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Madame Hortense awakened from her nap to the sweet
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sensations of David's fingers still busy about massaging her
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feet. "Are you ready for your test, love?" she asked.
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"Yes, Mistress," David replied.
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"Did you just tickle me, or was I dreaming?" she asked
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suspiciously.
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"You were dreaming, Mistress," David answered.
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Madame Hortense cocked her head to one side and eyed him
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coolly. "I'm not so sure. I think I'd better assess you another
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hour of tickle time just in case I WASN'T dreaming."
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"Please, Madame Hortense," David begged, "I swear I didn't
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tickle you! I was just studying your lovely feet!"
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"Oh, David, I'm only teasing you," his mistress said with a
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wave of her hand, "can't you take a joke?...I enjoyed your little
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massage," she continued, "you certainly have a way with feet.
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Are you ready for your test?"
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"Yes, Mistress, I'm ready," he replied.
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"You've made a thorough study of my feet in exacting
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detail?" she inquired.
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"Yes, Mistress, I have."
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"So if I ask you to kiss a specific location on my feet,
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you'll know EXACTLY where to kiss me?"
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"Yes, Mistress."
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"All right, smarty," she said skeptically, "I'll start you
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off with an easy one. I want you to kiss the ball of my right
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foot."
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David bent and kissed the ball of Madame Hortense's right
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foot.
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"Very good, slave, I see you've been studying," Madame
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Hortense was impressed.
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"I have said that I have studied, Mistress."
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"Indeed you have, my love! Now this one's a toughy. I want
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you to kiss me on the big toenail of my left foot--right smack in
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the middle."
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David bent once more and applied his lips to his mistress's
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left big toenail.
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"You're one centimeter off, slave," she said in a clipped
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tone. "YOU haven't done your homework!"
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"But I kissed you right in the middle of your toenail,
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Madame Hortense!" David whined.
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"No you didn't," his mistress exclaimed in the same clipped
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tone. "And don't you argue with me, young man. I'll spank you
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if you argue with me again...and give you a tickling besides!"
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"But I was close, wasn't I, Mistress!" David pleaded his
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case, "doesn't close count for something?"
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"Only in horseshoes and hand grenades, my dear. I fine you
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one hour of tickle-torture for failing to obey orders...and while
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I'm at it...come lay across my knee!"
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David was terrified.
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"Come, come, come," Madame Hortense command him, as a mother
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would a child.
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David lay resignedly across Madame Hortense's knee.
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"I'm going to give you a spanking for arguing with me."
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WHACK!
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David felt the weight of Madame Hortense's powerful right
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hand on his buttocks.
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WHACK!
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"Don't you ever argue with me again, young man! Do you
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understand?"
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WHACK!
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"I will not tolerate such behavior from my slaves!"
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WHACK!
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"Now lay down on the bed and let me tie you up! I told you
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I'd give you a spanking and a tickling and I meant it! In fact
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you've got a LOT of tickling to look forward to. I'm giving you
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the tickling you have coming for whistling while doing the dishes
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AND the one you have coming for failing to kiss my big toenail in
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exactly the spot I told you." Madame Hortense thought a minute
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and then smiled slyly and mused, "In fact...I'm still not sure
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you weren't tickling me in my sleep just now. I'm giving you a
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tickling for that, too."
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"But I DIDN'T tickle you," David whined.
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WHACK!
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"Do you want ANOTHER spanking, young man? I told you about
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arguing with me. Now lie down and let me tie you up."
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"But my butt is sore from your spanking," he pleaded.
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"Oh, you're breaking my heart. LIE DOWN!"
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David lay resignedly on the bed, his eyes misty with tears
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as Madame Hortense tied his wrists and ankles to the four poster
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bed with ropes. His sore butt could barely stand to touch the
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bed. Madame Hortense observed her weeping slave and looked at
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him pityingly.
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"Awwwwww, is Mommy's widdle baby unhappy? Mommy will give
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you something to laugh about," and she started tickling his toes.
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"This is for whistling while doing the dishes!"
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David began laughing and crying at the same time.
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"Are you laughing or crying?" Madame Hortense asked.
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"Both," giggled David through his tears.
