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Lovely Tickles
Lovely Tickles
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Chapter One
"Oh, dear," exclaimed the hostess. "It looks like we're almost out of seats!" Though this pleasant neighbourhood picnic was a rousing success, the comfortable number of attendees still exceeded the number of seats available in the modestly sized sitting room. So, when it came time for indoor tea, it appeared that some would be left standing once drinks had been served.
"Well," harrumphed Mrs. Lovely as she nestled her ample bottom into a comfortable easy-chair perch. "There's no point in taking up room when I can share my seat with one of the children!
"Billy? Why not be a gentleman and hop up on my lap, hmm? You can give your seat to one of the girls."
The suggestion seemed harmless enough to William, coming as it did from the kindly older woman he had met earlier in the afternoon. So, after first glancing towards his mother to confirm her approval, the boy stood and carefully carried his lemonade to stand before Mrs. Lovely's primly closed knees.
All in all, the afternoon had gone quite well. The boy and his mother had just moved to the area and this informal get-together had been arranged by a neighbour to allow the local women to introduce themselves to the newcomers. It was a pleasant time of introduction for the neighbourhood children as well, since William had the opportunity to meet those which the local mothers had brought along for the backyard picnic.
With all seated about the room now served with tea or lemonade as best suited their ages, the boy couldn't help but notice how the children bristled as the lad had crossed the room to where Mrs. Lovely sat. Catching them whisper secretively to each other as he happily stepped towards the woman's waiting arms, William wondered if they were perhaps jealous he had been invited to share a seat with the kindly matron.
From what he could gather from the earlier conversation shared with his mother, Mrs. Lovely was a privately wealthy woman who had taken on the role of 'good Samaritan' in this small town. Never passing up an opportunity to help those in need, the middle-aged matron carried her pleasant plumpness well and looked the perfect example of a story book nanny. With her constant smile radiating a happy and affectionate mood, the woman's presence instilled instant trust in all who met her, and her quiet confidence and subtle talcum powder scent assuring all that she was completely incapable of doing wrong. The matron's habit of volunteering at the local daycare and offering babysitting services for little more than a 'thank you' in return served only to bolster that image among the local mothers and it was clear she had the respect of all.
Endowed with an exceptionally large bosom, the woman seemed made to give the generous hugs with which she greeted every lady at the party. Flattering her plump figure with a flowery, ankle-length dress, Mrs. Lovely generously framed her abundance with a plunging sweetheart neckline and primly tamed her long grey hair with a conservatively wrapped librarian's bun. Managing somehow to give the impression of both assured relaxation and unquestioned self control, the woman stepped about in her white ballet flats as a beacon of confidence for the other ladies and was obviously well acquainted with them all.
"Why, is this your son?" Mrs. Lovely asked, as she looked kindly down upon the shy boy.
"Oh, yes," came her answer, as the lad's mother proceeded to introduce the two. "My first and only."
"Well, isn't he pretty!" cooed the matron, as she affectionately pinched William's cheek. "Who could ever resist such a cutie? I'm sure all the ladies just want to gobble you up!" Blushing at the childish remark, the lad smiled shyly and silently stood by as the two women continued to share pleasantries and idle small-talk.
"A single mother!" remarked the plump lady, as she learned that the boy was being raised by one parent alone. "Goodness me! It must be so difficult in this day."
"Well, it can be a trial at times," smiled the young woman, as she looked down upon her son. "But we're getting by."
Tut-tutting at the thought of such a thing, Mrs. Lovely said "My dear, I'm just down the road from you two. If you ever find yourself in need of a babysitter, you go right ahead and give me a call!"
"Actually Martha, that would be very helpful just now. Working as I am, I do need someone to take care of William from time to time and..."
Grateful to find himself invited away at that moment by two others his age, the boy politely excused himself and joined a group of children at the backyard swing set. Impatiently bored by the adult small-talk, William was quite happy to find himself in the company of carefree kids again and delighted in spending the rest of the afternoon in their smiling company.
Given their friendliness before, the boy was confused by the agitated looks the local kids affected now. Though he had no idea what the other children had whispered among themselves as he stepped forward to accept Mrs. Lovely's invitation, the lad did manage to overhear a furtive "He doesn't know!" passed between two girls seated nearby.
"Mmmmmm," purred the matron, as she bent down towards the lad. "Aren't you a handsome young man!" As she reached beneath William's arms to lift him from his spot before her, the boy was slightly surprised by the greedy smile which spread across the woman's face. Certainly she seemed nice enough, but the excitement she showed now might be more appropriate for a toddler reaching for a chocolate bar!
Quick as Mrs. Lovely was, it only took a moment before the boy found himself seated comfortably atop her plump thighs and having his cheek affectionately pinched between her well-manicured fingers.
"Oh, aren't you just scrumptious!" she teased while cupping the lad's chin in her palm. "I don't think I've seen a more kissable face in all my life!" Hearing the assembled mothers politely titter in response to the matron's remarks, it was clear to the boy that this cloying behaviour was expected of the woman, though it didn't make it any less embarrassing for him.
"Just look at these lips!
"And these cheeks!
"And these eyes!"
As Mrs. Lovely continued on with her inventory of William's anatomy, it seemed that she was shamelessly fussing over the lad merely to draw attention to herself rather than out of a genuine interest in the boy. As the plump lady gushed to the room's occupants for a minute or two more, William couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the woman, even as he found himself unnerved by the overly-familiar way in which her hands roamed about his body to tweak and pinch as she pointed out his attributes.
Once the matron finally settled down and returned her attention to adult conversation, William resumed sipping at his lemonade as the friendly chit-chat continued around him. Perched comfortably upon the plump lady's lap and barely paying attention to the chatter of his elders, the lad smiled contentedly as he felt one of Mrs. Lovely's large arms draw across his belly and firmly snuggle him close.
Tired from his afternoon of play, William was quite happy to lie back in the matron's arms and finish his drink. Chirping a polite "Thank you!" as Mrs. Lovely lifted his empty glass away, the lad blushed as the woman replied with an exaggerated "You're very welcome, my handsome young man.
"Why not have another, hmm?" Playfully wagging the empty glass to catch their hostess's attention, the matron quickly received a refill for her charge. Giving a quiet thanks as his glass was returned, William wondered if he should finish this second helping of the sweet drink. A full belly always made him feel a bit tired, and he didn't want to become sleepy when visiting neighbours.
"Drinky, drinky, drinky!" sang Mrs. Lovely, as she playfully pinched the lad's cheek. "We don't want our Billy getting parched, hmm?" Blushing further at this childish encouragement, William continued to sip at his lemonade as the cheerful caretaker continued her conversation above him. Though pleasant and doting, it was clear to the boy that this woman was accustomed to being obeyed by children and adults alike, with the assembled mothers frequently deferring to the matron as if they were her subordinates. Still, it seemed easy enough to keep on her good side. Smiling as the plump lady patted his belly in silent approval, William continued to drink from his perch upon her lap until, at last, his lemonade was finished.
"Such a good boy," remarked Mrs. Lovely, as she lifted the empty glass away. "Aren't you glad you listened to Nana?" Giggling shyly as the matron playfully pinched his cheek once more, William had to admit to himself that the woman's embarrassing attention was rather enjoyable to receive. As his mother was often away at work or simply too exhausted to spend much time with him, the boy was delighted to now find himself gently hugged and unquestionably at the centre of this friendly adult's attention. Strange though she was, Mrs. Lovely was certainly nice to sit with!
"I think our Billy deserves a reward, hmm?" Smiling as he saw the woman lift a plate of exceptionally large frosted cupcakes into view, William reached out to take one of the confections when Mrs. Lovely unexpectedly moved the plate out of reach.
"Nuh-uh!" teased the plump lady, as she placed the plate on a nearby table. "Not for children's hands, dear." Gently pressing the lad's head to recline against her ample bosom, the motherly woman unfolded a linen napkin before her and rested it upon William's chest while explaining. "Little boys make such a mess when eating cupcakes. It's always best for grownups to do these things for them..."
Playfully pinching the lad's cheek for emphasis, the matron reached for one of the frosted treats as she exclaimed to the assembled women "Goodness, I'm sure we'd spend half the day getting messy crumbs out of this chair if our little Billy was left to gobble these cakes himself, hmm?" Hearing the ladies titter along at Mrs. Lovely's observation, William plaintively looked to his mother for rescue and received a playful smile in return. Ridiculous though he might feel reclining in the matron's arms, it was clear the neighbourhood mothers expected this behaviour from Mrs. Lovely and the boy would do best to simply play along.
Still, she really wasn't going to feed him, was she?
Watching as the woman held a large cupcake before him and carefully pinched its wrapping away, the lad blushed again as she playfully wagged the confection in one of her well-manicured hands.
"Yummy, yummy! Who wants num nums, hmm?"
