(PLEASE READ: This is a tickling story featuring characters from The Secret of NIMH. It is not sexual in any way but if you are uncomfortable wth tickling then don't read on because you won't enjoy this xP)
It had become a common occurrence for Mrs. Brisby to be faced with punishing her children. Although they were usually nice, they seemed to be getting themselves into trouble a lot recently, whether it be fighting with each other or being rude to Auntie Shrew. Today was no exception, as a large argument between them had resulted in them being disruptive and forcing their mother to step in. She had recently taken up a unique method of punishment, however – tickling. She discovered that all of the children were very ticklish, especially on their feet, and she adopted it as a technique. The children always seemed to calm down at the threat of a tickle punishment, and in cases like this where they didn’t, they were always very humble as soon as they were told to take the position.
The four children, Cynthia, Timmy, Martin and Teresa, all sat down and lifted their feet up onto cushions. The four pairs of feet were on display, soles exposed to the cool breeze, and their toes all wiggled gently in anticipation of the tickling punishment they were about to receive.
Mrs. Brisby picked up a long, white feather and approached the children. She first touched the feather to Cynthia's foot and began stroking it up and down, immediately resulting in her giggling softly. Being the youngest of the children, her feet were the most sensitive, and even at the light touch of the feather to her sole her toes curled up tight and she began giggling cutely, wiggling her feet from side to side. She tried squirming away but her mother kept tight hold of her ankles, keeping them close to the feather. Although not tickling too fiercely or quickly, the feather moved continuously up and down the length of her feet for ten solid minutes, going across her toes whenever they unclenched and resulting in her being left an adorable giggly mess, blushing even long after the punishment stopped.
After finishing with Cynthia she moved directly over to Timmy, who seemed to be wiggling his toes in anticipation. She did the same movements with the feather across Timmy's feet, although his reactions were slightly more subdued. Whereas his sister had immediately burst into hysterics, Timmy tried his best to hold back, although it only took a minute of foot tickles to make him laugh, and squirm his ankles around like crazy. His toes moved more vividly than Cynthia's did, wiggling gently and occasionally clenching or splaying out briefly. After about 7 minutes his feet began to try and tug away, but he couldn’t move far. His toes wiggled even after the feather had stopped.
When she got to her two eldest children, Martin and Teresa, Mrs. Brisby had to increase the punishment slightly to make up for their added resistance and strength. She swapped her single white feather for two much longer and firmer black feathers. Without hesitation she then began to slide both of them across Martin's soles, making the eldest son blush and giggle heartily. His soles weren’t too ticklish but his toes were another story, and he had a bad tendency to spread them out wide. Sliding between them, the feathers made them wiggle, and his blushing became much more apparent. Since there were two feathers, one for each poor ticklish foot, he had no escape from the tingling sensations and no mercy for his feet, up until the moment his mother finally stopped and left his feet to rest.
Finally, she put the two feathers to work on Teresa. She had the toughest feet of the children, but they were no match for the black feathers. Although it took a minute, she soon began laughing just as loudly as Martin had done. She had much better control of her toes, however, and managed to keep them still and firm, and together so her mother was unable to tickle between them. She blushed cutely as her soft feet felt the fibres of the stiff feathers, and her giggling grew further with every minute. By the time the tickling had come to an end, she was tingling all over and left giggling even with no contact anymore.
Just when the children thought it was all over, their mother always carried out one last bout of tickling – sliding the feathers across all of their feet at once. This always left the four kids giggling and blushing together, twitching their feet and wiggling their toes against each other, as their mother took pride in feathering all 8 of the soft, furry soles at once. She did so for about 5 minutes, before she finally stopped and put the feathers away.
“I hope you've learnt your lesson, children.” Mrs. Brisby said, still with a smirk on her face. “IF you don’t want to be tickled then you should be good next time. Now, it's getting late, you should really all get ready for bed.” She then strolled off, leaving the four kids rubbing their own feet to try and ease the tingling in them.
The Brisby children indeed did not quickly forget about their punishments, however not in the way their mother had intended. They had gotten used to the regular foot tickling punishments, but to them it seemed a little too regular. As if their mother had noticed how cute they were when laughing and looked for any reason she had to torment them, even minor offences. Most of all, they wondered how it would be to see their mother get tickled like that, whether she had a cute laugh or not. And with that, they began to get ideas...
