A History Lesson of Tickling

There comes a time in every parent's life where they are asked to attend a meeting with stringent teachers in order to examine their offspring's progress at school, as well as their overall academic behavior. Yes, the dreaded parent-teacher conference - an elusive event that practically all children and parents dislike, but couldn't avoid to save their own flesh. Whereas they could have stayed at home to appease their amusement, they were stuck in an educational establishment, harking to teachers blathering about their son's and daughter's misconduct and poor grades in many occurrences. Seeing as the visit isn't mandatory, you'd come to expect that not many parents would be present.

Oddly enough, that wasn't the case for Randi, an unusual mother by the age of 26. As a contrast to other parents, the single mother enjoyed going to such events as it would acquire her opportunities to flirt with attractive men and flaunt her extremely envied figure. Being independent, it would not be surprising for her to be on the lookout for a decent significant other, despite her son's opposition on the subject.

In a Thursday afternoon, a pressed Randi rapidly scurried through the set of clothes in her closet and chose a batch that she believed looked cute. The blonde-haired lass tried it on and tilted in many angles to see how she fared in the reflective mirror. 

The juvenile-looking adult opted for a casual garment, but conspicuous enough to gain mild attention. Her top consisted of a laid-back white blouse which was tied beneath her plump breasts, allowing a fair amount of skin to be exposed just the way she liked it. In addition, Randi sported tight blue cut-off jeans and a pair of brown mules that were slightly bigger than her foot size. The woman looked like she was still in her teen years, yet she was much older than what she let on. It was fascinating.

Comfortable in her little outfit, Randi shot a smile at her reflection. "Go get 'em tiger." She packed her purse and headed straight to her garage with that cougar grin of hers. The blonde knew she would be bound to attract some attention one way or another and that's what she was gunning for. She couldn't wait to see the look on their faces once they notice how gorgeous she is. 

***

The drive to her son's school was rather...uneventful, safe for a very pumped mother who was constantly flicking her hair to make sure she was perfect. Now here Randi was, standing right next to the broad school doors with a hand on her hip, ready for showtime. 

The parking lot was directly next to the school exterior and it was filled with dozens of cars - much more than Randi expected within her experience with the past teacher-parent conferences. The thought of there being attractive men added to her frolicking excitement. It didn't take a second before Randi pushed those doors open and strode into welcoming eyes. 

She was not disappointed.

The school's lobby was packed with many parents and children alike, chatting among friends and laughing enthusiastically. Randi recognized a few of them from her past visits, but there were many of foreign faces sauntering around the room. A surge of excitement burrowed its way into the blonde as she noted some cute chiseled men prowling that she had never met prior. Randi followed her instincts and simply decided to explore and speak to some of those husky potential candidates. 

Albeit, the tan gal wasn't the only one seeking for a partner. Eventually, her charm grabbed the attention of many gathering parents - men and women alike. Awe. Jealousy. Many emotions flashed through their eyes and Randi soon became the center of attention. 

"Hey, that blonde kid's really good looking, don't you think?" a bearded man pointed out with a raspy voice.

"Yeah, you're right," another male agreed. "If I were a few years younger, I might have had a chance."

A bloke nearby overheard their conversation and stepped in. "Guys, didn't you hear? She's actually 26."

Both were collectively flabbergasted. "What! You're joking!" They shouted in chorus. 

Meanwhile, on the female side, many weren't overjoyed by Randi's little show and scowled as they heard the men discussing the little sow, some even being their husband. Their hostility mostly stemmed from the fact that they gained some weight and wrinkles due to their age, yet this newcomer was approximately around their age and looked as young as their son's and daughter's. 

"That little tramp...Who does she thinks she is?" one barked bitterly. 

"But look at that skin and that chest. (Sigh) If only I was as beautiful as her," another sulked, disgruntled. 

A redheaded lady shook her head and clasped her hands on the two's shoulders. "Cheer up ladies. I've heard there's this new History teacher that got hired a few weeks ago, and they say he's really cute. Why don't we go see him instead of standing here?"

The moping women's moods brightened and suffice to say, they nodded their heads instantly while giggling like they used to back in their youth. It didn't take long before the rumor of a gorgeous teacher spread like wildfire across the lobby and the mothers soon began pacing toward the History class, highly curious about this newcomer. 

Unfortunately, Randi was too caught up with her flirtatious conversations to notice the massive ruckus. The men quickly swarmed around her upon realizing she was the sole woman of the room, and the carefree blonde seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless.

Life never felt any better for the 26 year old mother.

