Laughter School Detention

Madoka doesn't usually get in trouble, but lately she has been coming late to class. Junko thinks she knows why, but it's going to take a little prodding for Madoka to admit it. Meanwhile, Homura suffers a similar fate.

I

Madoka stood in front of the bathroom mirror, blow drying her hair after taking her evening bath. She felt tired, but unfortunately did not actually have plans of going to sleep any time soon. She simply went through her usual late night routine, making it appear as though she planned on going to bed but she actually had another agenda in mind. She would say goodnight to her mom and dad, and Tatsuya too if he was still awake, then go into her room, shut out her light, then wait until she heard her parents go to bed as well so she could quietly sneak out the front door.

Little did she know; she surely would not be going to sleep any time soon, but it would not exactly be for the reasons she had in mind...

When she was all done with her hair she slipped on her pajamas then walked out into the hall. She let out a loud audible yawn which was not totally fake, but exaggerated enough to be sure her parents heard. Part of her hated being so deceitful, but she knew she had to keep her dealings with the magical girl world secret.

As she walked by the living room where her mom and dad were sitting she put up a hand and and tiredly said, "I'm going to bed now, goodnight!"

Instead of saying goodnight back, Junko stood up. "Madoka, I'm sorry but you can't go to bed quite yet."

Madoka got a puzzled look on her face. "Um… do you need me to do something?"

"Not exactly, sweet heart," Junko said with a smile as she approached her. "You just need to come somewhere with mama for a little while."

"Um… well, okay sure I guess, but where would we need to go at this hour?"

Junko smiled as she bent down and put a hand on her shoulder. "Just for a little drive, sweetie. We have something we need to talk about."

"Okay then, just let me change into some different clothes."

"You're pajamas are fine, now come with mama to the car."

This is really weird, Madoka thought as her mom started to lead the way, guess I have no choice but to go, though.

"Um, see you later papa, I guess," Madoka said to her father before following her mom out to the car.

Her gave his typical warm smile and said, "Alright Madoka, I'll see you tomorrow."

Tomorrow? Guess he will be in bed before we get back… this is really strange…

Madoka slipped on her shoes by the front door then walked outside with her mom and got into the passenger seat of their car. "So, what do we have to talk about mom?" she asked as she buckled her seatbelt. "Why couldn't we just talk in the house?"

Junko gave her a smile and said, "Don't worry sweetie, you'll understand soon enough."

"Um…" Madoka's eyes drifted around trying to figure things out. She had been late to school a couple times recently; could that be what this was about? She was fairly certain she never got caught sneaking out at night, at least. "Am I in trouble?" she asked.

"Well, that depends," Junko said with a wink. Madoka suddenly felt really nervous. It was not like her mom to be so vague and mysterious like this, but she figured she had no choice but to just wait.

The way her mom was acting right now made Madoka feel a bit anxious. If she was going to get scolded she wished she would just hurry up and get it over with already. It is pretty rare for her mom to scold her, or at least it use to be, but ever since the whole magical girl thing started she had been bending the rules quite a bit.

She sat quietly in the passenger seat, twiddling her thumbs and watching the town go by out the window of the car. A few minutes later she realized they were going in the direction of the school, but thought that must just be a coincidence. It made no sense for them to be going there at this hour.

"So you ended up being good friends with the new girl in your class. Homura?" Junko asked.

"Oh, yes we are getting along quite well," said Madoka with a nod. Is Homura what her mom wanted to talk about? "Um, why do you ask?"

"I was speaking with Kuzuko today. She mentioned that Homura had been late to classes recently and has seemed tired."

"Oh… is that right?" Madoka asked carefully, still not sure if that is what all of this was about or not. "Um… but why would you be talking to Kuzuko-sensei about Homura?"

"Well, we started off talking about you. You have been late a few times yourself."

"Yeah… sorry about that... um, I promise I won't let that happen anymore."

"Is it because of Homura?" Junko asked, and Madoka flinched at how directly that came. The truth was Mami and Sayaka would be more to blame, and Homura in fact did not want Madoka going out on the witch hunts with those two at night.

"N-no, Homura doesn't have anything to do with it… um, I just had a few bad days is all, I guess."

"That's it? Just a few bad days?"

Madoka nodded her head.

