Tickle Story Requests 2

Stuck in Tickle Studies

Take the class they said. It's an easy elective they said. It's not easy at all! Tickling 101 is filled with nothing but people that enjoy torturing me. One class I was stuck in stocks while the class tickled me. Another, I was tickled while taking notes.

Today was the first day of the fourth week. I missed the chance to transfer classes without losing credits. I'm sad that I'm more or less stuck in this class. The teacher seems to like using me for demonstrations and the like. He always said "Kim, come up here for a demonstration!"

Today wasn't much different. Today we have a test and it's weird. It'll take the full hour. The first half hour, half the class will take the test while the other half will be tickled. During the second half, it's switched. I did my best to study, but I don't know if I can handle being tickled. The person tickling us are randomly assigned the day of as well!

I walked in and looked at the front of the room. Apparently I was partnered with Jason. He did spend some time tickling me during class, but everyone has.

I got ready to tickle him and he got ready to take his test. He put his arms out and left his sides exposed. I stood behind him and waited for the teacher to start the test. Once the teacher told us to begin, I shot my nails into his sides. The room was immediately filled with laughter as most of the students were laughing and squirming.

Jason was struggling to focus on his test. I looked down and saw that he barely wrote his name. His arms were trying to stop me from tickling him, so I decided to wrap my arms around him and tickle his belly. He leaned forward while laughing, forcing me to lean on him. My chest got on his head, but that was all.

I quickly stopped attacking his stomach and focused on his neck, lightly tickling the back of his neck. This got him giggling like mad, but he was able to do some of the test. I waited till he completed the third question before tickling his ribs.

I couldn't help but smile as I tickled him. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to tease everyone and get revenge for the tickling I went through. I tickled him as hard as I could and Jason stopped taking his test completely. He was laughing and squirming in his seat, begging me to stop. It was adorable.

I wasn't the only one that did this. I looked around and saw a few others making their partners squirm and laugh. Some kicked their legs and laughed at the ceiling while their partner tickled their sides. Others were biting their lips as their bare soles were tickled. One looked like she was dancing in her chair as her partner were gliding her fingers up and down the test taker's sides.

I looked down and saw badly drawn circles around his answers. His begging didn't stop though. He begged and tried to get me away from him.

All until the teacher said to stop and hand in your tests. Everyone stopped and the teacher took their tests as we changed seats with our partners. I was one of the many that weren't looking forward to what was coming.

It became worse when Jason was preemptively taking off my shoes. I curled my toes, trying my best to resist the urge to giggle before it's begun.

When the teacher handed everyone their test, he eventually told us to begin. I barely managed to write down my name before bursting out laughing. I tried to pull back my leg as Jason tickled my soles. I but my lip and curled my toes, even kicking him lightly just to keep my concentration.

With my willpower, I was able to answer a couple questions. Sadly, he pulled my toes back and tickled the base of them, which had me laughing and trying to grab his hands. My arms stupidly tried to stop him from above the desk while he was under the desk.

His grip was firm as he tickled my toes, but I'm sure the kicking was getting to him. I couldn't control my free leg as I kicked him with reckless abandon. He did stop after what felt like forever, but I spent the time recovering instead of finishing the test.

The others around me were laughing and begging. It looks like we all were regretting how we tickled our partners. Some were hitting their partner's hands, trying to get them to stop. Others were grabbing their partner's hands, trying to get them to stop.

It didn't take long for Jason to go back to tickling me. He tickled my sides ever so lightly, which put me into a giggle fit. I was squirming and giggling ever so lightly, trying my best to stay on my chair.

His fingers teased and tickled every nerve on my sides. It tickled so bad that I put my head on my desk and laughed. I even covered my head with my arms, which was a mistake. My underarms were attacked next. I shot up in my chair and laughed while trying to protect the sensitive spot. However, I trapped his fingers in the spot and it lead to my underarms being tickled relentlessly.

I laughed and circled anything that looked like an answer. Any answer is better than no answer. I was scrunched up while writing on the test, laughing away when his fingers hit that one sensitive spot on my underarms. After what felt like a few minutes, I opened my underarms and he moved his fingers away from the spot.

What I didn't know is that if you finish the test early, your partner can move to tickle someone else. I found this out when someone "snuck" under my desk and began tickling my feet while my partner was tickling my sides. I was laughing and trying desperately to finish my test. The tickling on my soles had me kicking while the tickling at my sides had me squirming. It felt embarrassing knowing that some people were watching, but it was nice to know I wasn't the only one in the room that was suffering through this.

My arms were stuck at my sides, trying to stop the tickling. My brain could only focus on laughing and my body was trying to curl into a ball.

My sanity was saved when the teacher called time. It felt like forever ago that the test started and I was glad that it was over. The professor collected everyone's papers and dismissed us. We all returned to our dorms and I decided not to go out for the rest of the day! It's too embarrassing whenever I go into that class. But I'll admit, I always leave with a smile.