Jim's Daughter Learns How to Bust His Balls (Part 1)

**Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.**

Jim was seated on the living room couch, zoning out to a blur of forgettable evening TV in his late Friday, post-work daze when his blank expression was interrupted by his daughter Amanda arriving in the living room, her high heels loudly clacking against the floor as she approached.

Amanda’s presence cut through Jim’s train of thought like a swift kick right to the testicles, something Jim often fantasized about although he had never dared to incorporate his own daughter into his deeply repressed sexual kinks. At least that was the case… until tonight.

“So dad… what do you think?” Amanda suggestively remarked to her father, after she had just spent the last hour turning herself into a smoke show seductress straight out of some influencer’s Instagram account whose content barely stays within community guidelines. She was just about to head off for a girls night out on the town with some friends.

Jim struggled to think of adjectives he could say out loud to her and feebly settled for, “W-wow… you… you look great honey.”

“Oh wait, let me give you a spin so you can see my whole outfit,” she said with a devious smile, before doing a little ballerina twirl in front of her dad, giving him an eyeful of the carefully chosen attire she had decided upon for maximum cock-teasing impact.

A short, black leather skirt that barely came down to her mid-thigh courtesy of Amanda’s improbably bubble-shaped ass, paired with a white, high-neck crop top that was stretched to within an inch of its life over her braless double D cup breasts. Her legs were clad in knee-length, black leather boots featuring tall 4” inch heels that made her well-toned calves and thighs look visibly defined and muscular. Her raven hair flowed down her shoulders framing her piercing, dark brown eyes.

It took everything in Jim’s power not to resemble a Looney Tunes character with their eyes popping out of their head.

“My goodness… you uh… th-that’s a really great choice sweetheart,” Jim stumbled through his words as he tried to disguise the visible discomfort that his impossibly hot daughter was putting him through by making him rate her sexed up party outfit.

“Heh, I thought you’d like it,” she said, clearly being coy about her well-known ability to render men drooling idiots that she had been aware of since high school.

 “I just wonder if it’s a bit… too much?” Amanda queried Jim, playing up her innocence in front of her father like she usually did whenever she sought his approval.

Jim cleared the lump in his throat and tried to be serious, “Well, look… I might not be fully comfortable with you going out like that but I do know how difficult the peer pressure and body image stuff that you girls go through is. As long as you’re happy sweetheart, that’s what matters.”

Amanda beamed a sincere, loving look at him and replied, “Awww dad, thank you. But you don’t have to worry about me. I know how to stay safe.”

Jim’s mind immediately conjured up images of his daughter defending herself from some hypothetical creep with a well-placed kick to the nutsack. He knew his mind shouldn’t be venturing into this taboo around Amanda but the sight of her standing in front of him like that, parading around in her ridiculously sexy outfit and those menacing pointed-toe boots taken straight from Jim’s wildest fantasies, was clearly too much for the middle-aged, single dad to handle.

Against his better judgement, Jim decided to steer the conversation into ballbusting-adjacent territory, “I just hope you’re careful out there. What if some creep tries to assault you or something? Stuff like that keeps me up at night, you know? Especially with how guys your age can be.” Jim hoped his concerned, fatherly pretenses were enough to hide the shame-ridden arousal he was feeling now.

To Jim’s surprise, Amanda bit her lower lip and narrowed her eyes at him, almost as if she enjoyed where this was going, “I think you’d be surprised dad. I could teach your average sleazy club pervert a really good lesson in manners. You forget I did a lot of track and field in high school. I’ve got some moves on me,” she grinned at her father with an inviting look, as if she wanted Jim to test these mutually-arousing waters with her for the first time in both of their lives.

Jim gulped hard and his cock throbbed even harder. He knew he was crossing a line for daring to look at his own daughter through a fetish-tinged lens but he was certain there was a distinct vibe of playful intrigue from her too. “What if she’s… into this?” he wondered to himself, never considering that his daughter possibly had some latent, domineering, ball busting tendencies of her own.

Jim eyed Amanda nervously and tried to be subtle, “I sure hope so honey but how do you know if you’d react well in a real-life situation like that?”

Amanda’s eyes lit up as she dropped a revelation on Jim, “Because, some of the girls I know do self-defense and martial arts classes and they’ve told me this stuff really works. I uh… even know a few who tried it out with their boyfriends at home to get some realistic practice,” Amanda was now trying to contain her own giddy delight at the images running through her mind of her long, beautifully-sculpted legs and feet flattening some poor, unsuspecting guy’s nuts.

