New Self Defense Class at Washington High - ch. 10, part 6 - Kickball

**Chapter 10, part 6**

**Kickball**

Bridget’s employee from the sporting goods store, Scott pulled up to the high school parking lot, agreeing to help her get Hank to the hospital. He was taken aback by the condition of Hank’s nuts. “Obviously, he wasn’t wearing one of our regular nut cups?” He whispered to Bridget as they carried him out to his car.

“Yeah poor guy didn’t have any nut cup on, just this little swimsuit,” she said.

“Ouch,” Scott reacted.

On their drive over to the hospital Bridget explained how she scored a big PR opportunity when the school agreed to let her demonstrate the new One-Out nut cups on Friday.

“That’s great,” Scott said, “But have you even had a chance to test those things yet?”

“Stop the car!” Bridget commanded. “Shit. I haven’t had a chance yet. Where am I going to find a guy to let me test his nuts before Friday?”

Scott grinned, reached into his shorts and pulled out a nut cup.

“You’re wearing a cup?”

“One thing I’ve learned from working with you is that you can never be too protective of your nuts.”

Bridget laughed and shoved him on the shoulder. “Smart kid. If I was a dude I’d wear one EVERYWHERE. Let me see that.”

Scott handed her his cup. “Oooh, warm - I love that,” she said, then she held it up to her nose.

“What are you doing?” Scott asked incredulously.

“Man, I don’t know what it is, but I love the smell of these things - especially fresh out of the jock.” Then she turned it upside down, so the narrow part was pointing up, and held it against her face. Scott couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Luke, I am your father!” Bridget said, mimicking Darth Vader, talking through the cup and laughing her ass off.

“Oh, man - that’s pretty good,” Scott said joining in the laughter. “But can I have my cup back?”

“I know I’m weird, but you’re still going to volunteer your nuts for me, right?”

“Of course, I know how much these new nut cups mean to you - I’ve never seen someone so passionate about their work.”

“Yes! I'm glad you see that. This could be revolutionary! Imagine a self defense class where women can kick actual nuts and get an authentic - I mean really authentic - reaction from the pain he’s feeling, so they know just how effective their strike is. And the guy gets to keep at least one of his nuts! I’d say that’s a win-win.” Bridget said, now beaming with pride.

“See, look at your face!” Scott said, “THAT is why I’m willing to test this cup for you. You’re so passionate! Besides, how bad can it really hurt?”

“What? You’ve never been hit there?”

“In the nuts? No. But how bad can it be?”

“Well, the guy who I kicked in my dojo last week threw up after just *one* of my kicks!”

“Yeah, but I bet he wasn’t wearing a cup?”

“Oh, he was! And he still threw up!”

Scott didn’t even react as he was now obviously distracted by something across the street.

“What are you looking at?” Bridget asked.

“Who are they?” He responded, staring at a group of girls coming out of a church.

“Looks like a team of some sort,” Bridget responded. “And look at those cute skirts.”

“Oh, I’m looking.” He rolled down his window to get a better view.

There were about 15 girls and one coach and they were headed for the softball field only a few yards away from their car. They all had on matching white sweaters and blue and white plaid skirts - some of them rather short. When they arrived at the field they pulled out two red rubber balls, each about 12 inches in diameter.

“Okay ladies, line up! Let’s practice kicking the balls!” The coach yelled out, not realizing she had an audience.

“They’re playing kickball!” Bridget said excitedly. “That’s so funny!”

One by one, the coach rolled the red balls from the pitcher’s mound for the girls to kick. “You can do better than that, Margaret!” The coach instructed. “Harder! If we’re going to be competitive in this league you MUST kick the balls harder!”

Bridget couldn’t help but laugh.

“You say you want to help me test these cups? Well, here’s your chance!”

“Wait, what?” Scott said confused.

“This is perfect. I mean, c’mon, they’re playing kickball.” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Kick…ball.”

Scott turned his attention away from the girls and looked at Bridget. Slowly a smile came across his face. “I did say I’d help you with this.”

“Here, put this on, then meet me on the field,” she said, handing him one of the One-Out nut cups.

“What about him?” He said, gesturing to Hank still passed out in the back seat.

