kickthem
06-22-2011, 04:54 PM
A Fitting Punishment
Ned Blackman sat nervously outside the office of the HR director. He’d been caught browsing his favorite adult Websites by the IT Department’s network monitoring software. At first he’d tried to deny it, but they’d shown him the evidence and he knew he was probably done.
Then he received a memo that gave him two choices; he could resign immediately with no severance or he could submit to the company’s new disciplinary plan developed for circumstances just such as the one he found himself. Given the current state of the job market and his woeful financial situation, Ned opted for the disciplinary plan, even though he had no idea what it entailed. He figured it couldn’t be worse than losing his job. Little did he know…
The door to the HR director’s office opened and the admin told him to come in. Ned nodded and followed her inside. He couldn’t help but notice what an attractive woman she was. Ned guessed she was no more than 25 years old. Her pretty face was highlighted by a modest amount of make-up. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She stood nearly six feet tall in her high heels, and probably weighed around 135 pounds. Her long shapely legs were on prominent display, as her classic business skirt ended a few inches above her knees. The skirt was tight enough to accentuate the firmness of her well-formed rear end.
“Sit here,” the woman indicated a chair. “The director will see you in a few moments to explain exactly what choices you have.”
The admin disappeared through a rear door and Ned sighed as he waited.
After about ten minutes the inner door to the director’s office opened and she glared at him as she spoke, “Mr. Blackman, please come in.”
A stern looking woman about 40 years old, the director was not what one would consider pretty, but she was not unattractive. She was in excellent physical shape. Ned couldn’t help but notice the firmness of the muscles in her legs as she walked.
Taking a seat behind her desk, the director pointed to a chair in from and said, “Sit, Mr. Blackman.”
Ned took the seat as directed and began to grow a bit frightened under the withering stare of the director. Finally she spoke.
“I won’t beat around the bush, Mr. Blackman,” she began. “This company has a zero tolerance policy for Internet abuse. Not long ago you would have been fired immediately. But, because of the enormous costs involved in hiring new personnel, a new plan was developed to save the company some money and give the employee a second chance.” She paused. Her eyes bored into Ned and he felt himself recoil.
“We now offer you two choices,” she continued. “You may resign immediately, with no severance pay, or you may accept and submit to our new disciplinary plan. Have you made your choice?”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” Ned stammered. “I will accept the discipline. I don’t want to lose my job.”
A faint smile briefly came to the director’s lips. “Very well.” She pushed a piece of paper across her desk. “Please sign this form. It acknowledges your decision.”
Ned looked at the paper. It did not say what the discipline would be.
“Um… may I ask what type of discipline to which I will be subjected?”
“You may ask, but you won’t find out until after you’ve signed the agreement.”
“Oh…” Ned began to say something, but then thought better of it. “I - I’ll sign,” he murmured.
The director handed him a pen and watched with a glint of pleasure in her eyes as Ned signed his name. He gently slid the document back across to the director when he finished.
“When will I receive my discipline?” Ned asked softly.
The director eyed him with disdain. “Your first session will be right away. My admin will be administering your punishment.”
“Punishment?” Ned asked, somewhat puzzled. “What exactly is she going to do?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” the director dismissed him. “Go back to the outer office and then through the door that the admin used when she left earlier.” When Ned hesitated, the director commanded, “Now! We don’t tolerate time wasting!”
Somewhat shaken, Ned clumsily arose and hurried to find his way out. When the door closed behind him, the director said softly to herself, “You’re a fool, Mr. Blackman.”
*****
Ned exited the director’s office in a state of anxiety. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ he wondered. He spotted the door to which he had been directed and carefully eased it open. The small, windowless room was empty save for a strange looking contraption in the center of the floor. Ned he studied it for a moment before noticing another door in the rear wall. It was then he observed that the walls were not just painted; they seemed to be covered in soft, thick padding of some sort. He realized that the room was very quiet; he couldn’t detect any sound from outside.