Parting his lips to politely request he be left to feed himself, William found his words silenced as the doting lady immediately stuffed the treat into his half-opened mouth.
"Open wider, dear." chided the matron, as she gently patted the lad's cheek. "We don't want to get frosting on that pretty nose, do we?"
Nibbling off the small bite of cake between his teeth, the lad blushed as he again heard the attending mothers giggle along at the plump lady's antics. Deciding it best to simply play along with his caretaker's foolishness, William did as he was asked and opened his mouth to welcome a full bite.
"Good boy," cooed the approving matron, as she pressed the cupcake into the lad's mouth. "We'll put some meat on those skinny little bones yet!"
Blushing deeper as he heard the assembled mothers titter at the observation, William was glad he was unable to see the faces of the other children seated about the room. He wondered: Was this babying behaviour the cause of all the whispers as he walked to Mrs. Lovely's lap earlier? Somewhat perturbed by the way the plump lady continued to wag the frosted confection before him as though she was rewarding an obedient pet, the lad nonetheless raised his chin up to accept another bite.
Smiling in approval, the matron slipped into a mock-German accent to intone "Vee must to fatten you oop!" before gently stuffing the cake back into the boy's mouth.
Returning to her adult conversation as though William wasn't even there, Mrs. Lovely spent the next few minutes methodically stuffing bite after bite of her proffered treat into the reclining boy's mouth. Feeling relieved as the matron finished off the confection by daintily popping the last piece between his lips, the lad was disheartened to see her reach for another of the large frosted cakes. Opening his mouth to politely decline the offer, the matron quickly hid the lad's intentions by swiftly covering his lips with her open palm.
"Tut, tut, Billy!" she loudly chided whilst wagging an admonishing finger. "It's not polite to interrupt your elders..." Plaintively looking towards his mother for support, the castigating glance he received in return made it clear to William that it truly did appear to the assembled ladies that the boy was interrupting their conversation. Stunned by how easily Mrs. Lovely had slyly twisted his intentions, the lad sighed quietly as he watched the woman daintily pinch the wrapper away from the second cupcake.
Whether the bosomy woman's assertive affection was directed by love or by a pleasure of being obeyed, William knew he would do as she asked regardless. Having been told by his mother of the importance of his behaviour at this first neighbourhood visit, the lad knew he would face a long grounding if she felt he had not acted with his best behaviour, and offending a party guest would certainly count towards that!
Thankful that he was at least feeling a bit hungry at the moment, William resigned himself to bend to his caretaker's wishes. Everyone seemed to think she was in the right, after all, so why bother trying to rock the boat? The boy had promised to be on his best behaviour this day, and eating another cupcake seemed and easy way to keep that promise.
Comfortably snuggled in this strange woman's arms, William reluctantly parted his lips to accept the fluffy treat and was rewarded with a hum of approval as the matron cheerfully acknowledged his compliance. Though Mrs. Lovely certainly appeared friendly to the assembled mothers, the way in which the matron had misdirected his earlier intentions and the subtle firmness with which she now stuffed the cake into his mouth made him wonder if she was feeding the lad for his pleasure or for her own.
Despite that passing concern, the afternoon proceeded along quite pleasantly after that point as cake after cake was presented to the lad by the plump lady's dainty fingers. Though a bit infantile in her delivery, it certainly appeared as thought the woman enjoyed spoiling William with her attention, and who could pass up an opportunity to eat as many cakes as one liked?
Still, there was something about the woman's attitude which sat uneasily with the boy. Almost as if she were delighting in playing with a new toy rather than taking care of a youngster.
"Oh, my," remarked Mrs. Lovely, as she wagged a new cupcake in front of William's face. "Look at all those crumbs!
"Isn't our Billy a messy little eater?"
Hearing the assembled mothers again laugh at Mrs. Lovely's observation, the lad couldn't help but feel angered by the woman's accusation. There were certainly a few crumbs scattered over the napkin bib on his chest, but the cause was obviously the infantile way the matron insisted upon feeding William rather than any fault of his own. He didn't want his new neighbours thinking he was some kind of uncoordinated pig!
But, as he started to correct the plump lady's statement, the lad again found his words gently robbed from him as Mrs. Lovely playfully stuffed the waiting cake into his protesting mouth.
"Tsk, tsk," remarked the matron, as she pulled the cupcake away. "There he goes again.
"It's a good thing I'm here to slow him down!" Humiliated to hear the assembled women continue to laugh along at Mrs. Lovely's antics, William began to protest but was quickly silenced as one of the woman's large hands swiftly covered his open mouth.
"Really now, Billy" scolded the matron, as she held her palm firmly to the boy's lips. "You should know better than to speak with your mouth full! You didn't learn how to eat in a barn, did you?"
Answering with a quiet 'no' from behind her muffling hand, the chastened lad again looked to his mother for support but was saddened to see her cast back a scolding glance in return. Sure, he had spoke with his mouth open, but it's not as if Mrs. Lovely had given him a chance otherwise! How was she able to so easily make William look like a troublemaker? Why did everyone believe her?
After making a brief speech about the importance of forgiveness for wayward children, the matron removed her palm from the boy's lips and again lifted her cupcake 'reward' to his mouth. Feeling chastised as all eyes in the room set themselves upon him, William meekly reached forward to nibble at the cake
"Such a good boy," soothed Mrs. Lovely, as she patted the lad's cheek. "Such an obedient little child..."
His belly eventually deemed full by the plump woman, William happily complied with her gentle hug as she settled his head to rest back against her ample bosom. Smiling as she dabbed his upturned face clean with a silken handkerchief, the lad's initial concern had now evaporated and he was finding himself very pleased to be in the company of such a doting woman.
Feeling himself growing sleepy after that torrent of confections, William could barely keep his eyes open as he heard the women continue their dull adult conversation around him. Noticing that the other children in the room had also finished their drinks and now began to make their way back outside to continue their play, William made to excuse himself and join them when he felt Mrs. Lovely's arms tighten ever so slightly and draw him firmly back to her freckled bosom instead.
"Goodness!" remarked his caretaker, as she adjusted her snuggling hug. "You must be exhausted! Such a busy day for a little boy..."
Trying unsuccessfully to stifle the yawn which came in response, William was about to politely correct the plump lady's friendly observation when he found his mouth again covered by one of her soft hands.
"Oh, such a yawn! I think our little Billy needs a nap more than he needs more playtime, hmm?"
Shrugging slightly, not really able to disagree with her words, the boy pushed half-heartedly against the matron's hugging arms before resigning himself to remain in her embrace. Though he really would prefer to spend his time playing outside with the other kids, it wouldn't be polite to make a scene. Firmly hugged as he was, the boy would need to struggle quite a bit to free himself, and that would surely seem rude to the neighbourhood women seated around him.
Remembering his mother's request to be on his best behaviour this afternoon, William decided that obediently staying put would be the easiest thing to do. Besides, it wasn't as though spending a bit more time in the matron's lap would be a chore. Though the adult conversation that flowed around him was terribly boring, William was still flattered to find himself cared for by such a kind woman and happily complied as her hand gently settled his head to rest against the softness of her lightly freckled breasts.
"That's right, sweetheart. You just rest a while.
"Playtime can come later..."
Happily closing his eyes for a comfortable nap, the boy awoke feeling refreshed an unknown time later. Noticing that the adults were now standing to move outside for evening drinks, William was glad to know he would soon be free to run about once again. Though he had enjoyed his time in Mrs. Lovely's arms, the lad looked forward to playing in the back yard and expending some of his post-nap energy with the other kids.
"Oh, my!" commented the matron, as she watched the assembled company make their way out of the room. "Is everyone going to leave me alone with this handsome young man?
"Goodness me! Whatever might he do without a chaperone to keep me safe?" blushing as Mrs. Lovely pressed his face to her chest and fanned herself in an exaggerated swoon, William couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the plump lady's implied affection. Sure, it was nice to be coddled, but the boy certainly didn't want to have attention drawn to him.
Squirming in the woman's arms to return himself to a slightly more dignified seat upon her lap, the lad watched in silence as the neighbourhood ladies continued their chatter and made their way out of the sitting room Smiling as he saw his mother look back to check on his spot in his caretaker's embrace, William felt a slight flush of relief as the young woman stepped towards the pair to free the older lady from the chore of supervising her son; but the young mother's advance quickly stopped as Mrs. Lovely's smile and a playful shooing gesture indicated that the matron was quite happy to be left with responsibility for the lad.
Unsure that she wasn't imposing upon Mrs. Lovely's good nature and forcing her into the role of 'free babysitter' for the evening, the young mother appeared concerned for a moment before words whispered into her ear from another neighbourhood mom quickly put her mind at ease. With the two young women exchanging giggles as they cast knowing smiles back to the comfortably hugged boy, the lad's mother waved a playful "bye bye" as she closed the sitting room door behind her and set off to join her new friends for drinks outdoors.
