Daddy's girl - Chapter 2

First part: [Daddy's girl](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/JVQTF01GTJ)

A few days had passed since Brad’s encounter with Chloe’s boot, and he was only just starting to walk normally again. He still winced every now and then, a dull ache lingering in his groin, but at least he wasn’t limping. He sat on the edge of the couch, wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and an old T-shirt that stretched across his broad chest. His face was drawn, his usual easygoing smile replaced by a look of discomfort.

Lily was sprawled on the floor next to Vanessa, her best friend. Lily wore a cropped hoodie that barely covered her midriff, paired with tiny denim shorts that showed off her long, tanned legs. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and she had her phone in hand, scrolling absently through Instagram. Vanessa, sitting cross-legged on the floor, was dressed in a tight tank top that clung to her curves, her ample chest on full display. She had on a short pleated skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and her muscular legs were crossed, her painted toenails peeking out from her sandals.

Vanessa glanced over at Brad, her big brown eyes wide with concern. “Mr. Reynolds, are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.”

Brad shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his face turning red. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. “Just… had a little accident.”

“An accident?” Vanessa tilted her head, her tone sympathetic. “What happened?”

Brad hesitated, his hands fidgeting in his lap. “Uh… well… I got kicked. You know, in the balls.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened even further, and she let out a soft gasp. “Oh no! That must’ve hurt so bad!” She scooted closer to the couch, her legs stretching out as she leaned forward, her cleavage more pronounced. “Are you okay? That’s so awful.”

“Yeah, it… it wasn’t great,” Brad admitted, his face flushing even deeper. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed.

Lily rolled her eyes, her mouth twisting in annoyance. “It’s not a big deal, Vanessa. He’s fine.”

Vanessa shot Lily a look. “Lily! It’s your dad! That’s, like, really bad.” She turned back to Brad, her voice softening. “Mr. Reynolds, if you need anything, you can just ask. Seriously.”

Brad managed a weak smile. “Thanks, Vanessa. I appreciate it.”

Vanessa smiled back, her expression warm. “Of course. Anytime.”

Lily let out an exasperated sigh, tossing her phone onto the floor. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing. Dad, you let that bitch kick you in the balls? Like, how pathetic is that?”

Brad’s face fell, and he looked at Lily in surprise. “Lily, come on. It wasn’t like I let her. She just… did it.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t do anything about it,” Lily shot back, her voice dripping with disdain. “You just laid there crying like a baby. Do you know how humiliating that was for me? My dad, beaten up by some random chick. It’s, like, so lame.”

Brad frowned, his jaw tightening. “Lily, it hurts a lot more than you think. She kicked me really hard.”

“Oh, boo hoo,” Lily said, rolling her eyes again. “She’s, like, half your size. You should’ve done something. Anything.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression a mix of frustration and disappointment. “You’re supposed to be the strong one, Dad. Not some guy who gets his ass handed to him by a girl.”

Vanessa glanced between them, clearly uncomfortable. “Lily, maybe you should give him a break. He’s probably still in pain. My brother limped for, like, forever last time I kicked him.”

Lily scoffed. “He’s fine. It’s been days.” She turned back to Brad, her eyes narrowing. “You need to get revenge, Dad. You can’t just let her get away with it. That’s so weak.”

Brad shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his hands instinctively moving to cover his crotch as if the mere mention of Chloe’s name brought back the phantom pain. “Revenge?” he repeated, his voice strained. “Lily, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not… I’m not exactly in fighting shape right now.”

Vanessa nodded vigorously, her long dark hair swaying as she leaned forward, her tank top riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. “Yeah, Lily, you don’t get it. Once you go for a guy’s nuts, it’s game over. Trust me, I’ve put down, like, every guy I’ve ever been annoyed with. It’s too easy.” She glanced at Brad, her expression sympathetic. “And, like, Mr. Reynolds is still recovering. She will slaughter him.”

Brad winced at her words, his face turning red. “Thanks, Vanessa. I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“Dad, come on!” Lily groaned, throwing her hands up in exasperation. She shifted her weight, her long legs stretching out as she leaned back on her palms. “You’re, like, twice her size. She’s just some skinny bitch with an attitude problem. You could totally take her.”

“Lily, language,” Brad said automatically, though his tone lacked its usual authority. He rubbed his thighs nervously, his eyes darting toward the door as if expecting Chloe to burst through it at any moment. “Look, I’m not saying she’s stronger than me, but she’s… uh… she’s got a good aim.”

