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(1000 Post!) Tickle Street: "Emily, report to the Dean's Office!"
THis chapter stars, Emily!
Emily: Fiery red-head with dazzling green eyes. She loves getting in trouble and living on the edge. A bit of a mischief maker, and watch out for her super-ticklish toes!!
Another week of dragged out college life, and Emily thirsted for some kind of trouble. She didn't exactly care what kind of trouble, she just needed something eventful in this boring college.
First period had just begun, and her math teacher, Mr. Davis droned on and on about the most boring things possible. Emily sat in her desk, barely able to keep herself from screaming or falling asleep, whichever came first. She wore tight tan khakis and brown open-toed sandals. She also doned a small cute green t-shirt, with white stripes across the chest. She brushed her hands through her long red hair, finally unable to contain herself and dropping her hand right on the desk.
"Emily?" Mr. Davis said, interrupting his lecture.
"What?" She asked groggily, slowly bringing her head up.
"Were you asleep?" Mr. Davis asked.
"Who cares," she replied, dropping her head again, she got some snickers in reply from the class who's attention was focused on her.
"That's it Emily, to the Dean's Office!" Mr. Davis shouted, finally losing his temper. He was an old man, and didn't like dealing with the trouble-making kids.
Emily got out of her chair calmly, looking to all as if she didn't care what-so-ever, and it was right, she didn't care. Only three weeks of college had passed, and she's been to the Dean's office six times, this time would make it lucky seven.
She walked out of the room, wandering down the deserted halls. She already knew by heart the way to the Dean's office. She giggled to herself at this thought.
"Wonder what punishment i get this time, slap on the wrist, or ANOTHER warning," Emily said to herself as she walked down the empty halls. Her footsteps echoed against the relatively clean floors, and finally she had reached it, the Dean's office.
Emily stepped in and took a seat opposite of a big wooden desk. On the other side of the desk, sat the Dean, Mrs. Wilmer.
A relatively young looking lady for her age, with a respectable shape. Those yoga lessons sure paid off. She had brown hair down up into a bun, and wore glasses which balanced on her nose. The glasses weren't the nerdy type, more the exotic type some girls wear just to look good.
Mrs. Wilmer turned her chair around, and looked upon Emily who had now relaxed in the comfortable chair.
"What are you doing in here, AGAIN Emily??" Mrs. Wilmer asked exhuastedly.
"I fell asleep in class." Emily replied cooly, twirling a lock of red-hair on her finger.
"This is your seventh visit to me already this year Emily, i want it to stop now!" Mrs. Wilmer exclaimed, scooting her chair closer to the desk.
"Hmmm....i dunno...i'll definitely think about it though." Emily grinned.
"Not this time! This time you're gonna have to learn a lesson!" Mrs. Wilmer said sternly, gazing deeply at Emily.
"Okay okay, what's my punishment?" Emily asked, wanting to end this quickly.
"Well nothing else has worked so far...but there is one more...technique...i'd like to try on you." Mrs. Wilmer pondered to herself.
"Sure take a shot at it, won't work though." Emily told her.
"We'll see." Mrs. Wilmer replied, smiling to herself.
"Come, take a seat in my chair," Mrs. Wilmer said in a sudden friendly tone, getting up and sitting Emily in her comfy revolving chair with armrests.
"Well gee thanks! I'm cured, i'll be good from now on!" Emily exclaimed sarcastically.
Mrs. Wilmer paid no attention though, as she scrummaged through her small closet of books and other school supplies for something important.
She then finally found it, a thick roll of masking tape.
"Put your arms on the armrests Emily," Mrs. Wilmer instructed, and Emily followed the orders. Just as she put her arms down, Mrs. Wilmer began wrapping the tape around her forearm and the armrest.
"What are you doing??" Emily asked surprised, but before she realized it, Mrs. Wilmer had firmly taped both forearms flatly to the armrests.
Emily tugged, but Mrs. Wilmer used a lot of tape, and she couldn't budge her arms a bit.
"What the hell?!" Emily asked again, getting angry.
"This is part of your punishment, and hopefully will transform you into a better student." Mrs. Wilmer exclaimed.
Mrs. Wilmer then pushed the revolving chair back a bit, and sat on Emily's lap.
Emily had a look of pure confusion on her face, as the Dean began to pull her shirt up, and flip it over her head, revealing her flawless skin, flat tummy, curvy sides, delicate ribcage, cute little bellybutton, and her well-sized breasts inside a white lacey bra.
"What are you doing?!?!" Emily screamed shrilly.
But Mrs. Wilmer didn't answer, and began to lightly spider her long, red painted nails up and down Emily's firm sides, lightly tickling.
