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It’s not that Wilhelmina is vindictive. She just has certain standards for how things should be done. Amanda even agreed to those standards when Wilhelmina set them out, very clearly, and then set out the exact same standards, again, exactly as clearly as the first time. She’s too nice, is the problem. She let Amanda off with a warning the first time, and then reprimanded her with a lecture, as if that would help, just because it does with Marc.
She needs to get creative. Which is excellent for her, because Wilhelmina is nothing but creative, and Amanda’s going to suffer the consequences of that. She just has to tailor something that will get it into that girl’s head that swapping color palettes for ones she ‘likes better’ is not something she should do to Wilhelmina’s carefully selected complements – and the only thing Amanda really cares about is sex.
Well, Wilhelmina knows a thing or two about sex. All she’s going to need is a shock collar, an insertable, and a remote control. And, because she’s far better at these things than Amanda, due to her copious experience with exactly this type of problem, she already has all of those things. All she needs is for Amanda to put them on.
“Amanda, will you come in here?” she says, sweetly, not even leaning on the word the way she might if she thought Amanda had any hope of picking up on the subtlety.
Wilhelmina sighs. Well, Marc will be back soon.
Amanda enters, wearing a bright smile that she’ll have to earn back. Wilhelmina’s own smile grows as she unlocks her drawer, handing over two of the three items, and waits for Amanda’s dawning skeptical expression to give way to doing what she wants. Slowly, she wraps the collar around her throat. Wilhelmina gives it the tiniest zap, just to show she means business, and Amanda gasps.
“Oh,” Amanda says, almost chuckling to herself. “That feels kind of nice.”
Wilhelmina turns up the dial on the remote and zaps her again.
“Ow,” Amanda says, face falling, then looks at the egg vibrator skeptical, “okay, okay, I’m putting it in.” Then she raises her skirt to reveal that she’s not wearing any underwear, which is surprising to Wilhelmina, since it’s a fairly thick and structured skirt. There wouldn’t be a panty line. And there is a slight worry the egg will fall out, with nothing but Amanda to hold it in place – she finally gets over her skepticism and pushes it inside her, where it slides easily.
Wilhelmina may have underestimated how much it will take to get through to Amanda. No matter. “Now, do you understand why I’ve called you in here?” she asks, holding both remotes up threateningly.
The hesitation is very apparent and very frustrating as Amanda swivels between the two remotes, and then slowly says, “…sex?”
“No,” Wilhelmina snaps, and then sighs and rolls her eyes. “Sort of. That’s not the point. We’re going over colors right now.” She pulls out a book of swatches and tosses it onto the table in front of Amanda, who opens it up to peer happily at all the different colors
“Ooh,” she says, pointing at one, “I like this one!” then, as Wilhelmina activates her shock collar again, “ah! Okay, fine, I don’t like that one!”
“Good girl.” Wilhelmina nods, as Amanda gives her a tentative smile. She glances down at herself, checking to see if Amanda has noticed her outfit. She has. Wilhelmina flips open to the cream and brown of her current suit, and says, “pick a third color.”
Amanda takes the book, looking at her like this is some sort of trick, instead of an object lesson. But she looks through the book, finding several different colors – that admittedly would make good accents, but that isn’t the point – and making increasingly distressed noises as Wilhelmina shocks her. Then she finally lands on the gold of Wilhelmina’s current jewelry and flinches as she suggests it.
With one click of the remote, the egg starts vibrating, hard, and Amanda has to lean against the desk as she moans, lewdly enough some of the vibrations get to Wilhelmina.
“Oh, I get it,” Amanda says, brightly, squeezing her thighs against the egg and sounding almost normal despite the fact that Wilhelmina hasn’t turned it off yet, “your colors.”
“Yes, Amanda, my colors,” Wilhelmina says, slowly, carefully enunciating all of the words. Amanda doesn’t pick up on the sarcasm. She does, however pick up on the implication that she’s supposed to go over and pick up the stacks of paired swatches on Wilhelmina’s side table, just from the tilt of her head. The girl is trainable yet. She sets them before Wilhelmina, who pushes them back across the desk and says, “no. You hold them.”
“Um, okay,” Amanda says, still skeptically, like she’s not sure what she’s going to do with fabric swatches. In all honesty, Wilhelmina isn’t sure, either, but she can’t just give up now. “And what do I… do?”
Oh, if she just listened to direction the way she asked for it, Wilhelmina would have had far fewer headaches this week. “Which is the better color, Amanda?” she says, pointing to the cardboard in Amanda’s hands, two squares of color mounted on it, and waiting for Amanda to point to the sample from Wilhelmina’s palette.
Instead, she picks her own, and gets the shock. With a whimper, she moves her pointing finger to the other side, and Wilhelmina turns on the vibrator, just briefly, to reinforce the choice, even if was her last guess.