Growing more nervous by the second, Ned took a closer look at the thing in the middle of the floor. It consisted of three main beams. They were constructed in the shape of an “I” and looked to be extremely sturdy. At each end of the top and bottom beams were leather straps about three inches wide. These straps were fastened securely to the beams and had a buckle on one end. The other end had a series of holes that allowed the strap to be fastened at varying intervals.
Now Ned was on the verge of fright. The thing looked to be some sort of bondage device and he suddenly realized that he would soon be confined in it. Having second thoughts, he turned to leave, but froze when he heard a voice call out, “Stop right there!”
Ned had not seen the admin emerge from the rear door. He froze at the sound of her intimidating voice.
“Turn around and stand by the restraining device she,” ordered.
Too terrified to do anything else, Ned obeyed.
The admin walked over to him and circled him a couple of times. Ned swallowed nervously as he heard the sound of her heels on the hard floor. His eyes were drawn to the sound. He involuntarily gasped when he saw the wicked looking shoes she wore that created the ominous sound; black leather pumps with a sole consisting of a ½” thick platform. The heels were around four inches high and about ¾” wide at the base; heavier than a classic stiletto, but very sleek and elegant nevertheless. A strap circled her ankle and attached to the shoe at the top of the heel cup.
Ned’s fascination with her shoes was not lost on the admin. She smirked and said, “I see you like my shoes.” She paused as he looked up at her. “It’s a good thing, because you’re going to become intimately acquainted with them.”
The look in her eyes sent new waves of fear coursing through Ned.
The admin held him with her stare for a moment and then said, “Take off all your clothes.”
Ned blinked and mumbled, “Wh-wha…”
The admin stepped closer so her face was only inches from his. She was taller, so she had the advantage of looking down at him. “Take… off… all… your… clothes,” she hissed. “Right now!”
Ned withered under her compelling stare and began unbuttoning his shirt. With his fingers shaking in terror, this simple task became nearly impossible. The admin watched in amusement for a moment before saying,
“Hurry up! I haven’t got all day.”
Ned took a deep breath, momentarily calming himself enough to get his shirt and pants off. Unsure of what to do next, he stood before her in his underwear and socks.
The admin shook her head in disbelief. “Everything!” she growled impatiently.
Feeling an enormous sense of embarrassment, Ned peeled off his socks, pulled his undershirt over his head and then slid his undershorts down his legs. He straightened up and waited for the admin’s next order.
“Thank you,” she said. “If you do things quickly the first time I ask, we’ll be done much sooner and you can be on your way. Now, kneel over the restraining device.”
This time Ned didn’t hesitate. He got down on all fours into what he hoped was the position the admin required. She knelt beside him and first fastened each of his wrists to the straps on the top bar. She pulled the buckles down tight so he had almost no room for movement. Then she had him spread his knees above the bottom bar and then fastened the straps so he could not close his legs. He was now on all fours in a very exposed position and unable to move. It was at that point he put it all together and realized what was about to happen.
“Oh my GOD!” he cried out. “You’re… you’re going to kick me in the balls, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Blackman, that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” the admin confirmed. “Many times, actually.” The admin walked around and stood so Ned had a close-up view of her shoes. She let him get a really good look and then continued, “I think these shoes are perfect for kicking, don’t you? The strap will make sure the shoe doesn’t fly off my foot. The thick sole adds a lot of mass so the kicks will be that much more effective.”
Ned was near panic. “Please, let me go. I’ve changed my mind. I want to quit. I don’t want you to kick my balls. Please…”
“Sorry, Mr. Blackman. It’s too late for that.”
“But I didn’t know this is what was going to happen to me. The director wouldn’t tell me. It’s not fair. I… I…” Ned struggled against his bonds, but the straps held him tight.
“Fairness? You want to talk about fairness?” the admin sneered. “You wasted company time. We had every right to fire you immediately and black list you. But we’re giving you a chance to keep your job. I should think you’d be happy about that.”
“I – I was,” Ned stuttered, “but I don’t think I would have taken that option had I known that the price was so high.”
