Three days later, the Crusaders returned to school. All day, they sat in their normal seats, nervous and unable to focus. They'd already told their relatives about this detention, and they already got quite a tongue lashing. Their punishments varied from extra chores, to being forced into going to a boring fashion show, to a scooter being taken away.

"What do you think Cheerilee's gonna do to us?" Applebloom whispered to her friends while Cheerilee was teaching. Shaking, Scootaloo harshly whispered, "We'll probably get forty lashes!!"

"Oh no..." Sweetie said under her breath, as she imagined herself blinking with very thick, wing-like, defined eyelashes. 

They decided to keep quiet after that. They couldn't afford to get in any more trouble. 

The day dragged on, they could not get their minds off this detention Cheerilee had in mind. Her teaching went almost unnoticed by them, math, history, Equish, and science all ignored alike. 

The bell finally rang, allowing the victims of Spoiled Rich's whims as the head of the schoolboard run free. That is...all except for Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo.

Cheerilee closed the door after the last of them finally left the building, locking the door. Scootaloo eyed the heavy new lock on the door and began to sweat. "M-miss Cheerilee, what's that for?" she asked nervously. Cheerilee smiled at her.

"That, Scootaloo, is to ensure you only experience this with me present. I don't want the other kids laughing at you even more than you will," she told her. Sweetie Belle gulped. "What's that...supposed to mean?" she asked, her voice squeaking a bit.

Cheerilee ignored her, and walked into her storage closet at the back of the room. "While you're there, girls, push all the desks to the sides of the room," their teacher commanded. They obliged immediately, if only to ease whatever she was going to do.

Cheerilee brought out three specially designed desks. The chairs looked somewhat like Rarity's hidden fainting couches, allowing the legs to extend fully, and there were pairs of padded stocks at the end of the chairs. The desks looked mostly normal, except that there were metal shackles in the middle of them.

"Sit down, girls...take off your footwear..." Cheerilee said, a sly smile on her face. The Crusaders had a feeling they knew what was coming. In order to not make her angrier, though, they complied, removing all of their footwear, and sat down in the special chairs, each of their feet fitting themselves into the stocks. Cheerilee closed each set of stocks when both feet were through, and locked them. There was no turning back now, their feet were already hers.

"Lift up your arms, girls," Cheerilee said to them, "I want you to feel exactly what you did to me." Sweetie Belle blushed hard, as she lifted up her arms, allowing Cheerilee to take off her crop-top, exposing her white, silky belly, and allowing her bra to be seen. Cheerilee then lowered her arms and hung up her top, shackling them to the desk.

Scootaloo came next, her purple tank top being easily slipped off, and discarded. Judging by her bra size, Cheerilee could tell her breasts were smaller than her friends', but that was ok. Scootaloo's arms were swiftly locked into the shackles.

Applebloom decided to get it over with and take her t-shirt off while her arms were still free, handing it over to her teacher, and covering her reddening cheeks with her hands. She had the largest breasts of all three of them, according to her plain white bra. Cheerilee made sure to get her wrists restrained, so she could look at Applebloom's face. It was as red as her hair, and Cheerilee giggled.

"Now girls, you know what I'm about to do, don't you? But don't worry...I wont be as mean, and I'm going to leave your skirts, or pants, on. But that doesn't mean you won't feel everything you did to me..." Cheerilee explained, sliding her hands up the length of Scootaloo's feet first.

Scootaloo cringed at the sensation, she hated her feet being touched. They were insanely ticklish, and she couldn't stand having that. Cheerilee, however, didn't care, and made sure to play with and explore the daredevil's adorable, warm, slightly firm feet as she tied all of the toes back. Scootaloo was already in giggling fits.

Cheerilee decided that Applebloom's feet needed to be tied up next, so she knelt down and began to touch around every area of them.
A bit rough, slightly bigger than the other Crusaders, and very firm, due to all of her farm work. They may not have been as sensitive, but Cheerilee appreciated the apple-cinnamon scent of the perfume on them.

Finally, the best for last. Cheerilee attended Sweetie Belle's feet next, looking at them all over even before touching them. Not a crack, callous, wound, bruise, or bit of dead skin to be seen. Her feet smelled like lavender. The teacher put her hands on Sweetie's feet finally, and instantly felt how silky soft they were. She felt the ten small, beautiful toes curl on two of her fingers, and a smile crept onto Sweetie's face. Clearly, she would feel this torment the most. Cheerilee needed to make sure she felt every second of it, so she made sure to tie Sweetie's toes extra tight.

The maliciously chuckling teacher pulled up a chair in front of Applebloom, sitting down in front of the beautiful pair of yellow feet staring her in the face. She laid her fingers on Applebloom's taut toes, sliding them up and down teasingly. Applebloom's lips were tightly pressed together, and she was beginning to shake.

Cheerilee knew she wouldn't be so easy to break, all her hard work had made her rather...resistant to such sensations. She traced figure 8's across both of the young farmer's soles, causing them to slowly grow slick with sweat. Cheerilee's nails scraped up and down, up and down Applebloom's feet, as they tried to wriggle away from the teacher's flexible fingers. The toe ties allowed no room for movement, though.

