Terribly embarrassing, and he's too afraid to fight.

Marcus didn't resist when his maid returned, grabbed him firmly by the wrist, and pulled him still naked out of the little bedroom. He was blushing furiously and kept his free hand firmly covering his soft dick, but he knew trying to fight her any more would be a huge mistake. She'd seemed absolutely serious about her threat to punish him.

Coraline yanked him through into another small room. In the center of this one there was a large copper tub, filled up about halfway.

"Get in, Marcus." She pushed him gently towards it. Biting his lip, the young prince lifted himself over the side and into the warm water. At least he could hide his naked body under the rim of the bath, and it was roomy enough for him to fit comfortably. He'd always enjoyed splashing around in the water in his bath back home. Now if Coraline would just leave he'd be able to soap himself off nicely and hopefully relax and think about his situation.

He groped around the bath, searching for a brush or soap that didn't seem to be where he could reach. When he gave his maid a questioning look, his mouth dropped open when he saw she was stripping out of her own shift.

"What are you doing?" He spluttered.

"Joining you, of course, silly." The maid replied, like that wasn't shocking in the slightest. She folded the shift over one arm and laid it on a shelf, hardly seeming to care that she was totally naked. "How am I going to make sure you're nice and clean like a good boy if I don't do it myself?" An angry reply was halfway up Marcus' throat before he remembered he couldn't risk making her mad again.

"Coraline...I can bathe myself." He pleaded instead, struggling not to stare at her huge boobs. They were just so big and round it was really hard! His frantic gaze drifted over his large, dark nipples before he tore it away and stared at the wall instead, cheeks blazing red-hot.

"Nonsense." She shook her head, grabbing a bar of soap and a long-handled brush. Before he could even manage to protest, she started getting in behind him. With a sharp squeal of shock, Marcus wriggled forward before he could touch her naked body. That left him pressed right up against the wall of the bath, with precious little space between them. "Marcus." She snapped. "Get back here so I can wash you. You're acting like you're scared of me."

The young prince desperately wanted to say that he was scared of her, or at least how she was acting now, but the hard edge to her voice suggested that wouldn't go down well at all. Instead, he swallowed hard and slowly eased himself just a little back. As soon as he was close enough she splashed some water over his bare back. Her soap-covered hand followed, rubbing the lather into his skin in a way that felt rather harder than it should be. Marcus stared down into the bath, his blush so fierce it had spread right to his neck and ears. He shivered again as her groping fingers rubbed around his sides, splashing more soapy water over his body. Her hands lingered in certain places even after she'd rubbed in the lather, like she didn't want to let him go.

He still didn't understand why Coraline thought this was necessary! He'd been washing himself since he was seven. Sure, that had been a little old, he knew, but he'd used to like bathing with his Mother back then. She always washed him so gently and nicely, and it had been a nice chance for them to chat where she wasn't busy ruling the Kingdom with his Father. Only when he started to get older and embarrassed about his girly body did he stop asking to join her. Now his maid was treating him like he was a child again!

Marcus was still too nervous to fight back, and meekly obeyed her every order over the intensely embarrassing bath that followed. When she told him to duck his hair underwater, he did so, even though it meant he had to wiggle back and ended up with his butt pressed between her legs. She kept him there too, her hand holding him tightly by the waist whenever he tried to edge forward again. He could feel the heat of her body on his skin, her soft thighs pressing against his hips.

Then she washed his front, but she did it by leaning forward and reaching over him, which meant those big boobs of hers pressed against his back. Marcus tried to ignore the soft mounds rubbing all over his skin, but it was hard to focus on anything else. Worse still, her hands were rubbing all over his bare chest, even tweaking his tender pink nipples at one point and making him squeal in shock. She'd laughed at him then, like it was funny! Then she did it again!

Marcus was a teenage boy who'd never even seen a girl naked before, and all this was way too much for him to take. Even though he was so afraid of upsetting her, his little dick couldn't help but stir under the warm water. Soon it was all stiff and achy, and every time her hands rubbed over his tingling skin it throbbed even hotter. The young prince bit his lip hard, struggling to fight the naughty feelings flooding through his body. She'd be so mad if she saw he'd got a boner from this! Then she lent in nice and close, rubbing her soft boobs on his back again, and murmured something in his ear that made his heart nearly stop.

"Stand up, Marcus." She breathed. "I need to wash your cute butt and boy bits too."