Girl Power! part 10 and 11: Punishing the Teacher (FINALE)

Thanks for reading everyone! There may be a sequel in the future if there's interest for it.

Due to the content of these chapters, I should also repeat that all characters involved are 18+.

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vwit84/girl\_power\_part\_1\_rileys\_ballbusting\_awakening/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


Part 2 and 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vxm16f/girl\_power\_part\_2\_and\_3\_vigilante\_justice/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


Part 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vy2j8h/girl\_power\_part\_4\_boys\_are\_a\_handful/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


Part 5: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vz6y9t/girl\_power\_part\_5\_riley\_crushes\_a\_pervert/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


Part 6: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/vzr9mm/girl\_power\_part\_6\_the\_point\_of\_no\_return/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


Part 7: https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/w0hs8o/girl\_power\_part\_7\_ballbusting\_liberation/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3

Part 8 and 9:
https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/w17hmu/girl\_power\_part\_8\_and\_9\_snitches\_get\_stomped/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3


10.


That day changed me. Sure, I’d accepted long before that I needed to bust balls. But now that I’d felt that final *pop*, I ached to feel it again. Still, it needed to be someone who deserved it - I wasn’t a total monster.


It was actually getting harder to find suitable outlets for my anger. It seemed I’d really had an effect on the male population. Soon any boy who hadn’t found himself under my boot had gotten the general idea from the looks his friends gave me. Looks that, as the weeks passed, turned from resentment to fear.


I had to admit that it was peaceful - I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been catcalled or hit on. But as it turned out, I didn’t want peace anymore. I was getting restless. I’d even started wearing shorter skirts and tighter tops in the hope that a guy might say something - anything at all - to justify booting him in the groin. But no dice. Apparently their fear of me outweighed their attraction.


It had been nearly a month since my afternoon with Jason. It was just another boring Friday morning in English class. The only thing that set it apart was that, by this point, I was pushing the dress code to its limits - my top’s neckline left little to the imagination, paired with leather shorts that put my deadly legs on full display. I tried to focus on my work, but my eyes were absent-mindedly darting around, scanning the face of every male in the room. The class was impressively studious. Not one student looked back at me.


Had I finally done it? Was the school rid of that filthy, piercing male gaze? I was disappointed it was over, but still, I was proud of what I’d accomplished. I turned back to the front of the room. Our English teacher, Mr. Hayes, was -


Oh my God. He’d been staring straight at me. He hastily averted his gaze, but it was obvious. He flushed red. My heart was suddenly pounding. I’d been so engrossed in beating etiquette into the students, I’d never even considered what kinds of creeps could be in the faculty.


I had to be certain I’d seen correctly. I leaned forward as casually as possible, propping myself up on one elbow, giving anyone in front of me a considerably better view. Sure enough, the man couldn’t help himself. He side-eyed me, seemingly unaware I was doing the same. We sized each other up, for two very different reasons.


Adam Hayes was one of those teachers that was just young enough for girls to secretly crush on him, but old enough that they’d tease each other for it. I couldn’t exactly blame them - He was tall, strong-jawed and stubbly. Yeah, he fit the definition of ‘hot’, but he was twice my age. Ew. And here he was staring at a teenage schoolgirl’s chest. Double ew. I had to do something about that.


By the time the bell rang, my plan was almost fully formed. It was risky - it relied on Mr. Hayes’s sex drive completely overpowering his judgement - but I was confident. As the class filtered out, I dragged my feet, hanging back just long enough for him to notice me.


‘Hey, Riley. Can I talk to you for a second, please?’ The teacher’s authoritative tone said that answering ‘no’ was not an option. I strode over to his desk and looked up at him innocently, hands clasped behind my back. I bounced on my heels a few times, making my bust jiggle. He struggled to maintain eye contact.


I played dumb. ‘What’s up?’


‘We… have a dress code for a reason. This is a place where we’re supposed to be concentrating on learning. Clothing like that can be… *distracting* to other students.’


Ugh. Of course it was *my* fault if boys couldn’t keep their eyes to themselves. I did my best to feign embarrassment. ‘Really? Have boys been staring?’


‘Well, yes.’ He shifted his weight uncomfortably, ‘I mean, I’m sure that they would, since you, well, I mean…’ He’d trapped himself. This was too easy. I moved in for the kill.


‘Mr. Hayes… Am I distracting *you*?’


In seconds, the stern man had turned into a stammering mess, desperate to find a combination of words that would convince me he wasn’t perving on me in class. ‘Riley, I would never - I can’t believe that you’d -’


‘I don’t mind.’


