NEW! Another "The Little Schoolgirl" Story: The Tickling Boots!

 

Michael Alexander Stories is pleased to present another "The Little Schoolgirl" Story, available for #FREE in the Little Schoolgirl Collection Story Archive! 

Kendrick and his team have created special "tickling boots" that they would like tested, except none of them can stand to be tickled for more than a few minutes. What he needs is someone willing to submit, without a safe word, to at least fifteen minutes of intense stimulation. For that, he has a girl in mind: Jenni, the school's most notorious disciplinary problem. Of course, what starts out as a simple tickle session devolves as school regulations are violated in a flurry and the experiment becomes something much, much different: punishment. Codes: M+F/f, high school, teen, BDSM, feet, tickling, humiliation, fictional.

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             Kendrick stepped into the school library and glanced around. The room itself was huge and airy, with broad windows looking out over both the student commons and a portion of the lawn outside the main entrance. Rows of tall wooden shelves seemed small in the two story, atrium like library and for a moment, he felt a little helpless, as if he were looking for a needle in a haystack. But it wasn’t a book he was looking for, despite being in the library. He walked deeper in, passing the circulation desk, his back to the library offices, audio lab, and media rooms. 

“Hi!” said a bright and friendly voice, startling him. “Can I help you find something?”

Kendrick whirled in surprise, only to find himself standing in front of a very pretty girl with shoulder-length, dark brown hair, huge brown eyes, and a set of curves that filled out her school uniform unusually well. She wasn’t tall, nor was she technically short, though she might have been described as petite. Her smile was engaging, her eyes sparkling with a sort of mischief that made him blush. Her white blouse clung to her bosom and her blue and white plaid skirt swirled around her thighs daringly, showing a distracting amount of skin. 

But more importantly, she was exactly who he was looking for.

“Um… Hi. I’m Kendrick,” he said, just a little excited. He’d seen Jenni often enough around school and frankly, her reputation was legendary. Despite being very pretty, and looking sweet and innocent, Jenni was the school’s most egregious disciplinary problem. Usually it manifested in uniform violations and Kendrick could tell that her skirt was hemmed a few inches short of regulation length. And while he wasn’t absolutely sure, the telltale bumps at the tips of her bodice, indicated, at least to him, that she probably wasn’t wearing a bra. Of course, the only way to be sure was to reach out and grab hold, and he wasn’t about to do something like that.

At least, not without an invitation.

“Hello, Kendrick,” Jenni said with a grin. “How can I help you?”

Kendrick took a deep breath. “Well, I’m looking for something in particular,” he said. 

Jenni laughed, her hand coming up and sweeping across the entire library floor. “We have practically everything! So what’s your interest? Science Fiction? Fantasy? Histories? Biographies?”

Kendrick blinked. “Oh. No. I’m not here for a book,” he said quickly, blushing. “See, I’m in shop class and my work group…” his voice trailed off. “Um. Are you ticklish?”

Jenni’s eyebrow went up. “Am I ticklish?” She repeated, still a little surprised at the question.

Kendrick nodded. “Yes. You know, ticklish?”

Jenni gave him a weird, but amused look. “Yes Kendrick, I know what ticklish means. Why are you asking?” 

Kendrick cleared his throat nervously. “Well, it’s about my workgroup in shop class and…” he bit his lip. “But before I explain, I need to know if you are.”

“Are?”

“Ticklish.”

Jenni let out a laugh and crossed her arms over her amazing chest. “That’s a complicated question,” she said in a teasing tone. 

Kendrick blinked, suddenly confused. “It is?”

She nodded and gave him a very serious look. “Absolutely. For example, some people are ticklish everywhere on their body, while some are only ticklish in specific spots. Some people can’t stand a soft, delicate, light touch…” She reached out and lightly stroked the inside of Kendrick’s elbow, just enough to move the small and light hair. He gasped and jerked away, rubbing at the spot. 

“While others love that sensation, but can’t handle a light and fast flutter.” She wriggled her fingertips in front of him quickly, grinning.”

Kendrick let out a laugh. “You didn’t answer the question.”

Her eyelids half lowered. “That sort of knowledge is personal. It makes you vulnerable. And you still haven’t told me why you want to know.”

Kendrick wrestled with the decision, but then nodded. “We made a set of boots.”

Her eyebrow went up. “Boots,” she repeated, obviously wanting more.

“They’re not really boots though,” Kendrick said quickly. “They’re more like braces. Restraints. Um… like you can’t walk in them.”

She nodded. “Boots you can’t walk in. I see.”

Kendrick grimaced, realizing he was botching his pitch. He took a deep breath. “We designed a set of foot restraints that will keep the wearer’s feet perfectly still, the soles exposed, toes extended, regardless of what is being done. Like being tickled.”

Jenni’s eyes widened and the amused expression on her face disappeared. She didn’t say a word. Kendrick gave her an apologetic look. “We’ve tested it, on ourselves, and it works. But none of us can handle anything serious and we all use the safe word after just half a minute.”

Jenni took a deep breath herself. “So you want to subject me to having my feet tickled, without any safe word.” She couldn’t believe he would ask such a thing! She gave him an incredulous look.

Kendrick nodded. “Are you ticklish?”

Jenni frowned. “Honestly? Yes. Everywhere.”

Kendrick blinked. “Everywhere?” 

She nodded. 

“That means the bottoms of your feet?” He asked.

Her eyebrow went back up. “Kendrick, everywhere means everywhere,” she said firmly. 

He digested that. “Oh. Okay. Well. Great!” He looked relieved. “So Mr. Johnson would really like us to do it in the morning. Can you get here by seven?” 

Jenni blinked. “By seven?” 

Kendrick nodded. “Yeah. It won’t take more than an hour, so you’ll have time to get ready for the day. And it's just your feet. You won’t have to take off your clothes or anything. Okay?” He grinned, super-excited, almost giddy. “This is great! I’ve got to go tell everyone! Thank you so much!” And with that he turned and darted out of the library, leaving Jenni standing there, confused, stunned, and perplexed.

“But… Kendrick…” she said aloud. “I didn’t say yes!” 

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