“He ain’t going anywhere,” she said getting out of the car. “I’m going to get some nut cup testers!”

Bridget ran across the street and explained to the girls and the coach the help she needed and even from inside the car, Scott could tell by their reaction that they were up to for the challenge. There were LOTS of smiles.

It took him a while, but he finally got out of this shorts and jockstrap and put on the new jock and cup that had his left nut hanging out. He took a look down after he got it on in the front seat and was amazed at how much his left nut hung outside the cup. He pulled up his shorts and cautiously headed toward the softball diamond.

“Is that him?” One of the girls said excitedly.

“It is,” Bridget said, admiring just how good Scott looked in this tight T-shirt and loose blue nylon running shorts.

“He’s cute!” Another girl squeaked. “And his shorts match our uniforms!”

It was probably lost on the girls, but Bridget could definitely tell Scott’s left nut was out as she could see it, even under his shorts, swaying back and forth with every step he took. Now she felt a little tingling under her shorts knowing what lay ahead.

“Ladies, this is my employee, Scott,” she said.

“Scott, this is the all-senior St. Mary’s kickball team and their coach, Sister Anne Moline.”

He couldn’t believe the coach was a NUN, she looked so young and she didn’t wear the old-school nun clothing, only a white button down shirt and a mid-length solid blue skirt.

“He works for you doing THIS?” One of the girls asked, causing some giggles in the group.

“Well, he doesn’t really do this for me - per se - but he works for me down at Schuler’s Sporting Goods.”

“Isn’t that the place with all of the nut cups?” One girl asked. “My brother goes there for his nut cups!”

“That’s the place,” Bridget said with a proud smile. “If any of your brother’s need nut cups, send ‘em my way!”

“My parents won’t let my brothers wear nut cups,” a cute blonde girl spoke up. “Says they’re against God’s will.”

“Really?” Bridget said somewhat taken aback. “I hope they still have all of their nuts - how many are there?”

“Three,” the girl responded.

“You have three brothers? Wow.” Bridget asked.

“No ma’am, three nuts,” she said. Bridget looked confused.

“I have four brothers. And between the four of them, they have three nuts left.”

“Oh, I see,” Bridget said, looking over at Scott, the two of them trying not to break out into laughter. “Can I ask how that happened?”

“Oh, it’s quite a story,” Sr. Anne said with a smile. "I'm sure she'll share it with you."

“Well, the first brother, lost one of his nuts playing football,” she said, bending a finger back, trying to keep track of the missing nuts. “The second brother lost one playing church softball - a bad hop when he was playing third base.” The girls all cringed at that one. As did Scott.

“I bet he did some praying that day,” one of her teammates yelled out to much laughter.

The blonde pulled another finger back and continued, “The third brother lost one in the high hurdles in track - guess the hurdle was just a little too high,” she said laughing.

“So your fourth brother must have lost both?” Bridget asked. “How did that happen?”

“I’m a bit embarrassed at that one,” the girl said dropping her head in a cute sort of shame.

“Well, you gotta tell us!!” Bridget encouraged.

The girl hesitated.

“Go on, Margaret,” the nun said, “It’s okay to share it.”

“Most of these girls know this one. It’s hard for me to talk about, but I guess I can tell you, since this is kind of your field.” The girls started pushing each other and laughing at the story they knew was coming. “I was getting ready for Prom and my brother was home from college. Well, I asked him for help putting my high heels on. I mean, I never wear heels, I’m more of a jock. So, he was sitting on the floor of my bedroom with his legs spread, these baggy shorts on. We got the first one on just fine - I mean - it took a little bit, and I was a little wobbly, but once I got my bare foot down on the floor I was fine. But then we had to put the second shoe on…”

Her teammates were now laughing and shoving each other a bit more. Smiling at what was coming next.

“Ladies, let her tell it,” Sr. Anne said, admonishing the girls.

“So, the second shoe was a little more tricky - because now I had to balance myself on TWO of these things. And I DON’T wear heels.” She looked over at her friends and tried hard not to laugh - even though they all were by now. “So my brother gets my second heel on and just as he lets go, both my ankles start wobbling. And I have no way of balancing myself - I’m in the middle of my bedroom! So. To try to gain my balance I step my left foot back - and I didn’t see what happened - but I sure did hear it. POP!” The girls burst out laughing. “Stop it!” She yells to her friends, now doing a horrible job of stifling her laughter herself.