Junko smiled. "Okay, well let's wait until we get there and we can discuss this a little deeper."

"Um… can you tell me where we are going now?" Madoka asked once again, still realizing they were perfectly on course to go to the school. If that were the case they would be getting there very soon.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Junko asked.

"Well… we are going in the direction of the school."

"Yup that's it."

"But why? It's so late, a-and I'm not exactly dressed for going anywhere in the first place."

"We are meeting with your teacher and the three of us are going to have a little after hours parent-teacher confrence."

"I-is that really necessary?" Madoka asked. "And why didn't you just tell me that?"

"Kuzuko suggested I give you a chance to be honest before bringing you here, but since you didn't do that I figured I might as well tell you now." Junko pulled the car into the school campus and brought it to the front of the building.

"B-but I am being honest mom!" Madoka complained. Her eyes shifted around guiltily, like they were not sure where to look. She was never good at keeping a straight face while she was lying.

Junko sighed. "Madoka, I don't know why you bother lying to me. You know I can always tell." She put the car into park and opened her door.

"But I'm not!" Madoka insisted.

Junko went around to the passenger side and opened Madoka's door, then stood there holding it open for her. She had a rather disappointed look on her face and it made Madoka frown guiltily. She never liked it when her mom was upset with her. "Come on Madoka, let's go."

Madoka sighed and got out, partly wishing she would just get punished for being late and leave it at that. There is no way she could be honest about the real reason she had been late and feeling tired in class, and so felt anxious about being questioned on it further.

Madoka felt her mom put a hand on her shoulder and started leading her to the front door of the school. "Come on sweetie, let's just get this over with."

The door was unlocked and Junko led her right inside. Everything was completely dark and Madoka asked. "Are you sure we are allowed here?"

"Yes, Kuzuko is expecting us so it is fine."

"Why do we have to do this so late though?"

Junko just looked down at her and smiled. "Well, we didn't want to disturb anyone so we had to wait until all the after school clubs went home as well."

"Oh…" Madoka kind of felt like that didn't make any sense. How could they disturb anyone from a simple parent-teacher confrence? They would just need to pick an empty room, which is no problem after normal school hours… so why so late?

She did not complain, though, and just followed her mother until she was led to a certain door. "Mom, um… that goes down to the basement." Madoka pointed out, figuring it was a mistake.

"I know. This is where we are doing the meeting."

"B-but why down there?"

"Lead the way sweetheart, and I'll tell you."

Looking down the dark flight of stairs made Madoka feel even more nervous. Something was definitely off here, but it's not like she could disobey her mother so she did as she was asked and started walking down the stairs.

"You see," Junko started explaining. "Kuzuko told me about a new method teachers have been using for disciplining their students. It also doubles as a sort of interrogation method."

"W-what?" Madoka asked, her eyes widening. She knew that they would not hurt her, but something about that sounded really sinister. "Um… well what is it?"

"You'll find out in a moment here," said Junko. "Here, go through this door. Kuzuko should be here already."

"O-okay…" Madoka hesitated for a moment, then put her hand on the knob and turned it. The door squeaked as it opened, the rusty hinges signaling that this room was not used very often. When the door opened all the way Madoka's eyes widened and she just stood in the threshold staring inside.

Kuzuko was sitting on a regular wooden chair, one leg over the other with a book in her lap. There was only one other thing in the room and Madoka could not help staring with wide eyes and once again wondering just what the heck they had planned. There was a metal chair with leather straps built into the armrests, and a small table right in front of it at about knee height. "Um…"

"Ah, Junko, Madoka. There you are," said Kuzuko with a smile as she closed her book and stood up.

"Sorry, you haven't been waiting long have you?" Junko asked as she walked forward with her hand still on Madoka's shoulder, forcing Madoka to come in with her.

"Well I was just helping the other teacher get things ready for Homura, but I really have not been waiting too long." She set her book down on her chair, then walked to the metal one and stood behind it. "Alright Madoka, take a seat."

"H-Homura is here too?" Madoka asked, ignoring the request for now and regarding the metal chair suspiciously.

"You don't have to worry about that," said Junko. "Now do as your teacher asks and take a seat, sweetie."

"I-in that?" Madoka asked as Junko gently pushed her forward. "B-but… what's going on? W-why do I have to sit in something like that?"