The admin laughed. “I don’t think taking a few kicks in the balls is too high a price to pay in exchange for keeping your job.”
“But… but you don’t know what it’s like,” he countered. “It really hurts. And you could permanently injure me. “You… you’re legs are so strong.”
The admin just shook her head. “Obviously, you’ve never endured the agony of childbirth, Mr. Blackman. Trust me. It’s much worse than being kicked in the balls. And don’t worry about being permanently injured. The company wants your balls intact. They give you incentive to behave properly. Without the fear of having your balls kicked, you’d be much more likely to repeat your offenses. Believe it when I tell you, Mr. Blackman, that I am highly skilled and know just how far I can go without causing permanent damage. But remember, there is nothing I would like more than to let loose with a full force kick and send your balls up into your throat.”
Ned shivered in abject terror at the ominous tone of admin’s last sentence. She wouldn’t… she couldn’t…
The admin seemed to know exactly what was going through Ned’s mind.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Blackman. I won’t kick you that hard. Unless of course you are uncooperative.”
With that the admin lifted her foot a few inches off the floor and then quickly stomped down. The sharp, sudden sound mad Ned jump. The admin laughed and tapped the toe of her right shoe on the floor directly beneath Ned’s wide-eyed gaze.
“That’s it, Mr. Blackman. Take a real good look at the shoe that will soon be pounding your balls.”
Abruptly, the admin stepped away and moved around behind Ned. His muscles involuntarily tensed in a defensive measure. He knew what was coming, but he couldn’t move.
The admin took a practice step to gauge the distance. When the toe of her shoe lightly grazed the bottom of Ned’s scrotum, his whole body jerked as he let out a surprised yelp.
“What’s the matter?” the admin teased. “I haven’t done anything… yet.”
Before Ned could respond, the admin drew her leg back and launched her foot in a smooth arc directly into his dangling testicles. The sound of leather against skin produced a sickening splatting noise. The kick was delivered nowhere near the maximum force it could have been, but the accuracy was perfect. The top of the admin’s foot connected squarely in the middle of Ned’s scrotum and splayed both testicles out to either side. The forward momentum of her foot then caused each orb to be flattened between her shoe and his pelvic bone.
A huge whoosh of air escaped from Ned’s lungs as the impact registered in his brain. Then, the unmistakable agony so specific to having one’s balls forcibly flattened radiated up through Ned’s groin and into his belly. He twisted and writhed, but bound as he was, couldn’t do anything to alleviate the enormous distress.
As Ned gagged and contorted his body, the admin smiled smugly, admiring her handiwork. “Looks like that was a really good one,” she observed.
Ned coughed and tried to look back at her. “Oh my god <cough> please… <cough> please don’t do that again,” he begged.
“But Mr. Blackman,” the admin sounded a bit concerned. “That was just the first kick of many. If you’re hurting that much already, I can only imagine how much you’ll be suffering by the time I’m done.”
And then, without any ceremony, she sent a second kick into his balls, just as accurately as the first.
Ned’s eyes bugged out of their sockets as the effects of the second kick were added to that of the first. Though the force of the second was identical to that of the first, the cumulative effect caused the second kick to feel as though she had delivered it with at least twice as much force.
Before Ned could so much as take a breath, the admin kicked him three more times in rapid succession.
SPLATTT SPLATTT SPLATTT
Ned’s body went completely rigid and then shook violently as the horrific agony surged though his entire body. His gag reflex kicked in and his stomach heaved, but nothing came up.
The admin stood behind him with her hands on her hips for a minute. Then she kicked him again.
SPLATTT
At this point Ned’s body reached its limit and he fainted. The admin shook her head in disgust. She knelt down to have a close look at his balls. She was pleased to see how quickly they were swelling. And she noted a couple of bruises staring to form. She knew his entire scrotum would be one solid bruise and his testicles would be twice their normal size by the time she finished. She took hold of his balls in her and rolled them around. Good. No sign of any damage.
