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Lovely Tickles
Lovely Tickles
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Chapter Two
"I'LL DO IT! I'LL DO IT!"
"Hmm? Oh, I don't know. Being a maid is a big, grown up responsibility..."
"Please! PLEASE LET ME! PLEEEEEEHEHEheheheheehehHEHEHEHEASE!"
"You'll be Mommy's tea time maid?"
"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! YES!"
"Are you sure? Are you really, really sure?"
"YES! YES! YeheheheHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!
"PLEASE MOMMY! PLEASE! PleaseLetMeBeYourPrettyPrincessTeaTimeMaid!"
And so William found himself, once again, bending to his babysitter's wishes. Begging, with all his heart, for an opportunity to be 'his Nana's special princess' and serve her friends at tea.
It wasn't the worst thing Mrs. Lovely could have made him do, but the boy would have willingly done any of those things as well. Once the matron started her tickles, it was always just a matter of time until her charge found himself shrieking agreement to whatever foolish thing the bosomy bully asked. Under those nimble fingers, William would agree to anything. And, in the end, it would sound like it was his idea all along.
Days at Mrs. Lovely's home often went that way. The lad was polite and subservient to a fault, but the matron always found an excuse to 'play a little game of tickle monster' when she wanted the boy to perform some task or another. Whether it was vacuuming the floors, doing the dishes, sweeping the walk or learning a new childish dance or song, Mrs. Lovely would always make sure her charge was genuinely begging for the opportunity to serve or amuse her before she ceased her devilish touch.
"BAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
After his introduction to the matron at the party held just a few weeks before, William had learned to fear Mrs. Lovely. Kind, doting and generous in granting her bosomy hugs, the woman was the last person one would picture as a sadist, but the neighbourhood children knew all too well that the generous facade quickly faded to reveal the monster beneath once one found themselves alone with her.
Sadly for the neighbourhood children, few families could resist the matron's offer of free babysitting and all of William's new friends had found themselves alone in the woman's distasteful company at one time or another. Of course, after learning of the arrangement William's mother had planned for her own free babysitting, the lad tried desperately to change her mind, but there was no convincing his mother of the evils of his new caretaker.
"Oh, don't be silly," chastised the young woman, as she drove the lad to spend an afternoon with his new sitter. "Mrs. Lovely is a perfectly wonderful lady. If she gives you a little tickle every now and then, she's just showing her love."
"But Mom!" countered the boy, desperate to be understood. "You don't understand! It wasn't just a little tickle! She TICKLED me! Tickled me until I peed my pants!"
Rolling her eyes in response, the young mother replied. "Yes, I don't think I'll ever forget that.
"You should have told Mrs. Lovely if you had to pee. Seriously, William. You're old enough to know better than to keep having fun when you need to take a break. If Mrs. Lovely tickles you too much, just ask her to stop."
"But Mom!"
"But nothing! I'll only be a few hours and you know you're not old enough to be left by yourself.
"You're going to spend a nice afternoon with your new babysitter while I'm out running errands and you're going to be on your best behaviour while you're there. Now, no more complaining or else you're grounded for a week!"
Sighing in despair, William knew there was no point in arguing further. His mother's mind had been made up and there would be no convincing her of just how unpleasant 'kindly old Mrs. Lovely' really was.
Stepping up the walk to the woman's stately home, William hoped that his mother might get a sense of just how unkind the matron could be. Perhaps there might be a hint which set his mother on edge? Something which made her see the situation she was putting him into?
As they waited on the terrace after the doorbell was rung, William held his breath in anticipation and hoped against hope that his mom would see the light. Sadly, when the sitter opened her door to greet the pair, his mother's reaction dashed all of those hopes to ruin.
"Oh, Martha!" laughed the young woman, as she greeted her plump friend with a hug. "Really? You're such a card!"
For the babysitter was not clothed in the conservative attire William's mother had expected. Far from the prim matron they had met at the party, the middle-aged woman was now lounging in a pair of black spandex pants and a tight pink t-shirt, with bright white socks plumping softly in black mary jane slippers. Jiggling pleasantly as she stepped back from her hug, Mrs. Lovely's massive bosom bulged outwards in an almost comical fashion, with that softness looming menacingly above William as the two women laughed and chatted like old friends.
