Paul Jones
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Mrs. Lee had summoned Ralph for discipline. As he entered the teacher’s quarters, he
gulped nervously, for he knew what she was probably going to do to him.
Sure enough, after berating him as impudent and unruly, she made him strip to his
shorts, and sprawl out on a padded table. Then she applied restraints to his wrists and
ankles.
She told him, “Ralph, you’re a sinful boy. It has come to my attention that you take
pleasure in tickling girls. That’s wicked, and I know the perfect way to discipline you.”
She continued, “I’ve gathered some of your victims together. They’ll give you the
punishment that you deserve.”
Then she admitted several girls. They smiled at Ralph impishly. He squirmed in
dismay, for they were some of his current and former classmates—all of whom he
had often tickled.
The teacher said to them, “Girls, you all know Ralph, of course. Isn’t he adorable?”
The girls giggled in response.
“Would you like to have some fun with him?” she asked. They eagerly answered that
they would.
“You all know that Ralph likes to tickle, don’t you? Hasn’t he tickled each of you at one
timer or another?” The girls nodded in agreement.
She continued, “Well, I happen to know a delicious secret. The school doctor who
examined him tells me that Ralph is ticklish himself, very, very ticklish.”
Isn’t that amusing?”
The word ticklish aroused immediate enthusiasm in the girls, as if it had been on the
minds of all of them. Their eyes lit up. The word electrified Ralph with a thrill of
excitement. His penis stirred.
She continued, “So, would you like to teach this rascal a lesson?”
“Oh yes!” they exclaimed. They began to smile mischievously as the purpose of this
session became clear to them.
At her direction, the girls took positions around the table. The lad groaned in
anticipation of the ordeal to come.
“You know, Ralph, since you’re so ticklish, you should be very careful about tickling
others. Otherwise, some of your victims might come together and tickle you—without
mercy,” she teased pointedly.
Smiling wickedly, she said, “All right, girls. He's all yours! Have fun.”
“Oh, Mrs. Lee, NO!” Ralph cried out. “This can’t be happening!”
Beaming with delight, the girls began tickling the boy all over his body. He broke into
convulsive, howling laughter.
“Ooooooh,” one of them said, “He really is very ticklish, isn’t he?”
Two girls, one on either side of him, were tickling his ribs vigorously, while two others
stood at the head of the table, and tickled his armpits and breasts.
One of these quipped, “Oh, Ralph, you’re as ticklish as a girl!” He found that remark
particularly embarrassing.
Yet another girl was tickling his stomach. When she attacked his super-ticklish belly
button, he went ballistic.
A couple of the girls held back his toes, and tickled his soles and toes unmercifully.
Ralph bellowed with uncontrollable laughter.
The girls continued to tickle him without mercy. He shrieked in ticklish agony, as the
sensations exploded in his brain.
Tears streamed down his face, and he laughed louder and longer than ever before in
his young life.
When they paused, Mrs. Lee said, “See the cute worm squirm!” He blushed at hearing
himself described as cute. “Agonizing, isn’t it, Ralph? Oh, what delicious discipline this
is! How you deserve to be tickled!”
“Oh, please stop. Please have mercy,” he begged. “Why should we?” she fired
back. “You know you deserve this. We’ll teach you to tickle girls!”
But then she made them stop to let him rest.
During the respite, he realized that the girls were such skillful ticklers that they might
have been trained! Could it be possible?
As is reading his mind, the teacher said, “You might be interested to know, Ralph, that
I’ve taught these young ladies—as well as a number of others—all the ways of
tickle-torturing a boy. All of them!”
Then she hinted, “By the way, girls, wouldn’t you like to do this to some other boys
we know?” The girls smiled gleefully at the suggestion, but Ralph cringed. For Mrs. Lee
sounded more like a fellow conspirator than a teacher.
They all regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion and
humiliation. His eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
This is just the way we wanted you Ralph,” the teacher told him, “a blubbering,
quivering, lump of ticklish jelly. All right, girls, you may continue the discipline.”
His tormentors resumed tickling his now-familiar sensitive spots. This assault drove
him to new levels of hilarity. There was a touch of cruelty in their eyes.
“Oh, please stop! Stop! I CAN'T STAND IT!” he cried between wails of
tortured laughter. But his pleas only prompted the girls to tickle him even more
vigorously.
Finally, and most humiliatingly, he climaxed in his shorts (copiously). Mrs. Lee smiled,
and the girls giggled. But Ralph was dreadfully humiliated.
It surprised him that the climaxing seemed to make him even more ticklish than he’d
been before. For several minutes (that seemed like an eternity to Ralph), he shrieked
hysterically, and struggled violently (but vainly) against his bonds.
Soon he cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that he lost consciousness.