A huge smile began to form on Emily's face, as she struggled to resist thr tickling and giggles which were forthcoming.
"Ss-stoopp!" Emily struggled to yell, as Mrs. Wilmer cotinued lightly fluttering her nails up and down her sides, from were her khaki's began, to her bra line, up and down sooooo softly.
"Mrrrss. W-wilmerr! Heeehehee!!" Emily giggled innocently, holding her head back and fighting the oncoming laughter.
"So i see your a bit ticklish Emily." Mrs. Wilmer said obviously.
"Y-yess!!" Emily struggled to form such a simple word as the giggles wanted to come out more than the words.
"That's perfect, because the punishment for visit number seven..." Mrs. Wilmer slowly brought her mouth to Emily's ear as she whispered the ending of her sentence, "is tickle torture!"
"Nooooo!!" Emily gasped, and was caught off guard as the ten long nails immdeiately dug furiously into her tender sides, poking and prodding, grabbing at the smooth, soft flesh.
"Heeeheheheheeehahahahaahahahaaee!!" Emily's sweet giggles mixed with hearty laughter as Emily's banged her head against the soft chair.
Mrs. Wilmer's fingers greedily explored the young sides, clawing softly up and down, up and down. A portrait of pure delight framed Mrs. Wilmer's face, for as long as she knew it, she loooooved tickling students' and used it as a punishment for the especially bad ones. And Emily was perfect, with such a beautiful body, and sooooo ticklish!!
Emily let out a high-pitched squeal and then drowned back into a flood of endless giggles and the fingers began to creep inward onto her flat tummy.
Mrs. Wilmer skittered her nails crazily in all mad angles on Emily's firm to the eye but soft to the touch tummy. As Emily's laughter got more frantic and out of control, Mrs. Wilmer got happier and more excited, she had never tickled anyone this ticklish before!!
She wiggled her fingers even deeper into her sensitive abs, squirming in all directions, and coming ever closer to her innie bellybutton.
Just as Emily's frenzy of laughter had reached a new high as her ticklish tummy was tortured, Mrs. Wilmer slipped a long index finger into her small bellybutton, and wiggled it back and forth immensely, causing Emily to buck crazily in the big chair, as she tugged at the tape furiously. Emily's head was spinning in a whirlwind of intense tickling. Her whole midsection felt like it was on fire, yet giggles and laughter still poured from her mouth. She tried to focus on something in her wandering mind, but with the sensations driving through her body, she just couldn't, all she could think about was the tickling.
Just when Emily thought she would explode, Mrs. Wilmer suddenly stopped, and Emily breathed deeply, sucking down as much air as she could to her desparate lungs.
Suddenly Mrs. Wilmer swung Emily's legs up on the desk, and flipped off her sandals, quickly, leaving her soft, well-pedicured feet bare.
Then Mrs. Wilmer quickly grabbed the thick masking tape again, and repeatedly wrapped it around her ankles to a little rung on the desk, planting her feet tottally immobile on the desk, except of course for her cute little wiggling toes.
Mrs. Wilmer's eyes grew wide at the sight of her beautiful feet, so soft and smooth.
"Your feet are beautiful Emily, and your toes are so cute!" She exclaimed.
Emily figured out where this was leading.
"No! Mrs. Wilmer, please don't tickle my feet!" Emily begged, almost sobbing.
"Sorry Emily, but you have to learn a lesson." Mrs. Wilmer then began lightly gliding the tips of her long nails up and down Emily's smooth soles, causing Emily to erupt into high-pitched laughter. Emily howled at the top of her lungs, laughing insanely, as she wriggled and squirmed in the revolving chair, as Mrs. Wilmer soon switched to scratching her soles with more pressure.
Emily's laughter only intensified, and Emily may have been able to handle this, if Mrs. Wilmer hadn't discovered her worst spot....her toes!
Mrs. Wilmer lightly fluttered her long nails teasingly along Emily's superly sensitive toes, then furiosuly scribbling between them.
"Hahahahhahaahahaaahahahahaahhahhahahhhhhhhhahaahaaaa!!!!!!" Emily burst out with a new level of insane laughter.
Mrs. Wilmer lowered her mouth, and did the unthinkable, she slowly and seductively sucked on each of Emily's hyper ticklish toes, causing Emily to laugh like she never had before.
After five more minutes of the toe tickling, Mrs. Wilmer decided Emily had had enough, and began to undo the tape.
"So, have you learned something today Emily?" Mrs. Wilmer asked as she had finished getting off the tape, and Emily was able to stand again.
"Yes. Never go into the Dean's Office again!" Emily laughed at her own joke, and before Mrs. Wilmer could grab ger for more tickle torture, Emily darted out of the office.