The two now left alone in the sitting room together, William was a bit perplexed. He had thought for sure that he would be joining the other children outside and was more than a little surprised to find the matron continuing to firmly hug him instead. Wouldn't she rather continue conversation with her friends outdoors? And what had his mother been told which she found so amusing? With all the conspiratorial whispers and knowing smiles of the past while, William was left feeling as though he was the only person unaware of what was going on!
"Uh..." said the lad, as he lay his head back to gaze into Mrs. Lovely's eyes. "It looks like everyone else is outside!"
"Yes," answered the matron in a matter-of-fact way. "Yes, they are."
A little taken-aback by his caretaker's non-answer, the boy paused a moment before asking "Um....Shouldn't we go out with them? I mean... I'd really like to get to know the other kids better!"
Casting a motherly smile down upon the boy, Mrs. Lovely replied "Oh, I'm sure you'll have lots of opportunity to do that later Why, you have years ahead of you in our neighbourhood! Isn't it a wonderful place?"
Confused by the woman's seeming reluctance to join the others, William replied "Um... Yeah. I really do like this place so far.
"I can't wait to get out and run around with the other kids! They're gonna play a game of 'Hide and Seek' later, and I really wouldn't want to miss that..."
"Goodness me!" remarked the plump woman as she tut-tutted in apparent disapproval. "Why would a pretty little boy like you want to get himself dirty in all that grass and mud?"
"Um..." confused once again, the lad didn't know how to respond to the matron's question. He'd not really thought of himself as 'pretty' and had never been afraid of a little dirt. What was Mrs. Lovely getting at? William certainly wasn't about to go outside and roll in the mud!
Smiling downwards once again, the woman asked "Wouldn't Billy rather stay inside to play instead?"
Reluctant to answer, the boy replied "Um... I guess so..." Though she had phrased her remark as a question, the matron's firm hug indicated to William that he didn't have much choice in the matter. Feeling somewhat uneasy at the overly friendly way the woman continued to smile down upon him, the boy asked "What could we play indoors?"
"Hmm..." the matron hummed, as if pondering the question with tremendous seriousness. "HMMMMmmmmm....." Ruminating for a few moments more, Mrs. Lovely perked with a thought before pursing her lips to slyly ask "Well, is Billy ticklish?"
"Umm..." Blushing at the unexpectedly childish question, the boy smiled impishly and answered "A little, I guess..." Looking shyly away, William suddenly felt embarrassingly out of place. Having been treated as an adult by the other ladies at the party, it was a mystery as to why Mrs. Lovely continued to act as though he was a young child. Where had all that earlier talk of him being a 'polite young man' gone?
"Just a little ticklish?" the woman asked, pressing her question. "Billy's only a little bit ticklish?"
"Um..." Unsure of what to say, the boy blushed further still. Small for his age already, William felt positively infantile in this large woman's arms. Now pointedly aware he was the only child not playing outside, the lad wondered what the other kids would think of him staying inside to snuggle with Mrs. Lovely instead. What would they think about him being childishly asked if he were ticklish?
It was hard enough being the 'new kid in town' and it would be more difficult still if everyone thought he was a sissy! Noticing that his head was dwarfed by Mrs. Lovely's ample bosom, the lad could understand how the woman might be drawn to treat him as a toddler, but he really would prefer to reinforce his maturity instead!
Having bashfully looked away at these thoughts, William felt the woman tenderly cup his face in one of her soft hands and gently press it back to look up into her friendly eyes.
"There's no need to be embarrassed about it, dear. All the little boys and girls I've known have been very, very ticklish.
"Are you ticklish too?"
Not wanting to lie to this pleasant woman, yet not wanting to answer such a childish query either, William smiled shyly once more and granted the lady a very slight nod.
"Is that a 'Yes' I saw? A shy little yes from my shy little boy?"
Blushing bashfully and looking away once again, William smiled in self-conscious embarrassment and repeated his nod for the friendly woman.
"Oh, my!" she remarked in mock surprise. "I think somebody has a secret..." Feeling Mrs. Lovely gently stroke his dimpled cheek, William tried to keep his composure but childishly smiled despite himself when she purred "A ticklish little secret, hmm?" Nodding again, the lad felt the matron gently direct his face to look into her friendly eyes once more.
"Now, now," soothed the plump woman, as she pursed her lips in an amused smile. "You can tell Nana Lovely the truth, dear.
"Is Billy a ticklish little boy?"
Captivated by her playfully twinkling eyes and lulled by her baby-powder scent, William knew the woman would persist in her questioning until he told her the truth. There really wasn't much point in being coy -- she obviously wanted to hear him say the words out loud. Besides, what would another kid do in his situation? It would be best to just be polite, play along and tell this motherly woman what she wanted to hear.
Childishly grinning despite himself, the boy blushed again and answered "Yes, Mrs. Lovely.
"Yes, I'm ticklish."
Smiling conspiratorially and humming a satisfied "Mmmmmm" of approval, the matron looked down upon the lad and purred "Well, if Billy's a ticklish boy, I know just the game we can play indoors." Gently snuggling the lad to her freckled bosom, the woman's eyes narrowed slightly as she said "We can play Tickle Monster!"
Giggling at the childish suggestion, William asked "Isn't that a baby's game?"
"Oh, no. Not at all! All little boys and girls love to play Tickle Monster." Emphasizing her point with a gentle tease at the lad's neck, the matron purred "Particularly if they're ticklish..."
After happily squirming for a moment, the lad smiled up at his caretaker and asked "How do we play?"
"Well," said the woman, speaking in a slow, breathy voice. "Whenever the Tickle Monster catches a little boy or little girl, she cuddles them up nice and snug and then tickles them and tickles them and tickles them and tickles them from ticklish tip to ticklish toe!"
Looking up into the woman's smiling face, expecting to hear more description than that, William waited a few silent moments before giggling in surprised amusement. "And then what?" he asked.
"And then what?" repeated the matron, in a playfully mocking tease. "Silly Billy, that's all the Tickle Monster does! She just tickles and tickles and tickles and tickles. Nothing but tickles and tickles and tickles the whole day through!"
Opening his mouth to ask another question, the boy found himself muffled into silence as one of Mrs. Lovely's soft hands gently covered his lips. Her eyes narrowing in a playfully conspiratorial fashion, the woman's voice lowered once again to a slow, sultry tone as she purred "But that's enough talk for now.
"Tickle Monster only wants to hear one thing from the children she catches, and that's laughter!" Lifting the giggling lad up before her, the matron gingerly seated William upon her lap with his back against her belly and head comfortably resting in the cleft of her bosom. Now looking straight ahead, the boy could only see the woman's arms as they reached out in front of him with her hands spread wide in a gentle grasping motion.
"It's tickle time," purred the matron, as she spoke in her playfully villainous voice. "Tick-le, tick-le, tick-le time!"
Giggling in anticipation as he watched the woman's slowly wiggling hands move closer and closer, William braced himself for whatever playful game Mrs. Lovely had planned. Was she really going to tickle him? Beyond a few playful tweaks, the lad had never been tickled before and the matron's friendly teases had already coaxed a few childish giggles from him. What would come next?
Having expected to see a flurry of quick activity from the woman's tickling threats, the lad was surprised to see her slow and deliberate movement instead. Wasn't a tickle supposed to be a fast and furious jab to your ribs or knees? Smiling as he felt her hands slowly lay themselves upon him, the boy giggled slightly as he felt the woman's fingers gently press and wiggle in his ribs.
"Don't try to escape," cooed her slow, breathy voice. "There's no escape from the Tickle Monster, and she kisses any naughty children who try.
"Mmmmmmm," the matron hummed, almost moaning as she began her slow and deliberate tease up and down the lad's ribs. "Oh, yes. Kisses and kisses and kisses them. Kisses and kisses and kisses for naughty ticklish boys...
"Mmmmmm...
"Be good now. Billy wouldn't want to be kissed by a monster, would he?"
Giggling at both the ridiculous threat and the theatrically sultry way Mrs. Lovely delivered it, William smiled in comfort as he felt the woman's fingers gently massage at his ribs. Wondering if she were really intent on tickling or just affectionately touching him all over, the lad grinned silently until a well-placed finger teased beneath his arm elicited a ticklish yelp.
"Oh, my..." purred Mrs. Lovely, as she continued her methodical grope. "Did Tickle Monster find a ticklish spot?"
Answering the matron's question with a bashful giggle, William smiled in anticipation as he watched her hands slowly spider their way down his sides.
"Mmmmmmm... I wonder where little Billy's the most ticklish?" Gently teasing her fingers in a slow tweak down one of the boy's legs, the woman grinned in satisfaction as a nimble tease at his knee drew forth another ticklish giggle.
