I Asked My Best Friend to Let Me Punish Him

I’ve had a strange fixation for as long as I can remember. It started as simple curiosity, the kind every girl feels when she wonders what guys have down there. Most people get over it with a couple of biology classes and a boring diagram on the board. That didn’t work for me. My curiosity stuck to me and, over the years, turned into something else.

At school everything seemed to revolve around the same thing. The boys drew penises on bathroom doors, in the margins of their notebooks, on desks. They hit each other there to make everyone laugh, and the comedies we watched were full of men doubled over in pain after a bad step onto a railing. I remember one afternoon at a classmate’s house, all of us crowded in front of the TV. In the movie, a guy fell seated onto a tube and smashed his crotch. The others burst out laughing. I didn’t. Something else hit me instead, something hot and silent that I couldn’t name then.

I wondered how it was possible for a blow there to be universally funny when I hadn’t even seen one up close. I wanted to know what they’d feel like in my hand. What would happen if I squeezed them. What I would feel while doing it.

There was a girl in my class, Lucía, quiet and studious, the last person anyone would have suspected. One afternoon she was sitting on a high bleacher in the auditorium, swinging her feet, and a classmate walked right underneath her. I saw her calculate the distance with a tiny smile and land a perfect kick. The boy doubled over and everyone laughed, her first of all. I didn’t laugh. It left me thinking for weeks about how someone so serious could humiliate a boy just for fun, and how much I would have liked to be in her place.

I grew up, and the obsession grew with me. As an adult I still joked around with my friends, a gentle tap now and then, never for real. But the idea was still there, waiting.

***

My best friend was named Bruno. We were together all the time, laughing at any little thing. I knew he liked me; I could tell by the way he looked at me when he thought I wouldn’t notice. I wasn’t the prettiest girl in college, but I had my assets: good curves, a neckline I knew how to use, and a habit of getting my own way.

By chance I crossed paths again with Diego, an old school acquaintance. He was the same as when he was a kid, only taller and more full of himself. One afternoon, to be funny in front of the others, he spent the whole class throwing paper balls at me. I didn’t react. I let him do it. I already knew how I was going to get even.

When class ended, I saw him talking to a girl as he walked, clearly trying to flirt. I didn’t care. I quickened my pace until I caught up with them, planted myself in front of him, and said:

—This is for the paper balls.

I kicked him with all my strength. Diego fell to his knees on the pavement. The girl with him looked shocked, but I caught a smile slipping onto her face. I turned around and walked away without saying anything else, my heart racing.

Bruno caught up with me half a block later, laughing his head off.

—I saw everything. You went too far, you left him lying on the ground —he said between laughs.

—He had it coming. He spent all afternoon bothering me.

—You left him with no heirs, poor guy.

—I don’t think the world needs any more Diegos —that made him laugh even harder.

—Probably not.

—Careful, it doesn’t need any more Brunos either —I said, winking at him.

—Hey, I don’t deserve a kick like that.

—You really don’t. But it would be fun, don’t you think?

—For you, maybe. Diego didn’t seem to be having a good time.

—Would you let me give you one sometime? —I blurted out, as if it were nothing.

—You’re crazy. Never.

—Oh, come on, just one… —I put on my best pitiful face.

—Not even with those little cat eyes of yours.

—Fine, then I’m not asking. I’m just going to give you one.

—I’d get even if you did.

—It wouldn’t matter, because I’d already have what I want.

—Do you really want to? Why?

—I don’t know. I’d like to kick you for fun, that’s all.

—You’re weird.

—Maybe. I’ll make you an offer. You’ve never kissed anyone. If you let me, I’ll give you a kiss. What do you say?

—Who says I’ve never kissed anyone?

—I do. I’ve known you for years, I know it.

Bruno fell silent, weighing it up. I could tell the plan was working. I wanted, once in my life, to see what had obsessed me for so long.

—So? Are you coming over to my place and we do it?

—Will you do it more gently than you did with Diego?

—Of course.