“So you popped one of his nuts with your left foot - then what?” Bridget asked, also trying to hold back a smile.

“Well, so, even though I popped that one, I was still standing on it and let me tell you, it’s not easy to balance yourself, even on a deflated nut! So that ankle starts to bend outwards - and I can hear the nut now crunching under that heel - that was almost worse than the popping sound.”

“I love that part!” One of the girls yells out.

“Do you want me to finish or not?” The blonde teasingly admonishes her friend.

“Go on, go on!” Another yells out.

“So I’m crunching his left nut - and I can FEEL it tearing all of the ligaments, or whatever it is in those things, and now I’m trying to regain my balance, so I step my right foot back, only this time, that shoe comes off, on account of him not fastening it properly, and my left foot now lifts from his left nut, I twist my body trying all I can to avoid his other nut, but he scoots over at the last second, we look at each other - I could see the terror in his eyes - and it all happened so fast, and I really did try to avoid his other nut, but when he moved, my heel came straight down with the full weight of my body, squarely on his right nut.” She paused and looked over at Bridget, whose heart was now racing at the yarn being spun in front of her. “That one was worse for two reasons. One - I could feel every ounce of pulp coming out of that nut as my heel flattened it out on the floor.” She paused again.

“And the second reason?” Bridget asked, wetting her lips.

The girl looked up from staring at the ground. “It’s one thing to take one of your brother’s nuts - I mean, I’ll admit, I’ve dreamed of doing it - sorry sister,” she said looking over at her coach. “But when my bare heel landed on his second nut, and I felt it splatter, I knew I just took away my brother’s manhood. And I’ll have to live with that the rest of my life.”

“Oh, you poor dear,” Bridget said, coming over to console her.

“We prayed for her for hours at church,” Sr. Anne said to Bridget. “I don’t know how she got through that.”

“Well, you don’t have to participate in any kicking today, if you don’t feel up to it.” Bridget said.

The girl stepped back from their embrace, put both of her hands on Bridget’s shoulders and said, “Oh, I’m fine. As a matter of fact,” she paused and looked around to see who was listening, “I kind of liked it.” She made eye contact with the nun - then quickly looked away in shame.

“Well, let’s have you start then…” Bridget said, drawing out her last word, as if asking her name.

“Margaret! I’m Margaret. I’d love to start the testing! I'm excited to see how these cups work!"

“Let’s go over by home plate - you know, to get you in the kicking mood,” Bridget said looking over at Sr. Anne - they both shared a smile.

As they walked over, Bridget noticed all of the girls were wearing cleats. They were there to practice, after all, so that made sense. But she had a feeling Scott might be a little sore after this experiment.

Bridget guided Margaret over to Scott, who was now standing on home plate. When they stopped right in front of Scott, Bridget put her hands on Margaret’s shoulders from behind, leaned in and whispered, “Okay, is left nut is hanging out of the cup. But put that out of your mind and just kick him like he’s about to attack you. Just aim dead-on straight to both nuts.”

“Sure, but isn’t it kind of weird that he’s just standing there? Wouldn’t he be at least stepping toward me? Like an attacker?”

“Great point,” Bridget responded, “Hey, Scotty, can you step your right foot forward and bring both hands up?”

“Like this?” He asked. And his step forward brought his left nut even further out of the cup - hanging, vulnerable, ripe for the kicking.

And without any warning, Margaret took one determined step forward with her left foot, planted it, then swung her right foot up with such force that Scott didn’t have a chance to think about what was taking place.

“OOOOF!” Scott grunted, collapsing in a lump down to the dusty ball field.

“That was great!” Margaret squealed, grabbing the hem of her skirt in excitement while standing over her victim.

Bridget, concerned at how quickly her helper dropped from that kick, went over to check in on him. She squatted next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. He was in the fetal position, his hands on his left nut, his breathing consisting of short, rapid intakes.

“Just breathe, my dear,” she said soothingly.

Scott peeked up, trying not to act too traumatized. Upon glancing up, he got an eyeful of Margaret’s shiny satin blue panties under her skirt, that she was still holding onto in excitement. It momentarily eased his pain.

