Lily has a Request

It is a bit after lunch when you are next needed. You had spent the rest of the morning in your office nursing your wounded cheek (and your wounded pride). You put a great deal of thought into how you would modify Vanessa's training regiment. What you were doing was clearly not working. Hunger and thirst could **** actions out of her, but it did nothing to condition her mind. No, you would need to attack from a different angle to do that!

However, you were brought out of your machinations by a knock at your door. Clicking the button under your desk, the door swung open to reveal Lily. The newest addition to your harem was wearing her very own french maid uniform. While you had not gotten a tailor in yet to form fit it to her curves, she still looked smoking hot in it!

However, that did not exactly pertain to why she was here...

"Lily, this is unexpected," you greet her, raising an eyebrow. "Done with your tasks already?"

"Umm, well, no, Master..." She rubs her arm nervously, almost looking like she regretted coming up here.

"So why, may I ask, are you disobeying my direct order?" With your ego still bruised by your brush with Veronica, a bit of anger slips into your voice.

"I'm sorry, Master, but... its just..." Lily takes a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. "I feel like my talents are being wasted! I am... was... a doctor! I went to college! And you have me... scrubbing bathrooms?!"

She clasps her hands together, seeming ****. "I want to serve you, Master. I do! This is not an act of rebellion, I swear. Just... let me use my talents for you. I'm sure there's a more... intellectual task I could help you with... isn't there?"

You just sigh. This was relatively common behavior among newly inducted subs. While their mind and body may have accepted their Master, they still maintained the reservations of their previous life. It was important to nip this kind of behavior in the bud early. Otherwise, it can take root or, worse still, spread to the other girls.

"So what you are telling me..." You respond slowly. "Is that you think you are above this kind of work?"

Lily's eyes go wide. "What? No, Master! I'm sorry, that must have come out wrong. I swear, I'm just-"

"Tell me, Lily," you interrupt, your patience having been worn very thin. "You know that Brinda and Megan clean the bathrooms all the time. Do you think you are somehow above them?"

"N-NO, of course, not, I-"

"I am no fool, Lily!" You pinch your temple, doing your best to reign in your emotions. "I am well aware of your skill set. I know of your education. And that's exactly why I put you on menial labor. Because in the end, your years of experience mean nothing. You are one of my girls, just like Megan and Brinda. You are no better than them. Remember that. Only when that lesson has truly sunk in will I tap your more... intellectual talents. From the looks of things, that won't be for a while."

"I... I..." Lily sighed, hanging her head in shame. "I am sorry, Master. I should never have complained. You are right, of course. I'll... I'll get back to work..."

"You will... but not yet." You stare her down, your eyes unforgiving. "You will not be just getting a slap on the wrist for this insubordination. Bend over my desk... now!"

"But... yes, Sir," Lily whimpered, the blonde quickly assuming the position. Careful not to disturb your papers, she bent at the waist and placed her chest on the desk. Her skirt-clad ass was raised into the air, exposed and ****.

Opening one of your drawers, you say "I think I know just the thing to rectify the situation..."