—Mmm. All right. We’ll see what happens.

***

I lived alone with my father, and at that hour he was at work, so nobody would bother us. We went up to my room. I put music on the computer and Bruno lay down on my bed, a pillow over his face to block the light. I let him rest for a bit while I pretended to look at the screen.

I moved closer and closer. He was wearing shorts and his crotch was completely exposed. I couldn’t help myself: I threw a punch, not too hard, right there. I felt his soft balls against my knuckles, and the sensation ran through me. They were so soft. Bruno jumped off the bed, covering himself with his hands.

—Ah! You’re crazy, why did you do that?

—Sorry, I couldn’t resist.

—That hurt, idiot.

—Sorry —I couldn’t stop laughing.

—So what now? Do I get the kiss?

—No, that one doesn’t count. That was on my own.

—I knew you were lying. I’m leaving.

—No, wait. It doesn’t count because I don’t want it to be like that. Let me give you a real one and I swear I’ll kiss you after.

—You’re lying.

—Fine. I’ll give you the kiss first. But swear you’ll let me hit you after, okay?

—I swear.

I knew Bruno always kept his word. I sat beside him on the bed and leaned in toward his lips. Even though he was my best friend, kissing him was a delight. I would have done it even without a reward. His lips were soft and the kiss lasted longer than either of us expected.

—Now kneel down and spread your legs a little —I told him.

He was breathing deeply, like he was in a trance from the kiss. He didn’t resist. He knelt in front of me and seeing him like that, waiting for his punishment, made me feel something new, a rush of power I had never felt before. I drew my leg back and kicked him the blow I’d been imagining for years.

I felt something rebound inside him through the fabric. Bruno collapsed on the floor with his hands between his legs, curled in on himself. Seeing him sprawled there left me breathless. I felt strange, powerful and, at the same time, guilty. I knelt beside him and stroked his hair like a little wounded animal.

—You were very brave. Thank you for letting me. Are you okay?

—No. It hurt a lot.

—Wasn’t the kiss worth it? —I asked teasingly.

—I guess so.

—You guess? Do you want another one? —I threatened him, laughing.

—Okay, yes, it was worth it. I don’t think I can handle another one.

He lay on his back and I settled his head on my lap, playing with his hair.

—At least we both experienced something interesting today, right?

—Yeah. I want another kiss.

—With another kick included?

—I don’t think I can take it.

—What a shame. I would have given you a much better kiss.

—You’re really mean.

—I know —I said, smiling.

—I still like you, though.

—Are you serious?

—Yes.

—Even though I like kicking you?

—That’s new and really weird, but I still like you.

Something stirred inside me when I heard that. I had always found him sweet, and we’d been good friends for years. The fact that he still liked me after that made me start liking him.

—I want you to be mine, Bruno.

—Your boyfriend?

—Something like that. But I want you to always do what I ask.

—Will you kiss me every now and then?

—Yes, whenever you obey.

—All right. I’ll do as you say.

I kissed him again to seal the deal, and I felt him surrender himself to me. I could do whatever I wanted with him. And the first thing I wanted was the usual: to see him completely, with nothing hidden.

***

—My father’s coming home late today. Let’s put on a movie —I said, handing him the remote—. Find something scary.

While he searched, I made the bed. When the movie started and Bruno went to lie down beside me, I gave my next order.

—I want you to take off your clothes.

—The shirt and pants?

—All of it.

—I don’t know if that’s a good idea.

—You said you’d obey. If you don’t, I won’t kiss you again.

—It’s just that I’ve never done it… —I assumed he meant he was a virgin, just like me.

—I didn’t say we were going to do anything. I just want you naked while we watch the movie.

He took off his shoes, then his shirt, then his pants. When he got to the last garment, he stopped. I watched him fascinated: his slim body, that smooth skin, that fragility. All of him seemed like mine.

—What’s wrong? I said all your clothes.

—I’m embarrassed to take off my underwear.

—I don’t care. Take it off right now.

—I can’t, Lorena… I’m really embarrassed —hearing him like that, I felt some pity.

