Craig had been in town since Wednesday for a trade show conference. With his sister nearby, it was nice to stay with family instead of stuck in an empty hotel room. Maybe a bit of a slightly low-key business trip, but a bonus to pocket the room and meal allowance money and use some to buy his sister groceries.
Friday evening with more time to kill, Craig joined the family to his nephew's school fund-raising carnival. He tried to look interested while walking past booths of used yard sale stuff, ring toss and makeshift roulette wheel.
Things suddenly got interesting when he came across a unique booth called the Tootsie Tease Dart Dare.
It wasn't so much the wall of colored balloons or line of uncoordinated men throwing darts to try and pop them that caught his attention. Next to a female teacher serving as the game attendant, was a solid wooden stock with two holes and a pair of feet sticking through them, cuffed at the ankles, with toes wiggling and soles flexing. To the left of the stocks were two clocks and a small chalk board. On the chalk board was written, "Mrs. Winthrop - Social Studies".
One clock was at zero. The other was counting down with what said 4 minutes remaining. Behind the stock sat the owner of the waiting feet; Mrs. Winthrop - a taller woman in her mid-40s. She taunted the men as each dart hit everything but a balloon. "Come on guys! I'm getting bored here!"
After another unsuccessful attempt, the pretty attendant yelled, "Step right up! Tease these tootsies!", and she ran her fingers up one of the exposed soles.
"Hey!", laughed Mrs Cook sitting on the other side, "No fair!"
An awkward looking teen aged boy stepped up next and handed five dollars to the clerk. She handed him a dart.
"Give it your best shot Mr. Dawes!", the woman in the chair taunted the boy. "Try to make it better than yesterday's exam."
The boy looked annoyed at the smack talk. Tossing the dart, it weakly drooped but caught a bottom row yellow balloon and popped it.
"Finally! A winner!", shouted the attendant as she retrieved a small rolled slip of paper that was hidden inside the balloon. She opened and read, "Uh oh! 60 seconds for Mrs. Winthrop's feet!"
While two other helpers set the timer, the student chose a bristly tooth brush from a box of tools perched in front of the stock. He tapped it on top of the stock for Mrs. Winhtrop to see.
Next, the attendant shouted, "Okay, three...two...one...GO!"
While the timer started counting down, the boy delighted in scrubbing and tormenting the trapped soles that were desperately trying to pull away. On the other side, Mrs. Winthrop shrieked and squealed with laughter as she squirmed and bucked, unable to stop the torment. Craig found this game to be amazing and not at all anything like he expected to see at a school event.
When the timer sounded, the clerk had to pull the boy away from the helpless soles.
"Okay! Thank you for playing!", she escorted him away and shouted, "Next up!". And the line continued to throw darts, paying money but coming up empty.
"This is pretty wild but may be the best idea ever!", Craig overheard one woman say to another. "Yeah!", came an answer, "But we're still running short of our goal. The other booths don't seem to be doing so well. We're going to need a couple thousand dollars more to send all students to camp this year."
"Well..." continued the first woman, "as much as I hate being tickled, I'll help out after your turn, if you need me to."
Craig tried to catch a glance at who was talking, but his attention shifted when the 2nd timer chimed and Mrs. Winthrop was released from the stocks.
"Okay folks!", the clerk announced, "Now we have a special guest, Miss Dupont, our event organizer is up next! Try your hand at making her laugh!"
"Wish me luck!" he heard the voice behind him say as the click of high heels hurried to the chair.
"Good luck!", he turned to see a pretty and petite blond woman shout. Then Miss Dupont came into view. She was leggy in a short black skirt and heels with a light blue sweater and white blouse, the school colors.
"Okay...I think I'm ready!", and she carefully stepped out of her shoes, sat down and propped her feet in stocks, exposing her soles in amazing sheer black hose. Perfectly reinforced at her toes. This definitely grabbed Craig's attention.
