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If you missed Part I...
Thread 'The Body and Soles of History Part I (F/F feet/non-con)' https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/the-body-and-soles-of-history-part-i-f-f-feet-non-con.357692/
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The classroom was unusually quiet; all eyes were on Jade. The goth girl sat locked tight in the colonial stocks, her black hair falling around her flushed face, her wrists stretched high above her head. Her usual scowl was back in place, though it looked more strained than usual.
Dr. Renner, ever calm and collected, clasped her hands together. "Now, class, we've examined the feet and how townsfolk might have used a simple cleaning to humble a prisoner. But there's more to explore. Imagine the body locked this way for hours....muscles stiffening....nerves on edge...."
She turned slowly toward Jade, her voice dropping for effect. "Even the ribs. Even the underarms. Even.... the hips"
Jade's blue eyes widened. "Oh, no. We're not doing this again!"
The class laughed.
"History doesn't stop just because you say so, Jade" Dr. Renner replied with mock sternness. "Shall we begin?!"
"Really... Dr. Renner, please, I think we can skip the rest...or....or maybe another volunteer!"
Dr. Renner positioned herself at Jade's side and placed her hands along Jade's ribcage, fingers splayed like a pianist about to play.
"Notice, class, how these ribs resemble the beams of a wooden ship, tight, straight, in need of examination." She pressed gently, tracing each rib with her fingertips. "One rib...two ribs...three ribs..."
Jade sucked in her breath, her torso twitching involuntarily. "That's not funny!"
"Four ribs...five ribs...." Renner went on, her tone mock-serious. "Do you feel that tension, Jade? Almost like knots in the wood."
"They're not knots!" Jade snapped, her teeth clenched.
The class snickered.
"Oh, but they feel like knots to me" Renner replied smoothly, pressing a little harder, fingers gliding between ribs with an infuriating slowness. Jade squirmed, her lips pressed tight, shoulders jerking as she tried to hold her composure.
Her resolve cracked when Renner's nails skated lightly upward between two ribs. Jade barked out a laugh, then instantly bit it back, glaring at the ceiling.
"Ah," Renner said with a sly smile, "there it is. An involuntary response." She looked back to the students. "This posture magnifies sensitivity, you see. A prisoner could scarcely endure even mild touch here."
Jade growled through clenched teeth, "I can endure it just fine...I just don't want to...."
"Really? Shall we test that claim?" Renner's fingers danced up and down her ribcage again, faster this time, while Jade twisted and sputtered, muffling her laughter until finally a loud cackle slipped out.
"Stop it! I said stop!" she gasped.
The class roared with laughter.
Dr. Renner stepped back, then smoothly moved to Jade's side again, eyes on the helplessly stretched arms overhead.
"Now, the underarms," she said. "In the 18th century, this posture left them exposed and stiff. Naturally, a teacher must demonstrate."
Jade's eyes went wide. "Don't you dare...."
Renner wiggled her fingers ominously just below Jade's arms. "Notice how tense she is already. Anticipation alone can be powerful."
The class chuckled as Jade jerked against the stocks, trying to shrink away before she'd even been touched. "This is ridiculous!!!"
Then Renner's fingertips brushed lightly against the hollows of her underarms. Jade's entire body jolted. Her mouth opened in a half-gasp, half-laugh.
"N-no-ho-ho-ho!" she squealed, twisting wildly but finding no escape.
"Observe, class," Renner said, maintaining her mock-professorial voice, "the shoulders rising, the torso twisting. These are classic signs of an extremely sensitive underarm."
"I am NOT sensitive!! It's just.....weird....hmmnhgh" Jade yelped, her laughter bubbling over despite her protests.
Renner's fingers scribbled in small circles. "Not sensitive, you say? Then what explains this delightful squirming?"
"Stooooop!" Jade shrieked, throwing her head back and bursting into unrestrained laughter, her pale face now flushed crimson.
The class was in hysterics, egging Renner on with chants of, "Get her, professor!" and "She can't take it!"
