It was a beautiful sunny, summer’s morning on campus as Beth’s alarm woke her up. The 20 year old, 2nd year student had a busy day planned with her flatmates to take advantage of the rare, hot day. They were due to meet in an hour on the field to revise for their exams and sunbathe when an email pinged through on Beth’s laptop.
‘Dear Students,
Due to an increased level of complaints from residents, we are banning the use of the campus field for sunbathing. Students can still use the field as long as they are appropriately dressed i.e. shirts must be worn accompanied by shorts/skirts/trousers.
Any failure to adhere to this rule will be punishable by exclusion from the site.
Regards
Campus Faculty’
Within seconds, Beth’s WhatsApp chat pinged with messages from everyone on the group in complete uproar about the email.
‘Let us discuss this when we meet on the field’ Beth replied.
Beth quickly got herself changed into the shortest shorts she could find with a white crop top. The tanned brunette stood in front of the mirror and checked herself over before sliding on her flip-flops. She grabbed her keys and phone before heading out the front door.
As Beth approached the field, she could see a crowd of 15-20 people already gathered around, most were not even in her WhatsApp group, so the news had spread quickly. Over the next few minutes, the crowd grew to nearly 40 students, all bitching about the email. Beth knew that she had to get the meeting going, as it was her idea. She shushed the crowd before finally speaking;
“Hi everyone, those who don’t know me, I’m Beth. I know you are all here because of the ridiculous email that was sent earlier and like me, you’re not happy about it. We need to make a stand against the university. This is like our own backyard, they cannot expect us to not use it to relax and sunbathe, we pay for it.” Beth said firmly as the crowd slowly grew.
“But what can we do?” a voice from the crowd said.
“A protest” Beth spoke confidently. “We all sunbathe, they can’t expel us all”.
There was a lot of murmuring from the crowd, with little action. Beth took it upon herself to start the protest, taking off her top before rolling it into a ball and lying down on the floor, using it as a pillow.
One by one, the crowd did the same, spreading themselves out. Within minutes, the campus security arrived and tried to disperse everyone with no success. They walked away, the crowd thought they had won and began to chat between themselves. Another few minutes passed before parts of the ground lightly vibrated. Before the crowd could work out what was going on, the sprinklers kicked in, soaking everyone and sending them running for their dorms.
Beth sat on her bed, defeated; wondering what she could do next. She pondered for a few minutes before a light went off in her head, she grabbed her phone and began typing a message to the group.
‘Guys, I know that didn’t go to plan, but I have an idea and I need your help. Let’s stage a protest on the cross in front of the reception. I will climb on but I need you all to form a circle around me to stop the security from getting to me’.
‘How will you stay on, we could be there for hours’ one of the group replied.
‘We could tie you to it. There is a little step at the bottom that you can rest your heels on’ another replied.
Beth pondered again.
‘Let’s do it, meet in 20 minutes’ she replied in excitement.
Beth changed into her most colourful bikini and covered up with tracksuit bottoms and a top before she left the accommodation again, walking up to the reception. As she approached, 20 other students joined her. She approached the cross and looked up at it, the step was only 2 foot above the ground for her to stand on but the horizontal beam was around 6 foot in the air, something her tiny 5 foot 2 body would barely reach. She looked around the group before noticing two of the football boys, both over 6 foot.
“You two will have to tie my arms, I don’t think anyone else can reach” Beth said firmly.
They nodded as the other passed them a couple of dressing gown cords. Beth quickly stripped down to her bikini before sliding her flip-flops back on. The boys tied one end of the cord around Beth’s wrists and elbows. After a quick look around, Beth was helped onto the cross, planting her heels on the platform. It supported around half of her size 5 feet. Quickly the boys wrapped the other ends of the dressing gown cords around the horizontal beam, securing Beth’s wrists and elbows to it. Some others tied cords around her waist, knees and ankles, completely immobilising Beth.
Finally, the knotting of the cords were complete. The other students stripped down to their bikinis and the men stripped down to their shorts, forming a circle around the cross.
“They are coming” Beth announced, seeing the security guards storming over. “Everyone hold tight”.
The guards tried to disperse the crowd with no success, trying for a few minutes before picking up the radio.
“Ma’am, you need to come to the reception immediately. We have a large protest” one said on the radio.
The three security guards took a step back and cross their arms, to look as menacing as possible.
“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE!” A female voice shouted from the reception doors.
