Mia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her new clothes. She wore a white blouse. At the shoulders and below her neck the thin fabric gave way to a floral pattern of fine lace giving a glimpse of skin. Over this was a sleeveless coat, deep blue and low cut, tied at the front with crosses of midnight blue ribbon. Her skirt matched the coat, flowing down to the tops of her soft leather ankle boots. The outfit was finely made, simple, but beyond anything she had ever owned before. Her hair was loose and scented with a sweet oil. She felt like a princess, and she laughed happily at the thought.

Of course she was not a princess, nor did her fine outfit match that of the real princess who stood to the side, smiling at her bedmaid’s laughter.

Lucy, princess Liana’s attendant stood beside the mirror. She made a spinning motion with her hand and Mia gave a twirl, skirt billowing out and lifting as she spun. “It fits well” commented the attendant, her cat like ears perking up slightly as she gave a smile that revealed her sharp teeth, Mia’s joy was infectious.

Lucy turned away and left the room, going to tell the seamstress the fit was right, and place the rest of the order.

As the door shut behind the attendant, Liana stepped up beside Mia, who turned as she saw her mistress approach in the mirror. With a gentle hand the princess brushed a stray lock of hair away from the girls face.

“Thank you for the clothes Ma’am” said Mia, blushing slightly at the touch. She gave a curtsy and Liana laughed.

“You look very fine Mia, perhaps you will thank my properly later.”

Mia blushed all the more at Liana’s roguish smile.

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Mia did not think she was ever likely to get used to Liana’s bedchamber. She had cleaned the princesses chambers, of which there were a great many, for months now, but she had never been in the bedchamber before she was offered the position of bedmaid. Her heart fluttered a little at the memory of that evening. Lucy had told her that Liana’s previous bedmaid had done little to please the princess, having been assigned by her father more to watch over his daughter than to serve her. Liana had never called her to her bed. Perhaps it was a sign of his resignation to Liana’s stubbornness that the king had allowed his choice to be dismissed. Pleasing or not though, the old maid had certainly done a good job of the cleaning.

The room was large with a soft white carpet and shining white walls, decorated with intricately painted floral patterns. The desk, dresser and cupboards were of dark mahogany, carved with ornate decorations, brass fittings polished to a brilliant sheen. The room was dominated by the biggest bed Mia had ever seen. A four poster complete with satin sheets. The evening light gave the lace curtain that hung over the one large window an orange tint.

Mia lit a splint from the little candle she held and went from wall to wall lighting the gilded lamps. As she finished, the door swung open and Liana entered, immediately reaching up and removing her hair pins, letting her deep red locks cascade down over her shoulders. Mia blew out the candle, placed it on the dresser and stepped up to take the pins from her mistress. Liana gave her a grateful smile. As Mia placed the jeweled pin into a box on the dresser the princess flopped onto the bed in typically unladylike fashion. Mia returned and crouching to unlace Lianas high boots.

“Father is tedious as always. I do believe he has given up on the suitors for the moment, but he does not let me forget the subject.” Mia frowned as the princess spoke, not from any annoyance at her, but the thought of the suitors filled her with worry. She still couldn’t quite believe she had come to be so close to the the beautiful Liana. She had watched her from afar for so long, and over the last few days she had worried often that they would be parted.

Lifting her head from the soft bedding Liana saw her servant’s frown and laughed. “Don’t worry Mia, I won’t be running off with any prince. As I said, even father is starting to give up on the idea.” Mia smiled again, removed the boot and started to unlace the other. After that one was removed, she stood and went to place the pair in the little cupboard beside the door. When she turned back Liana was standing with her back to her, hair lifted away from her shoulders. Heart beating a little faster Mia began to unlace the princesses’ dress. As she loosened the ties the dress slipped down to rest on Liana’s pale shoulders. Tie undone, Mia started to slide the dress down revealing, the princesses tight fitted undershirt which was cut just under her bust. Mia’s fingers brushed against Lianas back as she crouched to delicately lower the fine garment, finding her eyes lingering on the princesses shapely bottom, covered by silk, side laced, pants. Liana stepped forward out of the heavy dress and Mia, cheeks flushed, stood and turned once more to go and hang the dress.

