World Where Women Punch & Kick Men
SexyLark aka Tasha Commissioned for Femdomocracy.
In every Femdomocracy, women spank men. Almost. In a slim portion of Femdomocratic societies, women rarely, if ever spank the inferior gender. The cause is neither tenderness nor pity.
Spanking lacks force. Male discipline must be graphic, violent, merciless, something inspiring nightmares. Alternative forms of punishment include electroshock, extreme scarification, penectomy, amputation and fists.
On this world, the original source of female ascendency was women’s physical superiority. Invincible muscle Goddesses, the weakest woman can defeat the strongest man.
Should a man fail to obey, he was punched into obedience. Or kicked. Women’s feet exceed their fists in force.
Masculine egotism, male self-esteem was stillborn. No mere man defies or challenges a member of the superior gender. Women do not intentionally murder men. But a furious woman may miscalculate. A waste of a chattel.
There has never been a pretense of gender equality. Female authority is total. Men are slaves.
Externally, men seem strong. Their souls cannot match their muscles. Women’s minds and heart transcend their slaves’ understanding. Lofty and glorious beings, males are in awe of their owners.
Every morning, men grovel and serve. Women barely notice their fearful worshiping servitors.
Fear sends men to their knees. Without certainty of an error, men plead and beg for mercy. Male terror heightens feminine cruelty. Aroused by a man’s terror a woman may grab and thrash him.
Women beat men. Beatdowns may be punishment and discipline. They are always enjoyable.
Some women punch men every evening.
There is protocol.
Mistress Owner begins discarding her clothes.
Her slave man kneels, raises his arms. He confesses his inferiority. Her superiority. Acknowledges that for the sin of being a man, he deserves only pain. He states his worthlessness.
She stretches and poses. Her expression angry, pitiless.
He begs for mercy. Not that he asks that she forego his beating. Only that she restrains the violence of her fists.
Begging is futile. It is a ritual. If he did not whimper and plead, the beatdown might destroy him. Verbal servility is worship. There is no place in this world for men who do not adore their owners.
He knows tomorrow he will wake with black eyes and busted lip. Maybe broken bones or a dislocated jaw.
Even so his body confesses his sexual arousal. Punches and kicks hurt, he dreads them. Yet her punches and kicks are the height of his existence. As woman’s victim, he embodies the purpose of men.