***

Lunch break came sooner than Randi expected. The halls slowly started emptying themselves and the dumbfound blonde quickly became the only one remaining. Even after pleading the men whom she was speaking with to stay, their growling stomach effectively put a lid on her pointless endeavors. Randi had already eaten whilst on the road, so it would be futile to overfeed her healthy belly. In spite of that, the woman felt awfully lonely, wandering along the school premises with a downcast look.

Somehow, Randi winded up in a long corridor with the classroom doors being completely shut, except for one. Vociferous laughter and voices caught her interest and she gently slunk her way to the provenance of the sound.

Her back against the wall, Randi peeked through the open doorway. The class was mostly void of individuals, safe for two figures who stood by the teacher's desk - one with their back turned and the other...extremely handsome! For some reason, Randi's heart melted upon casting her eyes on that short, coiffed light brown hair and manly jawline. His eyes were the color of honey and his shaved beard made her want to graze it with her hand. He was dressed in a neat white dress shirt tucked into his belted beige pants and sported clean wingtips that matched the pigmentation of his hair. Even if it was faint, Randi could see the man's bulging muscles underneath that shirt.

"Man, you've been the talk of the show lately. I can't help but feel jealous looking at all those women racing to your classroom like young schoolgirls," she heard the man's companion say. "If only I haven't been slacking off."

"Yeah..." The younger husky teacher was unsure of what to say.

"Anyways, if you need anything or have any questions, feel free to let me or the other teachers know. I'm sure Mrs. Smith would gladly oblige," he laughed. "But, on that note, I'm gonna go grab something to eat. Come stop by whenever you're finished here, yeah?"

Randi's mind raced as loud footsteps stomped on the ground, indicating that one of them was leaving. She quickly turned on her heels and pressed her back firmly on the other hem of the threshold, praying that the employee didn't spot her by his depart. Her breathing stopped once the older veteran emerged from the classroom and power-walked to the east end of the hallway, oblivious to the sly woman.

Said mother breathed a sigh of relief as she somehow managed to be undetected. She whirled her head back to the doorway to check on the hottie, but Randi was taken aback when her view was blocked by a pair of legs. 

"Hello there, miss. Are you lost?" he asked, somewhat rhetorically. 

Randi refrained herself from screaming and kept her cool, although the man's hypnotic, calculating eyes were slightly intimidating. "N-no, I was waiting for a chance to talk to you and I didn't want to interrupt. My name's Randi."

"Hmm...I've heard a lot about you Mrs. Randi. I am Christopher Bulczack, History teacher. It is a pleasure to meet you." He struck out his hand in politeness, to which Randi gratefully shook. He motioned to his classroom. "Please do come in, I imagine we have quite a few topics to discuss. I wouldn't desire a lovely dame such as yourself to be left alone outside."

'Smooth talker,' the blonde mused, promptly following the man inside his class as he closed the door firmly. The room was much more spacious than what she initially thought. She placed a hand on a nearby desk and gaped at how polished it was. 

Mr. Bulczack watched the woman do as she pleased and enjoyed the way her butt swung from side to side as she walked. He didn't believe his workmates when they told him about this beautiful single mother roaming the school, but now he definitely stood corrected. It was already a difficult task to withhold his male hormones, especially when they were isolated from everyone. It didn't help that her wardrobe barely concealed anything - he half wanted to pounce on her right there and then.

"So," Mr. Bulczack briskly said as he sat down at his desk, "do you have any queries at all?"

"Yes. I would like to know how my son's overall grades are doing." Her tone had a hint of discouragement. "I've often questioned him about it, but that stubborn kid doesn't like to talk about it. I'm worried about his future, to be quite frank."

The History teacher nodded and took out a file from a drawer. "Michael, is it? I've kept an eye on the boy and unfortunately, I can't say his academic results are that of high quality. If this keeps up, then I'm afraid he might not make it past senior year."

Randi gawked and was about to argue, but a single finger silenced her. 

"I've marked a lot of his exams and he doesn't seem to put in significant effort to at least receive a decent grade. In class, he often dozes off during my lectures or he chats with friends, despite my attempts to deprive him from his inappropriate behavior. He hands in his homework late and when he does, it's completely and utterly butchered and looks like he made a mockery out of it. From my point of view, I believe that Michael holds a strong dislike for History - but that's fine with me. Not all students enjoy what they are being taught. However, whether he fails this class or not, is wholly up to him. I cannot force him to do something he doesn't like."

"But there must be something that you can do! Please, you can't let him flunk this year - I'll do anything to ensure his success." She was practically pleading, grasping for straws. Her son's education costed a fortune and she didn't want to let that go to waste. 

