Test her limits

“Very nice Miss Miller.” The color in her cheeks gets a little brighter. “Sit there on the couch, we have some things to discuss.”

“Mr. Patterson, I'm so sorry I sent those texts.” Her hands twist nervously on her lap as she settles on the couch. “I swear, I'll never do it again.” Her pretty eyes lift shyly to meet mine and I almost believe this is the shy nerd I told Alison I wanted. “Can I please get dressed now?”

“Oh, I think we both know it's a little late for that.” Her doe-eyes open even wider as she realizes that I'm going to want a lot more from her before I let her go. I let her stew in silence for about ten seconds before I start pushing. “I know you've never been with a man before, Honey, but you must have experimented a little by yourself.” Judging by the way her eyes drop I know I'm on the right track.

“Mr. Patterson, pl -”

“Silence!” I use my 'teacher voice' and Alison immediately hushes. “Do you understand how much trouble you are in, Miss Miller?” She sobs out what I take to be a 'yes' and I go on without giving her even a moment to relax. “You like men seeing you naked, huh? Spread those legs nice and wide so I can see your pretty little pussy.” She hesitates a full second, but then to my delight she does as I ask. Her hands shyly block any view of her sex, but I don't mind. This is exactly what a nerdy young student would do, and my cock hardens even more in my khakis. “I was asking you about masturbating, Miss Miller, remember?”

“Yes, Sir.” The answer comes out as a barely audible whisper, but I like the 'Sir' part especially.

“When you're alone in your bedroom do you touch yourself inappropriately?” Alison nods again but I see her knees start to move together and correct her sharply. “Legs spread, young lady.” When she is again in the right position, I continue my interrogation. “When you rub your kitty, do you think about boys? I can tell that I am close to the breaking point and I amp up the pressure even more.

“If you won't talk to me, Miss Miller, I'll have to call your parents.” I give her a moment to process that and throw in another possible threat, “or your paster at church?” This last bit seems to hit a particularly soft spot in her crumbling defenses.

“No, Mr. Patterson, not that.”

“OK then, but you have to be completely honest with me.” I soften my voice a little, “No more evasions, no more half-truths, no more hiding. I'm in charge now and you have to do exactly as I tell you.”

“Yes, Sir.” This time she looks up at me and the words are much clearer. I'm making progress.

“Good girl. Now tell me about what you think about when you're alone under the covers and rubbing yourself.” Alison takes a deep breath and I lean forward eager to hear her response. One of the things I've always admired about my tenant is her fertile imagination and acting ability, and I'm pretty damn sure that whatever she comes up with in this alter-ego or hers is going to be fucking hot.