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tion, buying into the

male-superior construct of a male-controlled world and... hiding behind it."

My sin had been read out to me in these closing words Ms. Jenna spoke. Hiding; false bravado; smug chauvinism. And there was weakness running right under this tawdry veneer. Sure, I had the trappings of success, of stability. I had a very decent job, I had prestige. But these were unearned distinctions. I knew plenty of Women who could easily have disarmed me in debate, or dominated me in a board game of one kind or another, and yet were wasting their lives as coffee and donuts girls. Let them rot there, was my take on it. Fuck them. Ms. Jenna's words startled me from my revery.

"Tim, I can't assemble all the good women who have been insulted and looked down upon by you over the years. But here, in this room, I can represent those trod-upon souls. Through me, they will express certain things. They will give voice to their indignation, their profound rage at their treatment at the hands of men. I won't let them down, and I won't let you off. Get ready to have shit thrown in your face, Tim."

"Yes, Ma'am." I replied meekly.

If truth be known, low as I felt then, I would have wept tears of joy if a woman I had wronged were to push my face into a pile of her shit, freshly issued from her pink little anus. I've got that coming and more, no question.

Ms. Jenna sat at the edge of the bed and took the belt up in her hands.

"This is one way to get my message across, Tim. To show you where you stand in the scheme of things." she said, letting the strap run over her palm. "And it's also a way of saying, ''Fuck you'', male pig!' Yes, that's another important function. Women really need to vent. That's why weaklings like yourself appear in the world. To deliver over to the offended women of the world a man they can walk on: someone weak, inflated, frightened. And, Timmy, that's you! you are clearly the 'loser' poster child."

"Now," Ms. Jenna said as she stood and walked around me where I knelt. "We are going to challenge some of your ridiculous notions about women. Stand at the foot of the bed and hold onto the post."

"I did as told.

"I know I've got a whipping coming, Ma'am."

"Yes, Tim. No doubt. In fact, a series of them, if my estimation is correct."

Ms. Jenna came to where she was facing me with the end of the belt wrapped around her slender hand.

"My very useful leather friend here is going to help me teach you a lesson." she began.

"You see, Tim, your stupidly formed attitudes towards women go deep. In any given situation, you would not think twice about keeping a woman down, or sabotaging her if she were to get ahead. You've done it many times, I imagine. Thought of her as a "stupid cunt". How often have you uttered those words? Answer me."

"Many times, Ms. Jenna. Countless times." I said.

"You've said them about me, haven't you, Tim?"

"I have, Ma'am. Many times."

"Well, Tim, I'm not stupid, as you know. But I can definitely be a cunt, depending on the situation. It comes out especially while I'm enjoying having some pretentious asshole male by the balls. Like right here and now, Tim."

Ms. Jenna, gave me one more searching glance, and my knees trembled. With a knowing smile, she moved behind me, waggling the belt from her wrist. I felt her hand on my buttock, lifting it appraisingly.

"You've got a nice ass, Tim, which makes you still more perfect in your role. The ideal situation for a women who needs to vent is to have someone with a pig mentality, arrogance, and an ass with some flesh on it. We do love to watch it shift and jiggle under the strap!"

Ms. Jenna allowed the belt to slide across my back slowly. A moment later, the first stroke fell, cracking loudly. My right cheek felt on fire, but it was mixed with a warm glow. Another crack. Ms. Jenna handled the belt so assuredly. It struck flush with the skin. I couldn't wait to see the marks she would leave!

"Who's a cunt, Tim?" she demanded, and brought a brisk flurry of belt-strokes down upon me.

"I'm a cunt, Ma'am. I'm all cunt."

"Whose b

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