As soon as Jill opens the door, Katherine says, "Show me your panties."
It's not even really a demand so much as an order, one that Katherine clearly expects to be followed.
Still, Jill shakes her head. "I don't--I shouldn't need to show you my panties."
"Shouldn't you?" Katherine asks. She steps forward, and Jill steps back reflexively, letting Katherine in. Katherine closes the door behind her. "Come on, little Jilly. You know the rules. Until I believe that you can be trusted with big girl panties, you need to prove it to me."
Jill swallows. "I'm a grown up. I shouldn't--"
"If you're a such a grown up, little Jilly, then you shouldn't have any problem proving to me that you have dry panties under that skirt of yours. Only a little girl who can't keep her panties dry would be worried about showing them to me."
That's not--Jill doesn't--
Under Katherine's watchful eye, Jill pulls up her skirt and spreads her legs a little to show Katherine her panties.
Katherine examines her, then reaches out and slides a finger between Jill's legs, over the crotch of her panties.
"And see, this is why I need to check." She tugs the panties down over Jill's legs. When Jill looks down, she can see that the inside is coated in her arousal, even though she didn't--
"Silly little Jilly," Katherine says. She tugs Jill towards the couch so she can bend Jill over its arm, spreading Jill's legs. Jill is still holding her skirt up. "I don't know why you think you can be trusted with big-girl panties, when all you do is make a mess of them. Now you're going to stay here until I get your real panties."
Bent over the couch arm, Jilly can't see anything, and she can barely hear Katherine on the carpet, and all she can feel is the humiliation burning her cheeks and the breeze brushing her bare ass and the arousal trickling down her thighs.
"Here we go," Katherine says, and slides a dildo into Jilly's cunt. The panties that go on after it have a built-in remote control vibrator that sits right up against Jilly's clit. Quickly, almost experimentally, the vibrator buzzes once, stopping almost before Jilly can squeal.
"That's right," Katherine says. "Only grown ups get to be trusted with their own orgasms, and you, silly little Jilly, haven't convinced me of that. Now we're going to do some edging practice, and you can make all the mess you want."
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