"Okay ladies and gentlemen!", the clerk gently closed the stocks while two attendants buckled straps, securing her arms. Another attendant wrote "Miss DuPont" on the chalkboard, putting a heart over the "i" and making a flower out of the "o", then turned the "time remaining" to 25 minutes.
"Step right up!", the clerk shouted. "...and try to make Miss Dupont laugh!", and with a sly grin glided a finger up the trapped right foot next to her, causing Miss Dupont to shreak and then giggle in shock. "Oh my God! Maybe I should have taken these nylons off!"
The line immediately swelled with men and women, each paying $5 to have a try at the adorably trapped silky soles. A few younger boys just stared at the pretty trapped feet. Miss Dupont couldn't see much around the tall board, but seemed relieved each time a dart was thrown with no balloon pop. One-by-one, eager men and women walked away without hitting a target.
Craig joined the line and his heart thumped faster as he began to get closer. He was determined, as if the helpless sexy soles were daring him. After all, he was just doing his part to help the fundraiser. The two ladies in front of him were cackling, "If we both win, let's go together and really let her have it!" But neither of their darts came close to landing near the balloons.
Now it was Craig's turn. He handed the clerk a twenty and told her to keep the change "for the kids". She smiled, "Thanks, you're a sweetie!", and then she leaned over and whispered while handing a dart to him,"...aim for the light blue ones. they have the longest times.". Craig appreciated the tip. Having played weekly at the pub, he gauged the dart's weight and the distance, aimed and let it fly with authority. A light blue balloon popped and Miss Dupont's eyes widened as she started to giggle nervously in a mix of anticipation and dread of what was pending.
"A winner!", and finding the little slip to unroll it she shouted, "Woah! Five minutes for Miss Dupont!", and people began to applaud, waiting to watch the fun.
Craig made his way to the stocks and looked over to give Miss Dupont a smile. She smiled back and giggled, "Please!...Be gentle with my feet!"
The crowd was shouting and more than several overweight middle aged men were clamoring to get a look when the countdown began, "Three...Two...One...GO!!"
Craig started lightly on both soles. They were so smooth and warm. Laughter erupted on the other side of the stocks and continued uncontrollably while he increased intensity. This was turning out to be so much more fun than his best Friday night at the pub. He shifted focus with both hands on her left foot because she was wiggling and thrashing, making it hard to deliver the tickling he was now determined to savor. When would he have this chance again?
Looking at the clock he was so glad there were still four minutes to go. He became increasingly unaware of the crowd cheering him on and zero'd in on the tiny sensitive soles and toes under his command. He now furiously tickled her right foot and Miss Dupont almost launched out of the chair, except the straps held her arms. All she could do was throw her head back and laugh helplessly. At the end of three minutes, she was an absolute wreck with tears streaming; still laughing wildly, but also appeared to be accepting, even enjoying the torture.
For the last two minutes, Craig shifted between teasing left and right, arches, heels, toes, even the tops of her sexy feet. The biggest shrieks came when he bent her toes back as far as they would go and aggressively teased along the reinforced silk at the balls of her feet. During this time, she thrashed bug-eyed in silent laughter. Unable to see her tormenter and only able to blindly guess where and when the sensations would strike next.
With relieved mercy, the timer sounded and Miss Dupont gasped and continued to laugh while she caught her breath. Craig looked over, concerned, as she gave him an exhausted smile. She looked amazing.
More people joined the line to try and repeat what just happened. But with each try came another miss. Again, he overheard the petite blond say to another teacher, "Wow! Miss Dupont is such a trouper! She almost single-handedly helped us catch up to our goal but still need about $500. I told her I'd help out if we needed, but I'm really hoping I don't have to go through what she just did. There's no way I could handle that!"
Without hesitation, Craig stepped back in line. He counted twenty people ahead of him, and figured if each paid $5, the school would need another $400. He still had more than that in saving his daily allowance by staying with his sister.
Again, his turn came and the clerk smiled when she saw him. "Uh, oh! Look who's back! The grim tickler! Miss Dupont has had enough of a break, right? Ready to get her again?"
