Called Down In Math Class

 

            "Katherine," Ms. Grimshaw raised her voice.  "Don't let me call you down again."

            Kat had been pestering her friend Lisa, who sat in the desk in front of her.  Ms. Grimshaw's calculus class was so dull.  She did nothing, but stand in the front of the class and write various problems and equations, on the board.  She would then amuse herself by working them out.  She didn't really teach the class.  She just stood up there doing problems.  Ms. Grimshaw was probably about 45, of short, average build.  She wasn't very intimidating at all, so Kat continued pestering Lisa.

            Kat would poke her sandaled foot up between Lisa's side and the rear seat support bar, and do her best to try to poke Lisa in the chin.  Lisa and Kat were good friends, but Lisa was still getting quite annoyed.  While Kat was the more outgoing kind, who feared nothing, Lisa was very shy, quiet, and scared to death of getting into any kind of trouble.  Lisa was afraid that somehow, Kat was going to manage to get her into trouble, too.

            Lisa had endured the aggravation long enough, though.  She had noticed that Kat's sandals didn't have back straps.  They were the slip on kind.  There were several small, thin straps going across the top of her foot, but nothing around the back to help hold it on.  The next time Kat's foot crept back into Lisa's space; she quickly grabbed the sandal, and pulled it off.

            Kat, reflexively pulled her foot back, but it was to late the sandal was off.

            "Hey," Kat whispered.  "Give me back my shoe."

            Lisa just shook her head.  Kat couldn't see the big smile that Lisa had across her face.

            "Lisa!!!" Kat whispered a little bit louder.

            "Katherine," Ms. Grimshaw's voice had a ring to it.  "I'm warning you."

            Kat leaned back and thrust her foot back into Lisa's lap again.

            "Put it back on," Kat whispered, very lightly.

            Lisa just shook her head again.

            Kat started trying to use her foot to move things around on Lisa's desk.

            Lisa didn't like this, so she thumped Kat's foot.

            "Ouch," Kat said, almost out loud.

            Ms. Grimshaw turned and shot a scolding glance at her.

            Luckily, she hadn't seen Kat's foot in Lisa's lap.

            "Put it back on," Kat whispered again.

            Lisa again shook her head.

            "Come on," Kat whispered.  "Let me have it."

            Let her have it, Lisa thought.  Okay.  Lisa folded her arm around Kat's calf, and with wrapped her fingers around the ankle.  With her free hand, she started lightly teasing Kat's bare sole.

            Kat's eyes got big as baseballs.  She dared not try to tell her to stop; for fear that a giggle might slip out.  And, if she let loose another giggle, Ms. Grimshaw would surely assign Kat to some after school detention.  After school detention, with Ms. Grimshaw, is no fun.  It's pretty much like class, except you have to write down every problem she puts on the board, and explain in words, how she solved it.  It was pretty much how Kat had learned calculus; in Ms. Grimshaw's after school sessions.  But it was Friday afternoon, and Kat could think of many things she'd rather be doing, than sitting around explaining calculus.

            Kat fought off the urge to laugh, as Lisa continued lightly tickling her foot.

            Kat squirmed, uncomfortably, trying to find a position she could sit in that would ease the tickling.  Of course, there were none.

            "Katherine?"

            It was Ms. Grimshaw.

            "Where should I go from here, to work out this equation?" Ms. Grimshaw asked.

            "I'm not sure," Kat replied, stifling a giggle.

            "You should be," Ms. Grimshaw said, sternly.  "We did this problem in detention last Wednesday."

            "I'm sorry," Kat answered, "But, I don't remehe-hembeher."

            Kat remembered, but she was trying to avoid talking.

            "What are you laughing at?" Ms. Grimshaw inquired.

            "My bahahahad mehemoreheeheehee," Kat said.

            "Do you think this is funny>" Ms. Grimshaw was getting irked.

            As Kat started to speak, Lisa decided to have a little fun.  She feverishly raked all five fingers up and down Kat's foot.

            "Nohooohooohooo," Kat was trying her best not to laugh, but it tickled too much.

            Other people in the class were laughing, too.  Some of them knew what was going on.  Other didn't, but it was funny regardless.

            Even Lisa was snickering.

            Ms. Grimshaw noticed.

            "Miss Lisa," Ms. Grimshaw scolded.

            "Yes, ma'am," Lisa answered.

            "Do you also find this funny?" Ms. Grimshaw asked.

            "I'm sorry, Ms. Grimshaw," Lisa replied.

            At this point Ms. Grimshaw saw Kat's foot in Lisa's lap.

            "Why is Katherine's foot in your lap?" Ms. Grimshaw interrogated.

            "Because, she's tickling me," Kat interrupted.  "That's why I'm laughing."

            "Well," Lisa pled her case.  "She kept sticking it up here, and pestering me, and...."

