He will need to assert some level of control

"I... I don't know, Mr. Walsh," Willow says. Any bravado she'd had that morning is gone in an instant.

"That's 'Sir.'" Frank says as if it's a reminder. "And I see you dressed like a slut again today. Perhaps your husband lied to you about the outcome of our conversation?"

"No... Sir. I'm sure Jason told me the truth. He doesn't lie to me. He told me that you weren't angry with me anymore, and I just had to take some of your suggestions more seriously."

"So you know this, and you still did what I reprimanded you for?" He sighs performatively and again takes the opportunity to look her over, watching her squirm in the silence. "Well then, I'll steer into the curve. You want to dress like you're trying to get picked up on a street corner, and I want you to obey my authority. I don't think these are opposites. Especially because, now that I think about it, it's appropriate for a slut to be dressed like one."

"So, uh, I'm not in trouble then?" Willow says, looking to Jason like one of their kids before he found what they'd done wrong. Jason notes that she doesn't object to being called a slut.

"No. I think you're in uniform. Well, mostly. I'm going to need something from you first. A small concession to prove that you're actually in compliance with my rules."

"Is it my thong, Sir?" she asks, timidly. It had to be that, what else could he want? She couldn't get much more revealing without something like a bikini. Personally, Jason thought her club outfit was hotter than any bikini.

Mr. Walsh sits up straighter. Jason thinks he might be having trouble keeping his composure. "You're wearing underwear? I assumed you weren't. You can hand that over first." He puts his hand out.

For her part, Willow hesitates. She stands frozen, watching a man she's never liked. A man constantly on a power trip mostly aimed at students. A weird little man she's never felt any attraction to. But something about this is surprisingly hot.

Jason and Frank both watch the conflict on her face with baited breath. Willow comes to a decision and reaches up under her dress, pulling down her thong. Now Jason sees what she was really hiding. The thong is nothing special. Black with little lace on the front. But from the shine on it it's clearly soaked. She places it in Frank's hand.

Frank appears to savor the moment, massaging the cloth around his hand, enjoying the feeling of her slick pussy juice. "Now you're in uniform," he says, "But I need you to do more for me. Tomorrow I want you to come back with a vibrator inside of you. I assume you have quite a collection? And I expect you to keep it in without something like this." He raises the panties in demonstration.

Jason decides that tomorrow isn't soon enough. "Did he come prepared with any tool or clothing that he wants this morning?"

"No, actually, I think I want to see you put it in. I don't trust that you'll do it if I'm not watching." He reaches into his drawer and pulls out a soft, silicon thing that looks like the big part is supposed to insert, with an outside part to press up against her to help keep it in. He holds it out, his other hand still playing with the wet black thong. Jason wonders if he has plans for that when she leaves.

"Sir, I don't know if I can..."

"You'll do what I say. Otherwise there will be punishment. You realize how easily I can have you fired for dressing like that? You get to act in your perverted ways because I allow it. It's about time you realize your place."

Willow visibly shivers, biting her lip and takes the little blue vibrator. Awkwardly she bends over to try to fit it inside without him seeing under her dress.

"It would be easier if you'd pull that up. Don't get bashful now."

Her cheeks flush and she complies, pulling the hem up and revealing her pussy. The vibrator slides inside easily, with more than enough lubrication.

"Perfect." Frank hands over a little remote. "Today I'm giving this so that you can get used to it. I'm a kind man, after all, and I want to give you some time to adjust. Tomorrow I expect you in here bright and early to give that remote back so that I can remind you who is in control."

Willow takes the remote and studies it, not pressing a button. "Yes Sir. Is that all? I do have another class soon."

He waves his hand. "Dismissed." She goes to leave but before she can close the door he says, "Oh, and do take some time to get used to it. I don't care when. Just don't let the students know what you're doing."