As Cheerilee began to randomly scribble her fingers across Applebloom's rather high arches, she finally burst out into fits of laughter. "Oh, there we go, Bloom...I see you're enjoying yourself there, but what if I did this to your lovely little feet?" Cheerilee teased her, running her expert fingers up and down the very edges of her soles. Applebloom's eyes started to fill with tears, as her face reddened and her laugh grew louder.

Her soles were glistening with massive amounts of sweat, and blushing as hard as her face, due to the heavy tickling treatment she was receiving. Cheerilee then decided to comb her fingers through Applebloom's toes, scratching the sensitive flesh in between each space. The young farm girl doubled over in laughter, unable to move her body a single inch due to her restraints. Her teacher decided to leave her feet alone, and walked behind her. "Miss...Cheer...haha...hah...ilee? What are..." Applebloom started, but her two bound friends looked over at her in fear. They saw what was coming next.

Just as Applebloom noticed their fearful expressions, she felt ten fingers begin to lightly dig into her ribs. She jolted hard, squealing at the gentle touch of her teacher's nails on her slick skin. Cheerilee wriggled one set of fingers upward, slowly and tormentingly, eventually reaching one of Applebloom's soft armpits. Her other hand worked its way to the side, arriving to take care of her belly. 

The hand on Applebloom's belly moved a bit slower, the dexterous fingers poking and prodding in many different places, as if trying to find a certain spot. Applebloom was thrashing like mad, trying to escape her little tickling session, but it was no use, as she could not find the strength to even call for help, because of Cheerilee's dastardly fingers attacking her toned belly and driving deep into her warm armpit.

Just as Applebloom ran out of breath, her laughter falling silent and her thoughts telling her she couldn't take any more tickling, Cheerilee stopped, allowing her to catch her breath. Her hair was dishevelled, her body was sweaty, and her feet were blushing red from their abuse. Her teacher gave her one last smug grin, and decided to move on.

Sweetie was next. Cheerilee sat herself down on her chair behind her, and unable to wait, set her fingers immediately on Sweetie's sides, causing her to jump in her bonds slightly. The silky feel of her skin made her slightly envious, Cheerilee wished she could attain that level of flawlessness. She began torturously raking her nails in circles around Sweetie's ribs, and she immediately burst into laughter. This girl was clearly the most sensitive of them all.

The teacher smiled devilishly as her fingers worked their way up high into her armpits, and then down to her hips. Up and down, up and down, Cheerilee's nails leaving long red trails on Sweetie's vulnerable torso. Sweetie tried desperately to move, giggling hard and gasping occasionally, but it was no use. Cheerilee's hands moved inwards, fingers wriggling all over the place, tickling over her perfectly-sized, supple breasts, and down onto her flat, trim belly.

Sweetie's face turned redder than she thought possible, but she couldn't focus enough to beg for mercy. Cheerilee was just too good at making her laugh. Tears flowed down her face, and she thrashed relentlessly when she felt Cheerilee's forefinger poke at her belly button, screaming loudly.

Finally, Cheerilee took her fingers off Sweetie's torso, allowing her to catch her breath, but she was moving quickly to her storage closet. Sweetie blinked the tears from her eyes, confused, but her questions were answered when Cheerilee brought out a bottle of lotion. Sweetie gulped, her eyes widening as she tried to free her toes from their tight bindings. It was no use, her teacher had already reached her feet.

Sweetie cringed as she felt the cold liquid start to pour all over her feet, but her toes couldn't move a single inch away. Cheerilee made sure to use as much lotion as possible on her restrained soles, Sweetie's sweat already beginning to lubricate her feet.

After Cheerilee firmly rubbed in the lotion, making Sweetie's adorable pure white feet glisten in the light, she immediately set to work, grabbing the back of one of her feet and aggressively scratching at the ultra-sensitive skin on her right sole. Sweetie immediately screamed with wild abandon, both her sweat and the lotion allowing Cheerilee's dastardly fingers to glide up and down her soles with unprecedented ease, the toe binds only making it worse.

Cheerilee giggled and attacked the left foot even more viciously than the right, scraping her fingers from heel to toe, toe to heel, repeating the process rapidly and forcing extremely hard laughter out of Sweetie. Her fists clenched as Cheerilee worked over her exposed, sensitive feet, keeping Sweetie in hysterics. 

Sweetie gasped for breath, but Cheerilee refused to stop tormenting her perfect feet. The teacher began to attack the tops of her feet as well, which kept Sweetie giggling, but allowed her to catch her breath a bit. As soon as Cheerilee decided she could breathe again, she quickly surprised Sweetie by driving two fingers into each of her soft arches. This caught Sweetie Belle off-guard, and her cute squeals of forced delight, which were music to Cheerilee's ears, filled the room.

Once Cheerilee saw that Sweetie's feet were more red than white, she decided to finally stop tormenting the poor girl. Sweetie's head hung low, tears still streaming out of her eyes, her face blushing a deep red, and her soles still glistening, but blushing the same shade as her face. 