Watching the pair carry on, the boy's hopes of last-minute rescue quickly diminished into nothingness. For William could see that it wasn't the matron's clothes themselves which his mother had found amusing so much as the playful pattern on the babysitter's tight pink shirt. Standing out from a scatter of red and white valentine hearts, William could clearly read the words which had brought a smile to his mother's face. Stretched ludicrously across the matron's plump breasts, white and bright and impossible to miss, Mrs. Lovely hid her devilish intentions by making them improbably clear to all: Gently jiggling as she spoke, the words "Tickle Monster" danced playfully upon her chest, and the boy knew his fate had been sealed.
"Now, you two have fun!" sang William's mother, as she returned to her car. "I don't want to see a grumpy gus when I come back, okay?"
"Don't you worry, dear" replied the matron, as she laid a hand upon the lad's shoulder. "I'm sure I'll find some way to cheer this little boy up!"
Watching despondently as his mother laughed at the babysitter's implication, William slumped his shoulders in defeat as the young woman cheerfully waved goodbye and drove off to address the afternoon's chores.
"Such a good boy," purred the matron, as she guided William into her home. "We have a full five hours together! However shall we spend them, hmm?"
Feeling like a fly lured into a spider's lair, the boy found himself stepping forward despite himself shivered anxiously as Mrs. Lovely closed and locked her heavy front door behind her.
"MMMMMMmmmmm..." she purred between pursed lips. "Just look at you! I don't think I've ever seen a more scrumptious boy!" Shrinking vulnerably before the imposing woman, William could almost feel the path taken as the matron's eyes roamed over his body. Standing just a few feet before him, the plump lady's choice of clothing seemed to reinforce to the lad just how much larger than him she was, with the fabric's softness emphasizing every pleasant curve and wobble of the woman's feminine bulk
Barely able to see Mrs. Lovely's tight smile above the looming bulge of her imposing bosom, William shivered again as he felt the plump lady's bright blue eyes pierce him with their scheming gaze. Shyly looking downwards, the boy found himself fixated upon the friendly pattern spread across the front of his babysitter's tight pink shirt and marveled at how unexpectedly loving she now appeared. Despite his previous knowledge of the woman's true nature, William found himself now unable to believe that such a pleasant-seeming woman could mean him harm.
Almost hypnotized as he watched the red and white hearts jiggle playfully from another of the matron's friendly chuckles, William felt rooted to the spot. Unable to run or even bring himself to make a sound, the boy could only watch as the silly words which foreshadowed the matron's plans danced and wobbled in the air above him.
"I see you like Nana's shirt," cooed the plump lady, as she smiled down upon her charge. "I had it made especially for you. Isn't it the silliest thing?"
Nodding in agreement as the tight fabric wobbled and bounced along with the matron's words, the boy hoped that 'silly' was the only thing the matron was planning to be.
"Billy's such a quiet boy today. I haven't heard a word from him yet!
"Why doesn't he read Nana's shirt, hmm? What does it say?"
Though he could clearly read those menacing words, William couldn't bring himself to speak them out loud. The last time he said that phrase a torrent of helpless giggles followed and he was reluctant to give an excuse for a repeat performance from the overly affectionate woman before him.
Amused by the lad's obvious reluctance, the matron cooed "Maybe Billy needs a reminder, hmm?" Lifting her hands up before her while playfully wiggling her fingers, the plump lady tittered as the boy frantically shook his head 'no' in response.
"What does it sa-ay?" sang Mrs. Lovely, as her shirt gently wobbled and bounced with her finger wiggles. "What does it sa-ay?"
"Ticklemonster!" blurted the lad as he backed away from the gently jiggling words. "It says Tickle Monster!"
"Yes it does!" cooed the matron, as she slowly stepped towards the boy. "And why does Nana's shirt say that, hmm?"
"Because you're the Tickle Monster!" squealed William, as he continued to back away from the playful wiggle of the woman's manicured hands. "Oh, please, Mrs. Lovely. Please don't tickle me again!"
"Oh, Billy!" chided the woman, as she continued her slow-speed pursuit. "Nana's only the Tickle Monster when little children want her to be..." Pausing for a moment to pinch her lips in a conspiratorial smile, the matron wiggled her fingers towards the boy and purred "...or when they've been naughty!"
