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>>> F/M Story: An Incident at the Infirmary

Paul Jones

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(Previously published elsewhere)​
Dear old college days! Male ticklephiles may find that
this story touches upon some youthful apprehensions.

Paul, a graduate student at the University, was strapped to the examination table
in the infirmary. He was undergoing a physical examination by the campus nurse,
Mrs. Flynn.

It was very embarrassing for Paul, and not only because the nurse had made him
strip to his undershorts.

Such examinations were always embarrassing for Paul because, for a young man
of 22, he was extremely ticklish.

As soon as the examination began, his extreme ticklishness became abundantly
obvious, and Mrs. Flynn told him that she’d have to use restraints in order to continue.
Then she applied the straps to his wrists and ankles.

“Well, Paul. I’d say that you’re now in a rather ticklish predicament,”
she teased merrily. “It’s a good thing that this examination room is soundproof.”

Her remarks made Paul uneasy. He had the distinct impression that she was very
much amused by his intense ticklishness. His penis stirred.

“Yes, a very ticklish predicament, indeed!” she added.

Now he was certain that she was deriving pleasure from his acute ticklishness!

Sure enough, throughout the examination, Mrs. Flynn managed—deliberately, Paul
felt—to tickle every place on his body that she touched. (She explained this as “reflex
testing.”)

As a result, Paul continually roared with riotous laughter, while struggling vainly
against the restraints.

His armpits, breasts, calves, and thighs—as well as his rollickingly ticklish ribs
—were among the spots whose “reflex responses” she tested (at length).

Things became especially maddening for him during the abdominal examination.
With an impish smile on her face, Mrs. Flynn used her nimble fingers to “examine”
his extremely ticklish stomach.

She not only stroked his stomach. She also pressed into it with her thumbs,
wiggling them, creating a deep tickling effect. This went on for several minutes,
during which Paul laughed uncontrollably.

“What a lovely commotion you make!” she exclaimed.

Now there could be no doubt that Mrs. Flynn was purposely tickling him, just for
the fun of it!


Finally, wearing the same smile, she turned to his feet—which were exceedingly
ticklish.
She devilishly “examined his reflexes” in his soles and toes for several
minutes, during which time Paul actually howled with laughter, while vainly straining
against his restraints.

By now, his penis was nearly erect, as usually happened when he was tickled.
Mrs. Flynn fingered the bulge in his shorts, smiling mischievously. He was afraid
that she might pull his shorts down, but she left them in place.

He thought of reporting all that had happened, but realized that he’d be too
embarrassed
to do it. He wondered whether, perhaps, she was counting on that.

At the end of the examination, Mrs. Flynn stepped into the outer office, apparently
to use the phone. Then heard her depart, leaving him still strapped to the table.


A few minutes later, several women burst into the room. They were some of his
current and former classmates, and were known to be among the most mischievous
women on the graduate campus.

Paul squirmed in deep embarrassment. It was so humiliating to be helpless and nearly
naked in front of these women! Moreover, he was appalled by the thought that they
might tickle him!


Then Charlene, the senior student and evident leader, said to the others, “Now we’re
going to have some delicious fun with Paul. Because now we know his secret,
don’t we?” The others nodded in impish agreement.

Paul was utterly dismayed. Her reference to his “secret” could mean only one thing
under the circumstances: they knew about his extreme ticklishness, and were going
to tickle him—just for the fun of it, like Mrs. Flynn.

Sure enough, she said to him, ”Your secret, Paul, is that you’re ticklish—very ticklish!"

"And you’re scared to death right now, aren’t you? Scared that we’re going to tickle you.
Isn’t that so, Paul?” The young man squirmed with anxiety.

The word ticklish aroused immediate enthusiasm among the women, as if it had been
on the minds of all of them. Their eyes lit up. The word electrified Paul with a thrill
of excitement.

“Well, you’re right, Paul. We’re going to tickle the living daylights
out of you, and we’re going to have loads of fun doing it.”


Then she drew her nails across his stomach, making him squirm and laugh
uncontrollably, as he always did.

”Ooooooh,” said one of them, “He really is very ticklish, isn’t he?”

“We knew you were ticklish, Paul, but we had no idea that you were this
ticklish!” Charlene teased.

“Knew? How had they known?” he wondered. Then he recalled Mrs. Flynn’s
enjoyment of his ticklishness, and her using the telephone. And he noticed that
she had not returned, leaving him at the mercy of these women—with whom she
was obviously in cahoots!

Charlene continued, “You really are in a ‘ticklish predicament,' aren’t you, Paul?”
Mrs. Flynn’s exact words!

“You know, Paul, since you’re so ticklish, you should be very careful. Otherwise,
some naughty ladies might gang up on you, and then tickle you—without mercy,”
she teased pointedly.

“Oh, what fun this is going to be! Nothing could embarrass Paul more than being
tickled silly by us ladies!” The obviously sadistic delight in her voice made a tingle
run through Paul’s body. The smile on her face reminded him of Mrs. Flynn’s.


Then they took positions around the table, surrounding him, and began tickling him
all over his exposed, helpless, ticklish body.

Paul broke into convulsive, howling laughter. Being tickled all over at once was
a new and mind-blowing experience for him.

He shrieked in ticklish agony, as the sensations exploded in his brain.

Tears filled his eyes, and he laughed louder and longer than ever before in his life.
The students laughed, too—with merriment.

Throughout it all, Paul writhed fiercely, and howled with raucous, hysterical laughter.
The women were thoroughly delighted, and pressed on.

Remembering Mrs. Flynn’s remark that the room is soundproof, Paul realized that
rescue was unlikely.

They were such skillful ticklers that they might have been trained! Could it be
possible? Who could have trained them in such a devilish art as tickling? Then
Paul thought of Mrs. Flynn.


“Please, ladies! I can't stand any more!” he cried. They jeered gleefully.

“Don’t you just love it when he begs for mercy?” Charlene asked the others.

“And how!” they exclaimed. Paul’s humiliation by this time was unspeakable.

She whispered to him, “Humiliating, isn’t it?” She realized that, even more than
the tickling, it was the humiliation that Paul found unbearable.

Of course, being tickled in front of others was terribly embarrassing for him. But
what was truly humiliating was being tickled—and made to laugh like a hyena—
by a bunch of gleeful women!

Then they paused to let him rest.


He lay exhausted from his tickling ordeal, while they stood above him, smiling
mischievously. His eyes flitted pleadingly among them.

They regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion
and humiliation.

She asked the others, “Isn’t it fun turning Paul into a blubbering, quivering, lump
of ticklish jelly?” The others agreed heartily. “We must do it again—soon!”
Paul’s heart sank.

Then they began what was to be their final assault. This round of tickling was far more
sadistic than anything that had gone before, and drove him to new levels of hilarity.

Soon he cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that he lost consciousness.

When he awoke, he had been unfastened. He lay on the table, and slowly recovered.
The women were gone. They had left him to get dressed, and return home.


Paul experienced a strange medley of feelings. But one thing he knew. He knew that
he would never “tell on” his ticklers. Not on Mrs. Flynn, not on the students.

And, contrary to what he had thought earlier, the reason had nothing to do with any
embarrassment. Rather, he realized that, at his core, he had actually enjoyed the
tickling! Perhaps someday, he would figure out why.

:rowfull:
 
wow lol that was intense hope for more like this
 
Great story. I kinda surprised the girls didn't hone in on his erection....
 
terrific! Going back and finding F/m stories like this that I accidentally overlooked.
 
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