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SergeZell

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I am searching for a story; here are the details I remember:


The first part of the story is how an angry mom ties up her daughters friend and tickle tortures her. I think she is angry because she is a bad influence or something like that.

The in the second part of the story the daughter helps her friend free and they tie the mom up on the bed. They poor honey on her soles and lick it off and then clean her feet with a washcloth.

I believe the name of the mother was linda.

I would be very grateful if anyone has this or could find it for me.

Thanks
 
I belive, and I could be wrong, the story you are refering to is "A Mothers Revenge" and if it is it is still avaliable on this forum back quite a few pages...

While were on requests, has anyone got a coppy of "Good Day For a White Weading" the tickling story :) If you do let me know Id like to read it again.
 
heres the story...its by I64forver
A Mom's Revenge

by [email protected]



Part 1 Part 2 Part 3





NOTE: A characters in this story are fiction! I have never met, seen or heard
of anyone even remotly resembling them. They are strictly the imagination of
the strange old man who lives in my attic!

NOTE2: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. They are all
responsible adults able to make their own choices, good or bad, and they all
promise to vote in November's elections, as all good ticklish American's
should.



Part 1

Marcia's daughter was out of control. Alicia was out all night, skipping
class, and being verbally abusive to her teachers. Alicia and her friends had
even committed several petty acts of vandalism around the town. Now it looked
like she might get thrown out of school.
Marcia didn't know what to do. Like all mothers, she didn't really
believe it was Alicia's fault. Everything had started when she had started
hanging out with Kathy and Kathy's friends. To Marcia, it was all Kathy's
fault.
Marcia had tried calling Kathy's mother, but that was no good. Kathy's
mother had just broken down into tears, swearing that ever since Kathy had
turned 18, she'd had absolutly no control over her.
Marcia refused to turn into a pathetic mess like Kathy's mom. She would
turn her baby girl around, even if she was 18 like Kathy. She wouldn't end up
crying over the phone to strangers. Somehow, she'd set things right. But how?
The last straw was when Marcia found marijuana in Alicia's room. Drug
abuse! She had to stop this now! Her first impulse was to ground Alicia for a
month, but that wasn't right. It wasn't Alicia's fault. It was Kathy's. If
Kathy hadn't corrupted her daughter, Alicia wouldn't be in this kind of
trouble. It was Kathy that should be punished. And Marcia knew just how she
was going to do it to.
That weekend, it was Alicia's turn to visit her father in Detroit. It
would be the perfect time for operation "Punish Kathy".
Marcia waited until Alicia had left with her father, then she turned her
daughters computer. She got into Alicia's AOL account by using the password
she had found one day on a post-it while "cleaning" her desk. Once in the
account, Marcia sent Kathy an e-mail. She pretended to be Alicia and told
Kathy her dad had bailed on the weekend. She told Kathy to meet her in her
room about midnight. Marcia had read enough of Alicia's e-mails to know that
Kathy had snuck into the house through Alicia's bedroom window many times.
Now all Marcia had to do was wait.
Just before midnight, Marcia hid in Alicia's bed with the covers over her
head. With her she had a few of her ex-husband the police officer's favorite
things.
Sure enough, about midnight, Marcia heard a clang outside the window. Then
Kathy's voice whispering "Alicia, it's me! Let's go!"
When Marcia didn't move for a while, she could hear Kathy climb through
the window. "Come on, Alicia," Kathy said a little louder, "Let's get out of
here before your stupid Mom finally cathces on!"
Marcia waited until Kathy was close enough, then attacked. She reached
out and pulled Kathy onto the bed. Before Kathy even knew what was happening,
Marcia had gotten one cuff around Kathy's left wrist, and the other around the
bedpost.
"Hey!" Yelled Kathy "What do you think you are doing!"
Marcia flicked the lights on. "Surprise!" she yelled.
In the bright light, Marcia got a good look at Kathy. The attractive
red-head was wearing a sleaveless midrift T-Shirt, a short skirt, and sandals.
Perfect.
As soon as Kathy realized what was happening, she started fighting like a
wild cat. She flailed with her free right arm and kicked anything her legs
could reach. Luckily, Marcia had become a mother early in life, and though
she had an 18 year old daughter, Marcia was only in her mid-thirties and in
very good shape.
First, she managed to get a knee on Kathy's right arm, and pin that to the
matress. Marcia quickly hand-cuffed that wrist to the post as well. Now all
Kathy could do was kick.
Kick Kathy did. She didn't know what her friends mom had in mind, but
Kathy could guess it was nothing good. She kicked as hard and fast as she
could, and would have surly bruised Marcia had one of those sandled feet
connect.
Marcia was smarter than that. She let Kathy kick away until she wore
herself out. Once Kathy was to tired to kick, she pounced on Kathy's thighs,
holding them down with her 120 pound 5'4" frame while she cuffed each ankle to
its own bedpost. Now, Kathy was helpless.
Kathy, still out of breath from the kicking, let out a full blast of
profanity. All Marcia did was smile.
"Patience, Kathy. don't tire your self out to early in the evening."
"What are you doing you?!" Kathy bellowed. "Let me go! Where's Alicia!"
She tugged at her bonds, but the police hand-cuffs and solid oaken bedposts
gave no sign of breaking.
"Calm down, Kathy," Marcia said calmly. "Alicia is at her father's house
this weekend, just like she told you. I just thought we should take a chance
to get to know one another."