The circle of students looked over to see the University Head walk out onto the forecourt. Miss Stanton stormed over to the crowd. The 46 year old’s high heels clicking on the concrete floor as her stern face grew with anger.
Miss Stanton had been the head for a couple of years. Although young for her position, she struck fear amongst the students. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun, glasses on the tip of her nose as she adjusted her suit jacket before addressing the crowd.
“Who is responsible?” She asked, trying to maintain calm.
The group looked down at the floor before Miss Stanton looked up to see Beth tied to the cross in her bikini.
“Beth, what is the meaning of this!” She asked firmly.
“We, we, we feel that you are taking away our rights to utilise the entire facility” Beth stuttered, gulping deeply.
“Get her down from there immediately” Miss Stanton instructed the security team.
The circle of students remained intact as the security guards tried to push past.
“Let’s talk about this like grown-ups” Miss Stanton spoke to Beth. “This is not the way forward”.
“We will not move” Beth instructed back.
Miss Stanton walked towards the circle. “MOVE” she shouted.
In fear, the circle let her through with ease, before joining back up to block the security guards. Miss Stanton looked at the knots that had been tied by the crowd, quickly realising it would take some time to undo them.
“Beth, why don’t you come down and we can speak in my office” Miss Stanton asked politely.
“No” Beth snapped back.
Miss Stanton snarled before looking at her pointy, acrylic fingernails. She looked up at Beth’s exposed skin. She took a deep breath.
“Beth, we can do this the easy way or the hard way” she spoke. “Either you come down or I will make you come down”.
“Whatever” Beth snapped back, growing in confidence.
Miss Stanton stood in front of the cross. In her heels, she stood at 6 foot, her head just level with Beth’s bikini top. She looked at Beth in the eyes before dragging her index finger nail down Beth’s exposed side. Beth instantly flinched with fear in her eyes, knowing just how ticklish she was. Miss Stanton developed an evil grin on her face as she looked back at Beth before wiggling her fingernails over both of Beth’s sides.
“AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth began chuckling loudly. “AHAHAHAAHAHA NOOHOHOHOHO FAIRRRR AHAHAHAHAHAAHA”.
“Are you going to come down?” Miss Stanton asked.
Beth looked at the crowd of students nervously. Their faces looked as shocked as Beth’s did. In defiance, Beth shook her head.
Miss Stanton reached up to Beth’s armpits and began to scatter her fingernails inside of them.
“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth cackled with laughter.
“I can keep this up all day” Miss Stanton smiled to Beth before digging her nails back into Beth’s sides.
Beth quickly became breathless, crying with laughter. Her face turned red and sweaty as her head bounced from side to side. After a few minutes, Miss Stanton stopped, looking down at Beth’s feet. One of her flip-flops had become dislodged from her toes, teetering on the edge of her toes.
“Last chance” Miss Stanton instructed.
Not wanting to let the students down, Beth gritted her teeth and shook her head. Miss Stanton took a deep breath before crouching down, removing the balancing flip-flop. Beth’s eyes went wide.
“No, please” Beth begged. “Not my FEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEEETTT, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA”.
Miss Stanton was now tickling the top of her feet with one hand and the bottom of her exposed toes with the other. Within minutes, Beth was a complete wreck.
“AHAHAHAHAA STAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth cried with laughter.
“Are you going to come down?” Miss Stanton asked, continuing to tickle her feet.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA YESSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA PLEAAHAHAHAHAAHAHASSEE EHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth begged.
Miss Stanton stood back up, with a smug expression.
“Now, you lot. Disperse” she instructed as the circle of students quickly scattered.
The security team quickly moved in, untying each knot, one by one. Finally, Beth was free. She stepped down, sliding her flip-flop back on her foot.
“My office, NOW” Miss Stanton instructed before walking away.
The security team picked up Beth’s discarded clothes before ushering her through the reception and up the stairs to Miss Stanton’s office.
“Take a seat” Miss Stanton instructed, pointing at the leather chair opposite her desk.
Beth followed the order. The cold leather chair sending a shiver up her spine as she planted her bikini clad body on the seat. Beth looked nervous and upset, something that Miss Stanton noticed straight away.
“I should expel you straight away” she spoke firmly.
“Please Miss, my parents will kill me” Beth begged.
“I don’t like people who disobey a direct order” Miss Stanton said, waving her finger at Beth.
“But Miss” Beth started speaking.
