Bridget Hennessey had screwed up again. She needed to achieve a fine grade to receive a passing grade for her science class for the semester, and was ordered to study as hard as possible. Yet, when her mom, Kate, came down to the kitchen for her midnight snack on the Saturday night before the big exam on Monday, she found her daughter not studying, but assleep, in a chair, at the dining room table, not working, and not doing what she was supposed to. If Bridget did not pass the exam, she would not pass the science class, be forced to go to summer school, and perhaps, be left back one whole semester or year. Finally, Kate knew she had to do something about her bumbling, lackadasical daughter.
Quietly approaching her daughter, and not wanting to wake her up, Kate secured Bridget's hands, and bare feet, and tied them to the chair she was working at. Then, slowly, she began to implement her punishment, whispering: "Kitchy, kooo, princess sleepyhead" as her daughter wiggled her neck and moved around: "MMM, stop tickles!" Bridget mumbled in her sleep. Kate had decided she would wake her daughter up, and make sure she studied, so she wiggled her fingers more on her daughter's neck, causing Bridget to wiggle her head more, and wake up. "Mom! OMFG! What the hell am I doing tied to this chair!???" "Bridget, you are a bad girl, and you will be taught a lesson. I will finally make sure you learn the lesson, so you achieve your lessons well" With that, to Bridget's amazement, Kate proceeded to wiggle her fingers playfully, and then faster, and more forcefully, on her daughter's neck, and in her pits, squealing: "Kitchy, kitchy koo, princess lazy, I will make sure you arent being lazy anymore, and do what you need to to pass this test" The tickling was maddening, Bridget bucked like a bull at the sensations that traveled through her armpits, and the rest of her body, as she began to shriek, and in futility, pull her arms away, because she was tied up: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE! MOOMMM! NOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PLEEEEEASSEEE STOPPPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Kate wasnt anywhere near being done with her daughter in terms of the tickling. She ran her fingers from Bridget's armpits, and across her mega ticklish belly, and ribs, counting each rib up and down, fron lower belly, to just under her bra cup, and driving Bridget beserk, as her girlish laughter became more high pitched, with each rib that Kate touched:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE! MOMMMM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! I CANT STAND IT NOOOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!: Bridget screamed and squealed, as Kate's maddening long red fingernails counted each rib,and made their way over her mega ticklish belly.
Kate knew that an opportunity like this might not come along again, and she intended to make the most of it, whispering: "Kitchy, kitchy koo, my scatterbrained daughter", she wiggled her fingers in Bridget's waist, and on her hipbones, her long red nails making their way across her waist, and causing high octave laughter: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG NOOOO! THE WAIST! NOOOO! HEHEHEHEYHEHEHEHEHEHEEHE! STOPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Finally, Kate made her way down to the floor. With her daughter's legs outstreched, and secured to the chair, she began the tickle torture on Bridget's worst spot, the feet: "Mom, not the feet, please, I'll do anything!" Bridget's fears fell on deaf ears, as, cooing a taunting, "Kitchy, koo", Kate Hennessy began running her long red fingernails over Bridget's left sole, and under her toes, causing Bridget's toes to flex back hard, and causing her to erupt with hysterical girlish giggles: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEY! MOM! OMG PLEASE NOT THE FEEET NOOOOOO! HEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHE! Next, Kate's long red fingernails traveled to Bridget's highly sensitive left sole, her long nails tracing the sole and toes of her daughter's foot, as she whispered: "Kitchy, kitchy kitchy, koo, ticklish princess", and Bridget squealed again with uncontrollable laughter, her ribs beginning to hurt from laughing:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG MOM! NOOOOOOOO! PLEASSEEE!HEYEYHEYEYHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Kate then took a stiff red feather from a nearby pillow, and using the long red feather, and teasing Bridget with:" Kitchy koo", she ran the feather over Bridget's left and then right sole, and swirled it under, and inbetween her ten toes, acting as if the tickling was play to her, while it was unmerciful for her daughter, as Bridget filled the room with squeals again:HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE! MOM! OMG! I CANT STAND IT! PLEASE STOP! IAM GONNA LOSE CONTROL! NO MORE TICKLING! NOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHE!
The most tortorous of the tickling was yet to come, as Kate took out a vibrating electric massager, and ran it over Bridget's soft left sole, and then her right one, and over and inbetween, and under her ten toes, playfully giving her daughter the "kitchy koo" taunt, as Bridget squealed with uncontrollable laughter, and tears began coming to her eyes:HEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEE! MOM! OMG PLEASE NOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! I CANT STAND IT! IAM GONNA LOSE CONTROL! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Finally, for the summit of the tickle torture, Kate summoned the family dog, spot, to the seat where Bridget was sitting. Kate motioned to the floor, and made a licking motion with her mouth, knowing that the dog's long tounge would drive Bridget over the edge. Finally, the dog understood, and began hungrily licking Bridget's bare soles, one, then the other, and wiggling his tounge under her toes. This drove Bridget over the edge, she squealed with uncontrollable laughter, her ribs sore from laughing, and her eyes red from crying, begging for mercy! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE! OMG NOT THE DOGS TONGUE! GET HIM OFFF MOOMMM! I'LL DO ANYTHING NO MORE! IAM GOING TO PEEEEEEE! HEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEE! Finally, Kate instructed the dog to leave Bridget alone, and gave the terms: "Bridget, you can and will do better in school. If you pass, you will be left alone. If you fail, you will be tickled, every night, until you pass. We will get you. I promise you" Kate said. "Okay, okay, mom. I get it, pleeeease untie me. I have to go pee" Bridget begged. Finally, Kate untied her daughter, and Bridget went to take care of some important business.
