My Poor Balls: Chapter 19: Good Night Beating (Caning)

**Disclaimer**: These stories are a work of fiction. None of the events depicted have occurred as they are depicted. My wife and I do have a relationship that sometimes incorporates some ballbusting, but these stories are fantasy.

Here are the previous chapters.

* [Chapter 1 and 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/cwek6v/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_1_and_2_story/) (Kicking and electrical play)
* [Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/cxs5tc/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_3_story/) (Kicking and licking)
* [Chapter 4 and 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/czuziy/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_4_and_5_story/) (Kicking and crushing in a vice)
* [Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/d3yrq6/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_6_story/) (Hammering and sex)
* [Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/do0w3p/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_7_story/) (Execution style weight play and licking)
* [Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/epvzsf/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_8_story/) (Caning in stocks)
* [Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/fevozj/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_9_story/) (Kicking)
* [Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/gj9e9a/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_10_story/) (Crushing)
* [Chapter 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/gl3r25/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_11_story/) (Kicking)
* [Chapter 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/pdaix2/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_12_story/) (Hammering)
* [Chapter 13](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallBusting/comments/q3r6cp/a_week_in_the_life_chapter_13_story/) (Cattle Prod)
* [Chapter 14](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/y8wo2s/my_poor_ball_chapter_14_training_resumes_kicking/) (Kicking)
* [Chapter 15](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/ybh9ds/my_poor_balls_chapter_15_the_hike_leashed_pulling/) (Leashed pulling, Kicking)
* [Chapter 16](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/103xmhp/my_poor_balls_chapter_16_setting_up_camp_kicking/) (Kicking, Shocking)
* [Chapter 17](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/104ljcm/my_poor_balls_chapter_17_picking_my_own_switch/) (Kicking, Caning)
* [Chapter 18](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/10bptiz/my_poor_balls_chapter_18_weenie_roast_cock_burning/) (Cock Burning)

**Chapter 19: Saturday: Good Night Beating (Caning)**

I inspect the damage to my penis. The head was bright red as always, but with more variations than usual. There was some ash stuck to the cockhead where she had forced it to kiss the burning log. I gingerly remove it. The flesh underneath was discolored. It was likely to form a blister. If blisters did form, I was likely to get a week of challenging and painful handjobs.


I gingerly walk over to the hanging noose of rope left from my last ball caning. I loop it about my throbbing testicles, then gingerly settle down on the ground. As the rope goes taught, it starts to lift the mostly empty, but still weighty pack tied to the other end. I finally make it to the ground, and put my hands under my butt as she had previously instructed, and then wait.


“OK, honey,'' she says as she approaches. “I can tell you’ve been trying to be really good. So I’m going to do our goodnight caning completely naked.”


I look appreciatively at my wife. Excitement growing.


“But…” She continues as my heart sinks. “Earlier you couldn’t even take 10 little swats to ‘the balls’ without mewling like a child. So, this time, you don’t get to look at my sexy naked body, unless you can take the first 5 without making a sound.” With that she produces a strip of cloth, and holds it out to me.


Resignedly I take the blindfold and attach it across my eyes. After I do, I hear rustling, the sound of my wife removing her clothes. I’m so dejected at being denied a view.


“OK..” she starts. “Here it comes.” Thwap. The switch strikes my bound nuts painfully. I tense, trying to be docile.


“You Know….” Thwap, my trapped nuts are switched again. “.... “ she continues talking but I’m not really hearing over the pain in my nuts.


Thwap. The switch falls again. I take a long, slow deep breath. Trying not to groan or grunt. Just breathe slowly as my wife abuses my genitals. Thwap. Breathing interrupted, I struggle to keep my hands pinned, as my torso squirms about, animal instincts trying to protect my testes.


Thwap. The cane strikes deep into my nut meat. ‘Oh my god. Oh my god.” I think. Stifling a scream by biting my tongue. Nothing follows for a bit.


Then a flash of light as she leans over me, and removes my blindfold. “Good Job honey. Maybe you are learning to control those pesky balls after all.” We lock eyes. I break first as my eyes start seeking out her curves.


“Are you ready for the next one?” She asks. I nod in response.


Thwap. My body arches in agony. After a breath I say “Six”. When no additional testicle beatings follow, I look up at my wife, my eyes wondering her lovely body as they find their way to her face.


Her face is entirely one of disapproval. “What did you do?” she asks in a pedantic tone.


“I…. I … I don’t know.” Tears from pain, but more from the fear of disappointing her well up just below the surface.


“You made a noise.” She instructs. “The good night caning was a time to be quiet, and get ready for sleep. You ruined it with your big mouth.”


She is right. Thousands of times she has hit my balls, and almost all she has asked me to count. This time I was asked to be silent, and I couldn’t even do that right. What a fool I was.


She hands me the blindfold, then pulls it back briefly. Taking it, and rubbing against her wet pussy, then she hands it to me. I pass it in front of my nose, before attaching it across my eyes, with a damp spot above my right eye.


“We are going to do penalty switches until you are nice and docile. Count them out.” Thwap.


I wasn’t ready for it, and my hands flail about. They almost shield my sensitive testicles before I control them. Thwap. A second hit while I was recovering from the previous one. “Uh. Uh. Uh” I grunt.


Thwap. A 3rd hit in rapid succession. “That wasn’t a count” she corrects me. “If you don’t start counting,” Thwap, “This penalty is going to last all night”. Thwap.


I’m hyperventilating. Unable to find breath, even if my mind could form words. Thwap. I turn a bit to the side, desperate to slow the assault on my testicles. Her foot shoves me back to my back. Thwap.


“Its.. Its… Too… Too.. much. I can’t…” Thwap. Words fail me, as my torso contracts pulling me up.


“This isn’t up to you.” She chides, and forces my torso back down with her foot. “I decide when the balls have had enough. Now count!” Thwap.

“One” I burst out. Trying to beat the pain. Thwap. “Two” I try to roll about, but her foot holds me. Swoosh. “The…The…Three” I struggle.


“There you go, you are finally getting the hang of this,” she praises. “Let’s do 5 more, then we can go to bed…So long as you count.” Thwap. She punctuates her last word with a powerful stroke.


“Uh.. Uh… fo.. Four.” I force out only a millisecond before the switch strikes again. Swish.


I arch as high as I can, and practically scream “FIVE!”.


She giggles then lets me have it again, while I’m still arched up. Swoosh. The cane strikes a new spot. It is so painful. “SIX!” Thwap. I try to roll, but she prevents me.


“Sev..sev…seven”. Whap. my legs rise and try to cross.


“Ei..Eight.” I force out.


She rips my blindfold off, then looks at me with 2 cheesy thumbs up.


“Good Job!” she says. “That is the spirit”. She looks down at my mangled nuts. Then she aggressively grabs them, and pulls harshly. “Come on. Take me to bed.”


I’m nauseous and dizzy, but she is so aggressively pulling on my mangled manhood, that I roll into a kneeling position, then mostly because of her pull rise unsteadily to my feet. As soon as the rope goes slack, she removes the noose, then grabbing my nuts firmly in her right hand, she practically drags me into the tent.


“Come on!” she coos as she jerks on my balls. “You are going to lick my pussy so good in that tent.”


I struggle to follow, unable to think of anything but preventing my balls from being torn off.



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