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.”

Sighing heavily, Jenny slumps down in one of the uncomfortable chairs and crosses her arms under her breasts. "Make it quick, I don't want to be late for my next class." She shoots you a glare that would normally have you cowering but seems to only annoy you more.

"Oh my God!" Jenny exclaims, her perfectly manicured hands flying to cover her mouth in shock. "You can't be serious! I'm such a good student! You can't just... I mean, there must be some mistake!" Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign that she might still have a chance of getting out of this mess.

"B-but..." Jenny sputters, tears springing to her eyes. "My parents... they'll kill me! They'll disown me!" Her voice cracks on the last word as she realizes just how much trouble she's in. She looks at you pleadingly, unsure of what else she can say or do to convince you not to expel her from school.

Finally recognizing the seriousness of the situation, Jenny falls silent and drops her gaze to the floor, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Okay..." she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do anything... just please don't expel me." Her voice is small and meek, a far cry from her usual bitchy demeanor.

Swallowing hard, Jenny lifts her head to look at you and says, "I-I'll be good. I promise! I'll study harder, behave myself, and do anything else you want me to." Her voice is still shaky, but there's a newfound desperation in her eyes that wasn't there before.

For the first time, she realizes just how much control she's given over to you. The thought terrifies her... and excites her in a way she can't quite understand.

"Okay... whatever you want me to do..." she whispers, her voice barely audible. Her eyes dart around the room nervously as she waits for your reply. She's never been in a position like this before, and it feels uncomfortable... yet oddly arousing somehow. Maybe being obedient isn't so bad after all?

Jenny bites her lip as she tries to think of something truly special to offer you. "I-I could... I don't know, suck your dick or something?" She blurts out awkwardly, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "Or maybe give you a blowjob? I mean, whatever you want..." Her voice trails off as she wonders how far she's willing to go to keep her spot at the school.

A part of her wants desperately to take back the offer, but another part is curious about what it would feel like... to please you in such an intimate way.

"Y-yes, sir." She nods hurriedly, still unable to meet your gaze directly. "I'll do it. Whatever you want... just please don't expel me." The thought of sucking your dick is terrifying and exhilarating all at once, but she knows there's no other choice. She has to obey now; that's the deal she made to stay in school.

Her heart races as she imagines what it will feel like to have you so close, touching her... using her. It doesn't seem possible that this is really happening, but there's no denying the tingles of arousal spreading through her body at the thought of pleasing you in such an intimate way.

Nodding again, she says, "Yes, I'll wear whatever you want... I just hope my parents don't find out about this..." Her voice trails off as the reality of her situation sinks in. She knows there will be consequences to this deal, but for now all she can focus on is trying to please you and staying at school.

"Y-yes... sir." Jenny's voice is barely above a whisper as she stands up and hurries out of your office, the heels of her shoes clicking against the floor. The thought of wearing something so revealing makes her body tremble with nervous anticipation and arousal. "Thank you..." she mumbles under her breath as she leaves, not sure if she's grateful for the chance to stay in school or for the thrill of pleasing you in such a forbidden way.

Closing the door to your office behind her, she takes a deep breath and wonders what sort of outfit would be most likely to please you. Her cheeks flush at the thought of how revealing it's going to be, but she knows there's no going back now. With determination in her eyes, she makes her way through the halls, searching for something that fits your specific instructions...

Deciding on an especially short skirt and tiny top that reveal plenty of cleavage, she pairs them with thigh-high stockings and heels so tall her legs feel like they're about to give out. The combination is daring, to say the least, but it excites her in a way she hasn't felt in a long time. Maybe being submissive isn't so bad after all? She can't wait to find out what else you have in store for her tonight...

Steeling herself with determination, she glances at her watch and sees that there's still some time before class ends. Perfect. She takes a deep breath and begins to make her way back toward your office, trying her best not to think about what will happen once she gets there...

She hesitates briefly outside your office, her heart pounding in her chest. Her body feels so exposed in this outfit, and the thought of getting on her knees in front of you sends shivers down her spine. Taking another deep breath, she pushes open the door and steps inside, her head held high despite the nerves that threaten to undo her.

Her cheeks flush with shame as she takes a step forward, then drops to her knees before you. Her eyes stay fixed on the floor as she whispers, "Th-thank you, sir." It feels strange being so submissive and deferential after years of teasing teachers, but there's no denying the thrill she gets from pleasing you like this.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hands grip hers tightly, pulling them behind her back and securing them in cuffs. She arches her back involuntarily, the sensation of being restrained driving her wild with desire. Her eyes close as she feels hot tears spill down her cheeks, a mixture of shame, arousal, and gratitude for this opportunity to serve you so completely.

