A Tickle Tease Toy…

Jenny looked up at Mr. Smith ferociously, he stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his face in an infuriating satisfied smile. Trying to calculate her next move, her mind scrambled, still a little dumb from the tickling. How could she get out of this? He couldn't possibly be serious...tickling as a discipline?? This had to be illegal!

"You have no idea what you have done!" Spat Jenny angrily. "My daddy is going to find out about this and I will make SURE you lose your job!! And that's ONLY if you let me out right NOW!! If you keep this up I will make sure you lose everything! AND all of the employees that work for you! You're not allowed to fire me! So you better be smart for ONCE in your miserable pathetic life! You think you're a big shot because you work HERE?"

While she ranted, Mr. Smith's expression didn't change. Instead he began walking in a slow circle making his way behind her. Jenny tried to follow him as she yelled, eventually she lost sight of him as he got behind her. She started to feel a sense of relief. Maybe he'd finally come to his senses and was going to get some scissors to set her free.

"I'll make sure you never find another job in this ci-" she started to say but her sentence was abruptly cut off. Instead, she saw a flash of dark fabric and felt something being forced into her mouth mid word. She realized he had gagged her with a clean dish towel from the supply closet.

She tried to continue to yell at him through his makeshift gag, but with the cloth between her teeth and partially obstructing her tongue, it mostly just came out as rage filled yells. This made her even angrier, but also started to spark a sense of dread in her.

Mr. Smith looked walked around to face Jenny, he leaned down with his hands on his knees, tilting his chin up to make direct eye contact with her. Surprisingly, for once she was silent as she stared back.

"Jennifer," he said coolly. "I already told you, I have to do something about your attitude, teamwork, and discipline. You won't listen to reason, and as you already said, the owner won't let me fire you. I've tried talking with you, you won't listen. So now you learn the hard way. I will not lose my job or my reputation because of a spoiled little brat, Jennifer."

Her eyes flashed with renewed rage at the use of her full name "FUUHYOUAHHOOOOHH!!!" She tried to yell at him, but this just made him laugh.

He walked back behind her again. Jenny finally felt herself start to feel scared, especially when she couldn't see him.

"The first thing I need to address is your uniform. Your shirts are too thin and low-cut and your skirts much too short. Now, some restaurants profit off of that kind of attention on their staff, but not this establishment. It's important that you're properly covered and protected from injuries from food hot food.....or from very mean customers."

Mr. Smith reached both hands forward and slipped two fingers into her armpits and began gently but firmly poking and scratching the sensitive pits through the paper-thin fabric.

The reaction was immediate.

"AHHHHH!!" Jenny screamed when the fingers made contact, catching her off guard. Her arms clamped to her sides, as if trying to crush his big strong hands. But all that she managed to do was trap the wriggling hands completely under the arms. Mr Smith's fingers didn't mind the confined space at all, they kept drawing little circles, then poking, keeping her off balance. She quickly tried to collect herself and clenched her jaw shut, trying not to give his the satisfaction. Maybe he'd get bored and let her go.

Mr. Smith smiled, "Oh my, I didn't mean to startle you, Jennifer!" He said with mock concern as he continued tickling. "You see, let's say you're wearing this slutty top, and a very upset customer sneaks up behind you while you are holding a tray full of hot food and does this! TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!!" At this, he added the rest of his fingers and spidered all over her armpits.

"AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Jenny screamed as her back stiffened and she stuck her chest out, trying to squeeze her arms as tight as she could. Praying she cut off his damn circulation. No one had ever tickled her pits, she had tried to get them waxed once, but the brush with the wax itself was too much, she made the lady stop.

"Jennifer, that simply will not do." He said with disappointment. "Release your arms, you need to understand what these customers could do to you. I'm trying to protect you." While he was talking, the fingers did not stop.

"MPHAHAHAHAFFFUCCHAHAHA" Like hell I will! She wished she could say to him, but her armpits tickled too much. She kept her arms firmly at her sides, pressing as hard as she could.

Mr. Smith stood up, walked to her right side, grabbed her elbow and pried it off of her side, "You should really cooperate with the angry customers, issues that get ignored tend to escalate." Her whole armpit and side exposed her used this other hands to spider lightly over her exposed armpit, covered only by her shirt. "Gootchie gootchie goo! Imagine! Having to try to hold that tray still and not spill hot food all over your table or yourself while a customer tickles you through this much too thin shirt! Tickle tickle!!" He explained.

Jenny thrashed around in the chair, trying to lean as far away from the tickles as she could, but nothing gave relief to the attack on her armpit.

"AAAAGGGGHHH!!!" Jenny screamed in frustration and laughter. Trying to pull her elbow back to protect herself, but she was rendered helpless, the tickles almost zapping the strength out of her.

