Getting Kicked by Kayla

On a warm day early in the summer, Colin was getting ready to head over to a friend's house to go swimming. He had just gotten out of the shower, and he left his towel hanging on the back of the door as he walked around his bedroom looking for the things he needed. He had his sandals, a clean beach towel, a plastic bag to keep his phone dry-- but somehow he couldn't find a swimsuit. He knew he had at least a couple floating around, but he hadn't gone swimming since the previous summer, and a suit would not turn up no matter where he looked. The only thing he could find was the speedo he used to wear for high school swim meets.

As he kept looking without any luck, he became a bit nervous, realizing that he might have no choice but to wear the speedo to Mark's house. 10 or 12 of his friends would be there, a mix of guys and girls, and when he imagined them all reacting to him showing up in the tiny swim briefs, he felt embarrassed. Even so, he was running out of time. He stepped into the speedo and slipped it up over his naked body, just to see. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror. It wasn't quite as bad as he had thought. The pouch of the suit definitely hugged his parts a bit snuggly, but mostly he just looked like a guy on a swim team. And now that he was seeing himself in the mirror, he remembered that most of his friends who would be at Mark's house had been to his swim meets and seen him wear these tiny suits before anyway. When he framed it to himself like that, he felt more confident that it would be fine. He put on some jeans and a t-shirt over the speedo and left for Mark's.

When he arrived he hung out by the pool for a while without getting undressed; he had started to feel nervous again. There were more girls than guys there, which he hadn't expected, and it made him sort of regret not trying harder to find a normal swimsuit. But as he looked around he couldn't help noticing that virtually all the girls were wearing ultra-revealing bikinis, and no one batted an eye; it was just considered normal. Why should he be nervous if none of them were? He knew he had a nice body, and he didn't feel self-conscious about it. So what was the issue?

He stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, then slid his jeans down and kicked them off to the side. He had been telling himself no one would even notice him, but instead everyone there started to whoop and whistle at him suggestively.

"Wow, who invited the stripper?" one girl called out.

"Geez Colin, you trying to make all the girls fall in love with you?" his friend Joey said sarcastically.

"I couldn't find my normal swimsuit," Colin said, determined not to become embarrassed. "You guys are all just intimidated because I'm in performance swimwear."

"No, we're intimated by the big dick energy it takes to wear a speedo in mixed company," another girl said, making everyone laugh.

Colin fended off some more playful banter, and soon enough everyone moved on. He figured that was the end of it, and felt relieved. He jumped in the pool and started horsing around with everyone else; now that the part he had been dreading was over, he was relaxed and having a great time with his friends.

He spent a long while in the water, and by the time he was ready to get out and take a break he had all but forgotten about his nerves. He climbed out of the deep end and stood on the side of the pool feeling the warm air on his wet body. Right next to where he had climbed out, Kayla was sitting at the edge of the pool, dangling her feet in the water and leaning back with her arms behind her, her face and chest pointed up towards the sun. She turned her head as he got out.

"Wow Colin," she said, looking him over appraisingly. "Nice penis!"

He felt a jolt in his chest and looked down. Now that the speedo was wet, it had becoming slightly see-through, and it clung to him even more tightly, revealing a clear outline of what was inside. Colin felt himself blush.

"You might as well be butt-naked," Kayla said, laughing. "I don't think that speedo is doing much to hide your parts."

Colin felt the blush deepen and spread to his neck-- he didn't know what to do; trying to cover himself with his hands seemed futile, and he wasn't sure where his towel was.

"I know guys talk about it shrinking when they've been in the pool," Kayla said, "so tell me, is this your full size, or would there be more to see if I walked in on you in the shower? I'm just curious."

"Um," Colin said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, he's shy," Kayla said with a smile. "That's cute."

Kayla's friend Jenny was sitting a few feet away. "Why does Colin look like he ate a ghost pepper?" she asked.

"He's embarrassed because I can see his penis," Kayla explained.

"Ooooo, I wanna see!" Jenny said, getting up and coming over.

