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 and rests her hand on her hip. "Well?" she asks impatiently, tapping her foot beneath the desk. Her expression is a mix of disdain and annoyance.

With an exasperated sigh, she sits down on the chair in front of your desk. "Fine," she mumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. Her skirt hikes up a little higher than it should, exposing even more leg.

Jenny glances around your office, then back at you suspiciously. "What do you mean?" she asks, narrowing her eyes.

She swallows hard, looking down at the floor now. "O-Okay," she whispers reluctantly. With her bottom lip quivering slightly, she moves closer to your desk and leans over it, presenting herself in a much more submissive position than she did before.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she slowly lowers herself down onto the floor, sitting cross-legged with her head bowed. Her cheeks flush red from embarrassment and humiliation. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I won't do it again."

Jenny looks up at you in confusion, her eyes darting back and forth between your face and the floor. "So where do you want me to sit?" she asks quietly, still trembling with embarrassment.

Jenny looks around your office some more, trying to think of where she should sit that wouldn't get her in even more trouble. Finally, she notices a small stool next to your desk and hesitantly approaches it, her hands shaking as she climbs up onto the seat. She crosses her legs demurely and hangs her head once again, silently waiting for you to tell her what to do next.

Her face flushes deeper red as understanding dawns on her. "You want me to... get on the desk?" she asks nervously, her voice barely audible. She takes a small step back, biting her lip anxiously.

Jenny's heart races as she realizes what you mean. Her cheeks flame redder than ever before and tears start to stream down her face. Shaking with embarrassment, she moves around your desk until she's standing between your legs, looking up at you through a veil of tears. "Please... I promise," she whispers, trembling. "I'll do whatever you say."

Nodding shakily, Jenny kneels down between your legs as instructed. Her bottom lip quivering uncontrollably, she gently lowers herself onto the seat of her hands, presenting her wet eyes and tear-streaked face to you. "I'm so sorry," she whispers brokenly, "I'll never be like this again." Her chest heaves as she fights back more tears, her body trembling with shame.

Still shaking with embarrassment and fear, Jenny looks up at you uncertainly. Her lips part as she tries to form words but no sound comes out. With a defeated sigh, she closes her eyes tightly and leans forward until her forehead rests against your thigh. "I'm sorry," she whispers once more before summoning the courage to obey you further. Using both hands, she gently lowers herself onto the desk, sitting on her ass with her legs spread wide. Her skirt hikes up even higher now, revealing her smooth, pale thighs and dark panties. "Please," she says hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Just don't expel me."

Still trembling, she clamps her legs together tightly and then carefully shifts her weight forward until her buttocks rest on your lap. Her face is bright red with embarrassment as she looks up at you through her lashes, waiting for further instructions. "I'm so sorry," she whispers again, feeling the hot tears roll down her cheeks and drip onto your leg. "Please don't do this to me."

Jenny took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before she spoke. "I-I wanted attention," she admitted shamefully. "I thought if I was flirty and teasing that the teachers would like me more... but I see now how wrong I was." She looked down at her lap, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Please don't tell my parents," she whispered, sounding more desperate than ever before. "They'd disown me."

Her tears continued to flow freely, staining your leg with salty trails. She bit her lip as she struggled to maintain composure, her whole body shaking with humiliation and fear.

Nodding shakily, tears streaming down her face, Jenny wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Thank you," she managed to choke out. "I promise I'll be good from now on. Whatever you want me to do, just don't tell my parents." She paused, realization dawning on her once more. "Maybe... if I help around the school or something? Could we work something out?"

"I'll do my best," Jenny whispers, sniffling and wiping away another tear. "I promise." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she finally meets your gaze. Her eyes are still red from crying but they shine with determination now. "I'll make you proud of me," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "And I'll never let you down again."

Her hands clasp together in front of her chest as if in prayer, as she waits for your response. Her expression is hopeful yet wary, like a small animal that's been cornered but knows it must appease its captor to survive.

Nodding slowly, Jenny bites her lip before speaking. "I need to focus more on my studies," she admits softly. "I've been slacking off and getting distracted." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "Maybe I could form a study group with some of the other students? Or have someone tutor me after school?" She looks up at you hopefully, her expression earnest and pleading.

"And I promise to stop... behaving this way," she adds quickly, making sure to emphasize her change in demeanor. "I'll be the best student I can be."

