kickthem
07-30-2011, 06:48 AM
A Fitting Punishment – The Conversion of Ned Blackman
The HR Director smiled knowingly when she saw the e-mail pop in to her in box. ‘Got you, Mr. Blackman.’
*****
Ned Blackman sat at his desk, his hands shaking. It had been two months since his visit to HR. He’d been caught abusing the company’s Internet policy (he’d been looking at porn) and was offered a chance to keep his job if he submitted to a new discipline policy. Fearful of losing his job and with little chance of finding another in a rotten economy, he had accepted.
Much to his dismay, instead of some time off without pay, the admin in the HR Department had fastened him to a bondage device and brutally kicked his balls repeatedly until he thought she had ruined him forever. But – she possessed an innate skill and knew just how hard to kick without causing permanent damage. Ned’s balls were bruised and severely swollen, but not broken. He had suffered for nearly three weeks until they healed. At the time, he swore he would behave and never do anything to put himself in back at the mercy of the HR Department. But today something made him do it again. And he knew the consequences.
*****
Ned was a weak man and the HR Director knew it. She had instructed the admin to tease Ned repeatedly with her high heels during his recovery period. She was confident the temptation would become so ingrained in Ned’s psyche that he would ultimately succumb to it. And now she had been proven correct in her assessment. The e-mail from the IT Department reported access to inappropriate Internet sites from Ned’s computer.
The Director picked up her phone and dialed the admin’s number.
“Yes ma’am?”
“We were successful,” the Director announced. “Mr. Blackman has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar again, as it were. Please go his cube and bring him to the room. I’ll meet you there.”
“Right away.” There was undisguised enthusiasm in the admin’s voice.
*****
Ned was trying to concentrate on his work when he heard the distinct sound of the admin’s high heels clicking on the hard floor. He looked up in feigned surprise when she walked into his cube and said, “Please come with me, Mr. Blackman.”
“Oh… Wh-what’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong. The HR Director would like to have a chat with you.”
‘That didn’t sound so bad,’ Ned thought. ‘Maybe she’ll give me a break.’
As the admin led him to the elevator bank, Ned couldn’t help but stare at her legs and high heels. ‘Oh my GOD! Those are the shoes she wore when she kicked my balls!’
This realization made Ned feel a lot more anxious. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her shoes – black leather pumps with ½” thick platform soles and four-inch heels. He felt a twinge of discomfort ping his balls just looking at them.
The elevator doors opened and they stepped inside. The admin smirked at him and said, “I see you still like my shoes… but I’m not so sure your balls will be too fond of them once they get reacquainted.”
Embarrassed, Ned averted his eyes and apologized. “I – I’m sorry. You have such beautiful legs and they do look great on you.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she teased as the elevator cab began to rise.
Ned nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot as the ride seemed to take an eternity. At the designated floor, the doors slid open and they stepped out. Ned started to head to the door of the Director’s office, but the admin stopped him with sharp words. “No. Over here,” she said, pointing to the door of the room where she had kicked his balls.
“But – but… I thought the Director just wanted to have a chat.”
The admin laughed softly and said, “She does. But in here.”
Ned knew this would be bad. The Director warned him after his last session that if he repeated his offense the admin would have at him again and this time she would not hold back.
The admin opened the door to the punishment room and urged Ned to hurry and get inside. The reality of the situation was setting in and he knew that he had made a horrible mistake.
Expecting to see the bondage device from last time, he was surprised to see a different one. This one looked like a padded sawhorse. There were straps on either end that Ned immediately knew were for binding a person’s wrists. There was a half-round collar-like device in the center of the horse that was hinged on one side. It took a moment, but Ned soon realized the device would be placed over a person’s neck and then the free side locked down. Ned could see the horse was securely bolted to the floor.
“Please get undressed, Mr. Blackman,” the admin spoke. “The Director will be in shortly and I want you in the proper position before she arrives.”
Ned knew any protests or resistance would be futile. Resigned to his fate, he removed all his clothing.
“Thank you for being so cooperative, Mr. Blackman. Now, if you’ll please step over to the horse, I’ll fasten you down.”
Glumly, Ned knelt next to the horse and allowed the admin to perform her task. She buckled each of his wrists, making sure the straps were good and tight and didn’t allow him any movement. Then she guided his head down and placed the collar over his neck and fastened it with a padlock. Ned’s head hung over the side of the horse. But he was fastened in such a way that he could not turn or lift to see behind him. His knees were on the ground on the opposite side. In his nakedness, he was completely exposed and vulnerable.
Ned heard the door open and then close. He assumed it was the Director and the sound of her voice confirmed it.