"Uh, no, that's okay," Colin said. He took a step back, unsure how to get out of this situation. With surprising quickness, Kayla swiveled her legs out of the water so that she was crouching in front of him, and then darted her hand out and grabbed onto Colin's penis through the fabric of his speedo.

Colin jumped back in shock, but her grip was strong. "Hey, let go!" he said. He tried to move away from her, but she moved with him, her fingers latched firmly onto his dick. "Kayla, what the hell!" he said. "Let go!"

"Nuh uh," Kayla said, giggling. "Not if you're gonna try to get away."

He struggled with her for a while, and eventually he was able to pry her hand away, but she kept trying to grab at his crotch, giggling the whole time, so he held onto her wrists to stop her. By now they had attracted the attention of everyone there, and their friends cheered and called out encouragement for one or the other of them as they watched the struggle.

"Come on, stop," Colin said, a little surprised at how strong she was.

"You got this Colin!" Joey called out. "She's got nothing on you!"

"Show him who's boss, Kayla!" a girl named Amber cheered.

They continued to struggle as their friends watched. Colin was pretty sure she wasn't strong enough to ever break out of his hold, but he didn't know how to get her to stop trying, and he didn't want her to grab his dick again if he let go, especially now with everyone watching.

Kayla's best friend Ryder was sunbathing in a pool chair on the other side of the patio, sipping a drink and lazily watching from across the water as the two of them scuffled. "Kayla, oh my God," she called out after a while, sounding almost bored. "Just kick him in the balls."

Some of the girls who were watching snickered, and Kayla, whose eyes had been glued to Colin's crotch as she tried to grab him, quickly looked up, locking eyes with him and smirking.

Colin felt a new wave of anxiety course through his nervous system. "Hey, no, don't do that," he said. But Kayla was already giggling harder, bringing her foot up between his legs in repeated feints, causing him to jut his hips back urgently each time, which only made it harder to keep her hands and their grabby fingers under control. "I mean it, Kayla. Don't," Colin said, trying to sound stern. But as she continued to fake kicks towards his crotch, her and the other girls watching only found his reactions more and more amusing.

"Kayla, I'm serious," Colin said. "You don't understand how much that hurts."

He had only been kicked there once before, but it was one of the worst memories of his life. It had been in high school gym class, during a soccer game out on the muddy, neglected field that the actual sports teams never used. He was playing defense, hanging back towards the goal, watching to see how the play downfield was developing, when a girl in his class named Jasmine-- entirely unprompted and unprovoked-- had walked up behind him and absolutely punted her foot into his crotch from behind.

Colin gasped and immediately folded at the waist as if a support beam in his body had collapsed, and then soon after crumpled to the ground, doubled over, his face pressed into the mud and one hand clutching desperately between his legs. He had no idea anything could feel so awful. He tried to cry out but his vocal chords wouldn't work; his mouth hung open in silent agony, emitting only a high-pitched groaning sound.

The gym teacher, Mrs. Phelps, blew her whistle to stop the game and walked over. A small circle of other students, mostly girls, had gathered around Colin's folded-up body, watching his reaction with curiosity. Mrs. Phelps got to them a moment later and looked at Colin on the ground.

"What'd he, take one to the plums?" she asked. A couple of the girls who were standing there nodded. They all seemed unsure what to do, and so they just looked down at Colin, whose whole body was trembling with agony. Mrs. Phelps didn't bother asking how it had happened; when confronted later that day, Jasmine would say that she had been trying to kick the soccer ball and just kicked Colin by accident, but that was a stupidly transparent lie-- the ball had been at least a hundred feet down the field at the time, and anyone who had been watching her could have seen that she obviously kicked him entirely on purpose. Even so, her excuse seemed good enough, because she never got in trouble.

(It was a few weeks later, after the event had blown over in everyone else's mind, that Colin worked up the courage to approach her in the hall himself and try to get an answer; he just couldn't accept that something so devastating could have happened to him for no reason. But when he asked her why she had done it, she shrugged. "I just though it would be funny," she said blankly. And when he said he thought she should apologize, she shrugged again and said "I don't have to apologize.")