"I don't want to know you! I hate you! Let me go, or I'll start
screaming my head off!"
"Now, now" Marcia started innocently running one fingernail in a figure
eight pattern over Kathy's exposed tummy, "You can yell all you want, No one
else is home, and you know very well that this house is back far enough from
the road that no one else could hear you."
The expression on Kathy's face changed as soon as that fingernail touched
her tummy. her face went white, and a look of panic replaced the one of anger.
She knew she could never let her capture know what that lone fingernail was
doing to her, or she was truly in for a long night.
It took all of Kathy's willpower to talk without her voice cracking.
"if...if you hurt me, I'll go to the police. They'll throw you behind bars."
Marcia just smiled, and continued wandering her finger aimlessly over
Kathy's smooth belly. "Trust me, Kathy, when we're done with our
little...talk, there won't be a mark on your body. If you want to go to the
cops it will be your word, the word of an unruly teenager, against mine, PTA
mother and former wife of an Officer. Do you think they'd believe such a wild
story."
Marcia waited until Kathy opened her mouth to reply, and moved that
fingernail over her bellybutton. Whatever Kathy was going to say was lost as a
quick series of giggles came out of her mouth.
"Why Kathy!" Marcia acted surprised, "Whatever are you laughing for?"
She kept lightly wiggling that one finger over Kathy's belly."
Kathy had choked back the giggles, but still had a huge grin on her face
she couldn't hide. Kathy tried to twist and turn somehow to get that finger
out of her belly button, but couldn't. Marcia had made sure she was stretched
out tight. Kathy didn't dare reply.
"I know," Marcia said in a sing-song voice, "Don't tell me that Kathy is
ticklish! Just like a little girl!" With that, Marcia reached out her other
hand, and began squeezing Kathy's ribs, right beneath her midrift T-shirt.
Kathy couldn't hold it in any longer. "He he he he he stop he he stop
you bit.... bi... he he he stop.!"
"After all the misery you caused me and poor Alicia! I don't think so!"
Marcia barked. Keeping one hand ticking Kathy's ribs, she began running all
five nails from the other hand up and down Kathy's bare tummy.
" He he he he he he wh... he he he what he he what do he he " Kathy's
face turned red, and she couldn't get out the words. She was incredibly
ticklish, and Marcia's fingernails were really torturing her. "He he he he he
Alicia he he he dn me he he he are he he he friends he he he he he he."
"You and Alicia are friends huh? No longer," Marcia said in a firm voice.
"You keep getting my daughter in trouble. Without you, she'd still be an A
student, not some drop out drug fiend!" Marcia did stop tickiling.
Kathy gulped down the air, trying to catch her breath. "Mrs. Carlton,"
Kathy said, knowing she was strting to beg, "Please...please. I don't know
what you think but..."
"Stop whinning." Marcia barked. "When I get through with you, you won't
want to come within ten miles of my daughter, she paused," Tell me, Kathy,"
Marcia, said in a playful voice, "Are your underams ticklish?"
"NO! Please!" Kathy managed to scream out just before Marcia plunged her
fingernails into the hollows underneath each of Kathy's arms. She lightly
flicked her fingers over the smooth, hairless skin, up and down. Marcia
stroked her thumbs left to right, just beneath both underarms.
Kathy had only been laughing before. Now she howled. She tried to pull
her arms down with all of her strength, but nothing budged. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha no no no no ha ha ha ha st st st ha ha ha no pl pl pleeeeaasssssss."
Marcia didn't let up. She knew she had found one of Kathy's weak spots,
and she was determined not to let it go to waste. She kept flicking her nails,
lightly scratching Kathy's sensitive skin. She kept it up for over 30 minutes.
By the end, Kathy's face was red, and sweat was pouring from her body. She
had a wild light in her eye.
"Now Kathy," Marcia whispered into her ear, "You keep corrupting my
daughter, and this is what you are going to get. I don't care if you throw
your life away, but stay away from my daughter." Marcia slowed down her
tickling, allowing Kathy to get some air in her lungs. She did not stop. She
kept up a slow, easy tickling. It let Kathy breathe, but did not let her stop
laughing.
"He he he he he he stop stop he he he pleee pleeeeaase hehe he he he he he
he I'll doooooooo he he he dooooooo annnnyyyyy he he he he he he he he he he
he.........."
Finally, Marcia did stop. It took ten minutes for Kathy to catch her
breath. When she did, the angry, foul-mouthed woman was gone. In her place
was an exhausted, obedient child. As soon as she could talk, Kathy started to
beg."
Please, please please let me go Mrs. Carlton Please, I'll never talk to
Alicia again if that's what youm want. I'll do anything you ask. I'll paint
your house, walk your dog, anything!"
"Stay away from my daughte." Marcia said. "You will stay away from her."
"Yes! I will! I swear!' Kathy swore. "She and I are threw, finished!"
Marcia just smiled. "Sure, you say that now, but ten minutes after I let
you go, this new Kathy will be gone, and the old criminal one will be back.
No, I'll think we'll take the entire night for this one."
"NO!" screamed Kathy. The clock only said 1:15. She couldn't handle
hours of tickling. "NO! You... " and Kathy immediatly started swearing at
Marcia, calling her every disgusting word she could think of.
"See what I mean Kathy," Marcia said with a smile. " Just a minute ago it
was Mrs. Carlton! Now its ... well I won't repeat such language."
Marcia moved to the foot of the bed. "I'm going to take a break.
Tickling you is just hard work. Let's say we take about 20 minutes to ...
catch our breath. But, just to let you know whats coming next..." Marcia
slowly removed both of Kathy's sandals, leaving her feet bare. "You won't be
needing these for the rest of the evening."
With that, she slowly walked out of the bedroom