“But nothing” Miss Stanton snapped back.
“Please Miss, I will do anything” Beth begged.
Miss Stanton pondered for a few seconds, looking at the nervous beauty sat on the chair in front of her.
“Put your feet up here” Miss Stanton said, tapping the table.
Confused, Beth followed the instruction.
“Now, I noticed how ticklish you were” Miss Stanton spoke, standing up and positioning Beth’s feet together.
Beth nodded. “I’m so ticklish, I didn’t think you were going to tickle me”.
“Let’s make a deal” Miss Stanton said, sliding off both of Beth’s flip-flops.
Beth looked up at Miss Stanton nervously, watching how fixated her eyes were on her soles. Miss Stanton placed a business card in between Beth’s big toes.
“Hold this card tightly” Miss Stanton instructed. “Seeing you wriggle and squirm earlier brought me back to my youth. I had a strong passion for tickling other girls back then. Watching them beg and plead whilst I tortured their sensitive skin. It was extremely fun”.
“Please don’t tickle me” Beth begged.
“The deal is this” Miss Stanton started speaking. “I am going to tickle your soles with my nails, slowly. If you drop the card, you will be my new tickle slave. If you succeed, you are free to go. If you refuse, you are expelled. Deal?”
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Beth said dejectedly.
“Not if you want to remain part of this University” Miss Stanton said firmly.
“How long do I have to hold it for?” Beth questioned.
“Three minutes” she replied.
Beth thought for a few seconds. Three minutes did not sound like a long time at all.
“Deal” Beth replied.
Miss Stanton opened up her desk drawer, retrieving a stiff turkey feather.
“God, I haven’t used this for ages” she chuckled to herself before setting a countdown timer on her computer, turning the screen to face Beth. “Ready?”
Beth nodded as she saw the timer flick to 2:59. Before she could prepare, she felt the soft, ticklish sensation shoot up from her right arch. She instantly clenched the arms of the chair, digging her nail in.
“Wow, feather ticklish” Miss Stanton mocked. “You’re really ticklish”.
Beth shut her eyes and clamped her mouth shut, trying to supress the giggles. Miss Stanton increased the speed of the feather, dragging it up and down Beth’s soft, wrinkled arch. Her toes scrunched as soon as the feather hit the ball of her foot. Nervously she opened her eyes again, seeing that the timer was only on 2 minutes 20.
Miss Stanton switched the feather onto her left arch, gliding it up and down.
“Tehehehee” Beth giggled as the feather glided across every wrinkle on her left arch.
“Time for the toes” Miss Stanton chuckled as she moved the feather up to Beth’s little toe.
“Hehehehehehe ittttt tickleeesss hehehehehehehe” Beth giggled louder.
Beth’s feet flinching and twitching as the feather glided across her two bare feet, running under each set of toes. Miss Stanton picked up the pace of the feather, watching Beth’s feet scrunch and flex, barely keeping the card between her toes.
Miss Stanton saw an opportunity as Beth’s toes stretched, placing the feather in between her big toe and second toe on her right foot, twisting the feather in a circle.
“TEEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEEE” Beth giggled loudly, dropping the card as her right foot twitched violently.
She opened her eyes to see the timer stopped on 42 seconds. Miss Stanton had a large grin on her face.
“Unlucky, you did so well” she joked.
Beth retracted her feet from the table quickly, placing them on the carpeted floor. She lowered her head and placed her face in the palms of her hands.
“What now?” she asked nervously.
“You’re now my tickle slave” Miss Stanton said with glee. “I have a zoom meeting with the board in a few minutes. These things really drag on so I need something to occupy my mind”.
“W-What do you want me to do?” Beth stuttered.
“Go under my desk, lie on your stomach and place your feet together in my lap” Miss Stanton instructed.
“Really?” Beth questioned.
“YOU NEVER QUESTION ME AGAIN” Miss Stanton snapped. “Unless you want me to send you packing”.
“No, sorry Miss” Beth replied getting on her hands and knees and crawling under the desk.
Miss Stanton patted her lap with her hands as Beth slowly adjusted under the desk and placed her feet in Miss Stanton’s lap.
“Now, I don’t want to hear a sound from you” Miss Stanton instructed. “I will be as gentle as I can”.
Miss Stanton stared down at the soft, pale soles in her lap. Beth’s long toes scrunched up against her stomach.
“You have such pretty feet” Miss Stanton complimented, brushing the little bits of dirt from Beth’s feet.
