New Self Defense Class at Washington High School - Chapter One

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**Chapter 1**

**New Self Defense Class**

After some convincing from the mostly female school board, Washington High School now offered a self defense course in its Phy Ed department.

The class was made up of 20 girls and no guys. The instructor, Miss Holly Hartel, was an attractive brunette in very good shape. Most of the girls at the school envied the 28-year-old.

On the first day of the semester the class started with very basic maneuvers - how to carry your car keys in a parking lot, how to break certain holds, many various defense techniques. They had been practicing moves, some girls using heavy, padded dummies and some using blow-up type dummies. The girls seemed to be enjoying the class, but entering the third week, they were starting to get restless.

They continually asked Miss Hartel (most of the girls just called her Miss H) if they could have the boys from the other Phy Ed class come over and join them so they could practice their moves on something other than a lifeless dummy. She explained how it was not likely since the other teacher had his own lesson plans and he probably couldn’t really stray from them.

Then came strikes to the groin day.

“Okay girls,” said Miss H, “As you all know, the groin is a very sensitive area of the male anatomy and a good target in self defense.”

The girls began to giggle.

“Ahem!” She said clearing her throat. “Since this is such an important target in self defense we will be spending the next three weeks practicing different ways to attack this area.”

"Yes!" the girls cried out.

“Please take your places in front of your dummies,” Miss H instructed.

“Be sure your weight is centered, place your hands on the dummies’ shoulders and thrust your knee into the groin area. Let’s all do it together. Three, two, one!!”

Each girl then raised their knees into the dummies’ midsections and a loud hissing sound could be heard throughout the gymnasium.

“Well, it seems like Heather really put some force behind her strike,” Miss H exclaimed as Heather’s inflatable dummy lost all of its air.

“Wow, Heather, that guy won’t be walking straight for a week,” one of her classmates chuckled.

“Now what am I supposed to do, I don’t have a dummy to practice with?” Heather asked.

“Hey, can’t we have the boys from the other class help us?” Another student suggested.

“Yeah, they have a substitute teacher today and I’m sure he doesn’t have a lesson plan,” chirped another student.

“Well,” Miss H explained, “even if we could interrupt them, I’m sure we wouldn’t be able to practice *these* maneuvers on them. You saw what Heather did to that dummy!”

“It should be okay,” Mary said, “I think they’re wearing jock straps so they would be protected.”

“Really?" Miss H asked curiously. "It wouldn’t hurt them?”

“No it wouldn’t, my brother plays football and that’s what they wear to protect themselves during games, so we should be fine,” Mary said.

“I’m not worried about you guys being fine,” Miss Hartel laughed. “Well, if that’s the case I can go ask the substitute if it’s okay.”

Then she paused.

“We just need to make sure they’re all wearing jock straps and I’m okay with it.”

“Alright!” Exclaimed the girls.

“So how are we going to check? We can’t just ask them,” Miss H said.

“I know, I know,” quipped one girl. “We can have them stretch in front of us and with those tiny uniform shorts they are forced to wear we should be able to see the straps pretty clearly as they bend over.”

“Good idea, Cindy” Miss H said. “Now I just have to go ask.”

Apparently, it didn’t take much convincing to have the boys join the class as Miss H almost immediately came back with all 20 boys and their substitute teacher.

“Now, before we begin,” Miss Hartel instructed, “we all have to stretch our hamstrings. Gentleman, if you could line up in a single row facing me. Ladies fall in behind them please. We will do a little stretching before we go on with our lesson plan for today.”

Miss H counted out the cadence for stretching as the girls peeked up from their stance looking for the tell-tale signs of the straps under the boys' shorts. They had planned to give her the “OK” sign if each of the guys in front of them was properly equipped, and to her delight, all 20 boys were wearing jock straps!

“Good, good,” said Miss H, “Now we can get on with our lesson plan. Boys, thank you so much for joining us! We have been practicing self defense in this class since the beginning of the semester and today we are so pleased to practice the knee thrust to the groin.”

“What!” the boys exclaimed.

“Oh, don’t worry, we won’t hurt you,” Miss H innocently assured the boys.

“You better not, we have a big football game on Friday,” stated one of the boys.

“I’m sure it won’t be any different than the contact you encounter in the games,” Miss H explained, not exactly sure why they were so concerned. They were wearing protection, after all!