Losing her composure at that statement with an excited schoolgirl giggle, the plump woman silenced her girlish titters, halted her menacing finger-wiggles and resumed her quiet steps towards the terrified boy.
"But there's no need to be so formal, sweetheart. 'Mrs. Lovely'? Pshaw! Why, I've spent so much time with your mama that we're almost family now!"
"N-no..." answered the boy as he shook his head in denial. "Not family. No way! I barely know you!"
Giggling at William's reaction, the matron beamed one of her impossibly friendly smiles and purred "Oh, your mama said you might be a little shy at first, but don't worry: We'll get to know each other well before you know it!"
"N-no..." Continuing to shake his head as he looked for a path of escape, the lad was already feeling desperate. Despite the matron's assurance, he didn't trust her in the slightest after his last experience in her company and now he had five hours to spend with this woman until his mother returned. How could she have left him like this?!
"Now, now, Billy," soothed the plump lady, as she playfully pouted her lips. "I'm going to be your babysitter, and that makes me your mommy when mama's not around." Settling down on her knees and opening her arms wide, Mrs. Lovely purred "So why not come give mommy a nice, big hug, hmm?"
Staring again at the playful words stretched tight across the matron's gargantuan bosom, William knew it would be unwise to accept his caretaker's invitation. Though she was acting friendly and loving, the overly sweet way the plump woman asked to be called 'mommy' made the lad wary enough, and the words on her shirt made her true intentions all too clear: Despite her assurance to the contrary, this woman was a true Tickle Monster, and the boy knew the moment those arms hugged around him he would become her giggling captive once again.
"N-No... NO!"
"Such a silly boy," cooed the matron, as she watched the lad back away from her arms. "His shyness is making him naughty, and we know what happens to naughty little boys, hmm?"
Knowing all too well what those consequences were, William turned and hurried away from the giggling woman.
"That's right," purred Mrs. Lovely, as she stood up from her crouch. "Naughty little boys get tickled! "
Rushing into the matron's living room, William considered trying to hide but quickly dismissed the plan as foolish. How could he hide in someone's own home? Surely she knew all of the nooks and crannies into which a child might curl to escape!
"Now, now, don't be naughty!" sang the matron, as she stepped through the entrance opposite the lad. "Billy doesn't want to be tickled, does he?
"Be a good boy and come to mommy..." Momentarily paralyzed with fright as he watched the large woman slowly trudge towards him in her soft mary jane slippers, a glance at her pink 'Tickle Monster' shirt quickly snapped William back to his senses and he once again hurried away from his pursuer.
"Silly Billy," teased Mrs. Lovely, as she followed the lad into her plushly furnished lounge. "There's no running from mommy."
"Y-you're not my mom!" shouted William, as he backed against the room's far wall. "Go away! DON'T TOUCH ME!" Trembling as he watched the smiling matron step towards him, the lad momentarily squeaked in fright as he watched her invitingly spread her arms.
"Of course I'm your mommy," soothed Mrs. Lovely, as she stepped closer and closer to the wary boy. "Whenever Billy's left with his favourite babysitter she becomes his mommy until his real mama returns. Everyone knows that!
"Now, be a good boy and come to mommy for a nice, big hug. Mommy has lots of hugs and kisses for her pretty little Billy..."
Again frozen to the spot, William found himself staring at the matron's monstrous breasts as her tight pink shirt drew closer with each of her cautious steps. Almost hypnotized by Mrs. Lovely's approach, the gentle wobbling imparted to those brightly coloured words seemed to echo the woman's devilish intentions with their playful bounce: 'Tickle Monster' 'Tickle Monster' ' Tickle Monster' 'Tickle Monster'!
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" It was only when the woman was almost upon him that the lad again snapped from his daze and hurried away from his pursuer, leaving her giggling in amusement as he fled through her house.
"Oh, Bi-illly!" sang the matron, as she again followed the lad back down the hall. "Mommy's going to geeeeet yoooooooou!"
"STOP SAYING THAT!" shrieked William, as he ran back into the woman's expansive living room. "You're NOT my MOM! You're NOT!"
"YOU'RE NOT!"