Amanda smirks, for some reason.
“Next sample, Amanda,” Wilhelmina says, and gestures for her to flip to the next one. Amanda drops the first card – to the floor, not even to the desk – and stares at the second for a long time, while Wilhelmina waits for her. She’s too patient to click her nails. She knew this would take a while. Maybe she shouldn’t have switched which palette was on which side from board to board; it was too much of a challenge.
Hesitantly, Amanda points, again at her own choice of color, and Wilhelmina shocks her. She flinches, and squeezes her legs. What, is she already anticipating the vibrator? She hasn’t even changed her mind yet. Deliberately, Amanda locks eyes with her, and points to the other color, making sure Wilhelmina is watching her as the vibrations jolt through her for a moment. Then she licks her lips.
Wilhelmina really hopes she’s planning on choosing correctly, now. “Next,” she says, trying to sound bored instead of annoyed, and Amanda casually drops the second sample to the ground, letting her fingers hang there for a few moments like an afterthought.
She scrutinizes the next pair. Then she looks up to scrutinize Wilhelmina. Good. She’s finally realized the difference between her choices and the correct ones, and she plans to guess the one that fits Wilhelmina better, even if she can’t remember which it was. She carefully points to the less gaudy tone, and this time, Wilhelmina turns the vibrator on and leaves it on as Amanda grabs the edge of her desk again.
“Oh my god,” Amanda moans, clenching around the egg and walking around to sit in Wilhelmina’s lap. Wilhelmina stares at her, perplexed, as she says, “yes, thank you Wilhel-mommy,” confused until Amanda presses back against her, leaving some of the vibrations continue from inside her onto Wilhelmina’s lap.
It’s not the most convenient way to do it, but it’s certainly arousing.
It’s alright, Wilhelmina decides, to leave the vibrations going until Amanda chooses wrong again. Just for the reinforcement of it. But Amanda holds up the next board for her and moans as she strokes Wilhelmina’s pick, rolling her hips in Wilhelmina’s lap. Flinging it over the desk, she picks right again, this time holding the swatch up to her cheek to rub it against her face, replacing it with the next few, until Wilhelmina is almost convinced she’ll pick right from now on. The trouble comes from having more than two choices.
That, and the fact that Amanda is still rubbing her cheek on the last swatch, saying, “oh, yes, Wilhel-mommy, tell me what colors to like, Wilhel-mommy,” and rutting against her in a way that isn’t even hitting the right spot. Wilhelmina shifts to brace herself against the side of her chair, moves Amanda slightly, and then thrusts up to meet the assistant she’s holding down hard enough for the vibrations to actually pound against her. She turns them up high enough to make Amanda whine, and then they’re hitting just right, and Wilhelmina can move Amanda back and forth a few times until her cravings are satisfied. Silently, and with a swat to Amanda’s rear, she comes, then pulls the girl’s skirt back down, smoothing it out for her.
Wilhelmina snaps and points at the door. Amanda runs to follow her command. A little awkwardly, given not just the egg but how high its vibrations still are, but she does, and gives Wilhelmina enough room to find her own vibrator. Hers doesn’t need a remote. She simply adjusts it to her preferred speed, settles it between her legs, and rocks into her first orgasm as she watches Amanda get twitchier and twitchier waiting for her at the door. The girl is shifting from foot to foot and Wilhelmina smiles as she finishes herself off, leaving the egg to tease the heavy afterglow as long as she likes.
Gathering the remotes she needs for Amanda, Wilhelmina moves slowly. The girl may be comfortable with everyone knowing her business, but Wilhelmina is experienced enough at this to walk sedately, compensating for the egg in unseen ways. She pushes Amanda ahead of her out of the office. Even after she turns down the intensity, Amanda stumbles, walking forward on wobbly legs, incoherently greeting the first person they stumble across.
“Now, Amanda,” Wilhelmina says, nothing in her tone betraying what’s between either of their legs, although obviously everyone can see the shock collar. “Which of these colors would you say are acceptable?”
The other employee looks insulted. Both of them ignore that as Amanda pinches her chin in concentration. Carefully, she picks out the more subtle, muted shades that make an outfit elegant, and Wilhelmina thumbs the remote to give her little bursts of positive reinforcement, Amanda making small pleased noises in the back of her throat. Then she picks a color Wilhelmina doesn’t like, and she hits the shock – just a little, because it’s borderline.
Amanda grabs at her throat and whimpers, bucking her hips forward.
