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This is purely fictional and the main characters are both over 18.
Linda Goodall was feeling nervous. A strange thing given that as the headmistress of her local senior school and as a prominent town council member, nervousness wasn’t something Linda was accustomed to.
Today was different however. As she took a moment to sit on her bed and sip her coffee, she reflected back on the events of two months ago when one of her students had tickled her almost to death in the school library whilst officially in detention.
The bizarre twist to that event was that Linda had actually enjoyed it; so much so that she waived what would have been a heavy punishment for the student concerned.
What shocked Linda most of all is that as a 55 year old woman who is used to being seen by adults and children alike as a somewhat stern, authority figure; on that day in question, her authority had been stripped away (as had most of her clothing) and she’d been reduced to pleading for mercy through a torrent of laughter and screaming.
But perhaps even more shocking was that she agreed to go through the whole ordeal again – today in fact! In the quiet moments since the day of her tickle torture, she’d often half fantasised about repeating the event and being at the mercy of her young captor.
So yes, this moment was about feeling nervous – and excited. It wasn’t that she particularly enjoyed being tickled – it was more the powerful feeling of being at the mercy of someone who within life’s hierarchy was beneath her.
Arranging today had been easy enough. She’d simply asked that Bobby, the quiet, softly spoken teenager who by pure chance had been given a detention for a minor misdemeanour back on ‘that day’, come to see her in her office on the pretence of discussing a potential college application.
During that meeting, she’d used very formal language to explain that she’d like to have another ‘detention’ experience and that he should visit her home at the address written on the scrunched up bit of paper she gave him.
And now the day was here. It was 11am. Linda was dressed in a rather heavy looking navy coloured dress that was wide at the neck but that flowed all the way down to her ankles.
Her shoulder length brown hair was pulled into a neat but wobbly bun. She was well-made but her height compensated.
She hesitated for a moment when picking up her lipstick. She didn’t want to send the wrong signals. Inviting a student to tickle her was one thing but red lipstick could convey all sorts of messages. She placed it back on her dresser just at the doorbell rang. Bobby had arrived.
Linda walked purposely down the stairs, her heart racing but the rational part of her mind suddenly inventing new restrictions – she wanted to be in some measure of control.
“Hello Miss” said Bobby as soon as the door opened. He smiled calmly as Linda returned the greeting. “Morning Bobby. Come on in.”
Bobby stepped into the entrance as Linda closed the door. For a moment there was an awkward silence. Linda tried to break it by asking some school exam related questions which Bobby dutifully answered.
“Right….well, come this way” said Linda as she clapped her hands together and led the way upstairs to her room.
As they walked into Linda’s bedroom and stood at the foot of the large double bed, Bobby took in the scent of perfume and fresh linen.
“Bobby, strictly speaking – what happened last time in the library shouldn’t….”
“I know miss” interrupted Bobby.
“Yes, well just…..don’t go overboard today. I still need to maintain…..oh Bobby!!!” Linda gasped as Bobby suddenly wrestled her onto the bed, causing her bunned hair to collapse and fall around her shoulders.
“It’s OK Miss, I know what I’m doing.” Said Bobby who was suddenly grinning from ear to ear. Linda said nothing as he eased her further up the bed and straddled her hips.
“Bobby wait a sec……ooooooohhhhhhhhh heheheheheheheehhahahahahahahahaahhaanooooooooooooooostaaaaaaaahhphhpppp!”
Any final chances for a last minute protest were cut short as Bobby began wriggling his fingers all over her ribs and over the top of her soft belly.
“hahahahahahahahahahahahahastooooooppppppppppppppphhhhphahahaBOBBYheheheheheheeeeeWAIThahahahahaooooohhhhhhhnooooooooooStooooooopppppppphahahahahahahahahaha”
Linda desperately tried to mouth some pleas for Bobby to stop but his fingers were scribbling all over her sides, waist and belly, causing Linda to try and kick her legs which were firmly held in place by the sturdy student.
Linda’s arms were frantically waiving around as she sought to contain the waves of tickles from Bobby’s busy fingers.
hahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaahhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaa
As Bobby found a super sensitive spot around her belly button, his fingers planted themselves and scribbled furiously as Linda’s laughter became silent; her eyes shut tight and her mouth wide open but without making a sound as her body bobbed up and down.
