You can hardly believe she accepted it, but she did. Was she into tickling as much as you? Was she just desperate to learn? Who knows. Also who knows what happens for the rest of the day. You can't pay attention to any of your classes after art, all you can think about is your preparations for the evening. You have to start off slow, and then slowly work your intensity up. But you need some structure, so she doesn't feel like you're just tickling her however you want to.
By the time you get home, you have the perfect plan. All you have to work on now is the test. Once that's finished, you eat something, take a quick shower, and not long after that, Hana arrives. She's dressed plainly, wearing a pair of black leggings and a white t-shirt with some band's logo or something on it. You make her take off her shoes and socks before you start.
"You ready?" you ask her.
"I... I think so," she says, shyly.
"Did you study?"
"Uhm... I started, but one of my friend texted me, and I talked to her for a lot. So I didn't have time for everything. Do you really want to tickle me?"
"If you get a question wrong. That's how we can make sure you'll study next time. I know it sounds bad, but you're gonna thank me later, alright?"
"A.. are you sure this is the way? Maybe we can try it another time? When I have time to study?"
"Look, I'm not gonna force you to do it if you don't want to, but it feels like you'd find some other reason to not study for next time. I think it's best if we get over with the hard part today, and then you won't let yourself get distracted next time. Is that okay?"
"Uhm... yes. I think."
"Great. Shall we start?"
She nods, and you pull out your test.
"I'm gonna ask you 100 questions. If you get a question wrong, you'll be tickled for 30 seconds. You get another one wrong, you'll get one minute. Next one, two minutes. Next one, four, and so on. You get a toothpick after every time you get a question wrong, so we can keep track of them. We'll call those strikes. So every strike you have doubles the time."
"What happens if I get eight wrong?"
"You'll get eight strikes, and I'll tickle you for an hour and four minutes."
"I... I don't think I can do that. I'm really ticklish."
"I know. You have a way to avoid that. If you get a question wrong, you have a chance to remove a strike, instead of adding one. You have to draw one of these cards. These have the names of clothing items on them. Whatever you draw, you have to take it off. You can put it back after the next question."
She blushes as you mention stripping.
"Uhm... I'm shy."
"That's the point. If you don't want to strip, you get tickled. If you don't want to get tickled, you have to strip. If you don't want either, you get your answers right. Ready for the first question? What's the definition of a circle?"
It takes four questions for her to get one wrong. If she can keep up this ratio, she'll have to do 25 rounds of tickling or stripping. But you know that the questions will get harder, so she'll probably get far fewer right later on.
"Give me your feet," you say.
She does, nervously. You take them into your lap, and start the timer. You place your fingers right above her heel, and start moving up slowly, wiggling them over her sole.
"Hiihiihhhhihihhi," she giggles. She tries to get away, and you have to use your other hand to hold her feet in place.
"Stop wriggling this much, or I'll have to tie you down," you threaten.
You amp up your intensity, start skittering your fingers up and down her sole.
"Tickle, tickle," you tease, and drink in the sound of her now much louder laughter.
"Eeeeheeeheeehheeee..." she squeakes. "Stooop!"
"Still got ten seconds." You use them to get a taste of her other foot as well. But, all too soon, the timer goes off.
"How was it?" you ask. She's still smiling a bit from the tickling.
"It wasn't really bad," she admits. "But I'm ticklish."
"Yeah, you are. But I went easy on you for your first round, so keep that in mind. And the next time I'm gonna have a whole minute."
She gulps, probably just now grasping the weight of what she's gotten herself into. You look at her, tugging her feet under herself nervously. You're gonna have so much fun.
"Next question: what do you call a parallelogram whose adjacent sides are equilateral?"
"Uh- uhm... a deltoid?"
"No, that's a rhombus. It's one minute feet tickling for you, I'm afraid."
She gives you her feet timidly, you set the timer and get to work. This time, you have the experience, and know where to concentrate your attacks for maximum ticklishness: the soft flesh under her toes. You touch one finger to the smooth, sensitive skin there, and her feet immediately jerk away. So you use two fingers to firmly hold her big toes together, so she can't get away. You start dancing your nails along her skin.