            "No explanations," Ms. Grimshaw interrupted.  "I'll see you both this afternoon in detention."

            Lisa's heart sank.  She had never been to detention, before.  This was the first time she'd ever even been in trouble, at school.

            She turned and gave Kat a dirty look.

            "Thanks, a lot," Lisa pouted.

            "Hey, you’re the one who was tickling me," Kat shot back.

            "That's enough," Ms. Grimshaw shouted.  "Another word out of either of you, and I'll have you both everyday next week, too."

            With that, they shut up, and neither said another word, until the bell rang.

            They walked out of the classroom.

            "My parents are going to kill me," Lisa said.

            "No, they won't," Kat said.  "Tell them it was my fault, they'll understand.  They know me."

            "You don't mind," Lisa said.

"No, my parents are used to me getting detention.  They've pretty much given up on the idea of me being a 'good kid'."

            "Thanks," Lisa said.  "Well, I'll see you in detention."

            "See ya," Kat replied.

            They headed off to their respective classes.  It was the last class of the day, before three hours of detention, with Ms. Grimshaw.

            Shortly thereafter, Lisa and Kat met, on their way back to Ms. Grimshaw's class.

            "I hope we're not the only people in there," Kat said.  "It's not as bad, when you've got other people to share the misery.  At least you'll be there."

            "It's not like I want to be," Lisa said.

            They walked into the classroom, and of course, they were the only two.

            There were four desks pulled out, in the front of the classroom.  They were aligned two by two, one desk behind another desk.

            Ms. Grimshaw was sitting at her desk, going over papers.

            She looked over the top of her reading glasses, at them, as they made their way to a seat.

            "No, no, ladies," Ms. Grimshaw instructed.  "Right there."

            Ms. Grimshaw pointed to the desks in the front of the class room.

            "Each of you sit in one of the back desks," Ms. Grimshaw said.

            "What's this for?" Kat asked.  "Are we gonna get some up close and personal instruction.

            Lisa giggled at Kat's humor.

            "I guess you could say that," Ms. Grimshaw said, with a hint of deception in her voice.

            A look of worry came over Lisa's face.  She didn't like the looks of the situation.

            "I'm really not feeling too good," Lisa said.  "Do I have to stay?"

            "Oh, yes," Ms. Grimshaw exclaimed.  "Besides, in a few minutes you'll forget all about it."

            "Yeah," Kat stated sarcastically.  "We'll be delving deep into the exciting world of calculus."

            They took there seats, and talked quietly amongst themselves, for a few minutes.

            Then Ms. Grimshaw came up behind them.

            "Alright, ladies," she said.  "Hand behind your backs."

            "What?" Kat asked.

            "No questions," Ms. Grimshaw retorted.  "Just do it.  If you wanna play in my class, I'm going to show you how to play."

            She went to Lisa first, producing a set of hand-cuffs.  She cuffed Lisa's hands together, making sure to loop the cuffs around the bar, so that Lisa was also attached to the desk.  After cuffing Lisa, she cuffed Kat, in the same fashion.

            "What's going on?"  Kat asked.

            "Don't talk," Ms. Grimshaw demanded.  "You'll only make things worse for yourselves."

            "How could things get worse?" Kat wasn't going to shut up.

            "You'll see, soon enough," Ms. Grimshaw continued, "but, since you aren't going to shut up, I'll have to shut you up."

            Ms. Grimshaw went to her own desk, opened one of the drawers and pulled out a roll of duct tape.

            "Oh, no you're not," Kat informed her.  "I won't shut up.  Lalalalalalalalalalalal....."

            Kat was determined not to shut her mouth, and continued making as much noise as possible.

            Lisa just sat there, letting Ms. Grimshaw put the necessary strips of tape on her mouth.  Lisa figured the more submissive she was, the sooner it would be over.

            "If you're not going to shut up," Ms. Grimshaw said, to Kat, "I'll just have to shut you up."

            She grabbed an eraser from the chalkboard tray, and started like she was going to put it in Kat's mouth.

            Kat wasn't about to let that happen, and shut her mouth to block it.

            Ms. Grimshaw was ready for that.  As soon as Kat's mouth was shut, she slapped a handy piece of tape across her lips.  After a few more pieces, to ensure that it stayed, Ms. Grimshaw continued with her plan.

            Standing back, she could see the desk arrangement wasn't going to work.  She turned each of the front desks sideways, so that the inlets were facing the girls.

            She went back to her desk and pulled out several cut lengths of rope.

            She went to Lisa, and after placing her feet in the seat of the corresponding front desk, proceeded to tie each foot to its nearest bar.  After finishing with Lisa, she went to do the same to Kat.  Kat gave a little bit of struggle, but being unable to use her hands, it wasn't enough to stop Ms. Grimshaw.  After she had tied Kat's feet to the other desk, she went over to the door, opened it up, and put a "DO NOT DISTURB - STUDENTS TESTING" sign on it.  After closing the door, she locked it.