Finally the silence was broken by an almighty scream as Bobby’s fingers continued massaging her belly.
Bobby loved seeing his headmistress laughing like a mad woman. Full of confidence, he eased himself off Linda and rolled her onto her front before straddling her legs. Before she could protest, Bobby began tickling the backs of her legs, slowly inching higher toward her thighs.
BOBBYNOOOOOOOOOOOhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaArrrrahhhhhhhhHAHAHAHApleeeeeeehahahahahssssetopppppppppppppphahahahahahahahahahahaBOBhehehehehehestopppppppittttttttttt
As Linda screamed for Bobby to stop tickling her legs, he began inching his hands higher until he reached Linda’s generous inner thighs. By now her dress had ridden up to the point where her red thong was visible as well as her waist.
Bobby dug his fingers into her now bare sides, causing Linda to roll around, screaming into the pillow that her face was buried in. Bobby’s fingers wriggled their way higher toward her ribs, causing the dress to follow the same trajectory. Much of Linda’s back and sides were now exposed and so Bobby tickled every inch of bare flesh from her waist to her ribs, causing Linda’s to bounce frantically up and down in a vain effort to escape.
Bobby caught sight of Linda’s red bra as he eased her dress up higher. He made a split second decision to cease tickling and instead push the dress up high and yank it over the top of her head.
An exhausted Linda was still silently giggling and barely had strength to protest as Bobby now flipped her onto her back from where he was greeted by the sight of her enormous breasts held together by the red lacy bra.
Straddling her again, Bobby now tickled Linda’s bare belly and sides, causing Linda to lapse into other state of helpless laugher Hhhahahahahahahahahahahhhehhhhheeeeeeestoooooppppppppppppppppphahahahhabobbbbbbbbbynoooooooooooooooooohahahahahahaplllllllleassseeeeehahahstoppppppppp!
Bobby’s fingers darted toward Linda’s armpits and it felt as though the windows might explode. AAAARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONOTTHEREEEEEEEEERRREEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEAASAAAAASEEEEEEOHGODHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHBOBBBYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA….IBEGYOUH…AHAHAHA…IBEGYOU……STOPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!
Seeing his headmistress begging with all her might, Bobby eased his fingers out from Linda’s armpits. While she was panting and still quietly giggling from the tickle after effects, Bobby reached his hands underneath her back and unhooked her bra before pulling it off and revealing her huge breasts.
Linda barely seemed to notice until an involuntary laughing wave bellowed out from her. Ahhhhhhahahahahahhahahahahahhhhhhehehehehehehhehehenoooooooooooooooooooohahahahahahha….not there…hahahhahahahahbobbbbyyyyyyyy….noooooo…pleassssssssseeeeheheheheheh
Bobby was tickling the sides of her breasts which caused Linda to feel sensations she’d never had before. It felt like tickle torture for sure and yet she didn’t want it to end, despite the fact that she was begging for it to stop.
BOBBBBBBYYYYYYYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHNOOOOOOOO…TOOOOOOHAHAHAMUCH!!!!!!
Bobby’s fingers then began a decent down Linda’s mostly naked body. They still tickled all the way as they scribbled over her ribs, down her sides, over and across her belly and then to her inner thighs which brought about an ear splitting scream.
OOOOHHHMYGOODDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHASTOPSTOPSTOPAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHNONONONONOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Bobby watched has Linda tried everything to wriggle herself free; her huge breasts bouncing around like jellies.
Bobby himself was having the time of his life. But then he stopped. His fingers were aching and so without a word he removed his fingers and just watched as his headmistress lay red faced, sweating and panting and yet with an involuntary smile plastered to her face.
Bobby fetched some water and handed it to Linda who by now was coming to her senses.
“Thankyou” was all she said as she say up and gulped down the water. She was still only wearing her thong and had barely seemed to notice.
Bobby was about to say something but then Linda’s phone rang. She set the glass of water on her bedside table, pushed some of the hair that was plastered to her face away, and answered the phone.
“Hello Linda speaking” she said in her well known professional voice.