"Oh, I do love ticklish knees," came the sultry response, as Mrs. Lovely continued her methodical grope. "I wonder what other ticklish spots the Tickle Monster will find?" Spidering her fingers up the lad's inner thigh, the plump woman soon had an answer as William shrieked with laughter and scrambled to push the slowly wiggling fingers away from his leg.
"Mmmmmm," moaned the matron in sultry satisfaction. "Tickle Monster will have to remember that spot, won't she?" Continuing to slowly and thoroughly tease every decent inch of the snuggled boy's body, Mrs. Lovely spent several minutes more in her ticklish exploration before her hands ended their roaming at the lad's cotton covered soles.
Delighted by the hysteric shriek and frantic struggles sparked the moment her slow finger-strokes touched upon the lad's feet, the woman smiled broadly as William began to playfully beg for mercy.
"Oh, my!" remarked the matron, as she covetously eyed the lad's frantically wiggling socks. "Such ticklish toes Billy has..." Returning to the task of teasing the lad's squirming feet, Mrs. Lovely deftly stroked her fingers up and down his sensitive arches as she remarked upon the results of her dainty work.
"Mmmmmm, yes! Ticklish little piggies and ticklish little soles. Pretty little tickles dancing and dancing for the Tickle Monster." Moaning another satisfied "Mmmmm..." as she continued her final touches for a few moments more, Mrs. Lovely smiled in unhidden delight as she felt the lad squirm helplessly in her grasp.
"Oh, yes," purred the matron, as she ended her tickles and hugged William close. "I do love a ticklish boy, and Billy's so very, very ticklish, isn't he?" Her sultry voice now almost indecently deep., Mrs. Lovely hummed another satisfied "Mmmmmmmm" as she gently stroked the lad's cheek.
Playfully energized and smiling from ear to ear, William giggled as he looked up into the matron's twinkling eyes. He had never been tickled that much before! Excited by the contrasting way he both loved and hated the woman's gentle touches, the boy felt both embarrassed to have enjoyed such a childishly ridiculous game and eager to spend more time with this affectionate woman in the years to come.
Bursting into laughter as the matron rubbed his feet and moaned another satisfied "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" in response, William marveled at how well this plump matron played the role of a cartoon villainess. Having slowly changed her behaviour as she snuggled the lad over the past half-hour, this motherly woman had perfectly played the role of a sensually sinister Tickle Monster!
Squirming happily in her arms for a few moments more, the boy cleared his throat and prepared for his exit. He did, after all, want to mix with the other neighbourhood kids at the welcoming party, and he's surely spent enough time with the plump lady by now to avoid seeming impolite.
"Thank you for the game, Mrs. Lovely. I really enjoyed it!" Shifting himself to move towards the edge of the woman's wide lap, the lad looked up into the woman's grinning face once more as he concluded "I think I'm really going to like it here!"
Turning attention to his polite exit, William readied himself to jump down from the matron's lap when he heard her hum another sensual "Mmmmmmmmmm" from above. Surprised to see the woman's large hands slowly spread to block his way, the boy found his plans changed as strong arms gently wrapped about him and pulled him back to lie comfortably snug against her deep cleavage once more.
"Now, now, Billy," purred the matron, as she stroked the snuggled lad's cheek. "Weren't we going to play indoors today?"
"Uh..." muttered the boy, uncertain as to how he should answer the woman's question. "But we DID play indoors?
"I really enjoyed it too! But I'd like to meet some of the other kids..." Squirming to break free of the plump lady's hug, the lad found himself unable to move her arms in the slightest.
"Uh..." William remarked, as he pressed against the matron's grasp. "I'd really *urf* better be getting *urgh* outside." Surprised by the way she deliberately ignored his expressed desire to leave her company, the lad looked up into the lady's smiling face to find her friendly grin now appearing the slightest bit devilish. "Mrs. Lovely?" he asked, somewhat nervously. "C-can I go outside now?"
"Outside?" replied the matron from behind a tight smile. "But Tickle Monster only plays indoors!"
"Tickle Monster?" asked the confused boy. "But we already finished playing that!" Squirming a bit more in the plump woman's clutches, William again asked "Could I go outside now? Please?"
Ignoring William's request, the lady moaned another satisfied "Mmmmmmmmm..." before tightening her hug the slightest bit more. "Tickles," she purred, clearly delighted by the boy's struggles. "Monster loves her tickles..."
Starting to feel as though things might not quite be right with this affectionate woman, William asked for release again and was happy to feel her immediately comply as hugging arms relaxed and opened to free him. Smiling in relief at the clear exit given by the plump lady, the nervous boy stuttered a quick "T-thank you, Mrs. Lovely!" as he shuffled himself towards the edge of her expansive lap. "Y-y-you were scaring me there for..." halting himself mid-sentence, the lad froze in surprise as he noticed the matron's hands slowly lift up beside him again.
"Mmmmmmm..." she moaned, as her practiced hands gradually descended towards the lad. "Ticklish. So very, very ticklish..."
Moving to leap down to the carpeted floor, the lad was too slow to prevent the woman's nimble fingers wrapping about his arms. Again drawn back into a bosomy hug, William began to complain but found himself silenced as a soft hand gently covered his lips.
"There, there," soothed the plump woman, as her free hand gently patted the lad's cheek. "Billy's just a little shy, is all. And Nana Lovely knows just the thing to cheer up shy little boys..."
Feeling the matron lift her hand from his mouth, William began to protest the woman's now unwelcome attention but immediately found himself distracted by a gentle tease at his left shoulder.
"W-wha-?-aH! Aha! Ahaha! AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" quickly dissolving into helpless laughter as he felt a nimble tickle beneath his arm, the boy squirmed to escape that hand's attention, only to find himself moving directly into the squeeze of a palm groping at his thigh.
"AAAAAAAH! No! Stop! STOOOP! STAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAP!" Pushing down to dislodge the roaming hand tickling his leg, William was again distracted, this time with fingers gently tickling beneath his knees!
"Naaaaaaaaaahahahaha!" the boy squealed, as he lifted his legs to escape the ticklish touch. "No! Noooohohohohoho!" But, as before, the lad's struggles only served to place him in a worse position; this time, with the soles of his feet now clearly presented to the tickling woman.
Humming a satisfied "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" as she sent her fingers to tickle the lad's socked feet, Mrs. Lovely smiled in approval as she proceeded to slowly twirl her fingers up and down William's upward-turned soles.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" shrieked the lad, as the matron deftly tickled his feet. "NO! NO! Please! PLEASE! PLEAHEHEHEHEASE!" But, beg as he might, the boy's desperate squealing fell upon purposefully deaf ears.
Firmly securing William's ankles before her, Mrs. Lovely smiled in devilish satisfaction as she gently teased her fingers in dainty circles up and down the lad's horribly ticklish feet. Unable to squirm even the slightest amount away from the woman's tender touch, the boy could only watch and laugh at the fingers which slowly and gently teased unwanted mirth from his toes.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." hummed the matron, as she continued her dainty torment. "Ticklish! Oh, so very, very ticklish..."
His begging now little more than an unintelligible squeal, William shrieked for mercy as the tickles at his feet continued for endless minutes more. Starting to feel as if he were drowning in laughter, the lad began to find himself losing his breath as the woman continued her slow and gentle tickles on and on and on.
"Oh, yes. So very, very ticklish. Mmmmmm..."
Finally feeling the grip at his ankles relax and the finger-strokes at his feet subside, the boy gasped for breath as Mrs. Lovely shifted him into a seated position in her lap.
"Stop!" demanded William, as he pressed to escape the woman's bosomy clutch. "Please stop. No Tickle. No more. No more!" Far past the point of enjoying the matron's friendly game, the lad wanted to make it clear to her that her overly affectionate touches were no longer welcome. Unfortunately, while the boy had had enough, his captor's quiet chuckle indicated that she was of another mind entirely.
"Stop?" taunted the woman, as she theatrically feigned surprise. "Stop tickling?!?" Pausing to smile devilishly downwards, the matron purred, "Silly boy, Tickle Monster never stops her tickle."
"W-Wha?" asked William, shocked to hear his demand denied.
Slowly shaking her head from side to side, the woman purred "No, she never stops. Never ever.
"Tickle Monster just keeps tickling and tickling and tickling and tickling.
"Mmmmmmm...
"Tickling and tickling. Nice and light and very, very slow..."
Feeling a thrill of panic chill down his spine, William now saw Mrs. Lovely and her pleasant smile in a different light entirely. Now aware that the plump woman's friendly eyes and affectionate manner were just a ruse with which to trick the unwary, William squirmed in earnest desperation to break free from the bosomy bully's hug. He couldn't let her start tickling again!
Pushing and shoving, darting and wriggling, the boy found that even his most desperate struggles were easily countered by the gentle press of the matron's strong arms. Her baby-powder scent now mocking the lad with the infantile ease with which she restrained him, Mrs. Lovely moaned another satisfied "Mmmmmmmm..." as she felt the boy squirm about in her hug.