            Ms. Grimshaw looked at her two captives, testing their bindings.  Kat was wearing a blue t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and her little slip on sandals.  Lisa was wearing a purple sleeveless top, cut-off jeans, purple socks, and black Nike cross trainers.  She decided that the desks were moving too much, with the girls struggles, so she used some more rope to tie all four of the desks together.

            "Now," Ms. Grimshaw started her lecture.  "First of all, you're here because you were acting up during my class. Agreed?"

            Kat and Lisa just stared.

            "AGREED?"
            They nodded in agreement.

            "Katherine, you had your foot in Lisa's lap, and Lisa was tickling it.  Am I correct?"

            Kat nodded.

            "So Lisa, do you like to tickle feet?"

            Lisa waited a few seconds, and nodded yes.  She wasn't going to lie.  She did enjoy tickling feet.

            "While you were tickling poor Miss Katherine's feet, did you ever stop to think about how she must have been suffering?"

            Lisa nodded again.

            "So, you knew it was torture, yet you did it anyway."

            Lisa nodded again.

            "Well," Ms. Grimshaw said, "let's see how it makes you feel."

            Ms. Grimshaw knelt down at Lisa's feet and began untying her Nike cross trainers.  After removing them, she spent a few minutes looking over Lisa's feet, covered in the purple socks.  They were cute, size sevens, with high arches.  Lisa eyes were wide open, as Ms. Grimshaw eyed her feet, intently.  For the first time, Lisa started trying to escape.  She had been submissive up to this point, but she did not want to be tickled.  The reason she like to tickle so much, was because she, herself, was so ticklish.  To this day, her brothers would still pin her down and tickle her, endlessly.  Still, she had never been quite this helpless at their hands.  She wiggled her feet, trying to find some give, but neither foot could find any looseness in the ropes that bound them.

            "Struggle all you want, Miss Lisa," Ms. Grimshaw, taunted.  "No one's ever escaped my ties."

            Lisa's heart sank.

            Ms. Grimshaw inched her long fingernails ever closer to Lisa's helpless feet.  Lisa tried again to find a way to get loose.  There was no way.  The ropes had been tied to well, and the handcuffs were unforgiving.  Lisa knew she couldn't break the handcuffs, and they were not the trick kind, with the little release lever.  Lisa whined as the long nails drew ever closer to her extremely ticklish feet.  When they touched, it sent a surge of ticklishness through Lisa's body, and she began bucking violently in the desk.

            "Mmmmmmhmmmmmph," Lisa cried into the gag.

            "Laugh, Miss Lisa, Laugh."  Ms. Grimshaw enjoyed taunting Lisa.

            "Mmmph, mmmph," Lisa was trying to beg Ms. Grimshaw to stop.

            Ms. Grimshaw was using five long fingernails on each foot, as Lisa swayed her head up and down, and from side to side.  Even when her brother (there were two) had held her down, she had been able to curl up or find some way to avoid a lot of the tickling.  Here, though, she could do nothing.  Her feet were held in place, to endure whatever onslaught of tickling fury Ms. Grimshaw had to bring.

            Ms. Grimshaw enjoyed tickling, very much.  She had tickled other girls, from previous years, but she had wanted to tickle Lisa since the first day she saw her.  Lisa's quiet reserve and shyness made her the perfect tickling victim.  Kat was another good tickling victim.  Obnoxious, loud, and hard to handle, Ms. Grimshaw would have fun teaching her a lesson that she would never forget. First things first, though.  She had to do her dirty work on Lisa.

            Ms. Grimshaw spent about fifteen minutes tickling Lisa's feet, with the socks still on.  She then started removing the socks.  Lisa fought harder than ever before.  The socks had blocked some of the ticklishness.  An attack on her helpless feet, bare, would surely drive her off the deep end.  After removing her socks, Ms. Grimshaw softly stroked Lisa's feet, admiring them.  Lisa had purple toenail polish, and her feet were well tanned, from time spent in a tanning bed.

            "You take good care of your feet, Lisa."

            Ms. Grimshaw was stalling.

            "They're so nice and smooth.  No dead skin. No imperfections.  No rough spots.  No wonder they're so ticklish.  I just can't wait to tickle them."

            With that, she started in on them, lightly flittering her nails all over them.

            Lisa scrunched her toes, trying to protect herself as much as possible.  Ms. Grimshaw wasted no time, using one hand to fold back Lisa's toes, and the other to probe the long nail all over the undersides of Lisa's ticklish toes.  Tears of laughter were streaming down Lisa's face.