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PART 2

Kathy looked at the clock. 18 minutes. 18 minutes had passed since
Marcia Carlton had left the room. That made Kathy nervous as she had promissed
to be back in 20. Somehow, Kathy didn't think Mrs. Carlton was going to keep
her waiting!
This was crazy! She'd been lured here by Mrs. Carlton, mother of Kathy's
best friend Alicia, by a phony e-mail message, then pounced upon and horribly
tickled. For the millionth time, Kathy tried to pull one of her wrists or
ankles free from the handcuff that held it. Again, no such luck. She could
only lie here, spread eagle, and wait for Mrs. Carlton to attack her again.
Oh, she wished she had worn more than just her sleaveless Midrift T-shirt
and shorts! She should have worn a sweater and jeans, maybe even a coat! That
that damn Marcia wouldn't have had so much bare flesh to tickle! But it had
been so warm out. and she'd looked so sexy!
The worst part of it was, Kathy knew she'd done nothing to deserve her
fate! Mrs. Carlton was punishing her because she thought Kathy had been
corrupting her daughter Alicia. The truth was, Alicia didn't need corrupting.
She'd been pretty bad when Kathy had met her. The vandalism, the marijuana had
all been her idea. Kathy and the other girls had just been along for the ride!
But her mother would never see that. As far as Mrs. Carlton was
concerned, Alicia was a perfect angel, pulled from grace by her friends, and
Kathy was to blame for everything. Now she was being punished.
The clock struck 1:35, exactly 20 minutes after Mrs. Carlton had left.
Always punctual, the door swung open and the mother came in. She didn't saw a
word, she just began setting up some equipment in the corner. It didn't take
Kathy long to see it was a camera on a tripod.
"Please, Mrs Carlton," Kathy been begging all night, and wasn't going to
stop now, "Please, no more! Please, Iearned my lesson! I'll leave Alicia alone
from now on! I promise! Please!"
Marcia didn't reply, she just kept working as if she couldn't hear the 18
year old's pleas. Finally, she steped away from the camera and squeezed
something in her hand. The camera flashed.
"Remote control camera," Mrs Carlton said, showing Kathy the tiny button
in her hand, "Photography used to be my hobby. I was lucky I still had this
thing around. And don't worry about the pictures! It's an Instant Camera! It
develops them in 60 seconds!" Sure enough, a picture popped out of the back,
and Mrs Carlton showed Kathy and excellent picture of her handcuffed to the
bed.
"Looks like I set the flash right," Marcia said, "Wouldn't want the
pictures all blury!'
"Mrs Carlton," Kathy started again, "You have to believe me.."
"No I don't!" Marcia said firmly, "Your a violent, drug using criminal.
All I have to do is protect my daughter from you!"
"I don't use drugs!" Kathy shouted. "Only Alicia does! The rest of us
arn't that stupid!"
"Lier!" Marcia shouted back! "Not my angel! If she used drugs it's only
because you pressured her into it! You'll pay for telling lies about my baby!"
Marcia took what looked to be a small bowl from the dresser. "I was going
to save this for latter, but it will teach you to tell lies about my daughter!"

