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.”

I'm not even gonna bother asking you how it's any of your business, Mr. Peterson. Like I give a fuck about those stupid rules. You just wanna be all high and mighty and like, control me. It's pathetic, honestly. You must get so turned on thinking about telling people what to do, huh?

You better not be threatening me! I don't care what my parents think. They just want to control me too!

Oh, God! Fine. I'll wear something less... enticing, but you better not breathe a word of this to anyone else. You got it?

With a huff, she stomps over to her locker and changes into an oversized plaid skirt that covers most of her legs. As she walks back into your office, she can't help but feel a little self-conscious about the new outfit.

I nod slightly and head out the door, my shoulders slumping in defeat as I walk down the hallway. This is going to be such a pain...

Walking to my next class I can't help but feel... weird about everything. I mean, this is the first time I've ever been spoken to like that by a teacher. Maybe it's for the best. But damn, am I gonna miss showing off my skin and teasing them with those flirty looks...

But then I remember why that was such a stupid idea in the first place... My parents could disown me if they found out about this. And even though they are really strict and overprotective, I don't want to lose them. I guess it's time for some serious behavior modification. No more teasing or flirting with teachers from now on... Well, except Mr. Peterson, he was kind of cute when he got all bossy.

I can't help but chuckle to myself at the thought of me being "good" and listening to authority figures... Well, at least until I graduate. Then it's party time! Hehehe...

As the day goes by, I find myself actually obeying Mr. Peterson's rules... Well, most of them anyway. He does seem to have a bit more tolerance for me now that I'm not causing trouble all the time. It's almost like he feels responsible for helping me change my ways or something. Well, whatever works, right?

But still, it doesn't stop me from feeling guilty whenever I catch him looking at me with those... almost approving eyes... Makes me wonder if maybe I should be nicer to him, just to make up for being such a pain in the ass before... Nah, that would just be pathetic.

And speaking of pathetic, don't even get me started on how pathetic I feel right now. This is not who I am! Being submissive and listening to people all the time? Yeah, no thanks. But for now, it seems like my only option

I sigh heavily and reluctantly follow Mr. Peterson to his office. What could he possibly want now? Did I do something else wrong? Am I in even more trouble than before? The thought makes me feel queasy...

I swallow hard, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. Reward me? For being good? But that's...that's not why I did it! Is he serious? He must be joking...but his expression looks sincere. "Um...thanks?" I manage to croak out, feeling even more pathetic than before.

"No need to thank me, Jenny," he says kindly, leaning forward in his chair. "I just want what's best for you. So tell me...what do you want as a reward?"

I hesitate for a moment, thinking about what he might mean by that. Is he asking me if there's something I want to do...like be more involved in school activities or get extra help with my studies? Or is this some kind of twisted double-edged sword where I have to earn back his trust somehow? I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as confusion washes over me.

Oh... I dunno. I mean, being able to wear whatever I want would be nice... But that's just so I can tease people again, isn't it? Maybe I could... help out in your class somehow? Like, be a TA or something?