As I took my position I thought about all that had transpired leading up to this.
It started so innocently.
An asshole flamed Ms Norma Jean on her Yahoo Group. Well being the Southern Gentlemen that I am, I could not stand by and allow that to go unanswered! My reply was in true Southern form, and then I apologized to the Mistress for his total lack of Manors..and accused him of being a Yankee.
It was this last part that started it all.
You see Norma Jean is from New York...I did not know this or I would have never made the sentence. I only assumed such a genteel and lovely lady could be from the Deep South.
Well after several more emails apologizing to her for MY poor manors...She mentioned her desire to extract her pride on my back side. I read and re-read her email and concluded that she was, in reality challenging me to a Southern Duel. Her honor was at stake, and as a Southern Gentleman I should realize her wrath and give back to her, Her Pride.
Well, little more needed to be said! However, I am a man, and she a Genteel Lady. How possibly could she retake her pride? Then it struck me, to pit her "inferior" female boxing talents against my true manly genitals! She jumped at the chance, confident that she could easily restore her Pride. I felt it important for her, a Yankee, to truly understand the differences between the South and North. That the war fought so long ago has never truly ended in victory or defeat. That so long as I have breadth in my lungs I will uphold all the good things the South stood for, and that there was no way she could get me to admit defeat.
It was this last part I think I will suffer for the most. You see I made those sentences before I saw this extremely fit, rather muscular woman! She stands before me wearing an all white cotton antique corset, her large breasts and aroused nipples clearly visible through the fabric, on her lower half she wore white cotton bloomers. It was if she had just removed her hoop skirt ball gown!
She is clearly far more muscular than I anticipated, her bicep's, though small, where clearly defined almost chiseled, as were all the other muscles I could see. It was obvious this woman spends lots of time at the gym!
So here I am. Standing before her, my legs spread, my testicles properly bound for a proper beating. My arms tied securely behind my back to prevent me attempting to block any of her hits. My cock rock hard and tied, erect, to my stomach which thrusts my dangling large testicles forward for her. I realized I completely underestimated Norma Jean...a mistake I would pay for dearly.
"You ready, boy?" She asked in an extremely New York accent.
"Madam, " I began in my best Southern Drawl. I did not get the next word out before she hammered my testicles with her right fist.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh! Good hit!" I gasped.
"Plenty more where that came from, Johnny reb!!" She responded. "I'm just getting warmed up!" She shrugged each shoulder in turn stretching the muscles and cocked her head accordingly. I distinctly heard her neck bones crack as she stretched. It was then that I truly felt fear.
"Your just not at the right height!" She said, realizing that to really deliver the hits she wanted to She would have to kneel before me. "I know!" She then brought two kitchen chairs into the room and ordered me to stand on them. This put my testicles at the perfect height!
"But Mistress? I'll fall." I pointed out. Realizing how unstable this situation was.
She then retrieved a rope from the dungeon and tied it off to my rib cage around my arm pits, then secured it to several large hooks in the ceiling.
"That should hold you! Let's get this started!" She said with a sadistic gleam in her eye.
She reached out and pulled my balls down in the sack massaging the sack skin to stretch it out. "The more the testicles can bounce around the more painful it will be." she informed me.
"Yes Ma'am, thank you, you are truly a Southern Belle!"
"Here's how I'm going to run this. You'll get 20 hits in a row, each one more painful than its predecessor, then you will get a 2 to 3 minute break, followed by another round. The only way I will stop will be through you conceding the South Truly LOST the war!"