Liana flopped down on the bed again, falling back into the soft sheets. Lifting her leg she began to undo the ties of her long white socks. When Mia turned away from the cupboard Liana was sitting up on the ruffled bed, holding the socks. With a grin she tossed them away over her shoulder to land on the far side of the bed. Mia, flustered by the grin, dutifully walked to the socks and crouched to retrieve them. When she stood and turned she found herself face to face with the still grinning Liana.

“You owe me a proper thank you.” said the princess, a playful edge to her voice. Mia blushed at the sudden proximity of the near naked beauty. Liana still made her feel a little light headed. “Would you like to thank me?” the princess asked again, leaning forward slightly as she spoke. Mia knew the choice was genuine, although she was Lianas bedmaid, and certain things were expected of the position, even if it was never really acknowledged, the princess had made it clear more than once that the choice was Mia’s to make. Truly though, there was little she would like more than thanking Liana.

“Yes ma’am.” she replied in a soft voice.

Liana’s grin widened. She reached out, grabbed her maid by the collar of her low cut coat and pulled her close, breast to breast. Mia gave a little gasp of shock and Liana laughed as she held her for a moment, looking into her maids reddening face, feeling her quickening breath. Then the princess stepped back and, with delicate fingers, began to untie the knot that held the coat closed. Mia’s heart pounded as the princess undressed her. For the last few days, since she had taken this new position, she had served her mistress as a simple servant. It was true that Lucy had taken her aside in the evenings and talked her through a few skills that had her blushing with embarrassment, but the reality had not sunk in.

Liana pulled the ribbon free and slid the coat back over Mia’s shoulders, warm hands brushing the girls skin through the lacework of her blouse. Liana let the fine coat drop to the floor. She took a step back then and adopted a look of exaggerated seriousness, a familiar expression for Mia.

With a severe tone to match her expression Liana spoke “Undress.”

Mia complied, thrilled by the memories the princess’ tone evoked. She undid the little tie at the neck of her blouse and, crossing her arms, reached down to slowly lifted the delicate garment over her head, feeling it lift her breasts slightly as it slid over them. Following Lianas lead she let it drop to the floor. Next she crouched and one by one she unbuckled her ankle boots, slid them from her feet and placed them aside. The princess looked on, slowly twisting a lock of her hair, serious expression slipping into a smile. Lifting her skirt, Mia undid the silk ties that held up her long white socks and pulled each one off, feeling the soft carpet between her toes. She looked at Liana as her fingers unbuckled the thin belt that held her skirt and blushed anew under the gaze of the princess. She looked into her mistress’ vibrant eyes, locking her gaze, and then, holding eye contact all the while, slid the skirt down. She crouching as she lowered it to the floor and let it drop. Liana let out a soft, sigh. Slowly, Mia stood again. Her mistress spoke.

“That is enough for now.” Liana stepped forward and gently ran a hand over Mia’s hair. The girl felt herself shudder at the touch.

“How shall I thank you ma’am?” she asked as Liana ran that hand down the side of her face and onto her neck.

“Perhaps you will sing for me again.” As the princess spoke her hand reached Mia’s shoulder and continued down, the tips of her long delicate fingers brushing against her maid, passing over her collarbone and down onto her breast, caressing the exposed skin above the line of her cotton bra.

Mia was not a singer, and she thought she knew what her mistress meant.

“Please let me sing for you ma’am” she answered, a slight tremble of anticipation in her voice.

Liana let her fingers rest on the girls breast, playfully running them along the top of the cotton undergarment. She watched with a smile as the girls small nipples became ever more clearly visible through the thin cloth, and the gentle movement of her breathing grew more rapid. She looked up into Mia’s eyes and spoke.

