An uncomfortable awakening.

Marcus woke up with a start. For a moment he had no idea where he was, pressed against an unfamiliar wall on a bed that was far too small. Confused, he tried rolling over, and found himself face-first in the chest of the very busty woman sleeping right next to him. He gasped and spluttered in shock, before his frantic gaze darted up to her face and he recognized his favorite maid Coraline. In an instant, he froze, remembering everything that had happened that last awful night.

She was stirring too, and he watched anxiously as her eyes fluttered open and found his face. Her lips curled into a warm, satisfied smile. She looked so very happy to see him first thing when she woke.

"Good morning, Marcus." She sighed. Her hand reached over him and gave his butt a rather firm pat through the shift.

"Good morning." The young prince replied, too nervous to even squirm away from her palm. Why pat him there? Her hand was so low down he could feel her fingers creeping down under the hem of his shift, lingering there like she wanted to touch his bare skin.

"Are you still scared about what happened last night?" Coraline asked, giving him a sympathetic look. Marcus nodded quickly, though he doubted she was including her own alarming behavior in the question. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you're safe from your uncle here. For now, it's best you stay locked away indoors until I can figure out what's going on in town. We can't have those soldiers seeing you again. Okay?"

"Yes, Coraline." He nodded again. That made sense at least, even if the thought of staying here with her was growing more and more worrying. She slipped off the bed and onto her feet, towering above him. Marcus watched anxiously from the pillow as she stretched her arms above her head, making her own shift pull rather tight around her big boobs. It was tough not to stare at that, especially when the hem slipped down just far enough to reveal a hint of nipple.

"Up you get, lazy boy!" She clapped her hands sharply. Marcus found himself doing as she said, still too afraid of trying to fight her. The pair of them standing in this pokey room left barely any space, and he couldn't even wriggle away when she reached out and tweaked his cheek hard like he was a baby. "I'll warm us up some water for our bath." She cooed in his face. "So out of that silly shift already. It needs a good wash too, just like you do."

Marcus blushed furiously. She wanted him to what? Strip naked? But these were the only clothes he had! He opened his mouth to protest, but as soon as her eyes narrowed he remembered that awful pinching of his ear. Maybe it was better to do as she said. The young prince reached reluctantly down to the hem of his shift, feeling the pressure of her expectant stare all the while. He awkwardly lifted it with one hand, while keeping the other over his dick so she couldn't see it. Why did she have to stare at him? Couldn't she turn or away or something? Just as he slipped the silky garment over his head, she reached out and grabbed it firmly, yanking it away before he could even squeal in shock.

"Coraline!" He whined, grabbing helplessly at the last scrap of clothing he had left.

"Don't be silly, Marcus!" She snapped, the crack of her voice making him freeze in place. "I'm looking after you now, so you do as I say! If you keep being naughty, I'm going to have to start punishing you, and I don't think either of us want that." What? Punish him? Was she joking? He was a prince! A splutter of protest died on his lips when he caught the cold look in her eyes and froze again. She looked very, very serious. Any thought of disobedience slipped from Marcus' mind, replaced by cold fear of just what the consequences might be. She was a lot stronger than he was, as he'd learnt last night. If she wanted to do something to him, there was no way he could stop her. "We'll be talking about this awful, ungrateful attitude of yours soon." She frowned at him. "I'll have the tub ready in five minutes, so you'd better be ready for a good, firm wash, boy."

How could she make that sound so terrifying? Naked and shivering, Marcus watched anxiously as his maid turned and strode away with that same cool scowl fixed on his face. He was starting to wish anyone else had been there to save him from his uncle, but now she'd taken what little clothes he had he was even more stuck with her. What was he supposed to do? Stay here with this scary woman?

The young prince bit his lip hard, already knowing that was his only choice. He was going to have to do as she said and keep her happy too. Now she was his one lifeline, he couldn't risk upsetting her, especially with this awful talk of punishment looming in the air. Hopefully if he got on her good side again she'd start being nice and gentle, like she always used to be. Maybe she'd even remember that she was just a maid and he was royalty.