"I'm truly sorry, Mrs. Randi. But there is nothing I--"

"Anything!" Randi abruptly shouted, slamming her hands on his desk. She stared at him dead in the eyes with a strong-willed gleam. "Please Mr. Bulczack. I'll do anything you want, even if it would takes years for me to do it. Just please...don't let him fail."

The hazel-eyed brunette sat quietly, orbs curiously boring into the determined blonde's own. This might be the chance he'd been looking for, and the woman seemed to be quite adamant - it didn't look like she'd take 'no' for an answer. Although he knew he'd acquire an exponential amount of trouble if he ever were caught, Bulczack couldn't pass up this opportunity. "Very well."

Randi squealed in joy and threw her arms around the teacher's neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you so much!" She thrust his head into her breasts and embraced him in a tight bear hug with relief written all over her face.

"Alright, alright," Mr. Bulczack managed to pull his bright red face away from the mother's soft bust and he composed himself. "Now, as promised, you shall do whatever it is I desire and I expect no complaints or the deal is off. Understood?"

"Yes, of course," Randi affirmed. However, something in her guts told her that she just made a severe mistake. 

Mr. Bulczack smiled mischievously and ushered her to against his black chalkboard. "Don't move," he forewarned as he opened one of his drawers and pulled out two rolls of duck tape. "Now, please stretch your arm above your head."

Iffy at first, Randi reluctantly obeyed and raised her arms, crisscrossing her wrists together. Immediately, the History teacher swiftly latched at her upper limbs by covering them with layers of duck tape which efficiently bonded them to the chalkboard. He utilized the first roll on the whole, to the point that Randi felt like her arms were pinned down by a firm grip. Bulczack proceeded to her legs with a similar approach, gluing her lower appendages to the brick wall below the chalkboard. She offered no resistance, but the sentiment of vulnerability gradually built inside and she pondered whether or not this was a smart decision. 

"Excellent," she heard the man mutter as he admired his handiwork. Randi was on the tip of her toes, stretched beyond belief. Her ribs were accentuated as a result, and her midriff's resting posture had to be slightly sucked in. 

Ignoring her uncomfortable position, Randi was eager to know what kind of favor required her to be restrained like this. "So, what do you want me to do now, Mr. Bulczack? Is there a reason why I need to be tied up in this manner?"

The charming historian smirked. "Why, to be tickled of course!" His fingers dove into Randi's gaping stomach and burrowed inward to her skin, all whilst wiggling and probing from one corner to the next. The blonde widened her eyes in surprise and she gritted her teeth, hardening her tummy to endure the dominant tingling on her skin. "Oh, does this tickle Mrs. Randi? I can easily tell judging by your quivering stomach. Mmm, it's begging me to tickle it. Don't you think so?"

Randi did not dare open her mouth, afraid of permitting a single giggle to flow out involuntarily. Out of everything he could have possibly wished for, it had to be tickling. For a non-ticklish person, this wouldn't be an issue. But for a royally hypersensitive person like her? It was hell inducing torture. Now she deeply regretted having accepted his offer so blatantly. 

Mr. Bulczack adopted a different tactic, making light movement in contrast to the rougher modus operandi. He brushed his inquisitive index finger back and forth onto the waistline of Randi's pants and enjoyed as the woman flinched from each shift of direction. His fingers roamed higher and pressed against the flawless bone structure of the bound lass' ribcage. Randi desperately tried to maintain composure, yet the strained grin was enforced by the dancing fingertips. She was much stronger than what he made her to be, but simply raking his digits on her velvety skin was pleasing enough to keep him satisfied...for now.

"Pfft. Hee hee." Randi's facial expressions drifted from a restraining face to a mild smile, but even so her laughter grew out of control in her throat as shown by her fluttered cheeks. 'Ugh...I can't take much longer...!' 

Without notice, Mr. Bulczack dropped his onslaught and returned to his desk, allowing a brief pause for the silently croaking single mother. He wordlessly scanned through his drawers once more and pulled out an item that prompted Randi to shudder; a stiff white feather.

"Did you know, Mrs. Randi, that tickling was a method of torture by the Chinese in ancient history?" he asked as he twirled the quill around idly. "It was mostly used in court as punishment for the nobles, and none could argue about its efficiency. The reprimand left no physical mark and one could easily recover afterward - it was brilliant."

As Mr. Bulczack rambled on, Randi's concentration was more on the pivoting feather than anything. Those edges looked extremely soft and they were dangerously close to her bare midriff, already planting a seed of worry in her anxious mind.