The admin moved up to Ned’s head. She grabbed him by the hair and lifted, and then slapped him a few times to get him to wake up.
He regained consciousness, but the misery raging through his gut made him gag and nearly caused him to pass out again. After taking a few deep breaths, he managed to croak out, “What are you doing to me? Oh… my balls. <cough> How can you be so cruel?”
In response, the admin said simply, “You should have thought of the consequences before you broke company rules.”
“But… but… kicking me in the balls… that’s barbaric.”
“Maybe,” the admin conceded. “But, I suspect you’ll be a much better employee after today.”
Through his haze of pain, Ned realized she was right. He never wanted to endure anything like this again. He had learned his lesson.
“You’re… right,” he gasped through clenched teeth as a spasm wracked his body. He hadn’t realized she had move back to her position behind him until once again her foot found its mark and pounded his balls.
SPLATTT
“GACCKKK! Please-“
SPLATTT SPLATTT SPLATTT
Three more deadly kicks assailed his increasingly sensitive balls.
“Umphhhh…”
SPLATTT SPLATTT SPLATTT
“Glurckkk-”
The admin was showing no mercy. She delivered her kicks in sets of three
with little pause.
SPLATTT SPLATTT SPLATTT
It finally got to the point where Ned’s defenses began shutting down. His body no longer reacted. He went limp and simply accepted the admin’s punishing kicks with essentially no reaction.
The admin paused and realized there was no point in delivering any more punishment today. But, for her own amusement she sent three final kicks into Ned’s dangling balls. The sound of her foot smacking a pair of defenseless testicles and the feeling of power she got when she felt them compress sent a delicious thrill through her body. She observed with no small amount of pride that his scrotum had turned a deep shade of purple and the skin was taut around the grotesquely swollen testicles. Any movement he made would be very painful for several days.
*****
Much later, Ned awoke to the persistent deep agony that resided in his belly. He moaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He lay in a bed in very spartan room. The bed, a small side table and a straight-backed chair were the entire contents of the room. ‘Ohhhh… what have they done to me…” he wondered.
At that moment the door opened and the HR Director strode in followed by the admin. The admin pulled the chair to the side of the bed and sat down. She lifted her long legs and placed her feet, still in the same high heels she wore when she kicked Ned’s balls, on the bed mere inches from his head. Then she crossed one leg over the other at the ankle and casually rotated her foot.
Before Ned could say anything, the HR Director spoke. “Well, Mr. Blackman, you have endured and survived your first punishment session. The company doctor assures me that your testicles have not been permanently injured. When the swelling goes down and the bruising heals, you’ll be none the worse for your experience.”
Ned blinked. He tried to keep his focus on the Director, but the proximity of the admin’s feet won out. Their aura was too much and drew his gaze like a powerful magnet.
The Director smiled at this and continued, “Please, Mr. Blackman, feel free to enjoy the presence of the young lady’s feet. I think it’s only fair that you have the opportunity to see up close what skillfully created such severe discomfort in your body. And I want you to remember just how much it hurts. I do believe it will give you the incentive to follow all company rules from now on. Am I right?”
“Y-yes ma’am,” Ned said softly.
“That’s good,” the Director nodded with satisfaction, “because a second breach of the rules doesn’t come with a second chance. Security will immediately escort you to the punishment room where you will be subjected to a far more severe discipline session with the admin. She will fasten you to the bondage device and again kick your balls. Only this time, she will not hold back.”
Ned tore his eyes from the admin’s shoes and focused on the Director. She stared at him, her eyes practically boring holes. Her meaning couldn’t have been clearer. Ned shivered as the realization of what would happen to him sunk in.
“Do you understand?” the Director asked.
“Yes ma’am.”
“I’m glad,” the Director relaxed somewhat. “I’ve seen firsthand what this young lady can do when limitations are removed. I assure you, it is not a pretty sight.”
Ned shuddered as he returned his gaze to the admin’s shoes. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her grinning wickedly. She winked at him and mouthed the words, “They’ll get you.”