Mrs. Phelps stood around awkwardly with the other students for a couple minutes and then cleared her throat. "All right Colin, why don't you get back up and we can get back to the game," she said.

It seemed to Colin like he was hearing her through a tunnel, his brain was so consumed with registering the unbearable ache radiating from his lower half. "I can't get up," he barely managed to choke out in a soft, hoarse whisper.

Mrs. Phelps sighed impatiently. "Look, okay, so you took a foot to the bean bag," she said; her description made some of the girls standing around giggle softly. "These things happen. There's no need to be dramatic about it." Colin just groaned.

"All right look, we're getting up, okay?" Mrs. Phelps said, hooking her arms underneath Colin's armpits and hoisting him up. His body was like dead weight. As soon as she let go he collapsed again. Mrs. Phelps rolled her eyes and hoisted him again, but this time she dragged him over to the sideline so that the other kids could resume the game.

Colin spent the entire rest of the period recovering enough to just barely be able to stand up on his own and walk in to the locker room. As he became able to think more clearly, he was confused about why it seemed like no one had said anything to Jasmine. Though he was reluctant to do so, he stopped by Mrs. Phelps office on the way to his next class. It seemed like it would be an incredibly awkward conversation, but in the moment he was motivated by the memory of what that kick had felt like.

"Um, sorry, Mrs. Phelps?" he said as he knocked on her door. She was playing solitaire on her computer.

"Yeah Colin?" she said, only half paying attention.

"Yeah, hi, I guess I was just wondering, you know, if there is going to be some kind of response to what Jasmine did."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Phelps asked. She seemed to have already forgotten what happened.

"Well because, you know," Colin said; he could feel the conversation becoming more and more awkward. "Because she kicked me, I mean, you know..."

Mrs. Phelps turned to look at him. "Oh, you mean because she kicked you in the bean bag?"

Colin's face felt hot. "Uh, yeah," he said.

Mrs. Phelps shrugged. "I mean, that's what it's there for, isn't it?"

Colin felt like he was in a dream. "What?" he said.

"I'm teasing. A little joke." She gave a perfunctory smile. "But seriously, these things happen. When you've been teaching high school gym as long as I have, you've seen it all. Take it from me: if you're a boy, and you absolutely do not want to ever take a foot to the knackers, then you shouldn't be in gym class, especially not with girls. It's just one of those things; it's really not such a big deal."

"But--" Colin stammered.

"Just try to be more careful, okay?" Mrs. Phelps said as she turned back to her game of solitaire.

Though he only thought of it from time to time, this memory still tormented Colin. And now, as he danced out of the way of Kayla's feigned kicks between his legs-- to the accompaniment of her laughter and the laughter of the other girls watching-- it weighed heavily on his mind. Not only because of how devastating getting kicked there had been (although that component certainly struck terror into his heart), but also because of how humiliating the entire episode had been, and how much worse it would be to endure that humiliation in this context, in front of all his friends.

"Kayla, I'm not kidding," Colin said as he held her wrists and struggled with her. "Don't kick me there. Please." His voice sounded desperate even to his own ears. He felt pretty sure that she wouldn't actually do it for real, but he was already incredibly embarrassed by the way she was toying with him.

Kayla continued to fake kicks up towards his crotch, causing him to leap out of the way in desperation, while simultaneously trying to break free from his hold on her wrists, so that she could grab at his private parts again. It was exhausting for him to keep playing defense on two fronts. But after a little while, Kayla's face suddenly changed. She glanced over his shoulder with a concerned expression.

"What is that?" she said, looking off behind Colin. She had stopped struggling with him and was standing still, looking confused.

Colin turned his head to look behind him, standing up straight and relaxing his arms. Kayla quickly took hold of his wrists, then brought her leg back and, with a big smile on her face, rocketed her foot forward and up, landing a hard kick directly into the pouch of Colin's speedo. She had been standing the exact right distance from him; her leg extended so naturally to the perfect spot between his legs, enabling an ideal follow-through so that she was able to put an extra good oomph behind the kick, and there was something very satisfying about the way she connected with the thin, wet fabric of his speedo, and feeling how solidly her foot struck its contents.

