Hello, my name is Amanda Abigail Andrews and this is my story. Im years old and a strident believer in female supremacy. Its not that I think women are superior to men. I know they are. Over the past ten years or so, my gal pals and I have proven this beyond a doubt. Thanks in large part to my philosophy, I own real estate in Manhattan, Los Angeles, Miami Beach, the United Kingdom, and France. Im married to a rich ;man.

A feeling of power came over me as I disciplined Eddie. I could feel my nipples grow rigid through my shirt and even some wetness creep into my thighs. I was becoming drunk with power. And wow did it feel good! ;Take that,; I said. ;Ooo, that looks like it hurt a little bit. I got you good there, didnt I?; ;Y-yes m- maam,; he stuttered like the fool that he was as I lightly batted his prized jewels around.

In terms of dating in high school, there was only one exception to the rule. Two weeks into my senior year, I began dating Roger. He was a year-old kid who went to the local Ivy League college. I met him at a party. At the time, he seemed more mature than the boys in my high school. So I gave him a chance. He was nice enough and we soon began fooling around. I let him kiss me and even allowed him to fondle my nipples from outside

She wore a tight white outfit, and black boots. Her body was incredible. She was taller than me by half a foot. The boots made her even taller. The outfit was something you might see in an equestrian magazine. She looked exquisite. "Eddie, go get us some beverages," she ordered. "Yes maam," he replied and immediately crawled off to the kitchen while we sat down in front of her coffee table. While Eddie served us, Roxanne proceeded to tell me how the relationship worked.

When I returned, Roger stood waiting with his pants down around his knees. His silly appendage popped out and flopped around as he sat down. Did he realize how foolish he looked? He waited eagerly for me to begin. By then I had learned exactly how to push his buttons. As I have come to know since then, the learning curve for a young woman is sinfully easy.

It occurred to me as I dried myself off and pulled my panties snug over my hips that I was seven days away from my period. That made me pre-menstrual. Bad news for Eddie. I showed up late morning wearing a black leather miniskirt, black silk stockings and five inch pumps. Eddie was in his customary position - on his knees at his wifes feet. I noticed he was naked today other than his chastity belt and leashes. In addition, Roxanne had attached the spanking paddle to a harness that extended

The look of anguish on his face as he realized I was serious about denying him was priceless. "Oh, please, supreme Miss Amanda. I need relief," he said, still holding his groin. "Havent you learned by now? Begging will get you nowhere. In fact, I see I need to take you in hand again. Get across my lap. Face up. NOW!" I ordered, looking down at him. He scrambled to his feet. I could see his eyes filled with tears. "Crying wont help either," I said, sitting down on the couch. ;Im completely immune to male tears.; I pointed down to my lap.

She reached down and unlocked him. His offensive dangling tool finally had freedom! It immediately sprang to life, to which Roxanne commented, "see, Amanda, how little control he has over that thing?" He then positioned himself at the feet of his wife, spread-legged, while she sat with her boots nestled right next to his groin.

Rather than put this silly man over my lap in each and every room. I came up with a better idea. I had him stand on his tip-toes in each room, while I took the paddle by his side and gave him five good whaps. Each time I dished out punishment, he would stumble forward and I would order him back on his tiptoes. By doing it this way, I effectively spanked him from one side of the room to the other. H e could not escape me.