This choice: Wrestling hold - then tickled like a baby • Go Back...Chapter #6Wrestling hold - then tickled like a baby by: Unknown Before I knew it, my face was smothered in Joanne’s ample bust-line. She’d whirled me round so that she still had a grip on my wrist, only now my arm was bent behind my back while I faced her, and she brought me to the ground with ease, suffocating in tits. Once floored, Joanne quickly flipped her legs round so that she now knelt on my arms with the weight of her whole ass and hips on my face and shoulders. My lower body and legs were still free, and I was raising quite a fuss, desperate to get her off of me. While my body and legs were free, they were also totally vulnerable targets, and Joanne’s hands were free now.
In the amazingly short time it took for her to put me in the hold, Joanne was telling me, “Oh, no you don’t, little man! Ah-ah-ah! Don’t fight me. Down you go. Now, here’s what you need to know Dan-Dan. Not only am I NOT going to leave you alone, a large part of the reason your parents chose me as your sitter is because I know how to adjust the attitudes of spoiled little brats like yourself. As a matter of fact, I have a 100% success rate. Usually with the first visit. I’m going treat you like the little baby you still are all weekend, since you only seem to know how to act naughty.”
Of course, all of this infuriated me even more, and I was pitching a fit, squirming and kicking, desperate to get free of her legs pinning my upper body flat to the carpet. I could barely catch a breath with my face buried under her thighs and rear. Joanne easily weighed twice as much as me, and flail as I did, I was stuck like a bug under her. And then she started teasing and tickling me! “Isn’t that right? Dan-Dan is a naughty baby! Yes you are! Bad baby Dan-Dan is naughty! Yes he is!” in a cooing, baby-talk voice while she started tickling my body from my underarms down almost to my knees. I hate being tickled, and trapped under Joanne like that was too much. I went into hysterics while she continued to tease, “Oh dear! Is my naughty baby ticklish? Oh my! That’s a sure sign of a naughty little baby! I’m going to tickle the hi-jinks right out of you, Dan-Dan! Doesn’t that sound FUN? Uh-huh? Hee-Hee! Tickle-tickle-tickle!”
But I was decidedly NOT having fun. I was kicking around in laughter now, even though I could barely breathe, and my pajama top had slid down to my ribs. Joanne was taking full advantage, and tickled me with much zest all around my hips and tummy, sides and ribs, so that I was a giggling, chortling mess stuck under her.
In minutes I’d gone from fury at my mistreatment to abject pleas for her to stop. I was exhausted and hot underneath Joanne when…
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