For TLDR folks: Just skip to the last couple of sentences. Lol
It's funny. I always enjoy those plot points in stories or videos where ticklish revenge is taken out on someone who has wronged the tickler. The hateful cheerleader who bullies the nerd only to wind up tied down and tickled as penance (Shoutout PrimeTime). The husband who cheats on his wife and she exacts revenge. There's like... a satisfaction I get from it in some way. I've even heard a real life story from my friend Betsy. She was at odds with another woman when she was in college. Things got extremely heated one day. She was about to haul off and clock the other woman, but, for whatever reason, she tackled her and proceeded to tickle the shit out of her. Betsy told me she didn't know what even possessed her to do that, but apparently she did a real number on the other woman before she was eventually pulled off of her (which she even said she wishes she caught her alone so she could have tickled her much longer). I wanted to ask further questions, but I was still coming to terms with my fetish back then and, even though we knew we were both into it, it was still an uncomfortable subject for me. But I remember feeling a bit hot under the collar when she told me that story.
For me, however, it is very different. Let's say a woman did me wrong; i.e. an ex cheated on me (which happened long ago), or a woman is insanely rude to me. This recently happened. I was on an Uber Eats/Grubhub shift. I was doing a "shop and pay" order. The store didn't have strawberries the customer asked for. I messaged her, I called her multiple times. I even made a replacement suggestion in the app. But she didn't respond nor approve the replacement, so I didn't get any and left with what I could find. I show up at the customer's place. I ring the bell, per her instructions. She comes out and the first thing I notice is she's already annoyed (uh oh)... The second thing that she is an attractive woman and was actually dressed up, as if she just came from an event, and she was barefoot. Lol. I hand her the groceries and explain the situation with the strawberries and she let me have it. She was pissed . I tried to explain the process to her, but that did nothing to calm her down and she went inside, slamming the door. I've been fussed at before because restaurants take forever, or because another driver screwed something up, or a restaurant hands me the wrong bag with the correct receipt. This was different. This was an excessive badgering... all over some damned strawberries. Lol. Our fantasy material would dictate that she "needed to be brought down a peg" and receive a ticklish attitude adjustment. My reality: I don't even want to be in the same room as that person. If I ever saw her again, I would go the other way.
You could be fine as all hell as she was (at least initially), but the moment you show you're ugly, the thought of making any physical contact makes me want to throw up in my mouth. Lol. I can't do it.