“Okay girls, I will demonstrate on Mr. Johnson here first, then you can practice.”

The boys’ teacher was taken aback initially, not realizing he'd be involved with the demonstrations, but he wasn’t about to miss an opportunity to have this beautiful young lady get extremely close to him.

“Place your hands on your partner's shoulders like this,” she said, as she slowly put her arms up on the man’s shoulders, much to his delight.

“Then bring your knee up to his groin like so,” she said as she slowly lifted her knee to Mr. Johnson’s groin, holding it there for a few seconds.“ She could feel him stiffening under her knee which made her blush slightly.

Any questions ladies? We’ll do it just like we did with the dummies. I’ll count down from three and we’ll all do it together. And since the boys are okay (she said while making the “OK” sign and winking at the girls) let’s do it with the same enthusiasm Heather showed on the dummy earlier in the class period. Ready? Three, two, one!”

All 20 girls thrust their knees up as hard as they could into the boys’ testicles and by the looks of things, all were direct hits. Each boy fell to the floor, moaning loudly as Miss H jumped in fear - confused and distraught at what she saw.

“Oh, my! Wha-what happened!” she exclaimed, not knowing what went wrong.

“Well, I guess it really works!” One of the girls chirped gleefully, to bursts of laughter from the class.

“I thought you weren’t going to hurt us,” one of the boys said with a slightly higher voice.

“But, aren’t you all wearing jock straps?” The teacher asked.

“Yeah, but, jocks are just for support,” one guy squeaked out, “not for protection against direct blows.”

“But, I thought you wore jocks for football." She paused. "Don’t you?”

“They wear jocks with a cup,” explained Mr. Johnson.

“With what?”

“An athletic cup.” He said, “It’s a plastic cup that protects the testes from direct hits. They wear it inside the jock strap.”

“Oh, no! I’m sooo sorry guys. We thought you were all protected, really we did. I’ve never even heard of an athletic cup, or seen one,” she said, “what do they even look like?”

“Well, I believe there’s a box of them in the coaches office if you’d like me to show you one, ”Mr. Johnson quipped, a slight grin on his face over the debacle happening before him.

“I guess we have time since the boys need time to recover, could you get one to show us? And girls, could you each get an ice pack from the trainer’s room for the boys.

”Mr. Johnson made his way to the coaches room to find a cup to show the class and the girls made their way to the trainer’s room.

“Wow, I can’t believe how great that was!” One girl said in the trainer’s room. “Did you see how they all just dropped!”

"And Heather, I think Jimmy may be walking funny forever after what you did to him!" One girl said, laughter filling the training room as the girls loaded their bags with ice.

“Yeah, I thought that only happened in movies, but, I guess it really works!” Another girl said cheerfully.

"I can't believe I have been missing out on this my whole life!" one of the girls exclaimed. "I can't wait to do more of this!"

The girls came back with the ice packs as the boys sat on the floor trying to recover.

One of the girls was walking back with her ice pack when Miss H yelled to her.

“Hey, Mary could you do me a favor…”

As she said this, Mary looked back at her and kept walking and accidentally tripped over one of the boys' feet, causing the ice pack to slip out of her hands landing right on a guy’s nuts. He let out a loud grunt that told everyone that it made pretty good contact.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Mary sighed. “Did I get you?” Knowing full well that she did.

He nodded in agony.

“Well, I guess that should help,” she said, patting the ice pack resting on his groin.

A few minutes passed and Miss H noticed that they probably didn’t have time to cover anything else in the period so she sent Mary to go tell Mr. Johnson that we would just learn about athletic cups the next day.

As she went up to the coaches room the bell rang indicating the end of the class period and everyone started heading toward the door.

Mary knocked on the door and heard Mr. Johnson yell “yeah,” so she started opening the door to tell him they would wait until tomorrow to see the cup when the door suddenly stopped. She saw Mr. Johnson drop to his knees in agony and noticed the door knob was about the right height to rack his balls — and by the look on his face it would seem she got him pretty good.

Kneeling down to see if he was all right, some of her classmates came to the door, curious over the commotion.

Mary could see the cup he was holding fall out of his hand and land at her feet.

“Oh, so that’s a cup!” She exclaimed as she picked it up.“I guess you need this more than me,” she said with a smile and handed it to him, her classmates giggling uncontrollably as they left him in his misery.