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I love getting boys where it counts
Love getting boys where it counts. I love the sight of them writhing in pain, their little faces full of fear and anguish! Once my brother said girls aren't good swimmers, we dealt with this sexism by dragging him away, with one of my sisters holding him up, arms on his head, legs spread whilst my sister and I gave his ol nuts a good seeing to. Kick kick kick! We loved taunting him saying "thought boys were stronger" "take it like a man" after he begged, we let him down, the 7 year old boy in nothing more than orange swimming trunks was writhing in pain, having learned a tough lesson!
Once when we were much younger, we had a blow up whiffle ball bat, we then proceeded to give my 18 month old cousin a good whacking, he was crying and howling! His face was all red too, **!
I hope you ** die you **, I would snap your ducking neck if you did that to one of my siblings