Despite his now outwardly shown confidence when in the company of woman, Brad Lang always been a little overawed by the sheer mystery of womanhood, and the underlying power that many had had over him during his life. Orphaned at a very early age, and the product of austere but well-to-do parents, the trust regime which saw to his welfare had decreed the path of his education at institutions deemed correct by his parents.
The earlier tutorial institutes had set him well on his path to obedience, and common courtesy... especially toward the fairer sex. After puberty had wreaked its hormonal tortures upon him, and late teens were reached, he was interred at St. Hilda's; a finishing college staffed entirely by women, women who expressed their authority at every opportunity. Though the college was mixed, male pupils soon found there was one rule for them, and another for the females. Caught masturbating in his dormitory for the desire of one of those girls, he suffered the fate of many a boy there; caned to tears before an assembly of the entire female content of the college, the male scholars not admitted, and left to ponder the horror... or in unspoken thoughts, the erotic pleasure, of such a humiliating ordeal.
Though he tried to eliminate the experience from his mind in later years, the thought often returned to haunt and taunt him... the smiles of certain girls as his tears flowed, never leaving him, and hijacking his direction of thought when masturbating. The memory of it never left the mind of one of the girls there too, and would be key in securing her, both his service, and the assets he was known to inherit. Penelope Chantry - 'Penny' - was indeed the sultry and leggy blonde he'd been caught masturbating over, and she'd see him surrender his seed for her - and someone else - when they met later in life.
Now having reached adulthood and enjoying the freedoms of his inheritance, Brad developed an outward swagger and confidence which belied those darkly erotic thoughts which assailed his sexual desires when masturbating, but a chance meeting with a ghost from the past was soon to put an end to any hope of those freedoms continuing, and see that swagger put firmly down.
Whilst in a relationship with yet another girl he had no intention of being with permanently, his society friends had him attend a venue considered somewhat risque, much to the chagrin of that girl. Whilst his friends attended with somewhat 'looser' female partners, Brad was not quite up to the alpha male attitude, and tended to be led by his female partners. For once, taking the lead on this particular occasion, her wishes not to go to a venue with such a reputation were ignored, Brad swept along by the enthusiasm of his more direct male counterparts - it was as though some unseen force was driving him also - and as the risque acts at the venue went on, she stormed off, leaving Brad to plead openly for her return, but then left unperturbed by her departure as he became transfixed by the performance of a woman on the stage, leather clad, and wielding a whip.
His failure to have any effect or control over the girl, was watched with interest by eyes from a group of young women, and from the eyes of one in particular, taking much pleasure in both the weakness he revealed... and the fact that he was now isolated, the friends he'd arrived with having dispersed about the venue The attitude of the girl accompanying Brad, indicating to those eyes that the brash male who'd entered, had never had the upper hand with her... and the education she knew he'd had, had left him eligible for the use of a firm female hand. Having been aware of him at St. Hilda's, Penny Chantry was also aware of the inheritance which had left him so comfortably off... an eligibility which her mother would certainly approve of.
Some of the girls Penny was with, were also aware of Brad's status, though most only being aware of his education from a second-hand point of view, having also attended the same college at various times. And due to that pro-feminine education, being of a similar confident and independent manner as per her, would love to see him taken control of, and Penny was not going to miss this opportunity, striding over to the now isolated Brad. He was aware of a presence next to him, as his eyes ogled the leather whip goddess upon the far stage, his cock stiff as the image suddenly blended in with the sweet scent of feminine perfume.
"Hello again Brad... I see that a stage, audience, and punishment, still factor in your life." Brad blushed immediately, at being caught, obviously enthralled by the sight of a woman with a whip... the blush increasing at seeing just who it was, the sultry voice taking him back. He gasped as his eyes took in the shapely brunette, now even more attractive than when he'd masturbated over her.
"Penny?... Penny Chantry?..." Her nipples hardened, expressing themselves wonderfully for his inspection through her thin blouse, she, already aroused at his feeble awkwardness, already determined to take absolute control of him.
"Why don't you come and sit with us, we're on a hen party... I'm sure the bride-to-be and the other girls won't mind just one male joining us." Her curt smile and their eager glances toward him, showed they were more than aware. Just one look at the superb young woman she now was, brought all his passion for her flooding back, smitten and already helplessly longing to know more of the control she was already implementing over him... but outwardly, he looked about him, seeking any of the friends he'd arrived with. Penny placed a hand on hip, already enjoying expressing a stance that hinted at her dominance.
"Oh don't worry about your friends, I'm sure they'll get by without you... and if any of them should seek you out, I'm sure they'd find it very amusing, hearing about what reduced you to tears at college." Brad's cock boned at her cynical smile, somewhere between one of humour, and one of sheer spitefulness... her subtle threat of humiliating him, exciting the submissive side he now knew he wouldn't be able to hide from her. She flicked the fingers of her free hand, and even from a distance, he could hear the delighted murmurings of her friends as he followed her like an owned dog, already ripe for her complete control.
Brad's erection wasn't eased, on recognising some of the girls from his college days... girls who'd taken great pleasure in taunting him over his public caning, making it quite clear how they'd thoroughly enjoyed seeing him reduced to tears... the memory of that spite having him masturbate all the more. Some of the young women were as visually attractive as Penny, others a little more frumpy in their appearance, but appearances can be deceptive, and the cross-legged stance and confident stares they gave him whilst inspecting him, confirmed their equality with the more outwardly elegant women. One of those frumpier woman sat centrally, her broad thighs crossed, the bride-to-be. Brad found his voice as he sat, trying his best to divert their leering attentions from him, as long legs flicked spiky stilettos playfully.