“Mr. Blackman… I’m very disappointed. I had hoped you would behave yourself so we didn’t have to go through this again.”
“I – I’m very sorry, ma’am. I really don’t know why I did it. It – it just happened. I don’t suppose there’s any way you’ll be lenient with me…”
“Definitely not, Mr. Blackman. You were warned of the consequences of a repeat offense and you will suffer fully.”
The Director walked around to the front of the horse. Ned could now see her legs and feet. He couldn’t help but admire the shapeliness and strength of her nylon-sheathed legs. Her shoes were nothing like those of the admin’s – but on the Director they were every bit as alluring; classic black business-style pumps with a three-inch sturdy heel.
“We are going to do things a bit differently today,” the Director continued. “After the admin has loosened your balls a bit with some moderate kicks, I will deliver a few of my own.”
Ned gulped. The director was in excellent physical shape and he surmised that in no way would her kicks be any less forceful than that of the admin’s. He also knew how tender his balls would be after the admin had “loosened him up”. He squirmed anxiously.
“So, I see the magnitude of the consequences of your offense is finally sinking in,” the Director gloated. “I have no sympathy for your kind. You were given fair warning and now you will pay the price.”
The Director found a chair in a corner of the room and pulled over and sat down in front of Ned. She crossed one leg over the other and began swinging her high-heeled foot back and forth. With the limited range of motion allowed him by the collar fastening his neck to the horse, he was ****** watch the Director’s feet and legs. The Director looked up nodded to the admin and said, “Whenever you’re ready, you may begin.”
As the admin took her position behind Ned she directed, “I haven’t fastened your legs or ankles to anything. That’s because I want you to be able to freely writhe in agony as I kick your balls. But – when I tell you to resume the proper position, I expect you to do so immediately. If you don’t… well, you can expect the next several kicks to be, shall we say, quite debilitating.”
Ned cringed but spread his knees as wide as he could. His testicles hung down, loose and exposed. But something else was not quite so loose.
The Director observed, “Look at his dick! It’s hard! He must really like my feet and shoes, or he is looking forward to having his balls pummeled. I wonder which one it is?”
Ned was afraid to speak, but his excitement was being caused by the Director’s elegant footwear bobbing mere inches from his face. He so wanted to place his lips on her shoes and give them the adoration they so richly deserved. He wanted to take the heel into his mouth and suck it deep into his throat. But his desires remained unspoken.
The Director looked up at the admin with a smirk. “Let’s see how many times you have to kick him before his enthusiasm fades.”
The admin grinned and without warning fired three rapid kicks into Ned’s balls.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
His hips rose and he tried to close his legs in defense, but the admin quickly stopped him, saying, “Maintain the proper position!”
Ned ****** himself to keep his legs spread and the admin pounded another three kicks directly into his agonized balls.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
Ned twisted and groaned. His legs reflexively clamped together. But his penis still stood proud.
The Director shook her head. “Losing your touch?” she teased the admin.
“No way,” she said firmly. That thing is going DOWN… NOW! SPREAD THOSE LEGS, Mr. Blackman!”
Ned’s instincts told him to keep his legs as tight together as possible, but he willed himself to open them.
“Thank you,” the admin said as her wicked high-heeled shoe flew into Ned’s balls with frightening force.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
“Glurck!” Ned almost vomited. The ache in his gut was unbearable. It felt like the admin’s last kick had sent his balls up into his throat.
“That did it,” the Director observed. “His dick is as limp as a wet noodle.”
The admin glowed with pride. “There isn’t a dick on this earth that can stand up to my full kicks.”
The Director looked at the admin with great respect. “I know. I’ve seen what you can do when there are no limits.”
The Director stood and walked around to Ned’s rear. If he could have seen her, he would have been smitten by the way her leg muscles rippled as she moved. Under normal circumstances, those legs would have induced an immediate erection. But the admin’s kicks had put an end to that for quite a while. Instead of inspiring Ned to new “heights”, the Director’s legs were going to do just the opposite. She would use them to send her foot into Ned’s balls with such force that he would be lucky if he ever had an erection again.
The Director rolled her conservative length skirt up around the waistband, exposing several more inches of her lovely legs. Sadly, Ned was unable to appreciate this scene.
The Director swung her leg back and forth a few times to loosen up. Then she said to Ned, “Mr. Blackman, it is my turn to have a go at your testicles. I know you were enthralled by my shoes. Now, as I kick you, want you to remember them; remember how excited you were as you gazed upon them. Then, as my foot smashes into your balls, recognize that the same object that can cause such a sexual thrill can also cause enormous pain. Consider that, Mr. Blackman.”