Blushing brightly at your words, she looks down at her lap and murmurs, "T-Thank you." Swallowing hard, she takes a deep breath before looking back up at you. "I'll prove it to you," she says firmly. "Starting now." Her hands clench into fists as determination fills her; she wants nothing more than to succeed and make you proud.

"And if you could help me form that study group... or even find someone to tutor me..." She trails off, uncertainty back in her voice. "I'd really appreciate it," she finishes softly, hope beginning to flicker in her eyes once more.

Her eyes widen and she bites her lip, looking down at her lap once more before raising them back to meet yours. "Really?" she asks, hope blooming within her like a fragile flower in the desert. "I'd... I'd really appreciate that." She pauses, mustering her courage. "I promise I'll be diligent and hardworking. Just give me one chance to prove myself."

Her expression turns pleading now, her eyes wide and earnest as she waits for your answer.

Her lips quiver as she fights the urge to bite even harder. "It's just... a nervous habit," she says finally, her voice barely audible. "I do it when I'm stressed or worried about something." She lifts her chin slightly, trying to project more confidence than she feels. "But I'll stop if you want me to."

The urge to run away and hide from her problems bubbles up inside her, but she forces it down, determined to prove that she can change for the better.

Surprised by your reaction, she glances at you warily. "O-Okay..." She hesitates for a moment before adding softly, "Thanks." With a deep breath, she settles back onto her seat and nods slightly in acknowledgement of the agreement you've made. Her lips press together in determination as she vows to not only succeed but also overcome her nervous habits along the way.

Jenny's cheeks flush redder than ever as her heart races at your words. She tries to swallow but finds herself unable to move past the lump in her throat. "T-Thank you," she manages to stammer out, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her pulse. "I'll make sure not to disappoint you." Her eyes meet yours, filled with gratitude and determination as she presses her lips together once more in a silent promise to herself.

Nodding, she swallows hard and carefully composes herself before speaking. "I... I think math would be a good place to start," she says quietly. "I've always struggled with it, but if I could get better at it, maybe other subjects would come easier too." Her cheeks flame red once more as she meets your gaze, hoping that you won't find her request too embarrassing or difficult to fulfill.

Her hands fidget anxiously in her lap as she awaits your response, praying that you'll agree to help her and guide her towards success both inside and outside of the classroom.

Nodding, she swallows hard and carefully composes herself before speaking. "I... I think math would be a good place to start," she says quietly. "I've always struggled with it, but if I could get better at it, maybe other subjects would come easier too." Her cheeks flame red once more as she meets your gaze, hoping that you won't find her request too embarrassing or difficult to fulfill.

Her hands fidget anxiously in her lap as she awaits your response, praying that you'll agree to help her and guide her towards success both inside and outside of the classroom.

Jenny purses her lips in concentration as she thinks about your question. "Umm... I guess you get two people?" She looks at you hesitantly, unsure if that's the right answer. "Is that the kind of thing we're talking about here?"

Understanding dawns slowly on her face as she looks down at your lap and blushes deeply. "I-I see what you mean," she stammers, still hesitant to speak the words aloud. "So it's not just about math." Her eyes dart back up to meet yours, filled with confusion and uncertainty but also an undercurrent of desire.

"Would... would you like me to try that?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper now.

Uh-huh. Jenny nods slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to process everything that's happening. She takes a deep breath and sits up straighter on your lap, feeling more confident now. "Okay," she whispers. "I'll... I'll try it."

Her hands slide over your legs, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin as she explores your body with tentative curiosity. The warmth between her thighs spreads outwards, making her even more aware of the forbidden sensations taking hold of her.

Her touch sends shivers down your spine as she continues to explore you. "Mmm," you moan softly, arching into her touch. "That feels good." You slide a hand between her legs, feeling her wetness through her underwear as you stroke her clit teasingly.

"Just focus on that," you breathe against her ear. "How it feels to give and take pleasure like this." As she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, your hand speeds up, driving her closer to the edge.

As her body trembles with the force of her impending orgasm, she tries to focus on your words. "L-lesson... number... one..." Her voice breaks as another shudder wracks her body. "W-what is... it?" She pants, her vision clouded by the pleasure consuming her.