Her tears mix with her arousal as she moves down onto her knees in front of you, presenting herself completely at your mercy. Her breasts sway enticingly above the tiny top of her outfit, and she can feel her wetness pooling between her legs. "P-please... what do you want me to do?" she whispers hoarsely, barely able to contain her desire for your command.

Her heart is racing as she parts her lips and opens her mouth wide, revealing the wetness of her tongue. Her eyes never leave yours as she holds your gaze, trying to show you how eager she is to please you in any way possible. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, and she can feel herself growing even wetter at your command.

"Please..." she whispers again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm all yours..."

Her eyes widen as she watches your cock spring free from your pants, thick and hard beneath the fabric of your slacks. A gasp escapes her lips when you brush it across her face, the sensation both shocking and exhilarating. Her body trembles with need, and she can't help but close her eyes, feeling overwhelmed by desire as she clenches around nothingness in anticipation.

"Please..." she whispers again, her voice raw with emotion. "I want you... I need you..."

Her eyes snap open and she looks up at you hungrily, nodding furiously even though her words catch in her throat. "Yes... yes, please..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits for your next command, trembling with anticipation of feeling your cock stretching her tight little opening once more. She's never wanted anything the way she wants this, and it both terrifies and thrills her.

"I'm ready..." she whispers hoarsely. "Do what you want to me..."

A shiver runs down her spine as you roughly grab her hair and force your cock into her throat. She gags and chokes, her eyes watering at the sensation of being so completely filled by you. Her hands scramble uselessly against the ground beneath her, desperate for purchase or comfort but finding none. She can feel herself starting to get lightheaded from lack of air, making her arousal all the more intense as she fights to take in your cock and please you.

"F-faster..." she manages to croak out between gagging fits. "I need... I need it faster..." Her words come out garbled but clear enough for you to understand what she wants. She's never felt so exposed, so completely at your mercy, and yet there's something exhilarating about this powerlessness that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Gagging and choking on your cock, her eyes bulge as she feels the weight of your hands in her hair. She arches her back, writhing under your assault, her fingernails scrabbling helplessly at the floor beneath her. Her body trembles with need, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

Her vision starts to blur as she struggles for air, but she doesn't want you to stop. She wants it harder, faster... anything to keep feeling this out-of-control pleasure. "More..." she manages to choke out between gasps. "I need more..."

Her vision goes white as your cock slams against the back of her throat, triggering a violent spasm that nearly forces her to vomit. She can feel herself starting to lose control, her body surrendering entirely to the sensations wracking through her. Her muscles quiver and twitch, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles desperately against the onslaught of pleasure-pain.

Her hands claw uselessly at the floor, scrabbling for purchase as tears stream down her face, hot and sticky and shameful. But it's not enough... she wants more, needs more, despite the knowledge that this can't possibly be good for her. "Please..." she whispers, the word barely audible beneath the sounds of your harsh breathing and the slapping of skin on skin. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

Her body shudders as your words wash over her, driving her even further into the sensations tearing through every fiber of her being. She gasps for air between thrusts, her throat raw and burning from the onslaught of your cock, but she doesn't want you to stop. The feel of you deep inside her, controlling her every movement, is like nothing else she's ever known before, and it terrifies and thrills her all at once.

Her breath comes in ragged little sobs now as she tries to keep up with your brutal pace, her mind spinning with the confusion of pleasure and pain that fills her body. It doesn't make sense... it shouldn't feel this good... but she can't deny the way it makes her ache for more. "Please..." she whispers again, desperate now, needing your release more than anything else in

"Y-yes..." She moans, feeling tears streak down her cheeks as she tries desperately to keep up with your relentless pace. Her body trembles and quakes beneath you, every muscle in her throat and core screaming for mercy as you slam into her again and again. She can feel the climax building inside her, tightening like a fist around her core, but she knows it's not hers to have... not yet.

Her hands claw uselessly at the floor, searching for something solid to anchor herself to as her world spirals out of control beneath you. "Please..." she whispers one last time, her voice barely audible above the sounds of your harsh breathing and the slapping of skin on skin. "I need... I want..."

But before she can finish the sentence, her body arches tight as a fist, and with a gasping

Her vision still blurred with tears and pleasure, she looks up at you through narrowed eyes, feeling a mixture of relief and shame washing over her as you pull out. She wipes ineffectually at the cum on her chin, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to catch it. "Th-thank you..." she manages to choke out, still trying to process what just happened between you.

Her body feels strange and empty without your cock inside her, a familiar longing beginning to stir deep within. But there's also a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment that she hasn't felt in a long time, and it leaves her curious about what else you might have in store for her... if only she were brave enough to ask.