This little number is what I call Carrie’s birthday. It won’t be for some, and it won’t be for the others 
But I hope you enjoy it. It’s my usual so no kiddies can be reading this!
Carrie was your typical girl next door. Not a model but by no means ugly. She was always the shy one hiding behind her glasses and brown eyes. Her brown hair would shine in the sun as it swayed just below her shoulders. Although a bit heavy for some guys standards she really wasn’t fat. Her hips and legs bore most of her weight. She had just a hint of a belly but it became invisible when she laid down. And her small but firm breasts were just right as the old saying goes, “More than a handful is a waste”. Her skin was smooth and soft. She rarely wore makeup but then again she had that special something about her that makeup would just take away from.
It was her 24th birthday today and Jon, her boy friend, had made plans for a night out. She rushed home from work to get ready and found Jon already there. She didn’t know what it was about him but she always got butter flies in her stomach whenever he was around. Even after all this time of being with him. She gave him a hug and a quick kiss before rushing off to the shower. Jon was excited as they were going to a new place tonight and hoped she would like it. Carrie came out of the shower a few minutes later wrapped in a large terrycloth towel and bubbling with excitement.
“What should I wear?” She asked gleefully.
“Just something casual. We don’t need to dress up to go to this place.” Jon said sitting there in a pair of jeans and button up shirt.
“Ok.” Carrie said turning for the bed room before turning to look over her shoulder and wrinkling her nose. She teased him smiling and pointing her butt at him before sticking out her tongue and skipping off. A few minutes later she strolled out wearing her favorite flower pattern sleeveless shirt, cream colored capri pants and sandals that showed off her cutely pink painted toes. “So sweetie.” She said waltzing over to him and sitting on his lap. “Where are you taking me tonight?”
“I thought something different for tonight.” He said wrapping his arms around her waist. “I have reservations at Kings & Queens at 7".
“Oh really? I hear they have a really good food and a live show.” Carrie smiled.
“Me too, but we better get going if we are gonna get there on time.” Jon said planting a kiss on her upper arm.
They arrived and entered what looked like castle gates before being greeted by a woman wearing a long plain brown dress, what looked like a cloth shower cap on her head and peaking out from under her dress were a pair of swede leather boots. Jon gave her his name and said he had reservations.
“Yes m’lord, thou art in 3-b. M’lady be holding thine day of birth with us this eve?” The woman said speaking in an english accent.
“Yes.” Carry smiled and blushed. “It’s my 24th birthday today.”
The woman smiled and spoke again. “M’lady is still but a lass. I bid thee follow.” The woman motioned with her arm and escorted them to their booth. It was large and mostly private. The chairs and table was fit for a king and queen, to say nothing about the view. They were directly across from the kings throne and just as high. A perfect view of the arena for the nights entertainment. “De wench Elli wilts serve m’lord and lady this eve.” The woman said as she bowed and closed the 3/4 door to the booth.
Carry was bubbly with excitement and took Jon’s hand in hers. “This is so different and exciting, I love it sweetie.” She said smiling.
After a “feeding” of the most amazing BBQ ribs, salad, baked potato’s, grilled corn on the cobb and stuffed mushrooms the real entertainment began. The jesters and other performers were ushered out of the arena to make way for a royal jousting tournament followed by a demonstration of various other medieval fighting weapons. Including a very impressive demonstration of archery skills. After which the King spoke. “Lords and ladies this eve we have amongst us a lass whom’s day of birth has comest.” A light shown down on Carrie and Jon. “I bid thee comest hither.” The King said and waved his hand motioning for them to come to him. He stepped out of his booth and made his way to the arena floor.
Carrie was blushing profusely and looking down quite embarrassed. “Oh my god Jon you did this on purpose!” She said in a squeaky voice.
Actually Jon had no idea what was going on. He did remember mentioning when he made the reservations that it was for his girl friends birthday, but never planned this. “I didn’t do anything sweetie, I swear! I don’t know what is going on.” He said looking as surprised as she was.
They both got up and was shown to the arena floor by their serving wench Elli. Carrie was so embarrassed and nervous standing in the center of the arena. The focus of the audience’s attention. “Lords and ladies.” The King began to speak. “This eve be the day of birth for this lass. A joyous occasion indeed. Be it by my proclamation tis shall be an eve of rapturous laughter.” As the King spoke the jester wheeled out an ominous looking device. The King leaned close to Jon and Carrie and spoke softly so the audience wouldn’t hear. “Just play along. It’s all just harmless fun and more of a show for the audience than anything. I can see your nervous, but don’t be. There is nothing or no one here that will hurt you. And in a minute we’ll turn the lights down so you wont even see all the other people.”
