Miss Byrne placed one foot on my genitals without force, using her toes to caress my c**k. I was amazed at this apparent show of relative tenderness and wondered how long it might last. As she looked down at me her expression suggested disdain, almost contempt, and I was almost certain pain would follow.
And sure enough, after teasing my c**k for a period, she stepped on my balls and rocked back and forward and side to side with all her weight pressing there and struggling to keep her balance.
“Not a squeal from you,” she said.
“No, Miss Byrne,” I managed to say.
Now that the teacher was not wearing her boots the sensations in my balls were quite different, painful, but it was good to have our flesh in close contact, so the feelings were stimulating as well. Miss Byrne walked up and d
