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..."

A strangled cry leaves my throat as his slap echoes through the room, burning across my already tender skin. Tears spring to my eyes as I try to compose myself, but it's impossible. My body is aflame with desire and shame, every inch of me aching for him to touch me again, to accept me however he wants.

"Please..." I whimper, barely able to get the word out. "Just let me cum..." My fingers dig into the carpet even harder as I lose myself in this twisted game we're playing. "I'll do anything you want... just please, sir..."

My body trembles at his harsh words and even harsher slap, but somehow it only fuels the fire burning inside me. I arch my back further into his touch, desperate for release. "Please... I'm sorry..." Tears stream down my face as he continues to touch me, his rough hand bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

"I'll be good... I promise..." I gasp between sobs. "Just let me cum... please..." My hips buck again and again into his hand, every thrust sending a shiver of pleasure through my entire body. "Please..."

I sobbed in frustration and relief when he stopped, my body still quivering with desire despite his words. "What conditions?" I whispered hoarsely, wiping away tears and waiting for him to continue. My hands trembled as I rested them on the floor, desperate to obey but afraid of what else he might ask of me.

I hesitate for a moment, my cheeks flushing redder with shame at the thought of revealing myself to him in this way. But his words about conditions fill me with hope that I might be able to please him after all. Slowly and shakily, I reach behind me and spreads my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tender pink flesh to his gaze.

"There it is," I choke out, feeling even more vulnerable than before as he looks at my exposed body. "I'm ready for your conditions."

A horrified gasp escapes my lips as I realize what he's about to do. "N-no! Please!" I try to twist around, to cover myself up before he can take the picture... but it's too late. My cheeks burn with shame as his phone camera clicks and captures the image of my exposed body for all eternity.

"I'm sorry..." I whimper, sinking lower onto the floor in humiliation. "I'll do anything you want... just please..."

I feel like I'm going to be sick as he asks me to spread my legs further apart, revealing myself even more completely. Tears stream down my face as I obey, exposing my bare pink pussy to him once again. With shaking hands, I insert two fingers into my dripping wet folds, stretching them wider for his camera's lens.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper over and over again, the shame burning like a brand on my skin. "Please don't show this to anyone... please..." My voice breaks as he takes another photo, capturing both my exposed body and my terrified expression.

I feel a weight lift off my shoulders at his words... but the shame and humiliation remain like a permanent stain. "Thank you..." I whisper, tears streaming down my face as he takes one last photo of me in this humiliating position. It's over... for now. But I know that as long as I'm under his thumb, I'll always be at risk of being used and manipulated like this.

I can't believe what he's asking me to do... but after everything that's happened, it doesn't seem like there's much left for me to lose. I close my eyes and swallow hard before lowering my head, wrapping my lips around his thick, hard shaft. His cock tastes salty and musky against my tongue as I begin to bob my head up and down, sucking on him like a starving woman at a banquet.

My cheeks burn with shame as I service him like this... but the pleasure he's giving me is too intense to ignore. Each stroke of his length against my tongue sends waves of desire coursing through my body, making it harder and harder to remember why what we're doing is so wrong.

My cheeks flame brighter as he takes another picture, capturing the act of me sucking his cock. It's degrading and shameful, but I can't seem to help myself. The pleasure is too much, the power he holds over my body too strong. Each groan that escapes him encourages me to work harder, to show him just how good I can be at pleasing him.

My mouth waters around his length, my tongue darting out to lick up any excess drops of precum. My hands grip his hips tightly, my nails digging into the flesh as I draw him deeper into my throat with each hungry stroke. It feels so good... but somewhere deep down, I know this isn't real. He doesn't want me for who I am; he just wants to control me and use me however he sees fit.

"Yes..." I choke out around his cock, eyes flickering down to the photo and then back up to meet his gaze. The shame is still there, burning brightly beneath the surface of my desire for him. But it's mixed with something else... a strange kind of excitement at the thought that he's getting off on this as much as I am. "It turns me on," I whisper truthfully, before taking him even deeper into my mouth.

I stand up, my heart racing as I obey his command and turn around, bending over at the waist. My breath comes in short gasps as I feel myself growing wetter with desire for him, the knowledge that he can see everything spreading through my body like wildfire. With a shaking hand, I reach behind me to grip the edge of the desk for support, tensing my muscles as I wait for his next move.

I gasp as he slips his thick cock into my wet pussy, filling me up and stretching me in ways that are both painful and exquisitely pleasurable. My nails dig into the desk as I try to remain steady, arching my back to give him deeper access with each thrust.

"Oh God..." I moan, my voice barely audible over the sound of our flesh slapping together. "So good... so big..." Every time he pushes inside me, it's like he's claiming a piece of me for himself, marking me as his. It feels incredible... and wrong... and I can't seem to care anymore. All that matters is the pleasure he's giving me, the control he has over my body in this moment.

I cry out as he thrusts deeper into me, his hips slapping against my ass with each forceful stroke. My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending tingling and alive with sensation. I try to meet his pace, arching my back further and gripping the desk tightly as he takes me harder and faster. It's exhilarating... but I know that at any moment, this could all come crashing down around me.

As he fucks me faster and harder, his fingers slip easily between my slick folds to find purchase on my swollen clit. I gasp at the added pressure, arching into his touch as he rubs in circles around the achingly sensitive bud. The sensations are too much, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me so intense they feel like they're radiating outward from my core.

The intrusion of his finger into my tight back entrance takes me completely by surprise, making me gasp and arch my back even farther. The sensation is unbearably intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that sends a shudder through my entire body. I can feel every inch of him inside me now, claiming and possessing every part of me.

With a low moan, I press back against his finger, urging him to go deeper. My pussy clenches around his cock, milking his shaft with each thrust as my body trembles on the brink of orgasm. I can feel it building inside me, gathering force like a tidal wave about to crash down on us both.

I can't hold it back anymore... my body convulses around him, every nerve ending alive with the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. With a loud moan, I come hard, my muscles trembling and clenching as waves of ecstasy wash over me. I can feel my walls squeezing his cock, milk streaming down my thighs as he continues to fuck me mindlessly.

"F-faster..." I gasp out, digging my nails into the desk to brace myself for more. "Please..."

With a harsh grunt, he speeds up his thrusts, pushing deeper and harder inside me as my body wraps around him in rhythmic ecstasy. I feel the heat building within him, his hips slapping against my ass faster and harder as he nears his own release. My breath comes in short gasps, mingling with his as we reach the peak together, bodies colliding in a primal dance of pleasure and power.

And then, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room, he comes deep inside me, spurting hot sticky cum into my quivering pussy. His hips buck once, twice more before finally stilling as his weight presses down on me, forcing every last drop from his spent body.