I Asked My Best Friend to Let Me Punish Him

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

At school everything seemed to revolve around the same thing. The boys drew cocks on bathroom doors, in the margins of 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 fall onto a railing. I remember an afternoon at a classmate’s house, all of us piled up in front of the TV. In the movie, a guy fell ass-first onto a pipe and crushed his crotch. The others roared with laughter. I didn’t laugh. It stirred something else in me, something hot and silent I couldn’t have named then.

I used to wonder how it was possible for a hit there to be universally funny when I hadn’t even seen one up close. I wanted to know what it was like to touch them, how they would feel in my hand, what would happen if I squeezed them, if I made them tremble, if I brought them to the edge of something I didn’t know. The idea got under my skin and never left.

There was a girl in my class, Lucía, quiet and incredibly diligent, the last person anyone would have suspected. One afternoon she was sitting on a high tier in the auditorium, swinging her feet, and a classmate walked right underneath her. I saw her judge the distance with the slightest smile and land a perfect kick. The boy doubled over and everyone laughed, her first of all. I didn’t find it funny. 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 light tap now and then, never anything real. But the idea was still there, waiting.

***

My best friend was named Bruno. We were together at every hour, laughing at any little thing. I knew he liked me; I could tell by the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t the prettiest girl at university, but I had my assets: good curves, a cleavage I knew how to use, and the habit of getting my way.

By chance I ran into Diego again, an old school acquaintance. He was exactly the same as he’d been as a kid, only taller and more full of himself. One afternoon, just to be funny in front of everyone, 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 pay him back.

On the way out I saw him chatting with 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 asphalt, folded over with a sharp groan, and clutched his crotch. The girl with him looked frightened, but I caught the hint of a smile slipping onto her face. I turned and walked away without saying another word, my heart pounding.

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

—I saw everything. You went too far, you left him sprawled on the ground —he said between bursts of laughter.

—He deserved it. He’d been bothering me all afternoon.

—You took away his chance at descendants, 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.

—True, you don’t. But it’d be fun, don’t you think?

—For you, maybe. Diego didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.

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

—You’re crazy. Never.

—Come on, just one… —I put on my best sad face.

—Not even with your kitten eyes.

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

—I’d get even if you did.

—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 a deal. 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.

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 doing it?

—Will you do it more gently than with Diego?

—Of course I will.

—Hmm. Okay. Let’s 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, with a pillow over his face to block the light. I let him rest for a while while I pretended to look at the screen.

I moved closer little by little. He was wearing shorts, and his crotch was completely exposed. I couldn’t help myself: I punched him, not too hard, right there. I felt his soft balls against my knuckles, and the sensation shot through my whole body. They were so soft. Bruno leapt 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? Are you going to give me 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 afterward, okay?

—I swear.

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

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

He was breathing hard, as though still 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 current of power I had never felt before. I drew my leg back and landed the kick I had been imagining for years.

I felt something bounce inside him through the fabric. Bruno collapsed onto the floor with his hands between his legs, curled up, letting out a broken gasp. 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 wounded little animal.

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

—No. It hurt a lot.

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

—I guess so.

—You guess? Want another one? —I threatened him, laughing.

—Okay, yes, it was worth it. I don’t think I could take another.

He lay back and I settled his head on my thighs, playing with his hair. He was still breathing carefully, still sensitive, and I found myself looking at him with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

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

—Yeah. I want another kiss.

—With another kick included?

—I don’t think I could 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?

—Yeah.

—Even though I like kicking you?

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

Something moved 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.

—Okay. I’ll do as you say.

I kissed him again to seal the deal, and I felt him surrender. 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 dad’s coming home late today. Let’s put on a movie —I said, handing him the remote—. Pick something scary.

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

—I want you to take your clothes off.

—The shirt and pants?

—All of them.

—I’m not sure that’s a good idea.

—You said you’d obey. If you don’t, I’m not kissing 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 to get naked so we can watch the movie.

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

—What? 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 a little compassion.

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

He closed them. I kissed him again, hotter each time, while my hands slid down his waist to his underwear. I felt him tense when he understood what I was doing, but I kept going, pulling them down his legs until they fell to the floor. I broke my lips away to take a look. He covered himself with one hand and bent down to pick them up, but I planted my foot on top of them to stop him. He looked up at me like a frightened puppy. I kicked them away and sent them 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 toward me in small steps, covering himself shyly, and that made me want him even more. When I had him in front of me, I pulled his hands away without resistance. At last I saw him: the sparse hair, the cock the kiss had half-awakened, and below that, those testicles I’d wanted to know for my whole life. I held his wrists as I looked at him. He was a complete bundle of nerves.

—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 position himself behind me. We covered ourselves with the sheet. The movie kept playing, but neither of us was really watching it.

—Hug me —I asked him.

He hugged me at once. It felt incredible, though I could tell he was a little distant. I pulled his arms closer to me and, as I leaned back, I felt something hard against my buttocks.

—What’s that? —I asked.

—Sorry…

—Is that your cock?

—Yes… —he whispered.

I reached back and grabbed it. Bruno hugged me tighter the moment he felt it. It was like holding a tube of hot flesh between my fingers: hard, throbbing, and at the same time with the softest skin. I loved it, though it still felt strange, so I let it go after a few seconds. I turned my head for a moment: he was red as a tomato, and a laugh slipped out of me.

—Relax, it’s okay. Keep hugging me.

I leaned back again. I felt his member pressing between my thighs, brushing my skin through my skirt, looking for a place, pushing against me with desperate clumsiness. It was a delicious sensation I never wanted to end. He barely moved, but I knew he was enjoying it as much as I was.

Little by little I lowered my hand to his legs and left it there. Then I kept going downward, very slowly, listening to him breathe deeper behind me. At last I reached my goal. I caught one of his testicles 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, swinging them between my fingers, curling my hand gently as if claiming something that was now mine.

Suddenly, a scare in the movie made me jump.

—Ah! —Bruno complained.

Without meaning to, I had squeezed hard.

—Oops, sorry, you startled me —I said, easing the pressure.

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

I stayed like that for a long while, playing with him, squeezing and releasing him slowly, feeling how he reacted beneath my fingers, how his stomach tensed with every shiver. Most of the tension had already 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 rubbing against my crotch over our clothes. I started moving my hips to intensify the friction and he answered in kind. We were both gasping as we kissed, hungrier and hungrier, closer and closer.

I lowered my hand, took him, and started using him to rub myself. He seemed to go crazy. I had never done anything like that, but everything seemed to happen on its own. I pulled away a little and started stroking him, slow at first, then faster, feeling him become fully hard in my hand. I had only seen something like it in a video, 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.

—Lorena… —he groaned, and the sound shook me deep inside.

I yanked the sheet away to see him in full. Bruno had lost all his shyness, lying on his back, completely at my mercy. Seeing him naked and surrendered turned me on like nothing else. His chest was rising and falling fast, his hard cock pointing upward, shining under the dim light from the screen. He looked so sensitive, so ready, that I wanted to squeeze him dry.

—Hey… wait —he whispered.

—What? —I didn’t stop.

I felt something warm spill onto my hand, and then a second streak across his abdomen. Bruno put his hand over mine to stop me. I slowed down until I stopped, not wanting to let him go yet, feeling him lose his stiffness second by second while his breathing came apart in little moans. At last I let him go and grabbed a towel from the floor to clean us both up. He was still trembling a little, still sensitive, and I kept staring at him, surprised by how easy it had been to get him there and by how much I had liked it.

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, sweet 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 this was only the beginning.