"Oh, yes I am," purred Mrs. Lovely, as she positioned herself to stand in the middle of the room's only entrance. "I'm your new mommy, your favourite mommy. And Billy's going to hug his mommy and tell her just how much he loves her.
Kneeling upon the floor, the matron opened her arms, wiggled her fingers and cooed "Now, enough naughtiness. It's time to come to mommy, dear.
"Come to mommy for a nice, big hug!"
Shaking his head, convinced this crazy situation must be a dream, William tried for a moment to rouse himself but concluded a few seconds later that this strange woman's behaviour truly was happening. Regardless of what the other adults thought of Mrs. Lovely, she was obviously crazy. It was bad enough to have been tickled hysteric by her before, but now she was claiming to be his 'mommy'? William never used that word -- even with his real mother! -- and now this plump bully wanted him to address her as though she was his motherly protector?
What a nightmare!
"You're not my Momm... uh ... my MOM!" shouted the lad, hoping to snap the woman out of whatever delusion had possessed her. "Please, Mrs. Lovely. Please stop goofing around and leave me alone!"
Giggling again at the lad's frantic state, the matron slowly stood from her crouch and purred "Well, if I'm not your mommy, there's only one thing I could possibly be, hmm?"
"N-no... NO!" shouted the boy, as he slowly backed towards the room's far wall. "Get back! GO AWAY!"
"That's right!" purred the matron, as she lifted her wiggling hands up before her. "If I'm not your mommy, I must be...
"The Tickle Monster!"
"NOOOOOOOOO!" darting as fast as he could, the lad attempted to duck out of the way of the matron's clutches but a quick tease at his side was all it took to make the boy giggle, pivot and run face-first into the woman's pillowy chest instead.
"I've got you no-ow," sang Mrs. Lovely, as her arms curled about the lad in an affectionate embrace. "The Tickle Monster has her little Billy, and now we can have fun and games all afternoon!"
Shrieking with laughter as the woman's hands roamed up and down his sensitive ribs with distressing familiarity, William tried to break free of the gently hugging arms but instead ended up squirming downwards to lie on the carpet beneath her. Fully in control of his senses one moment and then mindlessly squirming the next, the lad was stunned to find himself vulnerably lying down in front of the large woman when his wits returned to him.
One moment he was running past Mrs. Lovely and the next he was lying before her like a submissive child. How did that happen?! How could a little tickle do such a thing!
"Such a good boy," cooed the matron, as she lowered herself to straddle the lad's hips. "Tickle Monster loves it when little children run right to her like her Billy did. He must really want his tickles!"
"N-no!" shrieked the lad, as he squirmed between the woman's spandex-clad thighs. "NO! Not tickling! I hate tickling! HATE IT!"
"Aww," pouted Mrs. Lovely, as she playfully wiggled her fingers above the boy's belly. "Billy's just saying that because he's shy.
"We both know little boys love to be tickled..." Emphasizing her statement by darting her hands in to tickle at William's arms and ribs, the matron purred in satisfaction as she heard the lad involuntarily giggle in response. "Yes, Billy loves it, doesn't he? Hmm? Doesn't he?"
"NOOOOOOOOhohohohoho!" Unable to see his tormentor's face above her bulging chest, the boy squealed and giggled as he watched the woman's shirt wobble and bounce with each of her devilish tweaks.
"Yes he do-oes!" sang Mrs. Lovely, as her fingers twirled up and down the lad's sides. "Yes he do-oes!"
"NOHOHOHO!" shrieked the lad, as he squirmed and wiggled in an attempt to dodge his tormentor's hands. "Dohohohohohohn't! Stohohohohohohop! Plehehehehehehease!"
"Don't stop?" taunted the matron as she continued her merciless tease. "Of course I won't stop. Why would the Tickle Monster stop tickling, hmm?"
"Gaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahaha!" laughing beneath the woman's touch, William tried to catch her eye but was still unable to see so much as Mrs. Lovely's shoulders over the pink bulge of her cotton-covered bosom. Pinned as he was between the matron's spandex-clad legs, all the boy could see was the matron's wiggling fingers, her well-muscled arms and the gently wobbling bounce of her playfully patterned pink cotton shirt.
"STOHOHOHOHOOP! PLEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!"
