Hope's Birthday

A few years had passed since Hope discovered how delicate my softest spot was. We had agreed to pretend that day never took place and continued with our lives, until about a year ago where an incident occured that awakened something in her. I will recall the incident in detail some other time since it is a painful but significant memory.

It was her birthday today. She looked very cheerful, the celebrations had gone well but the day had come to an end and the last party guest had left. We were alone in the house. She cut two slices of leftover cake and gave one to me.

"Thanks," She said as she finished her last mouthful "for everything today! Breakfast in bed, the resturant, organising the party and the painting set! It was perfect"

"Your birthday's not over yet," I said "I have one more present for you."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Stand up," I commanded.

"Yes sir!" She stuck her tongue out and stood up. She let out a high pitched giggle as I scooped her up into my arms. She wasn't heavy at all. I carried her up the stairs, into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. She bit her bottom lip and tugged my shirt, pulling me in close for a kiss. I pressed my nose against hers for a few seconds after we seperated. She smelled lovely.

"Hope, do you remember what you said after the, well, incident last year" I whispered to her

There was visible confusion on her face and her cheeks turned red. She whispered back "I thought... why are you bringing this up?"

"It's your birthday. I want to let you live out your fantasy, for one day" I said confidently

"But won't you like... get hurt?" She said innocently.

"I've learned my lesson! If it's too much, I'll tell you." I did not want a repeat of the incident- I knew my limits now.

"Are you sure?" Her voice sounded higher than usual and her cheeks reddend futher.

"Certain" I said "Do whatever you like for an hour." I set a timer on my phone "starting now. What do you want to do first?"

"I want to wrestle you, in only underwear. Just one round, and we'll stop when you give up?" She sounded much more enthusiastic than I expected.

"Who says I'll give up?"

"Oh you will," she grinned. We both stripped down and faced each other on all fours on the bed. She immidiately reached for the balls but I grabbed her wrist. She tried again with the other arm but I grabbed her wrist again. I quickly turned her over, put my weight down on her and pinned her arms to the bed. Easy.

"I win" I said triumphantly. She whispered something back, very quietly, with a mischievous look. I leant forwards and brought my ear close to her face.

"You lose," she whispered. The top half of my body was leaning down to her face, raising the bottom half a little. Her bare thigh slammed into my balls, sending a jolt of pain up into my stomach. Hope held it there for a few seconds, trapping my ball between her thigh and my pelivis. I squirmed then hunched over. Hope giggled uncontrollably.

"Give up now?" She said, still laughing. I nodded, still hunched over her.

"Does it hurt too much? We can take a break. Or stop?" She was always the worrier

"I'm okay!" I forced a smile "what do you want to do next, Hope?"

She was not convinced "let's take a break?" She suggested. I rested my head on her stomach for a few minutes, while I recovered. She hummed some tunes and played with my hair. Eventually Hope asked "Hey, are you feeling better? Want to carry on?"

"Alright!"

"Can you stand up?"

I could, and I did. She pulled my boxers down and then her panties. They were wet.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" I was happy that she was having a good time. "What do you want to do now?"

She smiled, showing off her perfect teeth. "Can I kick you there, but, twice in a row and has hard as I can?"

I hesitated. "Okay, but not more than twice, I don't want to die!"

She giggled at my response. She held my hands, our fingers interlaced, and kissed my chest. Then she stepped back. "Ready?" She checked. I nodded. She swung her foot back much further than I expected. I watched as it gained speed and momentum, travelled up between my legs and as the tip of her toe made contact with my balls. Pain radiated into my stomach, my knees gave way and I started to collapse. Before I hit the ground her foot had buried itself inbetween my legs once more and I let out a cry. The next 15 minutes were a blur. I remember Hope sitting down besides me, asking if I was okay, kissing me all over and apologising profusely. The pain made it hard to process anything. She covered me with the duvet and brought me some water to help me recover.

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"Should we call it a day?" She suggested "you don't look like you can take any more"

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"There's still half an hour left," I replied.

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"I'll be really, really gentle," she said "can you lie on the bed for me?"

I did so. Hope carefully sat on my hips. She sandwitched my balls between myself and her soft pussy and leant in, squishing them gently.

"Does this hurt?" She asked

"Just a little"

"Good," she smiled, satisfied. "Can we stay like this for the last half hour? Please?"

"It's your birthday" I said and ran my finger down her neck, between her breasts, over her navel and over her clit. I looked at her face, she was biting her lower lip again. I rubbed her, slowly.

"So, why do you like hurting me, you know where?" I asked her as I rubbed.

"You're so manly and in charge on the outside, I love having the power to bring you to your knees whenever I like. It's funny that you're so strong on the outside but you have this sensitive and delicate off switch that I can flip just by..." she pressed into my balls with her pussy. The pain levels skyrocketed. She saw my face contort and stopped pressing. "Like that," she giggled again and twirled her long black hair. Her lively blue eyes stared into mine. I continued to rub her.

"Does it make you happy? When you flip the off switch?" I asked. She nodded.

The hour was almost up, barely over a minute remained.

"Time's almost over, press as hard as you like as you want, for the last minute" I offered. Her face lit up and her pussy pressed down on my balls much harder than before. They felt like they were about to explode. I gritted my teeth and continued rubbing until I heard her moan and shake on top of me. The timer went off. The hour was up. She got off my balls and lay on top of me. We held each other tightly. We were both shaking.

After a few moments I asked "Did you have a good birthday?"

She kissed me. "The best!" She smiled, brighter than I had ever seen her smile before. I felt immense satisfaction, it had all been worth it, for that smile.

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