"OoOOOooooooo," Colin shrieked, immediately collapsing at Kayla's feet. "Ooohhhhhhhh, no no no no no." His voice was small and weak. It felt every bit as awful as he remembered. It seemed like his whole nervous system had become devoted to registering pain; his entire body had become a conduit whose only purpose was to send signals of pure agony from his testicles directly to his brain.

"Ooouuuuugghhhh,' he moaned, his voice modulating in strange and funny-sounding ways. All his friends were reacting to the kick-- cheering for Kayla, whistling in sympathy, laughing at Colin.

"Woooooow, Colin got kicked in the balls!" one girl cried excitedly.

"Ohhh yeah, he got kicked in a *whole* bunch of nerve endings all at once," Jenny said, nodding her head like it all made perfect sense.

Colin was trembling and groaning on the ground, his body crumpled in on itself. "Ughhhhh," he choked out miserably. "Please, no. Ohhhh, no, please."

"Well she already kicked you," Amber said, laughing. "She can't take it back. There's no sense begging for mercy now."

Kayla squatted down so she could look into Colin's face. "Oops, sorry Colin-- did I do that?" she said, grinning at him. She tousled his hair with her fingers, his face buried in the ground. "Poor Colin; do your nuts hurt?" He groaned in response. "What's that? They do? Oh right, that's why I did it!" Kayla laughed at her own joke, and some of the other girls laughed too.

Colin lay on the ground in misery for a long time, but after a while everyone else lost interest and went back to what they were doing. At some point Colin worked up enough strength to half-walk-half-crawl over to a corner on the far side of the yard that was mostly obscured from the pool area, so that he could continue recovering without everyone looking at him. He felt frustrated and humiliated by what had happened. He tried to make it very clear to Kayla that it wasn't funny to kick a guy there, but she had ignored him and done it anyway, and then she and everyone else had laughed about it.

After a little while Mark came over to check on Colin. "Hey man, how are your nads?" he asked.

Colin shrugged. "All right. Feel mostly better by now."

"Good," Mark said. He looked back over towards the pool. "That was kind of fucked up by Kayla, yeah?"

"Yeah," Colin said.

"Honestly man, you should get her back," Mark said. "An eye for an eye.'

"What do you mean," Colin asked. "How could I do that?"

Mark shrugged. "I don't know, I'm sure there's something." He stood thinking for a moment. "You could give her the ol' titty twister."

Colin frowned. "I don't think getting your nipple twisted hurts anywhere near as much as getting kicked in the ballsack."

"Yeah, true, but still, it's something," Mark said. "I'm just saying, she started it, you know?"

"I guess so," Colin said.

It wasn't really in Colin's nature, but Mark had made him think maybe it was a good idea. He stayed over in the corner of the yard for a little longer, until he felt fully recovered from Kayla's kick, and then he got up and walked back over to the pool. He saw Kayla lying back on a reclining chair, talking to a couple other girls, clearly enjoying herself.

As he came over, Kayla looked up at him and smiled. "Hey baby boy," she said. "How's it hanging?"

He looked down at her lying on the chair. Her bikini only covered the bare minimum, and seeing her lying on her back, nearly naked, it was hard not to start having sexual thoughts. Her bikini top didn't even quite cover the entirery of her breasts, and Colin could just make out her nipples poking slightly at the fabric, which seemed as thin and insubstantial as that of his speedo. In one impulsive moment he decided to just do it.

"Titty twister!" he called out, hoping his voice sounded playful and good-natured. He reached down and pinched one of her nipples through the bikini. Kayla gasped, and her expression quickly changed to shock. After a brief moment of paralysis, she slapped Colin's wrist, and he immediately let go. The whole thing had only lasted a few seconds.

Kayla glared up at Colin. She looked legitimately mad. He didn't know what he was expecting, but somehow he wasn't prepared for this. A few long seconds passed with her staring daggers at him, and he became more and more uncomfortable.