That shut him up. He stared at me, stunned. ‘You’re OK with me looking at your…’


I sighed and walked around his desk to stand right in front of him. I reached out and took his hand. ‘I’m sick of high school boys. They’re so immature. But you.. you’re a *man*.’ I lifted his hand and placed it on my breast. Somehow, I was still surprised by how eagerly he cupped it in his palm, feeling his way around the soft curves. Like he wasn’t feeling up a student nearly 20 years his junior.


He tried to regain his assertive demeanor. ‘Well, you’re a very mature young lady. Maybe we could continue this somewhere else?’


‘Your place. Tonight at 8.’ I removed his hand from my bosom, although not without some resistance.


He nodded, and told me his address. ‘I’ll see you then.’


I left the classroom. I heard him exhale heavily as I closed the door. The poor bastard couldn’t believe his luck. And neither could I.


11.


I showed up perfectly on time - Who was I to keep a man waiting? And besides, I didn’t want his balls to explode from anticipation before I got to touch them.


Shamefully, I hesitated as I pressed the doorbell. I didn’t want to admit it, but part of me worried about what could go wrong. If he overpowered me…


No. I was invincible. I had to be. Hands on my hips, I steeled myself as the door swung open. The shirtless figure in the doorway was rock hard - In more than one way, I noticed. There was clearly only a single, sheer layer keeping him decent.


‘Hello, Riley.’He leaned casually against the door frame. ‘You look… ravishing.’


Could he have picked a creepier descriptor? He was right, though. In a pale pink micro skirt and white over-the-knee socks, I had him wrapped around my finger. A tiny leather purse hung from my shoulder - I was prepared. ‘Well, I’m ready, Mr. Hayes. Let’s do it.’


He looked surprised at the formal name I used, but he didn’t correct me. Instead, he just beckoned me in.


The house was dark, save for the warm glow of a few well-placed lamps. I had to give the man credit for setting the mood. As he led the way through the considerable lengths of halls to the bedroom, a question came to my mind. ‘Is it just you living here?’


Mr. Hayes half-laughed as he spoke. ‘Well… not exactly. But my girlfriend happens to be on a business trip tonight, so let’s not worry about that.’


I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. Cheating on his girlfriend with a high schooler. Classy.


When we reached the bedroom, he waved me in and quietly shut the door. The room was filled with elegant wooden furniture. The huge, beautiful bed in the middle had a post at each corner. I smiled to myself, planning my next moves as I swung my legs up onto the bed and patted the mattress beside me. ‘Well?’ I purred. ‘What are you waiting for?’


The rugged-looking man tried to seem like he was in control, but he was practically salivating as he joined me on the bed. He reached out to feel my chest again, but I caught his hand. ‘Ah-ah-ah. Before we do this, I just have one rule.’ I reached into my purse and pulled out two lengths of rope. ‘We do it *my* way.’


His jaw hit the floor. He wasn’t expecting that from a wide-eyed, innocent schoolgirl. He spoke carefully. ‘Is that… really necessary? I can be… gentle for you.’


I shook my head. ‘I can just leave now if you want.’


‘No! …No, that’s alright. Here.’ He semi-willingly stretched his hands to the bedposts. He could only just reach. Perfect. I bound him to the frame tightly.


‘Okay, let’s see what you’ve got, hey?’ I traced a line with my finger down the teacher’s restrained body, starting at his wrist. I felt him shiver as I reached his waistband and slid his boxer shorts away.


Holy fuck. He must have been 9 inches. I could barely wrap my hand around his gargantuan shaft as I held it up to inspect my targets. They were the size of duck eggs, dangling loosely between his thighs. My eyes lit up. ‘Jeez, Mr. H, I’ve never seen them so big.’


He smiled. ‘Well, you did want a real ma- *ARGH*!’ His manly voice cracked as my thumb and index finger applied the most minuscule pressure to his nut. ‘What the fuck was that?’


‘Sorry! They just look so… squishy. I had to.’ I gave another tiny squeeze and he clenched his legs together.


He spoke between sharp breaths. ‘Please - don’t do that. I don’t want to lose my focus.’ He flexed his pelvic muscles and his cock pulsed in my hand. ‘Shall we begin?’


My heart started to pound. This was it. I bit my lip. ‘Well… About that. This night isn’t going to go how you think it is.’


I massaged his scrotum slowly as I began my monologue. ‘See, you think you have all the power. Because you’re the one up the front of the classroom, calling the shots, you can stare down our tops and we won’t do shit. You think you can mould teenage girls to your will, because we’re too young to know what you’re doing. And you thought’ - I slid up the length of his body until my face was inches from his - ‘You *actually thought* you could bring a schoolgirl back to your house and fuck her brains out. Well guess what? Your power fantasies aren’t going to bother us anymore. Because after what I’m about to do…’ I pressed my body against his and whispered in his ear. ‘You’re never going to fuck again.’