Renner finally paused, tilting her head as though considering a scientific point. "Remarkable. It seems even the strongest denials collapse under the right.... conditions....."
Dr. Renner let Jade catch her breath for a moment before moving lower, her hands hovering near Jade's hips.
"And finally," she said with deliberate slowness, "we arrive at the hips. Often overlooked, yet perhaps the most treacherous of all spots on these prisoners"
Jade's eyes widened in sheer panic. "No. No, no, no. Don't touch my hips. I mean it!!"
Renner smirked, addressing the class. "When a prisoner insists so strongly, one can almost guarantee it's the most vulnerable and entertaining spot."
Before Jade could bark another protest, Renner gave her hips a quick squeeze. Jade exploded with laughter, her whole body bucking forward in the stocks.
"AAHHH! No-ho-ho-ho! Not my hips!!!" she howled, kicking her legs helplessly.
"Fascinating" Renner said, squeezing again as Jade writhed. "See how extreme the reaction is? As though the hips were designed to betray her..."
"Plea-he-he-hease!!!" Jade begged, her composure shattered. "That's my worst spot! PLLLLEEASSEE.....O-o-ok....hahahaha I'm ticklish ok!! STAAAAPPP!"
Renner raised her eyebrows. "Oh, your worst spot? Well then, for historical accuracy, we simply must demonstrate further"
The class was practically crying with laughter as Jade thrashed, her laughter loud and frantic now. "No-ho-ho-ho-hooo! I give up!! I said I'm ticklish, ok!! VERY TICKLISH!! PLLLEEESSSEEE!!"
Renner gave her one final squeeze, then stood back, dusting off her hands like she'd finished a serious task. "And that, class, concludes today's demonstration on the vulnerabilities of the stocks."
Jade slumped forward, breathless, her hair falling in her face as she glared daggers at the professor. "Never. Again."
The students applauded and cheered, still laughing as Dr. Renner returned to the lectern with her usual poise. "Thank you for your patience, Jade. A truly invaluable contribution to history." she said with a sarcastic rye smile.
Thread 'The Body and Soles of History Part I (F/F feet/non-con)' https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/the-body-and-soles-of-history-part-i-f-f-feet-non-con.357692/
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The classroom was unusually quiet; all eyes were on Jade. The goth girl sat locked tight in the colonial stocks, her black hair falling around her flushed face, her wrists stretched high above her head. Her usual scowl was back in place, though it looked more strained than usual.
Dr. Renner, ever calm and collected, clasped her hands together. "Now, class, we've examined the feet and how townsfolk might have used a simple cleaning to humble a prisoner. But there's more to explore. Imagine the body locked this way for hours....muscles stiffening....nerves on edge...."
She turned slowly toward Jade, her voice dropping for effect. "Even the ribs. Even the underarms. Even.... the hips"
Jade's blue eyes widened. "Oh, no. We're not doing this again!"
The class laughed.
"History doesn't stop just because you say so, Jade" Dr. Renner replied with mock sternness. "Shall we begin?!"
"Really... Dr. Renner, please, I think we can skip the rest...or....or maybe another volunteer!"
Dr. Renner positioned herself at Jade's side and placed her hands along Jade's ribcage, fingers splayed like a pianist about to play.
"Notice, class, how these ribs resemble the beams of a wooden ship, tight, straight, in need of examination." She pressed gently, tracing each rib with her fingertips. "One rib...two ribs...three ribs..."
Jade sucked in her breath, her torso twitching involuntarily. "That's not funny!"
"Four ribs...five ribs...." Renner went on, her tone mock-serious. "Do you feel that tension, Jade? Almost like knots in the wood."
"They're not knots!" Jade snapped, her teeth clenched.
The class snickered.
"Oh, but they feel like knots to me" Renner replied smoothly, pressing a little harder, fingers gliding between ribs with an infuriating slowness. Jade squirmed, her lips pressed tight, shoulders jerking as she tried to hold her composure.
Her resolve cracked when Renner's nails skated lightly upward between two ribs. Jade barked out a laugh, then instantly bit it back, glaring at the ceiling.
