The Proposition

“That is what I like to hear”, you lean back on your desk. “So, you have probably heard rumors about me, right? They’ve been circulating the school for a while. That I’m a, bit of a ‘ball buster’. Have you heard that?” He looks at you and nods, “Yeah”.

“Well when they say that, they’re right. But not in the colloquial sense, that I’m a hard-ass that’s strict. It’s literally. I like to hit guys in their testicles. Watch them squirm and writhe.” The student gets uncomfortable and squirms a little, “It’s great fun, but it’s so hard to find willing males. That’s where you come in.”

You hop off your desk, your skirt stuck up around your thighs and your breasts jiggling as you hit the ground from your shallow hop. “If you agree to let me do whatever I please to your... little berries, then I will fix your grade. If you do well, you’ll be promoted to a B-. If you do VERY well, you’ll get an A. How does that sound?”

The student clutches his hands and squirms a little bit, considering the offer. “Well... I don’t know. I’ve... actually never been hit in, my balls, before.” Your eyes light up a bit_ “Oh, even better!” _You think to yourself. “Hahaha, don’t worry. I’ve busted many balls in my day. None of them died, and they all walked, or crawled, away with both of them still in the sack.”

He thinks for another minute, looking down at his feet, then giving you a quick up and down look. “Okay! Okay fine... I’ll do it.” You smile wide, and give the boy a big hug, purposefully pushing his face into your breasts. “Excellent. I’ve been needing this stress relief, lately. Alright, so...”