Lay Down the Law

Lauren takes a step closer to you, “Grandson, let’s get one thing very, very, straight…” suddenly a shock goes through your body and your knees buckle at the impact of your grandmother slapping her hand into your groin and wrapping her fingers around your balls.

“I don’t stand for complaining in this house. Never have, just ask your father.” She squeezes a little harder, making you buckle even more, “Especially if I’m going to be paying you. Now I want you to get back out there…” you feel her sharp, manicured nails digging into your sack “get yourself a rake” she pulls on your balls a little, “and get that yard cleaned up nicely. Understand?”

You nod frantically, wanting her to let you go, “Good. Now run along little boy, before I really have to be mean.” She gives you one last squeeze, then lets go. For an old woman, get grip is FIERCE. You take a few deep breaths and compose yourself, before quickly going back outside. Lauren has a big grin on her face as you go.