"You bet!", Graig said but tried not to be too creepy. He handed an envelope over and the clerk turned to him with a puzzled look on her face.
"Hopefully this helps complete the goal...worth every penny.", he said.
Surprising him with a hug and planting a kiss, she said. "Oh My God, who are you? You're so generous! You can have as many darts as you want!"
"Wait...what?!", Miss Dupont said from behind.
"Maybe I'll just start with one.", Craig blushed. He aimed, shot and popped another light blue balloon.
The clerk unrolled the slip shouting, "Again a winner and another five minutes for Miss Dupont!!"
The clock showed only six minutes left for Miss Dupont's turn.
"Okay folks that was the final dart for Miss Dupont!"
No one seemed to mind as they crowded around to watch her get tickled out of her mind again, chanting, "Dupont, Dupont, Dupont!!!"
"Oh No! You again?!" she smiled when Craig looked over. "I know you won't be gentle...so do your worst! I'm ready this time!"
"Are you?", Craig teased holding up some tickle tools from the box.
"Three...Two...One...". It turned out she wasn't as ready as she thought. This time, she was still a little silly and sensitive from the last episode and exploded into screams while he lightly scrubbed back and forth across her arches. Then he switched strokes up and down from toes to heels. Miss Dupont was quickly reduced to helpless, endless laughter. The crowd cheered while she thrashed and ultimately surrendered to the torturous tickling. Five minutes never lasted so long for her or went so quickly for Craig.
Finally, the timer signalled it was over, and the crowd cintinued to cheer as her feet were released from the stocks.
She tried to stand and was dizzy, walking over to her shoes. She was hot, sweaty and giggly. Craig felt badly as he watch her tip while trying to step back into her heels. His sister came up next to him.
"Hey...watcha been up to? Not too bad of a carnival, huh? I mean, I know it probably doesn't compare to your usual Friday night.", his sister offered.
"This has been great!", Craig beamed and Miss Dpont began to stumble toward them.
"Oh, there's Miss Dupont. She set this all up so the kids can go to camp. She's really nice!", his sister explained. "Hi Miss Dupont, this is my brother Craig. Excuse me, I have to go get my son out of the ring toss booth.", and she left the two to talk alone.
"Hi, i'm Carol!", she held out her hand and Craig gently reached for it.
"Hi, i'm Craig. I'm really sorry about all the tickling."
"Are you kidding?", she surprised him, "That was wonderful! I wanted to meet the man who was cruel enough to make me laugh harder than I can remember, twice, but also so kind to make sure we met our goal. I heard about your kind donation.", and she also gave him a smooch on the cheek, saying, "Thank you!".
"Do you mind if I balance off you for a sec?", and she steadied her left hand on his arm to pull off her shoe and straighten the seam at her toes before slipping it back on. Then she repeated with her other foot.
"I think you tickled my nylons loose!", she giggled.
"I'm really sorry about that, too...", he started to say before she asked,
"So, do you practice tickling your wife or girlfriend like that?"
"Oh...no.", craig explained, "I'm single."
"Interesting.", she said. "Craig, can I ask a favor?"
"Sure!"
"Would you mind giving me a ride home? My room mate was helping out but she had to go to her night job."
"Would be my pleasure! I'm parked over this way.", he pointed to the rear parking lot.
"Thank you so much. I'm just going to tell the staff so they can lock up."
In the parking lot, Craig was a gentleman and opened her door, watching her properly sit and swing her gorgeous legs in. He closed the door and by the time he got around to the driver's side Carol had a surprise for him. Under the street light he could see her incredible legs and feet resting on the steering wheel.
Once he opened the door she edged over to the driver's seat and stated, "i'll share a secret with you. I have many other spots that are just as ticklish as my feet! A few maybe even more ticklish!"
"Really?!", Craig was aroused at her suggestion, "Many other spots?"
"Why don't we head to my place and you can find them......all!"
