Present your Balls - Wife

 Present your Balls, by Sheila

"Present you balls!", Susan said as soon as her husband Steve entered the front door. The words sent a shiver up his spine.

"Susan...I...I...have a good excuse.", he stammered.

"Present you balls!", she repeated louder.

"But...But..."

"BALLS OUT NOW!", she yelled.

Steve whimpered and started undressing as fast as he could. He untied his shoes and kicked them off and removed his socks as fast as possible and tossed them on the floor.

"Your balls, dear.", Susan said impatiently.

Rapidly, Steve unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down, stepped out of them and tossed them aside.

"Your balls aren't over here, Steve!", Susan said angrily.

Desperately, he yanked his underwear off and threw them with his pants. He started unbuttoning his shirt.

"BALLS, I SAID!"

Steve yelped in fear and tore his shirt off, ripping the buttons loose. He ran toward Susan, yanking his undershirt up and off as he did. He stood in front of her chair and "presented his balls". His legs were spread wide and he pushed his hips forward so that his male equipment was on a level with Susan's face and close enough to her so that she had easy access to it. His penis hung limply in front of her and his scrotum, with it's two vulnerable testicles, hung heavily within easy grabbing distance. Susan knew that poor Steve was terrified of what she could do to them. He was shaking in fear and his breathing was forced and heavy. How horrible it must be, she mused to herself, to have those two delicate and easily hurt appendages dangly between the legs.

She reached out and took hold of them, closing her hand, trapping them gently in her fist. Steve whimpered.

"You will answer my questions.", she said.

"Yes.", he agreed instantly.

"What is rule four?"

"Rule four...four is that I will ha...have dinner ready for you when you...you arrive home."

"That's right. But I'm a little confused, Steve. I can't seem to find my dinner. Where is it, dear?". she tightened her grip slightly, and Steve tensed.

"...I...I don't have it ready.", he said reluctantly.

"Oh, dear me. That's really serious, isn't it? That is unless you have a good excuse. You do have a good excuse, I hope." she squeezed a little harder. Steve moaned.

"Please...please...no harder. I do have a good excuse..."

"Oh, I was hoping you did.", Susan replied. "Please tell me what your good excuse is, Steve".

"The car broke down in the pass and the cell phone wouldn't work there, so I couldn't call. I...I got home as soon as I could, I swear."

Susan thought about it for a few seconds, still holding his testicles tightly.

"Yes", she replied at last. "That is a good excuse." She loosened her grip on his testicles but still held them threateningly. Steve exhaled with relief and relaxed.

"However, there is one other thing...", Susan said.

"...huh? ...what...what is that, Susan?", Steve stammered, frightened again.

"Well, gee, Steve what about rule nineteen?"

"Ru...Rule nineteen...?". Steve repeated. "Oh, no!", he said as he realized his mistake.

"What is rule nineteen, Steve?", she asked and once again thighted her grip on his testicles.

"Rule nineteen is that when you tell me to present my balls I will do so immediately and without any protest or back talk", Steve said.

"Well, there's the problem, isn't it?", Susan said, squeezing harder, as Steve moaned with the increased pressure.

"I had to tell you six times to present your balls, Steve. You know that makes me angry!" She squeezed harder.

He gasped, his face screwed up in pain." ...please...please... no harder...let go, please, Susan..."

She held her grip firmly, watching him suffer in agony.

"Why should I let you go? Why shouldn't I squeeze these balls harder? A lot harder? You gave me back talk and failed to follow one of my rules!"

"Please, please, please... I can't stand it..."

"You know that makes me really angry, but you did it anyway!" She squeezed harder.

"AAAAGGHHH..."

She maintained the pressure on his testicles for a few more seconds. Steve's head was thrown back. His face was red and his eyes were shut.

"Ball kicking position!", Susan ordered. She squeezed his testicles a fast and hard as possible before releasing them. Steve collapsed to the floor, curled up in the fetal position, holding his testicles and writhing with the agony of her attack on them.

"That's not the ball kicking position, Steve. You're not going to add to your punishment, aren´t you?" Immediately Steve started slowly assuming the ball kicking position. It took him about thirty seconds but Susan knew he couldn't move any faster.

When he was finally lying on his back with his legs widely spread and his hands at his side, Susan said: "I had to tell you six times to present your balls. The last time don't count because that's when you finally obeyed, so that's only five kicks to the balls."

She stepped between his wide spread legs, took careful aim on his swollen and bruised scrotum and kicked.

"AHHHHHHHH!", Steve screamed.

"That's one!", Susan said.

She took aim again, swung her foot backwards and brought it forwards hard, kicking the scrotum right between the testicles.

Steve screamed again, this time writhing back and forth.

"Position!", Susan warned.

Steve reassumed the ball kicking position, moaning in pain.

"Okey that's two", Susan said.

Taking aim on the swolled, bruised ball sack, Susan stepped in with another kick, this time full force, and the toe of her hard leather shoe impacted once again right on target. She saw the testicles fly upwards from his body as she forced the scrotum upwards. As soon as her foot came away from his maleness, the scrotum fell back to Steve's body.

"That's three!"

Steve's hands flew to his groin. He screamed and involuntarily rolled over onto his stomach protectively.

"Position!", Susan said, warning him again.

Steve slowly came up on his hands and knees, preparing to turn over and lay down for the next kick. Susan saw his testicles dangling heavily and unprotected between his buttocks. They were swaying and bouncing around with his movements and she couldn't resist the temptation.

She kicked them as hard as she could!

"FOUR!!!", she yelled

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH...", Steve screamed and collapsed straight down onto the floor again.

She watched him for several seconds, moaning in pain and laying on his stomach.

"Only one more to go." she said. " Assume the postion."

Steve didn't move. He moaned, all the energy was gone.

"I...can't move...", he gasped. "Please, Susan..."

"Okay. I understand.", Susan said. "It's hard for a male to move after what you've been through. I'll give you sixty seconds to assume the ball kicking position. If you aren't ready by then, we'll start all over from number one."

Steve knew that she meant it. Slowly, and painfully, and in complete agony he arranged himself into the ball kicking position. He made it within the time limit to his great relief.

"Now for number five", Susan said. She backed off a few feet. She studied the exact location of Steve's tortured scrotum. Sizing the angle of attack carefully and to Steve's complete surprise she jumped up in the air, toward him. Her right foot slammed down right on his ball sack, the hard heel of her shoe hitting dead center between the testicles. She saw them bulge out from the heel, one on each side of it. She was elated at the execution, timing, and aim of her maneuver.

As for Steve, he gasped and sprang up to a sitting position instantly, like a jack-in-the box. His eyes were opened wide and bulging, staring straight ahead in shock and unbelief.

"That's five." Susan said and stepped off of him.

Steve collapsed unconscious to the floor.

An hour later, Steve was doing his house work, in compliance with rule number eight. He was naked. He could not move very fast with his swollen testicles painfully torturing him with his every slightest movement. He was going to get his house work done, though. Oh, yes. Susan had told him that he had better get it all done by his bed time. And she had shown him the testicle clamp she always kept handy.

The end