish spots where.
Emma paused for a while and then replied, “Probably not. Where’s Dan gone?”
Dan was Emma’s younger brother, she knew where he was but she just had to change the subject somehow.
Linda then replied with a sly grin, “He’s out and so is everyone else, so it’s just the two of us now. And seen as we’ve not seen each other for a while I thought we could catch up for a while. What do you think?”
Emma was a little hesitant as she wasn’t quite sure what he aunty Linda meant, but answered, “Yeah sure, I wanna get a drink first do you want one?”
Linda answered, “Yes please, I’ll have tea. Thanks.”
Emma thought she had managed to get out of that one, but really Linda was secretly planning to torment her niece whilst she had the chance. By asking Emma to make her a cup of tea would buy her enough time to get things ready. For example, tying rope to each end of the sun lounger so that it would be ready for her to tie up Emma easily.
When Emma came out she was still unaware of what her aunty was planning, and she went and sat next to her aunty on the sun lounger. Then just as she had sat down, Linda said to Emma, “Well aren’t you gonna give your aunty Linda one of your special hugs then seen as it’s been so long since I saw you last?!”
Emma was very fond of her aunty Linda and always used to hug her when she was little, but as she grew older she began to hug her a lot less because it would usually mean that that she would be tickled with no way of escaping. Emma’s aunty Linda was right it had been a long time since they had last hugged, so long in fact that Emma forgot how crafty her aunty could be in order to tickle her. And it wasn’t until her aunty Linda was hugging her tightly that Emma remembered what was going to happen next. Emma let out a huge gasp and tried to move her arms by her sides in order to protect them from a tickle attack. But it was just impossible for Emma to move, her aunty Linda had got hold of her tightly. And in response to Emma’s struggle her aunty Linda said, “Ha ha. I thought you had forgotten what our special hugs were and now I think it’s obvious that you had forgotten up until now that is, but now it’s too late Emma. Ha ha I’ve got you know!”
With that Linda lifted Emma’s arms above her head and tied them to the sun lounger.
“What are you doing? I don’t recall you tying me up. Oh please Linda, I beg you please don’t, I don’t like it anymore,” protested Emma.
“Awh well Emma, you see you’re a lot older now and a lot stronger than you used to be so I have to restrain you somehow so that you don’t escape from me, because I know that you are prone to that! And don’t you say that you don’t like it, I’ve seen the look in your eye that tells me deep down you love it really. And if you’re still adamant that you don’t you will just have to prove it to me then won’t you and I won’t stop tickling you until you admit that you’re wrong.”
By the time Linda had finished talking she had tied Emma to both ends of the sun lounger which allowed Emma very little movement. Then Linda held her fingers in the air, ready to pounce onto Emma’s tummy and asked her, “Are you ready for this? Come on work with me Emma, you used to love this!”
Emma refused to look at her, just in case she started laughing. Emma knew that her aunty was right, and that deep down she did enjoy the tickling but didn’t like to admit it as she didn’t know what Linda’s reaction would be and it would probably mean total torment for the rest of her life and she didn’t want that.
Whenever Emma used to get tickled she used to see how long she could last before she started laughing as she used to pretend that she wasn’t ticklish. And now Emma wasn’t going to change her strategy as usually the tickling only lasted 5 to 10 minutes and she knew she could put up with that.
So Linda slowly began spider tickling Emma’s tummy, which was one of her ticklish spots. Emma’s breathing began to get quicker and quicker and she tried to stifle her laughter. Then Linda changed tactic and went up to her under her arms. This wasn’t particularly a ticklish area for Emma so she felt she could relax for a bit. But Linda slowly progressed into Emma’s pits an area where Emma is rarely tickled, but can be quite ticklish dependant upon the technique used. And of course Emma’s aunty Linda knew the technique well but decided to play dumb for a bit in order to catch Emma off guard. But she thought she’d save that for the grand finale when Emma’s ticklish would be at an all time high.
So Linda let her long fingernails dance gently down to Emma’s knees where she began to gently knead, which caused Emma’s knees to twitch uncontrollably due to the ticklish sensations running through her legs. Despite how much Linda’s touches were ticklish agony for Emma, she was enjoying the fact that she was able to control her laughter, although she was as red as a beetroot and was wearing a constant grin.
Linda then tormented Emma by saying, “I know you’re enjoying this and you’re dying to laugh, so I think I will just help you along the way slightly because I’m bored of being gentle with you, now it’s time for some serious tickling!”
