Today I went to my niece’s graduation party. There were a number of small children at the party, and a good time was had by all. In particular, there was a incident in which one of the small children, Zackary, was being held down, and tickled by two adults. As they gave him a moment to breathe, another niece, Jessi said to her boyfriend Jason, who was one of the adults tickling him, along with her sister Kellie, that when it came to tickling, you must show no mercy.

Well, that got me to thinking about another child, who was very ticklish…my sister, Caryl. She was always quite a giggly kid. She had a laugh that was infectious, but it was not her laugh that really got my sisters and me laughing…it was the tickle torture!!! Caryl was so ticklish that it is something none of us will ever forget. After performing the tickle torture on Caryl several times, we had given the attack that name. And the name was fitting, because it truly was torture for her, but we did it in the spirit of fun.

Caryl had to be one of the most ticklish people in the entire world, and she would scream and kick and laugh, but it was so funny that we just couldn’t get enough of the tickle torture. We would all get in on it. We held her down and tickled her until tears rolled down her face and she was begging us to stop. I suppose that was mean of us, but it was just so funny…and she did survive it, after all.

And because my sisters and I were, horribly mean, we would often descend on Caryl without warning. She would start begging us not to even before we got started. But, it wasn’t our fault, it was Caryl’s, because she was so funny…and we were, after all, just kids.

As I said, Caryl did survive our torture, and has grown into a wonderful woman. She became a Respiratory Therapist and works in the Cardiopulmonary Department at Memorial Hospital of Carbon County. She still has a great sense of humor and yes, she is still very ticklish. I like to think my sisters and I played a small part in the lovely woman she became, but I seriously doubt if she would say that the woman she became was due to the tickle torture.

976 Responses to Tickle Torture

  • I laughed hard when I read this. My older brother would tickle me all the time and I was very ticklish.

    It was almost the same thing where he’d hold me and tickle my sides and such all the while I would be trying to fight away.

    I think that tickling helped bond us, and yes it was tickle torture but I survived to 🙂

    PS did she ever get even?

    • Hahahahaha!! It seems to be a sibling thing doesn’t it. And there is always one person who is the most ticklish!! No, she never got even…we could always turn it around to tickling her, lol!! 🙂

      • Lovely story, Caryn! I’m quite jealous of your sister. I would be delighted to be such a victim of tickle torture! 🙂

      • My sisters and I were just like yall. Our middle sister, there are seven of us, spent a good amount of her childhood pinned to the floor, and we would tickle her mercilessly! I’m the youngest, but not the most ticklish, so she got the honor of being the victim! My older sisters would each lay down over her arms, pinning them out to her sides, then two of us would hold down her legs and either tickle her feet, or just make sure she couldn’t kick while the other two worked her sides and underarms. She was DREADFULLY ticklish between her toes, so we’d usually finish her off with a couple minutes of that if we felt extra cruel. So freaking hilarious though…. I can still hear her laughing if I close my eyes haha!

        • It sounds like you and your sisters would get along just great with me and mine.

        • from about the time when I was about 4 until I was 12, my older sister would do that to me as well. being forced to smell her feet was bad not Near as bad as being foot tickled. she’s 9 years older than I am, so it was never even a match. I always had to do as she said or I’d “suffer”!

      • Hahaha! I loved your story caryn. Which one of your sisters would you say was the best tickler, and why?

        • Probably me. I was the ruthless one.

          • When my sisters used to torture me, they’d say things like “Diana, we’re gonna tickle you to death!” and as I begged stop they’d tell me “never, we are never STOPPING”… Of course they would but it definitely had it’s EFFECT. Did you tease Caryl in that way, getting into her head as well as tickling her?

          • Absolutely. That was half the fun!!

          • What would you say to her? My sisters would also just tickle the air right above where they were gonna get me, and I would squeeze my eyes tight in anticipation, then look and they’d still be tickling without actually making contact, so when they did it was like an explosion of laughter lol

          • No you were the worst because your fingernails usually hurt more than tickled.

          • Only if you struggled. lol

      • I myself was a victim of tickle torture growing up haha! MY older sisters teamed up on mE constantly, and i always had to keep my guard up if i wanted a chance to run and lock myself in the bathroom. Even then they would stand outside the door taunting me, telling me how bad i was gonna get it when i came out, and they’d scratch the door with their Nails, while i would yell for help! but my mom would just laugh and they’d tell her we were Just playing, Then i would come out when the coast sounded clear, only to be ambushed and carried to ouR room then pinned down and AS they laughed hysterically, they would take turns tickling me until i was beet red froM lAughing myself tO death. They were experts though…once they had you pinned down There was no chance oF escape.

      • I really liked reading every one of These comments, as they made me reflect back 20 years ago or so, When my sisters And i would team up on our next door neighbors, two sisters who were horribly tIcklish. ThE oldest one, raquel had very sensitive ribS, and we would tackle her, get her arms dOwn, and tickle her breathless, and she would yell for her younger sister Zannia to come help her. Only problem with that was zannia was the more ticklish of the two, so as She rushed in to rescue her big sis, she set herself up for failure, she was the one We truly wanted to get lol. She charged in and wOuld try to push off one, only to be surrounded By five. Raquel would get up, catching her breath and leave her Sister to fend for herself. And zannia is one of those people you can “air tickle” so as shes pinned you wiggle your Fingers near her, she would go bananas. Then when we actually made contact, she was a gOner. So much fUn!!!!

        • The comments have been amazing. I never expected this story to get that many comments. There are a lot of people out there who like to tickle. Hahahaha!!

      • My tale of “tickle torture” was both scary as a child and funny. I am the youngest of four sisters, and they, being evil older siblings, would tell me that sometimes at night, my oldest sister Dana, would transform into THE TICKLE MONSTER! She would play it out like she was literally turning into a monster, and talk with a deep voice as if she was possessed lol! She would tell the other girls “HOLD HER DOWN…the TICKLE MONSTER IS HUNGRY, AND ONLY FEEDS ON LAUGHTER….” I would get up and try to flee but there was no escape. The others pinned me and Dana would tickle and tickle until i turned blue, begging for mercy, until she would transform back to normal. Of course as i grew a little i realized it was them just being mean, and to this day she will still try to talk the others into holding me down for her tickle anusement. I hate being so freaking ticklish.

      • One of my favorite things to do is lead my sisters on a tickling attack against our mother! I know you said Caryl was one of the most ticklish people in the world, but if thats the case my mom is probably tied with her or maybe even more so! The bottoms of her feet=death, but anywhere will get her laughing hysterically. The feet cause silent, turning red, tearful belly laughs though so thats MY spot. We will surround her, then i will say something to let the others know we are fixing to get her, like “I am in the mood for some giggles…” Of course she immediately picks uo on it, and realizes she has nowhere to go, so she just starts with the begging right off the bat. “No! You will not do that to your mother! I said no haha! No get away i mean it don’t even start!” We close in, and take her to the ground gently, then two of the girls will grip her feet in a lock under their arms. One will kneel on her arms pinning them to the floor then its over. I will slowly pull the tips of her socks as she scrunches her toes trying to keep them on lol! Its all part of the headgame though. After they come off she is already worn out before being tickled, so the actual torture is almost cruel as she can’t put up a struggle so she just laughs and laughs until we are content she has had enough. I also have acrylic nails like most of you have said, and i will vouch, no better tool out there for tickling feet! Lol!

      • Hello Caryn. I have a question i have not seen asked. What would Caryl say to yoy all AFTER the tickling stopped? And was there ever a time you recall you and the gang released her to think she was safe only to immediately attack her again?

    • Caryn, i really enjoyed all these memories Of tickle torture. Do you remember the very first time you and your sisters used the tickle torture? BesIdes sOmeone knowing how ticklish caryl was, what lead to that first occurance? And after you and your sisters had her pinned down and she was begging already before you Girls started what would you all do? Like wiggle your fingers At her, tell her what was about to happen, ect?

    • I like to be tickling

  • LOL. Yes definitely a sibling thing, and like her, I was always the most ticklish 🙂

    And Caryn you mentioned how you would descend on her without warning. My quick funny story was once when my brother said “Let’s play hostage.” And when replied how you play that, he said sit down in the chair while I get some rope. What do you think happened? LOL. As put by you I survived after my socks were put back on, lol.

    As mentioned, I think that shows closeness and bonding by siblings.

    • Cute stories! I’m also the most ticklish of my siblings and got it bad. They’d pry my shoes and socks off and tickle my feet until i screamed ??

  • Oh my gosh this story is hilarious…I can totally relate to Caryl. Where was she most ticklish? My feet are extremely sensitive, and my sisters were always devising a plan to trap me so I’d be helpless and just tickle me to near death haha! Once they wrapped me in a rug, saying they were making a burrito. As soon as I couldn’t escape, they started giggling, and taking off my shoes and socks as I begged them not to…LOL it was mean but also in fun like you said.

    • Caryl was ticklish everywhere, but her ribs were the worst. We had such a great time torturing her, lol. We all have varying degrees od ticklishness, so some of the brothers-in-law and nephews have paid us back some, but nothing like what we did to Caryl. Hahahahahaha!! I can still see it!!!

      • Ribs are a tricky spot to tickle….you really have to know what you are doing so you get the reaction you want without hurting them.

        • Exactly right and with my fingernails, which were always long, I could really bring on the pain if I wasn’t careful. Feet are amazing though!!

          • Feet are like the universal tickle spot. You see someone held down being tickled on their side’s, they are laughing, trying to struggle. Then someone starts the foot tickling, and it’s like a crazed trapped animal trying to escape HAHAHA! It’s funny how different parts of the foot can be more ticklish than others on different people….does that make sense? Like oneperson is really ticklish between the toes, one right in the middle…

          • Oh I know, and really the whole body is like that. I have one spot on my abdomen that is horribly ticklish!!! And it’s only a spot about 2 inches square…thankfully!!!

          • I’ve also got long nails, and they absolutely glide over the bottoms of feet like butter. My sister’s and I (there are 6 of us) teamed up on my cousin just days ago. She is 34 years young, but just as ticklish as when she was a kid, although it is hysterical watching a grown woman with kids of her own flop around and lose her mind over tickles. We were pretty extreme, and she shed a few tears but they were tears of laughter.

          • You sound a devious as me and my sisters, lol!!

          • I’ve always been very, very ticklish, and very good at keeping that hidden from most people. But last year, my three daughters have discovered my secret, and will talk my husband into pinning me down so they can do the “tickle torture” to me! They found nothing makes me laugh harder than my feet being tickled, which is absolutely MURDER to me. But I’m outnumbered and with a 250 pound man holding my arms down all I can do is scream and beg for mercy. Once they were getting me and I guess I laughed so loud someone called the cops out thinking something was wrong!

          • You’re family sounds like the ultimate tickle torture bunch!! I hope you forgive them in the end. They really can’t help themselves, you know.

          • Fingernails ARE the ultimate foot tickling tool, but when mine have been shorter, I’ve used a bristle brush with almost as good result lol!

          • Holy cow i can attest to that! My feet are probably the most ticklish feet on the planet, and long nails real or faKe Are My worst tickle Nightmare. If i see a woman with Nails all i Can tHink is how badly it would tickle! Thanks sisters lol!

          • Caryn, lets say you are gonna start in on SOme ticklish feetsies, but your victim is trying to hold in their laughter….what Would you say or do to break the floodgates open?

          • I’ve never had a victim who could hold back for very long. No work needed to open the floodgates. The screaming started before the tickling did.

          • Oh I have very ticklish feet and can hold it back…as long as my socks are on… 😉

          • Sometimes a little protection is all you need, lol!!

          • Except skilled ticklers will always remove those socks! 😉

      • WhaT are your thoughts on ticklish underarms? ThaTs easily my favorite place to attack, as you can Watch your victims facial reactions, and the lightest touches can get good reactions.

        • I completely agree. It is by far my favorite.

          • I am the youngest sister in my faMily, and so ticklish its insane. ESPECIALLY my underarms. ANd after discovering this fact my brothers would hold my arms up high above my head, while my older sister cassandra would sTraddle my waist, she would place her hands just to the sides of my underarms and take her thumbs, with fake nails includEd, and put the tip riGht in the center, then waiT. I would go bonkers laughing my head off, begging her to stop, telling her “Move your hands away! Get your Thumb out of there!” And she would just watch me turning red as a tomato smiling down at Me until i Could barely get a word out. THEN the reAl fun started, as she would start drawing circles under my arms as fast as she could, using only one nail on each SIde. She would let me have it for at leaSt a minute straight, give me a Few seconds to catch my breath, although i would still be a giggle bOx because she wouldnt quite remove her hands, then she would go again. My sTomach wOuld be so sore from laughter, it felt like i did 100 situps aFter. Worst. Torture. Ever!!!

          • You sound just like my sister, Caryl. I hate to say this, but my sisters and I would have had a really good time tickling you!!

          • Jusy DONT GO for the underarms!!! I simply can not bear it. I am so paranoid of being tickled even watching a movie or show that has a woman with her arms tied up or handcUffed above their head Starts to make me anxious haha! Like all i can think about is “Find a way to get those arms Down before someone gets an idea in their head. A good majority of posters here would leave these daMsels in stitches laugHing!!

          • Hahahahaha!! For me the feet and knees are my go crazy and kick points. When people even look like they are going to go for it, I warn them that I kick.

          • But the worst part about it is even though i said DONT GO FOR UNDER MY ARMS!!! thats exactly where you would most likely tickle! Once you saw the reaction just putting wiggling fingers near them produced anything else would be disappointing lol! It is soooo cruel yet like my sister would say if it was that bad you would not be laughing, right?

    • Oh my God my cousins did that same exact thing to me! I was probably around 17 or so, but my two younger cousins I was watching asked me to lay down on a blanket, arms to my sides. They rolled me up end over end, with my head sticking out. Then they dug through the bottom end until they found my feet, and I swear to God I was tickled for what felt like a half hour, just begging for them to stop. After they let me go, I had to crawl to my room lol….

      • I think there are a lot of diabolical ticklers in this world, hahahahaha!!

        • Seriously! I myself was traumatized with tickling as a teenager. So much that I was scared of tickling someone else in fear of retaliation.

          • Oh I’m sorry you were traumatized. I guess we never went so far that Caryl was traumatized.

  • Tickling someone to death is always fun….it’s just being tickled that is unbearable. I’m a non-stop laugher when I’m tickled….until it goes silent Ha! Seriously they wouldn’t even have to touch me, I’d be a giggling mess if I knew it was coming. Then when you feel those fingernails on your feet, forget it. Such a strange phenomenon….

  • Holy moly…I feel bad for your sister hahahaha! I am so ticklish I can not even watch someone get tickled, because I start smiling until my face hurts. How would you guys tickle torture her? I mean obviously by tickling, but it sounds like you had a system in place lol.

    • There were 4 of us. We just held her down. She didn’t have a chance. We probably tickled her for several minutes, before we finally took pity on her.

      • What was yalls most effective set up? Like, after doing it a few times, did you pretty much have a system of knowing who would hold her arms down, since I’m sure the youngest wasn’t strong enough lol…and which was your usual delegated role?

        • Oh no, we were never that organized. We just pounced on her and went after it.

        • valerie 17 i loved how your stepsister tickled he daylights out you…i love that type of merciless tickling she gave and didnt care if you could take it or not :)…she ever get your feet very bad?

      • When you ladies “held her down”….did like one person just grab her wrist and pull her arms up and someone grab her legs? Or did y’all lay over her arms, freeing up more hands to tickle her with? I’ve been subjected to lots of tickling in my family as well….I’m twenty three, and only 4′ 9”, so I’m pretty easy to pin, even by my nieces who are like 12 lol!

  • Omgee….I am not really ticklish myself, but I also have a middle sister we would gang up on to tickle. We called it Kitchie Kookoo, cause she went nuts bwahahaha! Her “tickle spot” was her armpits, so two of my sister’s held her arms up, one sat on her legs, and two of us would just wiggle our fingers like an inch away until she begged mercy, then we would strike. She would be howling with laughter! We tickled until she was blue from laughing so hard. Tickling is seriously the best thing ever, evil but so funny.

    • Oh my gosh!! You guys sound just like we were. Hahahahaha!! I’ll never forget those moments as long as I live. I’ll bet you family won’t either. 😀

      • Oh my God I so hate being tickled under my arms as a kid .(still do) It tickles so Incredibly bad . Its my absolute worst spot ever . My older brothers always thought it was funny to torture me there for revenge . If I got them in trouble they always paid me back by tickling me under my arms . I hated it with a pure passion . One would hold my arm above my head (mind u they always went for the same arm ) while the other with one finger would stroke back and forth ever so lightly , barely touching under my arm . Oh my stars it tickled so so bad , all I could do was scream . then my laughing would go silent within seconds . It was so horrible . When he would finally STOPPED for me to catch my breath , I would beg them to stop . Of course they ignored me and continued on . When he would start again it would be ten times WORSE . Like the tickle sensation intensified more strongly . They both would sit there with grins on there FACEs watching my teary eyes bug out . I was in pure t ticklish agony . Being tortured like that TICKLES extremely , terribly bad . I HATe it . I hate I HATe it .