Unable to move himself even the slightest inch away from the woman's now distastefully cloying cleavage, William squirmed and shoved with increasing distress until, once again, he felt her arms relax their clutch and drop away from his sides. Momentarily seeing a clear path to freedom, William scrambled to get away but found himself blocked again by those slowly moving hands.
"And where do you think you're going?" asked the ever-smiling matron, as her fingers firmly wrapped about the boy's thin arms. "Was naughty little Billy trying to get away from Auntie Tickle Monster?" Horrified by the nightmare slowness with which his captor pulled him back to her freckled breasts, the lad took a breath with which to scream for help but was instead reduced to giggles as fingers unexpectedly teased beneath his knee.
"Naughty, naughty little Billy," teased the woman as she smiled wide in satisfaction. "There will be no escape for him!"
Slowly moving her hands to the lad's thighs, feet, ribs and armpits, Mrs. Lovely made sure that each tweak she delivered provided just enough strength to deliver the perfect tickle every time she touched. Now employing the discoveries from her earlier exploration, the woman used her soft hands to slowly and thoroughly tease the lad into an unending chain of hysterical laughter.
"Mmmmmmm... Tickles and tickles for naughty little Billy.
"Tickles and tickles for ticklish little boys..."
Squirming helplessly in his captor's lap, overwhelmed with gently forced giggles, William was becoming desperate. Though not restrained in any obviously physical way, the constant tickle delivered by the matron's wiggling fingers served to keep him trapped in a fog of teases. Helpless to prevent the woman from touching him and too distracted to dodge her nimble hands, the boy quickly abandoned attempts to fend off her wiggling fingers and instead focused on escape from the plump lady's imprisoning lap.
"Mmmmmm... Tickles and tickles and tickles..."
With freedom a maddeningly short distance away, William tried with all his strength to push himself from his seat upon the woman's broad thighs but he found that every move he made to escape was instantly countered by a gentle tickle from his tormentor. Betrayed by his own senses and paralyzed with laughter, every move William made was easily anticipated by the matron, with each tease from her fingers guiding him in a mindless squirm right back to where she wanted him.
"Mmmmmmm...."
Looking up into the woman's implacably smiling face, the boy giggled a plaintive "Please!" between bouts of laughter, but was only granted a nimble knee-tickle in response. Though certainly aware of his distress, it was obvious to William that Mrs. Lovely was not concerned with his wishes. He had become her ticklish plaything and would be gently tortured for as long as she wished!
Squirming and wriggling in a endless dance of nightmarish laughter, the boy soon ceased his pleas for mercy and focused instead upon gasping for breath whenever the woman's nimble fingers granted him a momentary rest. Feeling his strength ebbing with each shrieking laugh, the lad knew he would soon be too weak to give even token resistance to Mrs. Lovely's hands, but there was nothing he could do to stop her! Even at his strongest the woman had easily overcome his defenses with a playful wiggle from her fingers, and William's boyishly thin limbs were no match now for the motherly strength of the matron's plump arms.
"Mmmmmmm.... Tickles and tickles for ticklish little Billy..."
Mindlessly giggling in the woman's snuggling grip, the lad could only laugh helplessly as he watched her large hands descend again and again to tease unwanted mirth from his sensitive knees, ribs and belly. On and on for an endless time more, those nimble fingers touched and wiggled about William's most sensitive spots, sapping his strength as each involuntary giggle babbled its way past his lips.
At length, with a final flourish of fingers upon the lad's soles, Mrs. Lovely finally halted her teases and relaxed her hug to prop the exhausted lad into a seated position upon her knee. Chortling lasciviously as she savoured her captive's exhaustion, the bosomy bully reached out a hand to gently stroke the boy's flushed cheeks.
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred, through a Cheshire cat grin. "So ticklish! So very, very ticklish..."
Humiliated by the ease with which this woman had manipulated him for her amusement, William was near tears despite the residual giggles which girlishly tittered past his lips. Wanting more than anything to be free of the matron's company, the lecherous touch of her hand upon his thigh made it clear she wasn't finished with him yet!
Bending forward to kiss the lad's ear, the woman whispered in a sultry purr, "Tell Auntie the truth, dear.
"Billy loves playing Tickle Monster, doesn't he?"
Gently shaking his head 'no', the lad was disheartened further to hear the bosomy bully chuckle quietly in response.
"Now, now," soothed the matron, as she once again hugged the boy to her freckled cleavage. "Don't you worry, dear.
"By the time Tickle Monster's finished with Billy, he'll love his Nana's touches..."
Facing the boy forward, the large woman shifted herself to one side of the over-stuffed armchair before unexpectedly pulling the lad back to snuggle beside her. Now pinned between the chair's cushioned back and arm with his legs splayed helplessly in the air, the boy momentarily squirmed to right himself but was halted in the attempt as Mrs. Lovely's arm cuddled about him in a restraining embrace. Sent into a fit of giggles by teases beneath his knees, the lad frantically kicked his legs in the air in an attempt to fend off the unwelcome touch but only served to nestle himself deeper and deeper into the gap between the chair's cushion and his cuddling tormentor.
Feeling the matron's fingers cease their wiggling, William was distressed to discover himself completely immobilized! With his arms gently pinned to his sides and legs resting upon Mrs. Lovely's lap, the lad was held in his cushiony prison by a firm snuggle from one of the woman's muscular arms and unable to budge in the slightest. It was bad enough to be kept from freedom by the woman's teases before but now, weakened as he was by her devilish tickling, the lad was incapable of even seating himself upright on his tormentor's lap!
"There, now," soothed the bosomy bully, as she admired her helpless prize. "Tickle Monster has this little boy just where she wants him..." Feeling Mrs. Lovely press one of her mammoth breasts to snuggle his face in softness, William worried for a moment if the infantilizing size of that bosom might not accidentally smother him with its bulk!
"Mmmmmm," moaned the woman, as she once again delighted in the lad's struggles. "So pretty. So very, very pretty...
"Whatever shall the Tickle Monster do with such a pretty little boy, hmm?"
Readying himself for a response, William instead found himself squealing in fright as he spotted the wiggling fingers of the matron's free hand descending towards his knee! Quickly sent into giggles by the forgotten fingers hugging at his waist, the lad was unable to raise his pinned arms to defend himself and could only watch as the bully's free hand slowly wiggled itself down towards his helpless legs.
"No! No! Please!" shrieked the lad, as he squirmed against the woman's rib-tickling fingers. "Gaaaaaahahaha! I'll do whatever you want! Geeeeeehehehehehe! PLEASE! Ahahaha! Just no more tickles! Plehehehehease! NO MORE TIhihihihihiCKLES!"
Responding only with another sensual "Mmmmmm..." of satisfaction, the matron continued to rhythmically tickle at the lad's ribs while she slowly and precisely positioned her fingers atop his knee.
"Silly boy," teased the woman as she hugged the lad to her ample breasts. "Once Nana Lovely starts to tickle, she never, ever stops!" Emphasizing her statement with a precise tweak upon the boy's knee, William found himself helplessly shrieking with laughter as that hand gently pinched its way up his leg and down his overly sensitive thighs.
"No! NO! NOOOOOOOhohohohoho!" squealed the boy as the matron continued her devilish tease. Squirming helplessly against the fingers tweaking at his ribs and legs, William soon rose to new heights of hysteria as those nimble fingers ticklishly wiggled their way up beneath his arm! Now struggling mindlessly in the woman's clutches, the lad felt each and every one of her tickling fingers as they wiggled and tweaked their way about his restrained body.
"Mmmmmm... Tickles!"
Losing his breath beneath the gentle bully's relentless assault, William was forced to cease his begging and simply laugh in an endless, hysterical squeal as the teases from her torturing fingers continued in their touch. Humiliated by the obvious satisfaction the large woman gained from his girlish shrieks, the boy had no choice but to watch the matron's dancing fingers, feel the restraining snuggle of her arms and laugh and laugh and laugh in his lovingly soft prison.
"W-W-WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!?!"
Hearing the yell of a familiar voice from beneath his helpless squeals, William continued to mindlessly giggle in distraction as he felt his senses slowly return. His eyes adjusting to fit the sitting room into view and his hearing now making sense of the torrent of words spilling his way, the boy was thrilled to hear his mother shouting over his loud shriek of forced laughter. He was saved!
Feeling tears of happiness well up into his eyes, William relaxed in complete relief knowing that his ticklish ordeal was now over. Never again would he be tormented by Mrs. Lovely's devilish fingers. Never again would he be forced to laugh for this horrible woman's amusement. Finally, there would be punishment for the gentle torture he had endured at her hands!
