Tell her to strip

"You know, Meghan I haven't see your body yet. Take your clothes off" you order.

"Sir?" Her eyes widen in alarm.

"Are you having trouble hearing me? Take your clothes off. Get naked."

"But you've already....already..." she makes a gesture towards the desk.

"Already fucked you, yes. But I haven't seen your tits, or the rest of that cute little body. Come on, hurry up." You can see the last of her defiance melt away.

"Yes Sir," she says meekly, slowly pulling her dress up. She pulls it over her head, and stands holding it in one hand. Besides the thong she wears a wispy scarlet bra that barely covers a pair of pert breasts. You can see her skin start to flush with embarrassment.

"All of it, Meghan," you order.

"But you can see everything now, Sir," she protests.

"This isn't a debate, wench!" you snarl at her. "Put the dress down and get the rest of your clothes off. And do it now!" She's startled by your harsh tone and drops the dress, her hands fumbling behind her to undo the bra. Her eyes never leave yours. She's like a rabbit terrified of the snake that's going to eat it.

Her breasts aren't huge, but they are larger that you'd expect on such a tiny girl. Like her ass, they are white in contrast to the rest of her tanned skin. It's a very pretty sight and you can feel your drained cock starting to revive.

Without requiring you to order her, she peels the thong down, looking at you all the while she does it. She's about to take her heels off, but you stop her, telling her to leave them on. She stands before you naked, looking abashed and embarrassed. Her pussy mound is covered with a well trimmed patch of red fuzz, a perfect match for the color of her hair. You lean against your desk, looking at her, your eyes running up and down over her petite figure.

"Turn around, girl. Show me the whole package."

She turns slowly, her head looking over her shoulder at you.

"Don't shuffle. Show off a bit. You're proud of your body, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir," she says meekly.

"Then show it off," you order. "Look like you're proud of it. You've seen fashion photographs, pose like a model."

She looks a bit confused but tries to comply, putting her hand on her hip and pirouetting for you. You smile encouragingly and she arches her back, showing off her tits. The beginnings of a playful smile start to show.

"That's better," you encourage her. "You've got a gorgeous little body, Meghan."

"Do you think so, Sir?" She's half turned away from you, her hip cocked, looking back over her shoulder at you with a pouty, sultry look on her face. You're realizing that this is a girl with rapidly changing moods, and perhaps a bit of confusion about herself.