"Silly boy," teased Mrs. Lovely, as she mercilessly groped about the lad's midsection. "You don't fool me!
"Tickle Monster knows perfectly well how much Billy loves her fun and games. Why, his mama herself told me how little Billy went on and on about his tickle-time fun in the Tickle Monster's lap!"
"WAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAT?!?! NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Squealing in dismay, William was devastated! Of course he had told his mother all about Mrs. Lovely's unwelcome touches during their time together at that first neighbourhood party, but he didn't expect her to have shared that recounting with this horrible woman!
"Oh, yes!" tittered the matron, as her hands nimbly pinched at the lad's chest. "Mama was worried that little Billy wasn't having fun with his Nana that day. That he might not want to have the Tickle Monster for a babysitter!" Ceasing her teases to gently stroke the lad's flushed cheeks, Mrs. Lovely looked down over her bosom and purred "But don't you worry, sweetie. Nana told your mama just what she wanted to hear.
"She understands how bashful shy little boys like Billy can be when they're left alone with pretty ladies..." squirming shyly as the matron blew a kiss down to him, William opened his mouth to respond but ended up squealing with another torrent of giggles as Mrs. Lovely resumed her devilish touch.
"But there's no need for little Billy to be bashful when the Tickle Monster is around..." Pausing to blow another kiss, the matron purred "Why, she'll tickle all of this little boy's shyness away in no time!" Leaning forward to furiously tease and poke about the lad's underarms and belly, the plump lady began to tickle in earnest.
With Mrs. Lovely's chest now bouncing mere inches away from the his face, William found the mocking words on that shirt now wobbling and jiggling across the full field of his vision. Plunged into an infantile world of pink, white and red softness, the boy had no choice but to laugh and laugh in forced merriment along with his tormentor's touch.
"Such a good boy," cooed the matron from above. "Give us a little giggle, hmm?
"Give us a good chuckle for the Tickle Monster!"
Unwillingly obeying the plump woman's request, Williams giggled and squealed with every one of her tweaks. Delivered with devilish precision, every touch and caress of the woman's strong hands brought more and more laughter from her helpless charge, sending the boy further and further down the path to ticklish insanity!
"Heeeeeeeeelp!" shrieked the lad, as he felt himself growing short of breath from his hysteric shrieks. "Hehehehehelp!
"Sohohohomeone plehehehehease HEEEEEEheheheheLP!"
Giggling at her captive's desperation, Mrs. Lovely cooed "Such a silly boy... How could someone help little Billy when he's already having fun with the Tickle Monster?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahaha!"
"That's right! You give the Tickle Monster lots and lots of happy laughs. We both know it's what this pretty little boy wants..."
"NOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"
"Oh, yes!
"Why, this little boy could have spent the afternoon cuddling with his new mommy, but instead he wanted to play a little game of Tickle Monster like the sissy baby he is."
"PLEEEEEEheheheheheehEASE!"
"Please? Please more tickles?
"Well, maybe once the Tickle Monster has tickled little Billy's shyness away he can ask his mommy for a nice, big hug, hmm?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahaha!"
"Yes, all that shyness simply must come out! We all know the only one who can save Billy from the Tickle Monster is his mommy, and once he's brave enough to call for mommy maybe she'll save him, hmm?"
"AAAAAAAhaha! AAAAAAAAhaha! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Shrieking and giggling, squirming and laughing, William knew exactly what the matron was asking of him. Though he hesitated for a moment, another murderous torrent of teasing touches quickly set his mind to the only thing which would save him from certain madness.
"PLEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEASE!" shrieked the lad, as he watched the matron's 'Tickle Monster' shirt wobble and bounce above him. "MOMMY! AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! MOMMY!
"PLEEASE MOMMY SAVE ME!"
Feeling the tickles at his side immediately cease, the lad continued to giggle reflexively as he watched the matron sit up before him. Smirking downwards over her cotton-clad bosom, Mrs. Lovely placed her hands upon her hips, gently squeezed the straddled lad between her spandex-clad thighs and innocently asked "Oh? Has the Tickle Monster giggled all of little Billy's shyness away already?"
"Yes... Mommy," answered the blushing lad as he turned away his head in shame.
"Oh, I don't kno-ow," sang the matron, as she lifted her hands to wiggle above the restrained boy. "It sounds like little Billy might still be a little shy-y!"