Somehow, he knew she was right.
Ned Blackman sat nervously outside the office of the HR director. He’d been caught browsing his favorite adult Websites by the IT Department’s network monitoring software. At first he’d tried to deny it, but they’d shown him the evidence and he knew he was probably done.
Then he received a memo that gave him two choices; he could resign immediately with no severance or he could submit to the company’s new disciplinary plan developed for circumstances just such as the one he found himself. Given the current state of the job market and his woeful financial situation, Ned opted for the disciplinary plan, even though he had no idea what it entailed. He figured it couldn’t be worse than losing his job. Little did he know…
The door to the HR director’s office opened and the admin told him to come in. Ned nodded and followed her inside. He couldn’t help but notice what an attractive woman she was. Ned guessed she was no more than 25 years old. Her pretty face was highlighted by a modest amount of make-up. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She stood nearly six feet tall in her high heels, and probably weighed around 135 pounds. Her long shapely legs were on prominent display, as her classic business skirt ended a few inches above her knees. The skirt was tight enough to accentuate the firmness of her well-formed rear end.
“Sit here,” the woman indicated a chair. “The director will see you in a few moments to explain exactly what choices you have.”
The admin disappeared through a rear door and Ned sighed as he waited.
After about ten minutes the inner door to the director’s office opened and she glared at him as she spoke, “Mr. Blackman, please come in.”
A stern looking woman about 40 years old, the director was not what one would consider pretty, but she was not unattractive. She was in excellent physical shape. Ned couldn’t help but notice the firmness of the muscles in her legs as she walked.
Taking a seat behind her desk, the director pointed to a chair in from and said, “Sit, Mr. Blackman.”
Ned took the seat as directed and began to grow a bit frightened under the withering stare of the director. Finally she spoke.
“I won’t beat around the bush, Mr. Blackman,” she began. “This company has a zero tolerance policy for Internet abuse. Not long ago you would have been fired immediately. But, because of the enormous costs involved in hiring new personnel, a new plan was developed to save the company some money and give the employee a second chance.” She paused. Her eyes bored into Ned and he felt himself recoil.
“We now offer you two choices,” she continued. “You may resign immediately, with no severance pay, or you may accept and submit to our new disciplinary plan. Have you made your choice?”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” Ned stammered. “I will accept the discipline. I don’t want to lose my job.”
A faint smile briefly came to the director’s lips. “Very well.” She pushed a piece of paper across her desk. “Please sign this form. It acknowledges your decision.”
Ned looked at the paper. It did not say what the discipline would be.
“Um… may I ask what type of discipline to which I will be subjected?”
“You may ask, but you won’t find out until after you’ve signed the agreement.”
“Oh…” Ned began to say something, but then thought better of it. “I - I’ll sign,” he murmured.
The director handed him a pen and watched with a glint of pleasure in her eyes as Ned signed his name. He gently slid the document back across to the director when he finished.
“When will I receive my discipline?” Ned asked softly.
The director eyed him with disdain. “Your first session will be right away. My admin will be administering your punishment.”
“Punishment?” Ned asked, somewhat puzzled. “What exactly is she going to do?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” the director dismissed him. “Go back to the outer office and then through the door that the admin used when she left earlier.” When Ned hesitated, the director commanded, “Now! We don’t tolerate time wasting!”
Somewhat shaken, Ned clumsily arose and hurried to find his way out. When the door closed behind him, the director said softly to herself, “You’re a fool, Mr. Blackman.”
*****
Ned exited the director’s office in a state of anxiety. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ he wondered. He spotted the door to which he had been directed and carefully eased it open. The small, windowless room was empty save for a strange looking contraption in the center of the floor. Ned he studied it for a moment before noticing another door in the rear wall. It was then he observed that the walls were not just painted; they seemed to be covered in soft, thick padding of some sort. He realized that the room was very quiet; he couldn’t detect any sound from outside.