“I know it hurts, but I have to ask you, how does your RIGHT nut feel?” Bridget asked.

Scott slowed his breathing, kept one eye on Margaret’s panties, and mentally assessed his un-kicked nut. Then he released his grip on his left nut and rolled onto his back, and looked up at Bridget. “Ya know, it feels just fine,” he said with a smile, knowing how much that meant to his colleague.

She smiled back and reached out a hand to help him up.

Scott gingerly got to his feet and looked at the sea of smiling 18-year-old girls, giving him even more satisfaction, knowing he was helping not only his good friend, but all of them. Even the nun was clapping for what just happened.

“Bridget, I can see you’re smiling. Did this nut cup work?” One of the girls asked.

With that, Bridget stepped in front of Scott, squatted directly in front of him, reached up with both hands to grab the waist band of his shorts and by instinct, Scott grabbed her hands to stop her. She looked up into his eyes and whispered, “Trust me.”

The nun looked on with a curious eye.

Scott nodded his head and released his grip on Bridget’s hands. She slowly lowered his shorts, revealing the new style nut cup, and much to the delight of the girls, his swollen left nut. Some of the girls elbowed each other, slightly aghast at what they were seeing.

“I would say it was a smashing success,” Bridget said, now taking a knee on Scott’s left side so they could all clearly see the jock and nut hanging out. “As you can see, his left nut is slightly swollen and bruised even.”

“You can see my cleat marks!” Margaret yelled out enthusiastically.

“Yes, yes you can,” Bridget said as she held the nut hanging out from the cup. “It looks like the front of your shoe must have two cleats - I can see both marks right here,” she said pressing on the two marks, causing Scott to wince in pain. “And can you see the redness and swelling of this nut? If we were to compare it to…” Just as Bridget was about to pull down Scott’s entire jockstrap - revealing everything - Sr. Anne stepped over and put her hand on her shoulder.

Whispering in her ear the nun said, “All of these girls are virgins, I think we’ve seen enough nudity for the day.”

Bridget blushed and stood up quickly. “Oh, yes, of course. I’m terribly sorry.” Then she turned to the team and continued. “If we were to compare this nut to his other nut, you would see quite a difference!” Bridget told the girls.

“Can’t we see the other nut?” One girl asked, seemingly asking for the whole group who looked on with rapt anticipation.

“Ladies, that would be highly inappropriate,” the nun chastised them. “We will just have to take Bridget’s word for it. Besides, she is an expert in this field.”

A look of disappointment befell all of their faces.

“I’ll tell you what, how about I feel his right nut and report back the results?” Bridget bargained, looking over at Sr. Anne. The nun nodded her head.

The girls all gathered tighter to witness this woman feel up a boys’ nuts - something none of them had experienced at this point of their young lives. Bridget positioned herself slightly behind Scott’s right side, giving all of the girls an unimpeded view. Scott stood there, still in his One-Out jockstrap - his swollen left nut throbbing. Bridget placed her left hand on his shoulder and slowly brought her right hand over to the bottom of his T-shirt. She lifted the shirt up a few inches to get a better view, exposing the lower half of Scott’s tight abs. The girls swooned at the sight. She let go of the shirt and slowly and dramatically ran her hand down his abs, past his hairy navel, her fingertips disappearing under the top part of his jockstrap.

The girls were mesmerized.

Further and further her hand descended.

“I bet she can totally feel his thing right now,” one of the girls said, drawing a glare from their coach.

Hearing that, Bridget looked up at the group with a wry smile. She let her hand linger for a few moments. The girls were wide-eyed - you could practically hear their collective hearts racing. Even Sr. Anne was caught up at the sight.

Bridget lowered her hand even more. The girls could now tell she was cupping Scott’s right nut. Bridget looked up toward the sky as she rolled the nut around in her hand, assessing its size.

“Now turn your head and cough,” one of the girls quipped, breaking the tension as they all burst out laughing. Sr. Anne had to turn her back to the group as she laughed hysterically at the comment. Bridget was glad to see the nun had a sense of humor about it.

