I had no other choice but to wait outside the bathroom door. After ten minutes or so, the door suddenly burst open and she took off down the stairs again. I continued chasing her - I wanted my dick back to normal! I followed as she ran into the kitchen and rushed to the opposite side of the dining table. "Ok, that's enough. Give it back." I said sternly. She said nothing and gave a playful wink. But then, out of the blue, she ran towards me and gave me a forceful kick in the balls. "Ouch!" I yelled, even though I couldn't feel anything. "Hehe did that actually hurt?" She grinned slyly. Then she delivered a second blow. And another. "You're just going to take this?" She questioned mischievously. I had no response, I was so bewildered at what she was doing and how weird it felt. Then she tugged my pants and underwear down, revealing my flaccid and slightly bruised equipment. "Oh look at it" she giggled. She brought her hand over and gave it a playful yet very hard squeeze that would have been painful if it weren't numb. I was still a bit frozen, but I knew I needed to take action somehow.