Smiling happily as he heard the angry words thrown towards the seated pair, the boy's relief soon turned to concern as he began to understand the scolding which poured forth.
"...so I leave you alone with this nice lady for a while and what happens? I come back to see you kicking and screaming in her ear like a baby BRAT!!
"I swear, William! I don't know what I'm going to do with you!! I asked you to be on your best behaviour today and you couldn't even do THAT for me?
"You're GROUNDED, mister! Grounded for a whole month!"
Stunned to hear his mother completely misjudge the situation, the lad took stock of his predicament and understood how she had jumped to her conclusions. Perched precariously in that sitting-room chair, his face playfully snuggled into one of Mrs. Lovely's monstrous breasts, William's continued giggles almost certainly gave the impression he was having the time of his life! Could his mother possibly be thinking he had thrown himself at Mrs. Lovely with the intention of rough-housing with a kindly stranger?
Opening his mouth to answer to her charges and clear up the misunderstanding, the boy took a deep breath to respond but immediately found himself silenced as a large, feminine hand gently covered his lips.
"Hush hush, sweetie, " purred Mrs. Lovely, as she snuggled the lad to her freckled bosom. "Grown-ups want to talk now..."
"Oh, no," thought the lad, as he felt the woman's palm press itself to his lips. "She's doing it again!"
Feeling the matron's arm firmly squeeze him close, William squirmed to resist the woman's hug but was no match for her clutches in his weakened state. Horrified to feel himself pulled so casually from rescue, the boy understood that the bully intended to silence him completely. She was going to deny it all!
"Oh, don't you fret, Miss Johnston. Billy might be a rambunctious boy, but a little playtime never hurt anyone.
"I'm doing just fine!"
Continuing on as she firmly snuggled the lad, the matron purred "Please do forgive your son's excitement. It's been such a busy day with so many new people, I can't blame him for having a little excess energy."
Seeing his mother relax at hearing the devilish woman's words, the boy was furious! How could she believe this monster after he had endured such torture?!
"Well, I don't know," answered the young mother. "William has been quite a handful lately and he knows better than to roughhouse with grownups when out at a party..."
"Oh, fiddlesticks!" interrupted Mrs. Lovely, as a gentle rib-tickle sent the angry lad into a fit of muffled giggles. "Boys will be boys and Billy just needs a little time to get all this happy energy out of his system." Emphasizing her statement with another gentle tease, the boy was mortified to find himself tittering along with his tormentor when he wanted more than anything to shout for help!
"Now, don't you worry about us. I'm sure you're having a wonderful time getting to know your new neighbours. Billy and I can play indoors for quite some time yet." Smiling devilishly, the matron concluded "He's such an obedient little boy and I'll be sure to bring him back to you when we're done..."
Glancing warily at the giggling lad as he frantically squirmed in the matron's embrace, the young mother paused a moment before nodding in agreement. "All right, then. I'll forgive his behaviour this time." Turning her attention directly to the giggling boy, Ms. Patterson scolded "But you'd better be on your best behaviour, young man!
"Don't play too hard with nice Mrs. Lovely!"
His eyes wide with frantic panic, helplessly giggling and squirming and desperate to be understood, William could only watch in horror as his mother obliviously bade his tormentor a pleasant farewell and turned about to leave the seated pair.
Squealing beneath his captor's muffling hand, William tried one last time to cry out for help, but found his plea transformed into another cascade of childish laughter as a skillful tickle gently caressed his sensitive skin. Feeling tears well up into his eyes as he watched the door quietly close behind his mother, the lad's spirits dropped further still as he heard a gentle chuckle whisper its way past his captor's smiling lips.
"Don't you worry, dear," soothed the bosomy bully, as she gently patted the lad's cheek. "Nana Lovely won't let her ticklish toy be taken away..."
Feeling a single despairing tear roll down his cheek as the hopelessness of his plight became clear, William muttered a quiet plea for release into the muffling softness of his captor's hand but knew he was lost. Hearing the matron purr another moan of contentment as his tear gently pooled upon her silencing fingers, the lad knew there would be no mercy coming from this deceptively friendly woman. Though snuggled comfortably at her side and aware he was safe from physical harm, William knew he was trapped in the worst predicament he had ever faced: He was in the clutches of The Tickle Monster now, and would remain her captive for as long as she wished.
"Now, then," purred Mrs. Lovely, as she lifted her muffling hand from the boy's pouting lips. "Lets get back to our playtime, hmm?"
Broken in spirit and weakened from exhaustion, William didn't even offer token resistance as the matron gave the lad a snuggle from one of her well-muscled arms. Watching distractedly as she began to slowly hike her dress up over her thighs, the boy wondered for a moment just what the devilish lady was planning before a nimble tickle at his ribs once more sent him into a fit of distracted giggles.
"That's a good boy," soothed Mrs. Lovely, as she continued to adjust her dress. "Happy laughter is what Mrs. Tickle Monster wants to hear from her pretty little Billy." Squirming and giggling as the fingers of that hugging arm continued to nimbly tease about his ribs, William barely noticed the woman place his socked feet upon her tighted thigh. With her lower-half now free of her immodestly-raised dress, the matron took a moment to hold the lad's ankles in place before demurely crossing her legs one atop the other; pinning the boy's calves between them.
Ceasing her rib tickle and ending her restraining hug, the bosomy bully hummed contentedly to herself as she once again lowered her dress to cover her upper thighs. Using both hands to casually smooth her dark tights over her firmly crossed legs, the matron knew she had no worry of escape from her captive now: As long as her legs remained crossed, the lad was as surely imprisoned as if he were locked in a set of medieval stocks!
Aware of his predicament, William tried to kick his legs free of the woman's restraining thighs but found that he was held fast. Though comfortably snuggled between those well-muscled legs, his calves might as well have been encased in steel for all the good his kicking did him. Reaching forward in an attempt to pull his ankles free by hand, William despaired as he heard the matron chuckle contentedly from above. Angrily pushing the dark lycra which slicked over those formidable legs, the boy kicked and squirmed a few moments more before slumping back in despair: He was trapped!
"Now, now, little one," purred the bosomy bully, as she reached one of her hands down towards the lad's feet. "Don't you worry. Tickle Monster will have pretty Billy laughing again soon..."
Though unseen behind the wall of her crossed thighs, William could feel the matron's hand as it gently caressed his sock-covered feet. "Oh yes," she purred, as nimble fingers teased their way up one of the lad's ticklish soles. "Laughing and laughing... Mmmmmm...
"Lots of laughter for The Tickle Monster!"
Feeling as helpless as an infant, the lad begged "Please, Mrs. Lovely. Please let me go. I don't want to be tickled any more!"
Answering with another sensual "Mmmmmm" of satisfaction as she slowly pulled the lad's socks from his feet, the matron smiled down upon her captive and trilled a sing-song tease, "But Billy was going to 'tell' on Mrs. Tickle Monster, wasn't he?" Watching the lad shake his head to the negative in an obvious lie, the bosomy bully gently caressed his bare feet while playfully scolding "Naughty, naughty little Billy. Such a naughty boy! Lying to Auntie Tickle Monster like that.
"Mmmmmmm... Nana knows the truth. Oh, yes!
"Mmmmm... Nana knows everything her naughty little Billy is thinking..." Teasing her nimble fingers indecently about the lad's midsection, the matron chuckled in satisfaction as she heard another ticklish giggle work its way free from the lad's best attempts at silence.
"Tickle Monster had to keep her hand over those pretty little lips to keep her ticklish prize from telling, didn't she?"
"B-but..." William began to answer, before halting his protests. What was the point? This horrible woman surely knew what he intended to say and there was little point in angering her by fabricating a lie.
"Now, now. Don't you worry," soothed the plump lady, as she smothered her captive into the softness of her breast. "Nana Lovely knows that children love to play 'tickle'. Even shy little boys like her ticklish Billy.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm... and Nana will tickle her pretty boy until he admits to loving it too..." Ending her statement with a gently flutter of fingers upon the lad's soles, the boy once again found himself immersed in a torrent of helpless laughter as the matron deftly teased up and down William's restrained feet.
Quickly lapsing into wordless shrieks as the woman's dainty fingernails danced mercilessly about his bare soles, the boy was frantic in his attempts to free his legs from her imprisoning thighs but was able to do nothing but foolishly wiggle his feet from side to side.
"Mmmmmm, yes! Tickle!" teased the matron, as she reached an arm about to once again firmly snuggle the lad to her bosom. "Tickles and tickles for naughty ticklish boys.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...
"Nice and light and very, very slow..."
Now beside himself with hysteria, William found himself kicking his legs with all his might. But his constant squirms did little to the matron's grip other than slightly twitch her tightly pressed thighs, much to the apparent distraction of his captor.
"Mmmmmm.... Tickle," purred Mrs. Lovely, as she gently tweaked the lad's toes. "T-tickle. T-tickle your f-feet!"
