My eyes sprang open with shock as Miss Heart dug deep into my armpits, kneading vigorously and forcefully.
“Wahahaha!” I erupted. “Nohoho!” I thrashed wildly in my restraints, but she held her grasp firmly and continued the ticklish onslaught.
“Eeyahaha!” I laughed. “No! Plehehease!” Every squeeze sent an overwhelming electric impulse surging throughout my body. She ran down my arms from my elbows to my ribs, pausing to jab into my pits and make me squeal.
“Stahahahap!” I begged. “I cahahahan’t take it!” My pleas were ignored though, and the attack only increased in ferocity. She poked and prodded without remorse, clearly delighted by my anguish.
“Ooh, you are a ticklish one indeed” she teased. “I can see that this is going to be a very productive week.” I instinctively pulled at my restraints, desperate for my arms to come down and cover my defenseless body. Of course I found no relief, and the thought that I had no means of protecting myself only made it tickle even more.
Miss Heart finally gave my underarms a rest for a second only to immediately assault my ribs and chest with a renewed determination to torture me.
“Hahahanowahaha!” I cried. “Plehease stahap!” She grinned deviously and pressed in between each rib, dragging her fingers from the sides to the center of my chest and back.
Then she brought her wiggling fingers down to my abdomen and scribbled them mercilessly across my belly.
“Eeeyahaha!” I shrieked as she pinched my sides and spidered her nails around my stomach. Occasionally she would twist a knuckle into my bellybutton and laugh as I was reduced to s giggling mess. Despite her professional demeanor, she obviously enjoyed tormenting me. This was as much a pleasure for her as it a nightmare for me.
That being said, in the midst of my agony, I couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by the whole procedure. The physiological mixture of my helpless submission combined with the overwhelming physical sensation was almost too much to bare. My penis was now hard as a rock, and I’m sure she knew she was driving me crazy.
This torture went on for a half hour before the timer gave a short beep. Miss Heart paused her watch and gave me a much needed break.
“Pa-please.” I entreated, trying to catch my breath. “I-I can’t-I can’t take anymore. Please. N-no more.” Miss Heart looked at me with a slight frown.
“But we’re only just getting started. What kind of instructor would I be if I denied my students a proper education?” she posited. “It would be downright cruel.” The irony of this statement was not lost on me.
“You still have 30 more minutes of routine tickling before we move on to the advanced corrective action,” she reminded me, “and I intend to spare you no consequences whatsoever. It’s for your own good and I expect you to cooperate.” With that she resumed the timer and continued her assault. This time she...
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