This work is simply a fictional story, so if you are not interested in female led societies and relationships, please pass your way.
This fiction contains character set in a matriarchal society, femdom elements and punishment spankings.
This is the continuation of a story set in a dystopian matriarchy where women have taken control of all leading positions in society after the appearance of the solarium, a source of energy present in female bodies that gives them greater strength and a new resource of energy for new technologies. Women can also give birth effortlessly since new technology takes care of the growth of the fetus once the fertilized ovary of the woman has been released during the first week following intercourse.
It is preferable to read the chapters in the right order, but the story can be understood individually. By the way, this chapter is a gender reversal of some fictional novel I read some time ago, but with new and different elements to fit the continuation of the story.
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Year 2372
With a sight, Raven Steel observed her second son Tristan, a beautiful boy who was pleading at her with his angelic eyes.
"Come on mother, there is need to overly react to this. I promise, it won't happen again, this morning was a mistake."
The twenty-one-year-old boy was looking towards his father for support, but this time he was only faced with a disappointed look. He nervously passed his hand through his strawberry blond locks, understanding that he wouldn't simply get away with a warning this time.
"You know, I believe you've told me the same thing after your last mistake. And the mistake before. After every mistake actually you've repeated, promised that you would learn, but nothing seems to change."
"Please mother, I promise with all my heart that I will never wear such immodest clothing in public again."
"You didn't simply parade yourself in a skimpy outfit, you did much worse. You know there is a reason why gentlelords and proper gentlemen always cover the form of their bodies with long tunics or robes, it is to indicate their modesty, and preserve themselves for their future wife. This morning, you went out of the house with an outrageously tight pants on, the kind of pants even slutty secretary wouldn't wear! Any woman passing must've ogled at your behind and held impudent thoughts about your body. Don't you understand that this is ruining all the few chances you have left for marriage?"
"I'm twenty-one, not thirty, so don't start stressing already."
"How dare you talk to your mother like that," his father Mr. Steel reacted. "Your mother and I are worried about you for very valid reasons. Even if most men can until their mid-twenties for marriage, the prime age of engagements and courting is already passed for a man of your standing. Because of your immodest and frivolous attitude, people have already started speculating about your lack of virtue."
"Well, if you offered me choices of acceptable suitors, maybe would I have already accepted marriage. If I'm not engaged yet, it's only because all the suitors you've presented me are crusty old women! A gentleman like me deserves a great woman who will treat him like a prince, and I will not settle down for anything less."
"If you think that you deserve being treated like a prince, maybe you should start acting like one. In your seven years of gentlemen's finishing school, you've been expelled from no less than five, because of your outrageous behavior. Then, during your debut at social balls, you've produced scandal after scandal, showing yourself in indecent outfits." Raven's voice had become sterner by the second. "Once you turned eighteen, I've looked for distinguished suitors across the country, willing to take your hand despite your damaged reputation. In three years, you've rejected all of them while worsening your attitude by the day."
"My attitude isn't that bad, I'm simply expressing myself."
"A proper gentleman should know how to express himself without shaming his reputation or his family. A gentleman should also know when it is appropriate to express himself and when not." Mrs. Steel had stood up from her seat to walk closer to her son and pursued: "Your father and I believed that you would calm down with time, that your attitude was only temporary, but it doesn't seem to be the answer. Perhaps you need the same method as Lucian, he calmed down once he married the duchess Foundert. A strong woman who would take you in hand might be the only solution for you at this point."
"You will marry me off?" Tristan gasped with horror. "You wouldn't do that, not to your adored son."
"I won't marry you off, but I will hand you over to a woman willing to discipline you. A temporary stay at Rebecca's house might be a good start for your education."
"You wouldn't dare send me to this ass of a woman!"
Mrs. Steel sighted again hearing her son's vulgar mouth. She knew Tristan didn't like her very much, but she was the perfect solution to all this mess.
Rebecca Armstrong was a trusted employee of Mrs. Steel who used to work in her gardens. Like most wealthy women, Mrs. Steel had a household staff composed mostly of male employees, but for physical work requiring Solarium energy, she had hired a few trusted female workers.
Rebecca had known Mrs. Steel since she was eighteen, for she was hired part-time after her university classes to earn some pocket money. Since she was a bright student who was vastly invested in politics, Mrs. Steel and her quickly became close friends.
After she graduated from university with a master in economics, she stopped her work as a gardener of course, but the two women still kept close contact as good friends, and Mrs. Steel even hired her occasionally as an economy expert for her political work.
There were a list of reasons why Tristan didn't like Rebecca. First of all, he was annoyed by her calm and indifferent attitude when he first met her. At that time, he was only an eight-year old boy who was curious to meet a new woman.
Being a protected and sheltered boy, the only women he had met until then were either relatives or old colleagues of his mother that he greeted occasionally.
Rebecca was the first real woman that sparked his interest. She was strong, intelligent and beautiful, but to his deepest frustration, she never seemed interested by all his attempts to talk with her. She only dutifully did her job, so much that he decided to ignore her.
Moreover, she was the first person who didn't put up with his misbehavior. Until then, Tristan was used to bribe the housemen so that they wouldn't report his bad actions to his mother, but Rebecca always saw through Tristan's manipulative attempts to get his way, and she would always report to his mother.
Of course, Tristan never got any real punishment from neither of his parents, but it was only after she arrived that he started getting long lectures about moral behavior and obedience.
The second reason was that his mother spent a lot of time with her, despite her being a simple employee of the gardens. It was a rather childish reason, but he was jealous about that.
Once she graduated from her university, she was twenty-five and left to start her own work. He felt frustrated that she never returned to see him for some reason, and in these last eight years he only saw her once in person.
It was around a year ago, when his mother had organized a feast for his twenty years old. He had been shocked to recognize Rebecca in an elegant suit, more beautiful than ever as she was slowly reaching her prime with her turning thirty.