Expecting no reply and giving no time for Ned to attempt one, the Director launched a kick into his balls that would have made a World Cup Soccer star proud.
SPLATTTTT
Ned’s balls compressed perfectly between the top of the Director’s smooth leather shoe and his pubic bone. The sound that came out of his throat was nothing human. Even the admin was stunned by the depth of the distress it conveyed.
Ned’s legs instantly snapped together in defense. Had his hands been free he would have been rolling around and clutching his balls. As it was, his whole body vibrated as it fought to relieve the enormous stress created by the trauma arising from his testicles.
The Director looked at the admin and shrugged. “Oops, I got a little carried away. Did I ruin him?”
“No, I don’t think so,” the admin offered. “When a kick ruptures a testicle it makes a different sound.”
The admin knelt behind Ned and ****** his legs apart. She gently took his balls in her hand and carefully felt for damage. The handling, careful though it was, caused even more distress and several high-pitched squeals rose from Ned’s throat.
“They’re fine,” the admin confirmed. “Mr. Blackman has one tough pair.”
Relieved that the session would not end prematurely, the Director returned to her seat in front of Ned. Crossing her legs, she bent down and said softly, “I’m sorry about that, Mr. Blackman. I guess I don’t know my own strength.” As she spoke her foot flexed and her shoe popped off her heel.
Ned groaned as the Director skillfully dangled her pump from her toes.
Were it not for the impossible agony wringing his gut, Ned knew that the Director’s action would have immediately induced his penis to full erection. As it was, it only served to cause further distress, if that were possible.
“How long will you have to wait before you can safely kick him again?” the Director asked the admin.
“Let’s give it about ten minutes. Judging from his earlier response to your feet and shoes, I’d say it will speed his recovery if you keep doing that thing you’re doing.”
The Director glanced down. “I think you’re right. He can’t take his eyes off my dangling shoe.”
“I’ll go do a quick check of my e-mails,” the admin said. “He’ll be ready to take some more when I get back.”
“Sounds good,” the Director replied, as her shoe continued its enticing swing from her stocking-covered toes.
The room became quiet as Ned’s groans finally ceased. The Director sat patiently, watching Ned. His eyes never left her dangling pump.
And then – about ten minutes after the Director’s shoe had nearly destroyed Ned’s balls, a miracle occurred. Ned’s penis began to rise – slowly at first, but then a final surge sent it blooming once again into a full erection.
“Ah, I see you’re back, Mr. Blackman,” the Director noted. “The shoe giveth and the shoe taketh away… And now it has given life once again.”
The admin returned at that moment and immediately noted the change in Ned’s penis. “That has to be some kind of record,” she said in amazement.
“I’ve never seen any guy recover that fast from a kick that hard.”
“The female foot is a very powerful instrument,” the Director explained. She reached down and pulled her shoe back on. Ned sighed in disappointment.
“How far do you want to take this?” the admin asked. “Should I finish the job, or should I leave him intact?”
“Leave him intact,” the Director advised. “I’m beginning to like Mr. Blackman. I think I’d like to keep him on and it would be to our advantage to have him fully functional.”
The admin nodded. “I agree. If nothing else, he provides an amusing diversion.”
Without further delay, the admin got back to the business of kicking Ned Blackman’s balls.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
By now Ned was beyond rational thought. The pain in his belly was overwhelming. His breathing came in choking gasps as the admin’s shoe
repeatedly pounded his balls.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
The admin ignored Ned’s pathetic screams and simply went about her job.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
When it was over the admin had kicked Ned’s balls over 100 times. He hung limply in his bindings. His body twitched and spasmed, but his eyes stared blankly. He felt completely hollow inside. He was a broken man.
“Excellent work,” the Director complimented. “I don’t think Mr. Blackman will ever give us any trouble again.”
The admin beamed proudly. “I’ll call the company physician and have her look him over, but I’m confident his balls are only severely swollen and not ruptured. I’m sure he’ll need several days in the infirmary to recover, though.”
“No doubt,” the Director agreed, though she was somewhat distracted. The seed of a plan was already growing in her mind.
*****
Three weeks later Ned Blackman had physically recovered from his ordeal and had returned to work. Mentally, he was a different man. The barbaric manner in which he had been abused had turned him into a shell of a man. He arrived at his desk and performed his job like a robot. Whenever a woman walked by his cubicle he tensed in fear. The mere sight of a high-heeled shoe sent tremors of terror down his spine.
His worst experience occurred when the admin stopped by to see how he was doing. Ned cowered in his chair, clutching his hands protectively over his groin. It felt as though his testicles had retracted back inside his body.