Jim was taken aback and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “Ouch. That sounds… painful” he said tensely, completely unprepared for how rapidly this father-daughter conversation was approaching his most humiliating, embarrassing secret.

Amanda blushed and let out a little giggle, “Don’t worry it’s not like *that*… you obviously don’t practice full-force or anything. They don’t want to like... injure their man but it’s a good confidence-builder, don’t you think?” Amanda’s attempt at naivety betrayed her cunning; she was fully aware of what she was suggesting here and the anticipation of finding out that her dad might be a willing volunteer in an impromptu father-daughter ballbusting session was actually starting to make her body tingle with arousal too.

Jim sat bolt upright, half-convinced he was dreaming now, “Um… y-yeah, I guess it could help girls to try this stuff out in a comfortable environment first?” he offered with baited breath.

Amanda smiled innocently at her dad, “Really? I was actually thinking I should take up some of these classes but I kind of get nervous at the idea of having to try and defend myself from a man like that,” she eyed the floor anxiously, doubting if her father would buy into her suggestion.

Jim’s mind was racing but his self-control was giving way to the repressed, sexual frustrations of an attention-starved dad with no outlet for his burning fetish for testicular pain. “Hey, I’m always here for you sweetie. I could be your… training partner if you want?” Jim thought his voice was about to crack like some teenager on a first date.

Amanda couldn’t believe it, “Are you sure? You’d be OK with me practicing some self-defense moves on you?” Amanda feigned surprise but secretly hoped her dad was 100% serious.

Jim stuttered, “Y-yes. You know how much you mean to me honey. If it’ll help you feel safe out there and maybe even get you out of some terrible situation,” Jim paused, before continuing, “I’d do anything for you.” That statement actually came from a place of pure sincerity, even if his shame-ridden arousal didn’t.

Amanda resorted to her innocent, daddy’s girl act once more to reassure Jim that she was only half-serious about this, “I just… I don’t want to hurt you or anything?” she gave him a pitying look.

Jim felt touched by her fake concern, “You won’t sweetie; we could just practice without any real contact?”

Amanda pretended to mull over the proposition in her mind, as if it wasn’t made up already, “Sure, I’d really appreciate that.” Her smile was enough to melt any man’s heart and to say that Jim was keen on her idea was an understatement.

Summoning some courage, Jim stood to his feet and said, “Should we… run through some moves now before you head off?” while feeling his testicles tense up with anticipation.

Amanda’s own body shivered with excitement knowing she had lured Jim into her trap. She had suspected that maybe her father had some submissive tendencies but she never could have guessed how much of a willing recipient her dad could be for such abuse. “No time like the present to find out,” she thought to herself.

“Oh, I have an idea!” she exclaimed, looking her dad right in the eyes with a sultry, sensual intensity he hadn’t seen from a woman in a long time. Whatever her idea was Jim had already signed up for it and then some.

“What about if we role-played a bit? Like a realistic scenario where I’m out in public and you could be the attacker, right?”

Hearing his breath-taking daughter offer to “role-play” with him had the equivalent effect on Jim as popping a few Viagra pills at once. He took a deep breath as he felt his manhood swelling with anticipation and accepted her proposal, “Y-yeah… sure,” was all he could manage in response.

“Let’s say I’m standing over here next to the counter…” Amanda directed him as she walked over to the kitchen counter, “...which we could pretend is a bar somewhere, right? You could approach me as if you’re some drunken guy trying to pick me up who won’t take no for an answer,” she giggled again, clearly having thought this scenario through before.

Jim didn’t have time to suspect how long his daughter might have been a ballbusting dominatrix in the making, he was now plunging head-first (pun intended) into this surreal fantasy of his come to life.

Jim stood closer to her, with the flutter in his voice getting more pronounced as he tried to sound fatherly and in-charge again, “So… do you… have any particular move in mind that you want to try on me?” he tried to maintain eye contact with her but kept stealing glances at that Goddess-like figure and those pointy black boots that almost seemed to scream “ballbusting”.

Amanda replied without hesitation, “Yeah, you know… the obvious one.” A sly grin spread across her face while she continued; “The good old… kick between the legs?” She glanced down at her father’s crotch as she said it, unable to contain a burst of laughter.

