"At exactly ten this morning, your mother wanted to meet up with you for breakfast; apparently she got her hands on some of this chocolate substance that's all the rage in the noble courts, and wishes to share some of it with you. At noon, you're expected to walk through the palace gardens in order to evaluate the gardeners' skills, since old Barnum is too sick to do so himself. A few hours of personal time follow until five this evening, when you will have an early dinner with Solariastrasza; you don't need to speak to the dragon yourself, of course, but it is essential some member of the royal family be present at the conclusion of such a massive trade deal. Then, of course, comes sundown at eight, which is when you will be expressing your appreciation to the palace staff for their unending diligence in caring for your family." Donna's melodic voice halts before she turns her eyes from the long sheet of paper in her hands to underneath her desk; brilliant white teeth reflect candlelight as she grins downwards and asks, "You've certainly learned how to do that much at least, haven't you, Your Highness?"

My cheeks flush with almost painfully hot shame, but countless hours of 'lessons' mean that my mouth never stops in its efforts of slurping upon Donna's lewd pussy. The lewd sounds that seem to reverberate around my head don't bother me as much anymore, though just enough dignity remains to me that I'm still concerned about becoming used to this kind of treatment. I mean, really, what kind of maid forces their mistress to wake up before dawn in order to tongue their pussy, and in the maid's room, no less!?

"I'll take that as a yes, but be sure to lick the clit a little more, Your Highness. We have a busy day ahead of us," she says, absent-mindedly patting my head with her free hand. Her other places down the daily schedule and begins to make notations on it, no doubt calculating expenses or factoring in unexpected occurences. Mother was willing to spend a fortune to find someone with both a bright mind and strict hand to ensure I grew up with a proper education. Something tells me she wouldn't exactly approve of my seemingly blossoming talent under Donna's tutelage if she knew what I spent the rest of my time doing.

Insofar as being a legitimate teacher and maid, Donna Mour is without a doubt one of the most talented in the entire kingdom; a master in politics, economics, literature, anything you can name or want to learn, she will teach for a fair price. If I had to name a weak point, it was that Donna couldn't care less about astronomy, but as the stars have fallen out of fashion some time ago by court standards, it's not a weakness for a noblewoman to be ignorant of the major constellations anymore. Yes, to the entire world, this mature and professional woman must seem like a sure investment, one my Mother snapped up without a moment of hesitation. Donna spent even less time making me intimately familiar with our private relationship, the one that would occupy our hours between academic lessons and royal duties.

I don't want to even think about the first few days, her strong hands, probing fingers and aggressive scissoring laying claim to every inch of my body. So instead, I focus on 'properly' servicing her, my small tongue lapping at her clit. The familiar taste of her juices fills my mouth, evidence of the surprisingly hot night we had. Of course, it doesn't matter what state Donna is in, since the last few years have been full of me doing this almost every morning. I probably know more about her body than the palace's doctor.

Minutes pass with the maid working through this morning's paperwork, getting everything in order for the next few days, and me doing exactly what I've been taught to pleasure her. When her snatch begins to pulse with the need to cum, I hear a soft sigh above me, followed by her saying one of my least favorite phrases; "Alright, Your Highness, get on up here. It's lap time."

There's no hope of disobeying, no moment in which I could hope to deny what's about to happen, but neither can I stop my slender limbs from trembling as I quietly emerge from under her desk, stand up, and remove my panties so that Donna's pussy can rub against my own. Her lewd cunt, ever salivating at the thought of coating my loins with her juices and grinding upon my defiled innocence, seems to lightly cum at the chance to violate me again.

Donna's hands firmly grab onto my waist and pull me against her, holding me in place a few inches from touching that soaking hole of her's. But the worst part of it all is the maid's gentle smile, unbothered in the slightest by the brutal actions she's done to me hundreds of times by now, and will continue to do so in the future.