“Please relax Mr. Blackman,” the admin soothed. “I can understand why you might be a bit reluctant to see me.”
Ned couldn’t move; the fear of this woman kicking his balls paralyzed him.
The admin continued, “The Director would like to see you in her office at 2:00 this afternoon.”
“No – no… I’ve behaved myself,” Ned protested in a squeaky voice. “Why?”
“Not to worry, Mr. Blackman. You haven’t done anything wrong. She just wants to go over a few normal work-related items.”
“Oh… oh, you’re sure?”
“Positive,” the admin assured him.
*****
Promptly at 2:00, Ned knocked on the HR Director’s office door.
“Please come on in,” he heard her voice call out in a pleasant manner.
Ned eased open the door and stepped inside. He carefully closed the door behind him. When he turned he saw the HR Director seated on top of her desk. Her skirt was hiked up well above her knees. Her right leg was crossed over the left, and the stiletto-heeled pump on her right foot dangled seductively from her nylon-covered toes.
Ned’s jaw dropped in surprise. His eyes immediately became riveted to the motion of her foot and dangling shoe.
The Director smiled and said in a husky voice, “Mr. Blackman, I am in need of a new office assistant. How would you like the job? I’ll double your present salary.”
“Wh-what would I have to do?” Ned stammered.
“What do you think?”
Ned hesitated for only a moment before he rushed to the Director and knelt at her feet. He immediately removed the dangling pump and took her toes deep into his mouth. The Director sighed as she savored the adoration provided by the broken man.
As Ned continued his abject worship of her foot, the Director lightly placed the sole of her other shoe on his groin. Ned flinched.
“Please continue, Mr. Blackman. I have no plans to cause your balls any pain… now.”
“Now?” Ned mumbled around the toes thrust so deeply into his mouth.
“Yes,” the Director confirmed. “Every working day you will take care of all the clerical work for my office and any other routine tasks. Each day will end with you tending to my feet in the manner such as you are right now. On the next to last work day of each month, if your work has been satisfactory, I shall reward you. I will masturbate your penis with my feet and allow you to ejaculate inside my shoe. The only drawback to that is that I will require you to lick out your mess. Are you willing to do that, Mr. Blackman?”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” he murmured around her toes. The thought of her feet rubbing his penis had induced an erection. Licking up his own cum was a small price to pay for the opportunity to have those wonderful feet bring him to orgasm.
“There is one more aspect of this job you may not find so desirable, Mr. Blackman,” the Director continued. “In exchange for your higher salary and your ‘reward’, on the last day of the month, one hour before quitting time, I require one more thing from you.”
Ned’s eyes arched up but he didn’t take her foot from his mouth. “Whas that?” he asked in a muffled voice.
“I want to kick your balls – hard – until you cry and beg me to cut them off to relieve the pain. Are you willing to do that for me, Mr. Blackman? Hmmm? Do we have a deal?”
Ned nodded furiously as he practically swallowed the Director’s foot and pressed her other foot to his groin. His penis erupted in a violent orgasm.
The Director allowed him to finish before saying, “Thank you Mr. Blackman. I take that not only as definite yes, but also as your most humble compliment. One problem though…” She paused as Ned looked up at her, her foot still in his mouth, “I didn’t give you permission to do that, did I?”
“Mmmm… n-no, ma’am.”
“Do you think I should overlook your little indiscretion?”
“No ma’am.”
“And how do you think you should be punished for it?”
“You – you will have to kick me in the balls – right now.”
“Excellent, Mr. Blackman. You catch on quickly. Now, even as I am so enjoying your oral adoration of my foot, I must ask you to abandon your ministrations so you can assume the proper position for your kick. I’ll only do it once; you’ve been on the receiving end and you know what one of my kicks is capable of doing. But not to worry; at least too much. I will not kick you that hard. I only want to punish you, not disable. If you will now be so kind as to get yourself into position for me. This time I want you to spread your legs and lean over and put your hands on your knees.”
Ned got to his feet and did as she asked. He licked his lips and savored the taste of the Director’s feet on his tongue.
The Director moved into her spot behind him. She swung her foot in a gentle arc to gauge the distance. Then without further ceremony, she drew back her leg and sent her high-heeled foot crashing into Ned’s balls.
Because he was wearing his pants, the sound was more of a muffled thud rather than the sharp SPLAT of shoe leather against naked testicles. The effect was just as devastating. Ned let out an agonized groan and crumpled to the floor.
“That will be all for today, Mr. Blackman,” the Director said as she looked down at her devastated new assistant. “When you compose yourself you may be on your way. I’ll see you here in my office first thing tomorrow morning.”