“Oh Hi Rob. Nope, I’m afraid I’m not at the school today. What’s the problem?”
Bobby listened as a conversation began to unfold about some sort of school matter and decided to have a final bit of fun. He eased himself behind Linda who was listening intently to the speaker on the call and then she herself began to answer.
At this moment, Bobby began slowly running his fingers gently over her ribs and up under her breasts. Linda desperately tried to form her words correctly but kept stumbling over them as she tried to stifle a giggle.
When it was her turn to listen to the speaker again, Bobby pulled her slowly onto her back despite her frantically shaking her head and mouthing ‘NOOO’.
As the speaker continued, Bobby straddled her and drew circles with his fingers around her belly, causing Linda to squirm and squeeze her eyes shut. Bobby moved his fingers toward her inner thighs and tickled lightly, causing Linda to put a hand in her mouth to avoid an impending scream.
The speaker was still rambling on and yet all Linda could do was offer the occasional ‘yesss’ through gritted teeth as Bobby’s fingers played with her inner thighs. At one point he inched one of his fingers slightly under the material of Linda’s thong, causing a yelp which Linda vainly tried to disguise as a cough.
Bobby placed all his fingers back on Linda’s bare sides and just let them slowly linger, albeit with the occasional squeeze; enough for Linda to silently giggle whilst at the same time trying keep up with the conversation.
“S-sorry Rob….I’ll have to c-call you back” managed Linda as Bobby’s fingers brushed slowly over her ribs.
HAHAHAHABBOBBYYY!!!!!!
And then he stopped.
“So tell me Miss, do you feel sufficiently tickled to death?” asked Bobby with a slight smile.
Linda sighed and reached for her bra. “I think you know the answer to that.” After clipping on her bra, she stood up off the bed and placed her dress back on over her head.
“I think it’s safe to say that I need a shower and that I’ll have sore ribs for a few days. Bobby, my feet were untouched this time…..was there a reason for that?”
Bobby was almost apologetic. “Sorry, Miss. I was so busy with everything else and well….my fingers just ache.”
Linda managed to slight smile. “Well, perhaps next time?” Bobby understood what that meant. And there certainly will be a next time 😊
Linda Goodall was feeling nervous. A strange thing given that as the headmistress of her local senior school and as a prominent town council member, nervousness wasn’t something Linda was accustomed to.
Today was different however. As she took a moment to sit on her bed and sip her coffee, she reflected back on the events of two months ago when one of her students had tickled her almost to death in the school library whilst officially in detention.
The bizarre twist to that event was that Linda had actually enjoyed it; so much so that she waived what would have been a heavy punishment for the student concerned.
What shocked Linda most of all is that as a 55 year old woman who is used to being seen by adults and children alike as a somewhat stern, authority figure; on that day in question, her authority had been stripped away (as had most of her clothing) and she’d been reduced to pleading for mercy through a torrent of laughter and screaming.
But perhaps even more shocking was that she agreed to go through the whole ordeal again – today in fact! In the quiet moments since the day of her tickle torture, she’d often half fantasised about repeating the event and being at the mercy of her young captor.
So yes, this moment was about feeling nervous – and excited. It wasn’t that she particularly enjoyed being tickled – it was more the powerful feeling of being at the mercy of someone who within life’s hierarchy was beneath her.
Arranging today had been easy enough. She’d simply asked that Bobby, the quiet, softly spoken teenager who by pure chance had been given a detention for a minor misdemeanour back on ‘that day’, come to see her in her office on the pretence of discussing a potential college application.
During that meeting, she’d used very formal language to explain that she’d like to have another ‘detention’ experience and that he should visit her home at the address written on the scrunched up bit of paper she gave him.
And now the day was here. It was 11am. Linda was dressed in a rather heavy looking navy coloured dress that was wide at the neck but that flowed all the way down to her ankles.
Her shoulder length brown hair was pulled into a neat but wobbly bun. She was well-made but her height compensated.
She hesitated for a moment when picking up her lipstick. She didn’t want to send the wrong signals. Inviting a student to tickle her was one thing but red lipstick could convey all sorts of messages. She placed it back on her dresser just at the doorbell rang. Bobby had arrived.