Jon and Carrie looked confused but nodded. The kings guards took Carrie’s hands and placed them in manacles. The escorted her to the wooden machine and sat her down on the bench. Jon watched as they had her place her legs on the bench with her ankles resting in half moon cut out,s. “M’lords and ladies.” The King began to speak. “The device thou see’ist be for those whom, in day’s long past, be judged to the dungeon. It be a device to extract truth and be’ist to inflict torturous punishments.” With that said the guards lowered a large block of wood down fitting the half moon cutout’s snugly over the tops of Carrie’s ankles before clicking a large rusty lock to a hasp locking it in place. Carrie was more than a bit nervous by this point but the guards was whispering to her and comforting her with kind words. The lights over the audience went black leaving only the center of the arena lit.”This eve.” The King continued. “The lass wilst endure but a moment of one such punishment.” The guards lifted Carrie’s arms and hooked her manacles to a hook high on the back rest of the bench. “Although save’ed for aristocrats whatst follows be’est like non other.” The King looked at Jon and whispered. “This won’t hurt her a bit, don’t worry. But please feel free to jump in any time.” He handed Jon a few long feathers from his jacket pocket. “Keep these as a memento of the show.” He said then moved to Carrie’s side.
Carrie was quite nervous. Not only was she the center of attention for all these people but not knowing what was going to happen seemed even worse. It was about this time her predicament sunk in. She was locked into this bench by her ankles and her arms were stretched almost tightly over her head. She couldn’t get up or get away if she tried. Then she saw the feather the King was holding and her eyes flew open wide. “W-wait! What are you going to do?” She squeaked out in a whisper. “No-no-no-no-no please! Oh my god please don’t tickle me!” Carrie had only been tickled while growing up but it was enough to leave a lasting impression. Only she knew how ticklish she was and hated it. Just the thought of it made her skin bump up and butter flies swarm in her stomach. The King just smiled and lowered the long soft feather to her neck. He began fluttering it under her ear and around to under her chin. Carrie twisted and giggled. She tried to catch the feather with her neck but it was quickly moved to her elbow. She giggled and gasped as the feather trailed down her soft arm to her armpit. When the feather reached her smooth pit she squealed loudly and jumped before spewing laughter. The King reached for another feather and began lightly stroking up and down both arms. Carrie squealed and laughed as she twisted furiously trying to escape the electric sensations shooting through her tender arms. Jon stood there in amazement at her plight. But was becoming quite excited watching her wriggle and her laughter had always been intoxicating to him but this was some how different. More intense. More exciting. Carrie gasped and laughed. “Ahahaha p-p-pleasssseeee hehehe sto hahaha pppp.” It was at this time the King moved to the end of the bench and began pulling the feather slowly along her exposed toes. Carrie went ballistic laughing and wriggling violently in her bonds. “EEEEHEHEHE NOOOOHOHOHOHO OHHO MY GO HAHADDD NOTTTEHEHE MYYY FEEEETTTT HEHEHEE!!!”. She squealed out loudly. Jon was feeling a burning excitement deep in his stomach and couldn’t help but step up and slip the straps down over her soft heels letting her feet free of the soft leather. He started dragging the feathers slowly up and down her creamy soft pink soles. Carrie had forgot all about the crowd which was now laughing and ooh’ing along with her. Her mind was racing with tickling sensations shooting up her legs and her body was beginning to tremble uncontrollably. But when Jon drug the feather between her big toe she lost all control. She actually screamed before going into silent laughter and her body going limp.
The tickling stopped. All and all it only lasted about 5 minutes but to Carrie it seemed like a lifetime. The crowd was roaring with laughter and cheers. Jon couldn’t see but swore this exhibition received a standing ovation. The King started addressing the crowd. “M’lords and ladies. Thou canst see even a moment in time be’ist a life time.” Carrie was breathing deeply and giggling still as the guards unlocked the stocks and pulled her arms down taking off the manacles. “You too did great.” The King whispered. “And your reactions were the best acting I have seen yet.” He told Carrie. Although there was no acting on her part. “Kings and Queens thankests thou for coming and we bid thou a well night and god’s speed.” The King and guards talked to Jon and Carrie for a while after the show. It took about 10 minutes for Carrie to regain her composer after her ordeal. She had never told Jon about her ticklishness but now he knew. And he liked it, so much more than he should.
They made their way back home and Jon couldn’t stop thinking about the fun he had and the feeling he got from seeing her tickled. To say nothing about the ticking he did. He began formulating a plan for the rest of her birthday night.