After going back to bed, Kate was satistifed that she had accomplished her mission. She knew Bridget would get better grades so as not to have to go through that again. Or else it would be more of "8 simple ways to get my teenage daughter to get better grades"
The End
Quietly approaching her daughter, and not wanting to wake her up, Kate secured Bridget's hands, and bare feet, and tied them to the chair she was working at. Then, slowly, she began to implement her punishment, whispering: "Kitchy, kooo, princess sleepyhead" as her daughter wiggled her neck and moved around: "MMM, stop tickles!" Bridget mumbled in her sleep. Kate had decided she would wake her daughter up, and make sure she studied, so she wiggled her fingers more on her daughter's neck, causing Bridget to wiggle her head more, and wake up. "Mom! OMFG! What the hell am I doing tied to this chair!???" "Bridget, you are a bad girl, and you will be taught a lesson. I will finally make sure you learn the lesson, so you achieve your lessons well" With that, to Bridget's amazement, Kate proceeded to wiggle her fingers playfully, and then faster, and more forcefully, on her daughter's neck, and in her pits, squealing: "Kitchy, kitchy koo, princess lazy, I will make sure you arent being lazy anymore, and do what you need to to pass this test" The tickling was maddening, Bridget bucked like a bull at the sensations that traveled through her armpits, and the rest of her body, as she began to shriek, and in futility, pull her arms away, because she was tied up: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE! MOOMMM! NOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PLEEEEEASSEEE STOPPPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Kate wasnt anywhere near being done with her daughter in terms of the tickling. She ran her fingers from Bridget's armpits, and across her mega ticklish belly, and ribs, counting each rib up and down, fron lower belly, to just under her bra cup, and driving Bridget beserk, as her girlish laughter became more high pitched, with each rib that Kate touched:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE! MOMMMM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! I CANT STAND IT NOOOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!: Bridget screamed and squealed, as Kate's maddening long red fingernails counted each rib,and made their way over her mega ticklish belly.
Kate knew that an opportunity like this might not come along again, and she intended to make the most of it, whispering: "Kitchy, kitchy koo, my scatterbrained daughter", she wiggled her fingers in Bridget's waist, and on her hipbones, her long red nails making their way across her waist, and causing high octave laughter: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG NOOOO! THE WAIST! NOOOO! HEHEHEHEYHEHEHEHEHEHEEHE! STOPPP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Finally, Kate made her way down to the floor. With her daughter's legs outstreched, and secured to the chair, she began the tickle torture on Bridget's worst spot, the feet: "Mom, not the feet, please, I'll do anything!" Bridget's fears fell on deaf ears, as, cooing a taunting, "Kitchy, koo", Kate Hennessy began running her long red fingernails over Bridget's left sole, and under her toes, causing Bridget's toes to flex back hard, and causing her to erupt with hysterical girlish giggles: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEY! MOM! OMG PLEASE NOT THE FEEET NOOOOOO! HEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHE! Next, Kate's long red fingernails traveled to Bridget's highly sensitive left sole, her long nails tracing the sole and toes of her daughter's foot, as she whispered: "Kitchy, kitchy kitchy, koo, ticklish princess", and Bridget squealed again with uncontrollable laughter, her ribs beginning to hurt from laughing:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG MOM! NOOOOOOOO! PLEASSEEE!HEYEYHEYEYHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Kate then took a stiff red feather from a nearby pillow, and using the long red feather, and teasing Bridget with:" Kitchy koo", she ran the feather over Bridget's left and then right sole, and swirled it under, and inbetween her ten toes, acting as if the tickling was play to her, while it was unmerciful for her daughter, as Bridget filled the room with squeals again:HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE! MOM! OMG! I CANT STAND IT! PLEASE STOP! IAM GONNA LOSE CONTROL! NO MORE TICKLING! NOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHE!
The most tortorous of the tickling was yet to come, as Kate took out a vibrating electric massager, and ran it over Bridget's soft left sole, and then her right one, and over and inbetween, and under her ten toes, playfully giving her daughter the "kitchy koo" taunt, as Bridget squealed with uncontrollable laughter, and tears began coming to her eyes:HEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEE! MOM! OMG PLEASE NOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! I CANT STAND IT! IAM GONNA LOSE CONTROL! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Finally, for the summit of the tickle torture, Kate summoned the family dog, spot, to the seat where Bridget was sitting. Kate motioned to the floor, and made a licking motion with her mouth, knowing that the dog's long tounge would drive Bridget over the edge. Finally, the dog understood, and began hungrily licking Bridget's bare soles, one, then the other, and wiggling his tounge under her toes. This drove Bridget over the edge, she squealed with uncontrollable laughter, her ribs sore from laughing, and her eyes red from crying, begging for mercy! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE! OMG NOT THE DOGS TONGUE! GET HIM OFFF MOOMMM! I'LL DO ANYTHING NO MORE! IAM GOING TO PEEEEEEE! HEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEE! Finally, Kate instructed the dog to leave Bridget alone, and gave the terms: "Bridget, you can and will do better in school. If you pass, you will be left alone. If you fail, you will be tickled, every night, until you pass. We will get you. I promise you" Kate said. "Okay, okay, mom. I get it, pleeeease untie me. I have to go pee" Bridget begged. Finally, Kate untied her daughter, and Bridget went to take care of some important business.
After going back to bed, Kate was satistifed that she had accomplished her mission. She knew Bridget would get better grades so as not to have to go through that again. Or else it would be more of "8 simple ways to get my teenage daughter to get better grades"
The End
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