Marcia took a good look at Kathy's feet. They were large but narrow,
maybe a size nine. The toes were long and thin. They looked very soft. She
took one fingernail and ran it down Kathy's left sole. She immediatly
squeeled.
"Perfect! Tell me Kathy, do you wonder how I knew you were so ticklish?"
Marcia asked tauntingly.
Kathy thought she had a pretty good idea, but wasn't going to respond.
She had a feeling anything she said would get her in trouble.
Marcia began spreading the stuff from the bowl over Kathy's left foot. It
felt slightly warm and gooey, but not unpleasent. She did giggle a little when
it went on, but it wasn't nearly as bad as some of the earlier tickles.
"Since I lured you here " Marcia began, "with an e-mail from Alicia's
screen name, you must know, I have access to her AOL account." Marcia began
applying the goo to Kathy's other foot. "Naturaly, she had saved all of the
e-mails you sent her, so I read a few. The e-mails from when you were dating
Brian were most ... interesting."
Kathy knew what she meant. Brian had been a tickler, always comeing up
from behind and tickling her ribs, or slipping in a tickle under her arm
anytime Kathy should raise her hand. When they were alone, Brian would wrestle
her, and tickle her ribs and belly until Kathy begged for mercy. Naturally,
Kathy had complained about that to Alicia in a lot of e-mails.
"You said the worst time," Marcia continued, "was in bed when he would
lick your feet. You said it was unbareable."
"Mrs Carlton!" Kathy was shocked, "You arn't going to lick my feet are
you!"
"I'm not," Marcia said with a wicked smile, "But I think the gravy I just
spread all over your feet might tempt someone else to do it!" Then she whisled
two high notes.
A rumbling was heard coming up the stairs. Then standing in the doorway
was Spike, the Carlton families Golden Retriever! "Come here Spike," Marcia
called, "Come here!" That had been unnecessary, as Spike had already smelled
the gravy and was coming on his own accord.
"NO!" Kathy's eyes went wide with fear. Spike was a wonderful dog, and,
like all Golden Retrievers, a very gentle dog. But he loved gravy!
Kathy felt Spikes tounge on her left foot. It seemed like that rough
tounge could cover every inch of Kathy's feet in one lick. . Before, Marcia had
slowly increased the tickling. Now it started at once, full blast. Kathy threw
back her head and howled
Her feet had always been smooth and delicate, made more so by monthly
pedicures. She just could not stand that rough tounge. Spike licked that foot
like a 6 year old licks a lolly pop, fast and hard. He licked up and down her
instep, across the heal, and through the arch. Somehow, he got his tounge
between Kathy's toes, practically sucking out the gravy.
For Kathy, there was no holding back. She laughed hysterically until her
lungs hurt. Her face turned beat red, and she whipped her head back and forth,
her hair flaying wildly.
"HE he he he he he he he he he he
SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE he he he he he he he
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO he he he!"
Spike got every drop of gravy from that left foot before moving on the the
right. There, he immediatly started running his tounge over the balls of
Kathy's feet, and underneath her toes. Kathy was blinded by the tears, but in
the middle of her insanity, she thought she heard the click of the camera a
couple of times. It barely even registered.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the tounge stopped. Kathy panted
and wheezed, deseratly trying to catch her own breath. Once again, she lay in
a pool of her own sweat. When Kathy finally had enough strength to open her
eyes, she saw that 30 minutes had passed. It had felt like much longer.
Spike, having cleaned those feet clean, had curled up contentedly in the
corner. "So," Marcia said, "Are you ready to admit that it was you who gave my
baby the drugs and practically forced them down her throat? Or do we give
Spike a second helping."
Kathy knew there was no use arguing with her. She wasn't going to listen.
All protesting would do was get Spike another chance at her feet.
"Your ... gasp your ri...right, M...mrs Carlton," Kathy said, still
gasping for breath, "It wa me, all me. I forced your daughter into everything.
If she'd never met me, she'd still be a straight A student on her way to
college." It was a complete lie, and Kathy knew it. However, in the position
she ws in, helplessly cuffed to the bed, she could do nothing but tell Marcia
what she wanted to hear.
"Good girl, Kathy," Marcia said, "As we all know, the truth will set you
free."
"Free?" Marcia said hopefully. Maybe this ordeal was finally overwith.
"Free," said Marcia. "I think you've learned your lesson."
"I have! I swear."
" Good! You know, I almost believe you!"
"Almost!" Kathy's heart dropped.
"Almost," Marcia repeated, "A few more hours of tickling, and I can set
you free."
Kathy just laid their, horrified. What else could this woman do to her.
Marcia grinned. She took out a big pair of sewing sheers, "Before
photography, my hobby was sewing! I wasn't very good at the needle and thread
part, but I was great ath the cutting fabric part."
Kathy opened her mouth to beg, but just shut it. What was the point?
This woman was beyond listening. Kathy had the strongest feeling she was
really enjoying herself, no matter what she said about protecting her daughter.
Marcia slowly used the sheers to cut threw Kathy's T-shirt and bra,
leaving her breasts bare. Then she did the same to Kathy's shorts and panties,
leaving her totally naked. Kathy could just lie their, not truly believing it
was happening.
Marcia just stared at her now total naked prisoner. She ran a finger
around Kathy's breast and over her nipple, causing her to gigle than moan.
"Now Kathy," Marcia said in a slow voice, "My hobby used to be sewing,
then it was photography. Do you know what it is now?"
Kathy thought for a moment. Yes, she did! Alicia had been complaining
about her mother last week. She had told Kathy about the latest goofy thing
her mother was into now. What was it?
Suddenly, Kathy remembered. "No," Kathy wimpered, "No, Mrs Carlton,
please no. Please not that! Anything but that!"
"Yes," Marcia said, as she took left to get her supplies, "that."


What lies in store for poor Kathy? Will she ever escape her best friend's
mom's evil clutches? What dreadful fate does Marcia Carlton have planned for
her? And what is Marcia's latest hobby. anyway?

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Part 3

My mother always said "Good things come to those who wait." It remains to be
seen if the following is any good or not, but you have waited, and here it is.
Thanks too everyone who has e-mailed there support. It makes writing the next
story that much easier and more fun!