She kept her shoeless feet in Craig's lap as a reminder to hurry and he definitely was not going to dissapoint.
Best school carnival ever!
Friday evening with more time to kill, Craig joined the family to his nephew's school fund-raising carnival. He tried to look interested while walking past booths of used yard sale stuff, ring toss and makeshift roulette wheel.
Things suddenly got interesting when he came across a unique booth called the Tootsie Tease Dart Dare.
It wasn't so much the wall of colored balloons or line of uncoordinated men throwing darts to try and pop them that caught his attention. Next to a female teacher serving as the game attendant, was a solid wooden stock with two holes and a pair of feet sticking through them, cuffed at the ankles, with toes wiggling and soles flexing. To the left of the stocks were two clocks and a small chalk board. On the chalk board was written, "Mrs. Winthrop - Social Studies".
One clock was at zero. The other was counting down with what said 4 minutes remaining. Behind the stock sat the owner of the waiting feet; Mrs. Winthrop - a taller woman in her mid-40s. She taunted the men as each dart hit everything but a balloon. "Come on guys! I'm getting bored here!"
After another unsuccessful attempt, the pretty attendant yelled, "Step right up! Tease these tootsies!", and she ran her fingers up one of the exposed soles.
"Hey!", laughed Mrs Cook sitting on the other side, "No fair!"
An awkward looking teen aged boy stepped up next and handed five dollars to the clerk. She handed him a dart.
"Give it your best shot Mr. Dawes!", the woman in the chair taunted the boy. "Try to make it better than yesterday's exam."
The boy looked annoyed at the smack talk. Tossing the dart, it weakly drooped but caught a bottom row yellow balloon and popped it.
"Finally! A winner!", shouted the attendant as she retrieved a small rolled slip of paper that was hidden inside the balloon. She opened and read, "Uh oh! 60 seconds for Mrs. Winthrop's feet!"
While two other helpers set the timer, the student chose a bristly tooth brush from a box of tools perched in front of the stock. He tapped it on top of the stock for Mrs. Winhtrop to see.
Next, the attendant shouted, "Okay, three...two...one...GO!"
While the timer started counting down, the boy delighted in scrubbing and tormenting the trapped soles that were desperately trying to pull away. On the other side, Mrs. Winthrop shrieked and squealed with laughter as she squirmed and bucked, unable to stop the torment. Craig found this game to be amazing and not at all anything like he expected to see at a school event.
When the timer sounded, the clerk had to pull the boy away from the helpless soles.
"Okay! Thank you for playing!", she escorted him away and shouted, "Next up!". And the line continued to throw darts, paying money but coming up empty.
"This is pretty wild but may be the best idea ever!", Craig overheard one woman say to another. "Yeah!", came an answer, "But we're still running short of our goal. The other booths don't seem to be doing so well. We're going to need a couple thousand dollars more to send all students to camp this year."
"Well..." continued the first woman, "as much as I hate being tickled, I'll help out after your turn, if you need me to."
Craig tried to catch a glance at who was talking, but his attention shifted when the 2nd timer chimed and Mrs. Winthrop was released from the stocks.
"Okay folks!", the clerk announced, "Now we have a special guest, Miss Dupont, our event organizer is up next! Try your hand at making her laugh!"
"Wish me luck!" he heard the voice behind him say as the click of high heels hurried to the chair.
"Good luck!", he turned to see a pretty and petite blond woman shout. Then Miss Dupont came into view. She was leggy in a short black skirt and heels with a light blue sweater and white blouse, the school colors.
"Okay...I think I'm ready!", and she carefully stepped out of her shoes, sat down and propped her feet in stocks, exposing her soles in amazing sheer black hose. Perfectly reinforced at her toes. This definitely grabbed Craig's attention.
"Okay ladies and gentlemen!", the clerk gently closed the stocks while two attendants buckled straps, securing her arms. Another attendant wrote "Miss DuPont" on the chalkboard, putting a heart over the "i" and making a flower out of the "o", then turned the "time remaining" to 25 minutes.