"No, mommy!" responded William, as he looked at the menacing hands as they danced in the air above him. "I won't be shy any more! I promise!
"J-just don't tickle me any more! PLEASE!"
Smirking in satisfaction, Mrs. Lovely stopped her playful finger-wiggles and stood up from her straddle to casually pace to the other side of the room. Crouching once more and opening her arms wide, the plump woman purred "Does Billy want to be a good boy and come to mommy for a nice, big hug?"
Scrambling to his feet, the lad ran into the matron's arms without hesitation. There was no point in trying to get away -- his mother wouldn't be back for hours and the plump woman would just catch him again for another round of gentle torture. William's only hope was that obedience would keep the 'tickle monster' at bay. Maybe, just maybe, if he did everything his babysitter asked, he would be spared more of her devilish touch.
Hiding his face in the softness of the woman's pink 'tickle monster' shirt, William hugged the bosomy bully tight as he felt her arms close affectionately around him.
"That's mommy's boy," cooed Mrs. Lovely, as she gently stroked the lad's hair. "Billy would rather spend time cuddling with mommy than playing with the Tickle Monster, hmm?" As he nodded in silent agreement, William felt the matron relax her hug and cup her hand under the blushing boy's chin.
"Now, now. I need to hear you say it, darling." Lifting the lad's face to look up into her deviously twinkling eyes, the bosomy bully pursed her lips into a playful pout and asked "Does Billy want to cuddle with mommy, or would he rather play with the Tickle Monster?"
Pausing for only a moment, a quick glance at Mrs. Lovely's playfully patterned shirt was all the reminder William needed as to what he had to say.
"I want to cuddle with mommy," said the boy, as he watched the matron's lips curl in a smile of devilish satisfaction. "I-I want ... to cuddle... w-with mommy."
Chuckling in undisguised delight, the plump lady hugged the lad close and cooed "Well, if cuddles with mommy is what little Billy wants, cuddles with mommy will be what little Billy gets..." As the matron enfolded William in the softness of her pink cotton shirt, the boy's world was reduced to a feeling of enveloping softness as the gentle baby powder scent of his caretaker surrounded him. Plunged into darkness, with even his ears covered within the enveloping hug, the lad's only connection to the outside world soon became a surrounding purr as his captor chuckled once more in delighted self-satisfaction. With his arms gently pinned tight and his mouth muffled by the matron's cotton-covered flesh, William was truly helpless within his captor's softness and knew that even the slightest squirm or squeal of objection would be impossible to voice. More than ever before, he was now hers to do with as she wished.
Just as he began to wonder if Mrs. Lovely planned to smother him in her embrace, the lad felt the woman relax her hug and stand to once more tower intimidatingly before him. Feeling his hand taken in her own, William let himself be led as the plump babysitter slowly paced towards a nearby couch.
"Oh, yes," she purred, while settling herself down upon the cushions. "Lots of cuddles and snuggles and kisses from mommy..." Lifting her charge up to sit upon her lap, Mrs. Lovely gently kissed the lad upon his nose before cooing "That's what good little boys like Billy get when they obey..."
Following her first kiss with another, then another, and another, and another, the woman progressed from simple pecks, to full busses, to a torrent of affection that soon had William's head spinning in a daze of puckered lips and baby powder-scented hugs. Pausing in her torrent only to momentarily gaze greedily down upon the bewildered boy, Mrs. Lovely would giggle girlishly and then resume her kisses, messily puckering her lips up and down the lad's face, with ticklish licks at his neck and ears the only variety provided in her torrent of affection.
"Kissy kissy!" she trilled, as her lips covered his yet again. "Mommy just loves to kiss and kiss her pretty baby Billy!"
William was, of course, mortified to find himself the subject of the woman's never-ending puckers, but there was no dodging those plump lips as the matron's grinning face descended again and again to kiss at his face.
It was awkward. It was embarrassing. It was humiliatingly infantile. But it was better than tickling.
Anything was better than tickling!
After a seemingly endless time upon Mrs. Lovely's couch, William finally found himself free of the matron's attention as she stood up from her seat and strode softly from the room. Wondering if he should dare move from his reclined position upon the cushions, the boy decided to sit tight and wait for the plump woman's instructions rather than presume what she wanted next. After all, the wrong choice might attract attention from the Tickle Monster!