Finally he released her arm and it snapped back to her side as she finally felt relief. She panted, catching her breath. The gag was already getting wet from her saliva. Her body was shaking and all of her nerves were on fire and sensitive. Mr. Smith walked slowly to the front of her again. She looked up at his face again. This time, he could see the fear starting to form in her eyes as she still tried to look indignant.

"You see," He almost looked concerned as he explained. "There are other complications to wearing the incorrect shirt for serving." He looked down directly at her chest. Jenny followed his gaze to her chest, her heart filled with dread. There she saw her nipples, hard, almost trying to poke holes through her tight, thin shirt. She looked back up at him, her eyes pleading. Mr. Smith was still looking at her tits through her shirt. Her tits pressed tightly against the undersized shirt, the buttons already strained from her jostling about.

"Let's say," he continues staring at her nipples. "You're serving a very rich man and his very jealous wife. You come up to their table and you are wearing this incorrect shirt, and on top of that, not wearing any undergarments! Not only is it inappropriate, it's not classy! What if she were to catch her husband staring at those perky nipples? Every time you approached the table? What if she decided to take out her jealousy on those practically exposed nipples?"

Her eyes started to widen. He couldn't...not there....he couldn't be serious! She started the shake her head emphatically. He finally looked up at her face, seeing her shaking her head begging him to not do what he was about to do.

Mr. Smith began to lean forward, making eye contact he raised his hands up and began wiggling his fingers making sure she saw. Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes. He couldn’t do this. Her nipples were one her most ticklish places, she never even allowed any person to touch them!

“Yes, Jenny!” Nodded Mr. Smith, his eyes wide with fake concern. “What if she reached over while you’re bent over placing down a drink and just did THIS!” With that he began spidering all over her tits as she began to bounce in her seat, giggling and screaming through her gag. Her tits bounced beneath the too small shirt, her nipples poking out, eagerly awaiting more attention. The buttons strained against the rapid movement.

“Tickle tickle tickle Jenny! Oh my gosh! This is the most ticklish spot yet! Tickle tickle tickle! Can you just imagine if a customer did this to you?? Tickl tickle? And you spilled the drink all over her rich husband, so naturally he wants to help his wife punish the ditsy ticklish waitress who ruined his custom suit!!”

He took his pointer fingers and put one over each nipple and began scratching them lightly through her shirt. Poor Jenny’s eyes bugged out “HAHAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!”

“There you go Jenny!! You’re finally understanding his serious this is! Tickle tickle tickle tickle!!!!” Mr. Smith scratched and tickled and poked at the nubs as they strained against her shirt, almost popping through the fabric!!

“My goodness Jenny! You need to be careful!” He said suddenly. Jenny looked down to see what he was talking about. She looked down between her bouncing tits to see the buttons straining, almost popping loose! Her eyes widened with horror! If he didn’t stop, she’d lose the last bit of protection her boobs had!

“You better calm down Jennifer.” He said condescendingly. “You don’t want to make it worse for yourself. You’d expose yourself to the whole restaurant!! You better stop moving or I’m going to tickle your nipples to show you why you should NEVER risk them being tickle or exposed!”

Suddenly, he moved his fingers back to her pits and dug all five fingers in, wiggling and poking in. “AHHHHHAHAHAHAHHA!!! MmPHH NOOOOOO!!!” Jenny immediately began thrashing from side to side, her tits jiggling left and right as the buttons pitifully gave way, snapping open and letting her perky tits spill free!

Jenny felt the air hit her nipples and her face burned and she screamed “NOOHAHAHAHAHHEEEEELLLLPH!!”

“I AM helping you Jennifer!” Replied Mr. Smith matter-of-factly. “You needed an attitude adjustment. You have never had to be disciplined. That ends now.” All the while he kept ticking and ticking. Letting her tits bounce around as she giggled helplessly.

“Now,” he continued. “Do you now understand the importance of the proper uniform shirt? Now you’re exposed to the whole restaurant and his wife can do something like this!” He leaned in and began to softly lick one of her nipples and he softly scratched at her hollows.

Her nipples became rock hard again as goosebumps popped up all over her chest and neck. Tears streamed down her face as her body stiffened at the shock to her sensations. A scream caught in her throat as she felt his tongue softly flick over and over while her pits were assaulted. How humiliating! She was so angry! But she couldn’t stop it! Mr Smith smiled and he licked away.

“Poor Jennifer *lick lick lick* things aren’t going your way are they? *lick* this is what happens when you’re a little brat from now on *lick lick lick lick* You thought you were invincible. But you aren’t.”

He finally stops and stands up and walks over to his desk, searching through the drawers. Jenny slumps over. Panting, feeling relief as she tries to recover. She tried to pull at her wrists but she was so weak.

“Mph. phleesh. phtophh! IM SHORRYY!!” She cried.

“Hmm…” he said thoughtfully, his back still turned to her. “I don’t think you are. I think you’re just trying to get out of your discipline. And since you’re lying to me, I know you’re not learning your lesson.” He turned around. Holding a small, stiff, white feather.