“Fetch the hairbrush from my dresser.”

She saw the look of excited pleasure on her servants face, the same look the girl had tried to hide days before in that cold dungeon cell.

Mia stepped back and walked towards the dresser, feeling a tingling where her mistress’ fingers had been. The hairbrush was large, wide and paddle-shaped, made of smooth varnished wood. Mia felt an eager thrill as she lifted it. She turned back and saw Liana sat on the bed once more.

She was perched on the edge, slender legs apart. She beckoned to her servant. Mia approached and Liana took the brush, placing it beside her on the satin sheets. She beckoned once more, and as Mia stepped forward she reached out, placed her warm hands on the girls waist and gently positioned her before her. Close, almost between her legs.

Mia looked down at her mistress, feeling the warmth of Liana’s hands against her skin, the warmth in her red cheeks and the steadily growing warmth between her legs. Very slowly, Liana’s hands slid down onto her thighs, slender fingers brushing the side of her buttocks. Mia shuddered and let out an airy gasp. Liana hooked her thumbs under the ties of Mia’s cotton pants and began to slide them down. Her fingers followed the girls curves, slipping down her buttocks and onto the back of her legs. Mia’s felt her heart beat climbing as those soft hands caressed her, felt the gentle pressure as Liana pulled away the pants, exposing her. Liana let the pants fall. Mia’s cheeks burned as she felt her mistress’ eyes on her exposed vagina, watched Liana take in her obvious arousal, a gentle smile on her face.

Liana’s hand lifted away and she looked up at Mia. Mia gazed into her eyes as Liana reached up and loosened the tie on the front of her undershirt. She felt her throat tighten in anticipation as Liana crossed her arms and slowly lifted the thin white top. The princesses’ firm breasts lifted with the fabric. They bounced slightly as the top slid over them, exposing perfect nipples. Mia was faintly aware, through the soft haze that filled her head, that her jaw had dropped. Liana’s soft chuckle, as she cast the top away, brought Mia’s eyes back to her mistress’ smiling face and she blushed all the harder as she clamped her mouth shut. Liana laughed again and lifted her hand, taking hold of Mia’s upper arm. Mia’s heart was in her mouth.

Gently the princess pulled her forwards. She guided Mia so that the maids legs straddled her thigh. Then she placed her free hand on the small of the girls back and slowly bent her forwards. Mia allowed the princess to lower her. She trembled as she sunk over Liana’s lap towards the bed, placing her arms on the satin sheets and sliding forwards so her chest rested on the soft bedding. Then, with gentle pressure the princess pushed her down onto her waiting leg. Mia felt Liana’s naked skin against the lips of her moistening vagina and she let out a soft, shuddering moan. With a gentle laugh Liana shifted her leg, and Mia gasped at the pressure.

Liana ran the tips of her fingers over her maids back. Mia’s bottom was now exposed to her. Lying across her lap, straddling her angled leg, chest on the bed behind her, the girl wriggled under her touch. Liana felt the warmth of her against her skin and smiled. “Are you ready to sing for me now Mia?”

Mia felt Liana’s hand settle on her bottom as she spoke.

“Yes ma’am” she answered, voice quivering a little in her excitement. Liana continued to caress her. Running her open hand over her bottom, fingers straying onto her inner thigh and up, along the inside of her buttock. Mia shuddered as those fingers came teasingly close to the heat between her legs. Liana spoke again, leaning forward and almost whispering into her servant’s ear.

“You can sing as loud as you like Mia. I’ve had Lucy work her tricks, no sound will leave this room.”

Mia’s breath caught a little as Liana squeezed her bottom, fingers pressing into her flesh, lifting her buttock and letting it drop back as they lifted away. She waited, hearing her heartbeat and her quick breathing, feeling the warmth of the naked leg between her thighs and the pressure of her weight.