Later that night, after their bedtime and after their mother had also retired to bed, the Brisby children began to put a plan into action. Very carefully, they tiptoed out of their beds and slowly made their way to where their mother slept. They noticed that she was sleeping peacefully, and hadn't yet noticed that her children were sneaking around. Even better, she seemed to be fairly spread out along her bed, which would make it easier for the kids to get her. Moving around carefully, the four kids took their agreed positions – Teresa near her mother's left foot, Martin on the right foot, Cynthia near her right arm and Timmy on her left. Slowly and gently, they lifted up small lengths of rope and began to wrap them around Mrs. Brisby, strapping them to the bed and restraining her arms and legs to it. When they were done tying her feet, the two older kids helped out their younger siblings with tying her arms to the bed, and finally they had the upper hand – Mrs. Brisby certainly wasn't going anywhere until her children freed her, and they wanted to have some fun first.
Noticing that she was stirring from her sleep, Teresa stood in front of her mother and awaited her to fully awaken. With her eyes half-open, Mrs. Brisby lifted her head up and noticed Teresa stood in front of her.
“...Huh? Oh, Teresa...what are you still up f....” Her enquiry is cut short by her sudden realisation that something wasn't quite right. She tried moving her arms in front of her...but the rope wouldn't let that happen. Her legs found themselves in a similar situation. “Oh dear! Someone has tied me up! Teresa, was there an intruder!? Help me out of these ropes!” At that point, the other three children moved in front of their mother aswell, and Teresa spoke.
“Looks like you can't get out of there, mom... we would let you out, buuuuut I think we want to do a little something first!” Teresa said, a smirk across her face, before she lifted up a small white feather, the same one that had been used on her siblings feet earlier, in front of her mother's face. Martin lifted a similar feather a few seconds later, followed by Cynthia and Timmy each lifting up one of the larger black feathers.
“Children! How dare you! If you don't let me out of here in 10 seconds you are all going to be in very big trouble indeed!” Brisby shouted, slightly panicked as she tried to tug on the ropes.
“I think it's you who is in trouble now mom!” Martin said as he walked to her side. Timmy walked to her other side and the two girls took position at her feet. This made Mrs. Brisby go wide-eyed and start to look genuinely nervous.
“I'm warning you children! You had betterahahahahahahahha!!!” Her threat was cut short by the feather being slid across her side by her eldest son, who giggled himself at his mother's reactions.
“Wow, you really are ticklish, mommy!” Timmy taunted her, before he put the feather against her belly and began to tickle it quickly. That made her begin to squirm, and her giggling became much louder on the brink of proper laughter. She was much more ticklish and sensitive than she had ever thought, especially on her belly, where the firm black feather was a real torment to her. She soon began laughing with an open mouth, her noises filling the whole room. The boys tickled her continuously for about 10 minutes, but then they stopped, and Timmy spoke up again. “You're cute when you laugh mommy! But since you always tickle our feet, its only fair we do it to you too!”
Mrs. Brisby looked even more panicked “No! No, children, leave Mommy's feet alone! Untie me and I promise I'll give you all treats tomorrow!”
“Don't worry about that, mom!” Teresa said, “This is enough of a treat for us!” She then slowly placed her feather against her mother's squirming foot, immediately resulting in loud hysterics.
“Hahahahaha-pleasehahahahaha staahahahhahapp tiihihihihickling mmeeeeeehehehehehe!!!” Their mother pleaded in a cute high-pitched tone, one that the children never thought they would hear their mother speaking in. A few minutes later, when the firm black feather Cynthia brandished was placed against her other foot, she was barely able to speak from the laughter. Her poor long feet were insanely soft and ticklish, and her toes wiggled wildly back and forth, even faster when the feathers slid between and around them. It was bad enough when they were simply stroking her soft soles. Soon, the feathers on her belly and side returned, and her whole ticklish body was being attacked by her own offspring. Blushing like crazy, her laughter rendered her unable to even plead, and she was incredibly humiliated by the situation she was in. After what felt to her like at least an hour, the children put a stop to their incessant feathering, leaving her belly and soles tingling.
Mrs. Brisby panted heavily and looked exhausted. “...OK...OK, children...fair enough...you've had the fun you deserve....I won't tickle you anymore as punishment...so can you please be good and untie me?”
“We're not done yet, mom!” Martin said, and as poor Mrs. Brisby started panicking again, the four children all picked up what looked like brushes and held them in front of her. “We've got bigger tools to try out!”
As she began to feel the bristles of the brushes on her side, belly and feet, Mrs. Brisby definitely decided that she would absolutely, definitely no longer use the tickle punishment on her kids....