"Madoka," Junko said with a rare stern tone to her voice. "Don't argue."

Madoka gulped. Her mom was usually very patient but Madoka knew when she used that tone that continuing to argue was a bad idea. She slowly turned around and sat in the chair, at the very edge, and folded her hands in her lap. "C-can you please tell me why I am here now?" Madoka asked.

"Sit back," said Kuzuko as she walked to the side of the chair and started working with one of the straps. "And put your arms down on the armrests here."

Madoka's mom put her hands on her shoulders to guide her into position until her back was flat against the chair, then took her arm and set it against the strap on the opposite side from Kuzuko.

"M-mama!" Madoka squeaked out as she watched her mom tighten the strap and then latch it down. "Y-you're scaring me…"

She felt Kuzuko strap her other arm in a moment later. She then moved to the small table and slid it forward. "Put your feet up here," she said, then slid out a small drawer in the side of the table and pulled out a length of rope. Madoka started struggling against the restraints, all of a sudden wishing she had not let them strap her down so easily.

"Madoka, we are not going to hurt you, of course, but you need to be taught a lesson about being late for school, and more importantly, lying to us."

"B-but I'm not-"

"Save it," Junko said in her short stern tone, once again silencing her.

"You see," Kuzuko fstarted explaining as she forced Madoka's feet together and then started wrapping the rope around her ankles. "The school board has come to the realization that simply giving students detention for misbehaving has had poor results in altering behavior. There is also the issue with students refusing to be honest about things. So, they have been testing out a new form of punishment."

"N-no! I-I'll be good!" Madoka said, fidgeting a little as she tested the tightness of her straps and verifying that she was quite securely locked in. "I-I promise!"

"Honey, relax," said Junko. "It's not like we are going to hurt you, and Kuzuko has assured me this method has had very good results."

Madoka fidgeted more as the rope was secured, and Kuzuko started undoing her shoelaces. "B-but why do I have to be tied up?"

"That is just to stop you from thrashing around too much," Kuzuko said as she slipped Madoka's shoes off and threw them behind her.

Thrashing around? Madoka thought, her eyes widening in horror. Even if they said they were not going to hurt her… wouldn't that imply some kind of torture?

Kuzuko pinched her fingers between Madoka's two biggest toes to get a hold on her socks, then slowly started sliding them off. Madoka grunted as she struggled against her restraints, watching as her feet slowly became exposed. What are they doing? What are they planning? she thought, her heart was racing and she was starting to freak out. "L-let me go!" she screamed, "P-please! I told you I'll be good, so whatever you are planning to do, please just stop!"

"Madoka," said Junko as she kneeled down to look her in the eyes. She gently put a hand on her daughter's face and gave her a reassuring smile. "Sorry for keeping you in the dark, Kuzuko said it is more effective to do it that way, but I hate to see you like this. Look, all we are planning to do is tickle you, sweetie."

"T-tickle me?" Madoka asked, her eyes widening more, not sure if she had just heard her correctly.

"That's right," Junko said with a smile.

Madoka's jaw fell open, not sure if she could believe what she just heard. She looked past her mother, down her own legs and looked at her wiggling toes. "Th-thats a joke right?"

"Now would your mama lie to you?" Junko asked with a smirk. "You, on the other hand have been telling a lot of lies recently. That is why this is going to double as a punishment and an interrogation."

"B-but I haven't lied about any- wwaahahaa!" Madoka's entire body jolted and she chuckled as Kuzuko ran her fingers up the soles of her feet. "D-don't do that!" Madoka shouted at her once the brief spasm was over.

"Take that as a warning, Madoka," Kuzuko said. "Now, tell us why your attendance in class has been so poor lately."

"I-I don't know! I said I'll do better though, so please let me go!"

"Junko?" Kuzuko asked.

Junko sighed as she put a hand on her hip and said, "Go ahead and do whatever you feel is necessary. Kuzuko-san."

Kuzuko smirked as she looked past Madoka's feet and made eye contact with the nervous pinkette. Madoka started shaking her head, helpless to resist or pull her feet into safety. "Alright, here it goes!" Kuzuko said and her fingers dove right in and started poking around the soles of Madoka's feet. Madoka clenched her teeth and wiggled around in the chair, trying to hold back but soon her fingers started digging in more assertively and all at once Madoka's lips cracked open.