Then, with no warning, she darted her hand out and grabbed his balls through the speedo. She immediately started squeezing.

"OOOOOOoooooo," Colin yelped. "No, stop!"

"Teste twister!" she said sardonically, mocking the tone of voice Colin had used. Colin tried to back away, but her grip on his nads was much too strong. She easily pulled him back towards her, then started squeezing harder and twisting his scrotum.

"Kayla, please, stop," Colin cried. "You're squeezing too hard."

By now they had drawn the attention of all their other friends, but no one was quite sure what was happening, and they mostly looked on confused.

"Kayla, please, I'm sorry," Colin said desperately. "Please, please stop."

Instead, Kayla shifted her grasp and grabbed him with her other hand as well. She quickly felt around through the speedo until she got a grip on each of Colin's balls between the thumb and forefinger of either hand. She pinched both his testicles hard, her face scrunched up in anger.

"EEEEeeeeeeeee," Colin shrieked. The pain was even worse then when she had been squeezing him with one hand; with the grip she had now, the full force of her fingers was concentrated directly into his ultra-sensitive babymakers.

"Nnnoooeeeeeeaauuughh," Colin whined, failing to form words. Kayla let go of him with one hand and picked something up off the ground. With the hand still latched onto the pouch of his speedo, she gripped her fingers around the base of his scrotum and squeezed, so that his testicles bulged out, straining the confines of his ballsack. It would have been a much easier maneuver if she'd had her hands on his bare balls, but she was gripping with so much force that the speedo hardly got in her way.

In her other hand she had picked up a sandal, and she slapped the bottom of it against Colin's confined balls.

"Eeeeeeee!" he cried, his voice unstable and high-pitched. She adjusted her grip on Colin so that his balls were angled up more, and then continued slapping his sack with the sandal, aiming for the flat bottom part of his testicles, which she had read once was the most vulnerable part, with the highest concentration of ultra-sensitive nerve endings.

"Eee! Eee! Eee! Agh! Ahh!" Colin cried with each slap of the sandal. It was clear that she wasn't being playful; she was truly mad. She was slapping hard, and since his balls were pressed out at the end of his scrotum, with nowhere to go and nothing else to absorb even a fraction of the impact, each strike was stunningly painful. Kayla slapped his balls several more times and then threw the sandal to the ground, storming off in anger. Ryder and Amber gave each other a look and then went after her.

Colin gingerly sat down on the lounge chair and then curled up in the fetal position. The pain in his nads was white-hot; he desperately needed to stay curled up for a while until the pain went away. Everyone else there seemed confused by what had just happened, but they largely shook it off and went back to whatever they were doing.

Colin lay by himself on the chair, not even bothering to try to slink off into a corner where no one would see him this time. Everyone left him alone, and eventually, after a long time, the pain wore off and he got up. Though he was completely humiliated, he tried his best to shake it off and get back to having a normal time with his friends. He was sort of succeeding-- he even got back in the pool for a while. But when he got out and was standing on the patio, drying himself with a towel, Kayla reemerged with Ryder and Amber. They had been gone for a while, Colin had no idea where, and now they were walking straight towards him, and they all looked angry.

"Colin, what the fuck?" Ryder asked as they stood in front of him. All three of them were glaring at him with their arms crossed in front of their chests.

"What?" he asked.

"What you did was not okay," Ryder said.

Colin was almost at a lost for words. "But--" he started.

"A girl's breasts are private," Amber said. "You can't just go around grabbing them whenever you feel like it. That is literally disgusting behavior."

Colin was intimated by how angry they were. "Well what about when she grabbed my dick? Or right after that when she kicked me in the balls? What about that behavior?"

"That's completely different!" Ryder said. "That was *funny*. Kayla was just goofing around. What you did completely crossed the line."

"Okay, well what about when she pinched my testicles and then swatted them ten times with a shoe? Wouldn't you say that makes things even?"

"As if," Amber said. "Kayla was just acting in self-defense; that doesn't make things right."

