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The girls should see you any moment now, so you think one more time over the decision you're about to take.

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A 'hmm' and an 'umm' later, you conclude the older maid will be the one to warm your bed. Although you have a good enough reason to bully her, she has to have done something worse than talk shit behind your back, given how secretive she is. Fiona on the other hand... Her only crime is being a silly girl. Though you doubt she would tell anyone if you tried to take advantage of her, she hasn't really wronged you in any way. Moreover, she didn't seem that opposed to your accidental request, just embarrassed by it.

Finally, the two realise there is someone else ahead. Fiona's face lacks the surprise, even when seeing who it is. There's more curiosity to it rather than anything else. She doesn't even look affected by what happened a mere five minutes earlier, as if she has already forgotten.

As for the older maid, it's the complete opposite. The changes in her expression even hint at what she might be thinking. She is terrified by the thought that you might have heard her.

"Your grace? Your grace!" The girls exclaim in unison, the older maid stepping in front of Fiona to arrive by your side, arching her back and placing her hands on her lap.

At a first glance, the tension in her body is only outdone by her shaking limbs. Though she seemed older from afar, up-close you realise she has to be only a few years older than Fiona, similarly dressed but a head taller and with freckles crossing from cheek to cheek and across her short nose. Her orange hair ties into a ponytail while her moist eyes sparkle with hints of green --a mischievous type through and through. Somehow, the girls' looks stereotypically fit their personality...

"Who are you?" You place a hand on the maid's shoulder, the vibrations reminding you of a massage chair. By this point, Fiona has arrived at your side as well and copied the older maid's posture.

Although she momentarily panics even more, the older gets some ideas from your gentle touch. A sigh of relief later, she believes the worst must have passed. "Huh... Yes, your grace... I am Maisy, twenty-six years old... I come fro-"

"That's enough," you interrupt her, focusing on Maisy's face for a few seconds. How did you miss such a detail, you wonder. Dick-sucking lips would be the best way to describe what you're seeing, yet they're so subtle in their appearance. Only when she opens her mouth do you see them for what they are; the way they glisten and stick to each other, as if Maisy has to **** them apart rather than just spread them when she speaks. Their perky weight seems natural, but she has to have used some kind of oil for them to capture so much light.

Feeling that the maid has calmed down enough and her shoulder is no longer shaking, you ask her about the words you heard. "Why would I kill you?"

"No..." The older maid's legs immediately give way as she crashes onto her knees. "Please spare me, you grace..." she begs weakly.

"...But I don't understand why you would say I would kill you. What have you done?" you interrogate, concerned at what she could be hiding.

Fiona's already in the clear for leaving while tending to you, but you wonder what that has to do with Maisy.

"I... I've asked this maid to serve your grace in my stead... Please spare me, young master!" Maisy musters a decisive voice, trying to salvage what she can through honesty.

"..."

"That's it?..." you ask unwittingly, even turning your head towards Fiona without meaning to.

Fiona, as silly as she is, realises that the situation may be more serious than she thought. The infectious anxiety from Maisy has transferred to her as well, and she can't do anything else but kneel and agree. "Yes... Please forgive us, young master!"

Hearing what Fiona said, Maisy repeats it word for word, trying to share the punishment with her in hopes of a lighter one.

"Stop. Enough begging. I won't kill you. This is fucking dumb. Fiona, go do your thing," you issue your first order, put off and frustrated by their reactions.

Maisy's worries turn into a beautiful smile, looking up at you with gratitude but only daring to speak after you finish. "Thank you for your mercy, young master!"

Fiona is a little more casual in showing her gratitude, but it feels more genuine than Maisy's. Upset at what she had been put through, she scolds her companion with an "I told you!" before retreating like a startled deer. There's an expectant look on Maisy as well as she waits for her dismissal, but you have other plans and needs.

Crossing your arms, you cut off all room for pleads and arguments with some feigned anger. "I don't how much of a wristslap all this is worth and I don't care, but you talked shit and punishment is due."

Maisy suddenly remembers that she has said some rude things as well, but at least she catches on to the cue not to continue begging. She places her forehead on the wooden floor, hands by her temples while sticking out her bubble butt in what should be a subservient posture... Or should it? You'd much rather believe she's asking to be mounted.

Either way, your dick's getting a treat. Lips... Ass... While her chest is a little modest, it looks quite tight in that corset so maybe you could help her with that.

"Follow me," you order as you turn back towards your room.