The HR Director smiled knowingly when she saw the e-mail pop in to her in box. ‘Got you, Mr. Blackman.’
*****
Ned Blackman sat at his desk, his hands shaking. It had been two months since his visit to HR. He’d been caught abusing the company’s Internet policy (he’d been looking at porn) and was offered a chance to keep his job if he submitted to a new discipline policy. Fearful of losing his job and with little chance of finding another in a rotten economy, he had accepted.
Much to his dismay, instead of some time off without pay, the admin in the HR Department had fastened him to a bondage device and brutally kicked his balls repeatedly until he thought she had ruined him forever. But – she possessed an innate skill and knew just how hard to kick without causing permanent damage. Ned’s balls were bruised and severely swollen, but not broken. He had suffered for nearly three weeks until they healed. At the time, he swore he would behave and never do anything to put himself in back at the mercy of the HR Department. But today something made him do it again. And he knew the consequences.
*****
Ned was a weak man and the HR Director knew it. She had instructed the admin to tease Ned repeatedly with her high heels during his recovery period. She was confident the temptation would become so ingrained in Ned’s psyche that he would ultimately succumb to it. And now she had been proven correct in her assessment. The e-mail from the IT Department reported access to inappropriate Internet sites from Ned’s computer.
The Director picked up her phone and dialed the admin’s number.
“Yes ma’am?”
“We were successful,” the Director announced. “Mr. Blackman has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar again, as it were. Please go his cube and bring him to the room. I’ll meet you there.”
“Right away.” There was undisguised enthusiasm in the admin’s voice.
*****
Ned was trying to concentrate on his work when he heard the distinct sound of the admin’s high heels clicking on the hard floor. He looked up in feigned surprise when she walked into his cube and said, “Please come with me, Mr. Blackman.”
“Oh… Wh-what’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong. The HR Director would like to have a chat with you.”
‘That didn’t sound so bad,’ Ned thought. ‘Maybe she’ll give me a break.’
As the admin led him to the elevator bank, Ned couldn’t help but stare at her legs and high heels. ‘Oh my GOD! Those are the shoes she wore when she kicked my balls!’
This realization made Ned feel a lot more anxious. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her shoes – black leather pumps with ½” thick platform soles and four-inch heels. He felt a twinge of discomfort ping his balls just looking at them.
The elevator doors opened and they stepped inside. The admin smirked at him and said, “I see you still like my shoes… but I’m not so sure your balls will be too fond of them once they get reacquainted.”
Embarrassed, Ned averted his eyes and apologized. “I – I’m sorry. You have such beautiful legs and they do look great on you.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she teased as the elevator cab began to rise.
Ned nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot as the ride seemed to take an eternity. At the designated floor, the doors slid open and they stepped out. Ned started to head to the door of the Director’s office, but the admin stopped him with sharp words. “No. Over here,” she said, pointing to the door of the room where she had kicked his balls.
“But – but… I thought the Director just wanted to have a chat.”
The admin laughed softly and said, “She does. But in here.”
Ned knew this would be bad. The Director warned him after his last session that if he repeated his offense the admin would have at him again and this time she would not hold back.
The admin opened the door to the punishment room and urged Ned to hurry and get inside. The reality of the situation was setting in and he knew that he had made a horrible mistake.
Expecting to see the bondage device from last time, he was surprised to see a different one. This one looked like a padded sawhorse. There were straps on either end that Ned immediately knew were for binding a person’s wrists. There was a half-round collar-like device in the center of the horse that was hinged on one side. It took a moment, but Ned soon realized the device would be placed over a person’s neck and then the free side locked down. Ned could see the horse was securely bolted to the floor.
“Please get undressed, Mr. Blackman,” the admin spoke. “The Director will be in shortly and I want you in the proper position before she arrives.”
Ned knew any protests or resistance would be futile. Resigned to his fate, he removed all his clothing.
“Thank you for being so cooperative, Mr. Blackman. Now, if you’ll please step over to the horse, I’ll fasten you down.”
Glumly, Ned knelt next to the horse and allowed the admin to perform her task. She buckled each of his wrists, making sure the straps were good and tight and didn’t allow him any movement. Then she guided his head down and placed the collar over his neck and fastened it with a padlock. Ned’s head hung over the side of the horse. But he was fastened in such a way that he could not turn or lift to see behind him. His knees were on the ground on the opposite side. In his nakedness, he was completely exposed and vulnerable.
Ned heard the door open and then close. He assumed it was the Director and the sound of her voice confirmed it.
