The next morning

The cry of a rooster accompanied the first flecks of sunlight as morning arrived on the farm. Hilda turned away from light pouring through the windows, mumbling something about not wanting to go to school naked. "I've been a good girl, mommy. At least let me have my panties today." The noblewoman was not a morning person, a very unfortunate trait for a new farm worker.

Savannah was used to rising with the sun, however, and had already shucked the blanket from her own bed and walked to her dresser. Her sun-kissed skin glistened a golden brown in the scant light coming through the blinds, but as beautiful as her body was, it was high time to cover it up. She opened her top drawer and withdrew its only contents: a roughed up pair of blue overalls.

Savannah wasn't a socialite and rarely left the farm except for work-related affairs, so she didn't need a diverse wardrobe. Times had been hard the past couple of years and she'd needed to cut several of her expenses; clothing had been one of the first to cut. Other than her bedsheets and curtains, the single set of overalls she donned at the start of each day was the only bit of fabric in the house. Everything else had either been sold or been too worn down to keep wearing. It was difficult, but Savannah was used to it, even if she did sometimes miss the yellow sundress she'd worn all the time as a young lady.

As she buttoned up the straps over her shoulders, the farmer remembered her soft-faced guest curled up on her floor. The reminder came in the form of tripping over said guest and falling ass first onto the ground beside her, hitting her head on the washtub with a loud CLANK! Hilda just rolled over at the sound and murmured, "Class change? But I can't go without my undies. Professor will make me clean the floors for being naughty again."

Savannah groaned. This woman was going to take some getting used to. "Hey, wake up, missy. You've got other things to clean besides your dirty mind."

Hilda's eyes fluttered open and she smiled dreamily. "Hi mistress. Did you want to me to warm you up with some cuddles?"

"What, no I-" But before Savannah could protest, Hilda had wrapped her arms around her back and pulled her in to a bear hug, stuffing her face into the sleeping lady's chest. Hilda giggled like a schoolgirl and brushed Savannah's hair with her fingers. Savannah yelled into the soft, pillowy mounds against her cheeks, unintentionally motorboating Hilda and prompting even more laughter. Eventually, she struggled enough to come up for air, and glared daggers at the sleeping noble. "Okay, rich bitch. You want punishment?" Savannah wrenched her right arm around to grab Hilda by the ear and pulled with all her might.

Hilda started awake with a loud and childish "OOOWWwwwaaa..." and she reached up to rub the side of her face. "What was that for?"

"Nap time's over. Work starts at first light, remember that."

Hilda pouted. "I was having such a great dream, too. I was in finishing school an-"

"I got the gist while you were sawing logs." Savannah stood up and straightened her overalls. "Now's the time for you to saw some actual logs, among other work. The first thing we've got to finish this morning is..."