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Well now that my mom owned my balls to do with what she pleases, my balls were to be accessible all the time. Every morning I awoke with a quick slap to my balls from the back of her hand. She always insisted that I take a long hot shower everyday so my balls would hang lower. Well today was no different, as soon as I got out of the shower she was there. She gave me the choice of a kick, 2 knees, or 4 punches to my defenseless balls. This is always a tough choice for me and her balls. I decided to take the 2 knees. She looked at me and smiled. I opened my legs so she could knee my balls. I stood in front of my mom when WHAM, she kneed my balls. I fell against the wall. Then with out warning she kneed me again, and because my balls were so low they were smashed up against the wall behind me. I fell to the ground hold my brutalized balls. The only perk about today was that it was a school day and my balls get a chance to recover. As I made my way downstairs to the kitchen my mom told me to bring her high heel shoes. I was confused of what she had planned because I had to be at school in an hour. I cringed as I grabbed her high heels. I walked downstairs and gave my mom her high heels as she lightly slapped my balls. I let out a short cry in pain as she did that. She laughed and said that my balls still must be tender from the morning. I went over to my chair and sat down. She walked over to me and gave me my breakfast, the same as it has been scrambled eggs. As I ate I noticed the time and realized that I was running late. I got my books and headed off to the door. My mom stopped me and asked where I was going. I stood there confused. She said that I no longer go to my old school but that I will now be home schooled. I just stood there in shock. She asked me if I was happy to be spending more time with her. All I could do was mumble a yes. She took me into the family room where she had set up a class room. I sat down in the chair as she walked to the board. She had already written out a schedule for me. 9:00am – 10:00am: History 10:00am – 11:00am: English Noon – 12:30pm: Lunch 12:30pm – 1:30pm: Math 1:30pm – 2:30pm: Science I was still confused as what was going on, but I was quickly punished for not paying attention by having a parachute attached to my balls. She told me that today’s punishments for mistakes will be 1 pound weight added to my parachute. We quickly got started in history, my worst subject. We were talking about the Amazon women and how they were an all women society. After a lecture she gave me a 10 question quiz, I only got 4 correct, so 6 pounds were added to my balls. At first it was not that bad but then I realized that I had to where this for the rest of the day. In English class she talked about how to properly correct grammar and common mistakes. Once again she gave me a quiz at the end of the class. Thankfully I am good at English, and only got one wrong answer. So another pound was added to my balls. During lunch I was not allowed to take off the weight from my balls. My mom would often try to hit the weight to keep it tugging on my balls. After lunch my balls were really starting to hurt, I was having trouble paying attention to my mom. During my math class I was unable to follower her because of the pain in my balls. At the end of the class she gave a me another quiz, I thought to my self well it is only 10 questions I will probably get at least half right. When I got the paper it was 20 questions long, I knew then that she had set me up so that I would be in pain and not able to concentrate. Well I only got 11 correct so another 9 pounds were added to my balls, making the total, 16 pounds. I was crying in pain during the science class, all I could remember was my mom hitting the weights to get my attention. After it all she gave me another quiz, this one with only 10 questions, I got 6 correct, so 4 more pounds were added. I stood there with 20 pounds attached to my balls as she said class dismissed. I was relieved, I thought to my self, finally the weight will be taken off. She came over to me and released the weight from my balls which were now hanging about an inch and half lower. She told me to go to the bathroom to clean up. When I was in the bathroom I was amazed that my balls were still hanging that low. When I came out of the bathroom, my mom was waiting at the door for me and asked how they were hanging after along day of school. I said ok, but she needed to check for her self. She grabbed my balls and began to roll them around in the palm of her hand. After she gave the all ok, she told me that it was time for the normal ball busting session to begin. I knew that may balls were going to be sore for a long time. |