Hi. My name is Diana. I am 12 years old, in the 7^th grade, and there are three things I love most. They are my mom, my girlfriends, and hurting boys. Mom says that I am precocious. If that means I have big tits for my age, and love it when she, and I sleep, together, and make love with each other. Then I guess she is right. Mom also taught me all about boys, and how much fun it is to hurt them. I don’t think that there is a girl in my class I haven’t kissed, or a boy whose balls I haven’t kicked. My teacher in school is Miss. Helen Cutter. I have seduced, and made her one of my lovers. Whenever a boy is bad in class she keeps him after school, and lets me kick him in the balls a few times as his punishment then when he is gone we make love. School can be so much fun since the boys are always bad.

I remember when I was 8 years old, and mom showed me the special games she plays with men. Mom took me for a ride outside the city. When she parked the car we went for a walk in the woods. Then I saw the cabin for the first time. Mom unlocked the door, and we went inside. There was a man there he was naked, blindfolded, and his wrists were tied over his head to a beam, his legs were spread wide apart with his ankles tied to rings in the floor. Mom walked over to him, and kicked him in his balls. I was too small for my foot to reach his balls, so mom told me to punch them as hard as I could. When I punched his balls and heard him scream in pain it felt so good. You see Diana, mom told me that is the real power of a woman. The power to hurt a man where he feels it the most. The power to destroy a man through his manhood.

Mom took off all her clothes, and undressed me. Then she went over to a wall where there were various whips, paddles, crops, and cane switches hanging. She selected two short whips, and gave me one. Mom went over to him, and started to whip his cock and balls. She called me over, and told me to whip him the same way. I swung the whip as hard as I could. After giving him a few strokes mom asked me if I was having fun. Oh yes mom, this is so much fun I replied. There will be more fun things later Diana, mom said. I noticed that the more we hit him the bigger, and harder his cock was getting. That is the way a man tell you that he is having fun too Diana, mom told me. He was screaming in pain, but mom told me that his screams were only part of the game to make us enjoy hitting him more. Remember Diana, a man’s tongue always lies, but his cock always tells the truth.

Mom then went to a side table, and came back with a bunch of long needles with wooden handles. She shoved a couple of the needles through his cock, then she handed me a needle to push through his cock. Isn’t this fun, she said to me. Yes mom, I replied. I took another needle, and pushed it through his cock. Good girl Diana, mom said it is never too early for a girl to learn how to treat men. Let me show you another place to put the needles dear, she said. Then she took one of the needles and pushed it through one of his balls. He screamed when the needle went into his ball. Isn’t it lots of fun making him scream, mom asked. Oh yes mom, I replied so much fun. I took the last needle, and pushed it through his other ball. Very well done, I am proud of my little girl, mom said. Then she started laughing. He did look funny with all the needles stuck through his cock and balls so I started to laugh also.

Now for some real fun, mom said. She pulled out all the needles. Blood was dripping from all the needle holes. Then she rubbed salt all over his cock and balls. He screamed, and screamed, even louder than before. Mom then went to the side table. And came back with a pair of vice grip pliers. Watch this Diana, she said. Then she placed the pliers on one of his balls and squeezed until it was crushed with a popping sound. She handed me the pliers, and told me to do the other ball. I squeezed with all my strength. It felt gushy, and then there was the popping noise as the ball exploded. This is so much fun mom, I said can we do it some more. Not with this man Diana, she answered. I will get you some more men to play with she promised. He had stopped screaming. Now all he was doing was whimpering, and moaning.

Mom took me into the next room where there was a bed. I saw that there was something dripping down her legs. She lay on the bed, and spread her legs. Kiss me here, she said pointing between her legs. I kissed her, and tasted her love juices for the first time. They tasted so good. That was when she taught me how to love a woman. Under her direction I licked, kissed, and sucked on her pussy. Her body bucked, and heaved. She moaned, and gasped. Finally she trembled all over as she reached her climax. When she was done she had me lay on my back, and she rubbed, and kissed me between my legs. It felt so good, even though I was still too young to climax. That was the day a very special bond was forged between mom and me. A bond of double love. The love of mother and daughter, and the love between two lovers.

We went back to the other room. He was still moaning, and whimpering. Mom gave him a shot of something that made him go to sleep. Then she untied him, and dragged him to the car. She put him in the trunk, and we drove to a different town from the one we live in. She pulled into an alley, took him out of the trunk, and left him laying naked in the alley as we drove home. That was my first castration with mom, but it would not be my last. The one we did after him, well those are other stories, and perhaps I will tell them to you someday.