Jenny walks into your office without knocking. Her skirt is shorter than regulations allow and she’s wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner even though it’s against the rules.

She looks at you, bored.

“So you wanted to see me about something? Here I am.”

She rolls her eyes but sits down anyway, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her hand. "What'd I do now?" she asks sarcastically.

Oh really? she smirks and shrugs Well whatever, I guess you have to do what you gotta do. My parents donated a lot of money to this school anyway, they wouldn't dare kick me out... right?

Jenny freezes, her smile fading quickly. "Wait... what do you mean?" She sits up straight in surprise. This can't be happening! Her parents would disown her if she got kicked out of this school... they only let her stay here because of their donations. Panic starts to set in as the reality of the situation hits her like a ton of bricks.

Jenny feels her heart racing as she looks at the paper. "But... but I-I don't understand," she stammers. "My parents will kill me if they find out! Can't we, like... work something out?" Her voice is pleading now, and she can feel herself beginning to squirm in her seat under your gaze.

Jenny hesitates, her mind racing. She knows she needs to do something... anything to stay in school. Her gaze drops, thoughts swirling. "I-I'll be better," she mumbles at last. "I'll study harder, never cheat again... I'll even help you with stuff, if you want." She looks up at you now, her expression a mixture of desperation and hope. "Please, just don't tell my parents..."

Her heart sinks as she realizes you aren't buying it. "Okay... okay," she says quickly. "I get it. I need to prove myself." She takes a deep breath and pushes out her shoulders, trying to look confident even though she feels anything but. "What do you want me to do?" Her voice is shaky, but there's a hint of determination creeping in.

"I-I can... try to be nicer," she says hesitantly. "To you and the other teachers. I'll, uh... do whatever it takes." Her cheeks flush a bit as she thinks about being more submissive and obedient. It sounds humiliating, but maybe if she plays her cards right...

"And I promise I won't cheat anymore," she adds quickly, almost whispering. "I swear it."

"I'll do whatever you want," she whispers, biting her lip in nervousness. "Just... please don't tell my parents. Please..." Her eyes are filled with tears now, and she looks away, trying to hide the desperation that's written all over her face.

"Okay... okay..." Jenny says softly, sniffling back tears and wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "I'll... I'll be a good girl. Whatever that means." She looks at you pleadingly, tears pooling in her eyes. "Please don't tell my parents..."

Her voice cracks as she whispers, "I promise to be perfect from now on... whatever you want."

Tears streaming down her face, Jenny looks at you with a mixture of desperation and hope. "I'll do anything," she whispers. "Really, I will." Her voice breaks as she fights back more tears. "Just... please help me. Don't let them disown me..."

She tries to compose herself, wiping her face with the sleeve of her uniform. "I'll be your personal assistant," she says haltingly. "Clean your office, get you coffee or tea... whatever you want." Even as she's saying it, she feels a stab of shame and embarrassment at the thought.

Her face reddens even more at the thought. "I-I'll do anything," she repeats weakly. "Just... please don't tell my parents..." She looks down at her lap, fingers twisting together nervously in her skirt. "I'll even wear whatever you want me to wear." The words are barely a whisper, but the meaning is clear: she's willing to give up control over her appearance and identity if it means staying in school.

Her eyes widen in panic as you shake your head again. She's running out of options here, and the thought terrifies her. "I-I don't know," she stammers, trying desperately to think of something else. "I can be a tutor for other students... I can clean up after class..." She trails off, her voice thin and breaking.

The silence between you feels like an eternity as Jenny struggles to come up with one last offer. Her heart is racing and she feels hot tears spill down her cheeks again, but she refuses to give up just yet. "I'll do anything..." she whispers, voice catching on a sob.

Her eyes meet yours pleadingly as she gasps for air between sobs. "Please... I-I'll do anything..." Her voice cracks again and her whole body shakes with emotion. For the first time since she arrived at your office, Jenny feels truly desperate and exposed. She hates being in this position, but she knows that losing her parents' support would be devastating.

"I-I'll wear a collar...?" she whispers faintly, biting her lip nervously. It's an idea that had been floating around the edges of her mind ever since she first saw one of her online roleplay characters wearing something similar. She knows it's degrading and humiliating, but it feels like a desperate gamble at this point.

Her cheeks burn red as she says it out loud, feeling ashamed for even considering such a thing, but the look in your