Hearing the woman begin to stutter her taunts as his frantic kicking intensified, William grew less and less aware of his surroundings as he descended into ticklish madness. Though comfortably snuggled in the matron's embrace, the boy was truly trapped in her clutches could do nothing but laugh helplessly as her dancing fingers teased unwanted mirth from his lips.
"O-Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" moaned the bosomy bully as she continued her unwanted tease. "Oh, yes! Oh, YES!
"T-tickle you! I'll t-tickle you!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm... T-tickle you forever you n-naughty little boy!"
Shrieking unintelligibly as Mrs. Lovely nimbly teased her fingers up and down his bare soles, William tried with all his will to break free of her hug but could do little more than twist the merest distance away from her looming bulk. Tormented by the contrast of the woman's motherly comfort and devilish intent, again and again the lad impotently pressed his arms against the woman's body in an attempt to push free, but was thwarted each time as his captor playfully hugged him face-first back into the muffling softness of her looming breast.
"Oh, no!" gasped the bosomy bully, as she fluttered her fingers up the lad's wiggling soles. " O-Oh NO!
"N-no escape. N-no escape for n-naughty Billy!
"Mmmmmmmm... Tickles and t-tickles for him!" Keeping her thighs firmly pressed together to restrain the lad's frantic kicks, the matron gasped wordlessly as she intensified her devious tease.
Shrieking even louder as the woman's nails teased upon a particularly sensitive spot at his left sole, William kicked his imprisoned legs with all of his might, but his struggles seemed only to spur the bully to explore his betraying sensitivity further!
"O-Oh!" gasped Mrs. Lovely, as her devilish fingers focused upon their target. "So naughty. S-so very naughty!
"Laugh for Nana, you n-naughty little boy. Laugh for the T-tickle Monst-OoOooh!"
Unable to disobey his captor's stuttered demands, William squirmed and shrieked and kicked and giggled as Mrs. Lovely's fingers scratched and skittered up and down his horribly sensitive soles. Restrained by the woman's bosomy hug, ankles hopelessly locked between her thighs, the boy laughed in helpless torment as the woman's gentle touch once again roamed upwards to tickle at his bare toes.
"T-tickle!" she gasped, in a distractedly breathy voice. "I'll TICKLE!
"T-TICKLE YOUR FEET!"
Kicking frantically as his sensitive toes were once again teased by the matron's crimson nails, the devilishly cheerful torture continued for a few moments more before Mrs. Lovely all at once shuddered, tightly hugged the boy to her mammoth breasts and halted her tickles with a final gasp of exhaustion.
Continuing to reflexively giggle for nearly a minute more, William wasn't entirely sure that the matron's tickles had actually ended. Though her hands were now far from his toes, the boy had been teased for so long it was as if his body had forgotten what not being tickled was like!
As his disorientation faded, William was able to take stock of his surroundings. Still comfortably snuggled in the cushioned easy-chair shared with his tormentor, the lad noticed that his ankles remained firmly pinned between the matron's tighted thighs, his chest comfortably snuggled by one of her greedy arms and his face pressed to the cotton-covered bulk of a softly smothering breast. Listening to Mrs. Lovely's slow breathing as she quietly gasped and shuddered in her post-tickle relaxation, William was perplexed as to why the woman should act so exhausted. After all, it was he who had been tickled to near-insanity!
Though still reflexively giggling from his torment, the lad's mind remained firmly fixed upon his desperate need to escape from the woman's cruel touch. Squirming momentarily to see if he might free himself while the bosomy bully rested, William found he was able to do little more than wiggle his ankles between her well-muscled thighs. Squirm though he might, the lad was unable to so much as budge in the matron's clutches and it was despairingly clear he would remain a prisoner while she rested.
Angrily kicking his restrained ankles in frustration, William was startled to feel the woman gasp again as her breathing hurried for a few moments and then ended with another contented sigh. Humiliated by the ease with which the plump giant held him tight despite her exhaustion, the boy stifled his angry outburst and decided to sit as quietly as he could. Though there was no doubt that the matron would be the one to choose the time of his release, there was no point in encouraging her return of attention. If William was lucky, the plump woman might even remain sedate until it was time for them both to go home!
Despite that hoped-for ambivalence, it only took a few minutes more before Mrs. Lovely recovered her senses. Purring another moan of satisfaction, she then reached down to affectionately pinch the boy's cheek. "So ticklish," remarked the matron, as she cradled the lad's cheek in her hand. "Little Billy is definitely The Tickle Monster's favourite boy!" Ignoring the woman's remark with an angry pout, William sat silently and hoped indifference might encourage Mrs. Lovely to release him.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem to matter what the lad did. Continuing to coo and cluck down from above, the plump lady disregarded the lad's silence and simply snuggled him close before continuing her patter.
"Oh, such a ticklish tummy, and such ticklish knees.
"Mmmmmmm....
"And such very, very ticklish feet!" Agitated by the way his captor continued to stick to her ridiculous 'monster' persona, the lad remained silent through the woman's various compliments.
"Mmmmmm... Oh, yes! And Tickle Monster can tell she's Billy's favourite Auntie too..." Forced to acknowledge the bully at this point with a quiet giggle as fingers gently spidered at his neck, William shook his head angrily, annoyed at how easily his sensitivity let the woman play him into her ridiculous game. Ages of teasing torture were bad enough, but this infantilizing nonsense had to end!
Glancing up to look into the woman's pleasantly smiling face, William tried to hide his nervousness as he asked "Can I go now, Mrs. Lovely? Please?"
Humming another "Mmmmmmm" of satisfaction, the matron gently stroked the boy's face and asked. "But why would little Billy want to leave his favourite Auntie?"
Favourite? Hardly!
Squirming awkwardly for a moment, William knew he had a very good answer to the bully's question. Having been plied with glass after glass of lemonade earlier in the afternoon, his post-tickle relaxation made his newly pressing need quite apparent.
"Please, Mrs. Lovely," asked the lad, as he looked up into the woman's deceptively friendly eyes. "Can I go now? I really have to pee!" Though he hoped that admission would grant him quick release from the matron's clutches, the boy despaired when he felt the woman tighten her hug instead.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed, while gently drawing a finger up one of the lad's bare soles. "Well, I'm glad Billy didn't piddle while he was having fun with The Tickle Monster!" Pausing a moment to smile down upon the lad, the bosomy bully asked "Do you know what would happen if he did?" Frozen in fright by the woman's friendly grin, the lad could only shake his head 'no' with a nervous squirm.
"Well," continued the matron, as she began to daintily pinch one after another of the boy's bare toes. "Nana would understand... Mmmmmmm, yes! She knows how silly little children can be when playing Tickle Monster..."
Silly? Wetting his pants would be 'silly'!? Angered though he was by the matron's dismissive label, William giggled despite himself. Unable to keep a straight face beneath her teasing tweaks, the lad couldn't help but grin and titter along with the woman's menacingly childish words.
"Oh, yes! They giggle and they wiggle and sometimes they even piddle... Mmmmmmm... But Tickle Monster loves her silly darlings all the same..."
"P-please..." begged William, as he tried to ignore the fingers tweaking at his feet, but his complaints were put to an end as the matron's soft palm again pressed the boy's lips into silence.
"Mmmmmm... Yes. Nana understands. Nana knows just what her little Billy wants..." Teasing muffled giggles from the lad once more, the matron's smiling gaze quickly took on a look of seriousness as she glanced down to ask "Oh, but your Mama would be so angry, wouldn't she?"
Angry? How? Confused, embraced, muffled, and tickled, William didn't know how to react to that question.
"Mmmmmmm... Yes. If little Billy piddled his panties, just think of how embarrassing it would be for Mama!"
Squirming angrily, William wanted to shout out for the matron to stop her touches, but all that emerged was a giggling "Mrmrmrmrmrmrm" from beneath her silencing hand.
"Only little babies pee their panties... Mmmmmmm... and everyone thinks Billy is a big strong boy!" Stopping her toe-tweaks to gently caress the lad's soles, the matron returned to her smile as she cooed. "I'm so glad little Billy would never have an accident like that!"
As the bosomy bully continued to gently tickle up and down the lad's soles, William could see exactly what she was planning. The matron knew his desperate state. She KNEW what would happen! And yet, without indicating so much as a smidge of sympathy, Mrs. Lovely's continued to gently tease his feet with her gentle touch.
"Oh, dear," purred the matron, as her kindly smile turned into a concerned pout. "But how angry would Mama be if he did?"
Giggling pitifully behind his captor's muffling hand William knew just how angry his mother would be, but what could he do? Clutched as he was to this monster's bosom, fingers gently teasing restrained soles, his only options were to squirm and laugh along with Mrs. Lovely's banter while hoping -- praying! -- for release. But granting freedom seemed to be the last thing on his captor's mind.
