For us girls, it doesn’t hurt to get hit in the crotch. It actually kind of feels good.
Look at me, I can just take hits over and over again with no pain. Aren’t you jealous?
Aren’t you glad you don’t have balls? You’re taking this so much better than Jim, he’s over there in the corner throwing up.
I see that little smile, you feel lucky to be female. It’s OK to feel good about your advantage, you don’t have to feel guilty.
Holy fuck. I’m turned on.
I told you it doesn’t hurt us to get hit there.
Do you believe me now? Girls are better than boys, just like I told you.
Make her actively participate in the punishment- it’s how she learns.
This punishment isn’t comfortable, but I’m doing so much better than the guys. They got punished the same way, but it’s so much worse for them because of their balls.
QueenSnake
Fifteen kicks and I’m still standing. I’m outlasting all the guys, none of them made it past two kicks. Makes me feel lucky to be female.
I don’t understand, how is this not hurting you? When you did this to me, I was screaming in pain. You said I’d get to have my revenge, but this isn’t working. I guess girls really are tougher than boys…
Oh did I kick you right in the balls baby?*starts to finger herself* tell me how much it hurts!!…can I kick them again?
Guys are bigger and stronger than girls, that’s supposed to make up for the vulnerability of having balls.
So what happens if a girl is big and strong too? That means a guy’s advantage is gone. She’ll win every time, because guys have balls but she doesn’t.
Oh shit.. what a pussy we haven’t even started kicking hard yet!….
I can’t believe guys are so weak! Makes you feel lucky to be a girl, doesn’t it?
It’s unfair that we think it’s funny when a guy gets hit in the balls. It’s wrong to giggle at the stupid face a man makes when he’s just been kicked in his most sensitive area and it’s downright cruel to keep laughing at him when he struggles through the pain over the next several minutes.
It’s also very sexy. Keep laughing. An amused girl and a humiliated guy is my fetish sweet spot. Be unfair. Be wrong. Be cruel. It’s hot.
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Don’t get into an argument with this girl, especially if you’re a guy. She goes right for the balls.
“Aww, poor thing” she says, baby talk style, to her overprotective boyfriend. One kick to his nuts instantly shut him up and dropped him to his knees. She put her hands on the flat space of her own crotch in a mocking gesture. “Did that hurt?”
Aww! You poor baby. Do your balls hurt?
Not that I know what it feels like. Does it hurt up here in your belly? Do you feel the pain radiating up? I don’t, because I don’t have balls.
It’s so sad that you have to feel that pain. Don’t you wish you could be like me?
“Want a cupcake?”, Shayleen asked me. There was a tray of them on the porch table.
A cupcake wasn’t even in the top five list of things that I wanted in my mouth at the moment. That list was entirely made up of parts of Shayleen’s voluptuous body. Her form-fitting low-cut dress struggled to contain her breasts and it fought tightly for its life against her round hips and ski-slope backside. Shayleen caught me staring downward at least three times.
“Sure, I’ll take a cupcake,” I said. Can I eat it from between your big boobs, I thought to myself.
“Do you want one with crushed nuts?”
“Sure,” I said mindlessly. Then I looked at the tray. “I don’t see any with crushed nuts.”
“Oh,” Shaleen said, “the crushed nuts are right here.”
As if to punctuate the sentence, Shaleen punched me square in the balls and then time sorta stopped for me. Her thin arms and little girl fist don’t look like much, but against a man’s testicles, they feel like a battering ram that can bring down iron doors. The pain was a world-shaking thunderclap that boomed between my legs, reverberated up into my stomach and prodded at my brain with anxiety over the blow to my fragile parts. I gasped at an embarrassing high pitch, sat up stiffly, clutched myself and felt tears form in my eyes.
Shaleen giggled and relaxed in her chair. She took a bite of a cupcake.
Mean girl.