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"You're still CRYING? Well, I'll just have to give you
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something else to laugh about," his mistress smiled, and she
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tickled the soles of David's feet. "This is for failing to kiss
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my feet in the exact spot I told you! Are you still crying?"
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his mistress asked inquisitively.
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"HAHAHAHAHA! No, Mistress. I love it when you tickle my
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feet," laughed David.
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"Well, kootchy, kootchy, koo," cooed his mistress and she
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continued tickling his feet.
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David was laughing hysterically. The exquisite
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agony/ecstasy of Madame Hortense's fingers dancing over his soles
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was more than he could stand.
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"Did you know I play piano?" Madame Hortense inquired.
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"You do?" David managed quizzically through is laughter.
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"Would you like to hear my rendition of <<The Flight of the
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Bumblebee?">>
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David was puzzled but giggled, "Sure, Mistress."
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"All right, slave," she said slyly, "I'm going to play <<The
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Flight of the Bumblebee>>--on the soles of your feet!" And she
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started tickling David's feet in time with the rhythms of <<The
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Flight of the Bumblebee.>>
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop! Cut it out!
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Please!" David laughed.
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"Nooooo," teased his mistress, "That's your punishment for
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tickling me in my sleep...besides, I'm having FUN. Why, I
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haven't played piano in years. I'd forgotten how much fun it can
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be. Now for my next selection, <<The Minute Waltz.>>"
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"Oh, no, pleaaaase!" cried David as Madame Hortense tickled
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his soles in time with <<The Minute Waltz, >>"Can't you play
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something slower?"
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"Suure, I can take requests," exclaimed his mistress
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generously, "What would you like me to play?"
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"How about <<The Dead March,>>" chuckled David.
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"A Chopin freak in the audience, eh! All right, <<The Dead
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March!>>" and she hammered out the rhythms of <<The Dead March >>on
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David's helpless soles.
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But the slow, heavy, insistent tempo of <<The Dead March >>
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proved to be no relief from tickle-torture for David. In fact he
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found the slower pace even more titillating. "How about <<The
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Battle Hymn of the Republic!>>" he giggled. His mistress had
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managed to tickle him silly. She obliged him with his request.
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"Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!" David sang between senseless
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giggles.
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"Oh, you're really getting SILLY now," exclaimed Madame
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Hortense. "Any more requests, slave? I have lots of songs in my
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repertoire."
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"How about <<War of 1812,>>" he giggled.
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"You silly boy," she chided as she thrashed out the <<War of
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1812 Overture >>on his toes, tickling them rapidly when she got to
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the parts where the cannons go off. She then switched to some
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popular music, doing a rendition of <<What I Say, >>by Ray Charles,
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on the tops of her slave's feet, <<Pretty Woman, >>by Roy Orbison, on
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his ankles, and <<Get Ready, >>by the Temptations on his soles.
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"I've never had a slave who makes me feel the way that you do,
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you're outta sight!" she sang along with her tickling, stopping
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on the words "get ready" and starting up again on "'cause here I
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come". David was beside himself with laughter not just from
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being tickled, but from seeing his mistress genuinely enjoying
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herself. She seemed so happy performing her pretend recital.
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She had completely forgotten she was supposed to be punishing him
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and had gotten completely caught up in the enjoyment of her
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"piano playing", laughing, singing, and serenading her slave.
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She finished off her recital with an encore performance of <<The
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Flight of the Bumblebee.>>
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"That's what I call SOLE music," David laughed.
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"Silly boy," Madame Hortense chided tickling his foot with a
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flourish, "you're not supposed to be enjoying this; this is your
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punishment. Have you no better sense that to enjoy being
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punished? Can you not recognize tickle-torture when it's being
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administered?"
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David only smiled.
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"Oh, David," she said with a half shrug, "whatever am I
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going to do with you?"
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"How about another piano recital, Madame Hortense?" David
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said eagerly.
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"Oh, all right," replied his mistress in mock disgust, "but
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on one condition; you have to play ME a recital this weekend when
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YOU take over."
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"Deal," agreed David, "let's shake on it." And Madame
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Hortense shook David's right foot with her right hand to seal the
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agreement. "You're in for a real treat this weekend, Mistress,"
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David said.
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"I can hardly wait," said Madame Hortense with a smile.
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