THE END
how'd u like it??
THis chapter stars, Emily!
Emily: Fiery red-head with dazzling green eyes. She loves getting in trouble and living on the edge. A bit of a mischief maker, and watch out for her super-ticklish toes!!
Another week of dragged out college life, and Emily thirsted for some kind of trouble. She didn't exactly care what kind of trouble, she just needed something eventful in this boring college.
First period had just begun, and her math teacher, Mr. Davis droned on and on about the most boring things possible. Emily sat in her desk, barely able to keep herself from screaming or falling asleep, whichever came first. She wore tight tan khakis and brown open-toed sandals. She also doned a small cute green t-shirt, with white stripes across the chest. She brushed her hands through her long red hair, finally unable to contain herself and dropping her hand right on the desk.
"Emily?" Mr. Davis said, interrupting his lecture.
"What?" She asked groggily, slowly bringing her head up.
"Were you asleep?" Mr. Davis asked.
"Who cares," she replied, dropping her head again, she got some snickers in reply from the class who's attention was focused on her.
"That's it Emily, to the Dean's Office!" Mr. Davis shouted, finally losing his temper. He was an old man, and didn't like dealing with the trouble-making kids.
Emily got out of her chair calmly, looking to all as if she didn't care what-so-ever, and it was right, she didn't care. Only three weeks of college had passed, and she's been to the Dean's office six times, this time would make it lucky seven.
She walked out of the room, wandering down the deserted halls. She already knew by heart the way to the Dean's office. She giggled to herself at this thought.
"Wonder what punishment i get this time, slap on the wrist, or ANOTHER warning," Emily said to herself as she walked down the empty halls. Her footsteps echoed against the relatively clean floors, and finally she had reached it, the Dean's office.
Emily stepped in and took a seat opposite of a big wooden desk. On the other side of the desk, sat the Dean, Mrs. Wilmer.
A relatively young looking lady for her age, with a respectable shape. Those yoga lessons sure paid off. She had brown hair down up into a bun, and wore glasses which balanced on her nose. The glasses weren't the nerdy type, more the exotic type some girls wear just to look good.
Mrs. Wilmer turned her chair around, and looked upon Emily who had now relaxed in the comfortable chair.
"What are you doing in here, AGAIN Emily??" Mrs. Wilmer asked exhuastedly.
"I fell asleep in class." Emily replied cooly, twirling a lock of red-hair on her finger.
"This is your seventh visit to me already this year Emily, i want it to stop now!" Mrs. Wilmer exclaimed, scooting her chair closer to the desk.
"Hmmm....i dunno...i'll definitely think about it though." Emily grinned.
"Not this time! This time you're gonna have to learn a lesson!" Mrs. Wilmer said sternly, gazing deeply at Emily.
"Okay okay, what's my punishment?" Emily asked, wanting to end this quickly.
"Well nothing else has worked so far...but there is one more...technique...i'd like to try on you." Mrs. Wilmer pondered to herself.
"Sure take a shot at it, won't work though." Emily told her.
"We'll see." Mrs. Wilmer replied, smiling to herself.
"Come, take a seat in my chair," Mrs. Wilmer said in a sudden friendly tone, getting up and sitting Emily in her comfy revolving chair with armrests.
"Well gee thanks! I'm cured, i'll be good from now on!" Emily exclaimed sarcastically.
Mrs. Wilmer paid no attention though, as she scrummaged through her small closet of books and other school supplies for something important.
She then finally found it, a thick roll of masking tape.
"Put your arms on the armrests Emily," Mrs. Wilmer instructed, and Emily followed the orders. Just as she put her arms down, Mrs. Wilmer began wrapping the tape around her forearm and the armrest.
"What are you doing??" Emily asked surprised, but before she realized it, Mrs. Wilmer had firmly taped both forearms flatly to the armrests.
Emily tugged, but Mrs. Wilmer used a lot of tape, and she couldn't budge her arms a bit.
"What the hell?!" Emily asked again, getting angry.
"This is part of your punishment, and hopefully will transform you into a better student." Mrs. Wilmer exclaimed.
Mrs. Wilmer then pushed the revolving chair back a bit, and sat on Emily's lap.
Emily had a look of pure confusion on her face, as the Dean began to pull her shirt up, and flip it over her head, revealing her flawless skin, flat tummy, curvy sides, delicate ribcage, cute little bellybutton, and her well-sized breasts inside a white lacey bra.
"What are you doing?!?!" Emily screamed shrilly.
But Mrs. Wilmer didn't answer, and began to lightly spider her long, red painted nails up and down Emily's firm sides, lightly tickling.