The other employee scurries away. Wilhelmina doesn’t try to put a stop to it, because they were done with that example, anyway. Instead, she stops before a set of desks, watching everyone look up in surprise. “Amanda, darling, do you think you could show me which the best colors are, here?” She holds the remote up in front of Amanda, caressing it as she implies the offer of reward, and Amanda crosses the room slowly. Wilhelmina isn’t sure whether it’s because she’s learning to correct for her unusual walk, or just because she wants to enjoy more of the baseline hum of the vibrator before she guesses her answers, but either way, Wilhelmina is enjoying watching her legs tense and her hips sway with every step. It makes it seem like her own egg is pulsing in response to her correct answer.
Amanda throws a smile over her shoulder, and Wilhelmina sends her the tiniest zap to get her back on track. The examples seem a little bit disgruntled when Amanda pulls them out of their seats, seemingly trying to pull away as she paws at their clothing, but it’s not like she’s touching them anywhere inappropriate, or not for long, anyway. Every time she turns for approval, stroking some block of color on her coworkers, Wilhelmina turns the vibrator up for a moment. Not once does Amanda choose wrong. The training is working.
Even after setting them back in their seats, Amanda’s coworkers seem unsettled, but Wilhelmina allows her to go above and beyond, picking up objects on their desks that are worthy of a little extra stimulation. Amanda mewls in pride each time, and then, gripping the back of someone’s chair with one and the desk with the other, she dips low in a dance move, crouching down to the ground as she screams out, “yesssssssss, I’m so good at colorssssssss!” and then swings herself back up again, making a wave with her body that barely looks natural.
Somehow, she skips to the closet. Wilhelmina can’t even understand the physics of that. She does enjoy watching the bounce of the skirt as Amanda makes her way there, clearly guessing what Wilhelmina’s next test will be, but she’s still shocked at how fluid it looks.
Although almost everything is fluid by now on Wilhelmina’s end.
Amanda rummages through everything, bringing items over and flinging them onto one of the couches. At first, Wilhelmina struggles to keep time, alternating between pulses and zaps, but then she realizes what Amanda is doing, and allows her to build up a gradient of good colors and bad colors, at least according to Wilhelmina’s profile this week. When she displays them, Wilhelmina lets the vibrator buzz at a slightly higher intensity for more than just a pulse. Amanda moans. Then she leans over to start groping the garish gradient, kneading her hands against it as she pushes her ass out towards Wilhelmina.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing Amanda,” Wilhelmina says, almost asking her to stop acting like a dog in heat, except she realizes she’s enjoying that view, and can put up with the incivility of it a little longer.
“This is like, the most fun ever, Wilhel-mommy,” Amanda says, rubbing her cheek against the vulgar pile just as she did when she discovered Wilhelmina’s preferred colors, “but you haven’t been using the shock collar enough. Shock me, Wilhel-mommy.”
Without even pausing to realize she’s confused, Wilhelmina turns up the shock. It’s only once Amanda’s thrown herself onto the clothes, writhing as she clutches the collar, that Wilhelmina starts wondering what the hell she thinks she’s doing here. Wilhelmina isn’t the one that needs special training to recognize a pattern, though, so when Amanda picks up the elegant gradient and starts rubbing it against her breasts, Wilhelmina turns up the vibrator again, adding in pulses and zaps as Amanda whines, rolling from side to side, reaching out for one pile, then the other. At some point, she starts screaming, but everyone else has exited the closet by then.
Wilhelmina shoves the clothes to the side and sits, patting her lap so Amanda will join her again. The girl does, sitting on her and leaning back against Wilhelmina’s chest to rest her head on Wilhelmina’s shoulder, but that isn’t the plan at all. Wilhelmina pushes Amanda back up, spins her around, and then pulls her forward to straddle Wilhelmina – and hurriedly tugs her skirt out of the way before Amanda pins it. Amanda inches forward compliantly as Wilhelmina pulls her closer, tilting her head curiously, not that Wilhelmina has the spare words to explain it to her at this juncture. She just turns the egg all the way up until Amanda starts keening.
The girl’s oversensitivity isn’t Wilhelmina’s problem, though. Hers is simply pushing Amanda’s skirt high enough to stop trapping her legs so close together, then settling the girl’s entrance – and the end of the egg – right over Wilhelmina’s mound, pulling her hips down hard enough for the pounding to spread to her clit. It doesn’t take long, with the other egg still vibrating inside her, and Amanda crying and begging on her lap, for Wilhelmina to feel that rapid squeeze and slow expansion of release, letting both her own and Amanda’s vibrators thump through her as Wilhelmina draws out every last drop of satisfaction.
Amanda lunges for the remote while Wilhelmina is distracted, shocking herself several times in a row, then slipping backwards off Wilhelmina’s lap to the floor.
“Good girl,” Wilhelmina says, pressing the other remote into Amanda’s hand. A punishment well worth the trouble. Wilhelmina is incredible at constructing lessons that will really stick with a person, and Amanda is looking markedly improved.