Machinehead
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Hey this was told to by a friend telling me how her dad punished her twin sister. She punished tickled them. Which means when she did something wrong they would tickle you as your punishment. Her sister is 18 now. This is a true story.
The most recent time was about a month ago, she was not supposed to go out the night before until she had taken care of several things around the house as well as school. She went out anyway with some friends, friends I did not approve of. The next morning was a Sunday, and she was sleeping in. I came in her room around eight or so and pulled the covers on her bed back from her feet, which were bare. I then sat sideways across her calves so she couldn't kick or anything, then started to tickle her ankles. She stirred, then woke up quickly, yelling at me. Then I produced a large decorative feather I keep on my desk and tickled her feet mercilessly for
several minutes. She went insane, laughing and screaming and trying to flop around under me. I refused to stop until she tears were rolling down her face from the laughter. She was pounding her fists on the bed and squealing but couldn't get away. I then let her go and told her this was punishment for disobeying me.
The most recent time was about a month ago, she was not supposed to go out the night before until she had taken care of several things around the house as well as school. She went out anyway with some friends, friends I did not approve of. The next morning was a Sunday, and she was sleeping in. I came in her room around eight or so and pulled the covers on her bed back from her feet, which were bare. I then sat sideways across her calves so she couldn't kick or anything, then started to tickle her ankles. She stirred, then woke up quickly, yelling at me. Then I produced a large decorative feather I keep on my desk and tickled her feet mercilessly for
several minutes. She went insane, laughing and screaming and trying to flop around under me. I refused to stop until she tears were rolling down her face from the laughter. She was pounding her fists on the bed and squealing but couldn't get away. I then let her go and told her this was punishment for disobeying me.