Mindy falls deeper in the dog house

Mindy stammered excuses as her boss looked on. "Mrs. Winthrop... I was just trying to stretch my neck a bit and then the cast just cracked like that and..."

The elder woman's nudity did not undermine her authority as she simply shot a cold look at the new employee to get immediate silence. The boss lady walked up, authoritatively as she surmised the damage. Mindy did her best not to stare at the naked splendor in front of her by keeping her head low like a chastened pup while looking up at her mistress.

The head maid looked on at the timid new recruit for an uncomfortable amount of time before finally speaking. "It would appear we will have to take some harsher discipline with you." Winthrop snapped her finger and Annette was at attention behind her.

"Yes miss?"

"Fetch the collar."

Mindy's coworker scurried off, not bothering to dress, into a back room. Not long later she returned with a leather strap, held ceremoniously in two open palms, directed toward the head maid. Mindy swallowed dryly at the events transpiring. Her eyes darted back and forth between the aforementioned collar and the woman threatening to use it on her. Her palms started to clam up as blood receded with dread. Her spine shivered at the prospect while her head shook in disbelief.

In desperation, Mindy tried to make an argument. Her voice wavered as she spoke, "Y... You can't do this... this is cruel and unusual punishment..." Although she was against the idea, her body dared not budge from within the remaining mold for fear of even more repercussions.

Mrs. Winthrop looked on with a serious face, "Do you want this job, Ms. Potts?"

Mindy swallowed dryly again but remained silent.

"Because, according to your friend who, I might add, put her own reputation on the line to vouch for you," she let that statement sink in for a second, "You need this job. Isn't that right?"

Mindy simply nodded.

"So, Ms. Potts... how badly do you need this job?"

Mindy murmured and looked to the ground. Sally Winthrop turned her ear toward the young blonde. "Hmm? What was that dear? You'll have to speak up."

Mindy let out a sigh. Whispering in a hushed tone. "I need this job..."

Mrs. Winthrop straightened up, proud of the admission, "Yes, you do. The thing is, I don't need you as badly as you need this job." She gave the girl a stern look, "That is, unless you can obey my orders, explicit AND implicit. You were to stay in that mold until it properly hardened and you failed that. The night before, you were caught abusing the art pieces. I can not trust a worker like you so I have two choices..."

Mindy could tell where this was going but let her superior continue.

"I can either let you go... or I can train you..." She took the ends of the leather collar and pulled them taught so that the middles met together in a loud snap, "Properly. So, I give you a choice, Ms. Potts... will you accept proper training by my by stepping up here and allowing me to fasten this collar on you... or will you walk away and leave these premises forever? The choice is yours."