The first slap was gentle, striking just above her legs with a soft clap. It was followed quickly by a second on the other cheek. She stretched her arms in front of her, letting her weight sink into the soft bed. More strikes followed. Liana set a steady rhythm, the force of the blows slowly rising. Mia felt the familiar sting and warmth as Liana’s strikes hit first one cheek then the other, working over her bottom from the base of her legs upwards in a zigzagging pattern of sharp little stings. Her breath grew heavier, and she wriggled, feeling the shifting pressure of Liana’s leg against her. The strikes grew stronger, bringing delightful flares of pain, building the heat in her exposed skin. She gasped gently at the blows now, flexing with the rhythm. Without pausing Liana spoke once more, voice matching the pacing of the slaps.

“I think you can sing louder than that.”

Then the strikes grew forceful, ringing against Mia’s bottom. Mia flexed and wriggled under the sharp blows. Gasping, as the pain and the heat grew intense, feeling little waves of pleasure as at the sting of the strikes and the pressure of Lianas thigh between her legs. Still not breaking her rhythm, which now began to build in pace, the princess put her arm around her maids chest. Mia felt her mistress fingers one off her breasts, sliding under her cotton bra and pulling it down. Her gasps grew into little exultant yelps. The heat in her bottom was grew and grew, the painful sting of the strikes feeding it. She lost herself in the rhythm, moaning, crying out, gasping for breath. Lianas fingers caressed her chest, circling her nipple and squeezing her breast.

A full force, ringing, slap sent a wave of thrilling pain into her, she arched her back, pushing herself against her mistress. More slaps followed, a steady count of ten blistering blows, bringing yelps of pleasure with their painful sting, that left a fiery burn in her reddened bottom. Liana paused then, fingers still caressing Mia’s breast as the girl sunk into her lap. Mia’s breath was heavy, she could feel tears in her eyes as she panted, luxuriating in the heat of her bottom and and the throbbing between her legs.

Again Liana caressed her rear, rubbing the bright red skin. Again her fingers ran up Mia’s buttock and the girls moaned. Those fingers slid down again, and now they slipped between her legs. Mia gave a gasp that became a shuddering moan as Lianas fingers caressed her, sliding up further between her legs. She lifted herself slightly and the fingers slipped between her labia, gently parting them as they continued up to brush with a soft touch against her clit. Liana’s graceful fingers massaged her, and the she moaned. Her breathing grew more frantic. She gripped the bedsheets and gasped as Liana, with a practised, gentle touch slid a finger into her, another still massaging gently around her clit. Her back arched as the pleasure built. Her gasping moans built and built, merging into one cry of pleasure as another finger entered her, the two sliding deeper, pulling back. The she lifted herself as they pushed, shaking now as she felt the orgasm building. One dexterous finger still caressed her clit as she rose and fell, breath catching. The orgasm washed over her, and she let out a scream of pure pleasure, shuddered with the release as she felt Liana’s fingers slip from her vagina, to rub gently between its lips. Still shaking, taking panting breaths as she lay against her mistress she heard Liana speak.

“You sing beautifully my dear. Can I hear more?”

Mia could not reply immediately. She could only lie there, hearing her heavy breaths, feeling Liana against her. The princess had withdrawn her hand from between her legs and now tenderly stroked her back. After what seemed a long while to Mia in her warm haze of pleasure, she found her voice.

“Please let me sing for you again ma’am.”

Liana laughed, and Mia felt a wave of love for her mistress, a feeling of ecstatic wonder that she was really with her.

“The brush this time Mia.”

In answer Mia nodded, and settled against Liana’s thigh once more, flexing to present her bottom. The brazenness of the action struck her and she giggled. A moment later she felt the cold wood of the hairbrush touch against her, patting twice against her buttock. It withdrew. She held her breath. The strike of the heavy brush sent a wave of pain through her still burning rear. She yelped and wriggled. Liana did not let up. The second blow came quickly and again Mia cried out at the pain, a sound edged with pleasure. A pause, mia caught her breath, and then another rapid pair of strikes. Tears stung her eyes as she cried out, the fire in her bottom rising.