“This nut is definitely much smaller than the left one,” Bridget noted. “But that’s the ONLY small thing down here!” She announced to more uproarious laughter. The nun, however, did not find that amusing.

Bridget pulled her hand out of the jock, reached down and picked up Scott’s blue shorts and handed them to her accomplice, hoping to gain back some favor from the nun.

“So as you can see, the cup did exactly what we were hoping,” Bridget said, pointing to Scott’s groin. “It gave Margaret a realistic reaction from her “attacker” (she said using air quote), and it protected his right nut quite nicely. Margaret, would you like to try a second kick?”

“Does the Pope fuck altar boys?!!” Margaret responded, momentarily forgetting her coach was standing right next to her.

“Margaret Mary!” Sr. Anne said raising her voice.

“Sorry Sister,” she said avoiding eye contact.

“Well, okay, then,” Bridget said. “Let’s have you step on over to Scott,” she said, giving the girl a push toward her assistant.

“This would be a lot easier if I could see his nut,” Margaret said, glancing over to her coach.

The nun knew she was right, but didn’t want these girls exposed to any more nudity. She went over to Scott, stood behind him, grabbed either side of his shorts at the hip and tugged them up, causing the shorts to hug the nut tightly.

“Maybe a little more?” Margaret asked as nicely as she could.

The nun stepped around to the front of Scott and to everyone’s dismay, she reached out her right hand and cupped Scott’s left nut to get a good idea where the nut was positioned in the shorts. Without saying a word, she went back around to the back and tugged up on the shorts once again. The girls watched closely, hoping the nut might drop out of the shorts. Slowly they could see the nut getting closer and closer to the edge of the nylon shorts. Just as it seemed it might pop out, the nun stopped.

Again, she positioned herself in front of the young man, reached out, cupped his nut yet again, and then stepped back and put her hands one her hips, saying, “Perfect. Margaret, he’s all yours.”

Amused by what just happened, Bridget stepped over to the girl, place both hands on her shoulders, and quietly coached her. “Now you have a pretty good idea where that naughty nut is. Remember, we *want* him to *feel* this kick. Getting a reaction is why we are testing this nut cup in the first place. Give it your all.”

“But what if I pop him?” She asked innocently.

“Now that is a possibility - especially after what you did on that first kick,” Bridget said, “But I want you to put that out of your mind. Remember, his right nut is very well protected. If you pop his left, you pop his left. He’ll be just fine - and still be able to have kids.”

“A guy can still have kids with a popped nut?” The girl asked.

“Oh, yes, of course!” Bridget said, “Now go kick him. Kick him HARD.”

With a renewed confidence, Margaret stepped over to Scott and eyed him up. Scott was now getting nervous. He had time to recover from the first kick, but he could see the look in the girl’s eyes who was now just a foot in front of him and he started to get scared.

“That looks pretty swollen,” Margaret said, pointing to his left nut.

Scott looked down at his nut and then didn’t know what hit him. The young lady unleashed a kick so hard that it actually lifted him off the ground. His knees buckled as he started falling forward. Luckily, Margaret was ready as she squatted down and caught the boy who was a good six inches taller than her. She gently lowered him to the ground as her teammates all rushed over to congratulate her, ignoring the fact that the boy had totally passed out.

“That was so great!” One of the girls said, tussling her hair from behind.

“You had to have popped that nut!” Another yelled.

“Yeah, but he *does* have another!” Yet another girl chimed in, causing the group to laugh.

Scott started to come to, but all he could do was groan. Amid all of the congratulating, no one could hear him stirring on the ground, even Bridget was over patting Margaret on the back, praising her for such a solid kick.

Though in a fog and in great pain, Scott at the very least had the luxury of seeing up many of their skirts. One after another, as they came to pat her on the back, her teammates stepped over Scott to get to Margaret. Each of them sporting the same shiny blue panties - *they must be part of the uniform*, he thought to himself. One girl got stuck straddling Scott’s prostrate body, waiting her turn to talk to Margaret and Scott didn’t mind one bit as this one decided not to wear any underwear at all that day - and she was completely shaved! This skirt seemed a little bit different than the others, though. A little longer. And it wasn’t plaid. Just solid blue.