“I knew it.” Jim shook his head while continuing, “Women always want to go for the balls…” They both laughed in unison, somewhat breaking the tension in the air and creating a genuine moment of light heartedness between them.

Jim was quietly relieved inside that she had suggested it first and his tense demeanor eased up a little.

“Hey, it’s our go-to move for disabling a guy and besides, I don’t think I’ve done it to a man in a long time! I could use the practice,” she said, unable to contain her delight in being able to say this to her dad with a straight face.

Jim looked down at the floor, part nervous and part unbelievably turned on by his daughter’s words. Amanda took hold of his right hand in hers and escalated her "daddy's little princess routine" to the maximum, “Don’t worry, I could never hurt you like that dad, that would be… so unfair. I promise we’ll just do a pretend kick but I won’t actually hit you… deal?”

Jim tried to sound masculine but couldn’t really hide his nerves, “Sure honey. Just go easy on me, OK?”

“Anything for you dad,” she gushed, leaning even closer towards him and taking his other hand in hers, smiling with a knowing grin of what was about to come.

Jim could swear a very obvious tent had formed in his thin joggers but he didn’t dare to look down and verify that.

Amanda led Jim over to the kitchen counter by the hand and then took charge of their self-defense role play like a film director, casually ordering her father on how to perform his assigned role as a training dummy, “OK so… I’ll face this way at the counter and act completely unaware of my surroundings. Then you can approach me from behind and make some kind of mean, degrading, chauvinistic comment at me… you know, pretend like you’re a real sexist pig who thinks all women owe him a good time or something. You can grab my left wrist to show that you mean business and that’s when I’ll snap into action, pivot and land a fast kick to the groin before I make my escape!”

Jim raised an eyebrow at how much imagination she had already poured into this fictional scenario; clearly the girl had given more than just a passing thought in her life to the idea of kicking men in their testicles. He hadn’t seen Amanda this giddy about something in a long time. This was beginning to feel more like a setup with every passing second and yet Amanda’s gleeful delight was only making Jim even more horny and less resistant to her charms.

“So… I just come up behind you and grab your wrist? Are you sure you’re OK with me being a little rough with you-“ Amanda cut Jim off impatiently.

“Dad, don’t worry… just trust me, it’ll be a great first move to practice,” she said, clearly implying there would be other ballbusting scenarios she had lined up afterwards. Amanda followed with, “You can be rough, I want it to feel realistic.” If Amanda knew what kind of filthy word association was going on in Jim’s mind at that moment, it would have been enough for her to boot him in the balls full-force right then and there.

Jim was feeling unsteady but he surrendered himself to his gorgeous daughter’s whims like he had done so many times in his life before.

Amanda stood at the kitchen counter and awaited his move. “OK, are you ready?” she asked with her back turned, while brushing her hair out of her face, adjusting her posture and positioning her legs slightly further apart.

“Alright… um, here goes. Let me stand a bit further back and then I’ll walk over to you.” Jim uttered, trying to keep his eyes off his daughter’s shapely ass and tantalizing thighs that were barely concealed within her very high-cut skirt.

“Is this really happening right now?” was all Jim could think to himself in that moment. He tried to come up with a suitably crude remark he could use as his designated pick-up line on Amanda, took a deep breath and then moved in on her.

With an exaggerated bravado that he hadn’t dared to use on a woman in years, Jim slowly walked up to Amanda’s hourglass silhouette from behind, grabbed a hold of her wrist, yanked it firmly back and let out a fateful, sleazy one-liner that was clearly dripping with irony, “So, what’s a pretty woman like you doing in a filthy mind like mine?”

Amanda felt herself pulled backwards by her father’s overly-excessive grip, which he hadn’t realized would startle his daughter so much, given his oblivious gutter-mind state. Amanda felt an actual rush of adrenaline go through her body as if it wasn’t her father coming up behind her but some dangerous, sexual predator in a dark alley and with lightning reflexes she swung her body around to face Jim, drew her right leg back as far as she could and without giving Jim any time to react, Amanda’s long, shapely leg sent the tip of her pointy boot right into her father’s scrotum with a force that she hadn’t bothered to calculate the devastating impact of…

**CRUNCH**

Jim froze in horror while he locked eyes with Amanda. His mouth hung open and eyes widened as he felt his testicles become trapped between a pointy boot and a hard place. A pain he could barely remember from his younger days had reignited all of the nerve endings in his entire groin in an instant.