Another pause, another pair of strikes, so quickly did they come that the sting of each seemed to merge into one, an intense burst that set her tears flowing. Mia shuddered as she caught her breath, already anticipating the next blows, eager for them, reveling in the burn. She received ten pairs of strikes, crying out with full voice, face stained with tears, wondering if she could endure the fierce intensity. She felt the heat between her legs again, the pressure as the she bucked with the blows, rubbing against Lianas leg. After the last blows fell. She flopped against her mistress, panting, eyes clouded with tears, a grin of satisfaction on her face as she felt the fiery burning in her rear.

Gently, tenderly, Liana lifted her. They rose to their feet and Liana took the girl in her arms, stroking her hair and holding her close. Mia buried her face in that thick hair, smelling the scented of oils and the scent of her mistress as gentle sobs shook her. After a long while Liana begans to turn, still in the embrace she lowered Mia to the bed. Lying there with her, arms entwined she whispered in her ear

“Shall we hear the end of the song?”

Mia pulled her head back to look into Liana’s eyes. Gently the princess untangled one arm and brushed the tears from Mia’s face. With a wide smile Mia spoke, but she did answer the question, instead, lying there in the intensity of that embrace she spoke her mind.

“I love you.” She said. Her words shocked her, and her eyes widened with a sudden fear, but Liana stroked her hair and replied.

“And I love you Mia, you have become most dear to me. Isn’t it funny how fast it has come on?” In truth, for Mia, it had not been fast, she had known she loved Liana for more than a year, though only now was it more than a distant, wild, infatuation. Mia’s tears began a new, happiness and shock and bring a warm flood that Lianas gentle fingers could not wipe away. They lay there together for a long while as Mia cried and Liana stroked her hair. Eventually the tears began to slow.

“Let’s finish the song.” whispered Mia, voice choked by a little sob. She reached down then, her fingers sliding over Liana’s stomach, down to the top of the princess’ silk pants where they slipped beneath the fabric. She found Liana warm and moist, her fingers caressed her mistress as she thought back to Lucy’s instructions. The princess, starting to breath heavily, reached down and with a trembling hand undid the tie that held her pants in place. Hand freed of the fabric Mia ran her fingers along the inside of Liana’s Labia. Circled her clit. Liana now reach down between Mia’s legs once again. Panting, groaning with pleasure, each flexing with the others touch, the pair looked into each others eyes. Liana leaned forwards and kissed Mia on the mouth, a long kiss that sent a thrill of joy through Mia every bit as potent as that Liana’s dexterous fingers gave her. Entwined there, their breath began to synchronize. Mia slid a finger into Liana and Liana answered with her own. She could feel the princess trembling, even as she shuddered with the growing pleasure of Lianas touch. They gasped for breath, moaned, kissed and pulled closer. Breast against breast they writhed as their pleasure grew. Liana’s gasps and little cries of pleasure seemed to Mia the sweetest sounds that she had heard. Liana slid another finger into her and she moaned, reciprocated. The pleasure grew, Mia felt the orgasm approaching. Liana’s cries were coming fast now, her face flushed red to matched her tousled hair. The princess’ eyes staring into Mia’s with an intense and joyous look. They kissed again, the pace of their fingers growing, bodies shaking and then they came together, pleasure washing over them as they cried out with the sweet release. Panting their breath still matching they lay back, staring up at the cushioned top of the four poster bed. For a long time they lay there, each with an arm still beneath the other. Liana’s hand stroked Mia’s hair, and Mia’s did the same. Mia did not want to move, it seemed that this must be a dream and that she would soon awake, but when she turned her head Liana was really there, breasts rising and falling with her still heavy breath, pale, beautiful, face still flushed red.

When their breath had returned, Liana turned to face Mia, meeting the girls eyes. She pulled her into a close hug and there they lay, arms around each other, until Lucy found them in the morning. With a wide grin upon her face the attendant turned and left the room. leaving the lovers to sleep a little longer.

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