To be continued.....
But I hope you enjoy it. It’s my usual so no kiddies can be reading this! Carrie was your typical girl next door. Not a model but by no means ugly. She was always the shy one hiding behind her glasses and brown eyes. Her brown hair would shine in the sun as it swayed just below her shoulders. Although a bit heavy for some guys standards she really wasn’t fat. Her hips and legs bore most of her weight. She had just a hint of a belly but it became invisible when she laid down. And her small but firm breasts were just right as the old saying goes, “More than a handful is a waste”. Her skin was smooth and soft. She rarely wore makeup but then again she had that special something about her that makeup would just take away from.
It was her 24th birthday today and Jon, her boy friend, had made plans for a night out. She rushed home from work to get ready and found Jon already there. She didn’t know what it was about him but she always got butter flies in her stomach whenever he was around. Even after all this time of being with him. She gave him a hug and a quick kiss before rushing off to the shower. Jon was excited as they were going to a new place tonight and hoped she would like it. Carrie came out of the shower a few minutes later wrapped in a large terrycloth towel and bubbling with excitement.
“What should I wear?” She asked gleefully.
“Just something casual. We don’t need to dress up to go to this place.” Jon said sitting there in a pair of jeans and button up shirt.
“Ok.” Carrie said turning for the bed room before turning to look over her shoulder and wrinkling her nose. She teased him smiling and pointing her butt at him before sticking out her tongue and skipping off. A few minutes later she strolled out wearing her favorite flower pattern sleeveless shirt, cream colored capri pants and sandals that showed off her cutely pink painted toes. “So sweetie.” She said waltzing over to him and sitting on his lap. “Where are you taking me tonight?”
“I thought something different for tonight.” He said wrapping his arms around her waist. “I have reservations at Kings & Queens at 7".
“Oh really? I hear they have a really good food and a live show.” Carrie smiled.
“Me too, but we better get going if we are gonna get there on time.” Jon said planting a kiss on her upper arm.
They arrived and entered what looked like castle gates before being greeted by a woman wearing a long plain brown dress, what looked like a cloth shower cap on her head and peaking out from under her dress were a pair of swede leather boots. Jon gave her his name and said he had reservations.
“Yes m’lord, thou art in 3-b. M’lady be holding thine day of birth with us this eve?” The woman said speaking in an english accent.
“Yes.” Carry smiled and blushed. “It’s my 24th birthday today.”
The woman smiled and spoke again. “M’lady is still but a lass. I bid thee follow.” The woman motioned with her arm and escorted them to their booth. It was large and mostly private. The chairs and table was fit for a king and queen, to say nothing about the view. They were directly across from the kings throne and just as high. A perfect view of the arena for the nights entertainment. “De wench Elli wilts serve m’lord and lady this eve.” The woman said as she bowed and closed the 3/4 door to the booth.
Carry was bubbly with excitement and took Jon’s hand in hers. “This is so different and exciting, I love it sweetie.” She said smiling.
After a “feeding” of the most amazing BBQ ribs, salad, baked potato’s, grilled corn on the cobb and stuffed mushrooms the real entertainment began. The jesters and other performers were ushered out of the arena to make way for a royal jousting tournament followed by a demonstration of various other medieval fighting weapons. Including a very impressive demonstration of archery skills. After which the King spoke. “Lords and ladies this eve we have amongst us a lass whom’s day of birth has comest.” A light shown down on Carrie and Jon. “I bid thee comest hither.” The King said and waved his hand motioning for them to come to him. He stepped out of his booth and made his way to the arena floor.
Carrie was blushing profusely and looking down quite embarrassed. “Oh my god Jon you did this on purpose!” She said in a squeaky voice.
Actually Jon had no idea what was going on. He did remember mentioning when he made the reservations that it was for his girl friends birthday, but never planned this. “I didn’t do anything sweetie, I swear! I don’t know what is going on.” He said looking as surprised as she was.
They both got up and was shown to the arena floor by their serving wench Elli. Carrie was so embarrassed and nervous standing in the center of the arena. The focus of the audience’s attention. “Lords and ladies.” The King began to speak. “This eve be the day of birth for this lass. A joyous occasion indeed. Be it by my proclamation tis shall be an eve of rapturous laughter.” As the King spoke the jester wheeled out an ominous looking device. The King leaned close to Jon and Carrie and spoke softly so the audience wouldn’t hear. “Just play along. It’s all just harmless fun and more of a show for the audience than anything. I can see your nervous, but don’t be. There is nothing or no one here that will hurt you. And in a minute we’ll turn the lights down so you wont even see all the other people.”
