This day just keeps getting better and better. You stop tickling her, and undo her zipties.
"Stand up," you say.
She does.
"Lift your arm up. There's no more need for this," you say, as you pull off her top. Then you tell her to step out of her pants. You fold her clothes and lock them away in a closet.
"You'll get those back if you're a good girl. Now show me where I should tickle you."
"Please, Kevin. Can't I at least put some clothes on?"
"It's very strange," you say. "I distinctly remember when you dragged Maddie to the library, stripped her naked and left her there to be tickled all day by feathers, where everyone could see. I thought you were okay with nudity."
"That was different."
"Yes. I could do this in public. Now let's see that ass you want me to tickle."
She turns around, suddenly silent.
"I said ass, not back. Grab your ankle, I have better access that way."
She bends over to touch her shin.
"I said ankles."
"I can't reach them."
"Then spread your legs."
Before you start tickling her, you inhale in the view that you're getting. You have to admit that Laura is a really attractive woman, and now in front of you is the best view possible of her firm butt and her shaved lips.
"Remember how I said you'll get your clothes back if you'll be a good girl? I will think you're a very bad girl if you let go of your ankles. Now ask me to tickle you."
"Please, Kevin, tickle my ass."
She doesn't have to ask you twice. You start by dragging your nails across her upper thighs. That only gets you some squirming. That's fine. You're not in a hurry. She'll be howling really soon. but first, you decide to play with her a bit. When your hands reach her butt, you start wiggling your fingers. She starts chuckling a bit, but you're sure this is a real relief for her, after the tickle torture you've just put her through.
"Hhhhhhaaaaaahhaaa." You get her laughing when you blow a raspberry on her butt cheek. You repeat that a few times, alternating between right and left. She's squirming now, but so far she manages to hold onto her ankle.
Your next target is her upper thighs again.
"Eeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeee," she chuckles, as you blow your first raspberry, at the very top of her thigh, so high that your nose almost touches her pussy. You don't mind the view, and decide to stay there for a few more raspberries, which result in even more laughter.
Then, as you look forward, you can't control yourself, and give a quick tickle to one of her nipples hanging down in front of you. She immediately lets out a shriek, and tries to protect her breast from you.
"Uh-oh. Someone's let go of her ankles."
"That's not fair. That was not my butt."
You pretend to consider what she just said.
"That's true," you finally say. "Then I think I'll just take away your pants. You can get your top back, and you only have to walk to your room half naked. Unless you want me to punish you in some other way."
She sighs.
"Fine. Please punish me for letting go of my ankles."
"I don't think your heart was in that, but I'll let it slide." You grab one of your favourite tools, a large peacock feather. You wave it in front of her face. "Now spread your butt cheeks."
Her eyes widen.
"NO! Don't do that, please."
"You already know what happens if you don't do it. Now spread your cheeks, and don't let go. I'm going to pull this feather up and down your buttcrack two hundred times. Every time you move your hands, we'll add 20. How does that sound?"
Not waiting for an answer, you start her punishment.
"AAAHHAAAAAAAHAAA," she laughs, as the feather makes its first way down, the tip kissing her butthole, than going up again.
You repeat that motion, rythmically. Starting from the tip of her tailbone, dragging the feather slowly down her buttcrack, then her butthole, her perineum, and up to her butthole again. It's obviously her worst part, so you take extra care to spend more time there, sometimes even wiggling the tip of the feather on her anus as you pass over it.
"STTAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAPPP, PLLLEEEEEEEEAAHHAAEESEEE," she pleads, as you make another round, and another, and another.
Then, when you don't stop, her pleas just turn to howling. You see her fingers grabbing onto her own ass cheeks, struggling not to let go.
At one hundred, when you start your way up, you stop at her asshole, and decide to take another trip down to her taint and back. Then you swoosh up, fast, to get down again as soon as possible. She does not like it.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHOHHHHHHHHOOOO," she cries. Then you repeat that, spending as much time on her asshole and taint as possible. Finally, she can't hold it longer.
She lets go of her butt cheeks, to protect them from the feather.
"That's twenty more," you say victoriously. "Spread them again."
And the game continues. You didn't think it was possible, but you suspect you've found a spot even more sensitive than her nipples. You get her to let go once more, which is a bit less than you hoped for, although it for sure will be a lot to her. By stroke two hundred, she's giggling even when you stop the feather, and doesn't even think to stop showcasing you her asscrack.
"You let go twice," you inform her, as if she didn't know. "That's supposed to be forty more feathers. But I'm bored of that. So," you say, as you pull out a smaller, stiffer feather, "I think instead, I will tickle your asshole for a minute."
"No! No! Not my asshole! Please, it's so ticklish."
"I know. That's why I want to tickle it. But if you don't want me to, we can always let the fairies..."
Laura turns pale at the thought of the tickle fairies having their way with her asshole for as long as they please. She also seems to have learned what her role is in this whole ordeal, because she says, unprompted, "Please tickle my asshole, Kevin."
"Why?"
"Because I've been bad."
"Right. Now spread your cheeks. And if you let go now, I will tie you up and tickle your asshole for fifteen minutes."
With one hand on her butt to spread her even further, you start working with the feather on the very sensitive anus.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."
You only touch the tip of the feather to her butthole, dancing it around, tickling the soft tissue and making her howl with laughter.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."
You give her soft licks of the feather, lifting it up from her asshole to bring it down again, intermitting the tickling with very brief pauses, that actually make it worse, because they don't let her get used to it at all. You can't imagine what it's like for her, having to hold herself open so you can tickle her most sensitive spot.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHOHHHHHHHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
"We're almost halfway there," you say, knowing that she thought it's been much longer.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she screams, as you continue to torment her butthole, drawing circles around it with the soft tip of the feather.
Then, with ten seconds left, you get the big gun. You grab the brush with your other hand, and start attacking one little spot with the two tools at once. She loses it. She wails like crazy, and with only five seconds left, she topples over, and lets go of her butt so she can catch herself.
She looks mortified, as she's sitting on the floor, knowing what's coming. You decide to wallow on that a bit.
"Well, well. It looks like you lost it at the last second. Now, I don't want to be cruel. But you have to understand, if I don't tickle your asshole for fifteen minutes now, then you won't ever take my threats seriously."
"Please, Kevin. I can't take it. Please. Can't you just tickle me somewhere else?"
You decide not to say anything. She knows the rules by now; she knows that after you played with her boobs and ass, you won't be happy just tickling her feet or side. You can see the cogwheels turning in her brain as she figures out the only way she can escape her punishment.
"Please. You can tickle me there, if you want to."
"Where? Tell show me."
She sighs, but then she does it anyway. She spreads her legs and says
"Please tickle my pussy Kevin."
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