This happened just tonight. This is also a genuinely enjoyable story because its based on good clean tickling fun.
Some small back history - I'm 50 and have been married for 20 years now. My wife is the oldest of four, so when we got married, my sister-in-laws and brother-in-law were just teenagers in junior high and high school. Laura (the SIL of focus in this story) has always been very close to me, always saw me as the 'old man' in the family only because someone at 14 years old typically sees someone at 30 as old. And to make matters even more fun, Laura was always my tickle victim, not because I tracked her down for a good tickling but because she actually liked to be tickled and always teased me into it, all in good fun.
Anyway, she called me tonight asking for dating advice about her current bf. Apparently I've become an object of angst with him because Laura told him a few weeks ago that his tickling technique was terrible and that he needed a lesson in Tickling 101 from her BIL, meaning me, evil grin ; ) Unfortunately we live 1700 miles away so I couldn't provide any in-patient care (figures) so the conversation steered towards a few memorable tickle attacks of the past.
On to the story - She asked me if I remembered when she grabbed my wedding band and ran off with it refusing to give it back. Silly girl I said to her, of course I remember (she was 19 at the time). My FIL and I were working on his car and I always take off any jewelry while working on an engine. Anyway, she managed to get my tickle-on by making me track her down throughout the house with me typically yelling out 'you do know what's going to happen when I find you don't you'. Cornered! I caught her trapped at the end of the hallway when she blew her cover by dashing across the hall from one bedroom to another thinking I wasn't looking. The begging started almost instantly.
Laura was a 'drop and laugh' type ticklee, so when she knew it was coming, she would just drop to the floor and start laughing and begging while pleading her case. 'Please! PLEASE! I didn't break anything, its not like I broke any laws!' That was enough. I grabbed one ankle and brought it waste-high while standing over her. Off came the shoe. Off came the sock. And off to the races we went. Laura could not stand to have her feet touched and went bonkers whenever anyone came close, but touch them I did anyway. I started by writing 'you have been very bad' with my index finger right in the dead center of her bare foot. The laughter was deafening. 'Noooooooaaahhahhaahhaaahaaa! Naaahaa no writing don't writehahaaahhaaaaaaahhahahaha! Next were a few purposely meaningless tickle taunts like 'can you feel this' and 'does this tickle when I touch your foot here'. Taunting is an absolute favorite of mine, definitely enhances the tickling. On to the toes I went. First a few piggy comments, pulling, wiggling this toe and that, fingers slipping in and out of various toes just to run the course, soft fingertip tickles on the tops of her toes to fingernail drags across the bottoms of her toes, back and forth I went about my business. 'David stophophoaahayaahaaahaaa! I'm losing it I'm loooosiniahhaaahhaaa staaahaaap!
Our tickle episodes would typically last about 5-10 mins and so I ended it, me smiling down on her still giggling sweating face. 'Ask me if I'm done tickling you' I said to her (I always made her ask when I was done). 'Are you done tickling my toes' she half-asked half-giggled. 'I'm done' I said and let her lifeless leg drop to the floor.
Can you believe it, my mid 30s SIL is telling someone shes dating that I'm her family tickler and that they need to improve their tickling according to my level of torture!
Anyway, that's the story (among dozens), hope you enjoyed it : )
Some small back history - I'm 50 and have been married for 20 years now. My wife is the oldest of four, so when we got married, my sister-in-laws and brother-in-law were just teenagers in junior high and high school. Laura (the SIL of focus in this story) has always been very close to me, always saw me as the 'old man' in the family only because someone at 14 years old typically sees someone at 30 as old. And to make matters even more fun, Laura was always my tickle victim, not because I tracked her down for a good tickling but because she actually liked to be tickled and always teased me into it, all in good fun.
Anyway, she called me tonight asking for dating advice about her current bf. Apparently I've become an object of angst with him because Laura told him a few weeks ago that his tickling technique was terrible and that he needed a lesson in Tickling 101 from her BIL, meaning me, evil grin ; ) Unfortunately we live 1700 miles away so I couldn't provide any in-patient care (figures) so the conversation steered towards a few memorable tickle attacks of the past.
On to the story - She asked me if I remembered when she grabbed my wedding band and ran off with it refusing to give it back. Silly girl I said to her, of course I remember (she was 19 at the time). My FIL and I were working on his car and I always take off any jewelry while working on an engine. Anyway, she managed to get my tickle-on by making me track her down throughout the house with me typically yelling out 'you do know what's going to happen when I find you don't you'. Cornered! I caught her trapped at the end of the hallway when she blew her cover by dashing across the hall from one bedroom to another thinking I wasn't looking. The begging started almost instantly.
Laura was a 'drop and laugh' type ticklee, so when she knew it was coming, she would just drop to the floor and start laughing and begging while pleading her case. 'Please! PLEASE! I didn't break anything, its not like I broke any laws!' That was enough. I grabbed one ankle and brought it waste-high while standing over her. Off came the shoe. Off came the sock. And off to the races we went. Laura could not stand to have her feet touched and went bonkers whenever anyone came close, but touch them I did anyway. I started by writing 'you have been very bad' with my index finger right in the dead center of her bare foot. The laughter was deafening. 'Noooooooaaahhahhaahhaaahaaa! Naaahaa no writing don't writehahaaahhaaaaaaahhahahaha! Next were a few purposely meaningless tickle taunts like 'can you feel this' and 'does this tickle when I touch your foot here'. Taunting is an absolute favorite of mine, definitely enhances the tickling. On to the toes I went. First a few piggy comments, pulling, wiggling this toe and that, fingers slipping in and out of various toes just to run the course, soft fingertip tickles on the tops of her toes to fingernail drags across the bottoms of her toes, back and forth I went about my business. 'David stophophoaahayaahaaahaaa! I'm losing it I'm loooosiniahhaaahhaaa staaahaaap!
Our tickle episodes would typically last about 5-10 mins and so I ended it, me smiling down on her still giggling sweating face. 'Ask me if I'm done tickling you' I said to her (I always made her ask when I was done). 'Are you done tickling my toes' she half-asked half-giggled. 'I'm done' I said and let her lifeless leg drop to the floor.
Can you believe it, my mid 30s SIL is telling someone shes dating that I'm her family tickler and that they need to improve their tickling according to my level of torture!
Anyway, that's the story (among dozens), hope you enjoyed it : )
