A Father's Advice Goes Unheeded (Part 2)

A shadow caught Liana’s attention as she sat in the small nook, a single narrow window providing the only light, as she leafed through a magazine. She glanced up just in time to see her boyfriend shuffle by and smirked to herself at the way his head turned rather unnaturally away from where she was sitting. Clearly Jackson was trying hard to avoid eye contact. Looking down at her phone, Liana realized it had been a good twenty minutes since she left him on the floor cradling his balls. Wow, she mused, more amazed than concerned, did it really take that long for him to recover? If not, what was he doing for so long? Turning the magazine face down, Liana rose from her seat and followed Jackson down the hall.

When she got to the end of the hall, Liana found Jackson sitting on the edge of the bed looking rather gray. She leaned against the door frame and studied him for a moment before clearing her throat audibly. When he refused to acknowledge her presence, Liana waited, pondering what she should say. She didn’t want to apologize – nor did she feel the need – but maybe she should offer him some conciliatory statement even if she didn’t mean it. He did look to be in pretty bad shape. And quite disheartened. Perhaps she should cut him some slack. She crossed her arms under her breasts causing them to swell and ride high on her chest, thinking the sight might ease some of the tension between them. It didn’t occur to her that he might take it as taunting considering the reason she’d kicked him in the first place.

“Hey Jax,” she said in her softest voice. “I feel bad.” It wasn’t a total lie. She didn’t feel the least bit bad about smashing his testicles, but she did feel bad about his awful reaction. But he didn’t need to know that right now. “Are your nuts still hurting?”

Jackson’s head snapped up, his face glowering, though there was a wounded element to his expression as well. Though his eyes met hers, Liana could see them drift down for a fraction of a second before he shifted his gaze back to her face and then to some point beyond her. A warmth welled inside her at the fact that Jackson had to fight himself not to stare at her boobs even though he obviously wanted to.

“It’s okay, Jax,” Liana said soothingly. “You can look if you want.” When his gaze moved even farther beyond her, Liana sighed. “Seriously. I know I just kicked you in the balls for looking at my boobs, but really, it’s okay now. Don’t you think it’ll make you feel better?” Liana’s voice rose to a higher pitch, sounding cloyingly sweet, as she attempted to cut through his icy demeanor.

There was a barely perceptible shift as Jackson’s eyes darted to her chest but then they quickly refocused into the distance beyond Liana. For a moment, she thought he might finally say something, but his silence only deepened. It was clear she’d hurt more than his nuts.

“Maybe a closer view?” Liana asked as she moved toward him, her arms firmly cinched below her boobs. Jackson, setting his jaw even tighter, was still looking past her in his deliberate refusal to heed her exhortation. “Oh come on now!” Liana blurted. “I know you want to look.” She bent over him to provide a clear view down her shirt. When he still didn’t look, she grabbed his chin and forced his eyes toward her ample cleavage.

For a moment, Jackson closed his eyes but in the end, Liana’s tempting was just too much. He opened first one and then other and took in the soft, fleshy fullness of Liana’s hanging breasts. His willpower was dissolving faster than an ice cube on a hot plate. Without lifting his eyes, Jackson whispered, “Why Liana? Why would you do that?”

Liana put both her hands on his head and ruffled his thick, dark hair and answered in her sweetest voice. “You needed it.”

Jackson’s face involuntarily jerked up. “What?!?” The intensity of his roaring whisper conveyed his incredulity.

“Oh Jax,” Liana sighed, giving his head a light pat. “You really don’t know, do you?” When he looked at her with puzzled eyes, Liana lowered herself onto the bed next to him. She considered putting her arm around him but as she moved toward him, Jackson leaned away. Instead, she folded her hands in her lap and looked at him expectantly, waiting and hoping to force him to talk. It worked.

“Did you really kick me because I was looking at your chest?” He finally asked, looking perturbed.

