Small demands

Yvette saw Ernie. "Hey, Early Ernie."

"Why are you still mean to me?" asked Ernie.

"Look, you're a pushover. You never stood up to me, and I used you, and even after we broke up, you showed no backbone. Why should I have respect for you now?"

Ernie was steaming. "Nice shoes. Expensive?"

"Yes, very, now I'm need to go to class."

"Step into the fountain."

"Like I'd ruin...." but Yvette found herself stepping into the fountain. "What the fuck? Why did I do that?"

"Because I told you to. Now get out come over here, kneel and listen quietly." Ernie knew if Yvette did that, she'd do anything.

Yvette stepped out of the fountain, walked over to Ernie and knelt. She was scared.

"You will go to class, sit in the back, and with your left hand, rub yourself through your panties, and with your right hand write I'm a lying slut as many times as possible. Do that during every second of class. Do no try to communicate with anyone without my permission. After class, come straight back here. Get up and go to class, bitch."

A terrified Yvette got up and walked in her wet shoes towards her class.