You get an immediate reaction. "Hhhaaahaaaaaaaaahaaaaahhahaaaaa."
You continue in circles, trying to find her most sensitive spots. Then you switch to a full-on attack, wiggling your fingers over every fraction of an inch of skin, sometimes paying a quick visit to the other parts of her sole, down to her heel. She continues tittering, sometimes rising to a higher pitch when you find a particularly sensitive area.
Originally you planned to switch to her other feet at this point, but you decide to check one more area.
"Noooohhhhhhhhhoooohhhhhooooohohhhoooooo," she squeals, as a single finger digs right under her toe, where the soft ball of her foot meets it.
You found gold, so you're staying here. You examine each of her toes separately, digging your finger in her newfound tickle spots, making her squeal with laughter every time.
By the time the timer goes off, you think you've explored all her tickle spots in her feet. Of course, you're not out of ideas; if you have two whole minutes, you have a lot more options; maybe you could bring out some tools, or coat her feet in baby oil. Of course, she might not want to let you have her feet for another two minutes. We'll see, you think.
You have to wait a bit to see, because she gets three questions in a row correct. But then she gets the next one wrong. This is gonna be interesting.
"So you're ready for your two minutes?"
"No! I'm really ticklish, I don't think I can do two minutes."
"Then draw a card."
You spread out four cards in front of her. You can see her face as she does the maths and realizes that if there's four with an article on each of them, then that must mean leggings, top, and her underwear also. You wonder how she'd react if she lost her panties in the game.
"C- can't we just skip this?" she tries. But she doesn't just walk away, so you can probably convince her to continue.
"Look, if I give you allowances, that defeats the whole purpose. You only have to take it off for one round, then you can put it back on." Then you add, "You like video games?"
"Yes, I do."
"Great. I'm guessing you don't have many people to play with here. Tell you what: after each tutoring session, we can play. That way, you have something to look forward to. All you have to endure today is some tickling and a bit of embarrassment. And next time, if you study, not even that. So, do you draw a card, or should I tickle you?"
"I... I think I will draw a card," she says, averting her eyes.
You extend the cards towards her, and she picks one. She reads it.
"What did you get?"
She shows you. It says 'leggings'. She slowly stands up, and pushes her leggings down to her ankles. Her legs are long, lean, her skin is perfect. You also pay attention to her face: she's blushing, as she steps out of her leggings. She quickly sits back down, and pulls her knees in front of her, covering most of her bright blue panties.
"You're really shy," you observe, as you draw a mark on her card.
"My mother always said that I shouldn't show my underwear to boys. Why did you draw that?"
"It's a mark. It works the same as your strikes. Next time you strip and draw leggings, you'll have to keep them off for twice as long. I'm putting this now back in the deck; if you draw it again before you put it back on, we burn it, and you can't put your leggings back on for the whole time."
She blushes even harder. You guess she doesn't like the idea of being half-naked in front of you. She definitely doesn't like it as much as you do.
You pose your next question. You're actually surprised she gets that one wrong; you guess she's just so distracted being embarrassed that she doesn't pay attention. Either way, you don't mind. To no surprise at all, she doesn't want to strip again, especially that she might lose her leggings for good, so she chooses tickle. One minute of fun for you, you guess.
You hold out two cards to her.
"Should I pick?" she asks.
"Yes. Now that your leggings are off, there's nothing protecting your legs, or your feet. I might tickle either. You pick a card. So far, you didn't have to, because only your feet were uncovered."
You smile. You quite like this game design. The more she refuses stripping, the longer she'll be tickled, but every time she strips, she exposes herself not just to your eyes, but your tickles too. And every time she takes something off, she'll be partially nude longer and longer, because the item will get more and more marks. Eventually she'll lose some of her clothes permanently, and she will have to endure longer ticklings or strip down even further. And whatever she chooses, you get to tickle her, or look at her body, so you really can't lose.
Of course, you shouldn't get ahead of yourself. Just focus on the task at hand. For now, it's only a one minute tickle on her legs or her feet, whichever she draws. She picks a card and shows it to you.
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