Jon and Carrie looked confused but nodded. The kings guards took Carrie’s hands and placed them in manacles. The escorted her to the wooden machine and sat her down on the bench. Jon watched as they had her place her legs on the bench with her ankles resting in half moon cut out,s. “M’lords and ladies.” The King began to speak. “The device thou see’ist be for those whom, in day’s long past, be judged to the dungeon. It be a device to extract truth and be’ist to inflict torturous punishments.” With that said the guards lowered a large block of wood down fitting the half moon cutout’s snugly over the tops of Carrie’s ankles before clicking a large rusty lock to a hasp locking it in place. Carrie was more than a bit nervous by this point but the guards was whispering to her and comforting her with kind words. The lights over the audience went black leaving only the center of the arena lit.”This eve.” The King continued. “The lass wilst endure but a moment of one such punishment.” The guards lifted Carrie’s arms and hooked her manacles to a hook high on the back rest of the bench. “Although save’ed for aristocrats whatst follows be’est like non other.” The King looked at Jon and whispered. “This won’t hurt her a bit, don’t worry. But please feel free to jump in any time.” He handed Jon a few long feathers from his jacket pocket. “Keep these as a memento of the show.” He said then moved to Carrie’s side.
Carrie was quite nervous. Not only was she the center of attention for all these people but not knowing what was going to happen seemed even worse. It was about this time her predicament sunk in. She was locked into this bench by her ankles and her arms were stretched almost tightly over her head. She couldn’t get up or get away if she tried. Then she saw the feather the King was holding and her eyes flew open wide. “W-wait! What are you going to do?” She squeaked out in a whisper. “No-no-no-no-no please! Oh my god please don’t tickle me!” Carrie had only been tickled while growing up but it was enough to leave a lasting impression. Only she knew how ticklish she was and hated it. Just the thought of it made her skin bump up and butter flies swarm in her stomach. The King just smiled and lowered the long soft feather to her neck. He began fluttering it under her ear and around to under her chin. Carrie twisted and giggled. She tried to catch the feather with her neck but it was quickly moved to her elbow. She giggled and gasped as the feather trailed down her soft arm to her armpit. When the feather reached her smooth pit she squealed loudly and jumped before spewing laughter. The King reached for another feather and began lightly stroking up and down both arms. Carrie squealed and laughed as she twisted furiously trying to escape the electric sensations shooting through her tender arms. Jon stood there in amazement at her plight. But was becoming quite excited watching her wriggle and her laughter had always been intoxicating to him but this was some how different. More intense. More exciting. Carrie gasped and laughed. “Ahahaha p-p-pleasssseeee hehehe sto hahaha pppp.” It was at this time the King moved to the end of the bench and began pulling the feather slowly along her exposed toes. Carrie went ballistic laughing and wriggling violently in her bonds. “EEEEHEHEHE NOOOOHOHOHOHO OHHO MY GO HAHADDD NOTTTEHEHE MYYY FEEEETTTT HEHEHEE!!!”. She squealed out loudly. Jon was feeling a burning excitement deep in his stomach and couldn’t help but step up and slip the straps down over her soft heels letting her feet free of the soft leather. He started dragging the feathers slowly up and down her creamy soft pink soles. Carrie had forgot all about the crowd which was now laughing and ooh’ing along with her. Her mind was racing with tickling sensations shooting up her legs and her body was beginning to tremble uncontrollably. But when Jon drug the feather between her big toe she lost all control. She actually screamed before going into silent laughter and her body going limp.
The tickling stopped. All and all it only lasted about 5 minutes but to Carrie it seemed like a lifetime. The crowd was roaring with laughter and cheers. Jon couldn’t see but swore this exhibition received a standing ovation. The King started addressing the crowd. “M’lords and ladies. Thou canst see even a moment in time be’ist a life time.” Carrie was breathing deeply and giggling still as the guards unlocked the stocks and pulled her arms down taking off the manacles. “You too did great.” The King whispered. “And your reactions were the best acting I have seen yet.” He told Carrie. Although there was no acting on her part. “Kings and Queens thankests thou for coming and we bid thou a well night and god’s speed.” The King and guards talked to Jon and Carrie for a while after the show. It took about 10 minutes for Carrie to regain her composer after her ordeal. She had never told Jon about her ticklishness but now he knew. And he liked it, so much more than he should.
They made their way back home and Jon couldn’t stop thinking about the fun he had and the feeling he got from seeing her tickled. To say nothing about the ticking he did. He began formulating a plan for the rest of her birthday night.
To be continued.....
Great story foosboy!!! I actually envied her up there!!!
