Date: Wed, 26 May 1999 21:33:55 +0000 From: Jason Jamison Subject: Tickle Punishment I want to preface this story by emphasizing that it is pure fantasy. It never happened and never will. Thank you. Tickle Punishment by Jason Jamison "Ok, asshole; where you been?" "Out", he says. "Out, where. You should have been home two hours ago. Get your ass upstairs "Mr. Out"; your gonna get it." Since his mother died I don't know what to do with this kid anymore. I smacked his ass, I've grounded him, taken his computer away for a week and nothing worked. But then I tried something new that really got his attention--tickling!!! He hates tickling and he is very ticklish too (as most boys that age are) so my job as a single parent had become a lot easier. However, lately he had been getting sassy and not doing anything I told him to and I guess he had forgotten so it was time for another reminder of what happens when he disobeys. "What for?" "For not coming home when I told you to smart ass, now get upstairs." His attitude started to change. "I'm sorry, ok? I won't do it again." "Too late. GET UPSTAIRS NOW!" "Daddy please, I promise I'll be good. I'll do everything you tell me to. PLEASE!!!" "No way out dude. You been getting away with too much lately and it's time you and I had another one of our sessions SO GET UPSTAIRS NOW!" Defeated he starts up the stairs whimpering like a baby. "Aw come on daddy, please don't tickle me." "Aw come on daddy", I repeat in a mocking tone. "Shut up and get in your room." He enters his room like a prisoner on his way to be executed (like I am going to kill him) and I'm right behind him. "You remember the routine. Get undressed", I order, "and lay down on your bed NAKED face up." He slowly takes off his shirt, then his pants and underwear and lays down on the bed. I grab his feet and pull his shoes and socks off rather roughly; "You forgot your shoes and socks", I barked. "As I recall, that's where you are most ticklish, isn't it?" He doesn't answer--he is doomed. Naturally, he won't lay still for his tickling punisment (I can't blame him) so I tie his feet and hands to the head and foot boards of the bed with some old neckties. It wouldn't hold him down for an indefinite period of time but for it will do for the next 20 minutes which is how long he will be tickled. "There, now you look pretty pathetic." He was spread eagle and naked laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. "Ok sonny boy--you get 20 minutes of my finger running up and down your skinny little body and brother I am going to really make your squirm." I see him shudder at just the thought. "Twenty minutes--come on daddy; I can't stand that." He is close to tears at this point. "Don't worry, when you get out of breath, I'll give you a second or two to catch up." I reach over and set the timer for 20 minutes and it starts to tick very slowly. Tick, tick, tickle, tickle, tick, tick. I started at his foot and slowly ran my finger up the sole and he stiffens trying to be the brave little soldier and stifles his laughter. I took my finger and ran it up the sole of his other foot; still he refuses to laugh but I know it won't take too long. "Think your pretty tough, huh? You'll be laughing soon enough." I take all my fingers on my right hand and start moving them around the bottom of his foot, ever so gently. "Mmmfffff", is the response I get now--he is starting to lose control. I change feet and move all my fingers over his other foot as before just ever so lightly. "Mmmmffff", another muffled laugh. "Doesn't that tickle", I ask coyly. "Not haaa really hmmmm", he responds trying to talk without laughing. "Well, how about this--does this tickle?", and with that I move all 10 fingers over the soles of both his feet at the same time. "AAHHHHH, stop!" "Does that tickle?", I ask. "Yes, stop, AAHHHH, yes it tickles. Stop!!" He is starting to wiggle to get free of his bonds. He starts wiggling his feet and toes trying to get away from the agony I am inflicting but he's tied pretty tight so he ain't going no where and I keep right on caressing those very sensitive little soles. "No way dude. You got 15 minutes left." Tick, tick, tick, tickle, tickle, tick. "Please stop daddy. I promise I will do everything you tell me; AAAAAHHHHHHH!! HAHAHAHA. Please don't anymore." "Ok jerk, breathe. Maybe next time you'll think twice before acting stupid." I give him a minute or two and then extend all my fingers on both hands and move them over his body just above the surface of his skin and he starts to squirm. "AAHHHHHHH." "Shut up dope. I ain't even touching you yet." Now I start at the heel of his left foot and slowly move my finger up to his toes and then up the outside of his leg and continue up his body to his arm pit and just tease it with my finger. "AAAAAHHHHHH, stop. Please stop." He's really straining to get away now but he's still tied nice and tight and I don't say anything; I just keep going about my business. I stop tickling his arm pit and move my instrument of torture up over his neck, over his ear, over the top of his head and start down the other side, hesitating briefly at his ear giving that a soft tickle. He moves his head to the side to try and stop me letting out a squeal. I continue moving my finger down his neck, over his shoulder and then stop at his other arm pit, again teasing it so gently (you guys know what I mean) just barely brushing the skin. "Daddy stop. AAAHHHHHH! I'm gonna pee if you don't stop. HAHAHAHA. Stop." "Oh, shit. I knew there was something I forgot. Damn. Oh, well; you'll just have to pee the bed but just to keep the mess down--", I picked up his underwear and threw it over his little dick. "There, at least you won't be streaming pee all over the place." I played for a while with his arm pit and continued moving down his side, over his hip, down the outside of his leg and towards his foot for my finger's final destination for this phase of his tickling. He could see what was coming and started to wiggle even harder to try to get away, writhing and laughing pretty loud now but to no avail. My finger reached the sole of his foot and I ran it up and down very softly--once, twice and again. "AAAAAHHHHHHH." His body was writhing and his foot was twitching trying desparately to get away from my finger. I let the kid get his breath again. "Daddy, please stop. PLEASE. Please don't tickle me anymore. I gotta pee; I'm gonna pee." Sure enough he was peeing but his underwear soaked up the mess. "Gee, next time you act up, be sure to the bathroom first", I said cheerfully. "Five more minutes boy. You got five minutes left on the timer." With that I picked up the timer and showed it to him. "See, only five more minutes." He was mad now and starting straining with all his might to get away. Tick, tick, tick, tickle, tickle, tick, tick. I started back on his left foot again with my finger running it up and down--again and once more and then I started up the inside of his leg heading right for his little dick and balls. I pulled his pee soaked underpants off of him and threw them on the floor exposing his most ticklish area--his privates!!! Oh, yes; his privates were the meanest place on his body for tickling and now he knew it was coming. My finger moved even slower up the inside of his leg and in so doing, his left nut contracted and his little dick sprang straight up in the air. "NNOOOOOOOOO! NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAHHHHHHHH! Daddy don't tickle me there. PLEASE! PLEASE!" I finally reached his hairless boy balls which were nice and tight up against his body and I was even more gentle tickling these prize jewels which made the agony even worse. My finger moved back and forth over his balls just hardly touching them and then up the shaft and around his little stiff 3 inch peepee head and back to his ball sack again. "HAHAHAHAHAHA. Don't--stop--oh please don't. STOP! AAAAAAHHHHHHH." He was screaming like a little girl now. I decided to move on as he was really getting out of breath and so my finger continued down the inside of his other leg. I watched as his right nut contracted to my touch about mid-thigh and when I got to his foot I pulled out all the stops as I knew the timer would ding any minute and using both hands ran my fingers up and down over and over again on both feet from his heels right up to his toes. Man, he was in agony. DING! He was panting pretty hard but finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok, dummy. Your time is up for now but you start goofing off again and the next time you will spend 1/2 hour tied up getting the shit tickled out of you." I reached over and started to untie his arms. "Daddy?" "What?" "Would you tickle my feet some more?"