            Meanwhile, Kat was enjoying Lisa's situation.  She knew her turn would come, soon enough, but she wasn't going to dwell on it.  She was going to enjoy the fun, while it lasted.

            Lisa had never before been tickled for such a long, continuous time.  She was having trouble breathing, because of the tape across her mouth.  Her face was wet with the tears of laughter.  Ms. Grimshaw kept tickling harder and harder.  The harder she tickled, the harder Lisa laughed.  Ms. Grimshaw continued, up to the point that Lisa felt sure she would pass out.  Then, she stopped.

            "It's actually quite unbearable," Ms. Grimshaw spoke to Lisa.  "Wouldn't you agree?"

            Lisa nodded, unable to stop giggling.

            "Katherine," Ms. Grimshaw turned her attention.  "You say it was just pure torture, when Lisa was tickling your poor, helpless foot."

            Kat nodded, doing her best to look pitiful.

            "Well, you don't know what TORTURE is."  Ms. Grimshaw's demeanor changed.

            "I'm fixing to show what real tickle torture is."

            Kat's eyes grew wide.  She started struggling again.

            "Struggling is futile, heathen.  You can't escape."

            Ms. Grimshaw dove headlong in Kat’s tickle torture, throwing her shoes off, and tickling her feet with every ounce of strength she had.

            Kat was reduced to hysterics, within a matter of seconds.

            "Mmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm."

            The rapid tickling that Ms. Grimshaw was putting to Kat's feet was stimulating long eruptions of fast paced laughter, muffled of course by the duct tape.  Ms. Grimshaw continued in the same fashion, of holding the toes back with one hand and tickling with the other.  With Kat, however, she had gone straight to full force tickling.  Her goal was to break Kat of her headstrong ways.

            "Laugh, heathen, laugh."

            Lisa laughed at the though of Kat being called a heathen.  It sounded so "Old English."

            "Don't laugh at her," Ms. Grimshaw flashed an evil glance at Lisa.  "I'll tickle you 'til you can't remember anything but how bad I tickled you.  You'll wake up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, because you've had a nightmare, about the horrific tickling you received at the hands of Headmaster Grimshaw."

            Lisa thought to herself that surely Ms. Grimshaw was going crazy.  She was now referring to herself in the third person.

            The fact was that Ms. Grimshaw was going crazy.  She was overwhelmed by the power and control that she had, with Lisa and Kat bound and helpless, so that she could do with them whatever she pleased.

            Meanwhile, Kat is almost blue in the face, from so much laughter, and so little inhalation.  Ms. Grimshaw was relentless, merciless, and out of control.  She wanted to make an example of poor Kat.  Kat was shaking, and her eyes look as though they would pop out of her head.  She was just screaming into the duct tape.  It was hardly laughter, at this point.

            Lisa tried to break free.  She wanted to help Kat.  At first it was all in good fun, but now Ms. Grimshaw was going too far.

            Kat passed out.

            "Well, I guess she just couldn't take it," Ms. Grimshaw laughed to herself.  She looked at Lisa.

            "I guess you'll just have to take up her slack."

            Lisa squealed into the gag, as Ms. Grimshaw drove her maniacal fingers, and fingernails, into the tender flesh of Lisa's helpless soles.

            Just when Lisa thought for sure she was going to the victim of a long, horrific tickle section, the door burst open, and there was Principal Hampton, with two police officers.

            "There she is, boys," he said, directing the officers to Ms. Grimshaw.

            "Alexandra Grimshaw," one of the officers said.  "Also know as Alexis MacGraw."

            It turns out that Ms. Grimshaw, or Ms. MacGraw, was wanted in three states, regarding similar instances.  She had been pulling up stakes, moving to a new community, and changing her identity, every time that she sensed that someone might be getting on to her.  She had been teaching, and tickling students, since she was twenty-four years old.  Most of the students were scared to tell on her, because of the threats she made, to hunt them down and show that "real torture" was.  No one at this school had told on her, but Principal Hampton had been suspecting something for quite some time.  He'd never been able to pin anything, for sure though, until that day.  Ms. MacGraw had let her inner beast overcome her refined exterior.  She didn't realize it, but everyone left in the building had heard her taunting Kat.  Kat's screams could also be heard, despite the gag.  That's how hard Alexis MacGraw was tickling her.

            The girls were untied and promised protection, if they would testify against Alexis MacGraw in court.  They both agreed.

            Kat and Lisa never forgot the tickle torture they received at the hands of "Ms. Grimshaw."  They were already good friends, before the incident.  They would be best friends forever, after it.

 

THE END

 

A comment from the Tickle King:  I know that seemed an unusual way to end the story, but it will lead to another story that I hope to write, in the future.  Alexis MacGraw was tried, and found to be insane and placed in a mental institution, where the lead doctor is - you guessed it - The Tickle King.