But Cheerilee wasn't done yet. Scootaloo still needed her punishment. After seeing what happened to her two friends, Scootaloo was struggling in her bindings without ever stopping. Cheerilee knew Scootaloo would hate to be tickled. "Please...no, Miss Cheerilee, don't do it, I'm sorry, I'll do anything else!!" the daredevil pleaded, her feet trying to pull back out of the stocks.

"Scootaloo, your two friends have already been punished. You need to be treated exactly how they were treated. You won't be released until after your punishment is over, ok?" Cheerilee said. "But-" Scootaloo was cut off by her teacher touching and playing with her big toes.

Scootaloo clenched her teeth, shutting her eyes and trying not to feel the sensation of Cheerilee’s hands running over her restrained, bare feet. But that was all she could feel. Cheerily, meanwhile, was making sure Scootaloo felt every second of this. She started off slow, making short strokes with her fingers on the balls of Scootaloo’s feet, noting how they felt: warm, flexible, and slightly firm. Perfect for an athlete.

A smile began to creep onto Scootaloo’s embarrassed, blushing face, as her teacher began to go a little rougher, tickling between her cute orange toes. Clearly they were very sensitive, touchy, and ticklish. Scootaloo’s fingers locked together as she snickered a bit, trying desperately to stifle her laughing.

Cheerilee decided that was enough teasing, and she began the actual tickling on the daredevil. She began by scratching deeply into her right arch, verbally teasing her to rub it in more. “Awww, does Scoots like the tickle tickle tickling on her cute little feet?” she teased, moving her fingers a little bit faster. This caused the dam to burst, allowing Scootaloo’s melodious laughter to fill the room. 

Cheerilee got a devious idea, taking a short break from tormenting and teasing the poor girl, and made her way into her storage closet. Scootaloo panted hard and quickly, just managing to catch her breath. “Is…is it…over…Miss Cheerilee?” she tiredly asked. Cheerily walked out of the closet, holding something behind her back. “No, I’m not going to tickle you any less…” she said.

Scootaloo closed her eyes in fear as she felt her teacher's hands touching her feet, but was shocked to feel no tickling. She opened one eye and saw that Cheerilee was untying her toes from the stocks. When the final toe came loose, Scootaloo sighed in relief, her feet able to wiggle around freely.

"Don't get too comfy, Scoots..." Cheerilee teased, lifting the brush from behind her back. It was circular, with rough bristles sticking out in every direction, and not just one side. She jolted a bit, bracing herself for the tickling. Cheerilee grabbed both of her sweaty, exposed feet, and brought the soles together around the circular brush. This caused Scootaloo to let out a few giggles as the bristles pressed against her soft skin.

Cheerilee began to thrust the brush back and forth between Scootaloo's soles, holding her feet tightly. Scootaloo's feet were trying to thrash around wildly, and it was getting a little bit hard to hold them around the brush. Luckily for Cheerilee, she was bellowing out with laughter, and that made it impossible to focus on struggling free.

Now that Scootaloo was clearly out of breath, Cheerilee decided to stop tormenting her student's poor feet, scrubbing her toes back and forth once again with the brush, and then dropping the tool. She allowed for a bit of time for the daredevil to calm down.

Soon, however, Scootaloo was able to breathe normally again, and Cheerilee noticed this. She quickly leaned down, blowing a raspberry on Scootaloo's toned, slightly muscled belly. She let out a loud squeal and a lot of frustrated giggles, her torso unable to wiggle away. Cheerilee finally pulled away from the long raspberry, deciding to run her fingers up Scootaloo's sides.

Scootaloo's eyes were full of tears, and her body was sweating a lot. This was making the tickling worse, because her teacher's fingers were able to run up and down her body so very easily. Cheerilee's torturous fingers explored every inch her torso had to offer, digging her nails in wherever her hands went. Over and under her small breasts, deeply into her armpits, right in the same spot she was raspberried. All of this tickling was driving her mad, and she would be remembering this for a very long time.

Cheerilee finally decided enough was enough, and ceased her tickling on her students, bringing her chair in front of the three of them. "Now, girls, do you see how it feels to have that done to you?" she asked, grinning. "Yes...Miss Cheerilee..." all three said in unison. "No more of that love poison. Ever. I mean it," Cheerilee firmly stated, and all three of the exhausted girls just nodded, desperate to be released.

The teacher finally got to work on releasing the poor Crusaders, at last freeing them from their nerve titillation torment. She handed them back their clothes, socks, and footwear, and they barely managed to redress themselves. The tickling has made them just too weak.

As the Crusaders began to walk to the door, covering their faces in shame, Cheerilee walked over to them and removed the lock from the door, opening it, and saying, "And girls, one more thing: if you get into such trouble again, you'll be punished once again exactly like this. Got it?"

"W-we got it, Miss Cheerilee...no more trouble, we swear..." Sweetie assured. At last, the Crusaders left, and Cheerilee closed the door to get back to grading papers.

"Hmmm, I wonder...would the tickling detention make other students learn...?"

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