Amanda drew her foot back and covered her mouth, looking just as shocked but for entirely different reasons. She realized it was only a few moments ago that she had promised her dad that she wouldn’t hurt him and now she had absolutely flattened her own father’s testicles for the first time in her life.

“OOOOOoooouuuuufffffff” Jim whimpered as he clutched his manhood and dropped to the floor in record time, being reduced to a quivering, sorry heap of a middle-aged dad by his daughter’s brutal kick.

Amanda went through a few emotions internally: shock, remorse and genuine concern for her father’s wellbeing before realizing the incredible power she had unleashed with her own legs. A sense of female pride, superiority and sexually-charged dominance coursed through her veins like never before, even as she simultaneously felt deep sympathy for her poor father.

“DAD! Oh- Oh my God!” Amanda exclaimed as she gasped in shock, as Jim continued to writhe in agony while letting out muffled groans and holding his pulverized testicles.

Amanda quickly knelt beside him and placed a hand on Jim’s shoulder as he lay on his side, still barely able to comprehend what had just happened.

“Dad! Are you… Did I… Oh dad I’m soooo sorry! I don’t know what came over me… I just… I just reacted without really thinking!” Amanda hoped she sounded compassionate enough to subdue any building feelings of resentment in her dad.

On the contrary, Jim’s ball sack may have been on fire but his raging erection confirmed he had just had an inner sexual awakening of his own too.

A line had definitely been crossed between the two of them and while Jim may have had second thoughts beforehand, he was now fully on-board with having his own daughter kick his testicles as much as she wanted. It was a bittersweet moment of bliss for him.

Jim rolled onto his back, eyes firmly closed and hands still pressed on his crotch while exhaling deeply and trying to regain the power of speech.

Amanda hovered over him, now tenderly caressing his shoulder with one hand while running her fingers through his hair with the other.

“Oh God I feel so bad about this, maybe this was a really dumb idea!” Amanda said, still in genuine in disbelief at how nonchalantly she had floored her own dad with a vicious nut shot. She wondered if this might be the start of a new, very painful phase of their relationship; for Jim anyway.

“UUUhhhhhhhnnnnngggghhhhhh… it’s… it’s OK…” Jim softly whispered, his face still grimaced in pain.

“No… it’s my fault! I can’t believe I did that so hard… I just… I feel horrible now. I don’t know how to make it up you,” Amanda pleaded.

Jim’s perverted mind thought of a few acts of kindness he wouldn’t mind receiving from her; none of them mentionable in front of his daughter, who would no doubt destroy his testicles if he dared to verbalize his disgusting train of thought to her.

“I- I just… ugh… I need… a moment here honey,” Jim mumbled, trying to feel if his balls were still intact with his hands.

Amanda’s eyes immediately noticed a visibly protruding bulge in her dad’s flimsy joggers, just above the spot on his crotch that his hands were cupping. Her eyes shot wide open, staring at the obvious outline of a noticeable erection tucked under Jim’s waistband.

Suddenly she didn’t feel so bad for Jim. After all, he was clearly enjoying this humiliating experience on some primal level as much as she could feel her own crotch becoming heated with sexual desire.

Jim sighed deeply, looking up at Amanda’s pretty face with a defeated expression, wondering how on earth he could ever be the same man around her again. He tried to distract from the awkward tension by commenting on Amanda’s precision ballbusting technique, “If I had any idea… that you could kick so hard… I uh… I would have invested in a cup,” Jim smirked in between more pained expressions.

Amanda matched his attempt at levity, replying “I guess that was a little too realistic, huh?” she joked. Even in spite of Jim’s aching testicles, he cracked a laugh. Amanda giggled, feeling calmed now that her father was actually making light of this deeply emasculating situation with her.

“Wow. He’s really enjoying this,” she thought, as she continued to comfort Jim by holding him gently while keeping her gaze locked onto the surprisingly large bulge between his legs.

The sight of his formerly innocent angel now-turned ballbusting bitch gazing down at him while he was in the most vulnerable state a man could be in, was sending Jim’s mind into a delirious state of heightened arousal. He felt the distinct sensation of pre-cum leaking from his swollen cock as his daughter held him affectionately. The pain had definitely been worth it in Jim’s mind.

 “Dad, you’re not mad at me, are you?” Amanda wondered aloud, wanting to make sure that she still had her father wrapped her around her finger like an obedient pet.

