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3 months left before you should graduate.
Unfortunately, many of you failed the last exams.
Unfortunately, some of you will not graduate.
Apparently the subject matter is too difficult for you.
The students feel uncomfortable.
What does Mrs. Jones think of us?
Apparently she doesn't think we're good enough!
Ellen, a student, takes the floor.
Wait, ma'am, maybe we'll all pass the exams.
Ellen is assisted by the other students.
They challenge the teacher.
Maybe we should bet.
We could all succeed against all odds anyway.
Keep dreaming ladies, the teacher says defiantly.
That is impossible.
Be realistic ladies.
I will win every bet.
What do you have in mind?
I am open to everything because you have no chance.
After some deliberation, the students come up with a proposal.
If we all succeed, you pay for a party.
A party, the teacher says, fine with me.
But that won't happen anyway.
One more thing, says Ellen.
At the party, we want to tickle you to death.
What?
Tickling to death mocks Mrs. Jones.
For all I care, you tickle me as long and as hard as you want.
All together.
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You know, I'm extremely ticklish.
At the pedicure I can't stand it and scream, laugh and thrashing like crazy.
Anyway, if you all pass the exam, I'll pay for a tickle feast, you can tie me up naked and subject me to the worst possible tickle torture for as long as you want, says the teacher mockingly.
I pay for everything: the party, the drinks and snacks, the music, hand and foot cuffs, ropes, the rent of a tickling table, ….
Unfortunately dear ladies, the party will not take place.
Look ma'am, I filmed your challenge.
If we have all passed, you can no longer run.
The months passed.
The students often talked to each other about the bet.
They fantasized about making their teacher's tickle torture worse by the hours.
The prospect of a tickle party led to better cooperation with each other, to a better dynamic.
The exams were over.
The students are addressed by another teacher.
My colleague told me about your bet.
Keep it quiet for now but if I were you I would already buy hand and leg irons and ropes.
Your teacher is in for the worst, she laughed.
Can I come to the party?
You must go to the party, the colleague said to the teacher.
Your bet has caused the students to outdo themselves.
You can't disappoint them.
They are looking forward to the tickle party.
Come on, you'll have to endure it, even though you'll suffer terribly.
I will accompany you, said the colleague, so that I can support and help you.
All 15 students waited impatiently.
Upbeat music was playing.
The tickle chair was ready.
The door opens.
There is the teacher, wrapped in a sheet, together with her colleague.
The colleague lowers the sheet.
The teacher's skinny body is naked.
On the belly and back is written in lipstick: congratulations ladies - I want the worst tickle torture ever.
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The teacher laughed nervously.
The students howled with delight.
View attachment 730428
The teacher was tied on her knees with her arms above her head on the tickle table.
The students planned how to increase the tickling little by little until the poor teacher's body became one giant tickle spasm.
In the first hour the teacher was constantly scratched softly by 4 hands, every 30 seconds 2 other ticklers got their turn, the whole body came aug, feet, schoian's turn.
Not only the feet led to strong reactions.
The whole body turned out to be very ticklish.
Waaaaahahahahahahhaaaaaaaahahahahaha nooooo ahahhahahhaahhahaha please aaahahahahhahhahahaahaha waaahahahaha stop aaahahahahahahhaha………
After an hour tickling was done in teams of 3, alternating every minute.
The first team tickled the feet, the second the armpits, then the lower back, the hips, the abdomen and lower abdomen, the hips and buttocks, …….
The teacher was hysterical.
She laughed, screamed, begged… to the delight of the ticklers.
Her colleague also took part in the tickle torture.
After 3 hours, the teacher was placed on her knees, her torso bent forward and her hands tied to her feet between her legs.
The back, feet, shoulder blades, armpits, hips, buttocks and buttocks were systematically tickled by alternating groups.
The number of ticklers gradually increased until everyone was tickling.
The screaming and pleading ceased.
Only silent laughter could be heard.
The body had become one big extremely sensitive tickle spot.
5 hours had passed.
And now the grand finale, Ellen cheered.
The teacher was tied on the back.
Ellen knelt on the tickle table and clamped the teacher's head between her knees.
Two students took turns feathering Mrs. Jones' nostrils.
There was a terrible scream.
A mixture of terrible tickling and devastating itching.
The torment lasted a full hour.
Finally the torture was stopped.
The teacher was out of breath and smiled.
I will never be tickled to death again.
And I will never underestimate students.