Note: Remember: All characters in this story are both fictional and over the
age of 18. Of course, fictional characters age in dog years, so that make them
all at least 126! So proceed at your own risk! There is also a tiny bit of
sex in this one, so all those who are under 18 (or 126 if you're not quite
real) GO AWAY!!!

Kathy lay in the bed, still spread eagle, with her wrists and ankles still
cuffed to the bedposts. The only thing that had changed in the two hours since
she'd been captured were her clothes. They had been literaly cut right off her
body, so now she was naked, and if anything even more helpless than before!
Marcia, had gone to bring back the equipment needed for her "Latest Hobby".
When Marcia returned, she would use that equipment to continue torturing her.
Nothing Kathy could say would stop this. All she could do was wait for the
inevitable.
Soon Marcia returned with a black briefcase. She glanced over her
prisoner from head to toe. When her glance met the 18 year olds breasts,
Marcia smiled "Maybe I should turn up the heat in here Kathy. Your so cold,
you're turning...hard!"
Kathy looked down, and sure enough, her nipples were fully erect. Kathy
blushed a bit at that one. She wasn't really used to people seeing her naked!
"Please," said Kathy, giving begging one more chance, "I've admited my
crime! I've corrupted your daughter! I've turned your sweet little girl into
a ... a hooligan! You've punished me for it! Why not just let me go! I'll be
good!" It was all a crock, of course. No one told Alicia Carlton anything,
not her mom and not her friends. Alicia did whatever Alicia wanted too.
Marcia refused to believe that.
Marcia replied by taking another picture of Kathy with the camera she'd
set up earlier. "You are so photgenic!" Marcia gloated, "Maybe I should send
that one to Penthouse!"
Marcia opened the black case, "You know what's in here, don't you Kathy?"
Kathy could only nod. "This is my latest hobby, and your latest torment! Tell
me what my hobby is, or I'll call Spike up here again!"
"Not that!" Kathy screamed. Alicia had told her what was in the case, and
Kathy wanted no part in it, but she also didn't want to give that damn golden
retreiver another chance to lick dinner of her feet. "Your latest hobby is..."
Kathy broke off. She just couldn't say it. It was to horrible.
"Is...," Marcia continued, "Painting! I've done several portraits
already! I think I'm quite good, but I think you'll be the ultimate judge of
that!" Marcia opened the black case, and turned it so Kathy could see. In
that case were at least 50 brushes of all sizes, as well as about 10 jars of
paint.
"A lot of people," Marcia began, "ask me why I need so many brushes." As
Marcia talked, she was starting to remove the jars of paint from the case and
open them. "They seem to think that the only difference between one brush and
another is it's size. They are wrong."
"The bristles of a brush," Marcia continued her lecture, "need to be
diferent too. You need some brushes that are as smooth as silk, some that are
as wiry and rough, and all kinds in between! Each different kind of bristle
gives the paint a different texture, a different look, on the canvas! You look
confused. Let me demonstrate!"
"NO!" Kathy screamed, but it was too late. Marcia already had a brush in
hand, and was stroking it over Kathy's left breast and nipple. "This would be
a very smooth soft brush," Marcia went on, "Feel how soft it is?"
Kathy had never been tickled on her breasts before. Brian, her tickling
ex-boyfriend, had always had other plans for those. She was totally unprepared
for the sensation. That soft brush sent tickles shooting down her breast, and
when it finally touched her nipple, Kathy went crazy.
"He he he he he he he he he he he no no no he he he he no no st... st st
he he he stoppppppppppppppp he heh he he he heh
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I think you'll find," Marcia said, still methodically running the brush
over Kathy's breast, "That this brush is softer than any feather you might
find." With that, Marcia picked up another brush, and began tickling Kathy's
other breast as well. doubling her torment.
Kathy was red-faced and totally out of breath before Marcia stopped.
"Hmm," Marcia said as Kathy tried to catch her breath, "Your nipples are even
harder than before!" As if to prove her theory, Marcia leaned down and kissed
first the left nipple, than the right.
Kathy hadn't been anticipating that at all. She couldn't help but moan at
that hot, wet sensation.
"My, my" Marcia said, "I think your enjoying this, arn't you Kathy?"
Kathy had been broken, she knew that. She had said everything Marcia had
told her too, had lied when Marcia had ordered her too, and had begged Marcia
for mercy. But this was too much. It would be the final surrender, to say
that she had enjoyed Marcia's tickle torture. Slowly, Kathy shook her head no.
"Pitty," Marcia said, putting away the brushes she had and taking out a
new one. "I think you're still lieing to me! Maybe this will get you to tell
me the truth!"
Marcia began running the brush over Kathy's left foot. It was one the
one's with the wiry bristles, and it drove Kathy wild. Spike's tongue had
touched every inch of her foot, but Marcia was more selective. She seemed to
know immediatly where Kathy's feet were the most vulnerable, on the balls of
her feet, and at the very bottom of her arch.
This was the worst tickling Kathy had endured yet! That brush was far
worse than Spike's tongue. She laughed and laughed. there was no holding
back, no fighting the feeling. Kathy laughed as had as she could, shew laughed
until her lungs hurt.
"Ha ha ha ha ha hahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhaaahahahahahahahaha"
Soon, Marcia found Kathy's absolute worst spot, on a crease right beneath
her big toe. She just kept swiping the brush over that spot over and over
again. "Tell me you love it Kathy," Marcia repeated, over and over again.
Soon, Kathy didn't have enough air to laugh. She just kept opening and
closing her mouth in silent torture. She would have passed out, but Marcia
knew when to slow down for a second so her victim would stay awake.
Somehow, Kathy did not give in. She just kept shaking her head no.
Finally, Marcia moved on to the next step. Keeping the brush on the spot
beneath Kathy's big toe on her left foot, Marcia found the exact same spot on
Kathy's right foot, and began flicking her fingernail over it. Finally, Kathy
broke. She shook her head yes.
"Say it," Marcia said after giving Kathy a chance to catch her breath.
"I...I ...enjoy enjoyit..." Kathy gasped.
"Enjoy what?" Marcia asked, moving the brush in the direction of her feet.
"Being tickled!" Kathy screamed, "I enjoy being tickled! I love it! I
love it!"
"I thought so," Marcia said. "I think I can let you go now."
"Really?" asked Kathy.
"Really," Marcia said, but first, "Marcia took up another brush, "Let me
paint your portrait."
Marcia proceeded to do just that. Unfortunatly for Kathy, she didn't usew
a canvas. Or, rather, Kathy was the canvas. Marcia dipped her brushes into
the paint and proceeded to create art. She painted a landscape over Kathy's
belly. She painted the words "Yes, I'm ticklish" all over Kathy's thighs. Se
painted two giant trees, one on each of Kathy's sides, running the brush over
and between her delicate ribs. Each armpit was turned into a smiley face.
Kathy's feet were turned into monsters, and each toe given it's own face. By
the time Marciai was done, not an inch below Kathy's neck was left without
paint on it.
Kathy laughed and shriked, smiled and chuckled. She never begged or
pleaded. She needed all her breath for laughter.
Finally, when it was done, and all of the paint had dried, Kathy was
indeed released. By that time, she was so weak from all of the tickling and
the laughter, she could barely walk, never mind trying to get her revenge on
Marcia.
It was still a warm night, so Marcia let Kathy go out into the night air
naked. At least she had the paint to cover her. Before Kathy left, Marcia
gave her several of the photgraphs she had taken. There were photos of her
naked, of her having her feet liked by the dog, and of her covered by paint.
In most of them, she was laughing hysterically.
"Remember," Marcia said, "I have copies of all those picture. "I also
have a copy of Alicia's e-mail address book that I copied when I went into her
AOL account. If I ever hear about you doing anything with my daughter again,
I'll scan those pictures in and send it to everyone on the list. You'll be the
laughing stock of your High School."
Kathy knew it was true. Those pictures would keep getting passed around
until everyone in school had seen them. They'd be printed out, and posted on
websites.She'd become a joke.
Kathy left quickly, climbing out the window she had come in a few hours
ago, vowing never to talk to Alicia again. She only hoped no one would see her
walking naked and covered with paint throigh the streets of the city!