Hearing voices from the front hall, the lad was surprised to see his mother accompany Mrs. Lovely back to the living room! Had he already spent hours in this crazy woman's tickling and kissing clutches?
"Well, here he is, dear," tittered the matron, as she gestured towards the exhausted boy. "All tuckered out from his rambunctious playtime!
"I don't know where he gets his energy from, but little Billy can spend hours running about like a preschooler, can't you dear?"
Sitting bolt upright on the couch, William stuttered and fumbled with his words in an attempt to counter the matron's claim. Aware of just how disheveled and exhausted he looked after being subjected to Mrs. Lovely's pawing, the boy understood immediately that the plump bully was spinning yet another of her spurious tales to cover her true activities and, just like his last encounter with the matron, his mother was believing it all!
"Uh- I- No!" answered the lad, as he struggled to find an explanation that wouldn't sound nearly as humiliating as the infantile kissy-time he had spent in Mrs. Lovely's embrace. "T-that wasn't what happened at all!"
"Tsk, tsk," countered the plump woman, as she turned to face the lad's mother again. "Like I said, little Billy is just a bit to precocious for his own good. Why, he almost knocked over my lamp with all the running he did!
"Such a silly boy! I'm glad all it takes is a little game of Tickle Monster to settle him down..."
William interjected at that point in an attempt to explain what truly happened during the afternoon, but his mother silenced him with another scolding and threats of certain grounding and punishment.
Mrs. Lovely, of course, came to the lad's defence, placating the young mother with assurances that it was all her fault for riling the boy up. That she shouldn't have been so playful with the youngster. That he couldn't help but be excited to spend the afternoon with a pretty Tickle Monster like herself.
Remaining despondently silent through their discussion about his behaviour, William wasn't terribly surprised to see his mother believe it all. There wasn't any point in contradicting Mrs. Lovely -- she held all the cards in this particular game -- and the best the boy could hope was that his undeserved punishment wouldn't be too severe.
Marched to the front door like a sullen convict, his shoulders bowed as he felt his mother's glowering stare upon him, William was hopeless. How could he escape Mrs. Lovely's torments if his own mother believed everything the plump bully said?
Bidding the grinning matron a half-hearted farewell, William was humiliated further by his mother's insistence that he apologize for his reported behaviour and beg the devilish woman's forgiveness.
Looking up into his tormentor's eyes, the lad felt near tears as he saw the matron smile in unhidden delight. How could his mother not see the woman's antics when she was so transparently cruel?
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lovely," mumbled the boy, as he bowed his head in submission. "I shouldn't have run around in your house."
"Oh, Billy," purred the matron, as she opened her arms wide. "Nana forgives you. Come give your favourite babysitter a nice, big hug!"
Looking up as he walked towards the woman's waiting arms, the lad felt again as though he was being mocked by the playful pattern jiggling on her pink cotton shirt. Bad enough as it was to be teased by this awful woman, the deceptively innocent way in which she made her behaviour seem harmless to others only made her promise of further torment worse!
Gasping in surprise as the matron suddenly bent forward to embrace him, the cheerful words 'Tickle Monster' quickly wrapped about William's face as Mrs. Lovely enveloped him in a bosomy hug.
"There, there," she soothed, while firmly holding the lad's head between her massive breasts. "Nana knows little boys can't help themselves when they get excited."
Continuing to clasp William in her motherly hug, the matron purred, "Don't you worry. I'm sure mama will be fair with her punishment.
"You just think about how good you'll be for Nana on your next visit, okay?"
Nodding in silent agreement, the lad tried to pull away from the matron's clutch but was unable to overcome the strength of her hugging arms. With his head still enveloped by the woman's cotton-covered cleavage, William was unable to so much as draw a single breath within his soft prison and, thanks to his struggles, was now starting to smother in her grasp!
"Yes, naughty children get punished," soothed the matron, as she placed a steadying hand on the back of the lad's head. "Sometimes they get spankings, sometimes they get groundings, and sometimes they get extra chores to do, but the little dears always learn their lesson in the end..."