    • i would often talk my brother into using a similar tactic on ouR younger sister. We would take turns holding her arms above her head while the other would attack her armpits. She had the funniest laugh and was so ticklish there! We tickled her armpits non-stop to see how long before lost her breath and her laughter went silent haha! Then we would stop almost long enough for her to catch her breath before we started up again. Hahaha that way We could keep thE torture cycle going much longer before showing mercy lol!

  • Oh of course not ha….we were absolutely merciless. And my poor mom would try to step in, then we would wiggle our fingers and threaten to tickle her instead…she would giggle and say “Sorry Kelsey, you are on your own!” Downright bullies…but all good kids otherwise LOL. We liked to tease Kels a lot when we tickled….ya know “kitchie kitchie….tickle tickle tickle”. It seemed to make her laugh so much harder. Did you guys use taunts like that?

    • Absolutely!! It even go to where she knew she was in trouble by the way we looked at her!!

      • My sister was the same way. It was like she had a sense that told her what we were plotting, and of course if she looked at me I couldn’t help but smirk or giggle, and it was a dead giveaway ha!

        • Oh, I know. They knew they were in deep trouble…just by the looks!!

          • I had a step sister that would tickle the everloving DAYLIGHTS out of me. She is actually three years younger, but was bigger than I was in both height and weight Lololol, so it was nothing for her to sit on me and pin my arms to my sides with her knees. Not to mention she is about as ticklish as a rock. But asI laid on my back struggling, she would wiggle her two index fingers as she closed in on my armpits, then worm them in there until I turned purple laughing and speaking tongues trying to reason with her. I was so helpless, andwhat was funnier was she would do it soooo casually, like be watching TV, as I’m fighting for air begging, and when I’d finally get out a STOP, PLEASE! she would just shake her head no, still watching her show HAHA. I’m still afraid of lounging around in her presence.  

          • Part of that sounds like my sisters and me, but we weren’t cruel. Caryl still gets it once in a while, and she is still a good sport about it.

  • What was your favorite “technique” or most effective? Kelsey would just die when we just barely touched her, super light but just kind of spidered our fingers under her arms.

    • I always went in for the full on torture method…no holding back, no easy strokes, of course, I had to be a little bit careful, because my fingernails were always long. Mom couldn’t keep them short, because they grew too fast.

      • I LOVED getting Judith under her arms. It is such a ticklish spot for her, and it’sabsolutely torturous when you have little fingers dancing around and all you want to do is pull your arms down but you can’t! I would just wiggle my fingers there, or gently kind of push down and move back and forth really fast.

  • Long nails are the best for tickling though! Especially on some bare feet….

    • Oh definitely!!

      • My mother’s nails were also always long, and she’d always end up down at my feet during family tickle fights or just everyone picking on me, and I’m not even lying….I would laugh sooo hard I couldn’t breathe…just convulse and twitch and try to gasp for air shaking my head no back and forth, then I’d draw a breath and waste it all in a loud laughing scream….they were mean to me hahaha!

    • I’m an enormous fan of tickling, and I’m madly in love with your descriptions/questions of all things tickling! I hope you’ve found new victims over the years!

      • I can’t imagine wanting to be the victim of the tickle torture Alan, but our family loves to be the ones to inflict the torture. We have all been the victim, including me. All I can say is that the one who goes after me had better be prepared to hang on to my feet, because when I’m tickled, I kick, not in a mean way of course, it’s just the knee jerk reaction. Hahahaha!!!

        My grandson, Caalab has no problem in that department, and tickles me every time he gets the chance.

    • This is true! Two of my girls get their nails done, and dear Jesus, when they are tickling my feet I want to leap off the floor!

  • Describe your most vivid memory of the “tickle torture” in detail.

    • They were all about the same, 4 girls holding down one girl, and tickling until she could hardly breath, and her begging us to stop the whole time, lol!!

      • Caryn I love your story so much but I really want to see your beautiful bare feet id tickle you silly my best tickling metod is my tounge between your toes licking and sucking text me back please 6363283524

  • Eeeeeeeek TORTURE! I only had one sibling who would torment me….but it seems like every time he tried he got hurt. Bloody noses, bruises, I fight like crazy lol. I can’t imagine FOUR people after me….would ALL of you tickle her at once, or just one tickler and the rest, holders I guess lol? I would freakin pee in like 10 seconds!!!

    • Hahaha!! It would depend on how much fight we got out of her. The only objective was to tickle…not who got it done. Teamwork!! lol

      • Oh my haha! Did the gang ever get her pinned well enough that all of you could tickle at once? My Lord, no WONDER y’all called it the tickle TORTURE.

      • Same with us…. We’d take turns where we tickled, but it was always funny when I’d be the rib tickler, because I’m like five years younger than her and was much smaller so without the team I never would be able to tickle her myself, but when my tiny hands got to tickling, she would howl like a hyena with laughter.

      • Yes I agree you should have for sure designated tickle zones to each sister…. An all out attack on the ribs, feet, underarms… She’d have been done in seconds.

  • Hahahaha! Like a mission….”ok, you go in, and hold her rightand you go in for her left arm. I’m going to tickle her sides, you get her feet.” Sounds like you were the ringleader LOL!

  • All of these stories are flippin hilarious….they take me back to my own tickle tortured years ha! I had a couple of sisters who found great entertainment in tickling me till I swear I was going to take my last breath. They really were RUTHLESS….I know most of yall say it was in fun but Jesus I’d be a drooling, laughing, crying puddle and then they MIGHT stop haha! They loved to each wrap their TWO legs around one of mine so each one had a foot at their mercy….of course I’d start yelling and asking for ANYONE to come help me, usually falling on deaf ears. Then they would hold back my toes, so I couldn’t scrunch them up or move at all. Then they would start talking to each other just so I could hear them….”you know what I love doing to a trapped foot Lauren? Ohhhh look what we found…TWO trapped feet….wonder if their ticklish?” All the while, I’m already freakin laughing like a crazy woman. Then they each would take one finger, and just slowly and gently start to poke the bottoms of my feet in different places…slowly building up speed until it turned into an all out tickle assault!! I’d claw and pull on furniture, anything but I was pretty much at their mercy until they got bored….I DO have a pretty damn funny laugh, so I can see what they got out of it but my lord I can’t stand being tickled now because of them haha!

    • oh my gosh!!! I laughed and laughed at this. Yes, holding back the toes…we did that too, awesome!! Sometimes I wonder why our sister still talks to us, hahahahahahaha!!!!!! 😀

      • My sisters would also do this to me, making sure i couldnt move an inch after i was Trapped. They would just Push against my toes with the palm of one hand, and use their nails, a brush, a fork! Anything with a nice point, thAt they could scratch vEry fast with was a weapon hahaha!

      • I would not even have to bother holding back her toes lol. I would just move to another spot on her feet and she would unscrunch them then back to the middle, then heels, then right under the toes. Just searching for that spot that would get that breathless laughter.

  • Oh I’m telling ya….it was absolute agony. One time, they even got a pair of those cheap metal toy handcuffs on me, so I was totally stuck. I ran for my life but they cornered me in the living room. They have a little release lever on the side, but try doing that with both feet being tickled at the same time….impossible!

  • When is the last time you guys used the “tickle torture”? You are never too old for a good tickling!

  • Hahaha! Sounds like my family! How often would you and your sisters tickle Caryl?

    • As often as possible, but at lease a couple of times a week, lol!!

      • Hahaha that sounds so familiar! For years my two brothers and I would always hold down our youngest sister Katie and tickle her silly every chance we got! Sometimes every day! She eventually learned not to bother us or it would result in endless minutes of tickle torture until we felt she had learned her lesson lol. I suppose we should have gone easier on her but she was SO ridiculously ticklish it was just too much fun!! Haha! She would cry from laughing so hard within a couple minutes but we never stopped until we felt satisfied 😉 how long was the longest you tickled Caryl for?

        • Hahahahahaha!! Poor Katie!! I don’t recall the length of time, but probably 5 minutes or so. After that she couldn’t breathe!!

          • You were more merciful than we were lol. We had so much fun tickling Katie we would sometimes get carried away and go for 20 or 30 minutes hahaha!!! Watching her struggle and try to escape our torture was just too entertaining! But like you said, she did survive and we never let her pass out 🙂 And we are all still very close to this day!

  • Holy smokes….tickling is the worst torture ever!!! When you guys would start in on Caryl, how would she react? Like me for example, I try to hold out without laughing as long as I can in the hope that they will think I’m not ticklish at all….but I can’t last more than a minute before you hear little snickers, then game over, it’s hysterical laughing!

    • Oh no!! She couldn’t hold out for even a second. We knew her too well, and there was no sense in trying to hide it. Besides that, she could almost feel the tickling before we started. She knew she was sunk, before we even started. 😀

      • LOLOL! Eeeeeek…just reading about it I can almost feel it….was she a big laugher when tickled, or a screamer? I love tickling someone with a musical giggle, but those ear piercing screamers tend to not be fun for long haha.

      • My mother would definitely try not to laugh as long as she could while yelling at the instigator. But we all knew she would break if you were determined, and once you heard that little giggling sound at the end of her breath, she was a goner.

      • How funny! I think it’s so dang hilarious when you and your gang are just getting prepared for a good tickling, making sure they can’t escape or injure someone, and they can “feel” the tickling before it even happens. Like why are you laughing we haven’t even touched you….yet!

      • I would TRY not to start laughing too but it’s useless if they know you are ticklish….like they aren’t going to stop until they get you going, but I’d do like Caryl and beg/giggle/plead. I’d be yelling stop, with a big ole smile but who’s gonna take you seriously?

      • I would try to hold in my giggling, just for the simple reason that i didnt want them to win! And Also once i started i couldnt stop laughing until they stopped tickling, which meant i was going to have a sore stomach.

        • Cassie, I’m sorry to say this, but I had to laugh at your story. I couldn’t help myself. I can totally see how your sisters had a great time. 🙂

      • Exactly this. When you are going to get a really ticklish person the laughing is already starting before you touch them. They know they are going to get it no matter what.

  • Omg! These stories are too funny! Caryl must have a good sense of humor to put up with all that tickling! Hahaha How old was she when you started tickle torturing her? And when did you stop?

  • My fiance is extremely ticklish herself, and while I get her pretty good every once in a while, I always think how hilarious it would be to get a group to gang up and pin her down to tickle her silly. Her feet are the worst, but she puts up quite a fight for one person to be able to tickle adequately. She seems to laugh harder at just the threat of being tickled than the act itself. She has four daughters and I always tell her I’m gonna get them to help me and she just goes crazy laughing! I haven’t done it yet but after reading all of these stories I think it must be done mwahahaha!

    • Oh, I agree!! Nothing is more fun that getting a gang together to tickle the poor ticklish one. It gives you kind of a wicked sense of accomplishment!! And just think, her daughters would finally get one over on their mom…and there would be nothing she could do about it, You simply must do it!!! 🙂

  • Mission accomplished! Me and the girls just tickled my poor soon to be bride to death….or as close as tickling can bring you. I already had it planned out with the kids, so as she was laying on her stomach on the bed watching tv, I casually walked in, sat on her back, and started rubbing her shoulders. After a couple minutes, I asked her “Ranea, what time is it?” She said I dunno why….I said I think it’s tickle time….”It’s what?” She asked confused…that was the signal, and the girls barged in. I held her to the bed while two went right for her feet, and the other two grabbed her wrist and pulled her arms up, so I handled the rib tickling….I have never heard laughter like that in my life! We got her for a solid ten minutes at least….it seemed like forever though. After we finally let her go, her abs were sore and she lost her voice, so next time maybe we go easier….naaaaaaaah! It’s tickle TORTURE for a reason right?

    • Hahahahahahahaha!!!! That’s amazing!!! I’ll bet the girls had a great time too. Hahahahahahaha!! Thanks for a great laugh this morning!!! 🙂

  • I LOVED tickling my sister when we were younger! She is so ticklish if you just pretend to tickle her she gets the giggles so bad….you just wiggle your fingers in the air while she is pinned and it’s “pffffhaha…. Hahahae…HAHAHAAAAAA!” The worst I ever got her was once she dropped something under my parents bed. I walked by the room, and saw two bare feet sticking out, so I did what any of us would do….sat on her ankles, and listened to a mix of pleas and uncontrollable laughter, then I started counting down from five, tickling the air as my fingers descended to the bottoms of her feet. I maybe got a good four minutes in, before she turned to Superwoman and almost lifted the bed off of herself! It scared me enough to stop haha!

    • It would seem that there were quite a few of us tickle torture monsters out there. Your sister must have been tickled enough to know that just the threat was a warming of what was coming. Lol

  • Wow…. every one of these stories tickled me haha…I can totally feel for Caryl, I would snitch on my own mom if tickling was brought into play. What would you girls say to Caryl as she was pinned down? She should have scared the two youngest into not following y’all hahaha! One vs two is better odds.

    • Also my tickling story…my sister’s and my mom even to this day love to tickle me…when I get to laughing too hard, I have a snort, which they think is hilarious. I was maybe 20, at Thanksgiving at mom’s, and of course as an adult the last thing you expect is getting held down and tickled. So I’m sitting on the chair watching the game, when they all come in the living room giggling to each other. I’m like what’s so funny…then my sister Priscilla says GET HER! They dragged me to the floor, pinned me to the carpet, and I was seriously tickled for what seemed like eternity, until I peed myself from laughing! I was embarrassed, but at the same time couldn’t be mad….they probably would have done it again if I was lol.

    • She did nothing be scream!! And the two youngest…were instigators as much as participants, lol!!!

      • No what would y’all say to HER lol…before the tickle torture actually began, after y’all have her pinned down. I imagine it would be any last words hahaha!

        • Hahahahahaha!!! No, we didn’t take the time for words. They were unnecessary!! Hahahahahaha!!!

          • The taunting makes it soooo much worse! When you are held down, and the group starts in on the “tickle tickle tickle! Are you ticklish? Gootchie goo!” talk, I just laugh myself stupid, because I already KNOW I’m fixing to get a serious case of the giggles, and the tickling isgoing to hit any second.

          • The perfect victim!!

          • I agree….you totally should try the teasing “tickle tickle! Who’s ticklish?” Bit….you would be amazed how it amplifies the effect!

      • How would you and your other sisters decide it was time for tickle torture? Like what set it off?

        • Boredom would often set it off, and then it was just one person looking at the others, and off we’d go.

          • Haha i was the same way with my sister! There were many days during the summer break where my brother and i decided to pass some time simply by tickling our sister. As long as we gave her a quick break to catch her breath every minute or so, we could keep the torture going on and on! Caryn, did you ever give caryl a quick break just so you could keep tickling her?

          • Hahaha!!! A great pastime!! 🙂

  • Ohhhh man! These stories sound so farmiliar to my own childhood! I was the youngest of four and of course had to be the most ticklish. Whenever my parents went out, my three older siblings would at some point always end up with me pinned down with my arms above my head, tickling the crap out of my armpits and feet until I thought I would die! I would be crying and laughing histerically, begging them to stop but without mercy! Very often I wet myself from laughing too hard haha! After that they would usually give me a break to go change but then would always start up again! Absolute torture for me but nothing you can do about it as the youngest lol!

    • Hahaha!! Sounds like your life was like my sister’s, lol!!!

    • I would love to be tickled by more than one one for my feet and one to hold me down and one to tickle my legs are the worst i remember i got tickled for at least ten mins it was fun but awful i would love to get tickled again

      • Wow. 10 min is a very long time when being tickled. I WOULD have loved to have you living in my neighborhood. Lol

  • Tickling is soooooo strange to me….the thought that someone can be reduced to helpless, endless laughter just by light touches boggles my mind. I’m sure any time Caryl is around all of her siblings now her guard is up, ready to fight bwaha. Can you imagine if all these tickle monsters were in on it? Tickle tickle tickle Caryl LOL!

    • We have lightened up on things as time has gone by, so she feels relatively safe these days, but she was without doubt the most ticklish person I have ever met, lol.

  • I absolutely LOVE tickling others and hearing them plead while hysterically laughing….I don’t have any siblings myself, but my friends over the years have learned I’m not the one to mess with when it comes to tickling. I’m not ticklish at all myself, but let me find out someone at a party or gathering is very ticklish, and I just cannot help myself. I will get a group of devilish individuals like myself to pin you down, and then I’d make them tell me where they are most ticklish, with the threat of a far worse torture if they don’t mwaha. And I’m very skilled in the art of foot tickling, or so I’ve been told….I’ve got nice long manicured nails which are deadly on the right pair of feet. But I LOVE it when I’m tickling away and they try talking and can’t even form a sentence….that is truly ticklish lol!

    • Hahahahaha!! You would have fit quite nicely in with my sisters and me!!