Without further ado Linda dived straight to Emma’s sides, the hollow just above her hipbone and as soon as Linda made the first contact with her skin there Emma was bucking trying to escape from her aunt’s tickling fingers. But there was no escape for Emma now. Emma was trying to stay focused, but it was very difficult when her aunty Linda kept saying, “Come on Emma laugh for aunty Linda, come on tickle tickle tickle!”
Then Emma completely lost it as Linda dug her nails in faster and deeper into the hollow:
“AAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAANOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE!”
“Ah that’s what I like to hear, you might as well let it all out now. Ha ha!”
about 5 minutes had passed by this stage and Linda was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Linda then made her way down to Emma’s feet stopping off at her thighs and knees again along the way.
Emma couldn’t control her laughter anymore, the floodgates had opened and there was no going back!
“HAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHEHEHEHEHHEHENNNNNOOOOOHOHOHOHOHONNNOOOTTTHAHHAHAHAMMMYYYHEHEHHEHEFEEEHEHEHHEHEHTYYYYOOOUUUUPROHOHOHMISSSEDHEHEHNEHEHEHEVAHAHAHTTTOOHOHOHOHGGGOOGOGOHOHOHTTTHEHEHEHRREEHEHEHEHHAHAHA!!”
“Yes I know I promised to never tickle your feet, but then you were just a little girl, now you’re old enough to handle it I think.”
“nnnohohohoho!”
and with that Linda sat in level with Emma’s feet, and pulled back her toes, which Emma were scrunching up already. Linda slowly dragged her fingernails down then up Emma’s left foot, as Emma was lost in hysterical laughter. She then repeated the same sequences on Emma’s right foot.
As time seemed to be passing quickly by, well for Linda it was, she knew she had to get a move on so she speeded up her tickling technique. As she scratched both arcs of Emma’s feet at the same time so that the ticklish sensations would become unbearable for her and make the rest of her body more sensitive to tickling than it already was.
So Linda went straight back up to Emma’s tummy and poked and prodded about there for a while as Emma was trying to escape with the little strength she had left in her. But Linda only made things harder for her as whichever tickling hand Emma would squirm away from Linda would always be ready to tickle the side which Emma had forgotten about.
Linda began to pity Emma as she could see that she was beginning to tired very rapidly, so Linda didn’t waste anymore time and went straight back to Emma’s armpits again. Which were of course as sensitive as ever now due to the intense tickling the rest of her body had had. Emma couldn’t believe how sensitive they were as she shook her head violently from side to side. This was the last bit of tickling Linda managed to do before Emma passed out.
Linda untied Emma and took her up to bed to let her rest before the rest of the family returned to catch her in the act.
An hour later Linda heard Emma stirring in the bedroom and she went into Emma’s bedroom and closed the door behind her so that no one else could hear them. Linda smiled at Emma and said, “Well did you enjoy that then?” as she poked her in the ribs gently. Emma ignored the poke and pretended that it didn’t tickle. So Linda grabbed Emma by both of her sides and tickled until Emma said, “Ok, ok, yes I did. Is that what you want to hear? I hope you’re happy now. This is so embarrassing for me you know. You know my biggest secret and I’m scared you will use it against me.”
“Awh come on Emma, no I wont, lets just say whenever you wana have some harmless tickle fun you know where to come. That ok?”
Emma was a bit hesitant, “Well….erm…I don’t know.”
Linda then pushed Emma down on the bed and began tickling in the hollow again just above her hip. Emma started laughing instantly and said, “Yes that’s fine hahahahaha.How do you do that?”
“Do what?” Linda asked as she carried on tickling Emma.
“hehehahaha know the exact spot that gets me every time hahahahaha?”
Linda stopped the tickling and replied, “Well you see Emma that’s part of my job description as an aunty-to torment and tickle whenever possible and always remember where all the weak spots are! haha!”
“Oh haha very funny!” Emma said as she headed downstairs for her tea.
It was a hot summer’s day and Emma was spread out on a sun-lounger trying to make the most of the good weather. She was in a daydream and was totally unaware of what was going on around her when all of a sudden she felt someone poke at her right side. As usual she tried not to make it obvious that it tickled, so she reached for a magazine, which was to her left, and began to read her horoscope. A few minutes had passed so she thought her plan of not reacting had worked. But then someone poked her left side and Emma had to take a sharp intake of breath to avoid laughter. She then moved her arms down by her sides so that whoever was tickling her wouldn’t be able to have easy access to her sensitive area again. Then the tickler spoke, “Do you really think that will stop me?”