Growing more nervous by the second, Ned took a closer look at the thing in the middle of the floor. It consisted of three main beams. They were constructed in the shape of an “I” and looked to be extremely sturdy. At each end of the top and bottom beams were leather straps about three inches wide. These straps were fastened securely to the beams and had a buckle on one end. The other end had a series of holes that allowed the strap to be fastened at varying intervals.
Now Ned was on the verge of fright. The thing looked to be some sort of bondage device and he suddenly realized that he would soon be confined in it. Having second thoughts, he turned to leave, but froze when he heard a voice call out, “Stop right there!”
Ned had not seen the admin emerge from the rear door. He froze at the sound of her intimidating voice.
“Turn around and stand by the restraining device she,” ordered.
Too terrified to do anything else, Ned obeyed.
The admin walked over to him and circled him a couple of times. Ned swallowed nervously as he heard the sound of her heels on the hard floor. His eyes were drawn to the sound. He involuntarily gasped when he saw the wicked looking shoes she wore that created the ominous sound; black leather pumps with a sole consisting of a ½” thick platform. The heels were around four inches high and about ¾” wide at the base; heavier than a classic stiletto, but very sleek and elegant nevertheless. A strap circled her ankle and attached to the shoe at the top of the heel cup.
Ned’s fascination with her shoes was not lost on the admin. She smirked and said, “I see you like my shoes.” She paused as he looked up at her. “It’s a good thing, because you’re going to become intimately acquainted with them.”
The look in her eyes sent new waves of fear coursing through Ned.
The admin held him with her stare for a moment and then said, “Take off all your clothes.”
Ned blinked and mumbled, “Wh-wha…”
The admin stepped closer so her face was only inches from his. She was taller, so she had the advantage of looking down at him. “Take… off… all… your… clothes,” she hissed. “Right now!”
Ned withered under her compelling stare and began unbuttoning his shirt. With his fingers shaking in terror, this simple task became nearly impossible. The admin watched in amusement for a moment before saying,
“Hurry up! I haven’t got all day.”
Ned took a deep breath, momentarily calming himself enough to get his shirt and pants off. Unsure of what to do next, he stood before her in his underwear and socks.
The admin shook her head in disbelief. “Everything!” she growled impatiently.
Feeling an enormous sense of embarrassment, Ned peeled off his socks, pulled his undershirt over his head and then slid his undershorts down his legs. He straightened up and waited for the admin’s next order.
“Thank you,” she said. “If you do things quickly the first time I ask, we’ll be done much sooner and you can be on your way. Now, kneel over the restraining device.”
This time Ned didn’t hesitate. He got down on all fours into what he hoped was the position the admin required. She knelt beside him and first fastened each of his wrists to the straps on the top bar. She pulled the buckles down tight so he had almost no room for movement. Then she had him spread his knees above the bottom bar and then fastened the straps so he could not close his legs. He was now on all fours in a very exposed position and unable to move. It was at that point he put it all together and realized what was about to happen.
“Oh my GOD!” he cried out. “You’re… you’re going to kick me in the balls, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Blackman, that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” the admin confirmed. “Many times, actually.” The admin walked around and stood so Ned had a close-up view of her shoes. She let him get a really good look and then continued, “I think these shoes are perfect for kicking, don’t you? The strap will make sure the shoe doesn’t fly off my foot. The thick sole adds a lot of mass so the kicks will be that much more effective.”
Ned was near panic. “Please, let me go. I’ve changed my mind. I want to quit. I don’t want you to kick my balls. Please…”
“Sorry, Mr. Blackman. It’s too late for that.”
“But I didn’t know this is what was going to happen to me. The director wouldn’t tell me. It’s not fair. I… I…” Ned struggled against his bonds, but the straps held him tight.
“Fairness? You want to talk about fairness?” the admin sneered. “You wasted company time. We had every right to fire you immediately and black list you. But we’re giving you a chance to keep your job. I should think you’d be happy about that.”
“I – I was,” Ned stuttered, “but I don’t think I would have taken that option had I known that the price was so high.”