—All right, come here. It’s okay —I got up and moved close to his lips—. Close your eyes.

He closed them. I kissed him again, hotter and hotter, while my hands slid down his waist to his underwear. I felt him tense when he realized what I was doing, but I kept going, sliding it down his legs until it fell to the floor. I broke the kiss to take a look. He covered himself with one hand and bent down to pick it up, but I planted my foot on it to stop him. He looked up at me from below like a frightened puppy. I kicked it away and sent it under the bed.

—Let me see —I ordered.

—I’m really embarrassed.

—You’re mine. I can look at you whenever I want. Come here.

He came closer in short steps, shyly covering himself, and that only made me want him more. When I had him in front of me, I pulled his hands away without any resistance. At last I saw it: the sparse hair, the penis that the kiss had half-awakened and, below that, the balls I’d wanted to get to know all my life. I held him by the wrists while I looked him over. He was terribly nervous.

—Let’s watch the movie —I said at last—. Turn off the light and lie down.

I lay down and he turned it off, climbing over me to get behind me. We covered ourselves with the sheet. The movie kept going, but neither of us was really watching it.

—Hold me —I asked.

He hugged me right away. It felt incredible, though I could feel he was a little far away. I pulled his arms to bring him closer and, as I leaned back, I felt something hard against my butt.

—What is that? —I asked.

—Sorry…

—Is that your penis?

—Yes… —he whispered.

I reached back and grabbed it. Bruno hugged me tightly when he felt it. It was like having a hot tube of flesh between my fingers: hard and, at the same time, with the smoothest skin. I loved it, though it still felt strange, so I let go after a few seconds. I turned slightly; he was red as a tomato, and a little laugh escaped me.

—Relax, it’s okay. Keep hugging me.

I leaned back again. I felt his cock pressing between my thighs, brushing my skin through my skirt. It was a delicious sensation I never wanted to end. He hardly moved, but I knew he was enjoying it just as much as I was.

Little by little I slid my hand down to his legs and left it there. Then I kept going down, very slowly, listening to his deep breaths behind me. At last I reached my goal. I trapped one of his balls between my fingertips and explored every corner, soft and warm, then the other, until I had both in my hand. Bruno was breathing faster and faster. It was a delight feeling them move, rocking them between my fingers, closing my fist gently as if claiming something that now belonged to me.

Suddenly, a scare in the movie made me jump.

—Ah! —Bruno complained.

Without meaning to, I’d squeezed hard.

—Oops, sorry, I got scared —I said, easing the pressure.

—I’m fine… —he answered, though I still didn’t let go.

I stayed like that for a good while, playing with him. Most of the tension had broken, but there was still something I wanted. I turned to look him in the eyes, those calm eyes. We kissed again, and this time I felt his cock brushing my crotch over my clothes. I started moving my hips to intensify the friction and he answered in kind. We were both gasping while we kissed.

I slid my hand down, took him, and started using him to rub myself. It seemed to drive him wild. I had never done anything like it, but everything came naturally. I pulled back a little and started jerking him off. I’d only seen it in a video or two, but it didn’t seem difficult. Having him like that, feeling that all his pleasure was at my mercy, that I could make him moan with a simple motion, was intoxicating.

I yanked the sheet away to see him fully. Bruno had lost all his shame, lying on his back, completely at my mercy. Seeing him naked and surrendered turned me on like nothing else.

—Hey… wait —he whispered.

—What? —I didn’t stop.

I felt something warm spill onto my hand, and then a second strand on his abdomen. Bruno put his hand over mine to stop me. I slowed down until I stopped, not wanting to let go yet, feeling him lose his hardness second by second. At last I released him and grabbed a towel from the floor to clean us up.

I lay back down, staring at the ceiling, processing what had just happened. Then Bruno turned toward me and hugged me, resting his head against my neck, tender as a puppy. I ran my hand over his back and we stayed like that, the movie murmuring in the background, both of us knowing that was only the beginning.