“Mr. Blackman… I’m very disappointed. I had hoped you would behave yourself so we didn’t have to go through this again.”
“I – I’m very sorry, ma’am. I really don’t know why I did it. It – it just happened. I don’t suppose there’s any way you’ll be lenient with me…”
“Definitely not, Mr. Blackman. You were warned of the consequences of a repeat offense and you will suffer fully.”
The Director walked around to the front of the horse. Ned could now see her legs and feet. He couldn’t help but admire the shapeliness and strength of her nylon-sheathed legs. Her shoes were nothing like those of the admin’s – but on the Director they were every bit as alluring; classic black business-style pumps with a three-inch sturdy heel.
“We are going to do things a bit differently today,” the Director continued. “After the admin has loosened your balls a bit with some moderate kicks, I will deliver a few of my own.”
Ned gulped. The director was in excellent physical shape and he surmised that in no way would her kicks be any less forceful than that of the admin’s. He also knew how tender his balls would be after the admin had “loosened him up”. He squirmed anxiously.
“So, I see the magnitude of the consequences of your offense is finally sinking in,” the Director gloated. “I have no sympathy for your kind. You were given fair warning and now you will pay the price.”
The Director found a chair in a corner of the room and pulled over and sat down in front of Ned. She crossed one leg over the other and began swinging her high-heeled foot back and forth. With the limited range of motion allowed him by the collar fastening his neck to the horse, he was ****** watch the Director’s feet and legs. The Director looked up nodded to the admin and said, “Whenever you’re ready, you may begin.”
As the admin took her position behind Ned she directed, “I haven’t fastened your legs or ankles to anything. That’s because I want you to be able to freely writhe in agony as I kick your balls. But – when I tell you to resume the proper position, I expect you to do so immediately. If you don’t… well, you can expect the next several kicks to be, shall we say, quite debilitating.”
Ned cringed but spread his knees as wide as he could. His testicles hung down, loose and exposed. But something else was not quite so loose.
The Director observed, “Look at his dick! It’s hard! He must really like my feet and shoes, or he is looking forward to having his balls pummeled. I wonder which one it is?”
Ned was afraid to speak, but his excitement was being caused by the Director’s elegant footwear bobbing mere inches from his face. He so wanted to place his lips on her shoes and give them the adoration they so richly deserved. He wanted to take the heel into his mouth and suck it deep into his throat. But his desires remained unspoken.
The Director looked up at the admin with a smirk. “Let’s see how many times you have to kick him before his enthusiasm fades.”
The admin grinned and without warning fired three rapid kicks into Ned’s balls.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
His hips rose and he tried to close his legs in defense, but the admin quickly stopped him, saying, “Maintain the proper position!”
Ned ****** himself to keep his legs spread and the admin pounded another three kicks directly into his agonized balls.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
Ned twisted and groaned. His legs reflexively clamped together. But his penis still stood proud.
The Director shook her head. “Losing your touch?” she teased the admin.
“No way,” she said firmly. That thing is going DOWN… NOW! SPREAD THOSE LEGS, Mr. Blackman!”
Ned’s instincts told him to keep his legs as tight together as possible, but he willed himself to open them.
“Thank you,” the admin said as her wicked high-heeled shoe flew into Ned’s balls with frightening force.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
“Glurck!” Ned almost vomited. The ache in his gut was unbearable. It felt like the admin’s last kick had sent his balls up into his throat.
“That did it,” the Director observed. “His dick is as limp as a wet noodle.”
The admin glowed with pride. “There isn’t a dick on this earth that can stand up to my full kicks.”
The Director looked at the admin with great respect. “I know. I’ve seen what you can do when there are no limits.”
The Director stood and walked around to Ned’s rear. If he could have seen her, he would have been smitten by the way her leg muscles rippled as she moved. Under normal circumstances, those legs would have induced an immediate erection. But the admin’s kicks had put an end to that for quite a while. Instead of inspiring Ned to new “heights”, the Director’s legs were going to do just the opposite. She would use them to send her foot into Ned’s balls with such force that he would be lucky if he ever had an erection again.
The Director rolled her conservative length skirt up around the waistband, exposing several more inches of her lovely legs. Sadly, Ned was unable to appreciate this scene.
The Director swung her leg back and forth a few times to loosen up. Then she said to Ned, “Mr. Blackman, it is my turn to have a go at your testicles. I know you were enthralled by my shoes. Now, as I kick you, want you to remember them; remember how excited you were as you gazed upon them. Then, as my foot smashes into your balls, recognize that the same object that can cause such a sexual thrill can also cause enormous pain. Consider that, Mr. Blackman.”
