Venus' Magical Punishment

Venus’ Magical Punishment

Summary: When Venus snoops into her magician boss’ magic tricks, he punishes her his own way.

Famous magician Mr. Mystery and his assistant Venus Woods, aka Ms. Marvelous, had just finished a magic show. They had used playing cards and such like classic magicians, but unlike them, they used floating white gloves and a box of octopus-like tentacles as well.

“That was a great show!” Venus exclaimed happily over the loud applause, stumbling a bit in her tall, green sparkly high heels, once they were backstage.

“I know,” Mr. Mystery smiled at her. He was always quite confident in himself. “Let’s head out.” The magical duo packed their things, and headed for their tour bus, due to it getting late and dark out, so they can be driven to the hotel they stayed in the night before. They slept in their performance clothes.

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The next day, after an early show, Venus sat alone backstage, waiting for the next show. It wouldn’t have been for another couple hours, and she had nothing to do. Mr. Mystery never kept her company; he was always “too busy” rehearsing. Her thoughts went away when she saw his magic tricks book in plain sight.

After looking around to make sure nobody was watching, Venus tiptoed over to the book, grabbed it, went back to her seat, looked around again, and started reading it. Little did she know, she just made a big mistake. When she was on the 3rd page, Mr. Mystery came in from behind her, and saw her reading his book.

“Venus Woods?” He crossed his arms suspiciously. Venus gasped and dropped the book on the floor.

“Y-yes?” She stuttered, standing up and turning around to face him.

“What were you reading there?” He asked her.

“Uh, n-nothing,” Venus shook her head. But Mr. Mystery stepped up behind her, and picked up the book, seeing that she was snooping in it.

“You were snooping in my magic tricks?” He asked her.

“N-no!” Venus stuttered, getting more nervous, “I, I was just uh, m-making sure they were um, r-readable!”

“Yeah right,” He was starting to get angry, “I don’t believe you. I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished for snooping.”

“N-no! Please! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I promise!” Venus exclaimed in fear, “Please don’t punish me!”

“Apologizing will get you nowhere,” Mr. Mystery glared at her, “Now go change.”

“Change?” Venus furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, before she started getting nervous again, “Sh-should I uh…” She laid her hands sideways in the middle of her ribs and her waist, trying to confirm what he wanted her to change into.

“Yes,” He nodded, “Now go.” Venus squeaked in fear before she ran as fast as she could in her tall heels into her dressing room. She stripped down to her black, white, and green gingham undergarments looked through her suitcase of clothes she had brought along for the tour, until she pulled out black low-rise denim shorts and pulled them on.

Then she slipped on a tuxedo print cami that stopped at the middle of her ribs, so her tummy, hips, belly button, and some of her ribs and sides were exposed. Then she took her mini top hat out of her hair.

“Um, c-can I put on some different shoes?” She asked nervously.

“Sure, whatever,” She heard Mr. Mystery’s voice from outside the door. Venus decided on some white flats with black scallop-trimmed bottom brim, and a little black bow at the toes. After she put the shoes on, she shakily walked out of the room.

“I, I’m r-ready, f-for my p-punishment,” She whimpered in fear.

“Good,” Mr. Mystery grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his dressing room, so she stood in the middle. His dressing room was always bigger and better than hers. “Now, wait here.” He set his top hat upside down on a bench, and snapped his fingers. On cue, two floating white gloves came out of the hat, grabbed Venus’ wrists, and pulled them up to the ceiling.

Mr. Mystery snapped his fingers again, and another hand came out, and floated up to her.

“Have fun,” He said to it, before he walked out of the room.

“Please, d-don’t hurt me!” Venus feebly begged. The hand didn’t hurt her; instead, it floated up closer, and started stroking her ribs that were exposed with all its long-nailed fingers. Venus flinched, squeaked and bit her lip, holding in her giggles. Now she wished that the hand did hurt her instead. Tickles were worse to her.

