Apologies for name confusion in part 1. In the earlier part of the story, the character Grant is sometimes mistakenly referred to as Clark.
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I turned a lamp on in Ms. Jenna's room and looked around. On the walls were portraits, photographs mostly, of remarkable women in history. Athletes, academics, scientists, all proudly displayed. And above the bed was a painting of Ms. Jenna wearing a tight leather outfit, looking down on a male who was on his knees beside her. His was the only image of a male in the room. He wore a collar, and Ms. Jenna held a leash which was connected to it.
Mindful of the time, I rushed to the closet and found the belt hanging there. It was apparently one used strictly for whipping, as it had no fashion value that I could see. The leather was dark and supple. I I held it in my hands and braved a quick kiss before placing it on the bed. I disrobed, neatly folded my clothes, and put them aside. I knelt in the center of the room, my heart beating quickly. Ms. Jenna's footsteps approached.
She entered the room, and switched on an overhead light. She gave a brief once-over to my body, her face registering no impression. I have a good physique. I don't do much to keep it that way - just how I'm built. I'm hairy-chested and have just a bit of a belly.
"I see you have an erection, Tim. Why don't you tell me why that is." she said, then laughed. "Oh! Don't worry. I won't slap your face. You haven't done anything wrong. Okay? Just tell me what...moves you to be in this," and here she gave my stiff penis a good look, "condition."
"I was excited being near you, Ma'am." I began hurriedly. "And then when I saw more of your beautiful body, well, I felt such desire."
"Desire for what?" Ms. Jenna shot back.
"To be good and to serve you, Ma'am." I said, and my penis hardened still more.
"You have a small cock, Tim. It's definitely below average. Are you envious of well-endowed men?"
"I am, Ma'am. When I see a big cock in a locker room, I think of the power that man has, swinging a big dick between his legs."
"Good, Tim. I'm glad you're being forthright."
"I cannot hide from you, Ms. Jenna."
"That's right. Somebody needs to know the details of your debased and cowardly life. We have much work to do, my boy! Continue about your wish to have a large penis."
"Well, Ma'am" I began, "it's just that women will find out who has a big one, then they tell each other about it, and then... and then... fucking Prince Charming has sluts lined up to service him!"
"But nobody wants your little wee wee? Is that the problem, Timmy?"
"I'm sorry I said 'slut', Ms. Jenna. I'm sorry." Tears formed in my eyes.
"For today, it's fine. We need to see what's going on in that perverted head of yours!
So," she continued. "You desire women and yet you can't get any of them to take an interest in you. Is that because of your small appendage?"
"Partly, I guess." I said, my head hung in shame. "But lots of times, before they get a chance to see it, they turn on me. They don't think I'm good enough. Sometimes they laugh behind my back - with other women. Jesus! It makes me so mad!"
"So, because they're not interested in you, and because they find sexual fulfillment with better-equipped men, you take it out on them."
"I don't mean to!" I blurted." I just get so mad!"
"You're mad at women who make the very reasonable choice of being fucked by a man with an adequate cock. Let me tell you something, Tim. I hope every one of those women who rejected you curses you while they get their pussies pounded by a capable man. What might they say? I'll tell you."
1) 'Glad I got that loser Tim behind me. What a creep! God, Jeff is going so deep!'
2) 'Mmmmmm.This sure takes my mind off that pompous asshole,...Jim...or was it Tim? Anyway, the loser asshole I just dumped. Just so fucking weird!'
3) 'Oh, God! This is some really nice dick I got in me. Jeez! By all means, pump away, Mister Dong! Fuck yeah! And eat your heart out, Tim!, you incompetent weasel!'
"That's what they probably are saying, Ma'am." I said, hearing the awful truth in these words.
"You're not surprised, are you?"
"Women don't like me. They don't trust me."
"I'm sure you're right." Ms. Jenna readily affirmed. " Women deserve better than what you offer, believe me. Every one of them. I'm sure you're aware of (though foolishly unconcerned with) the plight of Women today. They are abused and rendered powerless in vast parts of the world. You, Tim, wielded an unfair advantage in the workplace, buying into the subtle machismo of the corporation, 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."
