Canonville is a fictional story about a female-dominant society. In Canonville, a superior female judge named Eileen Canon introduces the concept of a Female-Led Relationship society. Every adult female in Canonville embraces this concept. Men know their place. Their wives, mothers, daughters, and sisters teach them to be explicitly subservient. Essentially, every adult female can file a complaint against a man for disrespect or disobedience and enforce the penalty for sentencing.
Most of the time, the offense is settled in a courtroom, where the sentence of corporal punishment is immediately carried out. Depending on the circumstances, repeat offenders are frequently sentenced to a pegging after the initial spanking punishment has been enforced. The female who filed the complaint can carry out the sentence of pegging the male if the honorable Judge, Canon, rules her decision that way.
These sentences were not performed in privacy; oh no, these sentenced spankings and pegging were done in full view of the spectators, and embarrassment was a paramount factor, along with a painful comeuppance of spanking and or strapping in the courtroom. Welcome to Canonville.
The quaint, quiet town of Canonville seemed normal from an uneducated point of view. It was an older-styled, Cape Cod-like town with large portions of scenic shops and businesses along the southeastern seaboard. It was a slower style of life in Canonville. Friendly, inviting, and very clean, it was a beautiful place to visit and reside. The male population seemed docile, polite, and genuinely respectful to visitors, especially females.
People didn't know why the male population of Canonville was so... attentive and respectful to the female visitors and residents. If they knew why male society had such a respectful disposition, most women would likely be envious, and their husbands and boyfriends--well, they would probably be appalled.
Eileen Canon often heard female visitors say to their spouses or male partners, "Why can't you be more like that?" After the respectful way that all of the males would conduct themselves with all females, even the bitchy and cranky ones. Ms. Eileen Canon would smile and think if you only knew the real reason why, sister. You would would be so very envious.
It was Saturday morning, 9:00 AM! The gray marble stone courthouse was open and ready for the first case. Mostly, women were in the courtroom: mothers and daughters, ladies with their accused male spouse or boyfriend, and even a few with their adult son sitting next to them. The males were forlorn and nervous; most were unhappy to be in this courtroom!
The females happily socialized with each other. The males were noticeably silent and dressed in their punishment attire. They wore the customary white bathrobe and slip-on sandals as they sat with their wives, family, or girlfriends, and that was all. They are naked under their punishment white bathrobes; they shamefully left their homes, hoping that nobody would catch them leaving their homes or entering the courthouse in their nearly naked and embarrassing state of dress. It was so uncomfortable, but they shamefully and nervously waited once they were inside the courtroom. Some of the males were even placed in male chastity, making their trip in front of Judge Canon and the majority-filled courtroom of females, 18 to 60 or older, in the courtroom even more harrowing.
Judge Canon, a strikingly beautiful woman, was in her chamber room. With her long jet-black hair and piercing dark-brown eyes, Eileen Canon looked at herself in her full-length mirror in her private bathroom. Eileen was of Cherokee Indian descent. She was a strict but fair judge; her fairness favored the females filing complaints in her courtroom. The accusers always prevailed, and after all, men were pigs. Every female in Canonville knew that.
Eileen Canon wore black in her Saturday courtroom. But it wasn't a black robe that she wore; it was tight, black leather pants and a black low-cut satin blouse. Eileen looked in the mirror, and she dropped her gaze lower. She grinned at the realistic-looking, nine-inch black dildo that stuck straight out from her leather-covered crotch. Someone's ass is going to get a good, hard fucking today. She took the phallus in her hand, pulled it straight upward, and then let it go. She watched as it sprang downward and bobbed menacingly, "Showtime, boys! One of you is going to have a very, very sore hiney when I am finished spanking and fucking with you."
Eileen headed down her private hallway toward the courtroom. When she opened the door, all of the gossiping and chattering stopped. Eileen looked at Erica Johannes, the tall blonde bailiff. Erica was over six feet tall and well-proportioned. Her volleyball-sized breasts were testing the confines of her blue uniform shirt. Erica's elongated ass filled out her uniform pants nicely. It was not easy being a man and knowing that your body and soul would soon be bared to Judge Eileen Canon and Erica Johannes.
Eileen nodded to Erica, and the bailiff turned to face the courtroom. "All rise for the honorable Judge Canon. Court is now in session."
Everyone rose to their feet as Judge Canon sat behind her bench, with a spanking bench placed in front of her judicial bench. It was an ominous and constant reminder to the male offenders of what was going to be the fate of their sentence. She looked at her courtroom and said, "Please, everyone, be seated."
Judge Eileen Canon put her glasses on and peered over the black cat-eyed rims, "Court is now in session; please be seated."
Judge Canon looked down at her paperwork and stoically said, "Case number 1465, Norma Gleason vs Andrew Gleason."
Norma Gleason was an attractive fifty-nine-year-old woman. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was now starting to gray, and her five-foot-seven-inch body was pleasingly plump. Norma turned to her thirty-year-old son, "Get up, take that robe off, Andrew. You know the rule."
Andrew shakily stood up, his face red as he untied his robe belt and slipped off his white robe. All eyes seemed to be on him as he bared himself. His mother took him by the ear and walked the naked, chubby, five-foot-eleven Andrew up before the judicial bench.
Judge Canon glanced at Andrew; she was trying to keep from smirking, "Andrew, your mother, Norma, has filed grievances against you. Andrew, you refuse to apply yourself and search for work; you are lazy and sloven! Worst of all, you are verbally abusive at times, cussing and swearing at your poor mother. Playing video games," Judge Canon rolled her eyes and shook her head as she looked at the chubby, naked man, "Video games, really, Andrew? Your mother has been more than fair with you, Andrew. Thirty years old, you have no purpose, drive, or sense of pride or discipline."
Judge Canon stared at Andrew over the rims of her glasses, "Discipline, Andrew, that is truly the root of your laziness and problems. Your mother spanks your bare bottom, correct?"
Andrew groaned in evident shame as the female audience snorted and giggled. His penis had shrunk to a couple of inches peeking out of his pubic patch like a little bird in a nest. Andrew's pale white body began to blush in spots. His chunky white bottom was a virtual target of desire for every woman in the courtroom. Any of them would love to spank or paddle it.
Andrew sheepishly nodded, "Yes, sometimes she does, your honor."