Vanessa smirked, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Oh yeah, it's game over as soon as you hit their nuts. It's like an off button.”

Brad looked genuinely pained now, his hands still hovering protectively over his groin. “Exactly. It’s not worth it. I’m just going to… stay out of her way. Avoid conflict.”

Lily leaned forward, her cropped hoodie slipping slightly to reveal more of her toned midriff. She propped her elbows on her knees, her hands gesturing animatedly as her hazel eyes lit up with an idea. “Okay, hear me out. What if, like, you trained your nuts to be stronger? Like, seriously. I mean, it's the reason you got wrecked, right? They’re, like, your weak spot.”

Vanessa raised an eyebrow, her full lips parting in surprise. She adjusted the strap of her tank top, her large tits shifting slightly as she tilted her head. “Wait, what? Like, how? You can’t, like, lift weights with your balls.”

“No, but you can condition them,” Lily said, her voice rising with excitement. “Like Shaolin monks. They train their bodies to take hits, right? They’re, like, superhuman. Dad could do the same thing. Start small, you know, like flicking or something, and work his way up.”

Brad’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his hands instinctively moving to cover his groin. “Lily, that’s… that’s insane. I’m not going to, uh, train my balls. That’s not a thing.”

Vanessa bit her lip, her dark eyes flicking between Lily and Brad. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her long nails catching the light. “I mean… it sounds crazy, but, like, I kinda see where she’s coming from? If you could toughen them up, maybe she wouldn’t be able to put you down so easily next time.”

Brad sighed, rubbing his temples as he leaned back on the couch. His face was still red, but the idea of not being completely defenseless against Chloe’s next potential attack was starting to sound… slightly less insane. Especially with Vanessa nodding along, her long dark hair swaying as she tilted her head thoughtfully.

“I mean,” Vanessa said, her voice softening as she adjusted the strap of her tank top, “it’s not like you have to go full Shaolin monk right away. You could start small, see if it helps. Better than just, like, doing nothing, right?”

Lily grinned, her hazel eyes lighting up as she leaned forward, her cropped hoodie riding up to reveal even more of her toned midriff. “Exactly, Dad. You’ve got nothing to lose. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life flinching every time you see that bitch.”

Brad groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, Lily. This sounds… crazy. And painful.”

“It’s already painful,” Vanessa chimed in, her tone matter-of-fact. She crossed her muscular legs, her pleated skirt swishing slightly. “At least this way, you’re in control. Like, you’re not just sitting around waiting for her to kick you again.”

Brad hesitated, his eyes flicking between the two girls. He couldn’t deny the logic in what they were saying, even if the idea of deliberately targeting his own nuts made him queasy. “I guess… maybe I could try a little something. Just to see.”

“Yes!” Lily clapped her hands, her grin widening. “This is going to be awesome. Let's start right now!”

Brad hesitated, his face still flushed with embarrassment. “Wait, right now? Like, here? In the living room?”

Lily shrugged, her cropped hoodie slipping slightly as she stood up, her long legs stretching as she walked over to him. “Why not? No time like the present, Dad. Vanessa, you’re in, right?”

Vanessa stood up, her toned legs unfolding as she smoothed out her short pleated skirt. She smirked, her full lips curving into a teasing smile. “Oh, definitely. This is going to be… interesting.”

Brad’s eyes widened as Vanessa walked over to join Lily, her tank top clinging to her curves. He held up his hands defensively, his voice strained. “Wait, hold on. You’re not actually going to make me… you know.”

Lily rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips. “Relax, Dad. We’re not going to go full force right away. We’ll start slow. Like, really slow.”

Vanessa nodded, her dark hair swaying as she tilted her head. “Yeah, we’ll take it easy. Promise.”

Brad groaned, his hands instinctively moving to cover his groin. “This is insane. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”

Lily crouched down in front of him, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just trust us, Dad. You’re going to thank us later.”

Brad sighed, leaning back on the couch, his face a mixture of resignation and dread. “Fine. But if this goes wrong, I’m blaming both of you.”

Lily grinned, standing up and motioning for Vanessa to join her. “Alright, let’s do this. Step one: a light kick, like 2/10.”

Brad tensed as Lily stood in front of him, her long legs planted firmly on the carpet. She glanced at Vanessa, who nodded encouragingly, her dark eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and mischief. “Alright, Dad,” Lily said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Ready?”

“No, not really,” Brad muttered, getting up from the couch with his hands hovering protectively over his groin. He looked uneasy, his broad shoulders hunched as if he could somehow shield himself from what was coming.

