Neighborhood Girl (Part 2 of 2)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/j8zwh2/neighborhood_girl_part_1_of_2/)

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“You’re not thinking of running away are you?” She asked as she walked up.

I guess the look on my face suggested I might run away.

We went through the hallway and entered her bedroom. She cleared some space and played something on her CD player. This felt a little forward, but then I noticed the rack of shoes.

“Okay stand there,” she said, taking a practice swing with the Reeboks she was wearing. Suddenly I felt her foot connect between my legs, not too hard though.

“Oof.”

Sara smiled the way she does. “Let’s start off with your old favorite, my boots,” she said, changing her shoes. These were some almost thigh high leathery grey boots. I bent over a little in pain as she tried them out.

She sighed a little. “Do you want to take your jeans off? You’ll feel it better and you want it to be as painful as possible right? I think that would feel better for both of us.”

“Haha, okay.” I said, taking them off. Thankfully I didn’t have a full erection, partly thanks to the pain.”

“Okay, next up… How do you like these new heels?” They were some basic looking pumps with an ankle strap, with a rounded but still pointed tip. black of course.

“They look nice.” I said.

“Thank you.” she said, before kicking me. This time I fell to the floor. I really started to ache this time, and felt that familiar cold, throbbing sensation as I looked up at her.

“How about I just stay on my knees?”

“Okay, but stand up for a second I want to try something out.”

Unsure of what she wanted, I got up, only for her to grab my shoulders and power her knee into my crotch.

“That was too easy, I can’t believe I never tried that,” she said laughing. “Okay, now you can stay on your knees.”

“You know I’m going to kick your nuts at least once a day until you leave again, I wonder if I’ll turn them into paste by then.”

“What no!” I exclaimed with a pained smile.

“What? I thought guys like you loved that sort of talk.”

“Well, sure, I guess it might be turning me on. But please don’t kick my balls everyday for real though.”

“How about you take your boxers off,” She said, surprising me.

“Are you sure?”

“C’mon I know you want to, it’ll… it’ll feel all squishy and stuff.”

“Tsk, yes mistress.”

“Just Sara is enough,” she laughs, “Okay, what’s next? Sandals?”

“Ummm okay, but this is the last one though.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, looking disappointed but still sympathetic. “Then we’ll save them for next time, ‘cause, I want to do it barefoot.”

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Smack! The sound of her bare foot slamming into my exposed testicles.

“Ahhhh!”

After about 90 seconds of recovery, she wanted to keep going. “Okay, lets try something different,” she said, putting a finger against her lips in thought. “Lay down.”

“What? Lie on the floor?”

“Yeah, just lay down,” she blurted.

I gave a concerned look.

“Oh come on, just do it. I want to walk on them, I want to trample them too.”

I nervously and excitedly laughed, “alright,” I said, lying down.

“Thank you!” She squealed in delight.

“Let’s first start with something less squishy,” she chirped, “like your chest, then I’ll move myself down.”

“Move yourself against my bookshelf so I don’t lose my balance.”

She held onto a bookshelf to steady herself. I felt her shuffle down about five steps over my stomach and lower abdomen until she got to my groin, her face locked in a cheeky grin. Then the pain started.

“How does thaaaat feel?” She playfully taunted, stepping her feet into my poor aching eggs.

I reared my head back, grimacing and groaning as she played with her feet, taking little steps with both feet.

“Sara?!” A voice came from the hallway.

“Shit, dad’s home. Quickly hide.” She said, carefully stepping off and pulling me to my feet.

I got under the, thankfully thick, bed covers a few seconds before her father entered the room.

“Did you need something?” Sara asked.

“Nothing, I just heard something and wanted to know if you were home.” Her father replied before leaving.

Suddenly I felt her fist find its mark through the covers, right into my sore balls. I involuntarily groaned.

“Shhh!” She says while smiling.

“Did I hear something?” He said from the hallway.

“It might of been the music Dad.” She shouted. She whispered, “quickly, pull your pants up and get outta here.”

Quickly dressing myself, I escaped out the window.

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Okay, so I know I said she was wearing stockings, but I retconned it to leggings so she could easily be barefoot. Apologies to those with a nylon fetish. ;)

Also, lesson learned, consensual 1POV is not my style, this felt weird to write.

Thanks for reading.