joseph soap
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Hi,
I enclose fantasy story and would be interested in any reactions
to it from your members. Covers more than just tickling but tickling is included is included
I have written a few others along these lines if anyone wants to see them; draw sketches of any aspects of the plot or correspond.
"Baroness von Munchen sat back on her chair and watched as the
erstwhile rebel was frogmarched into the room by the two middle aged
ladies into whose tender care he had earlier been entrusted. She
admired their handiwork with a thin approving smile. Gone was the
arrogant firebrand who had defied the Baroness to let her torturers
to do their worst.
The defiance had gone quickly. About ten minutes after the two self
same ladies from the village had stripped him of his clothing and
tied him to the long and wide leather workbench. About five minutes
after Frau Braun had placed a cushion under his head and comfortably
seated her warm round black trousered and richly scented bottom over
his face; and about three minutes after Frau Mueller had applied
unbearable tickling to his naked helpless body with her plump,
experienced and mercilessly supple fingers.
The ladies from the village had worked on him in this manner for
about two hours during which he had not only revealed his plans to
disrupt the House of von Munchen but also the names addresses and
hiding places of all his co-conspirators.
Once satisfied that they had extracted all worthwhile information he
was untied. The ladies then moved off the workbench; sat down on two
adjoining chairs; and folded him over their ample and interlocking
thighs. Then placing a pair of richly seasoned socks in his mouth
they spanked him slowly and methodically whilst casually chatting to
each-other about local affairs in the village. After about thirty
minutes of this they stopped for a few seconds to take out the socks
then, resuming the spanking with renewed vigour, listened contentedly
as his pleas for mercy tested the soundproofing to its limits.
They then strapped him to what they referred to as the "Barber's
Chair" and, reapplying the dreaded socks to his mouth, cut off his
long unkempt hair, mustache and beard as well as shaving his chest,
armpits, legs and of course pubic region.
Satisfied with their work they placed him once more on the workbench
where Frau Mueller reacquainted him with the unbearably ticklish
fingers whilst Frau Braun deadened the screams by reintroducing his
now hairless face to the warm richly scented black trousers.
Thus subdued their victim was forced to listen in silence as his
captors discussed what was in store for him. Like all in the village
the two hausfrauen greatly enjoyed the Baroness's methods of dealing
with those who tried to disturb her autocratic but benevolent rule.
They spoke of Bimstein the "back to nature" man. He had been taught
to cut the grass - with his teeth.
Then there was Rathenau the so called intellectual. Only he hadn't
looked too intelligent when, wearing nothing but a freshly spanked
bottom and blushing face, they made him stand in the centre of the
village square reciting nursery rhymes.
Liebknecht believed in equality. He got his wish. The Baroness kindly
donated him to the Mothers Circle where each member had an equal right to do with him as she pleased. As an added treat he had been delivered specially "gift wrapped" in a fetching if exotic outfit designed by Frau Schmelling the dressmaker's wife which he was required to wear at all times.
Kraus had wanted to bring culture to the villagers. Frau Schmelling
had dressed him in a pink frock with matching knickers, tights and
shoes - all lightly impregnated with a special itching powder - then
taught him a special dance which he performed at the village hall
every night.
Riemann said he wanted to give the local people his support. He was
tied to a bench and placed in the village green for twelve hours a
day so that the ladies of the village could sit on his legs, body,
and face when they felt like a rest from their daily burdens or
gathered together to catch up with local gossip.
Then of course there was Sander yet another member of
the "intelligentsia". Wanted to make the village a happier place. His
loud laughter was soon be heard echoing through every street - as he
was slowly and remorselessly tickled into insanity.
There had been others.
In some ways this particular rebel who lay beneath them had been
more troublesome than any. They could not predict precisely what
exquisite arrangements were being devised for their guest but were
certain that the Baroness would not disappoint"
I enclose fantasy story and would be interested in any reactions
to it from your members. Covers more than just tickling but tickling is included is included
I have written a few others along these lines if anyone wants to see them; draw sketches of any aspects of the plot or correspond.
"Baroness von Munchen sat back on her chair and watched as the
erstwhile rebel was frogmarched into the room by the two middle aged
ladies into whose tender care he had earlier been entrusted. She
admired their handiwork with a thin approving smile. Gone was the
arrogant firebrand who had defied the Baroness to let her torturers
to do their worst.
The defiance had gone quickly. About ten minutes after the two self
same ladies from the village had stripped him of his clothing and
tied him to the long and wide leather workbench. About five minutes
after Frau Braun had placed a cushion under his head and comfortably
seated her warm round black trousered and richly scented bottom over
his face; and about three minutes after Frau Mueller had applied
unbearable tickling to his naked helpless body with her plump,
experienced and mercilessly supple fingers.
The ladies from the village had worked on him in this manner for
about two hours during which he had not only revealed his plans to
disrupt the House of von Munchen but also the names addresses and
hiding places of all his co-conspirators.
Once satisfied that they had extracted all worthwhile information he
was untied. The ladies then moved off the workbench; sat down on two
adjoining chairs; and folded him over their ample and interlocking
thighs. Then placing a pair of richly seasoned socks in his mouth
they spanked him slowly and methodically whilst casually chatting to
each-other about local affairs in the village. After about thirty
minutes of this they stopped for a few seconds to take out the socks
then, resuming the spanking with renewed vigour, listened contentedly
as his pleas for mercy tested the soundproofing to its limits.
They then strapped him to what they referred to as the "Barber's
Chair" and, reapplying the dreaded socks to his mouth, cut off his
long unkempt hair, mustache and beard as well as shaving his chest,
armpits, legs and of course pubic region.
Satisfied with their work they placed him once more on the workbench
where Frau Mueller reacquainted him with the unbearably ticklish
fingers whilst Frau Braun deadened the screams by reintroducing his
now hairless face to the warm richly scented black trousers.
Thus subdued their victim was forced to listen in silence as his
captors discussed what was in store for him. Like all in the village
the two hausfrauen greatly enjoyed the Baroness's methods of dealing
with those who tried to disturb her autocratic but benevolent rule.
They spoke of Bimstein the "back to nature" man. He had been taught
to cut the grass - with his teeth.
Then there was Rathenau the so called intellectual. Only he hadn't
looked too intelligent when, wearing nothing but a freshly spanked
bottom and blushing face, they made him stand in the centre of the
village square reciting nursery rhymes.
Liebknecht believed in equality. He got his wish. The Baroness kindly
donated him to the Mothers Circle where each member had an equal right to do with him as she pleased. As an added treat he had been delivered specially "gift wrapped" in a fetching if exotic outfit designed by Frau Schmelling the dressmaker's wife which he was required to wear at all times.
Kraus had wanted to bring culture to the villagers. Frau Schmelling
had dressed him in a pink frock with matching knickers, tights and
shoes - all lightly impregnated with a special itching powder - then
taught him a special dance which he performed at the village hall
every night.
Riemann said he wanted to give the local people his support. He was
tied to a bench and placed in the village green for twelve hours a
day so that the ladies of the village could sit on his legs, body,
and face when they felt like a rest from their daily burdens or
gathered together to catch up with local gossip.
Then of course there was Sander yet another member of
the "intelligentsia". Wanted to make the village a happier place. His
loud laughter was soon be heard echoing through every street - as he
was slowly and remorselessly tickled into insanity.
There had been others.
In some ways this particular rebel who lay beneath them had been
more troublesome than any. They could not predict precisely what
exquisite arrangements were being devised for their guest but were
certain that the Baroness would not disappoint"
