Madame Hortense awakened from her nap to the sweet sensations of David's fingers still busy about massaging her feet. "Are you ready for your test, love?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," David replied. "Did you just tickle me, or was I dreaming?" she asked suspiciously. "You were dreaming, Mistress," David answered. Madame Hortense cocked her head to one side and eyed him coolly. "I'm not so sure. I think I'd better assess you another hour of tickle time just in case I WASN'T dreaming." "Please, Madame Hortense," David begged, "I swear I didn't tickle you! I was just studying your lovely feet!" "Oh, David, I'm only teasing you," his mistress said with a wave of her hand, "can't you take a joke?...I enjoyed your little massage," she continued, "you certainly have a way with feet. Are you ready for your test?" "Yes, Mistress, I'm ready," he replied. "You've made a thorough study of my feet in exacting detail?" she inquired. "Yes, Mistress, I have." "So if I ask you to kiss a specific location on my feet, you'll know EXACTLY where to kiss me?" "Yes, Mistress." "All right, smarty," she said skeptically, "I'll start you off with an easy one. I want you to kiss the ball of my right foot." David bent and kissed the ball of Madame Hortense's right foot. "Very good, slave, I see you've been studying," Madame Hortense was impressed. "I have said that I have studied, Mistress." "Indeed you have, my love! Now this one's a toughy. I want you to kiss me on the big toenail of my left foot--right smack in the middle." David bent once more and applied his lips to his mistress's left big toenail. "You're one centimeter off, slave," she said in a clipped tone. "YOU haven't done your homework!" "But I kissed you right in the middle of your toenail, Madame Hortense!" David whined. "No you didn't," his mistress exclaimed in the same clipped tone. "And don't you argue with me, young man. I'll spank you if you argue with me again...and give you a tickling besides!" "But I was close, wasn't I, Mistress!" David pleaded his case, "doesn't close count for something?" "Only in horseshoes and hand grenades, my dear. I fine you one hour of tickle-torture for failing to obey orders...and while I'm at it...come lay across my knee!" David was terrified. "Come, come, come," Madame Hortense command him, as a mother would a child. David lay resignedly across Madame Hortense's knee. "I'm going to give you a spanking for arguing with me." WHACK! David felt the weight of Madame Hortense's powerful right hand on his buttocks. WHACK! "Don't you ever argue with me again, young man! Do you understand?" WHACK! "I will not tolerate such behavior from my slaves!" WHACK! "Now lay down on the bed and let me tie you up! I told you I'd give you a spanking and a tickling and I meant it! In fact you've got a LOT of tickling to look forward to. I'm giving you the tickling you have coming for whistling while doing the dishes AND the one you have coming for failing to kiss my big toenail in exactly the spot I told you." Madame Hortense thought a minute and then smiled slyly and mused, "In fact...I'm still not sure you weren't tickling me in my sleep just now. I'm giving you a tickling for that, too." "But I DIDN'T tickle you," David whined. WHACK! "Do you want ANOTHER spanking, young man? I told you about arguing with me. Now lie down and let me tie you up." "But my butt is sore from your spanking," he pleaded. "Oh, you're breaking my heart. LIE DOWN!" David lay resignedly on the bed, his eyes misty with tears as Madame Hortense tied his wrists and ankles to the four poster bed with ropes. His sore butt could barely stand to touch the bed. Madame Hortense observed her weeping slave and looked at him pityingly. "Awwwwww, is Mommy's widdle baby unhappy? Mommy will give you something to laugh about," and she started tickling his toes. "This is for whistling while doing the dishes!" David began laughing and crying at the same time. "Are you laughing or crying?" Madame Hortense asked. "Both," giggled David through his tears. "You're still CRYING? Well, I'll just have to give you something else to laugh about," his mistress smiled, and she tickled the soles of David's feet. "This is for failing to kiss my feet in the exact spot I told you! Are you still crying?" his mistress asked inquisitively. "HAHAHAHAHA! No, Mistress. I love it when you tickle my feet," laughed David. "Well, kootchy, kootchy, koo," cooed his mistress and she continued tickling his feet. David was laughing hysterically. The exquisite agony/ecstasy of Madame Hortense's fingers dancing over his soles was more than he could stand. "Did you know I play piano?" Madame Hortense inquired. "You do?" David managed quizzically through is laughter. "Would you like to hear my rendition of <> David was puzzled but giggled, "Sure, Mistress." "All right, slave," she said slyly, "I'm going to play <>--on the soles of your feet!" And she started tickling David's feet in time with the rhythms of <> "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop! Cut it out! Please!" David laughed. "Nooooo," teased his mistress, "That's your punishment for tickling me in my sleep...besides, I'm having FUN. Why, I haven't played piano in years. I'd forgotten how much fun it can be. Now for my next selection, <>" "Oh, no, pleaaaase!" cried David as Madame Hortense tickled his soles in time with <>"Can't you play something slower?" "Suure, I can take requests," exclaimed his mistress generously, "What would you like me to play?" "How about <>" chuckled David. "A Chopin freak in the audience, eh! All right, <>" and she hammered out the rhythms of <>on David's helpless soles. But the slow, heavy, insistent tempo of <> proved to be no relief from tickle-torture for David. In fact he found the slower pace even more titillating. "How about <>" he giggled. His mistress had managed to tickle him silly. She obliged him with his request. "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!" David sang between senseless giggles. "Oh, you're really getting SILLY now," exclaimed Madame Hortense. "Any more requests, slave? I have lots of songs in my repertoire." "How about <>" he giggled. "You silly boy," she chided as she thrashed out the <>on his toes, tickling them rapidly when she got to the parts where the cannons go off. She then switched to some popular music, doing a rendition of <>by Ray Charles, on the tops of her slave's feet, <>by Roy Orbison, on his ankles, and <>by the Temptations on his soles. "I've never had a slave who makes me feel the way that you do, you're outta sight!" she sang along with her tickling, stopping on the words "get ready" and starting up again on "'cause here I come". David was beside himself with laughter not just from being tickled, but from seeing his mistress genuinely enjoying herself. She seemed so happy performing her pretend recital. She had completely forgotten she was supposed to be punishing him and had gotten completely caught up in the enjoyment of her "piano playing", laughing, singing, and serenading her slave. She finished off her recital with an encore performance of <> "That's what I call SOLE music," David laughed. "Silly boy," Madame Hortense chided tickling his foot with a flourish, "you're not supposed to be enjoying this; this is your punishment. Have you no better sense that to enjoy being punished? Can you not recognize tickle-torture when it's being administered?" David only smiled. "Oh, David," she said with a half shrug, "whatever am I going to do with you?" "How about another piano recital, Madame Hortense?" David said eagerly. "Oh, all right," replied his mistress in mock disgust, "but on one condition; you have to play ME a recital this weekend when YOU take over." "Deal," agreed David, "let's shake on it." And Madame Hortense shook David's right foot with her right hand to seal the agreement. "You're in for a real treat this weekend, Mistress," David said. "I can hardly wait," said Madame Hortense with a smile.