Emma knew straight away who it was, it was her aunty Linda. So she replied, “I should have guessed it was you!” As ever since Emma was a little girl her aunty Linda always used to torment her by tickling her and even as the years went by Emma’s aunty Linda knew where all her most ticklish spots where.
Emma paused for a while and then replied, “Probably not. Where’s Dan gone?”
Dan was Emma’s younger brother, she knew where he was but she just had to change the subject somehow.
Linda then replied with a sly grin, “He’s out and so is everyone else, so it’s just the two of us now. And seen as we’ve not seen each other for a while I thought we could catch up for a while. What do you think?”
Emma was a little hesitant as she wasn’t quite sure what he aunty Linda meant, but answered, “Yeah sure, I wanna get a drink first do you want one?”
Linda answered, “Yes please, I’ll have tea. Thanks.”
Emma thought she had managed to get out of that one, but really Linda was secretly planning to torment her niece whilst she had the chance. By asking Emma to make her a cup of tea would buy her enough time to get things ready. For example, tying rope to each end of the sun lounger so that it would be ready for her to tie up Emma easily.
When Emma came out she was still unaware of what her aunty was planning, and she went and sat next to her aunty on the sun lounger. Then just as she had sat down, Linda said to Emma, “Well aren’t you gonna give your aunty Linda one of your special hugs then seen as it’s been so long since I saw you last?!”
Emma was very fond of her aunty Linda and always used to hug her when she was little, but as she grew older she began to hug her a lot less because it would usually mean that that she would be tickled with no way of escaping. Emma’s aunty Linda was right it had been a long time since they had last hugged, so long in fact that Emma forgot how crafty her aunty could be in order to tickle her. And it wasn’t until her aunty Linda was hugging her tightly that Emma remembered what was going to happen next. Emma let out a huge gasp and tried to move her arms by her sides in order to protect them from a tickle attack. But it was just impossible for Emma to move, her aunty Linda had got hold of her tightly. And in response to Emma’s struggle her aunty Linda said, “Ha ha. I thought you had forgotten what our special hugs were and now I think it’s obvious that you had forgotten up until now that is, but now it’s too late Emma. Ha ha I’ve got you know!”
With that Linda lifted Emma’s arms above her head and tied them to the sun lounger.
“What are you doing? I don’t recall you tying me up. Oh please Linda, I beg you please don’t, I don’t like it anymore,” protested Emma.
“Awh well Emma, you see you’re a lot older now and a lot stronger than you used to be so I have to restrain you somehow so that you don’t escape from me, because I know that you are prone to that! And don’t you say that you don’t like it, I’ve seen the look in your eye that tells me deep down you love it really. And if you’re still adamant that you don’t you will just have to prove it to me then won’t you and I won’t stop tickling you until you admit that you’re wrong.”
By the time Linda had finished talking she had tied Emma to both ends of the sun lounger which allowed Emma very little movement. Then Linda held her fingers in the air, ready to pounce onto Emma’s tummy and asked her, “Are you ready for this? Come on work with me Emma, you used to love this!”
Emma refused to look at her, just in case she started laughing. Emma knew that her aunty was right, and that deep down she did enjoy the tickling but didn’t like to admit it as she didn’t know what Linda’s reaction would be and it would probably mean total torment for the rest of her life and she didn’t want that.
Whenever Emma used to get tickled she used to see how long she could last before she started laughing as she used to pretend that she wasn’t ticklish. And now Emma wasn’t going to change her strategy as usually the tickling only lasted 5 to 10 minutes and she knew she could put up with that.
So Linda slowly began spider tickling Emma’s tummy, which was one of her ticklish spots. Emma’s breathing began to get quicker and quicker and she tried to stifle her laughter. Then Linda changed tactic and went up to her under her arms. This wasn’t particularly a ticklish area for Emma so she felt she could relax for a bit. But Linda slowly progressed into Emma’s pits an area where Emma is rarely tickled, but can be quite ticklish dependant upon the technique used. And of course Emma’s aunty Linda knew the technique well but decided to play dumb for a bit in order to catch Emma off guard. But she thought she’d save that for the grand finale when Emma’s ticklish would be at an all time high.
