“You are a veeeeeeery ticklish mannequin, aren’t you?” With one hand, Amy quickly pinned Layla’s wrists on the floor, leaving her armpits exposed. “We’ll have to explore that, won’t we? Is this cute little mannequin ticklish up here? Hmm?”
Using only one of her hands, she began to tickle the girl’s underarms. Fingers making spidering motions, nails raking gently over the skin protected by her clothes, and thumbs making deep massaging motions. Amy applied an assortment of techniques to tickle Layla, not only to make the girl laugh like if there was no tomorrow, but also for future references.
“WAHAHAHahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Layla erupted into loud and clumsy girly cackles, before her laughter remained at a steady volume and flow.
“Or perhaps the mannequin is ticklish down here?” Amy’s hands switched to Layla’s ribs and sides, covering everything from her upper ribs to her hips, using her well known and devastatingly effective lobster-claw technique.
“OHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Layla’s laughter went up a notch and took a bit of a more hysterical tone to it. The girl began to shake her head and to flail around playfully, trying uselessly to kick her legs.
After a few seconds of upperbody tickling assault, that also included a few random and unexpected thighs and belly button tickles here and there, Amy used her bigger size as an advantage and flipped Layla over, trapping the girl’s body with her legs, using her own upperbody and her arms to trap the girl’s legs, all while leaving the pair of tiny bare feet facing the ceiling and at her mercy.
“But this is what made me the most curious: a mannequin with ticklish FEET!” Accentuating that last word, Amy unleashed her fingernails, her most effective tickling weapons, to skitter and spider all over Layla’s bare soles.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The girl exploded into mirthful cackles and guffaws. There was no inch of her bare feet that didn’t feel insanely ticklish under the playful and tender ministrations of her babysitter’s expert fingers. Layla simply threw her head back as she laughed as much as the tickles on her feet commanded her, and let herself be carried away by the laughter like a castaway being drifted away by the currents.
“Not there? That’s odd, I thought that you liked getting tickled. Don’t you like it, Layla? Tell me that you like it.” Amy teased the girl, her fingers never stopping.
“HAHAHAHAHA I LIKE HEEHEEHEHEET AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The girl said out loud.
“Hmmmm, you just like it? Don’t you loooooove it? Don’t you looooooove getting tickled, baby girl?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA YES AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I LAHAHAHAVE IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Layla was besides herself with tickles, but the teasing was maddening! She always loved any kind of tickling games, but Amy’s skills were on another level. She never had so much fun before, with her desperation, mirth, excitement, and laughter all clashing at once inside of her.
“There we go. If you love it, then you shall have it, baby girl. Coochie coochie coo, cutie pie. Laugh for me.” Amy said with a teasy smirk on her face.
And Layla was delighted to comply. Being as ticklish as she was, she didn’t have much of a choice, but being a long-time tickle enthusiast, she was having the time of her life laughing at the top of her lungs while Amy was giving her just a taste of her tickling skills.
After a few completely blissful minutes of foot tickles, Amy finally stopped and released Layla. Getting up to her feet, she lended a hand to the girl and helped her get up.
“Sorry cutie pie, but you lost this round. You’re one step closer to getting a punishment later.” Amy said as she winked at the girl. Layla looked back at Amy with a smile of amusement on her face.
“Well! The first round of the game is almost done then! Now, chop-chop kids, unfreeze and start to tidy up the room again.” Amy said in an upbeat but commanding tone as she clapped her hands twice.
The kids followed suit, resuming their activities, with a nervous tingle on their spines knowing that they would unavoidably be subject to Amy’s expert tickles, but unable to know when would that happen.
“And… mannequin!” Amy shouted again.
Just like before, the three siblings froze in the exact positions they were holding when they heard the key word.
“Very well, let’s see then… who to… play with?” Amy mused out loud while she began to walk around the room to choose the next “mannequin” she would be putting to the test.
She finally chose…
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