The admin laughed. “I don’t think taking a few kicks in the balls is too high a price to pay in exchange for keeping your job.”
“But… but you don’t know what it’s like,” he countered. “It really hurts. And you could permanently injure me. “You… you’re legs are so strong.”
The admin just shook her head. “Obviously, you’ve never endured the agony of childbirth, Mr. Blackman. Trust me. It’s much worse than being kicked in the balls. And don’t worry about being permanently injured. The company wants your balls intact. They give you incentive to behave properly. Without the fear of having your balls kicked, you’d be much more likely to repeat your offenses. Believe it when I tell you, Mr. Blackman, that I am highly skilled and know just how far I can go without causing permanent damage. But remember, there is nothing I would like more than to let loose with a full force kick and send your balls up into your throat.”
Ned shivered in abject terror at the ominous tone of admin’s last sentence. She wouldn’t… she couldn’t…
The admin seemed to know exactly what was going through Ned’s mind.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Blackman. I won’t kick you that hard. Unless of course you are uncooperative.”
With that the admin lifted her foot a few inches off the floor and then quickly stomped down. The sharp, sudden sound mad Ned jump. The admin laughed and tapped the toe of her right shoe on the floor directly beneath Ned’s wide-eyed gaze.
“That’s it, Mr. Blackman. Take a real good look at the shoe that will soon be pounding your balls.”
Abruptly, the admin stepped away and moved around behind Ned. His muscles involuntarily tensed in a defensive measure. He knew what was coming, but he couldn’t move.
The admin took a practice step to gauge the distance. When the toe of her shoe lightly grazed the bottom of Ned’s scrotum, his whole body jerked as he let out a surprised yelp.
“What’s the matter?” the admin teased. “I haven’t done anything… yet.”
Before Ned could respond, the admin drew her leg back and launched her foot in a smooth arc directly into his dangling testicles. The sound of leather against skin produced a sickening splatting noise. The kick was delivered nowhere near the maximum force it could have been, but the accuracy was perfect. The top of the admin’s foot connected squarely in the middle of Ned’s scrotum and splayed both testicles out to either side. The forward momentum of her foot then caused each orb to be flattened between her shoe and his pelvic bone.
A huge whoosh of air escaped from Ned’s lungs as the impact registered in his brain. Then, the unmistakable agony so specific to having one’s balls forcibly flattened radiated up through Ned’s groin and into his belly. He twisted and writhed, but bound as he was, couldn’t do anything to alleviate the enormous distress.
As Ned gagged and contorted his body, the admin smiled smugly, admiring her handiwork. “Looks like that was a really good one,” she observed.
Ned coughed and tried to look back at her. “Oh my god <cough> please… <cough> please don’t do that again,” he begged.
“But Mr. Blackman,” the admin sounded a bit concerned. “That was just the first kick of many. If you’re hurting that much already, I can only imagine how much you’ll be suffering by the time I’m done.”
And then, without any ceremony, she sent a second kick into his balls, just as accurately as the first.
Ned’s eyes bugged out of their sockets as the effects of the second kick were added to that of the first. Though the force of the second was identical to that of the first, the cumulative effect caused the second kick to feel as though she had delivered it with at least twice as much force.
Before Ned could so much as take a breath, the admin kicked him three more times in rapid succession.
SPLATTT SPLATTT SPLATTT
Ned’s body went completely rigid and then shook violently as the horrific agony surged though his entire body. His gag reflex kicked in and his stomach heaved, but nothing came up.
The admin stood behind him with her hands on her hips for a minute. Then she kicked him again.
SPLATTT
At this point Ned’s body reached its limit and he fainted. The admin shook her head in disgust. She knelt down to have a close look at his balls. She was pleased to see how quickly they were swelling. And she noted a couple of bruises staring to form. She knew his entire scrotum would be one solid bruise and his testicles would be twice their normal size by the time she finished. She took hold of his balls in her and rolled them around. Good. No sign of any damage.