Then he heard the nun’s voice. She was standing directly over him. It was HER! *Holy shit!* He thought. Then laughed at himself for the pun. And she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave her spot.

Even when Bridget finally made it down on her knees to check on Scott, the nun stood firm, holding her ground directly over him.

Bridget reached out and gently cupped his very swollen nut, causing him to wince.

“Oh good, you’re conscience. How are you feeling?”

Scott tried hard to conceal his smile. “How can you be smiling right now?” Bridget asked, “That’s one of the hardest nut kicks I’ve ever seen.”

Scott lifted his head slightly off the ground, “I’ll…I’ll…” He could barely talk as he squeaked out some words. “I’ll tell…you…later. How’s…my… nut?”

Bridget kept probing the nut but didn’t feel any signs of rupture.

“It must be some sort of miracle, it’s still in one piece,” she told Scott, who breathed out and dropped his head back on the dusty field.

Seeing he was now awake, Sr. Anne, nonchalantly stepped away. Margaret saw that he was now awake and ran to be by his side.

“Did it rupture?!” She asked Bridget, while kneeling next to Scott, who was now joined by Sr. Anne as well.

“By some miracle it is not ruptured,” Bridget said. “Matter of fact, it seems to be just fine - well, except for some pretty good swelling.”

Sr. Anne reached out and stroked Scott’s hair. “The Lord works in mysterious ways,” she said, now looking into Scott’s eyes.

“Margaret, can you go get my duffle bag over there?” Bridget asked the young lady.

“Sure!” She said and was there and back in moments.

Inside, she had an instant ice-pack, the ones that get cold as soon as you break them up. “Here, put this on your nut - it should help with the swelling.” Bridget instructed.

“Oh, hey! Another one of those jocks!” Margaret said, reaching into Bridget’s duffle bag. She started inspecting it, inside and out. “This is such a great invention, how many have you sold?”

“Well, it’s brand new and we haven’t really gotten any takers yet. But I’m giving a presentation this Friday at Washington High School, hoping the school will want to buy a few dozen.”

“Oh, that sounds fun!” Margaret said. “What time does that start?”

“Why, do you want to come?”

“Hell yes! That would be amazing!”

“It starts at 7 pm. But maybe you can come by earlier and I can have you be a part of the presentation.”

“Really what would I do?!!”

“Exactly what you just did today.”

“Kick Scott’s nuts?!”

“Well, it probably won’t be Scott’s nuts - I doubt he’d want to volunteer after what happened here today. But it will be some guys nuts you’ll get to kick.”

“Awesome! Count me in!” Margaret said, looking at the jockstrap in her hand. “Why do you have two of these with you?”

“Well, what do you notice about this cup?” Bridget asked.

Margaret studied it further. Then shrugged her shoulders.

“What side is the opening in the jock?”

Margaret looked at the device again. Then she got a broad smile on her face. “Ohhhhhhh! I see this one lets his right nut hang out! Cool!”

“That’s right.”

“You gonna wear this for us today?” She asked Scott, flashing a million-dollar smile.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Sr. Anne said, grabbing the cup away from her student. “The boy has been through enough today. His nut couldn’t take any more kicks. Especially from you!”

“Well,” Bridget chimed in. “The cup would actually protect his left nut quite well. It’s just a matter of him being okay with us kicking his right nut this time.”

All three ladies turned their heads to Scott, anticipating an answer. He paused.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeease,” Margaret said, placing her hand on his thigh.

“It couldn’t hurt, I guess,” Scott said.

“Oh, but it could, son,” the nun said, once again showing her sense of humor.

“Help me up and direct me to a place I can change and I’ll do it,” Scott said to the dismay - and delight - of the three ladies.

“I’ll show you where the locker room is,” Sr. Anne said, reaching down a hand to help him up.

The other girls saw them walking toward the school, which was attached to the church and asked where they were going.

“He’s going to put on the cup that has his right nut out - we get to kick that nut next!” Margaret said with glee.

“You’re shitting me!” One girl said. “I thought you almost neutered him!”

“No, he just passed out, but he’s okay, right Bridget?”

“Yeah, he seems to be just fine. A little swollen, but he said he’s up for another round.”

“That’s awesome!” The girl said, Turing toward her teammates who all cheered.

**To be continued...**