Chapter 6: Spanking her Pussy

Continued from chapter 5:

“Exactly like that,” I say, my voice firm yet gentle.

“I need you to be brave for me, Joelle. I need to teach you a proper lesson for not calling me by the name I asked for. Now, what is my name?”

Joelle whimpers softly, trying to hold the humiliating pose steady even as her muscles tremble with strain and embarrassment. She swallows hard, forcing the words past her lips.

“E-Ero...your name is Ero. I'm so sorry for forgetting earlier, for disrespecting you. I promise I won't let it happen again.”

Tears glisten at the corners of her eyes as she maintains eye contact with me, her gaze filled with remorse and submission.

“Please, I'm trying to be good, to learn my lesson. Use me however you see fit, to teach me obedience. My body is yours, to punish or pleasure as you desire. I only ask that you be gentle...if you can find it in your heart to show mercy.”

I reach into the pencil caddy on my desk and take out a long, wooden ruler. The cool, smooth texture of the aged wood is a stark contrast to the warmth of my hand. It’s not just any ruler; it’s an implement of correction, a tool designed to teach lessons that words alone cannot convey.

As Joelle sees it, she lets out a soft cry of despair. Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches as she realizes what's about to happen. The ruler, an innocuous object in any other context, now becomes a symbol of her impending punishment.

Chapter 6

“I'm going to spank your pussy now, Joelle,” I say, my voice steady and firm.

“You will ask me to do so and thank me for each time the wood meets your delicate folds, your throbbing clitoris. You will maintain eye contact, and you will not, under any circumstances, close your legs to me.”

I pause, letting the weight of my words sink in.

“Well, Joelle, let me hear you ask me, no, beg me…”

A choked sob escapes her throat as she gazes at the ruler. Her body shakes with a mixture of terror and perverse anticipation. The cold, unyielding wood seems to mock her, promising a level of pain far beyond what my hand could inflict.

“P-please, Ero...” she whimpers, her voice cracking with emotion.

“Please, I beg you...spank my pussy with the ruler. Hurt me, punish me for my disobedience.”

She takes a shuddering breath, steeling herself for what’s to come.

“I will thank you for each strike, for teaching me my place. I promise to keep my legs spread, to bare myself completely to your correction. Please, I need this...need you to remake me, to mold me into the perfect, obedient secretary you deserve.”

The ruler comes down swiftly, striking her glistening, soft folds with a sharp “piff.” The sound of thin wood meeting her most intimate flesh fills the room. I spank her quivering lips, her swollen clitoris, alternating back and forth, driving her wild with a mix of pain, humiliation, and undeniable pleasure.

Joelle shrieks in agony and ecstasy as the hard wood punishes her most sensitive flesh. The sharp sting sends jolts of electricity through her core, igniting a fire within her. Tears stream down her face, smearing her mascara, as she writhes on the desk, obediently holding her legs open for me against the relentless **** on her sex.

“Thank you, Ero! Oh god, thank you!” she wails, her voice raw and ragged.

“It hurts so much, but I...I deserve this. Deserve to be punished for my failure.”

Joelle's hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of the painful pleasure even as she tries to hold herself still. Her inner walls clench and flutter around nothing, aching to be filled, stretched, used.

“More, please! I need more! Hurt me harder, break me, remake me!” she begs.

Each spank brings forth a small squeak as I punish her sopping wet pussy. Her juice flies everywhere, soaking the ruler, the desk, and her belly. Her pink pussy lips turn an angry red. Still I spank, she thanks, and continues to hold herself open for me.

Joelle continues to thank me with each searing strike, her voice rising in pitch until it becomes a keening wail. The ruler snaps against her engorged clit, sending shockwaves of agonizing bliss through her body. Her arousal drips steadily down her thighs, mixing with the tears streaming from her eyes.

“Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!” she babbles incoherently, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll be good, I swear! I'll call you Ero, I'll obey every command!”

Joelle's muscles start to quiver uncontrollably, her orgasm building to a crescendo. The humiliation of being spanked so intimately, of presenting herself for this torment, combined with the relentless stimulation, has pushed her to the brink of madness. Her sex is swollen and slick, the delicate folds glistening with her arousal.

Just before the pleasure spills over, I stop, leaving her angry and magnificently aroused, yet unsatisfied.

Joelle collapses against the desk, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. She weeps and wails pitifully in frustration. Her pussy throbs demandingly, the skin red and puffy from the relentless spanking. A clear fluid trickles from her core, painting her inner thighs with evidence of her **** need.

“Noooo...” she whines, her hips twitching as if seeking more contact.

“Please, Ero, I was so close! I need...I need...”