Linda walked purposely down the stairs, her heart racing but the rational part of her mind suddenly inventing new restrictions – she wanted to be in some measure of control.
“Hello Miss” said Bobby as soon as the door opened. He smiled calmly as Linda returned the greeting. “Morning Bobby. Come on in.”
Bobby stepped into the entrance as Linda closed the door. For a moment there was an awkward silence. Linda tried to break it by asking some school exam related questions which Bobby dutifully answered.
“Right….well, come this way” said Linda as she clapped her hands together and led the way upstairs to her room.
As they walked into Linda’s bedroom and stood at the foot of the large double bed, Bobby took in the scent of perfume and fresh linen.
“Bobby, strictly speaking – what happened last time in the library shouldn’t….”
“I know miss” interrupted Bobby.
“Yes, well just…..don’t go overboard today. I still need to maintain…..oh Bobby!!!” Linda gasped as Bobby suddenly wrestled her onto the bed, causing her bunned hair to collapse and fall around her shoulders.
“It’s OK Miss, I know what I’m doing.” Said Bobby who was suddenly grinning from ear to ear. Linda said nothing as he eased her further up the bed and straddled her hips.
“Bobby wait a sec……ooooooohhhhhhhhh heheheheheheheehhahahahahahahahaahhaanooooooooooooooostaaaaaaaahhphhpppp!”
Any final chances for a last minute protest were cut short as Bobby began wriggling his fingers all over her ribs and over the top of her soft belly.
“hahahahahahahahahahahahahastooooooppppppppppppppphhhhphahahaBOBBYheheheheheheeeeeWAIThahahahahaooooohhhhhhhnooooooooooStooooooopppppppphahahahahahahahahaha”
Linda desperately tried to mouth some pleas for Bobby to stop but his fingers were scribbling all over her sides, waist and belly, causing Linda to try and kick her legs which were firmly held in place by the sturdy student.
Linda’s arms were frantically waiving around as she sought to contain the waves of tickles from Bobby’s busy fingers.
hahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaahhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaa
As Bobby found a super sensitive spot around her belly button, his fingers planted themselves and scribbled furiously as Linda’s laughter became silent; her eyes shut tight and her mouth wide open but without making a sound as her body bobbed up and down.
Finally the silence was broken by an almighty scream as Bobby’s fingers continued massaging her belly.
Bobby loved seeing his headmistress laughing like a mad woman. Full of confidence, he eased himself off Linda and rolled her onto her front before straddling her legs. Before she could protest, Bobby began tickling the backs of her legs, slowly inching higher toward her thighs.
BOBBYNOOOOOOOOOOOhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaArrrrahhhhhhhhHAHAHAHApleeeeeeehahahahahssssetopppppppppppppphahahahahahahahahahahaBOBhehehehehehestopppppppittttttttttt
As Linda screamed for Bobby to stop tickling her legs, he began inching his hands higher until he reached Linda’s generous inner thighs. By now her dress had ridden up to the point where her red thong was visible as well as her waist.
Bobby dug his fingers into her now bare sides, causing Linda to roll around, screaming into the pillow that her face was buried in. Bobby’s fingers wriggled their way higher toward her ribs, causing the dress to follow the same trajectory. Much of Linda’s back and sides were now exposed and so Bobby tickled every inch of bare flesh from her waist to her ribs, causing Linda’s to bounce frantically up and down in a vain effort to escape.
Bobby caught sight of Linda’s red bra as he eased her dress up higher. He made a split second decision to cease tickling and instead push the dress up high and yank it over the top of her head.
An exhausted Linda was still silently giggling and barely had strength to protest as Bobby now flipped her onto her back from where he was greeted by the sight of her enormous breasts held together by the red lacy bra.
Straddling her again, Bobby now tickled Linda’s bare belly and sides, causing Linda to lapse into other state of helpless laugher Hhhahahahahahahahahahahhhehhhhheeeeeeestoooooppppppppppppppppphahahahhabobbbbbbbbbynoooooooooooooooooohahahahahahaplllllllleassseeeeehahahstoppppppppp!
Bobby’s fingers darted toward Linda’s armpits and it felt as though the windows might explode. AAAARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONOTTHEREEEEEEEEERRREEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEAASAAAAASEEEEEEOHGODHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHBOBBBYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA….IBEGYOUH…AHAHAHA…IBEGYOU……STOPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!