Beth took a deep breath whilst she heard the voices talking on the computer, Miss Stanton slowly massaged Beth’s soles before gliding a single nail up and down her right sole. Beth’s foot twitching constantly as the pointed acrylic nail glided over her soft skin. As the light tickling intensified, Beth quickly covered her mouth with her hands, trying to prevent the giggles from escaping.
Miss Stanton took of her high heels, dropping them to the floor before wrapping her legs around Beth’s and placing her warm, nylon covered feet on Beth’s back. She continued to stroke Beth’s sensitive soles for the next hour with Beth really struggling to stay quiet. Miss Stanton got pleasure from the amount of wriggling Beth’s body and soles were doing.
Finally, after another half an hour, the call was ended. Beth went to move her feet.
“Excuse me” Miss Stanton said firmly. “Where do you think you are going?”
“Umm, you said it was for the call” Beth replied in confusion.
“I just said I get bored on the call” Miss Stanton replied, gripping her legs together and pinning Beth’s legs in place.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth wailed with laughter as Miss Stanton scribbled her nails all over Beth’s soles.
Miss Stanton kept up the tickling as Beth’s fists pounded the floor over and over. Her nails scribbled and scratched in between each wrinkle on her soles before she finally released Beth’s legs.
“You are free to go for now” Miss Stanton said with a smile, helping Beth out from underneath the desk.
Beth brushed her hair off her sweaty forehead, breathing heavily.
“I want you to return to me on Friday at 4pm” Miss Stanton instructed. “Up until then, I want you to moisturise your body every night and wear woollen socks to bed. Got it”.
Beth took a deep breath before nodding.
“Oh, and one more thing” Miss Stanton smiled. “I’ve booked you in for a pedicure at 2pm on Friday. You’re feet are lovely but I want them to be a perfect as possible”.
Beth nodded slowly before putting on her tracksuit and flip-flops.
“Dismissed” Miss Stanton said firmly, pointing at the door.
Beth turned slowly, her eyes filled with tears as she left the office and returned to her accommodation.
Her flatmates were glad upon her return.
“I can’t believe your still here” one asked. “What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it” Beth replied, hugging her friend.
“I think I would have peed my pants if she tickled my feet” another said.
“Look, I’m still here, let’s just leave it as that” Beth sobbed before heading to her room, closing the door behind her.
‘Dear Students,
Due to an increased level of complaints from residents, we are banning the use of the campus field for sunbathing. Students can still use the field as long as they are appropriately dressed i.e. shirts must be worn accompanied by shorts/skirts/trousers.
Any failure to adhere to this rule will be punishable by exclusion from the site.
Regards
Campus Faculty’
Within seconds, Beth’s WhatsApp chat pinged with messages from everyone on the group in complete uproar about the email.
‘Let us discuss this when we meet on the field’ Beth replied.
Beth quickly got herself changed into the shortest shorts she could find with a white crop top. The tanned brunette stood in front of the mirror and checked herself over before sliding on her flip-flops. She grabbed her keys and phone before heading out the front door.
As Beth approached the field, she could see a crowd of 15-20 people already gathered around, most were not even in her WhatsApp group, so the news had spread quickly. Over the next few minutes, the crowd grew to nearly 40 students, all bitching about the email. Beth knew that she had to get the meeting going, as it was her idea. She shushed the crowd before finally speaking;
“Hi everyone, those who don’t know me, I’m Beth. I know you are all here because of the ridiculous email that was sent earlier and like me, you’re not happy about it. We need to make a stand against the university. This is like our own backyard, they cannot expect us to not use it to relax and sunbathe, we pay for it.” Beth said firmly as the crowd slowly grew.
“But what can we do?” a voice from the crowd said.
“A protest” Beth spoke confidently. “We all sunbathe, they can’t expel us all”.
There was a lot of murmuring from the crowd, with little action. Beth took it upon herself to start the protest, taking off her top before rolling it into a ball and lying down on the floor, using it as a pillow.
One by one, the crowd did the same, spreading themselves out. Within minutes, the campus security arrived and tried to disperse everyone with no success. They walked away, the crowd thought they had won and began to chat between themselves. Another few minutes passed before parts of the ground lightly vibrated. Before the crowd could work out what was going on, the sprinklers kicked in, soaking everyone and sending them running for their dorms.