View attachment 730429
Unfortunately, many of you failed the last exams.
Unfortunately, some of you will not graduate.
Apparently the subject matter is too difficult for you.
The students feel uncomfortable.
What does Mrs. Jones think of us?
Apparently she doesn't think we're good enough!
Ellen, a student, takes the floor.
Wait, ma'am, maybe we'll all pass the exams.
Ellen is assisted by the other students.
They challenge the teacher.
Maybe we should bet.
We could all succeed against all odds anyway.
Keep dreaming ladies, the teacher says defiantly.
That is impossible.
Be realistic ladies.
I will win every bet.
What do you have in mind?
I am open to everything because you have no chance.
After some deliberation, the students come up with a proposal.
If we all succeed, you pay for a party.
A party, the teacher says, fine with me.
But that won't happen anyway.
One more thing, says Ellen.
At the party, we want to tickle you to death.
What?
Tickling to death mocks Mrs. Jones.
For all I care, you tickle me as long and as hard as you want.
All together.
View attachment 730425
You know, I'm extremely ticklish.
At the pedicure I can't stand it and scream, laugh and thrashing like crazy.
Anyway, if you all pass the exam, I'll pay for a tickle feast, you can tie me up naked and subject me to the worst possible tickle torture for as long as you want, says the teacher mockingly.
I pay for everything: the party, the drinks and snacks, the music, hand and foot cuffs, ropes, the rent of a tickling table, ….
Unfortunately dear ladies, the party will not take place.
Look ma'am, I filmed your challenge.
If we have all passed, you can no longer run.
The months passed.
The students often talked to each other about the bet.
They fantasized about making their teacher's tickle torture worse by the hours.
The prospect of a tickle party led to better cooperation with each other, to a better dynamic.
The exams were over.
The students are addressed by another teacher.
My colleague told me about your bet.
Keep it quiet for now but if I were you I would already buy hand and leg irons and ropes.
Your teacher is in for the worst, she laughed.
Can I come to the party?
You must go to the party, the colleague said to the teacher.
Your bet has caused the students to outdo themselves.
You can't disappoint them.
They are looking forward to the tickle party.
Come on, you'll have to endure it, even though you'll suffer terribly.
I will accompany you, said the colleague, so that I can support and help you.
All 15 students waited impatiently.
Upbeat music was playing.
The tickle chair was ready.
The door opens.
There is the teacher, wrapped in a sheet, together with her colleague.
The colleague lowers the sheet.
The teacher's skinny body is naked.
On the belly and back is written in lipstick: congratulations ladies - I want the worst tickle torture ever.
View attachment 730426
The teacher laughed nervously.
The students howled with delight.
View attachment 730428
The teacher was tied on her knees with her arms above her head on the tickle table.
The students planned how to increase the tickling little by little until the poor teacher's body became one giant tickle spasm.
In the first hour the teacher was constantly scratched softly by 4 hands, every 30 seconds 2 other ticklers got their turn, the whole body came aug, feet, schoian's turn.
Not only the feet led to strong reactions.
The whole body turned out to be very ticklish.
Waaaaahahahahahahhaaaaaaaahahahahaha nooooo ahahhahahhaahhahaha please aaahahahahhahhahahaahaha waaahahahaha stop aaahahahahahahhaha………
After an hour tickling was done in teams of 3, alternating every minute.
The first team tickled the feet, the second the armpits, then the lower back, the hips, the abdomen and lower abdomen, the hips and buttocks, …….
The teacher was hysterical.
She laughed, screamed, begged… to the delight of the ticklers.
Her colleague also took part in the tickle torture.
After 3 hours, the teacher was placed on her knees, her torso bent forward and her hands tied to her feet between her legs.
The back, feet, shoulder blades, armpits, hips, buttocks and buttocks were systematically tickled by alternating groups.
The number of ticklers gradually increased until everyone was tickling.
The screaming and pleading ceased.
Only silent laughter could be heard.
The body had become one big extremely sensitive tickle spot.
5 hours had passed.
And now the grand finale, Ellen cheered.
The teacher was tied on the back.
Ellen knelt on the tickle table and clamped the teacher's head between her knees.
Two students took turns feathering Mrs. Jones' nostrils.
There was a terrible scream.
A mixture of terrible tickling and devastating itching.
The torment lasted a full hour.
Finally the torture was stopped.
The teacher was out of breath and smiled.
I will never be tickled to death again.
And I will never underestimate students.
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