Seeing his headmistress begging with all her might, Bobby eased his fingers out from Linda’s armpits. While she was panting and still quietly giggling from the tickle after effects, Bobby reached his hands underneath her back and unhooked her bra before pulling it off and revealing her huge breasts.
Linda barely seemed to notice until an involuntary laughing wave bellowed out from her. Ahhhhhhahahahahahhahahahahahhhhhhehehehehehehhehehenoooooooooooooooooooohahahahahahha….not there…hahahhahahahahbobbbbyyyyyyyy….noooooo…pleassssssssseeeeheheheheheh
Bobby was tickling the sides of her breasts which caused Linda to feel sensations she’d never had before. It felt like tickle torture for sure and yet she didn’t want it to end, despite the fact that she was begging for it to stop.
BOBBBBBBYYYYYYYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHNOOOOOOOO…TOOOOOOHAHAHAMUCH!!!!!!
Bobby’s fingers then began a decent down Linda’s mostly naked body. They still tickled all the way as they scribbled over her ribs, down her sides, over and across her belly and then to her inner thighs which brought about an ear splitting scream.
OOOOHHHMYGOODDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHASTOPSTOPSTOPAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHNONONONONOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Bobby watched has Linda tried everything to wriggle herself free; her huge breasts bouncing around like jellies.
Bobby himself was having the time of his life. But then he stopped. His fingers were aching and so without a word he removed his fingers and just watched as his headmistress lay red faced, sweating and panting and yet with an involuntary smile plastered to her face.
Bobby fetched some water and handed it to Linda who by now was coming to her senses.
“Thankyou” was all she said as she say up and gulped down the water. She was still only wearing her thong and had barely seemed to notice.
Bobby was about to say something but then Linda’s phone rang. She set the glass of water on her bedside table, pushed some of the hair that was plastered to her face away, and answered the phone.
“Hello Linda speaking” she said in her well known professional voice.
“Oh Hi Rob. Nope, I’m afraid I’m not at the school today. What’s the problem?”
Bobby listened as a conversation began to unfold about some sort of school matter and decided to have a final bit of fun. He eased himself behind Linda who was listening intently to the speaker on the call and then she herself began to answer.
At this moment, Bobby began slowly running his fingers gently over her ribs and up under her breasts. Linda desperately tried to form her words correctly but kept stumbling over them as she tried to stifle a giggle.
When it was her turn to listen to the speaker again, Bobby pulled her slowly onto her back despite her frantically shaking her head and mouthing ‘NOOO’.
As the speaker continued, Bobby straddled her and drew circles with his fingers around her belly, causing Linda to squirm and squeeze her eyes shut. Bobby moved his fingers toward her inner thighs and tickled lightly, causing Linda to put a hand in her mouth to avoid an impending scream.
The speaker was still rambling on and yet all Linda could do was offer the occasional ‘yesss’ through gritted teeth as Bobby’s fingers played with her inner thighs. At one point he inched one of his fingers slightly under the material of Linda’s thong, causing a yelp which Linda vainly tried to disguise as a cough.
Bobby placed all his fingers back on Linda’s bare sides and just let them slowly linger, albeit with the occasional squeeze; enough for Linda to silently giggle whilst at the same time trying keep up with the conversation.
“S-sorry Rob….I’ll have to c-call you back” managed Linda as Bobby’s fingers brushed slowly over her ribs.
HAHAHAHABBOBBYYY!!!!!!
And then he stopped.
“So tell me Miss, do you feel sufficiently tickled to death?” asked Bobby with a slight smile.
Linda sighed and reached for her bra. “I think you know the answer to that.” After clipping on her bra, she stood up off the bed and placed her dress back on over her head.
“I think it’s safe to say that I need a shower and that I’ll have sore ribs for a few days. Bobby, my feet were untouched this time…..was there a reason for that?”
Bobby was almost apologetic. “Sorry, Miss. I was so busy with everything else and well….my fingers just ache.”
Linda managed to slight smile. “Well, perhaps next time?” Bobby understood what that meant. And there certainly will be a next time 😊