      • Oh I for sure would have! I’m not an evil person lol just to be in control of someone’s laughter is such a powerful feeling bwahahaha! It sounds crazy, and the friends I’ve tickled to tears have told me I don’t know what it’s like, it’s torture, ect…it can’t be that bad or you wouldn’t laugh yourself silly right? I still to this day love tickling, mainly women though because I like their laughs better, and they mostly have pretty soft little feet, which are begging to be tickled. The BEST part is when they are held down, they know what’s coming, already begging like you said. Then I nonchalantly move down toward their feet, then slowly remove each shoe, one at a time, watching them go crazy with anticipation, struggling to no use. Like many of you have said you start laughing before it even comes. Oh my gosh what a rush! I sound insane but I’m not I swear haha!

        • Your sound so much like me and my sisters. Hahahahahaha!!!!!

          • Wouldn’t you do the same thing though? If you’ve got a very ticklish defenseless pair of feet that justhappened to be held down, there is only one thing to do at that moment….kitchie kitchie kooooooo!

          • Absolutely!! No doubt about it!!

        • Wow Helena you sound like a true tickle master!! What’s the longest you’ve ever tickled someone with them not even able to talk? Surprised your friends still hang around you! LOL

    • Wow Helena you sound like a true tickle monster hahaha! Or, as I would say, my worst nightmare. I get so uncomfortable usually around tickling, even in conversation I start getting nervous, that someone is going to ask “is Tiffany ticklish?” It doesn’t matter what you say, people are going to try regardless. I just die when being “tickle tortured”….

    • Actually this last Friday I was at a young cousins Sweet 16 party, and afterwards at her mother’s house, she was a little upset over something that happened earlier in the day. Her mother nudged me and winked then said “Gloria, if you do not lighten up and get in a better mood really quick, I’m gonna get the guys to hold you down for us, and Cynthia and I are going to tickle your feet.” She shot up from where she sat and ran to her room as we chased her, laughing the whole way. She locked herself in until we promised we would not tickle her. When she surfaced we tackled her, then got her sisters to tickle her instead of us hahahahaha! We didn’t lie about it…

    • I would love to experience your foot tickling skills though I am sure I would go crazy in the process! LOL

  • Where is your favorite spot to tickle? And what is your preferred method?????

    • Feet and ribs. I like the big full fingernail tickle. Nothing soft.

      • Me too! Like Lisa said, I love holding back the toes, then gently scratching away right underneath them, or just above the heel… then occasionally dragging all of my nails the entire length of the foot. Just watching the foot try to twist and turn away, but with a good hold its useless. If you could choose any famous woman to be held down and tickled by you and the gang, who would you pick and why?

      • What do you enjoy most about foot tickling? And if you had to rate yourself as a “tickler” on a 1 to 10 scale, what would you be? 🙂

        • Probably the fact that you don’t have to work very hard to really get them going. I think I’m easily a 9, with my only drawback being that I have long nails that are mine, and quite sharp. I could easily hurt someone.

          • I do enjoy some ticklish feet too, but they better be restrained so there is no kicking! I’vebeen knocked silly a couple of times lol!

          • Feet, knees, and kicking…a lethal combination, lol!!

          • Heck no you don’t. One of my favorite techniques, that works wonders, is to just simply get your victim worked up, knowing the tickling is coming, then take your firm grip on the foot, and just place your nails right on the bottom of the foot. Don’t move them, just apply slight pressure with your nails, sit back and watch. Then after you’ve giggled enough yourself, start the real fun and go off.

          • My favorite thing about foot tickling is after you have them pinned down, and helpless on their back or stomach, there is really nothing they can do to stop it. That and from experience feet seem to be most people’s most ticklish spot, that they protect less because of their shoes or whatnot and it makes them feel safe. They aren’t hard to remove though lol.

  • No problem….I was asking if you could choose any female celebrity or famous person to be held down completely helpless while you just tickled away, who would you pick and why? And how long would you tickle?

    • Oh, that’s a tough one. I would have to say Pauley Perrette from NCIS, because she seems just crazy enough to enjoy it, but I wouldn’t tickle long, because I think she could hurt you if she wanted to.

      • Good choice! Hmmmm….I’d have to say…Shania Twain, she has a great laugh. Once I get started, someone else usually has to say “hey, you’ve been tickling her for like 10 minutes, you trying to kill her? Before I stop Lololol…I just get lost in the moment. If the group is enjoying the tickling as much as I am, you’re in trouble haha!

        • You are diabolical, Hahahaha!!

          • I think I am too mwaha….or just very mischievous. And Tiffany, from what you’veposted, you are lucky we don’t know each other. I’m sure I could talk some folks into holding you down for Caryn and I and we would have a few laughs….Ha!

        • Have you ever tickled your VICTIM while they were wearing pantyhose – lol makes their feet and legs 10 times more ticklish!!

  • I just loved reading all of these counts of tickle torture hahaha! 🙂 I have two sisters, and every once in a great while we pin our mother down or dog pile on her for some tickles, but nothing as intense as most of you. She would probably die laughing! Caryn, is Caryl one of those people that starts cracking up when she sees wiggling fingers coming her way?

    • Oh absolutely!! She knows what is coming, and not only does she laugh, she tries to run!!!!

      • My mom also tries to run, but she always either trips herself up, or just gets caught and gets too weak to fight from laughing so she’s easy to bring down lol.

  • I can relate to so many of these stories! My brother used to get his several of his friends to help hold down me and my sister and tickling us to tears! He called it “tickling parties” lol. They would hold us down and tease us constantly while tickling us near to insanity until I thought couldn’t possibly take it anymore! I am extremely ticklish and being held down and tickled is my worst nightmare hahaha! Those “parties” were some of the most torturous times of my life and while they’re funny to look back on now but at the time it really was torture lol. I hope you didn’t torture Caryl too bad without giving her a break! Haha

    • While it was hard, we gave her a break once in a while. It is so hard to do that once you get started though!! Hahahahaha!!!

      • I soooooo agree. After the tickling is underway, there is no such thing as a break or mercy! It’s time to laugh until your belly is sore, tears are running, and the victim is redfaced and out of breath!

        • Stopping is the hardest part, but you do want them around for the next time, so you have to do it at some point, lol!!

          • I agree caryn, I only stop when I am ready… and that usually takes several minutes. After they are pinned down, they know they might as well get comfortable haha!

  • My older sister Judith was by far the most ticklish out of my siblings and I, and oh my Lord did we let her have it. There were six of us girls total, and she was four years older than me. She HATED being tickled, and like Caryn she would beeeeg and pleeeeead and promise to do our chores. But alas, we just wanted to make her laugh as hard as we could without killing her lol. On a couple of occasions we actually tied her to the bed, freeing all of our hands up for tickles. She was insanely ticklish everywhere, but my FAVORITE attack, was after she was pinned or tied down, I’d blow raspberries on her tummy, while tickling her underarms at the same time! And usually two of the other girls were tickling her feet, so it was just crazy tickle torture for her. She would squeal and howl and laugh like a possessed hyena, and eventually run out of air, so she would shake with silent laughter. My gosh it was so fun, yet looking back I do feel bad for torturing her like that hahaha!

    • It is so fun to gang up on the ticklish one…and really hard to stop, hahahahahaha!!!

      • Caryn when yall Would hold her down, would You like pin her arms up over her head or at her sides? And have someone hold her legs down?

        • We probably should do it again, but so far we haven’t do it in years. We would hold her arms above her head and hold her legs down. It was classic.

          • Heck yes you should do it again im sure your other sisters would Be on board! Caryl maybe not so much haha!

    • I agree! There is nothing more fun than to hold down the most ticklish one in the group and tickle them to silent laughter haha! That’s how you know you really did you job when tears are streaming down their face and they’re so out of breath that not a sound comes out even though they’re still dying from the torture lol. I always knew I had taught my younger sister her lesson when her laughter went silent yet she was still wiggling around trying to escape like crazy! Haha older siblings can be so evil sometimes! But it’s not our fault because it’s just too funny to tickle others and hear them laugh themselves silly!

  • Caryn, what no one has asked so far was at the graduation party you were at, what caused this poor kid to be tickled, lol?

  • Hahahaha…..eeeeek…all of this tickle talk has me all giggly…seriously one of the best/worst tortures EVER. Caryn…here is a scenario ???? so this top secret spy chick knows some crazy dangerous info about a planned attack, and the government wants you to get it out of her… she is handcuffed, and in those old school stocks used in medieval times. You are told she has insanely ticklish feet. Describe how you extract your info lolol….descriptive as possible if you can. How long, how, ect….paint a picture. This should befun ????????

    • Awwww my smiley faces show as question marks ha!

    • I think that in that scenario, I would start out by using a feather. Then if I didn’t get answers I would go to some kind of a brush. We would work our way up to my fingernails, and she would be giving in before long.

    • Oh my god, I’d give up as soon as they said tickling….

    • I think I could get it out of her in just a few minutes… After all since I have very ticklish feet, I know what works on me hahaha… Since she would be fully restrained, first I’d use lotion on her feet so they were soft and extra sensitive, then just under the toes, place your nails and just drag them down to the heel, over and over again. Apply pressure like you are scratching an itch, not too light or too hard. She’d be done.

  • That’s pretty good. But more descriptive 🙂 you ARE a writer Caryn lolol. Of course at first she is going to fight the urge to laugh…what do you say or do to get her going? This is some very sensitive information here, she isn’t just handing it to you ha…do you zone in on one part of her feet? Make us feel like we are there.

    • Eeeeevil hahaha! I seriously wonder if tickling has really been used as an interrogation method?? I think I would use a similar approach to Caryn….maybe not with the feather though I don’t think that would be effective, but nails for sure. I’d tie her toes back to the stocks, and let her have it! The world could be in danger hahaha! I would ask her once nicely, showing off my nails as I did so, then if she refused to cooperate, I would duct tape her mouth, and tell her “for the next thirty minutes, I’m going to tickle your feet…after time is up, I will remove the tape, ask once, and if you refuse, next it will be an hour. Then two….ect.” I bet after the first round she would give in BWAHAHAHA!

      • Ooooooo!!! You are ruthless!!! 🙂

        • Great response Janelle….still waiting on Caryns version LOL.

        • You’ve GOTTA be ruthless…especially with interrogations haha. But really I think Evelyn is wanting a detailed account of tickle torture….like for example, this spy chick. I gave a pretty basic description myself….if you want more details, let’s see. First after she was tied, and in those stock things like I said, and I already told her my plan of non-stop foot tickling for the half hour, I’d pull a chair up to the stocks, and tell her how unbearable it was going to be. How even if she WANTED to talk, for thirty whole minutes, she was stuck in tickle hell with that tape on HAHAHA. I’d place the very tips of my acrylics in the center of her feet, and BARELY move them, the lightest touch ever. Ever so slowly, start to scratch, increasing the surface area little by little. I’d ask if it tickled, if she would laugh for me, a little baby talk to get her giggling, then it would be over. Speed up the tickling as the laughter starts, and she would be a MESS after thirty minutes. I may even bring in a second tickler, so we each can focus all ten fingers on one foot. Now THAT would be torture.

        • Caryn what if YOU were caught by a group who thought you had information that you really didn’t, and they found out you had ticklish feet….how long can you last….they have you tied down, and at their mercy.

  • My mother is dreadfully ticklish, which of course my siblings and I always took advantage of when we were younger. And my father was always working to support us all so there was nobody home to rescue her once we got started hahaha! It also usually began out of boredom, and if one of us gave her a poke to the ribs, we would hear that giggle and a firm “STOP IT! YOU STOP IT RIGHT NOW! I’M GONNA…..” then the laughing took over, and if she didn’t fall to the floor a couple more would join in, and next thing you know here is this woman on the ground being tickled mercilessly, with all these crazed laughing children who think we are just playing. We knew we had her when she laughed so hard no sound was coming out anymore but her face would just be frozen with the biggest smile, like you said tears running down her cheeks. My poor momma HAHA!

  • I loved reading all of these stories, too funny! Either you love tickling or hate it. My mom and her sisters used to absolutely murder me by holding me down and tickling until I was purple. I’m deathly ticklish, especially the bottoms of my feet, and under my arms, and would just howl with hysterical laughter, and they of course would laugh, which made me laugh harder. That dreaded anticipation though, when you’re dragged down and can’t move is the worst. I’ve always wanted to be on the other side but alas I was too small to take anyone down. Caryn what is your favorite thing about tickling? Or anyone who wishes to answer. And if you had someone dreadfully ticklish and helpless, how long would you tickle them? I know you said you have to stop eventually, but if they are still just lost in laughter, do you just keep on going 🙂

    • It is tickle or be tickled, in our family. No one is really safe. My nephew loves to tickle my knees, and he is far too big for me to fight off. I usually appeal to his wife or toddler daughter for help. It does not work. I think it is the ultimate way to have a good laugh at someone else’s expense, without being mean.

    • hi Megan F not sure if you will see this post but my fav. spot to tickle would be the feet. and i would tickle them for a long time..and yes i would keep going after all the begging. once your turning colors i may give a small break then right back to the tickling. i love the way the person would scrunch up their feet and wiggle them trying to get away and the hysterical laughter and the begging 🙂

    • I would keep going. Though I would stop after a good while to let you catch your breath then start over again

  • Hahaha! Tickle or be tickled….that sounds like a tagline for a horror movie! When I was younger I used to imagine these monsters that looked like half woman half spider with several hands they could use to hold you in place and tickle you to death, even use web to restrain you! If that’s not a sign I was tickled too much I don’t know what is! Oh my Lord if such a creature existed it would be the death of Caryl ROTFL!

  • Caryn, you mentioned on the original post that at the party a child was being pinned down and tickled. What did this poor kid do to have that happen, lol. How did they tickle him?

  • Caryn, I can completely relate to this post! Being the youngest, and most ticklish of four siblings, I was a constant target for tickle torture! Every time I planned to get someone back the others would jump in, and I would end up as the one laughing! Totally unfair! LOL…Begging also never worked in my family, it just seemed to fuel the fire!

    • I was always glad that I was one of the ones doing the tickling, lol.

      • I bet lol! Someday all of us ticklish ones will get all of those evil ticklers back! 😉

        • Oooooo!! I don’t want to be around for that day!!

          • Lol! I had to share your blog with my sister (one of the ticklers) and we had a long conversation laughing at those memories! I suppose taking all of that tickling was worth it to look back and laugh at years later! My sister brought up her favorite memory which was of me, being pinned down, yelling “not the feet! not the feet!” as they pulled my socks off! lol. Do you remember things like that happening with your siblings?

  • My wife is insanely ticklish on the feet. And she has the craziest, most uncontrollable laughter you’ve ever heard once you get started on her. You almost feel bad, as she struggles and howls and the volume and pitch of her laugh gets higher. But I get our son to hold her arms down, then my daughter and I are designated foot ticklers, and I swear you would think she was possessed hearing her hahaha ! She hates it of course, but it is just so funny I can’t help myself.

  • Hey everyone! I stumbled on this blog just researching tickle torture used in history for a class, and read all of the stories so I thought I’d tell my own. So I am deathly ticklish. I am like many of you, a giggler if threatened with tickle fingers, which my mom and sisters of course used for pure entertainment. I’m 28, and always hoped that as I grew older, my sensitivity would decline, which has not been the case. I laugh so hard my back hurts lol! But any chance they get I’m held down on the carpet, and my mother, who is seriously the best “tickler” or worst depending on your perception, will call dibs on my ribs, and as I try levitating off the ground just gently digs her claws in between them, while I buck like a bronco but have no leverage to free myself. And she makes goofy faces, which are funny alone but while being tickled become hysterical. I hate the sensation of it, but after I regain my breath, clean the mascara off of my face, and residual laughing is over with, it’s not too bad haha! Just once I’d love to get revenge, but I’m outnumbered, and they know how to get me going in seconds, so I’ve accepted that I’m just the tickle victim in my family.

    • Great story.

      • Thanks! I read further up that someone said ribs are hard to tickle if you don’t know what you’re doing, but I swear my mother has this perfected where it just tickles like craaaazy. And her silly faces are all you can look at, or down at her hands which are tickling the Crap out of you. Eeeeeek !  

  • Caryn, here is a funny question. You’ve got a pill that will make Caryl 10 times more ticklish, for 24 hours and would keep her from passing out or dying lol….she is strapped down on a board. How long do you tickle her? And where do you focus your tickles?