“No… no, of course not. I agreed to it… it’s on me. Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll be good, I just need some time to recover…” Jim reassured her.

“Could you… help me up?” Jim asked, finally summoning the strength to stand up again.

“Of course, here… grab my hands, just hold onto me tight…” Amanda replied as Jim picked himself up off the ground, finally letting go of his tender, battered orbs and placing his hands in Amanda’s as she peeled her father off the floor and helped to steady him on his feet.

Jim’s head came within inches of her luscious breasts on the way up, noticing that her nipples were clearly protruding through her white crop top. Something told him it wasn’t the temperature in the room that was making Amanda’s perky areolas so visible in that skin-tight top but more due to her sadistic enjoyment of his painful humiliation.

As Jim stood on wobbly legs, Amanda wrapped an arm around his back and continued holding him firmly by his shoulder, commenting “Oh my gosh dad… you had me worried for a second. I was thinking how difficult it would be to explain this on the phone if I needed to call for an ambulance,” Amanda couldn’t resist making more humorous jabs at his expense.

Jim chuckled and seemed to be somewhat back to himself again, replying “Ugh… that's a scary thought. Thankfully… the boys are feeling normal, so no harm done.”

Amanda’s curiosity started picturing what effect her kick had on Jim’s ballsack, as she stood so close to her father that her pillowy-soft breasts casually pressed against his torso, causing Jim to flinch.

“Phew, that’s a relief! I still can’t get over how easily that kick floored you! I mean… I know guys are sensitive down there but that was probably like… a half-strength kick if I’m being honest,” she said with a smug, mischievous confidence.

Jim’s mind reeled from hearing that his daughter could have put even more force into that kick if she wanted. “Fuck. She could really break my balls if she wanted to,” he thought.

“Well… at least I know you’ll be fine if any guy tries to put his hands on you, honey,” Jim stated as he braced himself against the kitchen counter.

“Heh… I told you I know some moves dad. I um… guess that’s the end of our little roleplay, huh?” Amanda said despondently, before sweetly gazing into her father’s eyes with a puppy-eyed look that clearly signaled her deepest, heartfelt wishes to be allowed to pummel poor daddy’s testicles again.

Against all better judgement, Jim couldn’t bring himself to turn down his gorgeous daughter’s offer of more ballbusting roleplay. Even though a part of him was genuinely frightened by how much harder that savage kick could have been, his curiosity got the better of him, and if that wasn’t enough then a quick top-to-bottom glance of his sexy daughter reminded him that it was all worth it.

“No… I’m OK, I promise. You just surprised me. I forget how long it’s been since I’ve taken a blow to the jewels like that but… we could continue, if you’d like?” Jim felt himself getting warm and his face reddening, clearly feeling quite embarrassed to admit to Amanda that he wanted her to inflict more testicular punishment on him.

“Wait… what?” Amanda could scarcely believe him. “Was he seriously asking for more?” she said to herself.

“We could… you know, do another self-defense scenario if you’d like?” Jim offered; face still blushing as he wondered if maybe he was being way too obvious in his boner-fueled enthusiasm for this newly-favorite father-daughter pastime.

“But dad… that’ll hurt you. I couldn’t do that to you again!” she mock protested, knowing full-well that she was dying for another chance to hurt those balls of his.

Jim sounded adamant, much to his own surprise, “Amanda… you mean the world to me. If practicing some self-defense moves on me helps you to feel more confident and secure when you’re on your own in the world, well… a little pain is a price I’m willing to pay for your safety, darling.”

Amanda clutched her chest and gave her dad that million-dollar smile, “Oh dad… I love you too,” she said in the most cock-stiffening tone of voice she had, and with those words Jim’s balls were destined for another beating.

“Thanks sweetheart,” he smiled back to her.

Now that she had Jim right where she wanted him, in an instant, Amanda’s expression went from love-filled to a woman on a ballbusting mission.

“Now… if you’re up for it, can we try my other favorite technique, please?” she said assertively, knowing that Jim was along for this ride whether he wanted to be or not.

Jim felt a pang of dread as he was confronted with his daughter’s fierce determination to bust his balls once again, “OK but… just promise me you won’t do it so hard this time?” Jim’s pleading with his daughter not to ruin his testicles came across as pathetically submissive to her.