Expecting no reply and giving no time for Ned to attempt one, the Director launched a kick into his balls that would have made a World Cup Soccer star proud.
SPLATTTTT
Ned’s balls compressed perfectly between the top of the Director’s smooth leather shoe and his pubic bone. The sound that came out of his throat was nothing human. Even the admin was stunned by the depth of the distress it conveyed.
Ned’s legs instantly snapped together in defense. Had his hands been free he would have been rolling around and clutching his balls. As it was, his whole body vibrated as it fought to relieve the enormous stress created by the trauma arising from his testicles.
The Director looked at the admin and shrugged. “Oops, I got a little carried away. Did I ruin him?”
“No, I don’t think so,” the admin offered. “When a kick ruptures a testicle it makes a different sound.”
The admin knelt behind Ned and ****** his legs apart. She gently took his balls in her hand and carefully felt for damage. The handling, careful though it was, caused even more distress and several high-pitched squeals rose from Ned’s throat.
“They’re fine,” the admin confirmed. “Mr. Blackman has one tough pair.”
Relieved that the session would not end prematurely, the Director returned to her seat in front of Ned. Crossing her legs, she bent down and said softly, “I’m sorry about that, Mr. Blackman. I guess I don’t know my own strength.” As she spoke her foot flexed and her shoe popped off her heel.
Ned groaned as the Director skillfully dangled her pump from her toes.
Were it not for the impossible agony wringing his gut, Ned knew that the Director’s action would have immediately induced his penis to full erection. As it was, it only served to cause further distress, if that were possible.
“How long will you have to wait before you can safely kick him again?” the Director asked the admin.
“Let’s give it about ten minutes. Judging from his earlier response to your feet and shoes, I’d say it will speed his recovery if you keep doing that thing you’re doing.”
The Director glanced down. “I think you’re right. He can’t take his eyes off my dangling shoe.”
“I’ll go do a quick check of my e-mails,” the admin said. “He’ll be ready to take some more when I get back.”
“Sounds good,” the Director replied, as her shoe continued its enticing swing from her stocking-covered toes.
The room became quiet as Ned’s groans finally ceased. The Director sat patiently, watching Ned. His eyes never left her dangling pump.
And then – about ten minutes after the Director’s shoe had nearly destroyed Ned’s balls, a miracle occurred. Ned’s penis began to rise – slowly at first, but then a final surge sent it blooming once again into a full erection.
“Ah, I see you’re back, Mr. Blackman,” the Director noted. “The shoe giveth and the shoe taketh away… And now it has given life once again.”
The admin returned at that moment and immediately noted the change in Ned’s penis. “That has to be some kind of record,” she said in amazement.
“I’ve never seen any guy recover that fast from a kick that hard.”
“The female foot is a very powerful instrument,” the Director explained. She reached down and pulled her shoe back on. Ned sighed in disappointment.
“How far do you want to take this?” the admin asked. “Should I finish the job, or should I leave him intact?”
“Leave him intact,” the Director advised. “I’m beginning to like Mr. Blackman. I think I’d like to keep him on and it would be to our advantage to have him fully functional.”
The admin nodded. “I agree. If nothing else, he provides an amusing diversion.”
Without further delay, the admin got back to the business of kicking Ned Blackman’s balls.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
By now Ned was beyond rational thought. The pain in his belly was overwhelming. His breathing came in choking gasps as the admin’s shoe
repeatedly pounded his balls.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
The admin ignored Ned’s pathetic screams and simply went about her job.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
When it was over the admin had kicked Ned’s balls over 100 times. He hung limply in his bindings. His body twitched and spasmed, but his eyes stared blankly. He felt completely hollow inside. He was a broken man.
“Excellent work,” the Director complimented. “I don’t think Mr. Blackman will ever give us any trouble again.”
The admin beamed proudly. “I’ll call the company physician and have her look him over, but I’m confident his balls are only severely swollen and not ruptured. I’m sure he’ll need several days in the infirmary to recover, though.”
“No doubt,” the Director agreed, though she was somewhat distracted. The seed of a plan was already growing in her mind.
*****
Three weeks later Ned Blackman had physically recovered from his ordeal and had returned to work. Mentally, he was a different man. The barbaric manner in which he had been abused had turned him into a shell of a man. He arrived at his desk and performed his job like a robot. Whenever a woman walked by his cubicle he tensed in fear. The mere sight of a high-heeled shoe sent tremors of terror down his spine.
His worst experience occurred when the admin stopped by to see how he was doing. Ned cowered in his chair, clutching his hands protectively over his groin. It felt as though his testicles had retracted back inside his body.