A huge smile began to form on Emily's face, as she struggled to resist thr tickling and giggles which were forthcoming.
"Ss-stoopp!" Emily struggled to yell, as Mrs. Wilmer cotinued lightly fluttering her nails up and down her sides, from were her khaki's began, to her bra line, up and down sooooo softly.
"Mrrrss. W-wilmerr! Heeehehee!!" Emily giggled innocently, holding her head back and fighting the oncoming laughter.
"So i see your a bit ticklish Emily." Mrs. Wilmer said obviously.
"Y-yess!!" Emily struggled to form such a simple word as the giggles wanted to come out more than the words.
"That's perfect, because the punishment for visit number seven..." Mrs. Wilmer slowly brought her mouth to Emily's ear as she whispered the ending of her sentence, "is tickle torture!"
"Nooooo!!" Emily gasped, and was caught off guard as the ten long nails immdeiately dug furiously into her tender sides, poking and prodding, grabbing at the smooth, soft flesh.
"Heeeheheheheeehahahahaahahahaaee!!" Emily's sweet giggles mixed with hearty laughter as Emily's banged her head against the soft chair.
Mrs. Wilmer's fingers greedily explored the young sides, clawing softly up and down, up and down. A portrait of pure delight framed Mrs. Wilmer's face, for as long as she knew it, she loooooved tickling students' and used it as a punishment for the especially bad ones. And Emily was perfect, with such a beautiful body, and sooooo ticklish!!
Emily let out a high-pitched squeal and then drowned back into a flood of endless giggles and the fingers began to creep inward onto her flat tummy.
Mrs. Wilmer skittered her nails crazily in all mad angles on Emily's firm to the eye but soft to the touch tummy. As Emily's laughter got more frantic and out of control, Mrs. Wilmer got happier and more excited, she had never tickled anyone this ticklish before!!
She wiggled her fingers even deeper into her sensitive abs, squirming in all directions, and coming ever closer to her innie bellybutton.
Just as Emily's frenzy of laughter had reached a new high as her ticklish tummy was tortured, Mrs. Wilmer slipped a long index finger into her small bellybutton, and wiggled it back and forth immensely, causing Emily to buck crazily in the big chair, as she tugged at the tape furiously. Emily's head was spinning in a whirlwind of intense tickling. Her whole midsection felt like it was on fire, yet giggles and laughter still poured from her mouth. She tried to focus on something in her wandering mind, but with the sensations driving through her body, she just couldn't, all she could think about was the tickling.
Just when Emily thought she would explode, Mrs. Wilmer suddenly stopped, and Emily breathed deeply, sucking down as much air as she could to her desparate lungs.
Suddenly Mrs. Wilmer swung Emily's legs up on the desk, and flipped off her sandals, quickly, leaving her soft, well-pedicured feet bare.
Then Mrs. Wilmer quickly grabbed the thick masking tape again, and repeatedly wrapped it around her ankles to a little rung on the desk, planting her feet tottally immobile on the desk, except of course for her cute little wiggling toes.
Mrs. Wilmer's eyes grew wide at the sight of her beautiful feet, so soft and smooth.
"Your feet are beautiful Emily, and your toes are so cute!" She exclaimed.
Emily figured out where this was leading.
"No! Mrs. Wilmer, please don't tickle my feet!" Emily begged, almost sobbing.
"Sorry Emily, but you have to learn a lesson." Mrs. Wilmer then began lightly gliding the tips of her long nails up and down Emily's smooth soles, causing Emily to erupt into high-pitched laughter. Emily howled at the top of her lungs, laughing insanely, as she wriggled and squirmed in the revolving chair, as Mrs. Wilmer soon switched to scratching her soles with more pressure.
Emily's laughter only intensified, and Emily may have been able to handle this, if Mrs. Wilmer hadn't discovered her worst spot....her toes!
Mrs. Wilmer lightly fluttered her long nails teasingly along Emily's superly sensitive toes, then furiosuly scribbling between them.
"Hahahahhahaahahaaahahahahaahhahhahahhhhhhhhahaahaaaa!!!!!!" Emily burst out with a new level of insane laughter.
Mrs. Wilmer lowered her mouth, and did the unthinkable, she slowly and seductively sucked on each of Emily's hyper ticklish toes, causing Emily to laugh like she never had before.
After five more minutes of the toe tickling, Mrs. Wilmer decided Emily had had enough, and began to undo the tape.
"So, have you learned something today Emily?" Mrs. Wilmer asked as she had finished getting off the tape, and Emily was able to stand again.
"Yes. Never go into the Dean's Office again!" Emily laughed at her own joke, and before Mrs. Wilmer could grab ger for more tickle torture, Emily darted out of the office.
THE END
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