Amanda pursed her lips and glared disapprovingly at him, as if Jim dared to question who was really in charge here.

“Yeah dad, *duuhhh*. I’m not going to break your testicles… I told you already,” she snapped.

Just hearing her mention his testicles was incredibly arousing for Jim, even if he didn’t fully believe her when she promised to hold back this time.

“So... for our next scenario, I wanted to try a knee,” she demanded. “It’s something my friends tell me can be really, really effective because your attacker will have little warning that it’s coming and you can pull it off when they're really close to you,” Amanda was lost in her ballbusting fantasy again as evidenced by her excitedly doing a quick knee in the air that briefly flashed a glimpse of her lacy white panties to Jim.

He tried to avert his gaze while imagining how badly his balls would feel being on the receiving end of that knee.

“So… what do you think? Are you up for a knee, dad?” she said, putting her hands on her hips as she gave Jim a wicked look of defiant feminine energy.

Jim was up for being her little slave at this point. Her increasing boldness only made Jim even more willing to concede to her demands; the psychological ballbusting aroused him just as much as the physical did.

“Y-yes sweetheart, if that’s what you want,” Jim said as a feeling of total submission came over him. He looked at his daughter with a lustful, indecent gaze normally only reserved for other women, that solidified her sexual hold over him.

“Good! Why don’t you come a little closer… I need you to stand right in front of me for this one,” she commanded, as Jim obediently shuffled forwarded and stood so close to Amanda that the erection in his pants could almost poke her in the stomach.

Being this tantalizingly close to her body gave him a massive rush of arousal. Amanda knew he’d do anything for her now that she was relentlessly teasing him. She adjusted the hem of her skirt so that it was hitched up a little higher for better range of motion, drawing his attention down to her mesmerizing thighs that would soon collide with his testicles.

“Now, I need you to put your hands on my hips, as if you’re pretending to grab me,” she said to her startled father, whose cock twitched from hearing that.

Jim wasn’t sure if he heard that correctly.

Amanda reached out and grabbed each of his hands and moved them carefully onto her hips, so that they rested just along the waistline of her skirt. Her slim, taught, athletic body felt orgasmic in Jim’s hands.

“Like this,” she insisted. “Just keep them there OK?” she smirked, knowing full-well that her dad was clearly fighting off some incredibly strong sexual urges right now. Even Amanda couldn’t deny she was feeling some very taboo, erotic urges of her own as well.

Jim wanted nothing more than to slide his hands onto her plump ass cheeks and roughly press himself against her body so that his cock would be forcefully grinding up against her stomach.

Something told Jim he was about to pay dearly for all of these uncontrollable incestuous impulses that had been running through his mind all night long.

 “You mean, like this?” Jim asked, unsure if he was bordering on being inappropriate with her.

“No, firmer… grab me like you mean it,” she instructed. Jim couldn’t believe it.

He mindlessly gripped her waist tightly now, almost if he was in some kind of ballbusting trance that his daughter had cast upon him.

Amanda placed her hands on his shoulders and adjusted her stance, her braless tits jiggling around in front of her dad as she looked up at him seductively, relishing the effect that her teasing was having on him.

She eyed the bulge in his pants intently while gently raising her right knee towards his manhood, “I’m going to just aim my knee first, to make sure I’m hitting you correctly before I actually do it. I want to get this right,” she giggled, unable to disguise the exhilarating anticipation she was feeling.

Jim felt a profound sense of confused betrayal while he was simultaneously turned on beyond belief.

Here was his beloved, breath-taking daughter that he had dedicated his life to ensuring that she was adequately showered with affection, cared for, given everything she needed and always supported in everything she did; now eagerly forcing her father to take repeated blows to his testicles for her sheer amusement and devious sexual gratification. The very same testicles that had given her life were now the source of Amanda’s sadistic pleasure in ruthlessly abusing them.

The raw humiliation and degradation that he felt in that moment was almost enough to make him blow his load in his joggers.

Amanda felt Jim’s body tremble with nerves but her sympathy for him was barely palpable now as the femdom power-trip she was experiencing was simply too intoxicating for her to back out of this now.

“Dad… are you ready?” she said with a deadpan tone; clearly the voice of a woman would not take no for an answer.

“Uhuh… sure darling,” he meekly replied.

“Good,” and with that, Amanda pulled down hard on Jim’s shoulders for maximum leverage as she launched her right knee straight into Jim’s ballsack with malicious intent. Her knee connected with Jim’s dangling testicles producing a loud, satisfying smack.