"Step right up!", the clerk shouted. "...and try to make Miss Dupont laugh!", and with a sly grin glided a finger up the trapped right foot next to her, causing Miss Dupont to shreak and then giggle in shock. "Oh my God! Maybe I should have taken these nylons off!"
The line immediately swelled with men and women, each paying $5 to have a try at the adorably trapped silky soles. A few younger boys just stared at the pretty trapped feet. Miss Dupont couldn't see much around the tall board, but seemed relieved each time a dart was thrown with no balloon pop. One-by-one, eager men and women walked away without hitting a target.
Craig joined the line and his heart thumped faster as he began to get closer. He was determined, as if the helpless sexy soles were daring him. After all, he was just doing his part to help the fundraiser. The two ladies in front of him were cackling, "If we both win, let's go together and really let her have it!" But neither of their darts came close to landing near the balloons.
Now it was Craig's turn. He handed the clerk a twenty and told her to keep the change "for the kids". She smiled, "Thanks, you're a sweetie!", and then she leaned over and whispered while handing a dart to him,"...aim for the light blue ones. they have the longest times.". Craig appreciated the tip. Having played weekly at the pub, he gauged the dart's weight and the distance, aimed and let it fly with authority. A light blue balloon popped and Miss Dupont's eyes widened as she started to giggle nervously in a mix of anticipation and dread of what was pending.
"A winner!", and finding the little slip to unroll it she shouted, "Woah! Five minutes for Miss Dupont!", and people began to applaud, waiting to watch the fun.
Craig made his way to the stocks and looked over to give Miss Dupont a smile. She smiled back and giggled, "Please!...Be gentle with my feet!"
The crowd was shouting and more than several overweight middle aged men were clamoring to get a look when the countdown began, "Three...Two...One...GO!!"
Craig started lightly on both soles. They were so smooth and warm. Laughter erupted on the other side of the stocks and continued uncontrollably while he increased intensity. This was turning out to be so much more fun than his best Friday night at the pub. He shifted focus with both hands on her left foot because she was wiggling and thrashing, making it hard to deliver the tickling he was now determined to savor. When would he have this chance again?
Looking at the clock he was so glad there were still four minutes to go. He became increasingly unaware of the crowd cheering him on and zero'd in on the tiny sensitive soles and toes under his command. He now furiously tickled her right foot and Miss Dupont almost launched out of the chair, except the straps held her arms. All she could do was throw her head back and laugh helplessly. At the end of three minutes, she was an absolute wreck with tears streaming; still laughing wildly, but also appeared to be accepting, even enjoying the torture.
For the last two minutes, Craig shifted between teasing left and right, arches, heels, toes, even the tops of her sexy feet. The biggest shrieks came when he bent her toes back as far as they would go and aggressively teased along the reinforced silk at the balls of her feet. During this time, she thrashed bug-eyed in silent laughter. Unable to see her tormenter and only able to blindly guess where and when the sensations would strike next.
With relieved mercy, the timer sounded and Miss Dupont gasped and continued to laugh while she caught her breath. Craig looked over, concerned, as she gave him an exhausted smile. She looked amazing.
More people joined the line to try and repeat what just happened. But with each try came another miss. Again, he overheard the petite blond say to another teacher, "Wow! Miss Dupont is such a trouper! She almost single-handedly helped us catch up to our goal but still need about $500. I told her I'd help out if we needed, but I'm really hoping I don't have to go through what she just did. There's no way I could handle that!"
Without hesitation, Craig stepped back in line. He counted twenty people ahead of him, and figured if each paid $5, the school would need another $400. He still had more than that in saving his daily allowance by staying with his sister.
Again, his turn came and the clerk smiled when she saw him. "Uh, oh! Look who's back! The grim tickler! Miss Dupont has had enough of a break, right? Ready to get her again?"
"You bet!", Graig said but tried not to be too creepy. He handed an envelope over and the clerk turned to him with a puzzled look on her face.