Mrs. Lee and the girls were quite contented now.
gulped nervously, for he knew what she was probably going to do to him.
Sure enough, after berating him as impudent and unruly, she made him strip to his
shorts, and sprawl out on a padded table. Then she applied restraints to his wrists and
ankles.
She told him, “Ralph, you’re a sinful boy. It has come to my attention that you take
pleasure in tickling girls. That’s wicked, and I know the perfect way to discipline you.”
She continued, “I’ve gathered some of your victims together. They’ll give you the
punishment that you deserve.”
Then she admitted several girls. They smiled at Ralph impishly. He squirmed in
dismay, for they were some of his current and former classmates—all of whom he
had often tickled.
The teacher said to them, “Girls, you all know Ralph, of course. Isn’t he adorable?”
The girls giggled in response.
“Would you like to have some fun with him?” she asked. They eagerly answered that
they would.
“You all know that Ralph likes to tickle, don’t you? Hasn’t he tickled each of you at one
timer or another?” The girls nodded in agreement.
She continued, “Well, I happen to know a delicious secret. The school doctor who
examined him tells me that Ralph is ticklish himself, very, very ticklish.”
Isn’t that amusing?”
The word ticklish aroused immediate enthusiasm in the girls, as if it had been on the
minds of all of them. Their eyes lit up. The word electrified Ralph with a thrill of
excitement. His penis stirred.
She continued, “So, would you like to teach this rascal a lesson?”
“Oh yes!” they exclaimed. They began to smile mischievously as the purpose of this
session became clear to them.
At her direction, the girls took positions around the table. The lad groaned in
anticipation of the ordeal to come.
“You know, Ralph, since you’re so ticklish, you should be very careful about tickling
others. Otherwise, some of your victims might come together and tickle you—without
mercy,” she teased pointedly.
Smiling wickedly, she said, “All right, girls. He's all yours! Have fun.”
“Oh, Mrs. Lee, NO!” Ralph cried out. “This can’t be happening!”
Beaming with delight, the girls began tickling the boy all over his body. He broke into
convulsive, howling laughter.
“Ooooooh,” one of them said, “He really is very ticklish, isn’t he?”
Two girls, one on either side of him, were tickling his ribs vigorously, while two others
stood at the head of the table, and tickled his armpits and breasts.
One of these quipped, “Oh, Ralph, you’re as ticklish as a girl!” He found that remark
particularly embarrassing.
Yet another girl was tickling his stomach. When she attacked his super-ticklish belly
button, he went ballistic.
A couple of the girls held back his toes, and tickled his soles and toes unmercifully.
Ralph bellowed with uncontrollable laughter.
The girls continued to tickle him without mercy. He shrieked in ticklish agony, as the
sensations exploded in his brain.
Tears streamed down his face, and he laughed louder and longer than ever before in
his young life.
When they paused, Mrs. Lee said, “See the cute worm squirm!” He blushed at hearing
himself described as cute. “Agonizing, isn’t it, Ralph? Oh, what delicious discipline this
is! How you deserve to be tickled!”
“Oh, please stop. Please have mercy,” he begged. “Why should we?” she fired
back. “You know you deserve this. We’ll teach you to tickle girls!”
But then she made them stop to let him rest.
During the respite, he realized that the girls were such skillful ticklers that they might
have been trained! Could it be possible?
As is reading his mind, the teacher said, “You might be interested to know, Ralph, that
I’ve taught these young ladies—as well as a number of others—all the ways of
tickle-torturing a boy. All of them!”
Then she hinted, “By the way, girls, wouldn’t you like to do this to some other boys
we know?” The girls smiled gleefully at the suggestion, but Ralph cringed. For Mrs. Lee
sounded more like a fellow conspirator than a teacher.
They all regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion and
humiliation. His eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
This is just the way we wanted you Ralph,” the teacher told him, “a blubbering,
quivering, lump of ticklish jelly. All right, girls, you may continue the discipline.”
His tormentors resumed tickling his now-familiar sensitive spots. This assault drove
him to new levels of hilarity. There was a touch of cruelty in their eyes.
“Oh, please stop! Stop! I CAN'T STAND IT!” he cried between wails of
tortured laughter. But his pleas only prompted the girls to tickle him even more
vigorously.
Finally, and most humiliatingly, he climaxed in his shorts (copiously). Mrs. Lee smiled,
and the girls giggled. But Ralph was dreadfully humiliated.
It surprised him that the climaxing seemed to make him even more ticklish than he’d
been before. For several minutes (that seemed like an eternity to Ralph), he shrieked
hysterically, and struggled violently (but vainly) against his bonds.
Soon he cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that he lost consciousness.
Mrs. Lee and the girls were quite contented now.