With a cruel smile, I kneed him in the groin. His massive, fleshy gonads slapped against my bony knee, but the sound was drowned out by his shocked roar. ‘Augh - YOU LITTLE BITCH!’


Propping myself up with my hands on his chest, I wound up and slammed my knee into him again, and again. The chorus of agonised keening built with each blow. He thrashed violently, but I’d tied him down well. All he could do was thrust his lower body upward, which just made for an easier target. *Wham. Wham. Wham*. I kept kneeing and kneeing until gradually his energy started to drain. His breathing was slow and laboured. I pushed both my knees into his crotch and ground his sack between them. He yelped, but laid still as my killer legs tortured his testicles.


‘Ungh - Riley - you - better - stop -’ He managed.


‘I really think we’re a bit past that.’


‘I’ll fucking - kill you -’


I pressed my knees together harder, forcing another whine out of him. I snorted. ‘Please. You can’t even move. So you just keep lying there, be a good boy, and I promise I’ll make your castration quick. *After* I’m done playing with you.’


The beaten teacher changed tack. ‘No! I’m sorry. Please. You don’t have to do this.’


‘If I don’t, you’re never gonna stop being a predator. And besides…’ I smiled apologetically. ‘I just really fucking want to.’ I finally released his manhood from between my knees, only to rain down fists into him, each one hammering a single colossal testicle with perfect accuracy.


‘You like that, you fucking perv?’ I grinned as I flattened Mr. Hayes’ nuts blow by blow. ‘Still think fucking me sounds good?’ He couldn’t even form a reply, but I knew the answer would still be yes. He was beyond saving. Soon his genitals would be the same.


*Left. Right. Left. Right.* My fists smacked rhythmically into his scrotum. Now turning from tan to raw red, the orbs inside had ballooned to the size of goose eggs. I couldn’t possibly have asked for a more satisfying pair to crush. I thought of all the gigantic loads he’d never get to blow as I took a break to remove my boots and socks - I needed to feel the intimacy of a once virile man being utterly emasculated under my bare feet. Holding his legs apart and sitting between them, I lifted my leg, pulled on his ankles and drove my left heel into his balls. Mr. Hayes moaned quietly, having no energy left to scream as my right foot also slammed into his groin. I used his legs for leverage, pulling myself in as both feet squashed his colossal manhood into his hard pelvis. I massaged it violently with my toes, watching the skin turn violet as I continued to stomp.


I pulverised the man’s genitalia gleefully until, with my playthings brutalised beyond recognition, I knew it was time for the grand finale. I couldn’t resist running a finger from his glans down to the base of his shaft - His penis was truly magnificent. It was almost a shame that I’d be the last person to ever see it erect.


‘Hey, before I do this… I just want you to know…’ I pulled myself in close to his barely-lucid form and whispered gently. ‘You did this to yourself, you piece of shit.’ I curled a hand around each of his gargantuan gonads and squeezed with all my might. Tears welled in his eyes and he began to choke, having trouble breathing through the blinding agony. I grit my teeth and dug my fingers into the bruised flesh. I could feel the walls start to give as I forced deeper and deeper dents into them.

I realised my underwear was soaked, and I hadn’t touched myself once - The idea of delivering the ultimate punishment was stimulation enough.


The anticipation was unbearable as I inched ever closer to bringing my wildest dreams to life. I channeled all the power from my body into my hands, contorting the fragile male organs and tightening my grip until -


I pulped my English teacher’s nuts.


The sensation would become familiar, but I’ll never forget feeling it for the first time: Two once-potent orbs, liquefying between my fingers, rendered useless. Giddy with exhilaration, I felt his cum tanks spill their contents into his deflated sack as I kneaded them into mush, making sure the damage couldn’t be undone. When I was certain the last solid remains of his masculinity had been destroyed, I let go and fell back on the bed, panting. I was overcome with a sense of total fulfillment. I’d finally done it. I’d completely, irreversibly castrated a man, and it felt incredible.


After taking a moment to process the new sensation, I unbound Mr. Hayes’ arms and slipped the ropes back into my purse, but he didn’t attempt to move. His eyes were closed and his chest was still heaving as he lay spreadeagled on the bed. His once-mighty rod now lay pathetically, permanently soft on his abdomen. I pulled my boots back on, stood and dusted myself off. ‘Well, I guess I’ll see you Monday. I’m looking forward to it!’


The former man’s only reply was another pained groan. I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed for the door. As I turned the handle, I called to him over my shoulder. ‘Oh, and one more thing. When your girlfriend finds out she’s dating a eunuch, you better come up with a damn good story. Because we wouldn’t want the school finding out what you do with your students, would we?’ I shot him a final pointed glance, then shut the door behind me.


I left the house a new woman. I made a promise to myself right there that any man who tried to take advantage of me wouldn’t stay a man. And I made good on that promise many times in the years since. But that’s another story.