“Please relax Mr. Blackman,” the admin soothed. “I can understand why you might be a bit reluctant to see me.”
Ned couldn’t move; the fear of this woman kicking his balls paralyzed him.
The admin continued, “The Director would like to see you in her office at 2:00 this afternoon.”
“No – no… I’ve behaved myself,” Ned protested in a squeaky voice. “Why?”
“Not to worry, Mr. Blackman. You haven’t done anything wrong. She just wants to go over a few normal work-related items.”
“Oh… oh, you’re sure?”
“Positive,” the admin assured him.
*****
Promptly at 2:00, Ned knocked on the HR Director’s office door.
“Please come on in,” he heard her voice call out in a pleasant manner.
Ned eased open the door and stepped inside. He carefully closed the door behind him. When he turned he saw the HR Director seated on top of her desk. Her skirt was hiked up well above her knees. Her right leg was crossed over the left, and the stiletto-heeled pump on her right foot dangled seductively from her nylon-covered toes.
Ned’s jaw dropped in surprise. His eyes immediately became riveted to the motion of her foot and dangling shoe.
The Director smiled and said in a husky voice, “Mr. Blackman, I am in need of a new office assistant. How would you like the job? I’ll double your present salary.”
“Wh-what would I have to do?” Ned stammered.
“What do you think?”
Ned hesitated for only a moment before he rushed to the Director and knelt at her feet. He immediately removed the dangling pump and took her toes deep into his mouth. The Director sighed as she savored the adoration provided by the broken man.
As Ned continued his abject worship of her foot, the Director lightly placed the sole of her other shoe on his groin. Ned flinched.
“Please continue, Mr. Blackman. I have no plans to cause your balls any pain… now.”
“Now?” Ned mumbled around the toes thrust so deeply into his mouth.
“Yes,” the Director confirmed. “Every working day you will take care of all the clerical work for my office and any other routine tasks. Each day will end with you tending to my feet in the manner such as you are right now. On the next to last work day of each month, if your work has been satisfactory, I shall reward you. I will masturbate your penis with my feet and allow you to ejaculate inside my shoe. The only drawback to that is that I will require you to lick out your mess. Are you willing to do that, Mr. Blackman?”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” he murmured around her toes. The thought of her feet rubbing his penis had induced an erection. Licking up his own cum was a small price to pay for the opportunity to have those wonderful feet bring him to orgasm.
“There is one more aspect of this job you may not find so desirable, Mr. Blackman,” the Director continued. “In exchange for your higher salary and your ‘reward’, on the last day of the month, one hour before quitting time, I require one more thing from you.”
Ned’s eyes arched up but he didn’t take her foot from his mouth. “Whas that?” he asked in a muffled voice.
“I want to kick your balls – hard – until you cry and beg me to cut them off to relieve the pain. Are you willing to do that for me, Mr. Blackman? Hmmm? Do we have a deal?”
Ned nodded furiously as he practically swallowed the Director’s foot and pressed her other foot to his groin. His penis erupted in a violent orgasm.
The Director allowed him to finish before saying, “Thank you Mr. Blackman. I take that not only as definite yes, but also as your most humble compliment. One problem though…” She paused as Ned looked up at her, her foot still in his mouth, “I didn’t give you permission to do that, did I?”
“Mmmm… n-no, ma’am.”
“Do you think I should overlook your little indiscretion?”
“No ma’am.”
“And how do you think you should be punished for it?”
“You – you will have to kick me in the balls – right now.”
“Excellent, Mr. Blackman. You catch on quickly. Now, even as I am so enjoying your oral adoration of my foot, I must ask you to abandon your ministrations so you can assume the proper position for your kick. I’ll only do it once; you’ve been on the receiving end and you know what one of my kicks is capable of doing. But not to worry; at least too much. I will not kick you that hard. I only want to punish you, not disable. If you will now be so kind as to get yourself into position for me. This time I want you to spread your legs and lean over and put your hands on your knees.”
Ned got to his feet and did as she asked. He licked his lips and savored the taste of the Director’s feet on his tongue.
The Director moved into her spot behind him. She swung her foot in a gentle arc to gauge the distance. Then without further ceremony, she drew back her leg and sent her high-heeled foot crashing into Ned’s balls.
Because he was wearing his pants, the sound was more of a muffled thud rather than the sharp SPLAT of shoe leather against naked testicles. The effect was just as devastating. Ned let out an agonized groan and crumpled to the floor.
“That will be all for today, Mr. Blackman,” the Director said as she looked down at her devastated new assistant. “When you compose yourself you may be on your way. I’ll see you here in my office first thing tomorrow morning.”