The End!
 
This is a good story, but was not the one im looking for. The one im looking for has the mother being tickled as well, and does not involve paint or a dog

thanks though for trying, I appreciate it
 
Is it this????

Goth the ticklish:
Chapter One:

"Where have you been young lady?" Leila's mother asked, stepping in front of her eighteen year old daughter. Leila was a tall beautiful girl, but as her mother nicely put it she had destroyed her looks with pierceings, and her like of black clothes. Leila rolled her eyes as she walked be her mother, ignoring her question.

"Hey!" Her mother screamed. "What the fuck!" Leila screamed, as she turned around crossing her arms. Her mother shook with rage, "you will not use that language with me..." She said, with white hot anger. "Just stay out of my face." Leila said. With that she turned her back and half jogged up a longe staircase and into her room where she shut and locked her door.

Leila hated when her mother told her what to do, what to wear, and scoleded her like a five year old when she came in an hour after mid-night! She never understood her mother. Leila pushed the thoughts out of her mind as she took her clothes off and replaced them with something similar with what she was wearing. Black was Leila's favorite color, she was a goth chick.

Leila was barefoot as she climbed into bed, she didn't realise how tired she was after her date with Kelly. Her secret lover... Leila's eyes drifted closed as she relived her date with kelly and how great of a time they have together. Soon she was fast asleep, as her mother crept into her room.

Leila's mom first checked the door knob on Leila's door and felt that it was locked. This made her smile, Leila's mom's name is Sharren a silmple blonde, blue eyed woman. Sharren knew of special stick-like keys that fit all the lockable doors in the house. Leila's room wasn't safe. Slipping her hand in her pocket Sharren produced such a key and slipped it into the door.

Leila's door swung wide open, a small light shown into the room from the bathroom. Sharren saw that Leila was fast asleep. "Honey are you awake?" Sharren called. No answer. Sharren crept into Leila's room and first went into one of the nightstands beside her bed. Openning the top drawer she fished out two pairs of Leila's fish-net stockings and wrapped them around Leila's wrists and ankles. When she went to close the nightstand she noticed a small book lying under the other stockings. She pulled it out and read as she walked out of the room.