Beth sat on her bed, defeated; wondering what she could do next. She pondered for a few minutes before a light went off in her head, she grabbed her phone and began typing a message to the group.
‘Guys, I know that didn’t go to plan, but I have an idea and I need your help. Let’s stage a protest on the cross in front of the reception. I will climb on but I need you all to form a circle around me to stop the security from getting to me’.
‘How will you stay on, we could be there for hours’ one of the group replied.
‘We could tie you to it. There is a little step at the bottom that you can rest your heels on’ another replied.
Beth pondered again.
‘Let’s do it, meet in 20 minutes’ she replied in excitement.
Beth changed into her most colourful bikini and covered up with tracksuit bottoms and a top before she left the accommodation again, walking up to the reception. As she approached, 20 other students joined her. She approached the cross and looked up at it, the step was only 2 foot above the ground for her to stand on but the horizontal beam was around 6 foot in the air, something her tiny 5 foot 2 body would barely reach. She looked around the group before noticing two of the football boys, both over 6 foot.
“You two will have to tie my arms, I don’t think anyone else can reach” Beth said firmly.
They nodded as the other passed them a couple of dressing gown cords. Beth quickly stripped down to her bikini before sliding her flip-flops back on. The boys tied one end of the cord around Beth’s wrists and elbows. After a quick look around, Beth was helped onto the cross, planting her heels on the platform. It supported around half of her size 5 feet. Quickly the boys wrapped the other ends of the dressing gown cords around the horizontal beam, securing Beth’s wrists and elbows to it. Some others tied cords around her waist, knees and ankles, completely immobilising Beth.
Finally, the knotting of the cords were complete. The other students stripped down to their bikinis and the men stripped down to their shorts, forming a circle around the cross.
“They are coming” Beth announced, seeing the security guards storming over. “Everyone hold tight”.
The guards tried to disperse the crowd with no success, trying for a few minutes before picking up the radio.
“Ma’am, you need to come to the reception immediately. We have a large protest” one said on the radio.
The three security guards took a step back and cross their arms, to look as menacing as possible.
“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE!” A female voice shouted from the reception doors.
The circle of students looked over to see the University Head walk out onto the forecourt. Miss Stanton stormed over to the crowd. The 46 year old’s high heels clicking on the concrete floor as her stern face grew with anger.
Miss Stanton had been the head for a couple of years. Although young for her position, she struck fear amongst the students. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun, glasses on the tip of her nose as she adjusted her suit jacket before addressing the crowd.
“Who is responsible?” She asked, trying to maintain calm.
The group looked down at the floor before Miss Stanton looked up to see Beth tied to the cross in her bikini.
“Beth, what is the meaning of this!” She asked firmly.
“We, we, we feel that you are taking away our rights to utilise the entire facility” Beth stuttered, gulping deeply.
“Get her down from there immediately” Miss Stanton instructed the security team.
The circle of students remained intact as the security guards tried to push past.
“Let’s talk about this like grown-ups” Miss Stanton spoke to Beth. “This is not the way forward”.
“We will not move” Beth instructed back.
Miss Stanton walked towards the circle. “MOVE” she shouted.
In fear, the circle let her through with ease, before joining back up to block the security guards. Miss Stanton looked at the knots that had been tied by the crowd, quickly realising it would take some time to undo them.
“Beth, why don’t you come down and we can speak in my office” Miss Stanton asked politely.
“No” Beth snapped back.
Miss Stanton snarled before looking at her pointy, acrylic fingernails. She looked up at Beth’s exposed skin. She took a deep breath.
“Beth, we can do this the easy way or the hard way” she spoke. “Either you come down or I will make you come down”.
“Whatever” Beth snapped back, growing in confidence.
Miss Stanton stood in front of the cross. In her heels, she stood at 6 foot, her head just level with Beth’s bikini top. She looked at Beth in the eyes before dragging her index finger nail down Beth’s exposed side. Beth instantly flinched with fear in her eyes, knowing just how ticklish she was. Miss Stanton developed an evil grin on her face as she looked back at Beth before wiggling her fingernails over both of Beth’s sides.
“AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth began chuckling loudly. “AHAHAHAAHAHA NOOHOHOHOHO FAIRRRR AHAHAHAHAHAAHA”.
“Are you going to come down?” Miss Stanton asked.
Beth looked at the crowd of students nervously. Their faces looked as shocked as Beth’s did. In defiance, Beth shook her head.
Miss Stanton reached up to Beth’s armpits and began to scatter her fingernails inside of them.
