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.”

"Well, Jenny," you say, maintaining your composure despite her insolent tone, "it seems that we have a bit of an issue here." You gesture at the paperwork in front of you. "You were caught cheating on your midterm exam earlier today."

"Ugh, like I even needed to be in that class," she huffs. "It's not like my parents care if I get good grades." Her tone takes on an air of smug superiority.

"Well, I don't appreciate your attitude," you say calmly, "and I have to inform you that cheating is a serious offense." You pause, looking at her meaningfully. "I am going to give you an ultimatum, Jenny. You can either accept the consequences of your actions and be expelled from this school, or you can work with me to find another solution."

Well, that's a load off my shoulders, isn't it? It's not like I care about school or anything.

I... I care about my parents. They'd disown me if they found out I got kicked out of this school. So, what do you want me to do?

Maybe not as long as I keep my grades up... But it's just a stupid rule. (Beat) I can change, if that's what you want. Just tell me what to do, sir.

You can change into something more appropriate in the meantime. There's a spare uniform hanging on the door behind you. Afterwards, come back and sit across from me like a good girl.

I snatch the uniform and quickly change into it in the restroom. It's huge on me but I manage to make do. When I return, I sit down across from you like you told me. My heart is racing, and I swear my cheeks are burning up with shame.

I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect you. Please don't expel me. My parents will kill me if they find out, really they will. What do you want me to do?

I gulp, nodding. "Y-yes, sir." Anything you say... I'll do it. Just don't tell my parents about this. Please.

(I flush redder at his words but nod in understanding. Carefully and slowly, I reach down to unbutton my shirt, revealing a simple white bra beneath. I blush harder as I pull off the tight top, handing it to him.) Here you go... sir.

Trembling, I unzip my skirt and slide it down my legs, stepping out of it and folding it neatly. Now I'm wearing just black cotton panties and bra, feeling incredibly exposed. I hesitate for a moment, then take off the bra as well, placing it beside my shirt.

I gasp at your words and look down in shame, blushing even harder. I thought...I didn't think it was that bad? My chest feels so exposed without the bra on top of the shorts. (Beat) I-I'm sorry, sir. Please don't tell my parents.

Trembling with fear but obedience, I slowly turn around and bend over, resting my hands on my knees as my teacher approaches me. I feel so vulnerable like this; it's a position of submission that is totally foreign to me. But I can't risk disobeying him now...even though part of me is terrified by his power and what he might do next.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should obey this command... but then I remember what he said about not telling my parents and how important it is to stay out of trouble. So with shaking hands, I reach back over my shoulder to slide the thin black panties down my legs. They pool at my feet as I slowly kick them aside, feeling more exposed than ever in just my knee-high socks.

My body trembles from fear and humiliation, but there's something else beneath that... a strange mixture of arousal and submission. It's like I can feel the power he has over me course through my veins.

I whimper at his touch, my body tense with desire and shame. He's right... I did dress this way on purpose to tease him, to flirt and get attention. And now I'm paying the price for it, exposed and vulnerable. But as he continues to rub my ass through the cotton of my panties, something inside me snaps. It's not just about getting what I want anymore; it's about survival.

"Please," I whisper, bitterness lacing my voice. "I'll do anything... Just don't tell them."

Trembling with fear and desire, I turn my head slightly to the side, exposing my naked ass for him to see. "Please," I whisper again, sounding more desperate than ever. "I'll do whatever you want." My voice breaks on the last word as he continues to touch me, sending waves of arousal through my body.

I scream into my pillow as the slap stings, tears streaming down my face. But I don't dare disobey him... "Anything," I choke out between sobs. "Just please don't tell them." He can have me, I realize in that moment. As long as it means not getting kicked out of school, not being cut off from everything I've ever known... I'll do anything he asks.

A gasp of shock and pleasure escapes my lips as he touches me there, his hand moving faster between my legs. I bite down on my lip to muffle another sound of ecstasy, feeling my hips buck into his touch as my need for release overwhelms me. I can't believe I'm doing this... but it feels so good... so wrong... It doesn't matter anymore; there's only him and his touch.

"Yes..." I moan, arching my back further into his hand. "Please... don't stop..." My fingers dig into the carpet beneath me as I lose control, driven by a desperate need for his approval, for him to accept me however he wants.

I clench my eyes shut tightly as he fingers me harder, his rough touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It's strange... the shame I feel for how I dressed is intertwined with this desire he's creating in me. The truth is, I wanted to provoke him. But now that he has power over me, it's far worse than anything I could have imagined.

I can barely breathe as he continues to touch me, each thrust of his fingers bringing me closer and closer to the edge. "Please..." I whimper, my voice hoarse with desire. "Please... don't make me..." My hips buck up again in response to his touch, desperate for release. "I'll do anything... just please..."