"PPffffffAAAAHAHAHAAH! S-sstopppppffff!" She tried to keep her mouth closed and not let it out, but whenever she accomplished this Kuzuko would increase the pressure and pull more laughs out of her. "St-st-stooppppfff wahwahahAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH! P-p-pleeeasseee AAHAHAHAHA!"

Junko started pacing around the room and said, "Madoka, this isn't stopping until you have learned your lesson and become more honest with us. Now, I'll ask again. Why were you late?"

"I-I d-don't eheeheha kn-knooowWWWWAAHAAHAHAAHAHAHA!" Kuzuko started bringing her fingers up between Madoka's toes and testing her ticklishness there too. "N-n-nnnoo not there! Aahahahaahahahaa!"

"Why were you late?" Junko asked with a more annoyed tone to her voice. "Honey, we can do this all night, and we have not even gone at you full force yet."

"I DON'T KNOW! WWAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Madoka managed to scream out the answer through her fits of laughter, but was still wiggling around uncontrollably. "P-please! Juuusssttttaaaaa aaAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAH!"

Junko put a hand on the top of the metal chair and bent down to bring herself eye level with Madoka's laughing face. "Does Homura Akemi have something to do with it?"

"N-n-nnoooooo aayaayyaaahahahahahAHAAHAHAHAH!"

"What's your relationship with Homura?"

"W-we're j-jaaheheheh f-ffffrrieendsssssa AAAAAYYAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"That's all?"

"YES!" Madoka screamed, then continued laughing more and more. "WAaahaahaaahahehehehe."

"What do you think Kuzuko?" Junko asked, still leaning over her daughter.

Kuzuko paid close attention to Madoka's feet, continuing to experiment with the spaces between her toes and trying different motions with her hands on the soles of her feet to see what is most effective. "I warned you this might be the case. Guess we are going to have to go all out after all," said Kuzuko with a smirk.

"Hear that Madoka?" Junko asked, "Last chance before mama joins in. If you are laughing this much now you are really going to be out of control in a moment here. So how about making things easier on yourself?"

Kuzuko continued to tickle her, but slowed down enough for her to speak between chuckles. "I-I don't ehehe know what you waant ahaha. Hah-honest!"

"Have you been late because you are seeing Homura?" Madoka shook her head and snorted through one of her small laughs with a smile she could not keep off her face. "It's okay if you are, we just want you to be honest, baby."

"I AM! AAAHAAHAHAAHAAH!"

"Have you secretly been going out with Homura?"

"N-nnnooooOOOWAAHAHA!" Madoka screamed, still squirming around and pulling at her restraints.

Junko's other hand came around Madoka's side and set itself right alongside her ribs. "Alright, I'm done being nice," she said with a stern tone. "If you think it's bad now you haven't felt anything yet. Now, last chance to come clean!"

"N-nooo pllleeeaaashahahahahaha!" Madoka squealed out from Kuzuko's relentless assault on her feet as she felt her mother's hand set itself into position. "PLEASE! AHAHAHAHAAHA!"

"Alright then, if that is all you have to say you leave me no choice." Junko's fingers then drilled into Madoka's side, right at the corner of her ribs and started wiggling around.

"WAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!" Madoka burst into a fresh round of laughter, her body arching awaying from her mother's touch. Junko's other hand came down and did the same maneuver on Madoka's other side. "NOOOOOWWAHAAHAHAAHAHA STAAAAAP STAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Madoka's body started thrashing back and forth, trying to escape her mother's hands but whatever relief she found from one hand just caused the other to get her even worse. "NO NO NOOOOWOWWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA" Her feet started kicking more violently, but Kuzuko followed them around, poking and prodding and skimming her fingernails across her soles.

"We tried to be nice with you Madoka," said Junko as her fingers went down to the sides of her belly and started digging in like claws, each of her ten fingers probing her soft flesh and making her squeal. "This is what happens when you are not honest!"

"I YAAAMMMM WAAHAHAHAAHA P-P-PLLLEEEAAAHAHAAHAHAHA!"

"Please?" Kuzuko asked as she used one hand to grab Madoka by the ankle and repositioned herself to get extra force with her one remaining hand. "We asked nicely for you to do what we asked, and now you are trying to ask something from us? That doesn't seem fair now does it?"

