My husband and I went to the March Munch in Seattle 2 weeks ago. I had borrowed my sister's sexy leather high heeled boots that reached just under my knee. I wore a black and red skirt that was just short enough to show a bit of the black nylons I was wearing underneath. The walk to the resturant was a bit longer than I had thought it would be and by the time we got there I HAD to take off my boots. I spent the evening in my nylons chatting and sipping a rum and coke. I had fun flashing nylonsnfeet my legs and feet most of the evening. When the evening ended we walked back to the ferry and caught our boat. Its an hour boat ride from Seattle to Bremerton where we had parked.
We got a booth with a table and didn’t have to many people around us. I took those frigging boots off and my husband insisted on tickling me. I gave him my less ticklish foot (hey Im not stupid) and he proceeded to tickle me. I was doing ok at first with blocking it. Wasn’t laughing but it took some major concentration. After a few minutes without getting giggles he told me to give him the other more ticklish foot. When I hesitated he started to count so I gave it to him. I only kept my giggling and laughing in for a second at that point. I don’t know how I managed not to scream and laugh but I used a bit of self control and maintained.
Every time I was able to wiggle my foot away he would count and say if you don’t give it to me I'll come sit next to you and it will get a lot worse. So of course I waited till 1 and then quickly gave him my foot. This happened a few times before I let it go just a fraction of a second to long and he was fed up with my disobedience. He came over and was tickling my sides.
I told him it didn’t tickle and started to play Tetris on the cell phone. This irritated him so he told me to take off my nylons. I was afraid the business woman sitting across the way would see but I did what I was told. I noticed that we were almost to Bremerton so I put my boots back on.
He said "I didn’t tell you, you could put those back on did I?!" I said "No Sir you didn’t." So he said "Take off your panties! NOW!"
I refused because people were now getting up to go to the other end of the boat and he said "do it or I'll come over there and tickle you so bad you'll be thrashing and screaming."
So I did but I had a moment of panic when my bright red satin panties got caught on the heel of one boot! I finally got it off and threw them into my purse. Now he wanted to play with my no-no's and this is where I drew the line.
He told me if I didn’t let him it was 10 lashes with the crop when we got home. I told him no again and got 10 more added on. This continued to 60 and we docked thank god. When we did get home I got the 60 plus MANY more I lost track. Me and my big smart ass wouldn’t shut the hell up and kept getting more tacked on.
After the spankings I got severely tickled till I was exhausted and then went to bed. No happy ending he said I didn’t deserve it. But to tell the truth I was so tired from the tickling I didn’t care!
We got a booth with a table and didn’t have to many people around us. I took those frigging boots off and my husband insisted on tickling me. I gave him my less ticklish foot (hey Im not stupid) and he proceeded to tickle me. I was doing ok at first with blocking it. Wasn’t laughing but it took some major concentration. After a few minutes without getting giggles he told me to give him the other more ticklish foot. When I hesitated he started to count so I gave it to him. I only kept my giggling and laughing in for a second at that point. I don’t know how I managed not to scream and laugh but I used a bit of self control and maintained.
Every time I was able to wiggle my foot away he would count and say if you don’t give it to me I'll come sit next to you and it will get a lot worse. So of course I waited till 1 and then quickly gave him my foot. This happened a few times before I let it go just a fraction of a second to long and he was fed up with my disobedience. He came over and was tickling my sides.
I told him it didn’t tickle and started to play Tetris on the cell phone. This irritated him so he told me to take off my nylons. I was afraid the business woman sitting across the way would see but I did what I was told. I noticed that we were almost to Bremerton so I put my boots back on.
He said "I didn’t tell you, you could put those back on did I?!" I said "No Sir you didn’t." So he said "Take off your panties! NOW!"
I refused because people were now getting up to go to the other end of the boat and he said "do it or I'll come over there and tickle you so bad you'll be thrashing and screaming."
So I did but I had a moment of panic when my bright red satin panties got caught on the heel of one boot! I finally got it off and threw them into my purse. Now he wanted to play with my no-no's and this is where I drew the line.
He told me if I didn’t let him it was 10 lashes with the crop when we got home. I told him no again and got 10 more added on. This continued to 60 and we docked thank god. When we did get home I got the 60 plus MANY more I lost track. Me and my big smart ass wouldn’t shut the hell up and kept getting more tacked on.
After the spankings I got severely tickled till I was exhausted and then went to bed. No happy ending he said I didn’t deserve it. But to tell the truth I was so tired from the tickling I didn’t care!