He felt like he was in the twilight zone. Kayla hadn't spoken this whole time, she was only shooting daggers at him. "Okay, I'm sorry," he said, mostly because he didn't know what else to say.

"Sorry's not good enough," Ryder said.

"Okay, well then what do you want from me?" he asked.

"You're going to get a punishment," Amber said.

"A *punishment*?" Colin asked. "What am I, six years old?"

"Yes, exactly. You're going to get punished just like a little boy would get punished, since that's how you've behaved."

Colin shook his head indignantly. "Look, girls, I don't think you're being reasonable about how much--"

In the middle of his sentence Ryder reached out and gave a firm tap to the pouch in his speedo.

"Ooo!" he cried out in surprise as he instinctively bent over at the waist. The girls moved quickly; Ryder pushed him further down, grabbing his hands and holding them against the chair, and Amber wrapped her arms around his torso so that he couldn't move; he was trapped with his head pressed against the seat of the chair and his ass up in the air. He tried to escape, but with two of them holding him, and the awkward angle they were forcing his body into, he was completely immobilized.

"Hey everyone!" Ryder called out. "Colin's gonna get a spanking, just like a little boy!" "

"Wait, no," Colin said. He started to panic a little, and being held down and unable to move was seeming like more of an issue. He never would have admitted this to anyone in a thousand years, but he sort of had a kink for being spanked, and he was terrified of how humiliating it would be for this to play out in front of all his friends. In his fantasies, the idea of Kayla in a bikini laying him over her lap and making his butt red would probably turn him on like crazy; but this is not how he wanted it to happen in real life.

Even so, there was nothing he could do about it. Kayla came up behind him and started spanking his butt hard, the thin damp bathing suit creating a cartoonishly loud slapping sound with each hit. He could tell that everyone was watching; some people were cheering Kayla on or making suggestive comments.

"Oh my God, yes girl, put him in his place." He could hear Jenny standing right next to Kayla; she must have come over to watch. The slaps kept coming, and Colin felt an unbearable cocktail of emotions: at least one part aroused, but at the same time terrified, humiliated, vulnerable. Feeling Amber's nearly-naked body pressing into him as she held his torso so that he couldn't get away only heightened all the emotions. He could feel tears in his eyes but he was determined to not cry audibly.

It went on for what felt like forever, and Colin was sure he had reached the lowest point he could imagine. Eventually there was a pause, but by then he figured that his butt was already totally red. He heard Jenny whispering something to Kayla behind him, but he couldn't hear what she was saying. Then he heard Kayla giggle. "Wow, yes, definitely," she said.

Even though he couldn't see them, he could sense that Kayla was bringing her hand back to resume the spanking. He sighed, resigned to his fate, and braced himself for more stinging slaps on the butt. But this time as Kayla's hand whisked through the air it landed lower down and gave him a hard slap on the balls.

"Ooooo!" he cried in dismay. It had caught him completely by surprise. His whole body bucked, but Ryder and Amber kept him firmly in place. Kayla brought her hand back and delivered another hard spank to his nads. "Ooooooooo," he cried out. It hurt like crazy. Regardless of his personal feelings about getting spanked, he couldn't imagine any guy could possibly have a kink for *this*.

Kayla's hand rushed up between his legs and slapped his genitals again. "Ahh!" he yelped. He had the desperate urge to curl up in a ball and protect his private parts, but it was impossible with the way he was being pinned in place. He got another slap to the sack, and another.

Two other girls were watching apathetically from across the patio. "Oh my god," one said. "Is she spanking his boy parts?"

"Seems like it," her friend said, as Colin yelped and shrieked with each hit. "Those are definitely the sounds boys make when you hit their testicles."

From Kayla and Jenny's perspective, it made a lot of sense. You have a guy helpless and immobilized in front of you, forced into the most ridiculous posture with his butt thrust up into the air; and as you're going about spanking his tight little butt, you can't help noticing that just below where you're aiming, staring you right in the face really, is a conspicuous and quite full-looking speedo pouch, and it's well known that the pouch is outrageously sensitive, such that even giving it a light little tap could cause a guy to wince and bend over. And so it's very reasonable to ask: if the idea is to punish him, wouldn't it make sense to spank the pouch, instead of his butt? (This is, more or less, what Jenny had whispered to Kayla).

