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In Russia people visiting the baths always go to the steam room, it's like a sauna but more steamy, and there everybody whips their body with a bunch of birch twigs. It's a kind of massage. In the men baths I noticed that while whipping the front part of the body men always covered their groin with a hand, protecting their balls, while women whipped themselves without any protection. So Mom took me and sister to the steam room. All women around were whipping each other with their brunches. I gave mine to my sister and said: "Whip my back," and in a minute: "Now whip my pussy," Sister smiled: "You silly, you don't have a pussy, you have balls and if I hit them they will ache a lot. "No matter, just whip my front." "Okay," and she raised her hand with the brunch and then slapped it against my groin. A score of twigs whipped my little balls, sharply hitting all the nerve endings of my vulnerable gonads. The pain was awful, I screamed, grabbed my nuts and suddenly slipped on the wet floor. Trying to get my ballance I took my hands off the groin and oh, hit my balls against the corner of a wooden bench. The pain multiplied and in such a heat I just passed out. I came to my senses lying on a bench in a shower room. All women surrounded me, Mom pouring cold water over my balls. They ached like hell. I clutched them trying to calm the pain down. The girls around were giggling. One of them clutched her groin, grimaced and cried out:"Oh my balls, my balls." The others burst in laughter. I stared at their pussied and envied. My balls hurting, I craved to have a pussy. I didn't want to be a boy. I reached my hand out and touched Mommy's pussy. The feeling was wonderful. I wished I could touch myself between my legs and feel a pussy down there. But the balls were still aching the same.
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