Author's Note: I have learned many lessons while writing this story; most importantly, that a petite female can wield enormous power and control over a strong male, even if he has an enormous ego.
I must acknowledge my editor, Carole, who assisted with the story. While doing this, she helped me to understand a woman's position in the world.
She also reminded me about good manners.
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I am male, I am proud, and I have power. The erect penis points up and out, clearly showing my power. We, the guys, are the ones who fuck -- the females are getting fucked. It is the same among humans as it is among animals. The power is connected to a big dose of testosterone.
I am proud of my penis. Like in the animal world, everyone wants to show off their best assets. In a civilized world, showing off that part of the body in public is unacceptable, so we are forced to find other symbols to show off our power, wealth, and success. Fast cars, big muscles, attractive smile -- a hint of that big, strong cock that we can use to fuck women. And it makes us attractive to the soft, feminine part of the population who are there to receive what we want to give them.
I love to fuck from behind -- animal style. Her wet pink opening is so invitingly on display as she bends in submission, ready to take my big, erect penis. She waits in lust as her body lubricates for the penis to penetrate. And then, finally, she is filled to the maximum giving her pleasure, as my penis enters her and my heavy balls bang into her buttocks.
As I powerfully push into her, I feel in control, knowing that I am causing her to whimper with lust and shock as she opens wide for me.
Life is good for us males; we rule the world, and the females are there to praise our proud erect penises for submitting to the leading sex; it is the same among humans as it is among animals.
Life is good.
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Or it was good until I met and befriended Grace. My interest in erotic literature occasionally creates new female friendships. Like most males, my nature can threaten these friendships, as I cannot always behave or act politely.
So, I met this kind and warm female through an erotic literature site where we shared an interest in both reading and writing. She was an excellent writer and a valuable reviewer of my writing. We spent long hours discussing the intricacies of salacious written pornography. She was very open as we talked and often told me about some of her fantasies. It wasn't unusual for her to speak about her erect nipples and wet panties as we thrashed out our stories.
Her comments often triggered my male nature and enormous ego, causing me to get high on myself. I couldn't help but think about how I wanted to play with her erect nipples and enjoy the wetness in her crotch. All that would have been fine had I kept those thoughts to myself. Instead, I shared my fantasies about her body with her. I quickly learned that while it was okay for her to talk about her tits and cunt, it was inappropriate for me to do so. My words were immature and impolite, and I flushed with embarrassment as I saw her reaction. I had to ask myself, what happened to my manners?
Grace was fuming with rage over my stupid and naughty comments -- and then she was quiet for a few days. I was ashamed about being carried away, assuming that she had accepted me talking dirty to her and shaming her female body in ways she had not invited me to -- which was clearly outside her limits. My male nature took over, and I responded with immaturity, thinking she was waiting for me to talk dirty to her. I am human, not an animal; I am usually well-behaved and polite, so I knew it was wrong. This is not the way I should talk to a woman.
On top of being sad and ashamed of my lack of manners, I was also sad, fearing I had lost a friend due to my stupidity. I could not blame Grace if I had never heard from her again.
I sent several emails praying that she would not neglect me, telling her I knew I had stepped over the line, and regretted my stupid comments. I even suggested that I would accept some punishment to make up for my misdeeds.
A few hours later, a tone indicated an incoming mail. I was happy to see that it was from Grace. My happy mood quickly changed, and my blood froze. Fear and desperation took over when I saw the level of punishment she had decided upon.
In the email, she outlined a punishment for my misbehavior. As she could not be there with me, I was to give myself twenty strokes with a paddle and then spend thirty minutes in the corner with my pants around my ankles. In addition, I was required to author an essay with a detailed description of my feelings, pain, and humiliation during my punishment
And then, almost as an afterthought, she added that I was not allowed to masturbate or have any sort of orgasm until the essay had been approved.
I felt so humiliated and knew that if this friendship was important to me, I would have to endure the punishment. The paddling and corner time was easy but painful and boring. I had to hit myself hard, as was clearly stated, and only count the painful strokes. After my spanking, I waddled to the corner with my pants around my ankles and a red and sore butt. Luckily, the neighbors were not around as I passed the window to the corner. My butt and face were red from being spanked and humiliated. My cock was not erect and powerful, but tiny and unprepared for any penetration and erotic action. I could only imagine what would have happened if the neighbors had seen me. Stripped, humiliated with a freshly spanked butt -- not very masculine and leaving no trace of the alpha male.
But it was the second part of the punishment that was the most painful. Reaching orgasm whether through sex or masturbation signified my manhood. For me, who wants to appear masculine with a wannabe alpha male style, it was rough to be taken down with this punishment. And the fact that the order came from the petite Grace made it that much worse. Taking away my ability to orgasm was like ripping the power from an alpha male. I was shut down. And my landing was hard. The retribution told me that I am not that much of a gift to all females. Everyone was not waiting to be penetrated by my erect penis. It only showed my lack of manners, lack of maturity, and lack of respect. And that was the lesson I had to learn.
To make matters worse, I did not have a clue about the story I was assigned to write. How should I start? And how could I switch my mind from thinking and writing about my male power to one where I admitted that I was the one being controlled?
Then it dawned on me how clever the last part of my punishment was, how controlling it was, and how clever it was in stating my position. I am being controlled, dominated, and brought down to reality by the female I humiliated with my dirty talk. The denial of orgasm until she has approved the story was painful in itself.
I knew I needed to endure this punishment and immediately, my cock and balls were aching for attention. The slightest touch made it more difficult to avoid being tempted to continue and get the release that had just been taken away.