"Ah," Renner said with a sly smile, "there it is. An involuntary response." She looked back to the students. "This posture magnifies sensitivity, you see. A prisoner could scarcely endure even mild touch here."
Jade growled through clenched teeth, "I can endure it just fine...I just don't want to...."
"Really? Shall we test that claim?" Renner's fingers danced up and down her ribcage again, faster this time, while Jade twisted and sputtered, muffling her laughter until finally a loud cackle slipped out.
"Stop it! I said stop!" she gasped.
The class roared with laughter.
Dr. Renner stepped back, then smoothly moved to Jade's side again, eyes on the helplessly stretched arms overhead.
"Now, the underarms," she said. "In the 18th century, this posture left them exposed and stiff. Naturally, a teacher must demonstrate."
Jade's eyes went wide. "Don't you dare...."
Renner wiggled her fingers ominously just below Jade's arms. "Notice how tense she is already. Anticipation alone can be powerful."
The class chuckled as Jade jerked against the stocks, trying to shrink away before she'd even been touched. "This is ridiculous!!!"
Then Renner's fingertips brushed lightly against the hollows of her underarms. Jade's entire body jolted. Her mouth opened in a half-gasp, half-laugh.
"N-no-ho-ho-ho!" she squealed, twisting wildly but finding no escape.
"Observe, class," Renner said, maintaining her mock-professorial voice, "the shoulders rising, the torso twisting. These are classic signs of an extremely sensitive underarm."
"I am NOT sensitive!! It's just.....weird....hmmnhgh" Jade yelped, her laughter bubbling over despite her protests.
Renner's fingers scribbled in small circles. "Not sensitive, you say? Then what explains this delightful squirming?"
"Stooooop!" Jade shrieked, throwing her head back and bursting into unrestrained laughter, her pale face now flushed crimson.
The class was in hysterics, egging Renner on with chants of, "Get her, professor!" and "She can't take it!"
Renner finally paused, tilting her head as though considering a scientific point. "Remarkable. It seems even the strongest denials collapse under the right.... conditions....."
Dr. Renner let Jade catch her breath for a moment before moving lower, her hands hovering near Jade's hips.
"And finally," she said with deliberate slowness, "we arrive at the hips. Often overlooked, yet perhaps the most treacherous of all spots on these prisoners"
Jade's eyes widened in sheer panic. "No. No, no, no. Don't touch my hips. I mean it!!"
Renner smirked, addressing the class. "When a prisoner insists so strongly, one can almost guarantee it's the most vulnerable and entertaining spot."
Before Jade could bark another protest, Renner gave her hips a quick squeeze. Jade exploded with laughter, her whole body bucking forward in the stocks.
"AAHHH! No-ho-ho-ho! Not my hips!!!" she howled, kicking her legs helplessly.
"Fascinating" Renner said, squeezing again as Jade writhed. "See how extreme the reaction is? As though the hips were designed to betray her..."
"Plea-he-he-hease!!!" Jade begged, her composure shattered. "That's my worst spot! PLLLLEEASSEE.....O-o-ok....hahahaha I'm ticklish ok!! STAAAAPPP!"
Renner raised her eyebrows. "Oh, your worst spot? Well then, for historical accuracy, we simply must demonstrate further"
The class was practically crying with laughter as Jade thrashed, her laughter loud and frantic now. "No-ho-ho-ho-hooo! I give up!! I said I'm ticklish, ok!! VERY TICKLISH!! PLLLEEESSSEEE!!"
Renner gave her one final squeeze, then stood back, dusting off her hands like she'd finished a serious task. "And that, class, concludes today's demonstration on the vulnerabilities of the stocks."
Jade slumped forward, breathless, her hair falling in her face as she glared daggers at the professor. "Never. Again."
The students applauded and cheered, still laughing as Dr. Renner returned to the lectern with her usual poise. "Thank you for your patience, Jade. A truly invaluable contribution to history." she said with a sarcastic rye smile.