“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth cackled with laughter.
“I can keep this up all day” Miss Stanton smiled to Beth before digging her nails back into Beth’s sides.
Beth quickly became breathless, crying with laughter. Her face turned red and sweaty as her head bounced from side to side. After a few minutes, Miss Stanton stopped, looking down at Beth’s feet. One of her flip-flops had become dislodged from her toes, teetering on the edge of her toes.
“Last chance” Miss Stanton instructed.
Not wanting to let the students down, Beth gritted her teeth and shook her head. Miss Stanton took a deep breath before crouching down, removing the balancing flip-flop. Beth’s eyes went wide.
“No, please” Beth begged. “Not my FEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEEETTT, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA”.
Miss Stanton was now tickling the top of her feet with one hand and the bottom of her exposed toes with the other. Within minutes, Beth was a complete wreck.
“AHAHAHAHAA STAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAPPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth cried with laughter.
“Are you going to come down?” Miss Stanton asked, continuing to tickle her feet.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA YESSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA PLEAAHAHAHAHAAHAHASSEE EHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth begged.
Miss Stanton stood back up, with a smug expression.
“Now, you lot. Disperse” she instructed as the circle of students quickly scattered.
The security team quickly moved in, untying each knot, one by one. Finally, Beth was free. She stepped down, sliding her flip-flop back on her foot.
“My office, NOW” Miss Stanton instructed before walking away.
The security team picked up Beth’s discarded clothes before ushering her through the reception and up the stairs to Miss Stanton’s office.
“Take a seat” Miss Stanton instructed, pointing at the leather chair opposite her desk.
Beth followed the order. The cold leather chair sending a shiver up her spine as she planted her bikini clad body on the seat. Beth looked nervous and upset, something that Miss Stanton noticed straight away.
“I should expel you straight away” she spoke firmly.
“Please Miss, my parents will kill me” Beth begged.
“I don’t like people who disobey a direct order” Miss Stanton said, waving her finger at Beth.
“But Miss” Beth started speaking.
“But nothing” Miss Stanton snapped back.
“Please Miss, I will do anything” Beth begged.
Miss Stanton pondered for a few seconds, looking at the nervous beauty sat on the chair in front of her.
“Put your feet up here” Miss Stanton said, tapping the table.
Confused, Beth followed the instruction.
“Now, I noticed how ticklish you were” Miss Stanton spoke, standing up and positioning Beth’s feet together.
Beth nodded. “I’m so ticklish, I didn’t think you were going to tickle me”.
“Let’s make a deal” Miss Stanton said, sliding off both of Beth’s flip-flops.
Beth looked up at Miss Stanton nervously, watching how fixated her eyes were on her soles. Miss Stanton placed a business card in between Beth’s big toes.
“Hold this card tightly” Miss Stanton instructed. “Seeing you wriggle and squirm earlier brought me back to my youth. I had a strong passion for tickling other girls back then. Watching them beg and plead whilst I tortured their sensitive skin. It was extremely fun”.
“Please don’t tickle me” Beth begged.
“The deal is this” Miss Stanton started speaking. “I am going to tickle your soles with my nails, slowly. If you drop the card, you will be my new tickle slave. If you succeed, you are free to go. If you refuse, you are expelled. Deal?”
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Beth said dejectedly.
“Not if you want to remain part of this University” Miss Stanton said firmly.
“How long do I have to hold it for?” Beth questioned.
“Three minutes” she replied.
Beth thought for a few seconds. Three minutes did not sound like a long time at all.
“Deal” Beth replied.
Miss Stanton opened up her desk drawer, retrieving a stiff turkey feather.
“God, I haven’t used this for ages” she chuckled to herself before setting a countdown timer on her computer, turning the screen to face Beth. “Ready?”
Beth nodded as she saw the timer flick to 2:59. Before she could prepare, she felt the soft, ticklish sensation shoot up from her right arch. She instantly clenched the arms of the chair, digging her nail in.
“Wow, feather ticklish” Miss Stanton mocked. “You’re really ticklish”.
Beth shut her eyes and clamped her mouth shut, trying to supress the giggles. Miss Stanton increased the speed of the feather, dragging it up and down Beth’s soft, wrinkled arch. Her toes scrunched as soon as the feather hit the ball of her foot. Nervously she opened her eyes again, seeing that the timer was only on 2 minutes 20.