The admin moved up to Ned’s head. She grabbed him by the hair and lifted, and then slapped him a few times to get him to wake up.
He regained consciousness, but the misery raging through his gut made him gag and nearly caused him to pass out again. After taking a few deep breaths, he managed to croak out, “What are you doing to me? Oh… my balls. <cough> How can you be so cruel?”
In response, the admin said simply, “You should have thought of the consequences before you broke company rules.”
“But… but… kicking me in the balls… that’s barbaric.”
“Maybe,” the admin conceded. “But, I suspect you’ll be a much better employee after today.”
Through his haze of pain, Ned realized she was right. He never wanted to endure anything like this again. He had learned his lesson.
“You’re… right,” he gasped through clenched teeth as a spasm wracked his body. He hadn’t realized she had move back to her position behind him until once again her foot found its mark and pounded his balls.
SPLATTT
“GACCKKK! Please-“
SPLATTT SPLATTT SPLATTT
Three more deadly kicks assailed his increasingly sensitive balls.
“Umphhhh…”
SPLATTT SPLATTT SPLATTT
“Glurckkk-”
The admin was showing no mercy. She delivered her kicks in sets of three
with little pause.
SPLATTT SPLATTT SPLATTT
It finally got to the point where Ned’s defenses began shutting down. His body no longer reacted. He went limp and simply accepted the admin’s punishing kicks with essentially no reaction.
The admin paused and realized there was no point in delivering any more punishment today. But, for her own amusement she sent three final kicks into Ned’s dangling balls. The sound of her foot smacking a pair of defenseless testicles and the feeling of power she got when she felt them compress sent a delicious thrill through her body. She observed with no small amount of pride that his scrotum had turned a deep shade of purple and the skin was taut around the grotesquely swollen testicles. Any movement he made would be very painful for several days.
*****
Much later, Ned awoke to the persistent deep agony that resided in his belly. He moaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He lay in a bed in very spartan room. The bed, a small side table and a straight-backed chair were the entire contents of the room. ‘Ohhhh… what have they done to me…” he wondered.
At that moment the door opened and the HR Director strode in followed by the admin. The admin pulled the chair to the side of the bed and sat down. She lifted her long legs and placed her feet, still in the same high heels she wore when she kicked Ned’s balls, on the bed mere inches from his head. Then she crossed one leg over the other at the ankle and casually rotated her foot.
Before Ned could say anything, the HR Director spoke. “Well, Mr. Blackman, you have endured and survived your first punishment session. The company doctor assures me that your testicles have not been permanently injured. When the swelling goes down and the bruising heals, you’ll be none the worse for your experience.”
Ned blinked. He tried to keep his focus on the Director, but the proximity of the admin’s feet won out. Their aura was too much and drew his gaze like a powerful magnet.
The Director smiled at this and continued, “Please, Mr. Blackman, feel free to enjoy the presence of the young lady’s feet. I think it’s only fair that you have the opportunity to see up close what skillfully created such severe discomfort in your body. And I want you to remember just how much it hurts. I do believe it will give you the incentive to follow all company rules from now on. Am I right?”
“Y-yes ma’am,” Ned said softly.
“That’s good,” the Director nodded with satisfaction, “because a second breach of the rules doesn’t come with a second chance. Security will immediately escort you to the punishment room where you will be subjected to a far more severe discipline session with the admin. She will fasten you to the bondage device and again kick your balls. Only this time, she will not hold back.”
Ned tore his eyes from the admin’s shoes and focused on the Director. She stared at him, her eyes practically boring holes. Her meaning couldn’t have been clearer. Ned shivered as the realization of what would happen to him sunk in.
“Do you understand?” the Director asked.
“Yes ma’am.”
“I’m glad,” the Director relaxed somewhat. “I’ve seen firsthand what this young lady can do when limitations are removed. I assure you, it is not a pretty sight.”
Ned shuddered as he returned his gaze to the admin’s shoes. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her grinning wickedly. She winked at him and mouthed the words, “They’ll get you.”
Somehow, he knew she was right.