"I'm sssoooorrrrryy yyyuuuuwahahahaAHAHAHAHA! JUST STAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Kuzuko, what do you say we do this for another ten minutes then see if she will talk?" Junko asked as her finger crept back up Madoka's body and starting digging in just below her armpits.

"Okay, that sounds good," Kuzuko agreed. "If she still doesn't cooperate then we can just spend the rest of the night tickling her."

Ten minutes!? Madoka thought as her body continued to spasm out of control. They had only been double teaming her for a few minutes now and her whole body was already starting to ache from the spastic motions she was forced into. "NOOOO I-I'LL TAAALALAHAHAHAHAHA! JUST STAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAA!"

"You'll talk?" Junko asked with a smirk as her fingers moved all the way up to Madoka's armpits. "Baby, you should have done that sooner. Now we have no choice but to give you a proper punishment." Her finger dug fully into Madoka's armpits and the small pinkette's back arched away from the chair as much as it could. She had very little movement with her hands but they balled into fists and pounded at the armrests of the chair. "Now for the next ten minutes you will just have to reflect on the value of doing what your parents and teachers ask of you. After that, we'll see if you were good enough to be let go for the night."

"WAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA HAHHAA NOOOOOWAAAHAHAAHAH!"

Their hands continued to crawl all over her. Her mom moving from her armpits, down to her belly and back up again, probing in at all the soft sensitive parts of her body. Her teacher spent most of the time on her feet, wiggling her fingers between her toes, torturing her soles with her fingernails, and occasionally coming up to her legs and finding soft spots behind her knees and by her thighs.

Madoka's body continued to thrash around while her voice wailed with laughter. She was only silent when her laughing fits became so bad her voice would get caught in her throat until she was able to get some air into her lungs just to burst into laughter once again.

"Junko, I hope you don't mind me saying but your daughter is rather cute when she is like this," Kuzuko said as her hands finished with Madoka's legs and came back to her feet.

"Oh yes I know. I use to tickle her for fun sometimes when she was a little girl, but never quite like this. Do you remember that Madoka?" Madoka could not respond though, she was completely consumed by laughter and just wishing that it would end.

By the end of the ten minutes Madoka's entire body ached. Even her chest hurt because her lungs felt so worn and over worked and her eyes were tearing up. Finally, she felt their hands slow to a stop, and she was left gasping for breath. She was slumped down in the chair, her head was bowed and she felt completely worn.

"P-please… no more…" she gasped out.

"Well that all depends on you, Madoka," said Junko. "Here, sit up straight." Junko then picked her up by the armpits, Madoka flinching from her touch, expecting more tickling but all Junko did was make her sit up straight again. "Now, want to tell us what has been going on with you lately?"

Madoka shook her head. "I-I don't know what you want me to say…"

"Madoka…" Junko said with a dry tone, and placed her hand on the top of the chair and showed her the extended fingers of her other hand. Madoka sunk into her shoulders and her eyes widened as she stared at those fingers.

"Lets try it like this," said Kuzuko. "You were late to the morning class last thursday, but Junko assured me you left your house on time. So what happened?"

"L-last thursday?" Madoka's eyes stared to the side with a blank expression, trying to come up with a lie. In reality Kyubey had come to her and Sayaka telling them that Mami was confronting a witch. Sayaka went to help her with it and Madoka tagged along as she usually did. She couldn't tell them that, though. "I… um… m-made a wrong turn and got lost…"

Junko's expression dropped. "Madoka, you know you are not a good liar. Do you expect us to believe you got lost going to school when you have been walking that way every day since you started going there?"

"I-I tried to take a shortcut!" Madoka quickly said, "I thought there might be a faster way but… I ended up getting lost."

"Do you know what I think happened?" Junko asked as she lowered herself down to eye level. "I think you met with Homura before class and that is why you were late."

Well, it was true that Homura ended up being there as well, and after the witch was defeated Madoka walked with Homura for a while because Homura wanted to tell her to stop going along with Sayaka and Mami. Madoka had also been trying to convince Homura to be friends with them, which did not exactly work out (as it usually doesnt).

"Th-that's not what happened," said Madoka.

"Did you already forget?" Kuzuko asked. "You and Homura showed up late at the same time. So you were together weren't you?"

