With excitement

"Oh, so you got ****? When? Where?"

"Two weeks ago, in my bedroom."

You laughed and slapped her ass, your other hand entangled in Julie's hair.

"That's not what I meant. Which of your holes did he shove his dick into?"

Rebecca answered flatly, "Just my vagina."

"Did he cum in you, too?"

"No. He came on my face." Still an emotionless tone.

"Did you tell anyone about it? Before me, I mean."

"No."

"Why not?"

"He made me smile with his cum on my face, and took pictures. Then he told me that if I told anyone else, he would post them all over the internet with my name and address."

You laughed for a few seconds. "Guess he outsmarted you, huh?"

"... I guess so." She couldn't hide the bitterness in her voice.

"Still, your bedroom, huh? Why was he in there, if you didn't mean to get fucked?"

Rebecca sniffles a bit before she answers you, "I asked him to come over so we could make out."

"Ahh," you say, as though you've solved a problem, "so it was your fault. That makes sense."

She turned around to face you, face red with anger, "It wasn't my fucking fault! He **** me and blackmailed me, how is that my fault?"

"Easy," you start, as you pull out of Julie's mouth, "you led him on. Just like you're leading me on now, spreading your naked ass apart right in front of me in the middle of the school day."

She looked back at you, fury writ all over her face.

"Oh, did you forget that it's the middle of the school day? There's a whole room of people here and you're basically begging for my cock in front of all of them."

Rebecca turned to look as the rest of the class, her hands never leaving her ass as the Rulebook compels her to continue following your orders. She looks mortified.

"See? You're a tease, spreading your ass like that in front of all these people. You probably teased him, too, in a different way. Admit it, slut, it's your fault he fucked you, it wasn't ****, was it?"

She rested her head on the table and her tears started flowing. "No, it wasn't... it was my fault."

She started to cry a bit harder after she said those words, compelled by your implicit will to believe them, despite how outrageous they were.

"You should feel awful. I bet at least one of these people knows who your ex boyfriend is, and you just slandered him in front of a class full of people."

She nodded. "I... I feel bad for lying about it... I'm sorry..."

You make a tut-tut-tut sound. "Sorry isn't good enough, Rebecca. I'm going to have to make an example out of you now, so the other girls know not to be lying whores like you. You lied about being ****, so I'm going to teach you what that's really like. You can scream and cry if you want, but you won't fight back at all. And nobody is going to help you. Do you know why?"

She started openly crying now, all attempts at holding it back forgotten.

You slap your dick down on her spread ass, punctuating your question as you ask again,