After a couple seconds, Venus peeked open her eyes, and saw Mr. Mystery come back in, holding two boxes; one of which she didn’t recognize.

“Having fun?” He asked the hand. Then he saw Venus holding in her laughter. “Oh, so you’re using a little resistance, are you?” Venus didn’t answer as she shut her eyes again, while the hand still stroked her ticklish ribs.

Another hand with long nails came out, dipped its finger in her belly button, and swirled it around, scratching at the very ticklish skin. Venus let out a whimper, clenched her eyes shut tighter, and bit her lip harder.

“You’re a tough girl,” She heard Mr. Mystery say, “I like that. But I’ll get you to give me what I want. And what I want is for you to laugh.” He walked up behind, and started lightly stroking her armpits with his own index fingers. Venus let out another whimper before she let it all out.

“Aaaahahahahahahahaha!” She laughed as her skin trembled a bit under all the hands’ light touches.

“There we go,” He smiled, “I knew you’d laugh.” He started using all his fingers in stroking her armpits.

“Hahahahahahahaha! P-pleheheheahahase stohohohohop! IhIhI’m s-sohohohohohrry! Hahahahahahahahaha!!” Venus laughed as the hand formerly on her ribs moved downward and tickled her waist with one finger. The one already at her tummy was still stroking her belly button, as Venus started struggling.

“Like I said earlier; apologizing will get you nowhere,” Mr. Mystery reminded her, “Now stop struggling,” He smirked as he grabbed her sides. Venus squealed and flinched harshly; her sides were her weak spots, and were extremely ticklish. “Oh, do I sense a sweet spot here?” He teased as he poked her sides over her shirt, and Venus squealed again.

“N-nohohot thehehere! Pleheheheahase!” She begged, laughing from the pokes alone.

“Begging will not help you,” Mr. Mystery told her as he placed his index fingers under her armpits, then dragged them down her sides to her waist.

“Aaah!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!” Venus squealed as she squirmed around. After his fingers hit her shorts, they were dragged back up to under her armpits, where he tickled her trembling skin lightly, but intensely. Two floating hands without nails dug their indexes into the curves of her sides, and swirled them around, while two others stroked her hips and the sides of her waist. Venus’ muscles had a spasm from those movements. “Aaah!!” Venus squealed again as she squirmed around some more, “Stohohohohohop!! Pleheheheheahahahahase!!!”

“I don’t think so,” Mr. Mystery said as he still tickled under her armpits, but he stopped after a few seconds. “My fingers are getting tired.” He grabbed one of the boxes, and popped the lid off. Two tentacles came out of it, and stroked the skin under her armpits with their tips. He opened the other box, and it was filled with green feathers. One of the hands floated over to the box, grabbed a feather from it, floated back to her, and swirled the feather in her belly button.

“Aaahahahahahahahaha!!!” Venus laughed hard as she squirmed around some more. “P-pleheheheahahase stohohohohop!! I cahahahahan’t b-breheheheahahahathe!!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!” She begged as tears fell down her cheeks.

“Well, alright,” Mr. Mystery decided as he snapped his fingers, and on cue, all the hands and tentacles drew away, and Venus’ arms were lowered a bit, much to her relief. “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Oh, thank you,” Venus sighed in relief, as she panted in exhaustion.

“But,” He snapped his fingers again, and her arms were pulled up again, but higher, so she was pulled taut, and was nearly standing on her toes, “Don’t snoop in my secrets again, or it’ll be worse,” He warned as he placed his index fingers under her armpits, and ran them down her taut sides again.

“Aaah!! Hahahahahahahaha!!!” Venus squealed as she squirmed around. After he ran his fingers back up her sides, he drew his hands away, and her arms were let down.

“You’re off the hook,” He announced as he shut the boxes, and the floating hands went back in his hat. “Now, get dressed; we have another show coming soon.” Venus nodded, then ran into her dressing room.