Scissors

You try a third time. She picks rock. Her face is beaming. She is smiling wide and maniacally laughing. You lose your breath.

"Get on all fours" she motions to the ground. You kneel and take a moment before resting your palms on the floor. She walks behind you and begins to line up for a kick to your nuts.

"Spread 'em!" she demands. You shiver and shake your head. "Now!" She throws a fake kick, nearly hitting your balls. You quickly spread your knees and the very instant you do, she kicks you with all of her might square in the balls. You scream a silent scream, and after a half minute you gasp for breath and continue screaming. Your scream gains volume as the air exits your lungs. You grasp your stomach and fall to your side in a fetal position. You sob and rock back and forth.

"Oh, good boy." she pats you on the hip, sucking her lips. "You did a good job." she tries to make eye contact with you. She grabs your face and forces you to look at her. "Are you ready for the next round?" She smiles an exaggerated smile. She blows you a kiss and pulls down her shirt enough to show her areola. She winks at you and sticks out her tongue.