Having had enough of her ribs for the moment, you decide to throw her off by going for a completely different area from the one you attacked first. Making use of her distracted, giggly, and slightly winded state, you get off of her body just long enough to slip your hands beneath her and flip her over so she’s lying face-down.
“H-Hey!” Amy yelps in surprise, though she has no chance to do anything else before finding herself pinned under your weight; this time being her ankles that are straddled and immobilized “What are you…planning to do to me now?!”
“Well, I think it is fairly obvious, my gear Amy! When I first asked if you were ticklish, you lied and said NO. While the little round I had with your ribs was only meant to disprove your claim…this is punishment so you think better of lying next time!” You nigh proclaim in glee, lifting your devious hands and moving them towards her subtly and sexily fidgeting soles; still clad in a pair of white, liner socks. In response to the statement, the girl’s eyes go wide in panic as she figures out what’s coming.
“W-Wait! You…You can’t m-mean! Please not that! Not my fffeeeeEEK! NOOOoohohohoho!”
A squeal of ticklish fright escapes her lips as soon as your fingertips come in contact with her arches and she quickly devolves into a giggling, squirming mess when the digits begin caressing the tender surfaces even if it’s done over the soft material of her cloth covering; giving you a good idea of just how deliciously ticklish her tootsies are.
“Eheheheheh! St-STOOHOHOP! Please! I’m sohohohorry I lieeeed! Mercyhihihihiii!” She begs, making you chuckle in amusement at how quick she was to do so. You’ve literally just started! There is no way you’re even slowing things down at this point!
“Tsktsktsk! Sorry, Ames, no can do!” You respond, to her dismay.
Minutes pass as you explore every inch of her helpless soles; giving a couple moments to each zone in order to learn which part(s) of her hyper-sensitive feet presents an even greater weak-spot. Heels, arches, insteps, balls, and the limited locations of her sock-clad toes you can properly test; they’re ALL efficiently tended to while the girl struggles futilely and her sweet, high-pitched giggles bless your ears.
After you deem a sufficient enough time has passed, you feel ready to move onto the next stage in tickling her lovable feet; which is, of course, to have them bared!
Still, the question of HOW you wanna go about it remains…
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