  • I really enjoyed reading everyone’s personal tickle torture stories…back in high school if I found out one of the girls in our social group was ticklish, I’d always end up torturing them for a minute or two. I usually stayed at my best friends house, and one day as a few of us were hanging out watching a movie after school, my buddies mom Jane was sitting on a couch next to me, with this beautiful girl who just recently moved down and started befriending some of our group. Her name was cambree. Anyway, she had taken her shoes off and had her leg stretched out with her foot just inches away from Jane. As the movie went on, Jane looked over at me, and quietly said “I’m feeling mischievous…” And held her hand just out of reach of her foot, tickling the air. I laughed, and kind of ignored her, then she said “ gonna help me or not?” So I slowly got up, walked by like I was going to the kitchen, and pounced. Before Cambree knew what hit her I had her pinned down. Jane quickly pushed her legs down and sat on her calves. Cambree let out a scream, asking what we were doing. Jane replied “I’m going to give you a fingertip foot massage.” And before Cambree could respond, the tickling started. For about 10 seconds, you heard nothing, but the sound of Jane’s nails scratching her feet…then the explosion of laughing/pleading/animal noises…I swear I’ve NEVER heard someone laugh so hard for so long in my life….she tried begging, but couldn’t get a full sentence out, and Jane told her she wasn’t stopping anytime soon anyway. She probably got her a good five or six minutes, and then we let her up to rush to the restroom. That was the worst tickling I’ve ever witnessed.

    • Jane sounds like she was as bad as my sisters and me. Did Cambree ever come back? Ad did she leave her shoes on? Hahahahaha!!

      • She did. And for the most part, yes lol. Except on one occasion, a couple of years later, she came over with a friend when we were having a party, and made the mistake of wearing fuzzy slippers, but that particular attack was orchestrated by myself haha. But yes Jane loved to tickle, and she knew me or any of my buddies had no problem holding down a poor girl for her tickle amusement. She was like a second mom to me.

        • Sometimes we just don’t learn. Fuzzy slippers are no match for a serious tickler!! 🙂

          • Actually I saw this one story where the woman removed the fuzzy slipper and used it, both heel and marabou parts, to tickle the woman.

      • I have a slightly devious side myself, and think I’d also wonder how ticklish she was until I tested it out myself lol!

  • I would love to hear Caryls perspective on being the victim of so much tickle torture lol… what are her memories or worst moments? Does she hope to get revenge one day?

  • Caryn, if you had to rate Caryls ticklish spots from one to ten, what would each of these be? 1. Ribs 2. Underarms 3. Tummy 4. Feet I’m underarms: 12 ribs: 7 tummy: 5 feet: 9 my parents used to team up on me when I was younger…I’m an only child so they took it easy on me compared to these stories I’ve read on here. But I cannot do things like pedicures without looking ridiculous…

  • I really enjoyed reading all of these! Caryn, I just saw on Good Morning America the other day that America’s Funniest Videos is doing a fundraiser with Toys for Tots, where you upload a video of you tickling someone for 25 seconds, and they are donating five dollars for every video submitted. Check it out on their website! I am also like Caryl, the victim in my family. And it is torture….especially when you are held down! My sister’s would pin me, then the “tickler” would straddle my waist, and get me until I was in tears. They took turns to see who could make me laugh the hardest!

  • Next time caryl comes over you and your sisters should surprise attack her and tickle her to tears like the old days! And have someone film it so the rest of us can see how ticklish Caryl really is! Hahahaha

  • WITH Christmas coming UP we’ve ALREADY MADE UP OUR MINDS that A NIECE OF OURS WILL BE TICKLED. WE WILL ASK HER WHERE she’s ticklish. Caryn isn’t THE question “ARE YOU ticklish” THE BEST QUESTION EVER? IF YES YOU proceed. IF NO YOU PROCeED anyways TO SEE IF they ARE LYING.

    When WE START where should WE START, FEET OR SIDES/RIBS?

  • Caryn, how do you start out tickling someone? My dad and I teamed up on my mom a couple of days ago. I walked in their room, and he was on the phone with his mom, both of them laying in bed and I tickled his foot for a second, just trying to annoy him then he pointed over to her as he wrapped up his phone call. He sat up, and grabbed her legs, then we each held down a foot and started tickling her…she went bonkers. We only got her for about a minute, because she couldn’t breathe. I had no idea my mom was so ticklish!

    • Ours starts out with a look, and she knows what’s coming next. That is torture in itself. 🙂

      • With my mother, after I talk my siblings into the attack, I’ll casually walk in, and sit next to her, and say something like “mom… Are you ready?” She’ll look up dumbfounded, like ready for what? But I’ll have that mischievous smirk on my face and hold up my hands, tickling the air, as she is getting up to bolt lol. And as she runs, I’ll just slowly walk after her, still wiggling the fingers, saying “It’s coming mom… Its time. It’s tickle time. You know you can’t get away. I’m going to get those feetsies, and I’m not stopping…ever” and she’s just a mess by then.

  • Caryn, we made up a new game over Christmas. With the niece we choose, we played “rib count” where we used our fingers to count her ribs. We of course had to keep starting over because we lost track of time during her laughs. All the while she kept saying in between laughter “stop tickling me, I’ll do anything”

  • Caryn, what is the absolute worst tickle torture you can imagine?

  • I am obsessed with the thought of tickling my poor wife into hysterical laughter. Notice I said thought… while every once in a great while I will get her for a minute or so, she will either get free or talk me into stopping. Like most of you she is ticklish everywhere but her feet are the spot you want to get to. If we are at say her sisters or watching movies with the kids and she is barefoot, all I can think about is what it would be like for everyone to pin her down and show no mercy tickling her for several minutes…. Her laugh is musical, but she would go crazy. I’m not a weirdo lol I just cannot control this urge, yet I have never acted on it, I guess because I wouldn’t want her upset or mad.

    • Oh, so then you are a closet tickle torture fanatic. lol You may have to just bite the bullet and get it done. You don’t want to go crazy or anything, lol!!

  • Lolol I wouldn’t consider myself a FANATIC. That sounds too serious. But when the situation presents itself, there is someone deathly ticklish right in front of you, barefoot, I think am I the only one thinking about tickling her right now? Heck I just want to watch her get tickled, I don’t even have to be in the mix just get her good and let me see it haha! Would you consider yourself a fanatic? Or do I sound crazy???

  • Also Caryn, what is your favorite reaction to tickling someone? Mine is definitely the laughter, those belly laughs that nothing else can get out of someone… that breathless, silent laughing with tears rolling that they want to stop but can’t help themselves.

  • I was asking you though… what is YOUR favorite reaction to tickling? And do you consider yourself a fanatic?

  • My sister graduated high school in 1991, a couple of years ahead of me. Back then, her standard outfit to school was a skirt with some kind of tights or pantyhose. The outfit she most often wore was a jean skirt with black tights and pumps. The advantage to this was that her nylons quadrupled her ticklishness on her feet – and everyone knew it. I remember when she and her friends would come home after school, usually after band practice when they hadn’t had time to change clothes from school. She would lay her on the coach with her shoes off and feet up, exposing her nyloned soles. It wasn’t long before one of her friends would say “Let’s tickle her!” or something like that, usually because they were bored. A couple of times I was assigned the job of “ankle holder” to prevent her from pulling away while her friends tickled her feet through those tights. I should also add they all had long nails which made the torture far worse. My sister would scream and wriggle and beg them to stop, but years later she told me she had enjoyed every minute of it. Sadly, by the time I was a senior in high school hose and heels were out of style replaced by jeans and sneakers. And I also didn’t have a group of friends like that. Too bad!

  • When I was younger, in my teenage years I was quite the tickle monster to my oldest sister Melissa. I’d get my dad to pin her down, and my mother and I would tickle her silly, till she spoke gibberish and just gave up struggling, accepting that she was just going to die laughing. She has very ticklish thighs, so I’d sit on her legs and just gently squeeze and kneed away like bread dough, and mom would blow raspberries on her tummy, sending her into a hysterical frenzy. It was so much fun lol.

    P.s. I think you should repost this thread as popular as it’s been, or write an update as I’m sure more people would add to it if it was newer. I found it googling tickle torture after a discussion with Melissa.

  • Caryn,
    Have you ever seen the cartoon teenage mutant ninja turtles (from the late 80s early 90s)? Did you know there is a villein who in a few episodes who has hostages. He needs information from the hostages so he has them tied up. He has their feet exposed and tickles them with a feather? Can you imagine that happening to you?

  • I love these stories. Not only did tickling happen a lot to me as a kid, to me and my 3 sisters, but me, my husband and my sisters absolutely love chasing my sons around the house and tickling them–our first son, Jimmy is the most ticklish so he tends to get it the worst. Many times 3 or 4 of us will chase him around the house and capture him–usually for some trivial “crime” like he took a cookie too early, or sometimes just when we are bored, and we will bring him to the reclining chair in our living room for the treatment. we tend to model our tickle torture after this one scene from teenage mutant ninja turtles (have you ever seen the clip?) we tie his wrists and ankles together and take turns running the tip of a feather up and down the bottoms of his feet 🙂 he wiggles and squirms and begs for mercy, sometimes even tries to lift his feet off of the foot stool but we just follow it with the feather or push his tied ankles back down haha.

    It’s extra fun when adults gang up and tickle a kid because the kid stands no chance at all! hAVE YOU SEEN MANY OTHER INSTANCES OF ADULTS TICKLING THEIR KIDS LIKE THE TIME AT THE PARTY? AND CAN YOU GIVE US A FEW MORE DETAILS OF THAT ^^

  • My favorite torture method was to get one or two of the neighborhood boys help pin down my little sisters arms over my head so she couldnt move an inch and then mercilessly attack her armpits and ribs and watch her go insane trying to escape. Tickling was pure torture for her and not being able to move amplified the effect because couldnt defend against the tickling she had no control over when the torture would end. She hated it and always ended up breathless and in tears but i loved to tickle and she by far the most ticklish kid in the neighborhood, so it worked out well for me! Hahaha I do feel bad for people like my sister and caryl, but its not our fault they were born so ticklish! And tickling is just plain fun for everyone, although the victim might disagree haha

  • I agree Caryn…lots of ruthless, crazy ticklers among us lol. I tickle my mother every chance I get, until she is crying from laughter and begging for mercy. My favorite attack is when she is held down, arms pinned to her sides while my brother sits on her, my sister sits on her legs facing away, and just holds back her toes, giving me complete freedom to tickle those feetsies until she is hysterical!!! And I’ll just tease her with baby talk, as she weezes and laughs and turns beat red, and her eyes are squeezed shut as tears roll down but she is frozen in hilarity until it’s over.mwahahaha! My technique is vicious… I tickle very fast, and hard, so as not to let her get too used to the sensation so it can last as long as I want it to.

    • I have been amazed at the ticklers who have come out of the woodwork since I wrote this story. Hahahaha!!

      • I’ll say! Reading all of these as a ticklish target, I’m going to wear extra layers of socks and tie my shoes tight!

        • Probably a good idea, lol!!

        • Jenn, if you are singled out as the target, it doesn’t matter how many pairs of socks you are wearing, or how tightly your shoes are tied, they will get pulled off one at a time, and you would get a little extra tickle time for your efforts hahaha!

          • Nooo! My toes cringe just from the thought of it! Haha!

          • As did Caryl’s. That’s what made it so great.

          • Oh yeeeeesssss lol. And as several other readers already added including myself, I get those toes held back so there is no cringing, just a nice smooth surface to scratch away at, like you are scratching at an itch, only on your feet instead of mine hahaha. I don’t think you could handle the tickle torture my mother has to endure.

          • Karina, your poor mother! That sounds like pure torture haha!
            However, My older brother and sister may take that as a challenge, which would not end well for me!

          • I was at a family gathering this past weekend, and had an experience that proved Karina to be correct!
            Although it’s summer, the evenings have been rainy and fall-like here in the northeast recently. So, I was wearing my long boots with long socks and jeans. it all started with a poke on my sides then I was swarmed by 4 relatives!
            They weren’t content just tickling my sides though…Knowing my feet are the worst spot, they took the time to pin me down, unlace my boots, and remove my socks in order to torture my bare feet!

            This definitely reminded me of Karina’s comment above and I had to share haha!

          • Your family sounds a lot like mine, hahahaha!!

  • There is really nothing like getting that crazy ticklish person when they are completely helpless, and the laughter that you force out of them, even though they would do anything to make it stop LOL. It does take a bit of an evil side to take advantage of it the way most of us do. But when they are howling and giggling and begging and trying to bribe you to stop, I just become entranced and it makes me go even harder hahaha.

  • I loved reading all of these stories, as a big tickler myself. Caryn, my sister is deathly ticklish, and if even bring up the subject, or just say tickling, or tickled, she starts getting squirmy and blushing, looking around for an escape route, even if nobody has the intention of tickling her. Is Caryl this bad?

    • Oh, for sure!! She would freak out if we came near her.

      • Those are the best Victims by Far! I would get My sister either pinned down by the others or even Trick one of them in a helpless position, like under the bed with feet exposed, or cacooned in a blanket, but then i woulD verbally taunt them into hysterical laughter before i would lay a finger on them hAha! We would just argue over how long they would be tickled, how Unbearable it was going to be once i got started, and i would say i dont know why you are waisting your breath you know you are going to need it when you start laughing. They would start to get maD, making threats then i resorted to my tried and true method. I would respond to everything they said with the word “tickle”. Making whole sentences….so they would say “i mean it Tanea! You better not!” My response would be “Tickle? Tickle tickle. Tickle tickling tickled?” And then i would get a little forced smirk, that would turn into a smile, then laughter as i closed in. Those were the days lol!

  • It’s fun reading these tickle stories lol. When I was little, my older brother would be the one tickle torturing me. One time in particular he buried me under covers with my bare feet exposed. He tickle tortured me for a while lol. Also would your parents ever help with the tickling at all?

    • Hahahaha!! I never thought about using the covers as a weapon, but if he was the only one, he must have had to be creative. No, our parents didn’t help us, but they tickled us too on occassion.

      • Yeah I’M like never barefoot noW so I don’t get tickled haha would you and your sisters get into tickle fights with each other, or would you all just gang up on Caryl?

  • These memories of tickling are great! I always felt like my siblings and I were the only ones who tickle tortured each other. My sisters were all pretty much equally ticklish, although the ticklish spots would vary. I love love love giving a good tickling out though. I prefer being in charge of the ribs and under the arms. After My sisters had the extremities under control I’d straddle the victims waist, as they pleaded and threatened. I’d place my fingertips on either side of the ribcage, and just look down into my sisters eyes, smiling. As they shook their head no, I’d shake mine yes. “On the count of three, I’m gonna tickle. I’m gonna get you, and there is nothing you can do about it. Are you ready?” Then the countdown would start, the struggling would begin, and as I got to three and started gently digging in the ribs, the giggles would begin, escalating into laughing HYSTERICAL MADNESS. We really let each other have it lol. Caryn what is one funny instance in particular you can remember vividly when tickling Caryl?

    • Oh, every instance was memorable. My sister would laugh, scream, beg, and eventually the tears would run down her face. Not tears of pain or sadness, but simply tears of surrender. She was hilarious to tickle.

    • I think I would be in trouble if YOU were Tickling me Neise!!!

  • Ooh I know exactly the tears you are referring to. Hell I get them just laughing at something I find really funny, I’ll laugh so hard tears stream down and my stomach hurts. I love getting the person I’m tickling going so hard no sound is coming out… Just a face frozen in laughter, but they can’t get the air in to let it out. Haha

  • Caryn what role did the two youngest normally play? I would imagine caryl being stronger than the both of them lol! And also if You and caryl Were cHallenged, where she is strapped down, aNd you win 10,000 dollars if you make her laugh by tickling her fOr 2 minutes but she wins 20,000 if she DOESNT laugh, who wOuld win, and how would you try to break her?

    • The youngest sisters had no problems. We usually atacked as a group. As to the $10,000, we would never lose. Caryl lost before we even got started.

  • Caryl here is a scenario. You are lead into a room, where there is a woman stretched out on a old medival toRture rack. She is gagged, and you are told she is being punished for a crime she commited, but you cannot be told what the crime is. Just that the woman is very, very ticklish and that you are in charge of her punishment. For every 5 minutes you tickle, you will be given 1000 dollaRs 🙂 How long do you tickle her, and where would you really focus your tickling attack? Her armpits and feet are her worst spots.

  • And also a follow up. Same situation as above except when you walk into the room, the only thing in the room is a tv screen showing the womans face. In the room iTself there are two holes in the wall with Her Bare feet sticking through, but the rest of her is in the next room over. So now you can tickle and see her reactions, but she cannot see you at all. Does this change anything with your answer?

  • I really loved your sTory caryn! Did you and your siblings continue the tickle torture on caryl into the teen years and early adulthood? My sIsters sTill get me when thEy can, and i turn 39 next month lol! And my huSband has been trying to stage an attack with my daughter and daughter in law, but my guard is up And i always suSpect something is going on. They may try recording it as they did the last Time, if so i will post so you can see the toRture i am subjected to. Byyeee!!!!

    • On occasion someone in the family will still attack, but not the gang attack we did to Caryl as kids. Now it is often the brothers-in-law. I’m not sure which one is worse, lol.

  • How about some stories about when YOUR feet were tickled?? 🙂

  • I have a nephew like this— he literally cannot hamdle any contact on his soles or belly- even the WORD “soles” tickles him!!! So its impossible for us to stop tickling him when he is immobilized by all of us

  • wow, i had no idea that tickle torture went on in so many families! now i don’t feel so guilty for getting my sisters when i was growing up, lol!

