The painful lesson that mother taught my brother Thomas.

My twin brother Thomas and I were 19 years old when mother decided to teach Thomas a very painful lesson. It happened somewhere in the late 80's when most people's homes had one television receiver. They both sat on poufs that were placed on the carpet and started fighting over the remote.

Mom came back tired from work and wanted to watch her regular soap opera and Thomas wanted to watch an important soccer match of Bayern Munich. Thomas was already a robust young man with a developed athletic body and muscular arms and legs, and mother was a "big woman" who was shorter than him but weighed much more than his.

At first it started as a humorous tussle between them but at some point it turned into a serious fight. "It's the semi-final game, I won't lose it because of your retarded soap opera," Thomas screamed at Mom and tried to take the remote from her hand. "This is my house and I'll watch what I want. If you don't like it the door is open," my mother replied when I was sitting opposite and trying to read homework material.

At a certain moment Thomas managed to surprise Mom and grab the remote that was in her hand away from him, but on the way his arm gave her a strong blow in the face, "Aaaahhhh. Are you fucked up?" Mother screamed in pain. Thomas quickly switched channels to his soccer game without apologizing at all, and out of the corner of my eye I saw he even smiled.

Mom decided that the serious act would not pass in silence and jumped towards Thomas' pouf. He thought she was going to take the remote back and sent his strong hand as far away from her as he could, but Mom wasn't aiming for the remote at all and reached between his legs and into the space between his roomy boxer briefs and the leg. It took my brother a few moments to realize what she was doing, but when he realized that his balls were on her sights it was already too late. Mom's palm had already dug deep into his boxer briefs, and from the astonished look on his face and his open mouth it was clear that she had reached her destination.

My brother sent his free hand between his legs, which was stopped by mother's other hand, "Aaaahhhh, leave my balls!" He yelled as Mom pulled his balls out of the gap in the side of his underwear. It amazed me how simple it was to paralyze a robust guy like my brother - just to take control of the pair of round and sensitive organs between his legs. No matter how strong his muscles are - the balls will always remain the sensitive weak point.

I could clearly see Thomas' big balls locked in Mom's hand, and her other hand quickly sent towards them and slapped them hard enough for Thomas to drop the remote and writhe in pain, "Aaaahhhhhhh, you're crazy! My balls!", he screamed in pain and started crying as his hand Holds mother's beating hand, and the other hand holds the wrist of her hand that holds his balls.

"Bullying will not pass in silence in my house, you understand young man," she screamed at him as he tried to free himself from her grip, "look what you did to me," she turned the other side of her face to him and now you could see that his arm hit her cheek and eye which were red and started to swell from the blow . "Apologise!" she commanded him.

But apparently the humiliation he suffered and his damaged ego, when all this was done in front of his sister, made him react like a young man whose pride has been hurt, "Fuck you!", I heard him scream at her instead of apologizing and ending the confrontation. After the spanking the delicate skin of his scrotum took on a fiery red hue as mom continued to grip and apply pressure to his sensitive balls.

In southern Germany, we are taught not to be ashamed of our bodies. In my life I have seen my brother naked countless times, as well as most of the boys and girls in the town where we lived. We would sit together in the winter naked in the municipal sauna, and in the summer sunbathe naked on the banks of the river. Compared to other guys his age Thomas had really big balls that hung very low in a flabby scrotum.

"Your brother still doesn't understand that a man's balls make him the weaker sex, so it's time to teach him an important lesson," she said, this time directing her words to me and at the same time I saw how she began to insert a finger into the space between my brother's two balls that are in the palm of her hand. "HHHAAA, AAAPPFFF, My balls, my balls" Thomas continued to try with all his might to free his balls from mother's hermetic grip but the more he tried the pain he felt only seemed to increase.

Never before had I seen my brother cry out in pain the way he screamed and cried as Mom sank her fingernail deeper and deeper between his two sensitive balls, and it didn't take long for him to give in, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, Please release my balls", he finally begged in tears when his words really sounded sincere.

Mom started to loosen her grip on my brother's balls, but gave them one last slap in surprise and walked away, "That's for your cursing." My brother was writhing panting and crying in pain on the carpet, putting his hands between his legs to protect his sensitive and damaged organs. After a few minutes lying folded in pain he finally went to his room humiliated.

"I also did it for you to learn. Don't be afraid of any man, even if he has muscles. Learn all the methods of how to hurt a man's balls, and none of them will ever dare to lay a hand on you" Mom said to me with a smile when she heard Thomas' door close. I took her important recommendation to heart, but that's a story for another time.