Focus. Establish roles

You brushed her hand away with a disappointed tsk. Under normal circumstances, you'd have likely melted at such a tempting invitation, but after already having been satisfied twice that day, your lust could wait another little while. "Not just yet. But I like the enthusiasm. Take off your hoodie, what have you got going on underneath?"

She pouted, but recovered when you ordered her clothes off. The hoodie came up and over her head, revealing nothing but a black lacy bra. She wore no shirt or tank top or anything else under the hoodie. Grinning at your surprise, she said, "Pants, too?" Her fly was already open before you could respond, revealing a matched lacey panty.

Her body was so soft and inviting, her breasts looked sexy against the black lace. "Yeah, why not? Might as well strip down to underwear. In fact, let's make that a rule. When we're alone in a private place like this, I want you to strip down to underwear immediately. No clothes."

She smiled as the pants came off, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panty set. "Oh yeah? And what if I'm not wearing any underwear one day? Want me to just get naked? You haven't actually seen me naked yet. Do you want to?" Her arms moved behind her back to unclasp her bra.

"I do. And I will, but not until you're told. Get on your knees, you little slut, and remember who's in charge, here."

Her mouth fell open, but she obeyed, lowering herself to her knees. "Okay."

"You need discipline, Megan. And you're clearly hypersexual, which isn't helping you maintain control of your life. So you will wear underwear every day so that you are in a position to obey the rule. Don't go thinking you've found a loophole. If I check under your clothes and you're not wearing underwear, you will be punished. Your body belongs to me now, and so I say what you do with it, and I expect you to obey."

She looked so cute, looking up at you from her knees in the middle of your room. "Yes. Okay. I'll do it. Thank you." The expression on her face was strange. Happy, almost. Grateful, perhaps. Irritated? Probably. It was hard to pin down, exactly.

"I'm going to fix you, Megan. For your own good and because you asked me to, yes. But also because I want to do it. You're very pretty, very sexy. Any guy would jump at a chance to own you like this. But I'm going to take this seriously, and that means I can't just fuck you whenever I want to. I think what you need first and foremost is to learn restraint, and so you will wait to get what you obviously want until I say you can have it."

She frowned. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Welcome to being a ****, Megan. I decide. You obey. It won't all be fun and games. You're going to grow as a person, and that is never comfortable. That's the deal, so you either get dressed and get out of here, or you stay right where you are. If you stay, that's it. You're my ****. No take-backs, and from this point forward I will punish you for trying to wiggle out of the deal. Your next chance to discuss terms or change your mind about being my **** won't be until graduation."

You walked past her to the closet to pull out the hairbrush and the scarves, taking your time. After two minutes passed, you decided she had made her choice, and moved to stand right in front of her. You lifted her chin gently. "So. You will stay."

"Yes. I want this. I'm more sure now than before. I'm yours. Your ****... master."

"Excellent. I like that... 'Master.' Give me your hands." She extended both hands to you, watching with interest as you bind her wrists with one scarf, and then use the other to loop around behind her neck so her hands remain trapped at her chest, fingers just below her chin.

"I'm going to spank you now. Hard. Not a fun or playful spanking. You're not going to like this at all, I'm afraid. But trust me it's important. You're not being punished, although it will feel like it."

She blinked up at you, still kneeling. "...then why are you going to spank me?"

You sat down on your bed, pulling her up next to you and then across your lap, face down. She didn't fight you, but you sensed her uncertainty. You considered telling her to simply trust you, but decide it's fair for her to ask. She would learn to just trust you in time. "For two reasons. First, to put you firmly in the mindset I want you in. You are beneath me, and subject to my will. I can and will spank you whenever I see fit, and you are expected to submit every time. And second, to simulate what a rather **** punishment will be like, so you are motivated to try hard for me. This will make you a much better ****, I promise."

She tugged on her silk bonds a little, but nodded. "O-okay. I trust you. Fuck, you really are serious about this..." She settled into as comfortable position as she could find, knees and elbows pressed into the mattress on either side of your lap.

You stroked one hand down the bare skin of her back, caressing her gently before picking up the hairbrush. "Of course. It wouldn't be fair to you otherwise. And remember, this is for your own good, so focus on the fact that you asked for this. You need this if you're ever going to amount to anything."

"Okay, master. I will. I'm ready."