**SMACK**

Amanda stood back and savored her handiwork as Jim’s eyes bulged out of his head.

“AAAHHHHHH GOD! OOOOOOooooohhhhhhhh….” Jim yelled, her father’s legs buckled instantly and he doubled-over in a fresh wave of ball-splitting pain, almost regretting his decision to go along with this charade once more. Almost.

Those flimsy joggers of his offered no protection against her powerfully-delivered knee. She had caught both testicles perfectly against his pelvic bone and flattened them with a force that should have been reserved for an actual, real-life attacker and not her poor, gullible father.

Clearly, this girl didn’t need the practice. Jim could tell she already was an experienced ballbuster.

Amanda stood proud with an arrogant expression, biting her bottom lip as she looked down on Jim and running her hands down those well-defined leg muscles that had inflicted more agony upon her dad’s unfortunate nutsack.

“Mmmmmm…” she let out a satisfied sound before exclaiming, “Oh wow, I felt that one land right on target!”

Jim struggled to stay standing, holding onto the counter for dear life, unable to process the complete disregard Amanda was displaying for his delicate, tenderized orbs.

Snapping herself out of her ball-lust for a moment, she remembered that she was supposed to care for her dad’s wellbeing and asked, “How are you feeling?” with a slightly compassionate tone, as if she was that clueless about how her father was feeling right now.

“HHHHhhhhhhhhhhhggggghhhh… m-my… balls…” Jim cried, “Aaaaaaaaggghhhhh… that… was hard.... Oh God...” he groaned, still clutching his demolished nuts with one hand and the counter with the other.

“Oops… I'm sorry dad. I guess I don’t realize how strong my legs are? I’ve been working them out a lot lately,” she offered as a mockingly callous explanation for why she had decided to knee his testicles into oblivion like that.

She stepped towards Jim, who eyed those nut-crushing boots moving towards him and reached out her hand to his chin, grasping it and gently tilting his head to meet her eyes before unashamedly asking him point-blank, “So… do you want more dad?” she said, her voice again sounding sternly dismissive of his feelings.

“N-no… please… please sweetheart… I-I can’t take anymore…” Jim begged.

Mercifully, Amanda’s insistence on further testicular onslaught was interrupted by the sound of a car horn honking from the driveway at the front of their house. Her friends had finally arrived to pick her up for their ladies night out.

Both father and daughter were jarringly brought back to reality from their sexually-charged fantasy, as if they had been dreaming.

“Oh, right… that’ll be my friends. Damn, I’m running late. I better get going,” she said, sounding thoroughly disappointed.

“Will you be OK dad? I didn’t hurt you too badly right?” she asked, now sounding more like her father’s sweet, lovable daughter as if a ballbusting spell had just been broken and she had returned to her normal self once more.

Jim breathed heavily but still stayed standing unlike after that first introductory kick to his balls.

“Yeah… ugh. I’m uh… fine. You go on honey… I’ll see you later,” he rasped, still feeling his aching balls throbbing with pain.

Amanda cheerfully replied, “We’ll have to finish this off some other time!”

Jim wasn’t sure how felt about that idea but he decided not to disagree with her, “Of course darling.”

Amanda leaned over to her father, lowered her head to plant a quick goodbye kiss on his cheek as was he still hunched over and thanked her dad for empowering her with a new-found confidence in her male-taming, ball-breaking abilities, “Dad… I can’t thank you enough! This was just what I needed for my self-esteem. You’re the best,” she softly whispered as Jim felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up from his naughty ballbusting dominatrix of a daughter.

“I might be back tomorrow morning OK? Don’t wait up for me,” Amanda said as she stood in front of him, hurriedly fixing her hair and adjusting her clothes.

“Bye dad… I love you,” she remarked before confidently strutting off down the hallway with a happy spring in her step.

“Love you too,” Jim muttered, still clenching his teeth as he tried to regain his composure.

As he watched that tight, leather-clad ass walk away from him and even with his aching, sore testicles hurting solely because of his daughter’s legs, he still felt like a proud father in that moment.

“Yeah, she’s going to be just fine,” Jim thought to himself. His balls on the other hand, he wasn’t so sure about. Jim had a feeling this was just the beginning of Amanda’s fascination with hurting her dad’s testicles…