So Linda let her long fingernails dance gently down to Emma’s knees where she began to gently knead, which caused Emma’s knees to twitch uncontrollably due to the ticklish sensations running through her legs. Despite how much Linda’s touches were ticklish agony for Emma, she was enjoying the fact that she was able to control her laughter, although she was as red as a beetroot and was wearing a constant grin.
Linda then tormented Emma by saying, “I know you’re enjoying this and you’re dying to laugh, so I think I will just help you along the way slightly because I’m bored of being gentle with you, now it’s time for some serious tickling!”
Without further ado Linda dived straight to Emma’s sides, the hollow just above her hipbone and as soon as Linda made the first contact with her skin there Emma was bucking trying to escape from her aunt’s tickling fingers. But there was no escape for Emma now. Emma was trying to stay focused, but it was very difficult when her aunty Linda kept saying, “Come on Emma laugh for aunty Linda, come on tickle tickle tickle!”
Then Emma completely lost it as Linda dug her nails in faster and deeper into the hollow:
“AAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAANOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE!”
“Ah that’s what I like to hear, you might as well let it all out now. Ha ha!”
about 5 minutes had passed by this stage and Linda was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Linda then made her way down to Emma’s feet stopping off at her thighs and knees again along the way.
Emma couldn’t control her laughter anymore, the floodgates had opened and there was no going back!
“HAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHEHEHEHEHHEHENNNNNOOOOOHOHOHOHOHONNNOOOTTTHAHHAHAHAMMMYYYHEHEHHEHEFEEEHEHEHHEHEHTYYYYOOOUUUUPROHOHOHMISSSEDHEHEHNEHEHEHEVAHAHAHTTTOOHOHOHOHGGGOOGOGOHOHOHTTTHEHEHEHRREEHEHEHEHHAHAHA!!”
“Yes I know I promised to never tickle your feet, but then you were just a little girl, now you’re old enough to handle it I think.”
“nnnohohohoho!”
and with that Linda sat in level with Emma’s feet, and pulled back her toes, which Emma were scrunching up already. Linda slowly dragged her fingernails down then up Emma’s left foot, as Emma was lost in hysterical laughter. She then repeated the same sequences on Emma’s right foot.
As time seemed to be passing quickly by, well for Linda it was, she knew she had to get a move on so she speeded up her tickling technique. As she scratched both arcs of Emma’s feet at the same time so that the ticklish sensations would become unbearable for her and make the rest of her body more sensitive to tickling than it already was.
So Linda went straight back up to Emma’s tummy and poked and prodded about there for a while as Emma was trying to escape with the little strength she had left in her. But Linda only made things harder for her as whichever tickling hand Emma would squirm away from Linda would always be ready to tickle the side which Emma had forgotten about.
Linda began to pity Emma as she could see that she was beginning to tired very rapidly, so Linda didn’t waste anymore time and went straight back to Emma’s armpits again. Which were of course as sensitive as ever now due to the intense tickling the rest of her body had had. Emma couldn’t believe how sensitive they were as she shook her head violently from side to side. This was the last bit of tickling Linda managed to do before Emma passed out.
Linda untied Emma and took her up to bed to let her rest before the rest of the family returned to catch her in the act.
An hour later Linda heard Emma stirring in the bedroom and she went into Emma’s bedroom and closed the door behind her so that no one else could hear them. Linda smiled at Emma and said, “Well did you enjoy that then?” as she poked her in the ribs gently. Emma ignored the poke and pretended that it didn’t tickle. So Linda grabbed Emma by both of her sides and tickled until Emma said, “Ok, ok, yes I did. Is that what you want to hear? I hope you’re happy now. This is so embarrassing for me you know. You know my biggest secret and I’m scared you will use it against me.”
“Awh come on Emma, no I wont, lets just say whenever you wana have some harmless tickle fun you know where to come. That ok?”
Emma was a bit hesitant, “Well….erm…I don’t know.”
Linda then pushed Emma down on the bed and began tickling in the hollow again just above her hip. Emma started laughing instantly and said, “Yes that’s fine hahahahaha.How do you do that?”
“Do what?” Linda asked as she carried on tickling Emma.
“hehehahaha know the exact spot that gets me every time hahahahaha?”
Linda stopped the tickling and replied, “Well you see Emma that’s part of my job description as an aunty-to torment and tickle whenever possible and always remember where all the weak spots are! haha!”
“Oh haha very funny!” Emma said as she headed downstairs for her tea.