    • Hahahaha!! I know what you mean. It is a widespread form of torture.

      • Apparently it is! As the not-very-ticklish brother of two very ticklish sisters, one a few years older and the other a few years younger, i got to spend pretty much my whole childhood tickling one or the other. I was never as ruthless as you or many others on here, though. but maybe that’s because i was always doing the tickling alone!

  • THESE comments remind me of the time my friends held me down and went nuts all over my bare feet. I had never laughed so hard! ???

  • I remember when my sister and her friends all held me down and took turns giving me raspberries and my tummy and neck. I went crazy!!

  • Would love to be tickled with the ruthlessness have been reading about here. I don’t know if I could stand it but would love it.

    • There are people here who are hard core tickle torture fanatics for sure. I don’t think I could take it, but maybe someday you will get your wish. 🙂

  • Hi Caryn, I am a mother of 3 young boys and I couldn’t help but laugh reading all these comments. My boys (age 9, 7, 4) love to hold me down and tickle me all over. I’m terrified if I resist to much I might accidently hurt them so I just have to lie there and take it! They just love torturing their poor mom haha!

  • Carful caryn, your victims might get their revenge one day 😉

  • Caryn the Best ticklers are for sure those who just gEt Lost in the laughter of their victims, who Don’t listen to nonsense like “i cant breathe!” Of course you can you are talking! I am also very ticklish, but like you i have always been the merciless one of my sisters so i have been safe out of fear. They know if they Get me i will return the favor tWofold!!!

  • Caryn if you could choose One of these which would you pick and why?

    1) Someone with arms tied over head and insanely ticklish under arms, but you can only tickle for 5 minutes.

    2) someone rolled up in a blanket with super ticklish feet, that you can tickle as long as you want.

    • Definitely the blanket, hahahaha!!

      • And whhhhhyyyy? Lol what a predicament to find yourself in? Wake up rolled up like a burrito with some chick smiling wIth a crazed look in their eyes as they approach your feetsies!!!!

        • You girls sound ruthless! You should be working for the CIA interrogating suspects lol! Only those rare people who are totally unticklish would stand a chance!

  • what’s youe favorite memory of gettung tickled?

  • Wow i loved reading all of these accounts of tickle torture! There really is nothing better than when you have your poor deathly ticklish sister held down, completely unable to stop the tickles, and after a couple of minutes when they reach that point of complete surrender, where every word they try to get out is just lost in laughter so you tease them further by asking “what did you say? I can’t understand you…stop laughing and tell me.” And the tears that come from those deep belly laughs only tickling produces. My mom used to say if you ever want to hear someones real laugh you have to tickle them lol! Caryn you dont have a favorite time you and the gang got Caryl? Or a time things didn’t go as planned? And after yall finished tickling her how did she react? My sister would lay there giggling to herself for several minutes, then we would threaten her with more tickling and get her all wound up again hahahaha!

  • Hey caryn! Did you and your sisters ever once get one of the other girls and let Caryl get in some tickle time or was she always the victim? That is mean and unfair if not lol.

  • I love to tickle and to be tickled ! I am very ticklish i can’t take it so I have to be Tied up !

  • Oh god, I just found a video on YouTube. This is exactly how my kids would get me! ???

  • It’s so embarrassing but my most ticklish place is my butt!! I couldn’t believe it when my husband tickled me there hahaha

  • caryn,
    What is your favorite method of tickling?
    tie-up her up, and tickle her belly with raspberries.
    or do you just tickle everywhere without the raspberries?

    • Personally, I like tickling the ribs or underarms with my fingers.

      • Under the arms is the best place to tickle someone!! You can Push down and just vibrate your fingers really fast, use one finger and just gently poke, or my favorite and i am sure yours too, use the dreaded fingernails and just scratch away, the whole time with an evil grin on your face that the victim (or Caryn as it were lol) can do nothing but laugh as she looks up at you.

        • I know what you mean. I like being totally sinister!!

          • Katrina, your comment made me close my arms down!!! Your description of armpit tickling, especially the long nails part… Epppp!!! My ARMPITS are my most ticklish place!!! Tickle me there with long nails and I’ll be abosutley done for!!!

  • I am so glad i stumbled on this post! I loved reading all these tickle torture stories, and wanted to add my own. I am an only child, and only mildly ticklish myself. On a rare occasion maybe a date would squeeze my leg and i’d react but i have never been pinned down and tickled to near deaTh as many of you describe. But over the years i have had friends that were incredibly ticklish and i would see them attacked by their family members, and i always wanted to join in and “get them” too but would just observe. Well fastfoward to my college years, my roommate just got home, and was rushing to change for an event she had been invIted to. I was just hanging out in the living room flipping through the channels, and i hear her bumping around the walls down the hallway. She was a tiny thing, maybe 5’2, 110 pounds, making A ton of noise. I get up from the couch and turn the corner, and she is standing there with this shirt she was trying to take off, but her arms had gotten trapped along with her head, and they were wrapped up crisscrossing each other. She was yelling for help, and i busted up laughing, as she pulled and twisted every direction, but she compLetely got herselF wrappes in this tIght shirt and the first thing i noticed was her belly, and her armpits were completely exposed. And i smiled to myself and thought….”if i WERE to tickle her there is nothing she could do.” So she said “Tiffany can you please get this damn thing off me!” It was like i had a devil and an angel on each shoulder, and the devil won. I said “Krystal, i have got to know something….are you by any chance ticklish?” She knew she was screwed, but she tried to turn and run, bouncing off the walls as she shreaked “DON’T YOU DARE!! I AM NOT KIDDING I WILL PISS MYSELF!” I was already creeping up to her, easily able to pull her to the ground where i straddled her waist. She bucked like a bronco, pleading with everything she had admidst the endless giggles before i had even laid a finger!!! I just had to do it…this was tOo perfect an opportunity, and if i ever wanted to truly tickle someone senseless this was my chance. I really didn’t even know HOW to tickle someone, but i gently started squeezing each side, and she went crazy, just erupting in laughter, and begging me to stop. I was just getting started. I just knew if her sides got this reaction that when i hit her armpits she was going to die. After a couple minutes i stopped. “Oh thank you, i could not take another second of that. Her head was still covered by her shirt, so she couldnt see my evil smirk or horns growing on my head. “Oh i just wanted you to catch your breath before this…” And i just lowered each hand with wiggly fingers dead center under each arm. She went bananas, almost bucking me off and ending my fun early, but i held strong, and with one hand was able to pin her two arms down by holding the shirt. Then i just switched from side to side, tickling each for a Few seconds before alternating. I couldn’t see her face but just hearing that musical laugh was enough. She was just beside herself, and i was lost in the moment. Finally after maybe 4 or 5 minutes i stopped, worried i might actually kill her lol. I helped her up and after assuring her no more tickling was coming her way i got the shirt off…she was beat red and had makeup running down her face…i truly tickled this poor thing beyond anything either one of us had experienced. I will remember this moment forever!!

  • Im a big guy but i go completely helpless when i get tickled so im on the wnd of hours of non stop tickling til im going insane and cant beg but only am lost in silent laughter

  • I’m ticklish everywhere and extremely ticklish, reading these comments makes me squirm!!!

  • I’m a really tall girl so I have lots if places to be tickled. My friends and brothers would tickle me every where growing up which made my big butt and boobs jiggle every where which was soooo embarrassing!

  • I love when females tickle other females to the point where they cant take it anymore. What was worse for your sister slow or fast foot tickling?

  • Hey guys! We should all write how and where we’d tickle caryn!! I’m sure she’d love to read it hahaha

  • Reading these stories are amazing! So much fun to tickle someone’s barefeet till they are nearly insane…and -gulp- Yes, I’ve had it done to the point of nearly passing out. A love hate thing I guess~ 🙂

  • Reading all this reminded me of our family’s gatherings in the past. As long as my grandad was still alive we regularly came together at my grandparents place.
    I have always been ridiculously ticklish. And my uncle loved to tickle me everyone to death. He is just 8 years older than me, but when I was a child, he still could almost do whatever he wanted with me.i couldn’t defend myself. He was just too strong. He knew that my armpits and my feet are my weakest points. These were naturally his prime targets. He would tickle the living daylights out of me.
    He wasn’t a break ticket. But he was just too good in making out my weakest spots. I can still remember the joy in his shiny eyes when looked down on me an watch me squirm and unable to even breathe. He enjoyed tickling me like a child enjoys it’s candy.
    I particularly remember one time when he carried me to his room so that he could have me all to himself. I noticed some feathers on the table and when he dropped me on the bed he like always SAt down on me.i was on my belly and knew that there was no point of me trying to get free. So i just lay there and let him take a form hold of my ankle, pull up my leg and slowly take off my shoe. I remember that he really took his time, like in A ceremony. While he was still peeling off my sick he asked me: “do you know what’s best for tickling little feet?” I immediately thought of the feathers on the table. “Is it maybe feathers?” I asked back Rolled my eyes and sighed. “You are right!”he exclaimed. “There is nothing worse than a soft feather under the ticklish sole of your foot. What a coincidence that I got some here.” – “yeah, what a great coincidence!” I sarcastically repeated.
    My uncle slowly dragged the top of the feather from my heel towards the toes.i immediately jumped and slammed my little fists on the bed. “That tickles right?” He taunted me and repeated the tickling with the feather. The top was so smooth that it was really driving me insane. I tried to fight the tickles. I bit my lip but really struggled to keep the laughter in. He continued the soft approach with his feather and I very soon started to groan frustrated whilst still hitting the PILlow with my FISTS. My uncle knew that he just had to keep up the tickling and my floodgates would very soon break open. I remember him saying:”just let it out Sam. Just let it all out!”
    And with that my resistance was broken. From deep within me the giggles just poured out of me, forcing their way out. I laughed so hard and loud, that one must have heard me a mile away. My uncle HAD me where he wanted me and just kept up the tickling with this dreadful feather. I was laughing and laughing and laughing and couldn’t stop.
    Soon someone entered the room. “What is going on here?” I heard my father yell over my loud laughter. My uncle stopped the tickling and I just lay there gaping and trying to catch my breath still not being able to stop giggling.
    “Everything s alright” my uncle said to my father. “Sam is just getting tickled a little bit.” There was s brief pause before my father responded.
    “Then everything s alright.” He looked at me and smiled. “Noone ever died from TICKLIng, right Sam ?”
    “You are so mean!” I cried at both of them. But they just laughed at me. And my father nodded to my uncle:”carry on.”
    Then he added with a smirk:”I’m not sure, but I think Sam’s other Foot is also ticklish. Better try that one too!”
    I let out a heavy sigh and shook my head in disbelief. “No worries” my uncle replied to my father. “After I’m done with this one here I’ll give the other foot a thorough tickle test.”
    I buried my head in my pillow and cried: “it’s so unfair that I have these ticklish feet!” Both laughed at me again and my uncle just renewed the tickling of my still trapped foot. That again instantly made me jump so that i was forced to start over with giggling, begging, cursing, crying and LOts and lots more laughing.
    It was terrible. But I have to admit that it was fun to. I love dad and I love my uncle, even though he loved to have fun with my poor ticklish feet until I was a giggly little mess.
    As it was said: noone yet died from laughing. I survived it like everybody else and today I laugh about it.

  • lovely blog AND STORY, happy that i stumbled upon it!




    • Sorry forgot the caps on lol

    • I’m so glad you posted. I have been amazed by this story. It has by far received the most comments, and it was written about 5 years ago, so that’s shocking. I guess tickling is a hot subject, no matter which side of it you are on. ?

      • It’s a very fun subject, and i’m amazed by the fact that it is 5 yrs ago!
        Also thrilled by the idea that such ruthless, devious ticklers individuals (yourself included) exists,

        I wonder how did your tickle victims survive at all lol
        Is this tickle ruthlessness, skill exists mostly among women, girls in general? i know it depends on the person but from the comments i feel so 😛

        Also what is the most intense ticklish reaction you’ve ever made some person have and how?

  • Oh my GOODNESS, you all sound like you would wreck my lower belly and thighs — I’m actually squirming in my seat reading these accounts!

    When I was a kid, I had a BABYSITTER (Jenna) who would be Announce she was gonna get me, then casually walk through the house as I scrambled pathetically TO get out of dodge. She would say that I may as WELL just surrender MYSELF. And when she got you, there Was no MERCY: thighs, armpits, belly, feet — you just squealed like a girl and tried to beg for mercy. And the worst was when her friend Danielle, our SNOBBY, spoiled neighbor girl, popped in unannounced –inevitably she wanted TO hold me DOWN for JENNA and taunt me while I flopped helplessly. Now that was one mean girl!

    Why do girls love to see guys tickled? Like even if they’re not in on it, they clearly love to see it in my experience. Anyone have THoughts? And was it better to run from the girls or just submit to their French manicures?

    • Girls just love to have at least one thing to hold over their “victims.” It’s in our blood. My sisters and I would totally get off torturing our sister, or anyone else who was really ticklish. Hahahahaha!!

  • Sounds like I would be in real trouble, if you tickled me lol!!!

  • Wow. .…….there are some seriously serious ticklers in this thread! Truly crafty, focused, and deliberate in their determination to inflict ticklish torment. I love it! You are to blame though, Caryn, for setting the example, and continuing with each new response you contribute to prove just how fond of tickling you are, and thus encouraging everyone to join in. Thank you for “nurturing” this amazing 5+ year old thread so I was able to find it this past Thanksgiving, and have the pleasure of reading all these wonderful shared experiences! I have loved tickling all my life, yet I’ve not been witness to nearly as much tickling as I would have liked. Maybe it happens more in larger families. I’ve always found it ironic that I have an aunt that absolutely HATES to be tickled, and here I am someone who loves it. I remember my aunt’s brother (my uncle) and my dad teaming up on several occasions to tickle her. She would protest before it really got started, but they were undeterred, and it wasn’t long before she was a ball on the floor, squirming and laughing and jerking violently whenever they got a really good spot. I wanted to join in, but was too uncomfortable as they were so much older than I was. In my opinion though, you ladies have THE best tools for tickling in those long nails of yours! I can do some damage on a pair of ticklish feet, but as a guy, I’ll never have those nails. I’ve never seen in person a really good foot tickling by a woman with long nails. I would LOVE to see that! I’m envious of those who have shared here who have witnessed or participated in such an experience. That just HAS to tickle SO much! And using those nails on ribs from behind… what a shocking sensation, coming seemingly from out of nowhere if you’ve truly caught someone by surprise! But a genuinely ticklish person is ALWAYS ticklish, no matter if they’re caught by surprise or see it coming. Seeing it coming can even make it worse, as many here can attest to. …. ..… So many ways to tickle. There should be more tickling in the world. I understand why it happens less when we are older, but I wish it didn’t have to be that way. 🙂

    • I suppose I’m guilty as charged. I can’t help myself. I love reading the comments from fellow ticklers. Thanks for your great story too. lol

  • So i was 18 years old, babysitting for a family friend. I had grown up with these kids, the oldest now around 14. Three girls, who usually would occupy themselves with either board games or tv. We were sitting around watching movies, and the girls started talking about magic tricks and what not. They said i wonder if its really possible to escape some of these things they see on TV like Houdini. They asked me if i could get out if i was tied up. You see where this is going lol. When i accepted the challange, they all ran to their rooms to get supplies. They tied me up several different ways, and it took a few minutes but I was able to free myself about 4 times. Finally the oldest says “I guarantee you won’t get out of THIS one”. She had me sit in the recliner in the living room. They took one of those nylon jump ropes, wrapped it around my hands several times, pulled it underneath the recliner, used pantyhose to tie my legs and secured the jumprope to the bottom, then reclined the chair back. It instantly pulled the rope back and my arms straight up. They stepped back and admired their work, and said go ahead. I pulled, i pushed, i did everything i could think of, but i was completely stuck. I gave up, telling them ok untie me. The oldest said wait and pulled her sisters aside into a huddle. I heard whispering and giggling as they all looked over at me, then they all turned just smiling devilish grins. I actually started to get nervous, wondering what they had planned, when they started approaching with fingers wiggling and then i knew i was in trouble lol. The two youngest each grabbed a foot and tucked it underneath an arm. The oldest walked behind the chair. I tried to struggle, tried to keep them from removing my shoes, yelled at them, but i was helpless. I felt two little hands under my arms, and burst out laughing. Then the girls started on my feet, and for at least 10 minutes which seemed like 10 hours, they tickled and tickled. I have never laughed so much my entire life. My abs were sore, my face hurt from smiling so much haha. They finally freed me, and of course i promised revenge but i never did get it. Phew….it was terrible!

  • My girlfriend loves tickling me everywhere, even on my feet. It drives me bat shit bonkers!

  • One time two of my friends, one guy and one girl, grabbed my feet and scribbled their fingers all over the flesh of my feet. They love making me laugh and thats all i can do….laugh and laugh and laugh.

  • Caryn thanks for this story taking everyone back to happier times lol. Can you give some pointers to being an effective tickler?