"Hopefully this helps complete the goal...worth every penny.", he said.
Surprising him with a hug and planting a kiss, she said. "Oh My God, who are you? You're so generous! You can have as many darts as you want!"
"Wait...what?!", Miss Dupont said from behind.
"Maybe I'll just start with one.", Craig blushed. He aimed, shot and popped another light blue balloon.
The clerk unrolled the slip shouting, "Again a winner and another five minutes for Miss Dupont!!"
The clock showed only six minutes left for Miss Dupont's turn.
"Okay folks that was the final dart for Miss Dupont!"
No one seemed to mind as they crowded around to watch her get tickled out of her mind again, chanting, "Dupont, Dupont, Dupont!!!"
"Oh No! You again?!" she smiled when Craig looked over. "I know you won't be gentle...so do your worst! I'm ready this time!"
"Are you?", Craig teased holding up some tickle tools from the box.
"Three...Two...One...". It turned out she wasn't as ready as she thought. This time, she was still a little silly and sensitive from the last episode and exploded into screams while he lightly scrubbed back and forth across her arches. Then he switched strokes up and down from toes to heels. Miss Dupont was quickly reduced to helpless, endless laughter. The crowd cheered while she thrashed and ultimately surrendered to the torturous tickling. Five minutes never lasted so long for her or went so quickly for Craig.
Finally, the timer signalled it was over, and the crowd cintinued to cheer as her feet were released from the stocks.
She tried to stand and was dizzy, walking over to her shoes. She was hot, sweaty and giggly. Craig felt badly as he watch her tip while trying to step back into her heels. His sister came up next to him.
"Hey...watcha been up to? Not too bad of a carnival, huh? I mean, I know it probably doesn't compare to your usual Friday night.", his sister offered.
"This has been great!", Craig beamed and Miss Dpont began to stumble toward them.
"Oh, there's Miss Dupont. She set this all up so the kids can go to camp. She's really nice!", his sister explained. "Hi Miss Dupont, this is my brother Craig. Excuse me, I have to go get my son out of the ring toss booth.", and she left the two to talk alone.
"Hi, i'm Carol!", she held out her hand and Craig gently reached for it.
"Hi, i'm Craig. I'm really sorry about all the tickling."
"Are you kidding?", she surprised him, "That was wonderful! I wanted to meet the man who was cruel enough to make me laugh harder than I can remember, twice, but also so kind to make sure we met our goal. I heard about your kind donation.", and she also gave him a smooch on the cheek, saying, "Thank you!".
"Do you mind if I balance off you for a sec?", and she steadied her left hand on his arm to pull off her shoe and straighten the seam at her toes before slipping it back on. Then she repeated with her other foot.
"I think you tickled my nylons loose!", she giggled.
"I'm really sorry about that, too...", he started to say before she asked,
"So, do you practice tickling your wife or girlfriend like that?"
"Oh...no.", craig explained, "I'm single."
"Interesting.", she said. "Craig, can I ask a favor?"
"Sure!"
"Would you mind giving me a ride home? My room mate was helping out but she had to go to her night job."
"Would be my pleasure! I'm parked over this way.", he pointed to the rear parking lot.
"Thank you so much. I'm just going to tell the staff so they can lock up."
In the parking lot, Craig was a gentleman and opened her door, watching her properly sit and swing her gorgeous legs in. He closed the door and by the time he got around to the driver's side Carol had a surprise for him. Under the street light he could see her incredible legs and feet resting on the steering wheel.
Once he opened the door she edged over to the driver's seat and stated, "i'll share a secret with you. I have many other spots that are just as ticklish as my feet! A few maybe even more ticklish!"
"Really?!", Craig was aroused at her suggestion, "Many other spots?"
"Why don't we head to my place and you can find them......all!"
She kept her shoeless feet in Craig's lap as a reminder to hurry and he definitely was not going to dissapoint.
Best school carnival ever!