"W-well… i-it's not like that…"

"Kuzuko, this isn't working," said Junko. "Perhaps we should give her a thirty minute session now and see if that is enough to break her."

"Th-thirty minutes!?" Madoka gasped out and started shaking her head. "No! I-I can't take that!"

"Then stop lying to us!" Junko shot back.

"O-okay! I was with Homura!"

"Oh? And what were you doing?"

"Just talking…" Madoka said with a low tone.

Junko let her hand slide away from the chair as she started pacing back and forth. "Okay, what were you talking about?"

Again, she could not tell the truth and say they were talking about magical girl related stuff, so she she quickly came up with another lie. "Um… School! W-we were talking about last week's test."

Junko stopped her pacing and looked at Madoka with a raised eyebrow. "So you were late for school because you wanted to talk to Homura about school… Madoka, do you expect us to believe that?" she sighed. "Actually, don't answer that. We are just going to have to continue tickling you after all, I guess."

Madoka eye's shot fully open and her arms started pulling at her restraints as her mother walked towards her. "No! Please don't! PLEASE!" Madoka begged. "I-I'll tell you anything!"

"I'm sure you will, eventually. For now I think you need a little more encouragement." Junko approached her with her fingers extended and brought her hands back to Madoka's sides as she continued to pull against her restraints. "Kuzuko, you too."

"NO! PLEASE! DOOOAAAAWAHAAHHAHAHAHAAH NO STAAAAAA STAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Within moments of their hand's descending back on her Madoka was once again squealing with laughter just as loudly as she had been before.

They told her that Homura was here too… was she getting the same treatment from some other teachers? As Madoka squirmed and writhed around beneath their hands she just hoped that Homura was able to deal with it a little better than she currently was. She already felt like she was going to go crazy!

II

Homura aggressively pulled at the straps around one wrist and then the other, making the metal chair scrape against the ground as she struggled against her restraints. What the hell is this? she thought, then heard the door squeak open again. She turned her head as much as she could and through the corner of her eye she saw the teacher who had put her in this situation reenter the room.

"Hey! Explain what is going on here!" Homura demanded. The teacher didn't respond except for a smirk as she walked by, then grabbed a metal table that had been sitting against the wall and brought it over to Homura, setting it down right in front of her. Homura looked at the table then back up at her and said. "You're holding me against my will, this can't be legal! You are going to get in a lot of trouble for this!"

"Nice try, but you are a student at this school and therefore there is a level of discretion we are allowed while disciplining you. Now, feet up."

Homura refused to obey the teacher's order. "No, why should I?"

The teacher smirked again and said, "Now you are not exactly in a situation to be refusing orders, are you? Fine, if you want to do things the hard way that can easily be arranged."

The teacher reached behind herself and pulled out a leather strap with a buckle on it. Homura narrowed her eyes and said, "Don't come near me with that!" The teacher paid no mind and reached down for Homura's ankles, but she started kicking her feet to try and stay away. "I said stop!"

The teacher positioned herself at Homura's side where she could not kick at her, and grabbed her by the calf of one leg and quickly looped the strap around both. Homura managed to kick her feet out of the loop a couple times but eventually the teacher managed to get it around and tighten it and by then it was all over. Homura squirmed, trying to pull her feet apart again but a moment later the buckle was latched down and she was stuck. She growled angrily as the teacher grabbed her by her new restraint and pulled her feet up to set them on the metal table, then brushed her hands off as she examined her handy work. "Well now, that wasn't too hard was it? You know, if you were smart you would just start cooperating. It is not as if you can resist for very long anyway."

Homura struggled some more, then realized it was indeed hopeless. "Alright fine, now mind explaining to me why you bothered with all of this?" The teacher let out a small chuckle as she started gingerly undoing Homura's shoe laces, pulling the loops apart one at a time while Homura just watched with a raised eyebrow. When her shoes came on she asked, "Hey, don't just be quiet! Why are you taking my shoes off?"

"Well as you know, you were asked to come here to discuss your recent tardiness… More specifically, to be punished for it. However, simple after school detentions have show to have little effect on students, so the school board has okayed a new method of… shall we call it, attitude adjustment?"

"Well what the hell does that have to do with tying me to a damn chair in the basement!?"