Chapter Two:

"MOM!" Leila screamed as loud as she could when she awoke to see she had been tied to her bed. "MOM!" Leila screamed even louder. "Yes hon?" Sharren said, popping her head into Sheila's room. "What is it?" She asked. "What do you think?" Leila said, shaking her arms and legs. Sharren chuckled. "I did that last night so you wouldn't fall out of bed." Sharren said, stepping into the room.

"Why?" Leila asked. "Because I'm going to teach you something very important. A lesson." Sharren said. Leila was furious as she struggled against the knots. Sharren laughed as she sat ont he edge of Leila's bed. "You ticklish dear?" Sharren asked, as she slowly started to lay across from Leila's feet. Her toes were facing towards the floor, and at the word "ticklish" Leila squeeled and started to wiggle her toes. "No mom please..." Leila begged. Sharren ran a finger down Leila's feet causing Leila to giggle and squeel louder.

" hehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
haha!!!"

Leila couldn't move her legs or feet, and Sharren laughed with her victim as she tickled Leila's feet harder and harder. Leila wiggled her toes as fast as she could and wiggled her feet, but it didn't do her any good. She was helpless. "Please stop mommy." Leila begged through her laughter. "Mommy..." Sharen thought "she hasn't called me that in ten years." Sharren continued to tickle Leila's feet lounger and harder. Once in a while she played with her little toes sending Leila into a higher fit of laughter.

Sharren finally gave her daughter a break as she sat up from Leila's feet and laid on top of Leila's back, her face close to her daughters. "I bet your sorry for cussing, huh?" Sharren asked. Leila nodded her head, but Sharren just laughed. "I bet you want me to show some mercy and let you go." Again Leila nodded her head. Seconds passed as Sharren slowly said her next sentence. "I bet you wish that I would tickle your sides some before I do let you go." Leila was about to protest when Sharren's fingers slipped under Leila's shirt and she found the soft places under them.

" hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahaha!!!"

Leila screamed at the top of her lungs, but it didn't do her any good. She wiggled and giggled louder than ever. Sharren laughed too, she used to tickle her daughter before, but only for fun now it was punishment. Tears streamed down Leila's face as her laughter turned harder, still the tickling raged on. Sharren laughed even louder as she moved her finger up and down her sides and sometimes dipping her fingers into the poor girls armpits. "Please stop!" Leila cried, and finally Sharren gave her daughter another break.

Sharren laughed as she climbed off the bed. "Hold on hun, I have someone who wants to meet you." Sharren left the room and when she came back Kelly was standing next to Sharren. "Last night when I was tying you up I came across your diary and little Kelly here." Sharren said. "If you think when I tickled you it was bad, wait until I tickled Kelly here." Sharren said. "Kelly!" Leila whined. Kelly only shook her head as Sharren led the girl away.

Chapter Three:

Kelly sobbed as Sharren bounded her hands above her head. Sharren was tying poor Kelly to her bed only she was lying on her back. Kelly was scared for many reasons, and many thoughts were flying through her head. She was afraid of being tickled, and she didn't want to lose Leila. Kelly squirmed a bit as Sharren eased off Kelly's shoes exposing her white socks, her toes wiggled a bit in them. Sharren wrapped a stocking around her ankles leaving Kelly helpless. "Is the baby ready to laugh?" Sharren teased as she ran her fingers lightly over Kelly's soles. Kelly's body buckled and she wiggled her feet.

"hehehe...no...please..." Kelly started to beg, but deep down she knew it wouldn't do her any good. The tickling picked up, Sharrens fingers started to scratch the middles of Kelly's feet instead of scrapping them, and soon Kelly was in a fit of ticklish laughter.

" hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
hahahaha!!!"

Kelly shook her head and wiggled even harder hoping to end the torture, she only agreed to this punishment so that she could be with Leila. Sharren didn't beilieve in Lesbian relashionships. Sharren started to laugh again and tease Kelly with things like... "Poor babies feet like to be tickled?" Kelly screamed in ticklish agony, but no mercy was shown.

"Please...stop...hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Her pleas were left unheard. The tickling picked up as Sharren pulled her socks off and started to tickle them straight on with her sharp finger nails, running them up and down her ticklish soles. What sent Kelly into deeper fits was when Sharren dug her nails into Kelly's toes. Kelly's eyes shot open and she struggled harder.

"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Tears started to run down Kelly's cheeks. And when Sharren saw this she laughed even harder herself. "My daughters girl friend not likeing her tickles?" She asked. Kelly shook her head, her face was red, and her stomach heaved harder. "Ah..." Sharren said, as she climbed off the bed. Kelly breathed hard letting oxygen fill her lungs. It seemed she had been tickled for hours. Kelly starred into the face of Sharren and said "Please let me go." Her voice trembled. Sharren said. "Ok, but your not to see my Leila ever again. And she still has some tickles coming to her." Sharren said. Kelly started to whine agian, but Sharren knew her answer so she promptly sat on the floor near her bed and pulled Kellys toes back and started to rake her fingers over the soles.