"The Germans would also apply tickling as a form of humiliation," he continued. "They would strip their victims naked as they were from their mother's womb and tease them with various bird feathers. Like so." With that, he trailed the tip of the plumule on Randi's belly, swaying across the many ripples of the perfectly smooth abdomen. He waved it over her waist, slowly escalated up to her solar plexus and occasionally stroked her deep navel, trying to unveil the most receptive spots. 

Barely two minutes in and Randi was struggling with this new torment. The feather left her stomach sizzling with each swirls and only made it more grueling than the previous treatment. The quill found its way back in her belly button again, propelling the mother into endless bucks and shrills. The worst part was that she couldn't even move a muscle, nor even tilt. Eventually, as she despairingly tried to preserve her resolve, Randi couldn't hold it in anymore. "N-nohoho, I'm ticklish ahahahahaha!"

"There is that laughter I longed to hear!" Mr. Bulczack exclaimed, animated, while sustaining his tender navel grazing. "Agonizing, isn't it? Bird feathers are known to be one of the softest tool in the world, adequate for tickling little tummy buttons like yours. Ah coochie coochie coo, Mrs. Randi!" he teasingly said as the feather brushed the sensitive folds of the blonde's belly button interior. 

"Pleahahahase! I don't want to do this anymore ahahahaha!"

Mr. Bulczack emitted a wry chuckle at the desperate teenage-looking adult and carried on nevertheless. Even her contagious laughter resembled that of a young, rebellious whippersnapper - which was equally as adorable. He pried open her tight jean with his index and major, then reached in with his feathery tickle tool to test her hips and lower region. The teacher was delighted to see Randi's teary mirth amplify. It seemed like he had found the ideal personage. 

The scantily-clad beauty felt the titillating quill unhurriedly crawl to her protruding ribs, which were greatly highlighted and susceptible to the plume's delicate touch. Her body heaved with melodic laughter and she promptly closed her eyes, attempting to block the tantalizing sensation.  The feather freely gyrated and pirouetted all over her ticklish ribcages and even teased the vulnerable underside of her bust whilst she concurrently experienced meticulous pinches on her flanks and hipbones. Gradually, the consistent squeezes spread out everywhere on her bare midriff and she couldn't distinguish where they were coming from. 

"You are simply astounding. Your skin is very smooth and shapely, your smell is breathtaking and your laughter is music to my ears." Mr. Bulczack's words trailed off and silence reigned before he resumed. "The beauty of tickling is marvelous, isn't it Mrs. Randi? Out of the 5 senses, I find the touch to be more gratifying."

Randi wasn't able to properly hear what he was talking about, her laughter drowning his lecturing voice. Yet, that didn't stop him from corkscrewing a finger into her belly button after ditching the feather a short while ago. The torment only seemed to be dragging itself on with relentless nails poking and tracing here and there, having lost track of time. To Randi, it felt like hours have passed. Hours of excruciating guffaws. She had tears running down her cheeks and veins emerged on her neck. 

"Ahahha! Aha ha...ha." Her cackles turned into soft giggles and her muscles ceased responding to her calls. If one tended their ears, they would notice that she had difficulty controlling her breaths. Randi felt like she was doing one heck of a workout.

Suddenly, Mr. Bulczack glanced at his watch and uttered a disappointed sigh. His strong hands retracted, to Randi's relief, and he went to fetch for a tissue. "Well, it seems like lunch break is drawing to a close. But I've had a pleasant time here. What about you, Mrs. Randi?" he asked in a friendly manner, wiping off the sweat from her stomach and forehead with the thin fabric. 

Said person was still recuperating from the anguish, but she seemed to be coping somewhat fine. "Well, I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it. I've never been tickled like that since I was a child."

"Heh. There is a first for everything," Mr. Bulczack commented as he tore through the mass of duck tape restraining the woman. "If you would like, during the next conference, I would gladly educate you through another history lesson of tickling. Though, this time, you'd be a willing candidate. What do you say, Mrs. Randi?"'

The blonde thought about it for a second. 'Hmm, well, it wasn't that bad. I guess it wouldn't hurt.' The answer came to her quicker than she reckoned. "Sure, I'd love that. And about my son, Michael?"

"Do not worry about that, I will ensure he does not fail his senior year," he said with a wink.

Randi thanked him with a small peck on the cheek and saw herself out, her mind filled with mixed thoughts about what just happened in that classroom. She could still reenact the tingling sensations on her midriff and hear his seductive voice whispering in her ears. Things certainly didn't go the way she expected it, but one thing was certain; Randi was definitely looking forward to return for the next teacher-parent conference. 

Whether or not she'd be wearing something more explicit, however, is another story altogether. 







The End?