The teacher chuckled as she pinched the tips of Homura's socks. "Oh, you will see in just a moment here. And let me remind to watch your language, you are still in school you know. Though I think it is rather adorable you are trying to act tough in this situation." She slowly pulled Homura's socks away from her as she said all of that while Homura could do nothing but watch with a scowl as her feet were slowly revealed. "Though I suppose I should expect about as much from a delinquent like you. Oh well, you will learn your lesson pretty quickly here," she smiled. "Once I start tickling these cute little feet of yours!" Homura squirmed with her face reddening with blush as she tried to tuck her feet away, feeling embarrassed to have just had them called cute.

"T-tickling?" Homura shifted in her bindings and gulped as her bare feet became fully exposed and the teacher carelessly tossed her socks to the side. "Th-there is no way the school board said you could do that! I swear I am going to report you!"

"On the contrary; I have been given full discretion to deal with you however I want," the teacher giggled as her hand grabbed Homura's left foot and her thumb pushed up to force her toes to bend back. "Now, how should I start? Slow? Or give it to you all at once? What do you think?" she asked as her other hand creeped forward slowly, wiggling her fingers.

"C-cut it out!" Homura sneered. "Let go of me!" she tried to pull her foot away but the teacher held firm.

She then softly scraped her fingernails up the length of Homura's foot which caused Homura's entire body to tense as she tried to squirm away. She clenched her teeth to stop any sound from coming out but she could not prevent her lips from quirking up in a smile. "Ha, not a bad reaction! Just a small touch made you react that much? I can already tell you are going to be a lot of fun!"

Homura scowled and said, "Quit messing with me! Let me out of here right n-nowww aaaahehehhh." Homura quickly tightened her jaw and tensed her body to cut off the laugh as the teacher started dancing her fingers along her sole, going from bottom to top and back down again, giving the soft spots in the middle quick firm probes which forced Homura's body to try twitching away.

"Oh sorry dear, what was that you just said? I didn't quite catch it."

"I-I s-saaaidd lllet mee hahehh!" Homura squirmed and arched her back, realizing if she tried to speak again it would all come pouring out of her. Damn it! She thought as the dancing of the teacher's fingers increased its speed and the quick probes into the center of her foot became stronger and stronger. I can't take this! Much more and I'm going to… I'm going to… The laughter was building up in the pit of her stomach and though she tried desperately to hold it back it finally came erupting out of her, causing her to snort and once the initial break left her she started going wild, unable to contain herself in the slightest: "NOOWWWAHAAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA!" she bellowed out with her shoulders and body shaking and her feet kicking. "ST-ST-STAAAAAAAHAAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHA!"

The teacher joined her laughter, though hers was more mocking as she said, "Oh my, after that tough front you put up I thought it would take a little longer, but such cute sounds are coming out of you already! I suppose you are just extra ticklish aren't you?" She chuckled more as her other hand repositioned so she could tickle Homura with both, one on each foot, rubbing the sides, poking in with her fingers, and even coming up to her toes and tickling the space between them as they tried to wiggle away.

"SH-SHUTAA AAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAH WAAAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHAHA!" Homura's fists balled up and used what little motion was available to them to bang the armrests of the chair. "ST-STAAAAAP L-LET MEEEEYAAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!"

"Oh what's that? Do you have something you want to say?" the teacher asked as her fingers slowed their maneuvers somewhat.

Homura was still being tickled and her body instinctively squirmed as chuckles escaped her, but the teacher slowed down enough for her to speak. "St-stop it! EHhehehe! L-let me taaaaahahaaa TALK! Eehhehehh!"

"Sorry, but I have heard your voice quite enough I think, and I happen to prefer these sounds quite-" she probed into the center of Homura's foot and made her back arch as she squealed with laughter "A-" she did it again, "Bit-" again, "MORE!" and again, with the last one she increased back to the quick powerful pace that sent Homura reeling out of control.

"NOOOOWAHAAHAAHAHA! PLEAAAAAYAAYAAHAHAAHAAHAHAH! PLEEEAAAHAAHAHAH STAAAAAYAYAAHAAHAAAAHAA!" The teacher just laughed as the tickling continued, her fingers darting between Homura's toes and digging in all along the bottoms and sides of her feet, finding all her ticklish spots and attacking them relentless as Homura started begging through her laughter. "C-cut it OWWWAHAHAHAHAH! Pleeeashahaaha!"