"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" Kelly screamed and wiggled, but she couldn't get away, she couldn't even move her foot anymore. Kelly wiggled her torso and tried to pull her feet away to no avail. The minutes ticked by and Kelly screamed louder and her giggles turned into sobs. Sharren didn't stop she tickled the same foot. She scratched the heels, ran a single finger up the middle of her foot, and than tickled the bridge of her toes. Kelly's laughter started to die down, same with her screams, and soon she was only moaning and hardly moving at all. Sharren stopped, she didn't want this ticklish thing to pass out. Sharren stood and walked out of the room leaving Kelly there alone.

Kelly breathed hard, her chest heaved, and her sides hurt from all the laughing. Sweat and tears beaded off her face causing it to itch. She moved her self in discomfort to wipe it off, but her arms couldn't reach her head. Kelly sighed, she thought that she had better rest up cause she knew she was going to be tickled even more. Half an hour passed and Sharren still hadn't come back. Kelly nearly nodded off when she heard foot steps racing down the hall. She knew Sharren was coming back. Instead Leila walked in.

"How did you get away?" Kelly asked. Leila started to untie Kelly's feet. "I told mom that I would never see you again. And when she untied me I tackled her." Leila said, finally undoing Kelly's arms, Kelly quickly wrapped her arms around Leila's waiste and started to cry, Leila stroked her head. "Don't worry, I would never stop seeing you." Leila said. Kelly sniffed and whipped the tears away. "Where's your mom?" Kelly asked. "Tied to my bed. I say we get some revenge." Leila said. Kelly nodded and smiled devilishly. "I have a great idea." Kelly said.

Chapter Four:

Leila and Kelly walked back into the room Sharren was tied up in. Kelly saw that Leila had tied Sharren's arms behind her back and her ankles were tied together. She laid on her stomach on the bed, her toes faced the floor as her feet hung over the end of the bed. Leila and Kelly both carried in a bucket full of supplies to help them tickle mother dearest. "Where should we start?" Leila asked, sheepishly starring at her mothers pretty feet. Sharren squeeled. "You better not!" Leila and Kelly laughed as they set down the supplies near the end of the bed. Leila pulled out a bottle of syrup and dumped it over Sharrens soles. "What are you doing?" Sharren asked, but before she knew it Leila ran her tounge over her feet.

"hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" Sharren giggled. Kelly joined in as she too ran her tounge over Sharren's feet, both girls licked hungerly untilt he syrup was gone. Leila promptly poured more one and both girls agian licked it off. Shareens face turned pink as she giggled and tried to wiggle free, but she like the girls before her, was helpless. Kelly and Leila started to laugh with Sharren as they again started to lick the syrup off her feet. Leila ran her tounge between Sharrens toes, and Kelly started to nibble on the heels. Sharren screamed and wiggled, but it didn't help soon the syrup bottle was empty and Sharren's feet were sticky. "I'll be back!" Leila said, as she got to her feet and left the room. Kelly laughed again. Leila came back carrying another bucket. She sat it down and Kelly reached in and pulled out a wet wash cloth. There both girls started to wash off Sharren's feet. Kelly spent a lot of time on her toes.

"hahahahahahahahahaha...please...stop...hahahahaha!!!" Again the girls laughed. When they were down washing Sharren's feet, they climbed up on the bed. "How ticklish are your sides?" Kelly asked, as she dug her fingers into Sharrens ribs. Sharren screamed and started to wiggle, but Leila kept her on the bed by sitting on Sharrens legs.

"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" Sharren had a beautiful laugh, and Kelly wanted to her more. She vigorously tickled up and down Sharren's sides, Leila's started to tickle her thighs by squeezing them. Sharren screamed louder and started to wiggle again. Both girls started to laugh with there victim.

After a minute the girls stopped and rolled Sharren onto her back. Sharren looked up at the girls breathing hard and said. "If you let me go now, you can see each other." The girls looked at each other and laughed harder. Kelly sat on Sharren's waist and started to poke Sharren's ribs. "No!!!" Sharren screamed, but Kelly didn't stop. Leila was back down at Sharren's feet. Grabbing one of them and putting it into a football hold she started to scratch the sole mercilessly.

"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" Sharren kick and screamed, but she couldn't get away from the tickles. Her chest heaved, and her belly bounced as her torso wiggled, but it wasn't enough to escape. "I don't think she likes the tickles." Leila teased, not letting up on her foot tickling. Kelly laughed as she grabbed Sharren's sides and started to tickle them agian. Sharren screamed louder and wiggled harder, but she couldn't go any where. Her face turned pink to red and tears streamed down her face. "Please...stop...." Sharren begged.

"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" The girls picked up the tickling sending Sharren into another fit of laughter, before they turned into sobs. Her movements started to slow down, and her head seemed like it was swimming. Leila stopped and told Kelly to stop. They stood by Sharren for a moment when Leila said. "We can't have her passing out." She said. Kelly nodded as she wrapped her arms agian around Leila's waist, Leila wrapped her's around Kelly's arms. Sharren's eyes were barely open when she looked up at them. "Is it over?" She asked. Both girls started to laugh...

THE END
 
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