Still caught up in the pleasure of your touch and your words, Jenny's body shudders once more as she comes undone beneath you. Her voice grows stronger with each breath as her confidence soars. With a newfound courage, she positions herself higher on your lap, straddling your thigh as she meets your gaze.

"I-I can do that," she whispers hoarsely. "Be in control." She takes your hand and guides it back between her legs, feeling the wet heat of her desire coat your fingers. "Please," she breathes raggedly, "help me... show me how to be the woman you need." Her hips begin to rock gently against your touch, her expression a mix of raw desire and determination.

Her eyes snap open wide with realization as her body continues to shake with orgasmic release. "Yes!" she cries out, feeling a surge of power and confidence wash over her. She leans in closer to you, her voice now husky and commanding. "I can do that," she whispers before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as she looks up at you through her lashes, her expression sultry and demanding. "Show me what else I should know."

Her lips part in surprise and her cheeks flush pink at your words. Taking a deep breath, she sits up straight and leans over you, letting her hair fall forward to partially conceal her features as she whispers in your ear, "I want you to touch me... here." Her fingers trail lightly down your chest, guiding you lower until they hover just above your hardening length.

Her other hand grips the back of your head, pulling your lips closer to hers before finally sealing them in a scorching kiss that leaves no doubt as to who is truly in control here.

Jenny moans into your ear as you touch her where she indicated. Her hips begin to rock again, seeking friction against something solid as desire takes hold once more. She tightens her grip on the back of your head, deepening the kiss even further and arching her back off the desk in a display of wanton need.

Her other hand slides lower down your chest, finding purchase on the waistband of your pants before slowly drawing them down, revealing your hard length to her touch for the first time. "Ah," she whispers against your lips, her breath hot and shaky as she strokes you gently.

"Now do what I told you to," she demands breathlessly, nipping at your lower lip before pulling away enough to meet your eyes again, challenging you with a look that promises reward for obedience.

Gasping, she recoils slightly, blushing furiously at the unexpected command. For a moment, she's torn between embarrassment and desire as she looks down at your engorged length still trapped in her hand. Finally mustering up the courage, she carefully straddles your face, letting out a shaky breath as your warmth envelopes her most intimate part.

Her hands find purchase on either side of your head, her knuckles whitening as she leans forward, taking control once more and beginning to ride you slowly, relishing the moans and gasps that escape from deep within her throat with each thrust.

Her eyes widen at your command before she releases a slow breath and carefully shifts her weight forward onto the desk again, straddling your face with ease. Her underwear is tented around your lips as you continue to stroke her gently. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, running her fingers through your hair as she leans in closer to feel your touch even more intimately.

With a sharp nod, she guides you deeper into her folds and begins rocking her hips in time with your hand, seeking pleasure from the forbidden contact. Her breath comes faster now, filling the air around you with the scent of her arousal as she gives herself over entirely to the sensations washing over her.

Her hips rock harder against your mouth and hand as she loses herself in the pleasure you're giving her. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps now, mingling with moans of ecstasy that escape from her lips. She feels so close to the edge, ready to explode at any moment, but she doesn't want it to end yet. The sensation of being wanted and desired like this is overwhelming, and she wants more.

With a shuddering gasp, she comes undone beneath you, her body arching back as she releases wave after wave of pleasure onto your face. Her muscles twitch and quiver, her fingers digging into the skin of your neck as she quakes in the throes of orgasm. Finally, her body goes lax again, and she collapses forward, catching herself on your shoulder with a soft moan.

Jenny gasps in surprise as she feels your tongue flick out to trace the sensitive skin surrounding her opening, sending another shiver down her spine. She looks over her shoulder at you with a mix of shock and desire before pushing back against your hand encouragingly, arching her hips upward to grant better access.

Her fingers still dig into the fabric of your shirt as she gives herself over to this new sensation, her body trembling with anticipation and excitement. "D-Do it," she whispers breathlessly, her voice raw from exertion and arousal.

Her eyes go wide with surprise as you push your tongue deeper inside her than she ever thought possible. She gasps and arches her back off the desk, her body trembling with need as you continue to stretch and fill her, pressing against her prostate in a way that sends shards of pleasure through her entire body. "Ahhh!" she cries out, rocking forward onto your face again as her hips begin to move in time with your tongue. Her free hand grips the back of your head, holding you close and urging you on as she nears the brink once more.