Lily smirked, her ponytail swishing as she shifted her weight. “Relax, Dad. It’s just a light tap. Like, not even hard. You’ll barely feel it.”

Brad didn’t look convinced, but he reluctantly moved his hands to his sides, his face flushed. “Fine. Just… do it quick.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” She stepped forward, her sneaker-clad foot snapping up in a quick, controlled motion. The toe of her shoe connected with a soft thud, right on his still bruised testicles.

Brad’s eyes widened, and he let out a sharp grunt, his body instinctively curling forward. His hands flew to his groin, but he managed to stay up, his face twisted in discomfort. “Lily, what the hell? That wasn’t light!”

“It was!” Lily protested, crossing her arms over her chest. “I barely touched you. You’re just being a baby.”

Vanessa stifled a laugh, her hand covering her mouth. She glanced at Brad, her tone teasing but sympathetic. “Mr. Reynolds, come on. This was a really light tap.”

Brad was still hunched over, his hands pressed firmly against his groin as he tried to recover from Lily’s “light tap.” His face was red, a mix of pain and embarrassment, and he shot her a glare. “Light tap, my ass.”

Lily rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips as her cropped hoodie slipped slightly, revealing more of her toned midriff. “Dad, seriously, you’re making a big deal out of nothing. If you can’t handle that, you’re never going to survive an actual fight with Chloe.”

Vanessa stepped forward, her long legs smooth and muscular under her short pleated skirt. She adjusted the strap of her tank top, her ample chest bouncing enticingly as she gave Brad a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry, Mr. Reynolds. I’ll go next. I’ll be gentle.”

Brad’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, his hands still hovering protectively over his groin. “Wait, Vanessa, I don’t think—”

But Vanessa was already moving. Her leg snapped up in a quick, precise motion, her foot connecting with a slightly firmer thud than Lily’s kick. The impact was still controlled, but it was undeniably stronger.

Brad let out a choked gasp, his body doubling over as he staggered back a step. One hand clutched at the couch for support, while the other remained pressed firmly against his aching nuts. “Vanessa! I thought you said you’d be gentle!”

Vanessa tilted her head, her dark hair falling over her shoulder as she gave him an innocent smile. “I was gentle. I only went, like, a 3/10. That’s nothing.”

Lily grinned, her hazel eyes sparkling with amusement. “See, Dad? Vanessa’s barely even trying, and you’re already folding like a cheap lawn chair. You’re going to have to toughen up if you want to stand a chance against Chloe.”

Brad’s face was a mix of pain and disbelief as he straightened up, still clutching himself after Vanessa’s slightly stronger kick. “A 3/10? Vanessa, that felt like a freaking sledgehammer.”

Vanessa smirked, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement as she adjusted the strap of her tank top. “You’re just a lightweight, Mr. Reynolds. Maybe you need to see what a real kick feels like to appreciate the difference.”

Brad’s eyes widened in panic, and he held up a hand, his voice strained. “No, no, no. I’m good. I get it. A 3/10 is… plenty.”

But Vanessa wasn’t listening. She stepped forward, her toned legs shifting effortlessly as she balanced herself. Her full lips curved into a teasing smile. “Come on, Mr. Reynolds. You need to know what you’re up against. This is for your own good.”

Brad stumbled back, his hands instinctively moving to shield himself again. “Vanessa, wait—”

Her leg snapped up with precision, her foot connecting solidly with Brad’s groin. This time, the impact was sharp and deliberate, a firm 6/10.

Brad let out a strangled cry, his body folding instantly as he crumpled to the floor. His hands pressed desperately against his throbbing nuts, his face twisted in agony. He curled into a fetal position, writhing in pain as he gasped for air.

Lily winced slightly but couldn’t suppress a laugh, her voice teasing. “Oh my God, Dad, you’re such a drama queen. It wasn’t even that hard.”

Vanessa crouched down next to him, her pleated skirt swishing as she tilted her head, her dark hair falling over her shoulder. “You okay, Mr. Reynolds? It was pretty far from full force.”

Brad groaned, his voice barely above a whisper. “Jesus, Vanessa… I think you ruptured something.”

Vanessa smirked, her tone playful. “Nah, you’re fine. You’ll walk it off. Probably.”

Lily crossed her arms over her chest, her cropped hoodie riding up even more. “See, Dad? This is why you need to train. That bitch Chloe won’t hold back.”

Brad didn’t respond, still writhing on the floor, his face pale as he tried to recover from Vanessa’s devastating kick.