Girls kicking ball(s) ⚽⚽

With the World Cup almost finished, I couldn't resist making a new post, but it won't be about any results. Firstly, I apologize to all fans, but I find football or soccer (if you're reading from “across the pond") relatively dull. Most of the time, I can barely suppress a giggle when the players spend more time diving and simulating than actually playing. Hard to understand why they earn millions for it. Tom, like all his friends, is a huge football fan, and though I don't share his passion, I agreed to watch some matches with him on the condition that I get to pick the next program.

At one point, a player was rolling on the ground after a rough tackle, obviously hit “where it counts”, and showing his discomfort to the whole world. Somehow, I couldn’t help but comment, “Look at that poor boy. I hope those wimps are wearing a cup.” Obviously, this remark upset Tom. He glared at me and shot back, "You got this bullshit from that bitch Linda, didn’t you?" I just grinned at him but refrained from any further sarcastic remarks. Nevertheless, it reminded me of one of the hilarious stories Linda had told us during the self-defense course. To cheer things up, she often shared humorous (or morale-boosting) stories in her teaching. Once, she recounted an amusing incident that was very enlightening, as we were right in the middle of learning proper kicking techniques.

Kicking ball(s) can be fun 

As I already told you, she was a coach for the sport department's female football team. One day, the male team's coach was absent, so Linda took over his duties. She decided to organize a friendly mixed-gender match. You can imagine the cringe among the male team. The announcement drew wide, ironic smiles and chuckles from the cocky young lads, who likely considered the match an unnecessary farce and confidently looked forward to an easy victory. However, as you might guess, things turned out differently…and their testosterone-pumped egos and…other fragile man thingies were quickly deflated.

Linda not only taught her female players how to properly strike a ball, but also…balls!😋 Why restrict themselves to kicking just the big one when you can kick two little ones, too? And yes, Linda told us that footballers normally don’t wear a cup, which can be a blessing or not, depending for whom. That’s why you can see anxious players covering their crotch during a free kick. To protect what is their most precious, yet very vulnerable.

Their tactic was clear: to weaken their male physical dominance, equalize the natural differences, create disruption, and score as much as possible!  Even a light contact on the right spot can do the job. And the ladies even knew how to make it look like an accident or to keep it extremely inconspicuous. Normally illegal, but these intentional mishaps can easily be mistaken for a foot missing the “right ball”, swinging the hand back to keep balance, or just poor aim when the free-kicked ball flies to the sensitive spot, regardless of the hand-made protection. Amid the game's commotion, it's hard to spot these, yet the results are absolutely formidable. Sometimes, even no actual physical contact is necessary. Just a quick movement around that sensitive area with a hand or a leg is enough to trigger the protective reflex and distraction, giving the needed advantage.

According to Linda, the game soon turned into a hilarious show. Instead of presenting elegant passing, attacking, and scoring many goals, boys have been almost constantly rolling on the ground, whimpering in pain, and getting frustrated and angry. The girls enjoyed the “ball play” they created, having even more fun mocking the poor boys in agony and even acting like “concerned paramedics” rushing to assess the damage to the anguished men's packages. Fake apologies have not eased the pain either.

 It hurts a lot

The guys assertively protested to Linda, who took on the role of referee for the match. However, their complaints had absolutely no effect. Of course, “she hadn't seen a thing” and completely overlooked her trainees' foul play, instead blaming the guys for the simulation and making excuses for their failure to keep the lead.

At the end, the match ended in a draw, 3:3 or something, still a pathetic score for such a promising elite team. The embarrassed stayed with the ego-defeated team, limping into the showers, while the victorious ladies playfully teased their opponents. “If you want, we can come over and make sure everything down there is still functioning." Apparently, the male team's coach later complained to Linda, but she shrugged it off. “Next time, have them wear cups! And teach them not to make a drama out of a little friendly match.” It was a good, humbling lesson for them, don't you think?

"I taught the girls well," Linda finished the story, sounding proud but also a bit mischievous. And what is the moral of the story? A win over, even most fit young men do not need to rely on strength, and girls are fully capable of properly handling any ball(s). When teaching kicking and kneeing, Linda used a football and the principles and mechanics of the game movements, but that will be for another post… 

To the last drop - inspirational story #8

Sorry for not responding to your comments and not posting. I have been quite busy lately, but I hope to get back to blogging soon. Recently, I found a couple of very interesting emails in my inbox. Today, I want to share a truly extraordinary, inspiring story:

Dear Wendy,

My name is Patricia. I found your blog while searching for an explanation of a weird, unexpected effect from one of the self-defense techniques I had to use, unfortunately. It happened two years ago during my senior year of high school when we went on a skiing trip. Imagine a bunch of rebellious teenagers away from school, free from strict teachers and overprotective parents. We took advantage of it and secretly drank late at night and, of course, occasionally engaged in some casual sex. At that time, I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was eager to find a replacement. There was this very attractive guy who clearly had a crush on me—his name was Lucas. One evening, after a small party, he approached me and invited me to his room to watch a movie on his laptop. He was tall, lean, with dark hair, and very confident, which impressed me a lot. 