Now finding himself straining to breathe between his captor's devilishly soft breasts, William squirmed and wiggled in an attempt to move his face free, but Mrs. Lovely easily held him fast to her bosom. Pausing to titter a girlish giggle, the plump bully continued to chastise her struggling captive in a tormentingly slow and condescending pace of voice.
"Now, I'm sure little Billy knows that he shouldn't have run from his Nana. That was a very, very naughty thing to do.
"Little boys should always do what their mommies and nannies tell them to, and I'm sure Billy will be a very good and very obedient boy the next time he spends the afternoon with his Nana."
His lungs now straining with a need for air, William struggled for a few moments more before the matron very slightly relaxed her hug to allow her captive to lift his head free. Breathing deep once he had lifted his chin from the babysitter's devilish softness, William shivered timidly as he saw the woman smiling lovingly downwards from above.
"Very good, and very obedient," repeated the matron, as she paused to blow the boy a kiss. "Understood?"
"Y-yes, Mrs. Lovely," answered the lad, as he tried to hide the quiver in his voice. "I-I-I'll be good." For William understood perfectly. If this bosomy bully was willing to be so brazen as to physically smother him before his own mother, there was no telling what she might do the next time they were left alone.
Smiling in satisfaction, the plump bully paused a moment to savour her power before relaxing her hug and releasing the lad to his mother. "Now, don't be too hard on the little dear," trilled Mrs. Lovely, as she laid a comforting hand upon the young woman's arm. "He's just a little high strung is all..."
"Not likely," snapped the lad's mother as she grasped her child's hand. "William has been complaining all week long about being left with a babysitter and he knew just what would happen if he misbehaved."
"But Mom!" interjected the lad, frustrated at how easily Mrs. Lovely yet again played him into his mother's disfavour.
"But nothing!" answered the young woman. "I can't believe you ran around in Mrs. Lovely's house like that! You're grounded, and no TV for a week!"
"B-but..."
"TWO weeks!"
Turning his head dejectedly downwards, William trudged back to his mother's car and sat silently as he watched Mrs. Lovely wave a delighted farewell from her porch. Despite it all, the boy managed to look on the bright side as his mother drove him home: At least he was safe from the Tickle Monster!
Or so he thought.
Although it was a full month before William was left in Mrs. Lovely's company again, as his mother's work schedule grew more hectic those occasional visits soon became weekly caretaking appointments, with William left alone in the hated babysitter's company more than he ever thought possible.
His complaints, of course, fell upon deaf ears, for his mother could see no harm in the matron's antics and actually seemed to approve of her bizarre habits.
"Oh, William," she'd chide, as the boy recounted his first afternoon visit. "Mrs. Lovely was just giving you a little cuddle is all. I was there myself and if anything I'd say you enjoyed that hug!"
Each visit would also be followed by an inevitable grounding, as even the most insignificant transgression of the plump woman's unknown rules would be reported to the boy's mother as if the lad had been a complete terror for the entire afternoon.
He tried to be 'good'. Oh, how he tried! But it was never possible to completely obey Mrs. Lovely. Whether it was a missed crumb on his plate, a forgotten book left on a table or anything less than an immediate jump to obey the bosomy bully's kindly-spoken orders, there was always something William would do to displease his smiling caretaker, and the punishments were always immediate and severe.
"It looks like little Billy wants to play with the Tickle Monster!"
Not that the matron wasn't gentle. Her touch was always soft and her words unfailingly loving, but the tickles, kisses and infantile smotherings the boy was subjected to only served to reinforce his helplessness when in the large woman's care. For there was no escaping her gentle tortures nor reasoning with her requests. William's only choice was to laugh and squirm and giggle in Mrs. Lovely's clutches until he had satisfied her desires of the day.
"I'LL DO IT! I'LL DO IT!"
"Hmm? Oh, I don't know. Being a maid is a big, grown up responsibility..."
"Please! PLEASE LET ME! PLEEEEEEHEHEheheheheehehHEHEHEHEASE!"
"You'll be Mommy's tea time maid?"
"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! YES!"
"Are you sure? Are you really, really sure?"
"YES! YES! YeheheheHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!
"PLEASE MOMMY! PLEASE! PleaseLetMeBeYourPrettyPrincessTeaTimeMaid!"
(to be continued..?)