  • So I’m curious, Caryn, if you have any other experiences you’d be willing to share, but where you’ve tickled someone other than one of your sisters. Get anyone else really good?

    • With my sisters, I was one of the ticklers. My sister Caryl was the victim. Nevertheless, my husband, brothers-in-law, father-in-law, and nephews all know that I have extremely ticklish ribs, knees, and feet. I try to warn them that I kick when tickled, by they are always willing to take the risk, hahahaha!!

  • Caryn, how did you and your sisters discover how ticklish Caryl was? Or that she was the most ticklish out of the bunch? And whose idea was it to gang up and get her?

  • Evil, evil, evil. My wife is the tickle monster in our household and i’m her favorite victim.

  • Wow, i love reading here about all ticklish people and all evil ticklers! I remember when i was younger, my friends loved torturing me since i was so ticklsh. especially one friend that i remember, once he started tickling he never stopped and he always wanted to make his victim suffer as much as possible. one time, at his house, he got one friend to hold my arms down while he sat on my legs so i couldn’t move them, he also got one friend to hold my toes up so i was even more helpless. He then started to tickle my feets (my most ticklish spot) . I was laughing so hard that i lost my breath but just keept on going, when i almost thought i was going to pass out he gave me a few seconds to catch my breath but then he just went on even harder. It was true torture but now, years later its pretty fun to think about it, haha! Its pretty amazing how much you can torment people with just your fingers!:)

    two questions to you

    1) as a tickler, what was/is the best thing about tickling someone that hates being tickled, for exampel your sister?

    2) did you and your evil sisters ever tickled someone else than caryl?;)

  • Did Caryl have a husband or boyfriend who found out how ticklish she was??

  • why wouldnt he dare to do so? did your mom tickle your ssiter or you guys growing up?

  • Caryn,
    Just stumbled upon this – What a great bLOG!
    it is so diverse and interesting!
    i, too, am surprised at the number of responses to tickling; had no idea so many others felt so strongly about what most would consider a frivolous topic!

    my story is a bit different than others posted
    As the middle child of 3 boys, there was no tickling at home (or in our neighborhood) to speak of. i was interested in tickling For as long as i could remember, but i was too shy to instigate anything. (This was 40 years ago – i’m 49 now)
    My first time witnessing tickle torture was when we went to the lake with a bunch of other families. several times an older boy would pin and tickle the hell out of either his little sister or one of the other younger girls. it would quickly draw a crowd of the other kids – some would join in, most of the others would just enjoy the spectacle and laugh at the poor girl’s expense. I was mesmerized, but from a distance. I didn’t want to risk becoming the next victim – i would die! but my eyes were glued to the scene. i loved seeing her try to escape, her anguished face, her cries & screams of laughter, her begging. I also loved watching him torture her; his fingers dancing all over her, his evil smile, his taunting. But i think what i admired most was his overall confidence – he was loving it, he was ruthless and he didn’t care what his victim or anyone else thought.
    each of these incidents lasted a long time – 15 minutes or longer. (I think he planned them for when the adults were out on the Lake or at a restaurant)
    As many others have said, even though it was unquestionably torture for those poor girls, within a few minutes everything was back to normal, with everyone having had a good laugh.
    These incidents are still seared in my mind even today, 40 years later!

    • Hahahaha!!! I must say that I have been as surprised as you are at the number of responses to a story I wrote 5 years ago. They just keep coming. I love them. I can’t imagine growing up without tickling, but since you did, I hope you have had the chance to tickle some people now. It is something that is such a great way to feel good, whether you are the tickled or the tickler. Your story was great by the way.

      • Thank you for your kind words on my story – it is appreciated, coming from such a wonderful writer as yourself!

        I also love reading about others experiences. I smile and laugh at each one!
        I haven’t had the good fortune to have as many tickling experiences as I’d like, but I’m not complaining. I take every opportunity that comes my way for the fun, playful, quick tickle. How can you not tickle a bare foot hanging off the end of the sofa, an exposed armpit reaching up to get something from a high shelf, or when giving a foot rub? It’s almost impossible! People that know me would be disappointed if they didn’t get at least a little tickle in those situations.

        My real Tickle Torture adventures are few and far between, unfortunately. I guess that’s partly why I remember them so vividly.

        My initial “first hand” tickle torture incident was also at the Lake, the summer after my last story. (There’s something about hot weather, water, swimsuits, bare feet and summer boredom that lends itself to tickling Exploits!)
        I was my shy 12 or 13 year old self when my brother had Stephanie, one of the kids (a 9 or 10 year old) in a bear hug, and told me to tickle her. When I approached her with wiggling fingers, she let out a blood curdling scream that froze me in my tracks! I didn’t know what to do. I tried to tickle her tummy or ribs, but my brother’s bear hug blocked all the “good spots.” I grabbed her legs at the ankles to get her feet, but I learned then that even petite 10 year old girls can put up an incredible fight when they’re about to be tickled! I tried to hold both ankles with one arm and tickle her with my free hand, but her kicking & thrashing, combined with her constant screaming, made my efforts pretty weak. Fortunately for me (and Unfortunately for HER!) her screams attracted the attention of Brad, one of her older brothers. He came up to us and told me that I was doing it all wrong – here, let me show you. At that, Stephanie’s screams turned immediately into begging.
        He said “don’t listen to her, she loves it!” as he wedged her right ankle under his armpit.
        I remember thinking that from my viewpoint and with the way they were situated, it looked like a little wiggling foot was growing out of his chest.
        I followed his lead and did the same with her left ankle and we began.

        Her thrashing before was nothing compared to the fit she threw, but there was no way she was getting free. The “under the arm” hold worked perfectly and I was able to concentrate on the job at hand (or the job at foot, so to speak. There’s something about tickling that lends itself to puns!)

        Her foot was so small and soft – perfect for tickling! I loved watching it close up – her sole scrunching up, her toes wiggling madly, and that poor foot trying so hard to escape.
        Brad was laughing, “Make sure to get in between her toes – it’s her favorite!”
        I don’t really think it was her favorite, but I know I had fun sliding my fingers between them and feeling her reaction.
        Since I was facing away from her, I couldn’t see Stephanie’s facial reactions, but I loved hearing her combination of laughing, screaming and begging.
        Brad was quite good at teasing her (practice makes perfect, I guess!) He’d say “Steph, tell me you love it and I’ll stop!”
        She yelled back “Stop! I HATE it!!”
        then he’d say “Okay, since you you didn’t do as I said, I’ll keep going!
        Her shriek went up another octave, with “Okay, Okay, I love it!!”
        “Well, since you love it, we should keep going then!”

        At that point, I felt torn. We had been going at it for around fifteen minutes.
        The three boys were having a great time.
        Stephanie, not so much.
        Her laughter was becoming more desperate and hysterical. Her resistance had weakened to almost nothing. Even her begging was sounding more feeble.
        I think Brad and my brother were oblivious to it, but I was very aware.

        On the one hand, I was loving it and didn’t want it to stop.
        On the other hand, it was most definitely torture for her, no question. The Geneva Convention would have tried us for war crimes!
        On the other hand, when would I get another opportunity like this?
        On the other hand, she did nothing to deserve this torment.
        On the other hand, it’s just tickling!
        On the other hand, how would I feel if I were in her shoes (or not in her shoes, as it were! There I go again)
        On the other hand, she’s laughing!
        On the other hand, she’s sobbing, too.
        On the other hand, this is so much fun!

        Well, that day the devil on my shoulder won the battle over the angel.
        We kept it up for another five minutes or so with just a few breaks.
        Then Brad wrapped it up.
        “We’ll stop, if you promise not to tell Mom & Dad,… deal? If not, we’ll keep going!”
        Stephanie wailed “Stop! Stop! I won’t tell!”
        “okay, then” and he slapped the bottom of her foot and let her go.
        My brother and I followed his lead.
        She laid there for about ten minutes, recovering.
        We all went down to the boat shortly after, joining the other kids that were already there.
        All was quickly forgotten (I guess – I still remember it vividly!)

        Sorry for the rambling – I thought it was going to be a quick little story!
        Thanks for your indulgence!

        My next Adventure in Tickle Torture was by far the most involved and intense – and the shoe was on the other foot!

    • Hey Bill, all of your stories are awsome and you are such a great writter! Are you still here, to answer some Good “tickling questions”?:)

  • My wife is super ticklish, especially her feet. i have talked my stepdaughters into helping me get her on a couple of occasions, where i will hold her arms down, one of them sits on her legs to attack her under arms and the other gets her feet. Hilarious to get her laughing that hard. But here recently one of her best friends told me she wants in on the action, so we have an attack planned out with her and one of the girls where they can get her feet really good together…we have all decided this needs to be the worst tickling shes ever received. Hope it goes according to plan!

  • Absolutely!
    When it comes to Tickle Torture, it much MUCH better to Give than it is to Receive!!

  • I learned first hand years ago how much worse it is to receive. I will try to keep it as brief as I possibly can!

    Back in High School (in the early ’80s) I was a junior. In Choir, I occasionally sat near Martha, a freshman. Every so often we would playfully tickle each other, (a squeeze of the knee here, a poke in the sides there) nothing too serious. One day, completely out of the blue, she leaned over and told me she’d love to have me tied to her bed without a shirt on and tickle me. I kid you not! I don’t remember what I said – I may have just stared at her in shock and mumbled no thanks. I couldn’t believe it. Who says something like that? I was already a little shy about liking tickling how I did, so it caught me totally by surprise.

    I thought about it later.
    Would I love to have her in the same position, and tickle her half to death?
    Did it take guts for her to ask me that?
    Was I a little curious what it would be like?
    Did I feel bad about hurting her feelings?
    Would I regret never trying?
    Was the likelihood of getting another chance like this slim to none?
    What if I wasn’t that ticklish? It wouldn’t be a big deal, right?
    If I wanted to do it to others, shouldn’t I know what it’s like?
    It’s just tickling, it can’t be that bad, right?

    Since The answer to all of the above questions was “Absolutely!”, the next choir class (a few days later) I decided to ask her if the offer still stood. I half expected her to coolly laugh it off, say she was joking, etc. to save face. Instead, she just said “great – how about after school today?” as nonchalantly as if I had asked for help on a homework assignment. I didn’t know at the time if she was socially awkward or if she was just extremely confident (or both!), but now I had committed.
    I had practice after school that day, so we decided on a few days later.
    (I should have skipped practice and gotten it over with that day, because the suspense killed me for the following few days!)

    When the day came, I drove her to her house (she normally took the bus.) Her parents both worked and didn’t get home till after 5:30, so to be safe we agreed that I’d leave to go home no later than 5:00. Her brother was in college and sister Judy was a popular senior at the school & was hardly ever at home, so we’d have the house to ourselves. After having a glass of water and going to the bathroom, we went right to her room. I said “Well, here goes nothing!”, took my shirt off and laid down on her single bed. She was already prepared and quickly got to work, wrapping a thick rope around my right wrist about six times. I raised my arm up over my head, thinking I’d be “spread eagle” on the bed. Instead, with my arm still over my head, she pulled my wrist toward the left side and wrapped the remainder of the rope thru a slat in the headboard. She then did the same thing with my left wrist, tying it off toward the right part of the headboard. Even though I was as nervous as I could be, she was casually going about her business, explaining to me that my position stretched me out better and would make for better tickling. When she was done, my biceps were pressed against my head, pinning it in place, with my eyes forced to look at my bare armpits, just inches away.
    At that point I realized that I was completely helpless. She could hurt me, rob me, even kill me, and I couldn’t have stopped her. I was pretty confident she just wanted to tickle me, but can you ever be totally sure?

    I didn’t have long to ponder that question, as she climbed on top of me and got to work. She started lightly, stroking my ribs up and down like a xylophone. I pressed my lips together, determined not to break. (On a side note, why do we do that? It seems universal, but we end up breaking anyway, so why try?) She looked down at me, and still to this day I can see her evil smile! She toyed with me – playing with my armpit hair, lightly stroking from my wrists to right about my underarm, stroking under my chin – all while I squirmed, flutter kicked, grunted and deeply breathed.
    Then she got serious.
    I’d like to say she couldn’t break me.
    Or at least that I held out for a long time.
    Or that I took it like a man.
    If I said any of those things, I’d be lying.
    In less than a minute (probably less than 30 seconds!) she had me laughing my head off. Then screaming. Then begging. Then blubbering.
    I bucked her off me several times, till she got off me and tied my ankles to the lower bedposts. I appreciated the break in the tickling, as brief as it was.
    She got back on top of me and resumed her work. I still bucked, but now in my stretched position I couldn’t shake her off.
    If I ever had any doubts that tickling could indeed be torture, they were erased that day my junior year. She tickle tortured every square inch, from my hips to my wrists. My armpits were probably the worst, but not by much! As soon as my reactions became less violent in one area, she moved to another. When she’d come back to that same area later, it would be just as sensitive as before. About the only time she let up was either when I was choking or not breathing at all. I think being a cross country runner made it worse for me, because I think I would have passed out. I begged and pleaded with her when I could. I don’t know why I did – she’d just tickle harder afterwards.
    There was no question SHE was having fun! She laughed at my pathetic reactions now & again, but mostly just had that wicked smile on her face, like she was a Spanish Inquisitor.

    After an eternity, thru my mental haze, I thought I heard a voice asking what was going on? Martha jumped off Judy was in the room, with her hands on her hips, staring daggers at Martha. Martha hemmed a bit, but then told her I agreed to it. She asked me if I did, and even though I wanted to lie, I said that I didn’t think it’d be like this. Then Judy dashed my hopes and said that in that case, carry on – but be done before 5:30. Martha jumped back on my chest and attacked my armpits yet again. When she stopped after a minute or two, I saw that Judy was still in the doorway, watching. I was embarrassed – she was popular, and I don’t think she even knew who I was (it is a big school)
    Martha said “What?”
    Judy replied, “Nothing – just watching. You going to get his feet?”
    “No, his ribs and armpits are ticklish”
    “Well, just because your feet aren’t very ticklish doesn’t mean HIS aren’t”
    “Here” she said, as she sat on my right ankle and took off my sock
    “Tickle Tickle Tickle!” she teased, as she ran her nails up and down my bare foot.
    Even though I was completely exhausted, I screamed and thrashed around yet again.
    Martha plopped down on my left ankle, removed that sock, and joined her sister.
    I truly was in tickle hell.
    They tickled non stop for almost ten minutes.
    They didn’t push all my toes back, but they did each grab a big toe, pulled them way back, and with their free hands scribbled all over my stretched soles.
    After about ten minutes, Martha got bored (I guess) tickling just my foot. She climbed back on my stomach to again get my hips and ribs, while Judy moved to the foot Martha left.
    After another eternity, I felt them getting off and untying me. Not out of mercy, but it was 5:15.
    I was tortured for almost two hours1

    • It took me a couple of minutes to recover and regain my senses – I was exhausted, dizzy and felt a little nauseous. My ribs were sore and my arms were achy as I put my shirt on, and My feet still felt tingly when I put my socks & shoes back on.
      When I got downstairs, Martha asked if I had fun.
      I told her (with a Very raspy voice!) that it was torture.
      We bantered back and forth a bit, with her trying to set up a time to get me again.
      No way was I going to willingly go thru that again!
      By the time I got back to my house, I was fine – physically.
      Mentally, I was still in a state of shock!
      It was torture and I wanted it to stop – yet it was also funny and fun!
      I was panicked and desperate, but I knew deep down it was all in fun.
      I don’t want to go thru it ever again – but I’m glad I did it once. It was a rush!
      It was good to learn what tickle victims experience first hand.

      Caryn, Until I discovered this blog, I always thought Martha was just a bit strange, a socially awkward girl with an overwhelming desire to tickle torture. Now, years later, that I’ve read so many different accounts with similar themes, I have an alternative theory.
      I would bet that Martha, just like Caryl, was frequently held down and tickle tortured by Judy and her brother. But unlike Caryl, she wasn’t resigned to just being the recipient. She probably wanted to be the one giving the tickling. Since she could never get her revenge against them, she went looking for other suckers, like me! I have no idea if she ever got anyone else in her clutches, but I have no doubt she did. I’m also sure she would babysit on occasion – woe to those poor kids!

    • Wow! That’s awesome man!!! I would have loved to have that happen to me!!! I would have been broken too, if that Was me haha!!

  • I need a new tickle victim anyone interested in being mercilessly worked over like when we were kids email me

  • Caryn,

    About how old was she the last time you & your siblings really “got” Caryl?
    Meaning more than just a little tickle here or there, but pinning her down and really torturing her?

  • What a shame! I guess that’s the way it normally goes. It seems childish, so it just fades away. It makes sense if you really hated being tickled or if you aren’t ticklish anymore after a certain age. But it’s interesting, because a lot of the time people’s ticklishness doesn’t fade – just the tickling does!

