Tickling Submission Access

“You’re holding it in,” Lady Vane observed. “Such discipline. Let’s see how long it lasts.”

“Please,” Lyra begged between heaving breaths. “Please, stop.” tickling submission

Finally, mercifully, Lady Vane stopped.

The defiance crumbled piece by piece, not in a violent collapse, but in a slow, mortifying melt. Lyra stopped trying to hold back her laughter. Then she stopped trying to form words. Then she forgot why she was supposed to resist. “You’re holding it in,” Lady Vane observed

“There you are,” Lady Vane whispered, cupping Lyra’s chin and lifting her face. “Now. Tell me you’re sorry.” “You’re holding it in

Lyra lifted her chin, defiance still flickering in her eyes. “It was trite. The rhymes were forced.”