*(This is based on a story by Vivian Love from Tickling Forum. The title is Detention with the Torturing Teachers. I've changed the names and adjusted the story.)
Zach was finished with his art assignment. He was really gifted in art, especially graphic design. So, like any bored eighteen-year-old male, he started watching porn. Looking around every now and then, hoping not to get caught. His mom would kill him. There was no telling what his teacher would do. Probably tell the principle.
Zach had happened upon a tickle site a while ago. He found a bunch of videos of men being tied down naked and tickled by women. Sometimes only one, other times by multiple women. He didn't know if he'd actually like this, but watching the videos sure got his cock hard. So, who knows, maybe he had a tickle fetish. Zach didn't understand really what a fetish was, hell, he hadn't even had sex yet, but he did know that he liked watching these videos. Sure, there were videos of girls being tickled naked by both guys and girls, but the ones with the guys at the girl's mercy were what really triggered him.
He was watching one where a guy was being tickled by two women. They kept talking about how hard his cock was. They would reach out and stroke it every now and then. Zach felt his own cock getting hard watching this.
"Everything okay over here?" Mrs. Anderson, the art teacher, asked coming around to stand in front of Zach.
Zach looked up, startled. "Uh yeah. All good here," Zach said. He quickly switched to the other screen showing her he had finished the assignment.
"Very good. Zach are you okay? You look a bit red. You weren't secretly watching porn back here, were you?" she asked.
"Uh... What?" Zach asked. His face turning even more red.
"Zach. Relax. I'm just teasing," Mrs. Anderson said and smiled at him.
Zach looked at his teacher. She had long brown hair, usually worn in a bun. Her clothes were more for comfort than style. He never really thought of her as attractive, she was after all in her 50's. However, she had big breasts. And right now, she was leaning over Zach and he could see down her open blouse. The tops of her breasts had freckles on them. Zach pictured them bouncing all over the place as she was tied up and tickled. He almost came right then.
"Well, clean up your area. Class is almost over."
"Yes, Ma'am."
After the class left, Mrs. Anderson went to the computer Zach had used and did a history search. Even if a student cleared the history, the teachers still had a way to look at their searches. She wasn't surprised he'd been watching porn. She was surprised it involved tickling. Later in the teachers lounge she saw Mrs. Jones. One of the newer and younger teachers. She seemed pretty cool and might know how to handle the situation. Technically, she was supposed to report this to the principle and Zach's parents, but Zach was such a good student and never caused a problem. Maybe there was another way to deal with this. More inhouse, so to speak.
"Mrs. Jones? Can I talk to you?" Mrs. Anderson asked.
"My, my, that is quite a situation," Mrs. Jones said, after Mrs. Anderson told her what had happened.
"Zach Bellman?" Mrs. Jones asked again.
"I know, right?" Mrs. Anderson said. "He's normally such a good kid."
"Ha, too bad you can't tie him down and tickle him," Mrs. Jones said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, give him a firsthand taste of what his fantasy would really be like. Most often reality isn't the same as a fantasy."
"I really don't want to tell the principle or his parents," Mrs. Anderson said.
"What are you thinking?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"We still have that set for the medieval play, right?"
"Yeah. Why"
"I'll make sure Zach is late to your class and you give him detention. Then you tie him to the stock and we'll tickle him to within an inch of his life."
Both women laughed.
"Excellent idea," Mrs. Jones said. "This is gonna be fun."
"Probably not for Zach," Mrs. Anderson said and they both laughed again.
"Hurry along now Zach," Mrs. Jones said.
Zach followed his math teacher, Mrs. Jones down to the back of the stage where a bunch of old props were kept. He was having a bad day. First, he was almost caught watching tickling porn by his art teacher. Then someone put gum on his locker and he was late to Mrs. Jones's class. And now, because he was late, he got detention. Which meant, his mom had to leave work early and come and pick him up. She would not be happy.
"We're going to use this torture stock and I need to make sure it's still working properly," Mrs. Jones said.
"So, what do I need to do?" Zach asked.
"Just sit here and I'll lock you in and you try and get free?"
"Aww. Come on. Do I have to?"
"Look young man. I don't like the attitude. Now sit down and be quiet!" Mrs. Jones barked at him.
Zach sat down, shocked by Mrs. Jones's sudden anger. She was normally a very nice teacher. In fact, Zach couldn't ever remember a time she ever got angry. She was just a few years older than Zach, but very pretty. Zach had a crush on her, but obviously never told her. Not that she would have wanted to act on it anyway. First, she was his teacher. Second, Zach was kind of a nerd. Tall and skinny and still growing into his body. And now, he was kind of afraid of her.
"There. Now, try and get out," she instructed. Zach wiggled around. He could hardly move.
"Wow! Good job. I can't move at all," Zach said, hoping his new attitude would mellow his teacher out.
"Mrs. Anderson, we're ready for you," Mrs. Jones called. Then she leaned in and whispered, "Sorry I yelled at you." Then gave him a wink.
Zach didn't know what was going on. But he had a bad feeling.
"So, you think you can watch porn in my classroom?" Mrs. Anderson asked.
'Shit', Zach thought.
"Tickling porn," Mrs. Jones verified.