Miss Stanton switched the feather onto her left arch, gliding it up and down.
“Tehehehee” Beth giggled as the feather glided across every wrinkle on her left arch.
“Time for the toes” Miss Stanton chuckled as she moved the feather up to Beth’s little toe.
“Hehehehehehe ittttt tickleeesss hehehehehehehe” Beth giggled louder.
Beth’s feet flinching and twitching as the feather glided across her two bare feet, running under each set of toes. Miss Stanton picked up the pace of the feather, watching Beth’s feet scrunch and flex, barely keeping the card between her toes.
Miss Stanton saw an opportunity as Beth’s toes stretched, placing the feather in between her big toe and second toe on her right foot, twisting the feather in a circle.
“TEEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEEE” Beth giggled loudly, dropping the card as her right foot twitched violently.
She opened her eyes to see the timer stopped on 42 seconds. Miss Stanton had a large grin on her face.
“Unlucky, you did so well” she joked.
Beth retracted her feet from the table quickly, placing them on the carpeted floor. She lowered her head and placed her face in the palms of her hands.
“What now?” she asked nervously.
“You’re now my tickle slave” Miss Stanton said with glee. “I have a zoom meeting with the board in a few minutes. These things really drag on so I need something to occupy my mind”.
“W-What do you want me to do?” Beth stuttered.
“Go under my desk, lie on your stomach and place your feet together in my lap” Miss Stanton instructed.
“Really?” Beth questioned.
“YOU NEVER QUESTION ME AGAIN” Miss Stanton snapped. “Unless you want me to send you packing”.
“No, sorry Miss” Beth replied getting on her hands and knees and crawling under the desk.
Miss Stanton patted her lap with her hands as Beth slowly adjusted under the desk and placed her feet in Miss Stanton’s lap.
“Now, I don’t want to hear a sound from you” Miss Stanton instructed. “I will be as gentle as I can”.
Miss Stanton stared down at the soft, pale soles in her lap. Beth’s long toes scrunched up against her stomach.
“You have such pretty feet” Miss Stanton complimented, brushing the little bits of dirt from Beth’s feet.
Beth took a deep breath whilst she heard the voices talking on the computer, Miss Stanton slowly massaged Beth’s soles before gliding a single nail up and down her right sole. Beth’s foot twitching constantly as the pointed acrylic nail glided over her soft skin. As the light tickling intensified, Beth quickly covered her mouth with her hands, trying to prevent the giggles from escaping.
Miss Stanton took of her high heels, dropping them to the floor before wrapping her legs around Beth’s and placing her warm, nylon covered feet on Beth’s back. She continued to stroke Beth’s sensitive soles for the next hour with Beth really struggling to stay quiet. Miss Stanton got pleasure from the amount of wriggling Beth’s body and soles were doing.
Finally, after another half an hour, the call was ended. Beth went to move her feet.
“Excuse me” Miss Stanton said firmly. “Where do you think you are going?”
“Umm, you said it was for the call” Beth replied in confusion.
“I just said I get bored on the call” Miss Stanton replied, gripping her legs together and pinning Beth’s legs in place.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Beth wailed with laughter as Miss Stanton scribbled her nails all over Beth’s soles.
Miss Stanton kept up the tickling as Beth’s fists pounded the floor over and over. Her nails scribbled and scratched in between each wrinkle on her soles before she finally released Beth’s legs.
“You are free to go for now” Miss Stanton said with a smile, helping Beth out from underneath the desk.
Beth brushed her hair off her sweaty forehead, breathing heavily.
“I want you to return to me on Friday at 4pm” Miss Stanton instructed. “Up until then, I want you to moisturise your body every night and wear woollen socks to bed. Got it”.
Beth took a deep breath before nodding.
“Oh, and one more thing” Miss Stanton smiled. “I’ve booked you in for a pedicure at 2pm on Friday. You’re feet are lovely but I want them to be a perfect as possible”.
Beth nodded slowly before putting on her tracksuit and flip-flops.
“Dismissed” Miss Stanton said firmly, pointing at the door.
Beth turned slowly, her eyes filled with tears as she left the office and returned to her accommodation.
Her flatmates were glad upon her return.
“I can’t believe your still here” one asked. “What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it” Beth replied, hugging her friend.
“I think I would have peed my pants if she tickled my feet” another said.
“Look, I’m still here, let’s just leave it as that” Beth sobbed before heading to her room, closing the door behind her.