Kayla's hand kept coming, causing Colin awful pain each time it landed. At some point she switched from an open palm, and drove her closed fist directly into his vulnerable balls.

"Oooooooooo," Colin groaned, as the fist landed with a deeper and more awful impact than the slaps had. Kayla's fist smashed into his balls again, and again. "Fuuuuuck," he choked out.

"Having fun Colin?" Ryder said. "I hope it hurts."

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that," Amber said, laughing. Kayla kept punching his ballsack. He couldn't believe how long it had gone on for, and he couldn't believe how much each new strike continued to hurt.

Eventually she paused, after what seemed like an impossibly long time. Colin figured it was over, and felt relieved. But Ryder and Amber still weren't letting go of him. He was almost too dazed to care, he was just so glad to not be getting his nads spanked anymore.

Kayla and Jenny were whispering again behind him, but he hardly even registered it. Kayla nodded and took a step back. Even after all that catharsis, she still looked mad, like she had a score to settle. Colin couldn't see her, and was too focused on how good it felt not having his scrotum struck to think much about what she was doing. Kayla took her time, staring at Colin's backside and becoming even more mad, and then she delivered a good hard snap kick right to the testicles.

"Oooooouuughhhhhhh," Colin yelled, once again caught by surprise, which always made the effect much much worse. His whole body convulsed so hard that Ryder and Amber let him go, and he collapsed onto the chair, vibrating with agony. "Uuuughhhhhhhhh," he moaned miserably. Whether she meant to or not, Kayla's foot had caught mostly the bottoms and backs of his testes, that outrageously sensitive spot where even light flicks were devastating. He was beyond caring about anything; he only wanted to stop getting hit in the balls.

Ryder leaned down to whisper into his ear. "I hope you enjoyed your punishment," she said. "*Maybe* we're even now."

"Okay, Ryder, let him be," Kayla said; she was smiling again, and she came over and patted Colin on the head. "I think we've given him plenty to think about."

"But what if he tries to get us back?" Amber asked, though it was obvious from her tone that she wasn't serious. "Think fast! Sack tap!" She flung the back of her hand into Ryder's crotch, quite hard. Ryder gasped softly in surprise but then laughed.

"You bitch!" she said. "Don't you realize how much that hurts?" The way she said it made it clear that she was mocking Colin. "I'll get you back-- sack tap!" She slapped the thin fabric of Amber's bikini bottom with an open palm.

"Ooooh!" Amber cried, making a big theatrical show of holding her crotch with her legs quivering, her eyes rolling up in her head. "Ryder how could you! You hit my testicles! How could you be so mean!" The other girls were laughing at her performance. Amber turned to Kayla, who got the hint.

"Please," Kayla said, clasping her hands in front of her and opening her eyes wide. "Please don't kick me in the ballsack. That would be so unbearable, I don't know how I could ever handle something that hurt so much."

"Too bad!" Amber yelled, and thrust her foot into Kayla's smooth crotch.

"Oh! Oh no! What have you done!" Kayla cried, holding her crotch with both hands and running in place; her performance was not as convincing as Ryder or Amber's. "Amber! Why did you have to do that! Why did-- oh wait," she said, suddenly dropping her hands and standing normally. "That didn't hurt at all."

"Oh yeah, that's right, it didn't hurt me either," Ryder said, slapping her own crotch for emphasis.

"Huh, I guess that means we don't have to worry about Colin getting us back," Amber said. "What a relief! If we had ballsacks that he could aim for we'd have to be on high alert the whole rest of the day."

Colin watched their shtick miserably, lifting his head with effort from the fetal position to see them mock him.

Amber smiled at him and faked a punch at his balls from behind. Colin gasped loudly and flung himself away from her. The girls burst into laughter at his reaction.

Amber patted him on the butt. "Well Colin," she said, "maybe *you're* the one who should be on high alert all day."