My Poor Balls: Tuesday: The Commute Penalty (Kicking)

**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.

# Chapter 23: Tuesday:  The Commute Penalty

I stumbled through the door twenty minutes late—traffic had been hell, but it was nothing compared to the hell my sensitive testicles were about to face. They were still tender and sore from yesterday’s time in the vice, every movement throbbing the attempt to change shapes yesterday leaving a mark in pain today. They looked pathetic, bruised and heavy, silently begging for mercy I knew they’d never get.

I kicked off my shoes, dropped my pants and underwear in one frantic motion, and sank to my knees right there in the foyer. Legs spread wide, back straight, I pushed my battered testicles forward as far as they would go, offering them up like the daily sacrifice they were.

My wife was barefoot in her apron, stirring a pot of chili. She turned, eyes soft but sharp, and took the chili off the burner.

“Honey… you’re late,” she said, voice warm.

“Traffic. And—”

“Shh.” She stepped close, almost tender. “Doesn’t matter. You know the rule—late means double. Seventy-two kicks. Ouch.” She made a mocking little grimace. “And I don’t want your hands in the way.”

She grabbed the rope from the hook, looped it around my wrists—slow, deliberate, like she was wrapping a gift—and cinched it tight.

“There. Shoulders back, chest out… good boy. Bring the balls forward. Show me how brave you are.”

Her toes curled. Her right foot arced back and slammed square into my sack. Both nuts flattened instantly; deep, nauseating thunder detonated inside me, radiating up into my stomach. The leftover swelling from yesterday made it feel like she’d kicked raw meat.

“One,” I gasped, voice cracking on the first syllable.

“That’s it,” she said, smiling, eyes gleaming. “Feel how they compress? Like they’re begging… but they don’t get mercy. It’s the rules.”

She kicked again, dead center. My nuts jolted hard, nerves screaming.

“Two.”

“Mmm. Look at them swell already. So pretty when they’re hurting.”

By ten they were hot and pulsing—every kick drove the dull, aching throb deeper into my gut. I could feel yesterday’s bruises waking up and screaming along with the new ones.

“Eleven,” I managed, breath already hitching.

“You’re doing so well, love,” she cooed. “God, I love watching the balls suffer.”

Another series of kicks left me wobbling. Several times my instincts took over and I collapsed to the floor, trying desperately to curl around my punished orbs, but the rope kept my hands useless behind my back. Every single time she simply prodded me with her foot, encouraging me to rise and present my balls again. *I’m trying,* I thought, pride and shame warring inside me. *I want to be strong for her. These stupid balls just hurt so much, but I have to overcome the pain.*

After thirty-six she stopped.

“Stand. At attention.”

I forced myself up after several deep breaths—legs like jelly, thighs trembling. She planted her feet, grabbed my chin, thumb stroking my jaw.

“Now confess,” she said. “What’d you fuck up today?”

“Forgot to CC the team… we had to redo a report.”

“Oh, baby. That’s careless.” Her hand dropped; her fingers circled my left ball in a slow, threatening squeeze. “Say sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”  

Her fingers tighten mercilessly, finding her favorite sensitive spots, she crushed my delicate testicles meat.  “Louder. Let me hear it.”

“I’m sorry!” My knees buckled hard. I tried to drop but she held me in her iron grip, crushing brutally to remind me who owned them, until she finally let me collapse.

She sighed theatrically and shook her foot lightly. “Ugh. We’re only halfway done. I don’t want to hurt my foot. You wouldn’t want me to hurt my foot on the balls, would you?”

“Of course not,” I panted, still curled on the floor. “We should be careful that your precious feet don’t ever feel any discomfort they don’t have to.”

It was ridiculous—completely unfair. We were showing far more concern for her feet than for my much more delicate, already mangled testicles. But that was the game, and I loved her for it.

“Exactly.” She smiled that perfect, dangerous smile. “Wait in the living room. I’ll grab shoes. A little protection, just to be safe, right?”

She disappeared upstairs. I crawled on my knees—nuts throbbing worse with every movement, rope keeping my hands pinned behind my back—and settled on the carpet, legs spread again, offering them up.

She returned wearing old tennis shoes.

“Ready for the next thirty-six?”

I wasn’t. Not even close. But there was no point arguing.

The first kick after the break was a solid thud. Both balls slammed inward, fresh pain exploding on top of the old.

“Thirty-seven,” I croaked.

“Try being a little brave and don’t fall down for the rest of the kicks, please.”

A flurry followed. By forty-five my balls were swollen to bursting—bruise stacked brutally on bruise, the skin tight and shiny.

“Forty-five,” I croaked, leveraging myself back to my knees on shaking legs.

“You’re trembling,” she said, voice soft and loving. “I could stop… but you wouldn’t want me to, would you?  The balls need this, don’t they?”

I sucked in a pained breath, make sure my legs were spread, and my testicles thrust forward at their most vulnerable, and then replied, “please…”  my voice broke.  “Please continue”

Kick. Kick. Kick. By sixty every impact sent me collapsing to the floor, dry-heaving, stomach trying to turn itself inside out.

“Come on!” she cheered. “You can do it! Stop being so lazy!”

The moment I dragged myself back into position with my testicles exposed, another mind-shattering kick would send me straight back down. It kept happening, over and over.

“Seventy-one,” I gasped, voice unsteady and wrecked.

The final powerful kick compressed both of my swollen orbs brutally. I collapsed forward, forehead to the floor, a strangled groan ripping out of me as fresh, blinding pain spiked through everything.

She knelt, untied my wrists, and stroked my hair. “Mark it: ‘72—late tax paid.’ Good job.”

I crawled to the ledger and tried to stop shaking long enough to scribble the entry while she watched, humming happily.

“Now dinner,” she said. “Keep the balls out. And…” She reached into the drawer and pulled out a large plastic clamp with spring-loaded wide jaws. “…I’m not satisfied. Not yet.”

She knelt, gently maneuvered my tender, throbbing nuts between the jaws, then slowly closed them. Pressure built—crushing, unrelenting, turning the deep ache into something white-hot and nauseating.

“Ah—fuck—!” My gasp turned into a long groan; my body jerked hard, hands clawing uselessly at the air.

“Shh.” She kissed my forehead, gentle and loving. “Breathe through it. It’ll throb the whole time you’re eating dinner… like a little reminder. Being late comes with a cost, afterall.”

I tried to stand. My legs gave out. I fell. Tried again—the world spun. Finally I made it upright, the clamp biting deeper with every single heartbeat, sending fresh waves of dull, sickening pain rolling through me.

She stood, patted my ass, and smiled that perfect mix of loving and cruel. “Go on. Serve the chili. And remember—no touching that clamp. Let the balls learn their lesson.”

I shuffled toward the kitchen—each step a fresh, grinding reminder of the abuse. She watched me the whole way, smiling.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You are very welcome,” she said.



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](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1aw4119/my_poor_balls_chapter_19_good_night_beating_caning/) (Caning)
* [Chapter 20](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1aw4c0j/my_poor_balls_chapter_20_wake_up_and_smell_the/) (Caning, Kicking, Taser)
* [Chapter 21](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1sbt29n/my_poor_balls_chapter_21_sunday_the_long_painful/) (Cock Torture, Ball Kicks)
* [Chapter 22](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1si173p/my_poor_balls_monday_time_with_my_crush_testicle/) (Testicle Vice)