It went on for another ten minutes, until Homura's eyes were tearing up and her cheeks were becoming red and wet. Suddenly, the teacher stopped and straightened her posture. Homura let out a few more chuckles, she was now slumped down in her chair and her body ached from the laughter. "No… no more…" she gasped, her face worn and completely defeated. "N-no more…"

The teacher chuckled as she started pacing circles around her. "You know, this is a new practise and I personally have only gotten this opportunity with a few other students so far. Still, your reaction has been by far the most powerful."

"W-what do you want?" Homura gasped as her arms weakly struggled against her restraints.

The teacher softly played with Homura's toes, pulling on them and gently slipping her fingers between, forcing Homura to let out a few soft chuckles. "I'll give you a few moments to calm down before we start again."

Homura shook her head. "Please don't! I can't take any more of this!"

"Well that's a shame," the teacher smirked as she extended her fingers. "Because we are actually just getting started." She suddenly dove her hand towards the side of Homura's body. Homura gasped and flinched away as much as she could, huddling into one side of the chair, but the teachers hand stopped short. Homura let out a sigh of relief and straightened herself again as the teacher paced around behind the chair.

"J-just tell me what you want…" Homura asked with a low voice as the teacher came around on the other side.

"The problem is, I don't particularly want anything. You are simply being punished for breaking the school rules so you are going to have to deal with this until it's over. If I do want anything, it is simply to find out which places on your body give the best reactions." Homura subconsciously slunk away, taking what little extra distance from her captor she could. "For example, I've heard girls are sometimes extra ticklish… here!" She darted her hand towards the side of Homura's leg and Homura let out another gasp as she flinched away, but the teacher just stopped short and laughed once again.

Damn it, Homura thought with dismay. She's just messing with me right now! She weakly pulled at her restraints again, not doing any good. I need to get out of this…

"Now then, I think that is enough of a break for you…" She stood closer to Homura and brought her hands towards the sides of her body, each coming from a different angle and each with their fingers fully extended. Homura could do nothing but tense up and let her head sink back into her shoulders as she awaited the oncoming assault. There is nothing she could do to escape.

If I could risk turning into a magical girl I could get out of this, she thought. She knows who I am, though, so my cover will be blown… I have no choice but to just deal with this… but…

The teacher's hands softly set down on Homura's sides and she smirked as Homura let out a small resigned sigh. Then her fingers started digging in, softly drilling the soft area below Homura's ribs causing her to tense more and let out some small chuckles.

"P-please ehehe… i-it's enough already! Hehahaha." Homura gave one last shot at begging her to stop, but already knew it would do no good.

"Oh, we are not even close to being done here," the teacher said as her hands crept down to the sides of Homura's stomach, forcing her to pivot back and forth from the quick jolts of her fingers as more laughter escaped her lips. "The truth is, they leave it completely to my discretion for how long our little tickling session will last here…" her hands went lower, now attacking Homura's legs and forcing her to squirm.

"I'm suppose to do it until I think you've learn your lesson, but your reactions are so cute I feel like I just want to keep this up allll night long. Now, I think the best reactions come from right back here where we started, what do you think?" the teacher asked as she moved her hands back to Homura's feet, getting an instant reaction of bellowing laughter.

"Noowahaahahaha not therheheheaaayayahahahahaah!" Homura screamed out as her body started violently thrashing again.

"You're feet sure are pretty," the teacher laughed as she instantly went back to assaulting them with full force. "The only thing cuter than these toes is that sound your voice makes. You're laughs are a much sweeter sound than when you are trying to act tough, you know?"

Homura eyes were tearing up once again and she finally lost all will to fight against it. Despite her chest and muscles hurting she could do nothing but give into the laughter. "WWHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHA WOOOOWWWWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAH!"

On the other end of the basement in Madoka's room, Madoka was still lost in her full throes of laughter as well. She had her mom assaulting her upper body while her teacher relentlessly went after her feet.

"PLEEEEAAAAYYAAAHAAHAHAHAH STAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHA!" she continued crying out but could clearly tell they had no intentions of stopping anytime soon either.

I really can't take this! Madoka thought as she squeezed shut her watery eyes and squealed with laughter. I just hope Homura is handling this better than I am!

The laughter from the two of them continued on long into the night.

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