Feather Hill Academy

Two

SWIM CLASS

1:10 PM - Lunch Period

•Kendal's POV•

Baylee and I just left our second block class, the class isn't that bad, but I'm already annoyed by some of the kids in the class though. We met a nice girl, Ella, she's really sweet and perky! She's almost as ticklish as me! Sadly, I'm still way more ticklish though.

After lunch ends at 1:40 PM, Baylee and I go to swimming class, which Ella happens to be in, too! Baylee and I run into Ella while making our way to the swimming pool girl's locker room.

"Hey El!" I mediocrely shout at Ella saying her nickname. Ella smiles, and waves at me and walks with us to the locker.

When we all get to the girl's locker room, we all go looking for our lockers, since it's our first day. Not even ten minutes later, we're all back together because our lockers are all right next to each other! What a coincidence!

After I finally get my locker open, since it as being really stubborn, I slowly start to change into my revealing bikini. I hate how the school also chooses the bikinis we have to wear too. I understand the "uniforms", but the swimsuits, too? Really?

I take out my pink bikini that was already in my locker, and I start to take my school uniform off, and I slowly start to put on my pink bikini. When I'm done putting my bikini on, I put the rest of my clothes in my locker and I wrap my arms around myself subconsciously. Only then do I start to feel something on my sides.

"EHEHEHHEEKK!!" I squeal out. "W-What is that?!"I shout out in question and ticklishness. Ella and Baylee both giggle out at my reaction.

"Oh, it's you guys — hahahha stop!" I tell them, and they both stop.

I relax a little and try to catch my breath before we all go out into the the swimming pool area. When we get to the pool, I notice something.. not one single person is in the water, not even their feet are dipped in the water! I decide to be that one person, and I go ahead towards the deep end of the pool, which isn't really that deep, only five feet, and I dip my small feet into the chilly, pool water.

I don't even have my feet in the water for ten full minutes, and somebody yanks me out of the pool and drags me into a room that I don't recognize. I start to squirm in their grip, and only then do I realize that I've been restrained to a weird chair-like contraption: my arms handcuffed together to a chain above my head that's connected to the ceiling, my legs strapped down, spread as wide as possible in leather straps to the leather seat that I'm sitting on, and my feet are put into stocks, with my toes tied back. Also, there's now a blindfold over my eyes! I start to squirm at much as possible.

Then I hear some giggling, and the one sound that intimidates me — high heels clicking on the floor.

I then hear the woman in the high heels tell the people giggling something, but I don't know what she said to them, but the giggling now came to an abrupt stop. Then the blindfold is removed from my eyes, and I see my swim class teacher.

"Kendal, do you have any idea as to why you're now in this predicament? Hmm?" I hesitantly shake my head at the swim teacher.

"Well, you're in this position because you put your feet into the swimming pool, when one of this academy's most specific and strict rules is to not go into the swimming pool unless the teacher instructs the students to do so! Now, why didn't you follow the rule? And how embarrassing for you, it's only the first day." The swim teacher, who I find out later is Mrs. Kennedy, informs me.

"I had no idea, miss, how was I supposed to know? Oh, wait, was it in that rule book that was sent home to all the students when we got our uniforms in the mail?" I ask, completely embarrassed now.

Mrs. Kennedy nods her head, "Yes, Kendal, this rule that I'm talking about was in the rule book. The rule book was mandatory that you read it, so something like this, wouldn't have happened. But consequences are consequences. So sorry." Mrs. Kennedy says with no pity in her voice whatsoever.

"But.. wait.." She cuts me off before I can object to what's about to happen to me in the next couple of minutes.

"No, Kendal. You need to learn to follow the rules when given the rules at first hand, and this is your consequence. Now, sorry that I have to do this to you on your first day, but you're going to be tickled. For as long as I feel necessary." Mrs. Kennedy informs me with the straightest face possible.

Mrs. Kennedy slowly walks behind me, and starts to put her long, French nails up and down my soft, sensitive, ticklish sides.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHH!! Nohohooo! Make it stop!" I squeal out of pure ticklishness.

Mrs. Kennedy smirks a devil looking smirk, and moves to my HYPER ticklish tummy.

"EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEKKKK! Nohohohoo AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Nooooo!" My voice reaches a whole new octave, my laughter goes in and out of silence.

Mrs. Kennedy tickles me for 25 or so more minutes. After ten torturous minutes on my hyper sensitive tummy, I pass out.