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Johnny began counting. He was facing Shannon, with this eyes closed, hands on his head, and legs slightly parted. This was the oddest punishment he had ever been subjected to, but if that's all he had to do, then he considered himself lucky.

Chelsea, too was confused, but then she saw Shannon adjust her stance and put her right leg back. She instantly recognized this position, it looked like she was readying for a long goal kick in soccer. "Five... six," counted Johnny, but before he reached seven, Shannon's leg released like a piston and landed directly between his legs. Johnny's eyes shot wide open. The look on his face was like nothing Chelsea had seen before, and it captivated her. In that one expression, Johnny expressed shock, pain, and terror, all producing a unique combination that was priceless. Chelsea was not the only who thought so. Every girl in the class watched Johnny's face intently, none more so then Shannon. For her, this was her reward. This was the fleeting high to which she constantly longed to return. The feeling of exhiliration that motivated her to excel at everything she did.

And just as suddenly as the moment came, it was gone, pierced by a high-pitched scream emanating from Johnny's mouth. As the shock faded, Johnny began to feel the true extent of his pain. He fell to the floor, consumed by the fire emanating from between his legs and engulfing his entire body. Still screaming at the top of his lungs, he was frantically grabbing at the bulge between his legs, he then began to writhe uncontrollably, as if he truly were on fire and was trying to put out the flames by rolling around the floor.

Again, Chelsea was absolutely amazed at the sight before her eyes. That feeling of exhiliration that had completely overcome her in that moment after impact now spread throughout her body like a warm blanket. Her body tingled with excitement and energy. Absolute thrill and utter contentment combined within her to produce a feeling that she had never before experienced. She would do anything to feel like this forever.

Johnny's spectacle lasted for many minutes more. The entire class was transfixed on the pain of this one boy. It was as if through his rolling, writhing, and screaming he were somehow trying to escape his body, but he couldn't. All he could do was cup the vulnerable two little orbs that, in return, were repaying him with utter torment.

Shannon was the first to giggle, following by some other girls. Like a contagion, the it spread and soon every girl in the room was bursting with laughter. Chelsea and Jody grabbed one another, trying to steady themselves as they were consumed by laughter. This lasted for several minutes more, and as the girls eventually began to calm down, and as Johnny stopped his writhing and just lay there silently, the feeling that had overtaken every girl in the room - that unknown quantity - began to dissipate and settle into a more calm feeling of contentment.

Madame, who had watched the whole spectacle with a feeling of great satisfaction, leaned down to Johnny and forcefully unzipped his pants. In no position to resist, she pulled them down to his knees, and then his boxers too. His legs spread open, he was on fully display to the class. She looked at his battered balls, felt them (causing Johny to flinch in pain), and then declared, "Well, they're both intact so you didn't pop one" she declared with a tone of disappointment, which was reciprocated by a groan from Shannon. "However, you did a good number on his poor little balls, Shannon. They're swollen to several times their normal size, and I daresay he will be in severe pain for several days to come." Shannon's face lit up, as did Chelsea's, Jody's, and every other girl's. "Shannon, you should be proud, having inaugurated Johnny into the reality that every male should experience in his lifetime." The boys all gulped with discomfort.