f/m tickle...menagement style

[peter_1975]

Hannah was happily working away at her desk, scanning a new production report, when Casey walked into her office. "Phone message for you, Ms. Thurman," he said, handing her a slip of paper. Hannah took the proferred message with a smile, a smile that changed into a scowl as she read it. "Wait just a second, pal," she snapped. "This message is from yesterday." "Oh yeah," Casey shrugged, "I guess I forgot to give it to you. I'm sorry." Hannah gazed at Casey's very unrepentant smirk with distaste. This was not the first time Casey had screwed something up for her and then shrugged it off as if it didn't matter. Well, this time he wasn't going to get away with it so easily.

 

[peter_1975]

"Casey," Hannah began, "listen to me very carefully. You've been a major pain in the ass lately and I've had it with you. I thnk you deserve to be punished." Casey looked dubious. "What?" he replied. "Are you crazy?" "Well, it seems to me that it's either that," Hannah continued, "or cleaning out your desk." Hannah paused long enough for her words to sink in. "What'll it be, Casey?" Casey finally seemed to grasp that he was in some trouble here. "I'll take the punishment," he said meekly. "Fine," replied Hannah. "Just take a seat right over here and don't move." Casey sat down in Hannah's chair and was astonished when she started tying his hands together behind his back. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Just shut up and don't move," snapped Hannah. A minute later, Casey was tightly secured to the chair, hands tied behind him and each ankle bound to a chair-leg. Casey wondered what the furious blonde had in mind. It couldn't be too weird, he thought, the office was full of people after all. The he had his answer. Without the slightest show of subtlety or mercy, Hannah started tickling him. As the ten-fingered attack fell upon his ribs to great effect -- Casey could barely catch a breath between howls of helpless screams -- he suddenly remembered that he had once told Hannah that he couldn't stand being tickled, that it was absolute torture for him. Apparently, sharing that confidence with her had been a very bad idea.

 

[peter_1975]

Hannah was relentless. She hit every spot that Casey had told her about. Her fingers dug into his ribs, his neck, his arm-pits. The only ticklish part of his body that she missed was his feet, and that only because she didn't feel like taking his shoes off. Hannah only stopped when Casey started howling that he thought he was going to be sick. That wouldn't do, of course, having Casey puke all over her desk was the last thing she wanted. Instead, she held the offending phone message in front of his face. "Are you going to get me my messages on time from now on?" she asked the gasping office assistant. "Yes!!!" Casey hollered. "And get me my coffee every morning?" "Yes, yes! Anything you want!" replied Casey. "And massage my feet every afternoon?" taunted Hannah. "Yes," Casey cried out. "I'll massage your feet!" "Good!" exclaimed Hannah. "Do all these things and perhaps I'll keep you around. In the meantime, I'm going to lunch. You sit there and think about what just happened. Next time, I'll let you puke all over yourself." With that, Hannah turned on her heel and took off for an early lunch with the other women in the office. Casey was still trying to catch his breath. He looked around hoping to snag someone to untie him, and suddenly realized that there was no one in the vicinity. You'd think that with all the noise he'd made people would have come running to see what was going on. But, instead, everyone had made themselves scarce. Casey was stuck where he was. He tugged at the tight rope around his wrists. It didn't give at all. Casey sighed and settled down to wait. Hopefully, Hannah wasn't planning on having one of her famous three-hour lunches...

 

[andyr]

That's a nice clip, thanks for sharing.

 

[peter_1975]

You are welcome!)