Senior Slump Part 8: Attendance

Part 7 (https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/18y4o58/senior_slump_part_7_dinner_time/)

Ms. Powell had asked Sam to come in early that day to help her set up. It turned out what she wanted to set up was him. In her genius, she had said, she had come up with a new way to start the class. Before any of the girls arrived, from now on, Sam was to come in early, strip naked, and placed his balls on his desk, which Ms. Powell had him move to the front of the class. Then, she cuffed him to the desk so he couldn't move away. This was to be the new way she would take attendance, she had told him. As each student entered, they would hit his balls and he would call out their name. All too soon the bell rang. Sam gulped with anticipation. The door opened and his ordeal began. Ms. Powell had emailed the rest of the class already, so they knew what to do. First to enter was the mousy haired girl whose name he still didn't know. She marched right up and delivered a hard punch to his nuts before he could ask her. He felt his balls compress against the hard wood of the desk and he grunted in pain.

"W-what's your name? Sorry." he breathed.

"Oh," she said with an embarrassed smile, "It's, uh, Sasha. Sasha Bullock."

"Bullock." Sam grunted to Ms. Powell, who checked a box on her sheet, an amused smile playing on her cherry lips.

From then on, Sam made a point to ask any names he didn't know straight away. This allowed him to receive only one devastating blow to his swelling balls for each student who entered. That is, until Samantha. She strolled into the room in her usual black combat boots, a plaid shirt around her waist, and a mischievous grin on her face.

"Ms. Powell?" she asked,



"Yes, dear?"



"I was wondering if it would be okay for me to use these on his balls when he calls my name?"

She pulled from her pocket a set of heavy looking brass knuckles. Sam's eyes widened and he shot Ms. Powell a pleading look. Ms. Powell pursed her lips, trying to keep the eager smile forming on her mouth at bay while she considered. After a moment she said,

"You know, why not? Give em' your best shot."

The eagerness in her eyes was painfully obvious, and the sight of it made Sam's cock begin to stiffen in earnest. The cruel pleasure she took in his agony excited him more than he cared to admit.

"Thanks, Ms. P. You're the best!" Samantha said, now looming over Sam.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who wants this, huh bitch boy?" She said, caressing his cock with the brass knuckles. He looked up into her face, and braced himself as her wicked grin stared back at him.

"Say my name, bitch." She said, "Say! My! Name!"

Her last words were punctuated by three hard, ball crushing punches, cold brass slamming into his inflamed balls. First his left, then his right, then a final, loud, THUMP, as the weapon collided with his battered left ball. He heaved over the desk, and dug his nails into the wood of the desk, crying out in silent agony, all the while, precum streaming from his cock as it threatened to unleash the tidal wave of pleasure this orgasm would bring. But it didn't come, not yet. So neither did he.

"Samantha." he whimpered as the blue haired girl took her seat, a hungry look still in her eye.

The next few students were thankfully less brutal with their punches, allowing him to coast through in a haze of agonizing pleasure until Lacy entered. She appeared somewhat struck at the sight of his bruised balls and pulsing cock on display. She bit her lip as she approached, and their eyes met. Sam had no idea what to say. Here was the girl, his erstwhile bully, who had just yesterday confessed her undying love for him, in front of him. And here he was, naked, about to cum, balls more damaged than they ever had been on the desk in front of her, and she was about to punch them again, and this was the first time they'd spoken since they had kissed. What the fuck on earth are you supposed to say in this situation? He thought to himself. Finally he managed a weak,

"Uh, hi."

And an awkward smile, which she returned in kind.

"Yeah, hi. Uh, Balls okay?" she blurted.

"They've been better."

"Yeah, sorry, I uh. Yeah. I'll just." And she quickly rapped his balls with her knuckles and abruptly turned to take her seat, stonchy avoiding his gaze.

"Lacy Lang." he announced, just as the final student, his sister, entered the room.

She walked right up to him with a coy smile he had seen on many faces that morning, and punched his balls hard.

"Morning Ms. Powell!" she said brightly as she took her seat.

"Good morning, Penelope." said Ms. Powell. "Well then, it seems we're all here. How about one more to start the class, eh, Sam?" she said, coming over to his desk.

With what must have been all her strength, she brought her first down hard onto his balls. The desk jerked as her knuckles smashed his left ball. He howled in pain as Ms. Powell covered his mouth his her hand. She then hammered his left ball four more times, even harder than before, and his mind going black with pain and pleasure, at last, he came. A generous load shot out of his throbbing cock and splattered onto his desk.

"Ah, there we go!" Ms. Powell said brightly, "A perfect start to class."