    • Mine has never gone away, and periodically, I still get attacked by one of the guys is the family. I try to warn them that I kick…but the must have decided that it’s worth the risk. lol

  • It’s most definitely worth the risk! But they need to reduce the risk and attack you all at once! It’s much more fun tickle torturing someone who’s helpless than it is tickling someone who can defend herself 🙂

  • Do your siblings read this blog?
    If it were to come up at a Family Reunion or other get together, what to you think the chances would be that you guys would gang up on Caryl and recreate the “old times?”
    I know YOU’D be game 🙂 And from what you’ve said, Caryl wasn’t traumatized, so she might be willing. But what about your other siblings? Do you think that would seem too “childish” a thing to them?

  • Oh my lord i loved reading these stories! Had me laughing just remembering what we used to put my own sister through! Caryn, when yall would tickle her as she was pinned down and defenseless, do you just focus on one spot to tickle, or are you kind of the rapid fire, tickle for a few seconds then switch to somewhere else type? Like, quick couple pokes to ribs, up to the pits, ribs, etc? Does that make any sense lol?

  • Ohhhhh my GAWD!! So yall would tickle each spot all at once?! How did she survive??? Thats enough to kill a really ticklish person!!

  • Corienne were you the victim of a tickle torture or you inflict it?

    • Not sure who Corienne is, but I think you mean Caryn…everybody gets it wrong, lol. I have been the victim many times, but with my little sister, I was one of the torturers!!!

      • lol no Corienne is a reply to this on march 17 i was asking her if she was ever a victim.,,,you i love how you tortured your little sister. you said you were one of the main ones did you ever get her alone? or always with help?

  • Im the youngest of all my older brothers and sisters and i get tickled a lot. One time, i was spending time with my older cousin Claire and her boyfriend eric in kamloops. i was always scaring claire and she got me back when my friend and i were laying down. i was on my back, eric grabbed my arms and claire was figuring out where my ticklish spots were. she hit the jackpot for about 10 minutes. she was tickle clawing my ribs and i would scream of laughter. my ribs are very senstive and it made it worse that she had long nails. ske kept saying “aww are you ticklish bebe? im gonna get you! im gonne get you!” it made me really mad. but cousins do know your weak side. always remember that.





    • definitely the tickling.

      • What’s your reasoning for choosing the tickling?

        • We didn’t need a reason. It was a matter of opportunity.

          • I meant what was your reasoning for choosing tickling over being tied up.

          • Oh sorry. I think I would go crazy being tied up and left. I’d rather take my chances getting tickled, and trying to escape.

          • Caryn, you’ve been tied up before? 😮

          • Not tied up. Held down is more like it. My grandson Caalab was here for his cousin Josh’s graduation, and he grabbed my feet in a vice-like grip and tickled unmercifully for about five minutes. He is too big to fight these days. UGH!!

          • Wouldn’t you ne able to escape being tied up Caryn?

          • So between being tickle tortured for a full HOUR, and bound and gagged for multiple hours, you’d choose tickle torture since you can at least try to escape?

            How about a choice between… tied up and tickle tortured (so no chance to escape) for a half hour, or just plain tied up and gagged for a full hour before being set free?

  • Loved this story Caryn! And all of the other stories as well. Here is a devious question mwahaha. So there is a helpless, very ticklish pair of feet trapped to where you can’t see the victim, just hear her maniacal laughter as you torture her. How long do you get the feetsies before you show mercy? Foreeeeever?! Lol

    • Oh…that’s a tough how. I suppose until they can’t breathe!!

      • Of course! I was just like you in my younger years. I say that like i am ancient but i am only 43 lol. But my youngest sister, Rebecca, has the most ticklish feet on the planet, and my sisters and i took great pleasure using this for our benefit, or entertainment lol, growing up. When it came time to do chores or wash dishes, all i would have to say outloud to the others is “I really don’t feel up to washing dishes…i think i’d rather…tickle some feet.” And Rebecca would jump up and run right to the sink lol. She would look over her shoulder at me and i’d just tickle the air with my nails, and she’d turn right back around to the dishes. I know it was mean. But when it actually came time to get her, we would pin her on her stomach, and i would sit right on her ankles, facing her feet and let her beg for a couple of minutes, then just start to whisper “tickle tickle tickle”….her begging would get more desperate, faster, more urgent. I’d slowly raise the volume of my voice. “Tickle tickle…its coming Rebecca. Stop struggling…i am almost there…a couple of inches away till i get ya.” She would be pleading, giggling, then it was time. I would attack those patas until she was howling with laughter, threatening to pee lol. I was sadistic.

  • Reading some of these stories, makes me remember how my 3 older siblings loved to torment me when I was growing up. I can’t stop laughing now, just like then. I am not sure if I was the most ticklish, but I was the easiest target, and dreaded being tickled. My siblings enjoyed the mind games as much as the tickling. My sisters would let me know they were going to get me and leave my one escape route, which was set up so when I would run, it would take me to my brother who was waiting for me. I was then dragged without my feet touching the floor, squirming and begging for mercy. They just laughed off the begging & yelled “Let’s paint her Red!” which was they called my tickle torture. I was quickly pinned me down flat on my back, totally helpless. I was ticklish on my sides and under arms, but they realized very quickly that, the soundless laughter and tears came when they discovered an area on my belly. Two would pick an arm to sit on and the 3rd would sit over my knees so I couldn’t roll over on my back. All 3 had free hands to tickle with and loved to ask “Is that belly ticklish?,” knowing I was laughing too hard & gasping to breath and answer them, so they just kept going. Their goal was for my face to be beet red and wouldn’t stop until my belly matched my cheeks. That’s why they called it “Painting me Red”!
    Summer time was the worst with the shorter clothes. I hated the little summer halter/bubble tops, which left my most ticklish spot showing. When my Mom put them out for me to wear, I knew I was going to be ganged up on & pinned down on my back at some point that day. Once they had you held down, they loved to taunt you with baby talk to build the suspense. That, plus most of my clothes were hand me downs, so they used to be my older sisters! There was one good thing that happened with the hand me downs, if you care to know!?!

    • Yes I would love to know lol. I would have helped your sisters holding you down. Are your feet ticklish Michelle? Or just upper body?

    • There always seems to be one “victim” in tickle torture families. The others might get it once in a while, but it just isn’t as fun for everyone as the main “victim” is.

  • I was somewhat ticklish on my feet, but not as much as upper body. Plus they could sit on my knees and I could kick like crazy and not disrupt them! They focused on my worst spot. And Caryn, do you know what summer clothes I am referring too? I have a feeling you know all about hand me downs having that many sisters.

  • they sound merciless..what type of summer clothes?

  • LOL, yes Mark they were quite merciless! They called it “painting her red” because there was no time limit, they kept going until several spots were bright red and took a while to wear off. They didn’t need your help pinning me down, but if one of their friends was there, they had no problem using an extra set of hands, thats when they would get my feet as well. What do you mean, which ones?

    • When you said caryns you know which summer clothes I am referring to…I said which ones because I was confused. There a certain type of summer clothes that make it worse? Between your upper body and feet being tickled you had to have been Amess lol. I toretired my sister growing up. But her feet was her worse spot. We were latch key kids so no one was home to help her and after school..7 and 8th grade through highschool , she was MERCILESSLY tickled. One time her friend was over I had her help. I had my sister face down sitting on the back of her legs as time tickled her feet. Seemed like it was way worse for my sister. Idk if it was the nails or what but she was going nuts. So after that at least 2 to 3 times a week from 7th grade through high school I held my sister As Tina tortured her feet. All tickles lasted a good 10 to 20 min. Lol was a lot of fun.

  • Wow Mark THAT sounds like a great way of spending your free time after school, But why did your sister KEEP TAKINg her home aFTER school if she knew that you and her would torture her with tickling? And didnt she got very ANGRY On you and Her friend?

  • The summer clothes that exposed my ticklish spots they loved to get. The tops, halter or bubble tops is what we called them. There was no way I was getting away with wearing one with out them getting me. It was an invitation to torment their sister on a boring summer day. Caryn, maybe you explain better what they are.

    • My sister didn’t actually take her home. She camed over a lot after school because they were friends. she definitely had some of the more ticklish feet I have ever seen. I could just see you michelle turning colots and going silent. I would have enjoyed watching them torment you 🙂

  • Mark, That Sounds great, Do you think she came over just because she wanted to tickle her or because she wanted to hang out with her?;)

    Also, which one of you and your sisters friend were the one that mostly “started up” the tickling and when you had started, did you gave her breaks or did you tickle non stop?

  • They were friends. But we seemed to just gang up on my sister. I gave her short breaks but after a goOD solid 2 min of straight tickling. I was afraid of killing her lol. Her Friend Tina seemed to really an joy it. Michelle did you get Any breaks and then they would start up again?

  • Yes they would give me a minute to catch my breath and taunt me about being in a helpless situation. Tell me how red my cheeks were since I couldn’t see them. Ty and coax me to look how red my belly was

  • I love that type of tickling between girls, very ruthless lol

  • oh and the good thing about the hand me down clothes, I eventually got to hand them down to my little sister, who came along when I was 6!

  • Yes, but i wasn’t nearly as merciless t her as my siblings were to me. Partly did it to keep it from happening to me. Plus i did realize how the summer clothes made a little sister a target

  • yes i can see that being a target. wish i was around to see your sisters torturing you :)..i would have loved every min of that 🙂 they sound very ruthless

  • Which part of your upper body was your worse spot Michelle?

  • Mark, DID you and Tina tickle your sisters upper body AS well or just her feets? Also, Did your sister EVEr Tickled tina back As ReVANGE?

  • from what i seen tina only tickled her feet

  • I just tickled the beJesus out of my friend. He was going bonkers!

  • I’m extremely ticklish!!! Would any ladies here, take Advantage of that?! Lol! I loved reading all these comments, I’m into tickling, I love it!!!

  • Caryn,
    This past weekend reminded me of something I wanted to ask you about earlier.
    Was at a Family Reunion and I saw a small group of my nephews/nieces/cousins twice removed? (roughly about 10-15 years old) wrestling and generally horsing around. There was a little tickling thrown in, but nothing like the full blown, pinned down and tickle torturing discussed here. Do you think younger generations, with all their gadgets and internet distractions (not to mention all the non stop anti-bullying messages) are less motivated to torment their siblings or cousins? Do you see the same level now as you did when you guys were having your fun with Caryl?

    • I absolutely do. My grandsons “attack” me whenever they can, and since they are now in their late teens and twenties, the definitely win…no matter how much a scream!!

      • Excellent – It’s good to know the “tickling torch” is being passed down! I didn’t realize your grandsons got you so frequently. You’ve got quite the tickling gene in your family!

  • Do your grandsons just attack you randomly?
    Or do they ever “gang up” and torture you like you and your siblings did with Caryl?

  • I agree with Bill. It’s really good that the tickling is still handed down. The funny thing is that parents even seem to really be delighted if you tickle one of their young ones. First time this happened to me is when I was in my mid twenties.i was freshly married. Didn’t have any kids off my own yet. But friends of church who were over to us for dinner had two young TEENAGE daughters. They both were beautiful girls. The older one, probably around thirteen at the time, was really skinny. She had a very cute face but almost all the time a Stern serious look on her face. I used that as an excuse to give her quick tickles to her sides saying that she should lighten up. Then both her parents said to me that this one would need a really good tickling from me. She would definitely need to laugh more. With that outspoken clear approval of her parents I didn’t hesitate much. I grabbed her and quickly pinned her down to the ground with her hands above her head. She protested a little bit, but mainly pretendED, AS if she didn’t care. But I knew that she was ticklish and so I slowly started on her vulnerable sides. For a while she tried to suppress her laughter but after only a few seconds I hit a good spot at her sides. It was so beautiful to see that usual serious look on her face slowly disappear and giving way to a bright beautiful smile. As her WHITE teeth started to show there ALREADY escaped a happy giggle. “Come on”, I said. “You can do better then that.” I started to taunt her a little bit with coochie coos as I was prodding her open armpits. “Just let it all out”, I laughed. And as well her parents cheered over saying that JESSIE would have an excuse to laugh after all. The young girl fruitlessly tried to hold the laughter in but couldn’t any longer. With my index finger now drawing small circles in her left arm pit she couldn’t take it any longer. She bubbled over with gleeful laughter. We all were happy to see JESSIE laugh out with nothing holding her back any more. So I kept up the tickling looking for other good spots on her delicate body. The ribs worked pretty well getting her laugh out really loud. AND she had a very sensitive spot on her hip bone. I tickled her there for the first time completely OUT of breath. After a few minutes I called over to Jessie’s mom asking her if Jessie’s feet were ticklish as well. With a wink SHE said she wouldn’t really know so i just WOULD HAVE to try. With a smile I turned the skinny girl easily on her belly moving down to sit on her legs. I then started to scribble My fingers all over her small feet. She almost immediately started to laugh and protest. “Please not the feet”, she cried. “Come on, you LOVE it”, her mom replied. And her father asked me too to give her feet a real good tickling. Jessie would not stop begging me to stop all the while laughing her head off. She really had ticklish feet and definitely couldn’t take it to have them tickled non Stop for several minutes. But at the same time she saw the humor in Ruhe while Situation AND probably was just really HAPPY to have an excuse to laugh out loud in public. The same evening I got a text from her saying that thanks to me, her dad would be tickling her now all the time at home. When I replied that she should thank me for that I just got back A smiley with it’s tongue sticking out.

  • Caryn very Interesting story. I would love to share one I heard came across.

    My cousin had a muslim friend and she Used to always wear coveRed shoes , in summer sneAkers and winter boots.
    So My cousin got curious and one day tOld hEr that she needs help in hEr work and requires to be done for a good reason. It was summer break and she invited her over.

    That day she came after jogGing so it was good for my cousin.

    She made her Sit on a chair and told her that she needs to bound her legs. But she needed to geT idea to keEp hands tied up too. So she told her thAt if she could raise her arms it will give her proper Results. Her muslim friend agreed to everything naively.

    So then sHe took Her shoes off , Felt thr warm socks and was excited to take them Off. as She tool thEm off she felt that these were the Perfect feet.

    So when she Pretended as doing a Test she tickked and her reaction was Priceless.

    After that she teased her and staRTed ticklIng her feeT. She went Nuts
    Super sensitive feet ! Haha

    BY the way, WouLd your feet be mOre tICklish if tHey were warm/sweaty after takiNg shOes and socks off? 🙂

  • Caryn, when was the last time you tickle Tortured anyone? AND does your sisters still ENJOY tickling people?:)

  • Was caryl ever naked when you tickled her? If so, what were the circumstances? I have four sisters and we routinEly tickle tortured Tammy who was the second youngest. We would try to catch her get into the shower. Other times we just held her down and stripped her naked before tickling her. My sisters and I knew that tickling bare skin is much more effective. Plus the added bonus of our victim feeling that much more vulnerable.

  • Karen are you very ticklish? if so where?

  • What a great blog post this is, it fells good to hear that tickling is still going on in families. When I was younger, I got tickled a lot by my friends. My worst memory of this was on a bus trip when I was ten. A good friend to me, that knew how ticklish I was, decided to tickle the shit out of me. I was trying to protect me but his fingers were everywhere on my upper body. I tried talking him into stopping but he was loving it and he didn’t care about my situation anyway. After about 10 minutes of torture I managed to “break free”. He then told our other friend to hold me down for him but luckily for me he didn’t, I would probably have gone insane!

    Please share more tickling memories folks, I am sure some of you still have stories of tickling that you can share!

  • Thats true Caryn, IT’S a fun memory to look back at Even though it Really was torture for me when it HAPPEND… My friend Was strong, non-TICKLISH And loved to tickle others WHILE I WAS much Weaker And ticklish ALl over my body, so i guess I was the PERFECt VICTim for him 😉

  • SORRY for my big letters, IT’S my PHONE thats cracking upp

  • omg I love your stories! WEll as the youngest of seven I am always the one who got the torture… I have 4 older brothers en 2 older sisters and my brothers are ridiculisly strong (Or I’m just not strong enough). I only live with my youngest brother and sister, but we spend a lot of time with our whole family.
    My brothers like to tickle me the most, mostly for teasing me, when I’m sad or mad or when I refuse to do something. For example, we were talking about relationships becuase my brother got engaged the other day and we were talking about my brothers and sisters in law, when my second oldest brother asked me if I had a boyfriend. I (truthfully) said no, but he didn’t want to believe me. Before I knew it, he had pinned me down on the floor and was tickling me. He said he would go on until I told him the truth. So that went on for a little while… But he stopped when he saw that I was telling the truth, which was after a few minutes.
    They sometimes just poke my sides or something like that, we rarely have ticklefights anymore. But when all seven of us are together… well it happens…
    Or yesterday, I was just laying on the couch watching a movie, which my brother didn’t really like, so he was bored. And what do you do when you’re bored? Tickle your sister ofcours! Well I was all shades of red when he was done, he knows all my sweetspots and looooves to torment them… but it does bring us closer together, so that’s nice!
    again, loved to read al yalls stories!