“Yes and no,” Liana answered rather ambiguously. “Yes, you were ogling my boobs, but no, that’s not the entire reason. The reason was that we were having a conversation and I wanted you to look at me, in the face, but all you could do was stare at my breasts. It was boorish behavior and I wasn’t about to stand for it.”

Jackson’s face crinkled. “You could’ve just said, ‘hey, my eyes are up here’ like most girls.”

Liana chuckled. “Maybe. But that would’ve come off as more like a joke, like I was letting you off the hook. Consider this,” she added when his eyebrows arched skeptically. “What if we were conversing in public and you only had eyes for my chest. It would be an insult to me, like I was just a pair of tits to you and not worthy of your full attention.” Liana stopped suddenly and smiled a smile that held just a hint of the devil. “You know, you should actually be thanking me right now.”

“What?” Jackson blurted, his distaste evident. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Ignoring her boyfriend’s crude retort, Liana looked at him with a mixture of innocence and honesty. “I am not kidding you. You should be glad this happened in the privacy of my apartment and not out in public.” She shook her head wistfully. “Imagine our little scene happening for all the world to see.”

Jackson shuddered but said nothing.

“Look Jax, sometimes the best way to get through to a man is by targeting his balls.” When he cringed, Liana chuckled. “I know. It hurts. A lot. It’s embarrassing, too.” She shook her head lightly. “Imagine being a big, strong man like you and having some tiny girl like me put you to the ground by simply kicking your balls.” Liana shuddered at the thought. “But that’s precisely the point. It should hurt and it should be embarrassing. Pain is often the best way to learn a lesson. And there is no better way to cause a man pain than for a woman to kick him in the balls. It never fails to show him the error of his ways.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Jackson chafed. “Don’t you think it’s a little extreme?”

Liana leveled her gaze on Jackson’s narrowed eyes. “I don’t. It’s entirely appropriate,” she said, matter-of-fact like.

As Jackson was about to reply, and not very nicely, either, he suddenly remembered what his father had said. If you upset a girl, she has every right to make your boy parts hurt. Just grit your teeth and bear it. You’ll get over it.

“What is it?” Liana asked, noting the subtle softening in Jackson’s features, the look of mild wonder in his eyes.

Jackson looked over at his girlfriend. “It’s just… it’s something my father said when I was younger. He told me that sometimes when we upset girls they might choose to hurt us where it counts most.” Jackson bit his lip as if he were wrestling with something deep inside. “But he said that was to be expected and that we should just take it.” Jackson chuckled sadly. “He said girls had the right to do it.”

When Jackson shook his head, letting his last sentence hang in the air, Liana fought to keep from breaking into a wide grin. With every ounce of self-control she could muster, she forced herself not to sound like she was rubbing it in. In a quiet, almost reverent voice, she whispered, “Sounds like a smart man.”

Jackson shrugged his shoulders ambivalently. “I guess. But I don’t like it,” he confessed.

“You don’t like what your dad said, or you don’t like getting your balls kicked?” Liana asked, genuinely confused but also succumbing just a little to her desire to taunt Jackson.

Though he bristled visibly at Liana’s jab, Jackson answered honestly. “Both, really. I mean, it sucks to get kicked in the nuts but then to just take it with no course for retaliation? That’s even worse.”

At this, Liana raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” She shot back, remembering clearly how he’d tried to get back at her. No need to hold back now, she thought, time to let fly with the proverbial haymaker. “Even worse than trying to exact some revenge only to get your balls kicked again?”

Jackson’s face went beet red and Liana could feel his body temperature rising. Was it embarrassment or anger? She wondered if a third kick was on the horizon. Her body tensed but it wasn’t necessary.

The emotion suddenly drained from Jackson like air from a leaky tire. “No,” he said meekly. “That was worse.” As if the memory affected him in a physical way, Liana noted his hands, which had remained in his crotch this whole time, rub gently at the bulge they held. When Jackson looked up, he caught Liana watching the way he was absently caressing his testicles and quickly stopped. He looked at her sheepishly but she only smiled.