Happy Birthday - M/F Tickling

This is an updated and revised version of an older story

'... Happy birthday to you', Rebecca's mother sang as she placed a chocolate birthday cake with 18 burning candles on the table. 'Blow out the candles and make a wish, sweetie' her father said with a smile. She closed her bright green eyes, brushed a strand of brown hair from her face, took a deep breath and blew out the candles as everybody applauded.

'So can I administer the birthday spanking', her boyfriend Tony joked as her mother laughed and her father glared his disapproval.The day Rebecca was long awaiting was finally here: Today she became 18 years of age, and in the eyes of society was an adult. She beamed with pride as her father handed her a knife as she carefully cut the birthday cake as Tony snuck behind her and kissed her. Her father cleared his throat to let them know he did not approve of their actions.

He had nothing against Tony and considered him a fine gentleman, but was having a hard time accepting the fact his baby girl was all grown up. 'Anthony, will you help me pour some tea' Rebecca's mother called out. She always called him by his proper and formal name. He left and assisted her in the kitchen as there was a knock at the front door. Her father excused himself as he went to answer the door and a few minutes returned and turned to his daughter and said 'Somebody is at the door asking for you'

Rebecca sat the knife on the platter, quickly wiped her hands on a napkin and went to the front door, where a well-dressed elderly gentleman stood, with a Rolls Royce that bears the King's symbol, waiting at the curb. 'Good morning, Miss Rebecca and happy birthday' he calmly said as he handed her an envelope and walked back to the vehicle and drove away.

She closed the door and looked at the envelope and saw it had the official stamp and seal of The King. She very carefully opened the envelope and retrieved the letter that was inside and it read 'By Royal Command you are hereby instructed to appear before The King, on the date of your 18th Birthday. The King's personal chauffeur will pick you up at your place of residence at approximately 2 O'clock in the afternoon'.

Rebecca immediately knew what this was regarding as it was no secret the King had a severe tickling fetish and would use his position as King to force girls to submit to being tickled. Some girls considered it a sign of honor, as The King would only select the most beautiful girls, however Rebecca was extremely nervous, as she was deathly ticklish and couldn't stand it, even for one single second. She didn't want to go, but knew that refusing a Royal Command was grounds for banishment from the Kingdom.

She returned to the living room where her father was waiting. 'I have to report to The King today at 2pm' she informed. She paused and asked 'Do I have to go, daddy'?

'He is The King, my daughter. He protects and defends us. In return, we do what we can to serve him'. He cleared his throat and continued 'To refuse a Royal Decree is punishable by banishment from the Kingdom. Never to be able to return to see your friends or family. Is that what you want'?

'No, daddy' she softly whispered.

'I think you just answered your own question, Becky', he said with a smile. He laid a hand on her shoulder and continued 'It will only be for a while, and then it will be over'.

She nodded, knowing her wise father was correct. The King was a good man, who deserved her respect. When her father lost his job at the steel mill, The King continued to pay his salary, until he was able to find another job. The King was always extremely generous, and she didn't want to seem ungrateful.

The grandfather clock struck 12 noon. They would be there for her in just 2 more hours, so she went to shower and select her wardrobe. She eventually opted for a very pretty sleeveless purple skirt, with a gold and silver glittery trim, and a pair of blue sandals, and applied make-up and ruby-red lipstick. She joined her family in the living room and nervously waited. Every 'tick' on the clock seemed to be forever and right on cue, just as the clock struck 2, there was a knock on the door.

'I think that' for me' Rebecca nervously announced, as she went to answer the door and found the same elderly gentleman who stopped by earlier. 'Good afternoon, Miss Rebecca. You look quite lovely'.

He took her hand and led her to the waiting vehicle and closed the door behind her, and got in the driver's seat and slowly pulled away. The trip to the Palace was un-eventful and eventually arrive at a large 20 ft solid marble wall. A guard standing outside the gates punches a series of numbers on a keypad and the large iron gate slowly swings open, as they proceed past the gates.