She looks up at me, pleading. Her eyes are glazed with unshed tears and barely restrained lust. She knows better than to beg outright, but her body screams its need, trembling and flushed with desire.

“I'll do anything, be anything you want. Just please, let me come. I'm aching for it, empty and ****.”

“Soon, Joelle, soon. Let's finish your bare-bottom spanking, shall we? Back to the wheelbarrow for you. Let's get back to our unfinished business.”

I pause, letting my words sink in.

“And if you can take your bare-bottom spanking like a brave girl, a good girl, I might be convinced to give you a special treat…”

I deliver one final, sharp spank to her sex.

Joelle cries out sharply as the final blow lands on her tender sex, the pain mixing deliciously with the lingering pleasure. At my words, she nods frantically, scrambling to assume the wheelbarrow position once more. The cool air on her heated bottom makes her gasp, goosebumps rising on her sensitive skin.

“Yes, Ero, yes!” she promises breathlessly, bracing herself for the renewed **** on her already abused rear.

“Punish me thoroughly, I deserve it. And I'll take whatever you dish out, no matter how much it hurts.”

Joelle looks back at me over her shoulder, her expression a mix of trepidation and **** hope.

“I want to earn that special treat. I want to prove my devotion and obedience. Spank me hard, Ero.”

My hand finds its place between Joelle's legs again, between her slick folds, stroking her swollen clitoris. My spanking hand begins to strike her harder and faster than anything she has felt tonight.

She gasps and moans loudly as my fingers find her aching clit, the dual sensations of pleasure and pain overwhelming her senses. She rocks her hips back into my touch, **** for more friction even as my hand rains down stinging blows on her tender bottom.

"Ahhhnn, yessss! Thank you, thank you, Ero!" she cries out, squirming over my lap, her drenched pussy pushing back against my hand, as I coax her to the edge.

"It hurts so good, I love your punishment! Please, don’t stop!"

Joelle's moans grow higher in pitch, interspersed with whimpers and yelps as the spanking intensifies. Her thighs tremble with the effort of holding the position, her core clenching rhythmically around my teasing fingers.

"More, harder! I can take it, I want to be good for you!" she screams.

She breaks down and cries, on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm. I have been holding her back, and she is ready to take the plunge off the cliff and swim in the endless sea of pleasure below.

Joelle's screams reach a fever pitch as I relentlessly stimulate her, pushing her past the point of no return. Her body convulses violently, back arching as the most intense orgasm of her life crashes over her in waves.

"Eros Apostasia! Eros Apostasia!" she wails, my name a prayer, a benediction, as ecstasy consumes her entirely.

Her sex spasms almost painfully, gushing fluids that soak my hand and drip onto the floor. Her mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her release.

Through the haze of pleasure and the tears streaming down her face, Joelle screams,

“Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! I’m yours, all yours! Use me, ruin me! I never want to come down from this high!”

Wave after wave of electric pleasure surges through her body, transforming her into a living conduit of ecstasy. Her limbs jerk and twitch involuntarily, as if each pulse of sensation electrifies her very core.

I watch as her entire body clenches and releases, the soft curves of her form undulating like a flame dancing in the wind. The intensity of her vulnerability stirs something primal within me, igniting the need to claim her, to push her further into this euphoric abyss.

I slow my spanks to gentle slaps, guiding her through the orgasm. My fingers dance across her slick folds and throbbing clit, and she goes rigid again, splaying her arms and legs like a starfish. Another deluge of juice releases from her core.

For the second time in mere moments, she is consumed by an earth-shaking orgasm. She screams incoherently as it rips through her, even more powerful than the first. Her body goes rigid, every muscle pulled taut as she writhes and bucks against my hand. A veritable flood of juices gushes from her spasming sex, splattering obscenely as she thrashes in the throes of ecstasy.

"Erosapostasiaaaaaa!" she wails, my name drawn out into a keening cry of pure, animalistic bliss. Joelle's eyes roll back, her tongue lolling out as the pleasure short-circuits her brain. She collapses bonelessly over my knee, twitching and mewling as the aftershocks roll through her.

I gently rub and pat Joelle's reddened, warm bottom, slowly circling her swollen, sensitive sex with my fingertips. I help her ride out the waves of her climax, her body dripping with sweat and desire. She is not just wet; she is drenched, and so am I. My pants are soaked, and the carpet beneath us is shiny with her pleasure.

Joelle whimpers softly as I continue to touch her, the gentle caresses almost too intense for her oversensitive flesh. She feels utterly spent, drained in every conceivable way—physically, emotionally, mentally. Her body goes limp, draped over my lap like a rag doll, her muscles boneless and relaxed.

To be continued in chapter 7...