"Mmmmmmm... She'd be so angry. So very, very angry.
"Just imagine! Her big, strong boy, supposed to be on his best behaviour for an important grown-up party, disappointing everyone by wetting his pants like a sissy baby.
"Her own little man, all smiling and happy from his Tickle Monster games, running about in his wet little piddle pants in front of everyone."
Whimpering amidst his giggles, William squirmed pathetically as he felt his surrender drawing closer. Though the matron's tickles were not as overwhelming as before, her devious tease kept him in a state of gently giggling mirth and made it impossible to think of anything else. As it was it took the lad's full focus to keep his bladder under control, but the clutching bully was slowly but surely wearing that concentration away with a casual stroke of her fingers.
"Mmmmmm... Everyone would know, wouldn't they? Everyone would know little Billy was just a piddle-pants sissy. You couldn't keep that a secret from anyone! Mmmmmmmmmmm...
"Billy might even get a spanking. Oh, yes! A slippity-slap paddling on his naughty bare bum!"
A spanking?!?! Squirming again, William tried to beg for mercy but a giggled whimper was all that could be heard from under Mrs. Lovely's greedy clutch.
"Oh, can you imagine that? Little Billy having his pants pulled down in front of everyone? He'd have no secrets to hide with his cute little bum out in the open.
"That naughty little bum...
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....
"Billy's naughty bum slapped and paddled and swatted and spanked until it was bright, bright red! And poor little Billy, crying in front of everyone, all because he couldn't hold his water while playing a game of Tickle Monster with his favourite Nana."
Squealing beneath the matron's silencing palm, his eyes bulging wide, William knew he was at his breaking point. He'd be wetting his pants any moment now if Mrs. Lovely didn't let him run to the bathroom immediately!
Smiling and giggling with unwanted laughter, the boy squirmed desperately in the bosomy bully's greedy arms but she easily snuggled him tight while gently tickling and tickling and tickling at his sensitive feet. "Better not!" taunted the matron, as she drew a single finger up the lad's bare sole. "Better not piddle! Better not wet your pants!
"Only naughty boys can't hold their water and Auntie Tickle Monster makes sure naughty boys get spanked!" Returning to her nimble toe tweaks and gentle spider touch, Mrs. Lovely's eyes narrowed conspiratorially as she purred "They'll spank you, Billy. All the mommies will.
"If you piddle your pants they'll pull down your pants, lay you over their laps one by one and spank your naughty bum all day long.
"Mmmmmmmm...
"Hands and paddles and wooden spoons, all slapping and smacking and swatting and spanking Billy's naughty little posterior. That's what happens to bad little boys in Mrs. Tickle Monster's neighbourhood."
Holding William tight, the matron chuckled lightly before giving the boy a devilishly friendly smile. "Silly little Billy," she purred, while slowly drawing her fingernails up and down the boy's wiggling soles. "Good little boys always hold their water. Good little boys know how to behave.
"Billy's a good little boy, isn't he? Mmmmmmm... I'm sure he is!
"Only silly little sissies piddle their pants, and silly little sissies get their bare bums spanked!
"Oh, you'd better not be silly! Better not piddle your panties!
"Better not! Better not!
"Oh!
"Oh!
"Oh, will you look at that! Just look at that! Billy's a little sissy after all, isn't he?"
Blushing deeply as he felt shame overwhelm him, the lad continued to involuntarily laugh and giggle as Mrs. Lovely removed her silencing palm from his grinning lips. Humiliated beyond reckoning by his ticklish surrender, the lad's embarrassment was compounded further still by the merriment forced from him by his gentle tormentor.
"Such a silly boy," teased the matron, as she gently pinched the boy's rosy cheeks. "Such a silly little piddle pants.
"Who would have thought Billy would be so happy to wet himself, hmm?" Now giggling through his humiliation when he would much rather cry instead, William lay back in defeat as he felt the damp warmth spread at his waist. Whatever Mrs. Lovely wanted to do now, he would let her. Having already surrendered to all of her wishes, there was no point in resisting now. He was hers.
"Don't you worry," soothed the bully, as she ceased her teases at the lad's feet. "Nana Tickle Monster understands." Gently stroking William's tear-stained face, the matron pressed his cheek to the softness of her bosom and continued her soothing patter.
"Ssssssssh little Billy, Nana understands. Nana knows just what you're thinking. There's no need to feel ashamed.
"Nana Tickle Monster knows how little boys and girls forget themselves during playtime..."
Of course, that wasn't what William was thinking at all, but what would be the point in countering his cruel captor's words? She would just start tickling again, and that was the last thing the boy wanted to happen.
"Don't you worry," soothed Mrs. Lovely as she gently stroked the boy's flushed cheeks. "Nana still loves her little Billy, even if he is a silly little piddle pants." Feeling tears well up into his eyes at the matron's statement, the realization of his predicament was beginning to dawn upon him. He had wet his pants, everyone would know it and, if his captor's words were anything to go by, he was about to receive the spanking of a lifetime!
"Oh, don't cry," cooed the plump lady through her bemused pout of a smile. "Tickle Monster loves little sissies too, and she will love her sissy Billy for as long as he's a ticklish little boy, and that will be for ever and ever, won't it?" Mindlessly nodding in agreement, William just wanted the woman's attention to end. Taking the path of least resistance, he would agree to anything this bosomy bully wanted. Anything, as long as it got him away from her.
Smiling in her deceptively pleasant way, the matron took hold of the boy's chin and gently lifted the his face to look into her own. Batting her eyes flirtatiously, the plump lady blew her captive a kiss before cooing "The Tickle Monster loves her little Billy. Does little Billy love The Tickle Monster, too?" As he nodded in acquiescence, the lad's tears began to flow in earnest. How could he agree to holding any affection for this horrible woman? How could he 'love' such an awful person?
Trembling as he saw Mrs. Lovely smile wide at his response, the lad's nervousness was quickly replaced with a soothing warmth as the matron smothered his sorrow-filled face in the softness of her bosom. "Yes, Nana knows," she cooed. "Nana knows all little children love The Tickle Monster just as much as she loves them."
Hugging the tearful lad in silence for a minute more, the matron released her hug and lifted the lad up to stand awkwardly on the floor beside her. Rising from her seat to join her captive and taking his hand in her own, Mrs. Lovely smiled downward upon the boy as she sang "I'm not sure what the other mommies will say about our little Billy piddle pants!" Smiling in her conspiratorial way as she began to step slowly towards the parlour door, the matron cooed "That naughty little tushie of yours is going to get a sound paddling, I can tell you!"
Trembling nervously as he followed the plump lady's lead out the door and towards the bustle of the back yard party, William tried to hide himself behind his tormentor as she purred. "That's right, you just stay close to Nana Lovely and maybe nobody will notice. Nana will do what she can to protect her sissy from those nasty ol' spanking paddles and hands..."
Mrs. Lovely, of course, had lied. There was no punishment awaiting William as he stepped forth onto the back-yard porch, and the neighbourhood ladies barely noticed as the pair walked across the lawn to join the boy's mother in conversation. Words whispered from Mrs. Lovely's lips to the young mother's ear quickly explained the lad's unfortunate 'accident' during playtime, and the boy's guilty look sealed the matron's words as truth as far as William's mother was concerned. Now seeming to have played the role of conscientious babysitter for the afternoon, the bosomy bully gave William a condescending pat upon the head and blew the boy a kiss as she passed responsibility back to his mother. As always, there would be no consequences or suspicions for her actions, and any stories from the chastened boy would simply be taken as exaggeration.
Excusing herself from the party to escort her son home, William's mother seemed exasperated with the lad's apparent lack of control and curt words made clear her disappointment. How could he have embarrassed himself in such a way in front of kindly Mrs. Lovely?
"HEEEEEEELP!" shrieked a panicked child from the house's back yard. "HEEEEELP! The Tickle Monster's got me! THE TICKLE MONSTER'S GOT ME!"
Watching the neighbourhood mothers giggle and smile as they witnessed Mrs. Lovely effortlessly lift a young girl from the yard, William's despair turned to hopelessness as he realized his experiences today were all too common in this particular neighbourhood. Hearing the girl's shrieks for help quickly turn into squeals of laughter beneath the matron's practiced touch, the lad joined the neighbourhood children in knowing silence as they watched the plump bully slowly make her way back to the hostess's house with her new captive draped over her shoulder.
"Have fun, sweetie!" trilled the girl's mother, as she watched her child squirm and giggle in the devious matron's clutches. "Don't play too hard with Mrs. Lovely!"
"Oh, that Martha," remarked another, as she turned back to her conversation. "Always playing with the kids. Such a wonderful sitter, isn't she?"
Though the mothers were oblivious to it all, William now knew the secret the other children didn't dare share with him before: Mrs. Lovely tickles, and there was no help to be found for those captured in her greedy clutch.