  • Caryn, here is a tricky question. Out of all “ticklers” that has written in this thread, who gets the price as the most ruthless one and why??

    • Oh my. I would have to re-read them…and there are hundreds. As I recall, there were some who tied their victims up and went for the feet. Whew!! I would have a major breakdown.

  • Haven’t stopped by on a while and laughing at some of the new additions. One thing I would like to hear from the victims, the tickling was certainly bad enough. But a close 2nd was being pinned down. That too me was almost as bad as the tickles, especially because I was always outnumbered by 3 or 4. I remember the struggling I would do as the dragged me to the middle of the room. Once they got me down, I would get my arms free, only for them to be caught 1 by 1 and held down. Hearing them laughing the whole time and enjoying my plight was one of the parts I hated the most. Once they were sitting over your legs, I had no chance of rolling over. So how bad was pin down in the whole process? Who did the coordination of it?

    • I believe your the one who got painted red? lol…i can see why the pin down is as bad as the tickling. you do not know when they would stop. your completely at their mercy and can do nothing to stop the torture 🙂

  • I would love to experience your foot tickling skills though I am sure I would go crazy in the process! LOL Such a FANTASTIC blog


  • Love the new additions since last I’ve visited!

    I still enjoy reading all the stories. Whether giving, receiving, or
    just watching the tickling – each story is unique, but with the common
    thread of helpless torture running throughout.

    Since getting pinned down and tickled in childhood is so common, I’ve
    often wondered why it’s so rare as adults. A stray tickle here and there,
    but never the full on, pinned down torture.

    Being less ticklish as we get older is probably part of it, but a lot of
    people are still very sensitive (myself included!) so that can’t be the
    whole reason.

    You would think friends or family members would at least occasionally
    horse around or re-enact the fun times they had as kids, but I’ve not
    read about it (or experienced it) – till now. I apologize in advance
    for the length of the story. I know I tend to ramble, but I think the
    details are the fun part!

    Just this past weekend, my wife’s family got together to celebrate their
    Mom’s 79th Birthday. It was just the grown kids – the grand kids (also
    grown) couldn’t make it.

    There are four siblings – 2 of which live out of town, so it’s a bit of
    a special occasion when we all can be together. It was Friday night,
    and the 2 “out of towners” had especially long days, having a 4-5 hour

    Since there are so many people involved, here is the “cast of characters”

    A) Betsy, the oldest sibling, and Jim, her husband – from out of town
    B) Mary, the next oldest, and her husband Matt – from out of town
    C) Jay, the second youngest, and his wife Kim
    D) Laurie, my wife, the youngest, and me (Bill)

    As a bit of background, they’re an Irish family, so all pretty close in
    age – from Betsy, 52, to Laurie, 47. My wife said there wasn’t any
    tickling to speak of in their family growing up, so that made this all
    the more unusual.

    We had just gotten back to the parent’s home from dinner out and were
    just sitting around and talking, with the TV on in the background. Jim
    was stretched out laying face down on the floor and had fallen asleep.
    And that’s when the fun began. After a bit, Betsy straddled Jim’s
    ankles and began to lightly tickle his socked feet. Jim grunted a bit
    and wiggled, but that was about it. Betsy was giggling (perhaps a
    little too much wine at dinner) then whispered to Kim that Jim was
    ticklish and to help her out. (Kim & Betsy, even though they weren’t
    biological sisters, were as close or even closer than the ones she grew
    up with.) But before Kim could get on top of Jim, Betsy began to pull
    off his sock, which made Jim bolt up. (Another bit of
    background – Jim is 6’2″ and around 200+ lbs., and Betsy is about 5’6″
    and 130lbs.) You can guess how this ended.

    Jim quickly got Betsy in
    a bear hug, tickled her sides and got her face down on the carpet.
    They had totally switched places in a matter of seconds. He
    placed the pillow he was laying on under her feet and sat on her ankles.
    He slowly ran one finger up and down each socked foot. Betsy twitched
    and let out a little squeak, but that was it. I had no idea if she was
    ticklish or not. I couldn’t see her face from where I was sitting, but
    I was guessing she was trying to fight it. My assumption proved correct,
    based on her reaction when he started to peel her left ankle sock off.
    “Jim! Don’t you dare! You stop this instant! I’m serioooeeeeeeeek!”
    Simultaneously, the toes on her exposed foot wiggled and scrunched and
    her back arched like she was jolted with an electric shock.

    That’s one of curiosities of tickling – why some are almost hyper ticklish,
    while others are not ticklish at all? Betsy is over 50, she runs 3 to 4
    marathons a year, and runs almost every day. By all accounts, she shouldn’t
    be at all ticklish (at least on her feet). Yet there she was, laughing and
    reacting like a middle-schooler in so many of these stories here.

    Jim tickled her in an almost detached manner. His facial expression hardly
    changed at all as he went slowly up & down her bare sole, then in a figure 8,
    then dipping a finger in between her clenched toes, then methodically
    starting all over again – always at the same tempo.
    Betsy’s responses were anything but detached. She alternated between
    twisting & flailing around to pounding her fists on the carpeting. The
    funniest reaction was when Jim went between her toes – her legs twitched
    so fast, it was almost like they were vibrating!

    After a minute or two of fun with her left foot, he peeled off her right
    sock. Betsy redoubled her efforts to break loose, without luck. Jim
    repeated his same routine on her right sole and got an identical reaction
    from his victim. Shortly after he began on the newly exposed foot,
    Kim couldn’t resist joining in on the fun. She sat on Betsy’s lower back
    and began taunting her. “Betsy! I had no idea you were so ticklish!
    This is what you get for trying to tickle Jim!”

    As a result of all her struggling, Betsy’s blouse had risen up her torso
    a bit, exposing her sides. Kim took advantage of this and squeezed &
    poked around her hips. Betsy didn’t seem to appreciate this additional
    assault, as she whipped her arms about, striking Kim and trying to buck
    her off. After about 30 seconds of being pummeled, Kim called on me to
    help out. She didn’t have to ask twice, as I quickly grabbed Betsy’s
    wrists and pulled her arms straight out over her head, pinning them down
    on the carpeting. It looked like Betsy was about to curse me out when
    Kim attacked her ribs.

    Throughout the first part of this fun, I was sitting on a couch, facing
    Betsy’s feet, and couldn’t see her facial reactions. Now, however, I was
    inches from her face, and it was hilarious. The moment Kim’s wiggling
    fingers hit her ribs, Betsy’s eyes practically popped out of her head.
    She tried to lower her arms to protect herself, but I held tight.
    (And it wasn’t easy – she’s strong and pulled with all she had!) Being
    unable to move much of anything else, she thrashed her head back and
    forth. The difference in the sister and the sister -in-law’s faces was
    striking. Betsy’s – a mixture of panic, anguish, fear and laughter.
    And right above her was Kim’s – a smirk of focused, wicked dedication.

    Betsy’s raspy laughing & begging drew a crowd – the entire family had now
    gathered around and was enjoying the spectacle. They were all laughing more
    than Betsy! Everyone really seemed to get a kick out of her hair whipping
    around when Kim (or Jim – I assume he was continuing to work over her feet,
    I just couldn’t see) hit a particularly sensitive spot.
    Unfortunately, after only a few more minutes of her torture, Betsy played
    the “I have to pee!” card. Kim kept tickling for a bit, then reluctantly
    got off her after the parents said they didn’t want to clean up any mess.

    A disheveled Betsy staggered to her feet and quickly put her socks back on.
    Everyone was laughing and making fun of her, both for being so ticklish and
    for bringing it upon herself. Everyone also agreed that you didn’t want to
    get on the wrong side of Jim or Kim – they were brutal!

    I apologize again for the length of this post. Even though it was a fairly
    brief incident (the whole thing start to finish was less than ten minutes)
    it was a memorable one!

  • I have always been a huge tickle fan, I have a few stories! I have a huge thing for tickling Women’s feet in pantyhose. That makes it even worse for the ticklee!!

    • Never thought about that. My feet are so ticklish that I can’t imagine it being worse.

      • It started for me with a family friend. She would go to dance and THEY would come over after we were close in age. When we were in our basement I would get her and pin her down tickling her feet without mercy, till she had tears from laughing so much. She would be mad after but it happened often. I had bunk beds at the time when she would fall asleep I would pull back the covers and tickle her stocking feet, it didn’t take much to get her to twitch. I have more and better stories if interested

  • I would love to hear more tickling STories from you “guess”!

    • My first girlfriend when she found out about this, would purposely wear stockings and would let me tickle her. After a few times I convinced her to let me restrain her arms above her head. She came over after working as a hostess at a restaurant, my folks were out. Anyway I sat on her ankles and she knew what was Coming, she started giggling and begging right off the bat as soon as my fingers hot her stocking feet she was trying to buck me off but taunted me saying THAT’S all you got. I let her laugh and go nuts till she kept taunting me. I started tickling her knees and they weren’t as bad as her feet I didn’t get the reaction I wanted she became more of a brat. I got off walked out, and came back in with a hair brush. She really didn’t care because she had no clue till it hit her feet she wailed begged and pleaded it was such a turn on to see her like that. I kept going and she just begged saying I’ll do whatever you want just STOP. Not sure I’m allowed to say the rest but used you imagination

  • It’s been a little over a year since I first found this AMAZING blog post and all the great responses that have been added over time. Over the last year, I’ve checked in regularly and seen the thread continue to grow, and have really enjoyed reading new comments as they’ve been added. Someone asked Caryn the question, “From those who have commented, who would you rank as the most diabolical tickler?” (My own paraphrase, but something like that.) Answering the question as I would answer it for myself, Helena and Farrah immediately came to mind. They commented several years before I even found this post, so I was disappointed I’d missed the possibility of ever talking with them. It’s obvious they’ve moved on and have probably already forgotten about this thread. Being single, I don’t have much opportunity for tickling, though I’ve loved it all my life. Not boohoo-ing about it, just stating a fact. It’s a bit crazy, but there are times when I have a REALLY strong desire to get ahold of some ticklish feet and just tickle and tickle! Of course not just feet, but ribs and armpits are going to get it too! 😉 Weird, the things we can crave sometimes, isn’t it? It would have been nice to chat with Helena and Farrah about it… I have a feeling they could relate! I’ll continue checking in and enjoying all the new additions. Of course, I HAVE to thank Caryn! A big BIG thank you, Caryn, for keeping this thread going!!!

    • Well, you’re welcome Sean!! I had no idea how well this post would go over, when I wrote it. It has been amazing!! Thanks to all who commented and continue to do so.

      • It HAS been an amazing post! WAY beyond what you ever imagined I’m sure! Can you believe it’s been over 6 1/2 years and it’s still going strong? 🙂 Who knew such a simple thing as tickling could be so widely loved and enjoyed? Maybe it’s the solution to all the problems in the world. Students acting up in school? Try tickling. Employees not doing their best? Try tickling. Can’t get your bill passed through Congress? Try tickling. Possibility of war? Try tickling. Hmmm… I may be on to something.

        • Hahahahaha!!! You might be onto something. How do we get something like that passed.

          • Caryn, do you ever get the chance to tickle torture anyone like u did to Caryl nowadays? And if so, against who?

          • These days, I’m usually the victim, lol!! The whole paybacks thing rings in my head, but it doesn’t come from Caryl. My husband, brothers-in-law, nephews, and grandsons at the culprits these days.

  • I completely agree with Sean – this continues to be an AMAZING blog!
    I was hoping to have another story, as the family got together again this past weekend to celebrate Christmas. Unfortunately, even though there was a lot of good-natured joking about Betsy’s previous torment, there was no “Chapter 2” – at least this time. I tried my best to get Betsy into a ticklish situation again and to incite some revenge on Kim, but with no luck. I didn’t want to be obnoxious!

    What about you, caryn? did any of your relatives gang up and get you over the holidays?

  • Hello Caryn! When you all pinned CaryL down during your many tickle attacks, did Caryl ever get herself free fighting yall off, and if so did she get it worse than she would have otherwise? Or would she just give in knowing your gang would not be denied?

    • Oh no!! Not once, that I can think of. It was four against one!! Hahahahahahaha!!

    • I can answer this…..I broke free on a few occasions while they were in the process of pinning me down. I never made it very far, They would chase me down and I would get it much worse, just for making them work a little harder to tickle me! And they were not shy in letting me know how much worse I was going to get it!

  • Wow….soooo many stories from varying perspectives of tickling someone or getting tickled here!! My sisters and i were also all big “ticklers” toward our middle sis abby. Just like Caryl, she was just so funny to tickle to death, so she drew the short straw of being our little victim. And every chance we got to spring our trap, we would. After several times of ganging up on her she knew we weren’t interested in forming a truce or alliance against a different sibling as she would try to do. She was just unbelievably ticklish everywhere, so she was going to get tickled whenever we all needed a good laugh at her expense. There are six of us total, so also like Caryl, she had no chance of defending herself when we took her down. She would also try to run from us, if she caught on quick that we were blocking potential exits or surrounding her giggling at each other. Sometimes she would make it to her room and lock the door before we could reach her, and she would try to bargain on the other side of the door with chores or “yall why don’t we just all tickle “insert name of friend” she is ticklish and i will help.” Noooo we want to get you…and right now you are just putting off whats going to happen and that means we will tickle that much longer. She would just be laughing, nervous we would find a way in as we tried picking the lock. With 5 girls set on tickling you into hysterics, thats alot of hands to pin you down and get you with. The chase was always so fun, as she would get too weak and slow to keep running from laughing before we laid a finger on her. Once we would gently bring her down, she would interlock her fingers and draw her arms into her body like she was praying, so it would take at least two if not three to get her arms up over her head and hands seperated, but when we got them extended, she didn”t have the strength to pull them down so one of us could keep her defenseless and those tickly armpits exposed. I didnt care which part i got as she was ticklish everywhere, but if i ended up at one of her feet, we would roll her over onto her stomach so all each one of us had to do was sit on the back of her calf to trap her and have a foot at your mercy. I would make such a dramatic event out of just removing her shoes and socks lol just to let the tension and suspense build of how badly we were going to tickle the bajesus out of her. Her little feet would just twist and turn and struggle but we would eventually slip off the first shoe, drop it on the floor with a thud, then the other, then ever so slowly, pinch the tip of the sock and pull it off inch by inch until she would feel the cold air letting her know she no longer had any protection. Under her toes she goes insane with laughter/gibberish so i would start teasing her right away. “I think im gonna start on your heels…no, your ankles…nooooo your arch.” Just telling her this would make her toes curl, then i would just shoot right for the magic spot and tickle tickle tickle dig my fingers right under them and just listen to the most wild desperate laughter you have ever heard. We did not care how much she pleaded or begged. We kept up non stop tickling her until she could not breathe, like you said with tears streaming out, her face sore from so much smiling, belly aching from laughter, light headed from oxygen deprevation lol. We just got so caught up we all just kept tickling the poor thing as she would struggle trying to free herself just to get even a few seconds of mercy where she could stop laughing but we were having none of it. She was going to laugh herself silly if we had anything to say about it. We REALLY need to get her again, as its been a few years. She is still deathly ticklish. Thank you for posting this and rekindling my interest in torturing a sibling through tickle torture! Bwahahahaha

    • I agree. you do need to get her. My sister lives in a different town, so I enlisted her husband to get her. Hahahahaha!! It was almost as good as being there. One this our victim should take into consideration, is the fact that they did get a lot of exercise that way. I don’t get the problem!!

    • Love it. Girls can be very cruel to each other when it comes to tickling. Foot tickling I’d the best. Post more stories how you tickled her feet

    • Awesome story Paulina. Hope you come back to the blog with more

  • Heres a question for you Caryn. You and the gang have Caryl held down, helpless, as you giggle approaching her wiggling your long nails closing in on her underarms. I imagine shes already laughing and pleading for dear life brfore you make contact. When you actually get into those pits, tickling without mercy, how long would it take for the tears to follow and her run out of breath?

  • Great story herena, THANKS for charing! My QUEstions to you is: 1. For how long did you and your sisters tickle her if You were alone with her so that nothing could Save her from you? 2. DID you and your sisters tickle tortured anyone else than her? 3. At what age did you and your sisters TICkle her the most? 🙂

  • I can answer this…..I broke free on a few occasions while they were in the process of pinning me down. I never made it very far, They would chase me down and I would get it much worse, just for making them work a little harder to tickle me! And they were not shy in letting me know how much worse I was going to get it!

  • Growing up I experienced similar treatment to Caryl and would often be held down and tickled at length by my older siblings. It was something I absolutely hated but reading through the experiences here I can see how much excitement it brings to those doing the tickling and the tales of torture have really given me a laugh. I hope Caryl has read through this and is able to see the funny side as well!

    • It’s as hard for the torturers to see the other side, as it is he victim, I think. I know that Caryl has read the story, but I don’t know if she has read the comments. I’ll mention it to her. I’m glad they gave you a few laughs.

  • LovinG this thread,methinks your tickling talents are incredible….have you ever tickled Or been tickled wearing nylons/tights?