Strip her

"I've changed my mind Meghan, I'm not going to spank you. Not this time anyway."

"Oh thank you Sir!" She turns towards you, relief all over her pretty face. Her hands start to tug her dress down.

"Stop that," you command. "I didn't say to pull your dress down. In fact, I want you to take it off."

The relief drains from her face, replaced by worry and confusion.

"Sir?"

"Don't argue with me. Get all your clothes off. And do it now!" you bark harshly at her and enjoy seeing her jump. She pulls the dress over her head and stands holding it. She wears a wispy scarlet bra and a matching thong. You can see the first flush of embarrassment reddening her face.

"All of it, girl. I want to see you naked."

"But Sir!" she protests.

"Either get naked or bend over the desk and get spanked. There is no other choice." You stare at her coldly and are gratified to see her drop the dress and fumble behind her to undo her bra. She drops it, but covers her tits with her arms. She is staring at you apprehensively.

"Enough of that. Get that thong off too," you order. With only a moments hesitation she peels it off, and is about to take off her shoes when you tell her to leave them on. She holds one hand over her breasts, and the other covers her pussy.

"Stop trying to hide. Or I'll pull you over my lap and spank your bare ass." You take a step towards her to back up the threat. She slowly drops her hands, her chin trembling, her face blushing furiously.

Her tits aren't huge, but they are bigger than expected on such a tiny girl. Like her ass, they are white in contrast to the rest of her tanned body and look deliciously sexy.

"Lovely," you tell her. "Now turn around, I want to see all of you." She turns slowly, staring at you over her shoulder, worry in her eyes.

"Make a show of it," you encourage her. "You've seen fashion magazines, show yourself off."