Always be prepared to react to an unwanted situation

The movie was really bad, so we ended up cuddling. At some point, things got serious, and he got on top of me with obvious intention. I would definitely have had sex with him, but I realized we had run out of condoms. At that time, I was absolutely terrified of an unwanted pregnancy. My pleas were ignored, and he kept forcing himself on me, kissing me and grabbing my breasts. It really hurt. I told him we should delay until we buy more condoms. I struggled to push him away, but he didn’t stop, just grew more aggressive. I tried to shove him off and slapped his face, but his strength overpowered me. This made me really scared... but also decisive.

Squeeze the lemon to the last drop 

Out of the blue, I remembered a safety seminar that girls from our class recently attended (not even close to Linda's, but it turned out to be useful) and the action we should take in such situations. I calmed myself and recalled all the words of our female instructor. First, I  started petting his butt and slowly moved my hand toward his genitals. I slipped my hand into his pants and briefs and continued stimulating him. I tried not to telegraph my real intention, pretending to do him good. My ruse worked! He got excited, breathing ecstatically. My heart was pounding. I took my time finding and gently grasped his left testicle, securely locking it with my thumb and forefinger. It wasn’t difficult as his scrotum sac was still relatively relaxed, and it was not too big, so it fit snugly into my hand. Once the grasp was applied, without hesitation… bam…I started ruthlessly squeezing the soft oval thing like hell. There was not much room for twisting or pulling—only for crushing the organ with all my fingers and the palm of my hand.  Exactly like our instructor said:  Imagine squeezing the last drop of juice from a lemon. A shock jolted his body. He rolled his eyes and immediately shrieked loudly, desperately trying to escape my grasp. It was now mine, and I was not going to give up.

During the course, we practiced the different techniques on two squash balls in a pouch, but the real feeling was a bit different. With increased pressure, I could really feel the gland distortion, but definitely not a rupture. It all took tens of seconds until he was completely overwhelmed and just weakly whining and cursing. I was about to let go, but suddenly I felt my hand covered in something sticky and warm. I cringed when I realized it was actually cum! And a lot of it.  It was strange because he was clearly not hard. I headed immediately to the bathroom to wash it off. When I returned to check on him, he was still there in pain, whimpering, possibly regretting his bad decision. I simply left the room without telling anyone. He did not attend the skiing exercise the next day, and the following days, I avoided him completely. I was glad I defended myself, but there were those mixed feelings of remorse and empowerment. My intention was not to harm him or injure him. I just wanted to get away and avoid pregnancy, and in the end, I gladly managed.

Involuntary ejaculation can be triggered by squeezing.

My point is, I was somehow puzzled by the fact that he released semen in such a situation. Initially, I was scared that I had destroyed something there. The whole organ and its plumbing seemed so fragile and squishy, but I could not find any explanation online for something like this normally happening. I don't think it was pushing the testicle content out, like literally, squeezing the lemon juice. My guess is that it has something to do with a reflex triggered by pressure inside the testicle. Has Linda ever mentioned that to you? Not that it should, by any means, prevent us from using this powerful and effective technique to get out of a sticky situation. Since that incident, I have advised all my besties to take a self-defense class. They were amazed but also grossed out by my story. Some questioned its truth. I jokingly ask them, "So you want to see his ball as evidence?" I really hope, Wendy, you keep doing a great job with your blog, raising awareness of this uncomfortable topic, and that more women will speak out about similar experiences and successes.

Hi Patricia, thank you so much for sharing your inspiring story. Kudos to you for handling this situation appropriately and setting an example for other women. The phenomenon you describe is, indeed, what Linda discussed with us. What you encountered is apparently an involuntary ejaculation reflex that occurs when certain sensitive areas of the male body are forcibly compressed or pulled. It can happen without an erection and orgasm. I know weird, but generally, it is rather rare. But it shows the peculiarity of the man's body 😉.  As you correctly stated, this should not deter any woman from applying the effective techniques. I will cover this topic more in-depth in the future. Thanks again Patricia.