Ball Busting and CBT --- I uncrossed my arms and put my hands on my hips. "Now," I began, "You wrote a post dated check. It's dated a week from now. How many days are in a week, paul?" "Seven." He answered. "Yes, and now many hours are in a week, paul?" It took him a while to process the question, and then the answer. "One hundred and fifty.... four? Mistress?" I didn't care what his answer was so long as the answer was over one hundred. One hundred anything - kicks to the nuts, slaps to the head,.... I didn't even bother correcting his answer. The math might have confused him (7x24=168 hours ...

Ball Busting and CBT --- I uncrossed my arms and put my hands on my hips. "Now," I began, "You wrote a post dated check. It's dated a week from now. How many days are in a week, paul?" "Seven." He answered. "Yes, and now many hours are in a week, paul?" It took him a while to process the question, and then the answer. "One hundred and fifty.... four? Mistress?" I didn't care what his answer was so long as the answer was over one hundred. One hundred anything - kicks to the nuts, slaps to the head,.... I didn't even bother correcting his answer. The math might have confused him (7x24=168 hours in a wk).

"So, paul," I said with a slight smile, "One hundred and fifty four... what? Go ahead, paul, pick your punishment." He wiggled and squirmed uncomfortably. It was clear he was scared to answer the question, but he gave it a try anyway. "Smacks, Mistress?" I laughed at him and then suddenly busted him in the nuts with my right foot. He grunted loud and tried to curl over but due to the restraints, couldn't. "One hundred and fifty four kicks to your nuts." I continued kneeing, kicking, and punching him in the nuts throughout much of the evening.....