After a short drive, they arrive at the Palace as he motions to follow him. She slowly follows him up the large steps and past the ivory columns as a guard opens the door and they enter what is the most elaborate and decorative room she had ever seen. Everything seemed to be made of the finest wood, iron, and stone. Even the leather chairs that adorn the wall, were of the best quality. She was quite taken in, and impressed.

'Come my dear', he commanded as she followed him down a large corridor as he opened a door on the far end of the hallway, as they went inside, as he closed the door. In the room was a younger gentleman, but dressed as equally well as the elder.

A few minutes later and the younger gentleman, in a very loud voice said 'His Royal Highness, King Lucas the Third' A middle-aged gentleman, with grayish-brown hair, wearing a suit and tie enters the room, and immediately everybody kneels down, as Rebecca does the same.

'On your feet', the King commands as everybody stands up. He approaches the elder gentlemen, and produces a stack of money. Satisfied, he bows and leaves, as the other gentleman follows, closing the door behind them.

The King approaches Rebecca and sees her shaking nervously. He laid a hand on her shoulder and said 'Relax my child, you have nothing to fear from me'. As he sat down on a ornate chair he asked if she knew why she was at the Palace, and Rebecca admitted that she did. The King nodded and replied 'That is good. This will only last a while, then you will be free to return to your family'

He instructed her to sit on the table, that was positioned on the other side of the room. She was scared, but did as she was told. The King got up and approached her, slowly removing her sandals, and placed them on the floor. He gently grabbed her ankle, took a finger and very slowly ran them down the entire length of her right foot, from toes to heel, then did the same with her left foot, as Rebecca squirmed and giggled.

He stood up, removed his tie and jacket and had her lie down on the table. He took her right hand, stretched it back as far as it would go, and inserted her wrist into a padded restraint, and did the same with her left hand. He turned a knob that was attached to the table, as the restrains began to lose their slack, and become tight and confined, and did the same with her feet.

He moved down to her feet, as she nervously watched him produce a finger and slowly and very methodically run it up and down her soft soles, and using his index finger to explore the flesh between her toes, as she bucked and tried to struggle against the ropes, whilst laughing her head off.

He then reached up and ran his fingers underneath her knees which caused her to shriek and beg him to stop. He ignored her desperate pleas and continued to work his way upward, and gently undid her skirt to see a perfectly fit and tone midsection, and cute lavender panties. He started to stroke her inner thighs, using his finger to work it's way up and down.

Poor Rebecca was gasping for air, in between agonized fits of laughter, as The King shown no signs of relenting. He started to poke and prod around her sensitive belly and sides, as Rebecca was going insane with laughter, as sweat was started to pour down her body.

He then started to tickle her very soft underarms, using his fingers to rake up and down, causing her to shake with laughter and twitch uncontrollably, and in between frenzied screams of tormented laughter, begs him to stop.

Much to her dismay, her desperate pleas for mercy fall upon deaf ears, as he continues the tickle onslaught. He moved his arms and started to poke around in between her sensitive ribs and mid-section, as by that time, Rebecca was too tired to even resist and just laughed uncontrollably, praying this would end soon, but secretly was enjoying it.

He took his finger and made circles around her exposed navel, which caused her to shudder and a new round of uncontrollably laughter. Tears poured down her face, as he started to tickle her waist, as his fingers danced all around her tummy.

The King stopped just long enough for to catch her breath and pulled her underwear down to her ankles, exposing her freshly-shaven pussy. She begged him to stop, and even though she told him to stop, deep inside she was loving every second of it.

He started to tickle her pussy and a new round of panicked laughter ensued as he ran his fingers along the quivering edges of her inner thighs as she wondered how much more she could possibly endure.

Eventually the tickling subsided, and The King reached under the table and produced a vibrator, which he placed on her aching pussy and she closed her eyes and moaned and swayed contently. As the vibrator found the mark, she screamed with undiluted pleasure and unbridled ecstasy.

When it was done she was reduced to a quivering mess, and hoarsely whispered 'Thank you, Your Majesty'. He gave her a few moments to regain her composure, then released her from the restraints.

She got dressed, and was escorted back to the vehicle to return her home. All the way, she slept and dreamed of him