Chapter 7: Tell Me Your Name So I Can Scream It

Continued from chapter 6:

"What will it be, Layla dear?" I ask. "Do you want to play another round of guess my name while I spank your pussy, or do you want to go straight to the grand finale? All I can say is, if I have to tell you my name, it will be much, much worse than a simple pussy spanking. I grow bored of this. Now make your choice before I do both of them to you."

Layla whimpers and trembles as the spank lands on her sensitive folds, her hips bucking involuntarily into my hand. The obscene squelch of her arousal fills the air, making her face burn with shame. She bites her lip hard, torn between the terrifying unknown of "option B" and the degrading but somehow less frightening prospect of another round of guessing games punctuated by pussy spanks.

"O-okay, I choose...the guessing game," she stammers out, her voice small and frightened.

"Please, just tell me what you want me to do. I'll follow your lead, no matter what."

Layla braces herself against the desk, spreading her legs slightly in submission. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes once more as she awaits my instructions, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

"I need you to lie back on the desk for me, Layla," I say, my voice steady and commanding.

"I need you to be a big girl, a brave girl and lift your dress for me. I need you to bend your knees, put your feet flat on the desk for me, and spread open for me. I need a nice target."

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As she puts herself into position, I go and get two pillows from the reading corner of the room. One I place under her head, and the other, I place under her hips, so that her swollen lips are lifted and exposed for me, in perfect position to be punished. She whimpers and fresh tears fall as I begin to tap her pussy with the ruler.

"I want eye contact, Layla," I say, my gaze intense and unwavering.

"I want you to look me in the eyes while I do this to you. I want to watch you come apart. I want to watch you break, watch all of the little expressions in between as you face this ultimate humiliation."

I speed up my tapping as I look her in the eyes, heartbroken, but highly aroused at the humility and surrender, not to mention trust I see there.

"Last round, Layla. What is my name?"

Layla lies back on the desk, her body trembling as she slowly lifts her dress, exposing her most intimate area. She whimpers softly as she bends her knees and spreads her legs, presenting herself completely vulnerable to me. Fresh tears spill down her cheeks as I arrange the pillows, lifting her hips and spreading her swollen lips obscenely.

As the ruler taps against her sensitive flesh, Layla cries out, her back arching off the desk. She forces herself to meet my intense gaze, her blue eyes wide and brimming with tears, reflecting a storm of emotions—fear, humiliation, desperate need, and something deeper, more primal. Her breathing grows ragged as the tapping intensifies, each strike sending jolts of painful pleasure radiating through her core.

"I don't know," she finally screams, her voice raw and breaking. "I don't know, and I'm so, so sorry. Just spank me already and be done. I'll be a good girl for you. Your good girl. Please spank my pussy and take me apart. Ruin me for everyone else. I deserve it. I humiliated you. I was cruel, and foul, and evil, and I deserve every bit of punishment I have coming my way. Just please, spank me and be done with it."

She looks me in the eyes while she says it, and I know finally, she is truly, truly sorry for what she did to me.

I spank her. She cries out, head thrashing side to side on her pillow, while she holds her dress above her hips and her thighs open for me, as I spank her sopping wet pussy, the ruler finding its mark again and again with satisfying squish sounds, drops of pussy juice splattering as the wood meets her aching flesh again and again.

"What's my name?"

*SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!*

"Say my name, Layla."

*SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!*

"What is it? What's my name?"

*SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!*

"Say it."

*SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!*

Layla wails in anguish and ecstasy as the ruler connects with her aching, dripping sex again and again. Her hips buck erratically, trying to escape the relentless stimulation even as her body craves more. Tears stream down her face as she thrashes on the desk, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations.

"I don't know!" she finally screams, the confession tearing from her throat like a prayer.

"I don't know! I don't know! Please tell me, so I can scream it as you ravage my body. I want to surrender to you. I want to be completely owned by you, but I don't know your name. Please! Tell me your name, so I can scream it!"

To be continued in chapter 8...