You decide Nadia needs one too.

Undressing, yet again, you think to yourself, as you take off your outfit for the second, and hopefully final, time today. Putting your clothes on a table, you walk into the bathroom, where a nude Nadia is watching the water fill, and testing the heat of the water coming out of the shower.

"Just a moment, milord," she tells you as she sees you enter, "It's almost ready."

"Thank you, Nadia," you thank her before stretching, decompressing a bit after a very eventful day.

"You'll join me too, right Nadia?" you tease.

"M-milord!" she stammers, "That wouldn't be appropriate."

"You say that as if you're not naked, and I'm not hard," you point out, motioning to your erection staring straight at her, "Besides, I highly doubt that carrying a princess butt naked through a castle would be considered proper anywhere."

"Well, yes," she admits, "But that was on orders from Her Majesty."

"And my word is different because...?" you ask, leaning forwards towards your bodyguard, who's blush is now in full swing.

"I-I suppose it isn't but..." she ponders, "That was for a punishment. Her being paraded in the nude was probably meant to be part of that."

"Well, I suppose that's fair," you acknowledge, "But if I recall, you were overdressed when we met up with Stella earlier, weren't you?"

"!" she gasps, before bowing her head, "You're right, milord. I admit that I did not follow proper procedure before entering the bedroom of an Imperial family member. Pray forgive me."

"Your punishment is to wash my body," you instruct, "With only your chest."

"Alright, milord," she says, before turning the water off, now that the tub is nearly full. Stepping into the shower, you begin to rinse off the day's musk. Well, there wasn't any kind of smell, because of Prestidigitation, but you still needed to take a shower anyway. And a nice bath to relax. As you rinse off your body, lightly rubbing yourself with hands, you make sure to stroke your hard dick a bit, and look at Nadia as you do so. Her blush returns almost instantly as you do. Stepping directly from your shower, into your tub - a feat only feasible because you live in the Imperial Palace, and bathroom setups can be as ridiculous as you want - you motion for Nadia to enter the shower after you. Your tub has easily enough room for eight people, two on each side, with a shelf built into the tub for seating, not unlike a Jacuzzi. Of course, the spot you choose to sit in gives you a completely unobstructed view of the shower as Nadia steps in, and begins to rinse off her body. Of course, while she hasn't had sex at all today, or ever, for that matter, her armor is neither light, nor particularly ventilated, and as such, she needs to wash a decent amount of sweat off. Not to mention, she's not a mage, so she can't clean herself with magic. Since she has to rinse off quite a bit more than you, you relax in the tub, enjoying your personal show. As she gets to her breasts, she turns away from you, avoiding eye contact.

"Nadia," you command, sternly, "Turn around and face me." Wordlessly, she complies.

"Thank you," you say, softer, "I have to make sure your breasts have been properly rinsed, since they're what you'll use to wash me."

"I see, milord," she responds. Continuing her rinsing, you watch as she diligently rubs every inch of her tits, not giving any extra attention to any particular part. After she believes she's done a sufficient job, she locks eyes with you. You don't do anything for a moment, staring intently at her chest as you watch it rise and fall with her breath. You then give her a nod, allowing her to begin rinsing other parts of her body. As she washes her midriff, her back, her curves, you watch, lapping up the sight of her athletic body as the water from the shower runs down her chest and stomach. When she finally reaches her crotch, she starts to turn away, then thinks better of it, as she begins to lightly rub her lower lips, clearly conscious of your gaze.

"Come on now, Nadia," you comment, throwing your hands behind your head as if to settle in to the show, "Your genitalia is one of the most important places to clean, yet it can often be one of the dirtiest. Please clean your crotch with the fervor it deserves."

"As you wish, milord," she meekly agrees, as her pace quickens, and she uses more of her hand to wash herself. Of course, you weren't going to let her finish until she came, but she didn't need to know that. As you watched your bodyguard pleasure herself in the shower, you see it start to take effect, her breathing quickens, an effect clearly visible on her bare boobs, she throws her head back once or twice, before quickly catching herself, and you see her clit becoming more and more pronounced.

"Is that enough, milord?" she asks, panting.

"No, Nadia," you answer clearly, "You haven't clean your clitoris much."

"B-but sir!" she starts.

"It is the most sensitive part of your body," you remind her, "As such, it would be highly detrimental were it to become infected as a result of poor hygiene."

"Alright, Lord Sean," she agrees, before getting to work. You didn't think she could blush any harder, but clearly you were wrong, as she seems to be nearly completely flush. Though, how much of that was the heat of the shower, or just her arousal is unclear. As she rubs her sensitive nub, it's clearly having a much more engrossing effect, as she bites her lip, and opens her legs a bit wider, giving you an even clearer show. She looks at you with pleading eyes as she continues, half hoping you'll tell her to stop, half hoping you'll get up and finish her off. But you won't. She's the administrator of her pleasure, you're just here to watch. You play coy while staring directly at her crotch, maintaining a level of relaxed most men wouldn't, and shouldn't, at this sight. You, of course, aren't most men. You're a talented mage, who's using magic to keep himself calm, and get an insight into your partner's feelings. That's what you always do. And right now, your magic is telling you Nadia is right on the edge, so you decide to give her some encouragement.

Moving your hand from behind your head to your dick, you give yourself a few strokes, matching Nadia's pace. Apparently, this was all she needed, as you see her start to convulse, her body trembling, as her hips thrust in to the air in front of her. You hear her let out a loud moan, the first sound to pass her lips since she began on her clit. Her face contorts into one of pleasure, with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, and her right eye twitching. After a few moments in this state, she quickly adapts a neutral pose, and takes her hand off of her crotch.

"Was that satisfactory, milord?" she asks, the most nonchalant she's been since you entered the bathroom.

"Very much so," you answer, your hands back up by your head, "Remember to clean your posterior next, Nadia."

"Of course, Lord Sean," she obeys, before turning around to show you her firm, athletic ass, as she rubs it, not unlike how she rubbed her breasts, not spending any extra time on one area. You're far more aroused now than earlier though, and it doesn't help that you can see slight remnants from her "cleaning" still between her legs, even with the water running down her body. After she finishes with her ass, she begins working on her legs, bending forward, giving you an even better view of her holes, much to your delight.

"Permission to enter?" Nadia requests, after she's done rinsing and rubbing every last inch of her body.

"Permission granted," you grant, watching your bodyguard enter the tub, and make her way over to you.

"You recall your punishment, yes?" you wonder, as she grabs a bar of soap.

"To wash you with only my breasts, milord," she dutifully recalls, as she begins lathering her chest, "It is a challenge I shall endure." She says she'll endure it, but you have no plans on doing so yourself. Especially as she straddles you, and begins pressing her chest on yours, which is somewhat above the water, as you soak in the feeling of her C Cup tits, being dutifully pressed into your skin. You feel her hard nipples, being dragged along your pecs, up to your shoulder, then past your arm, as her rack envelops your arm as best it can. While you aren't particularly athletic, you do keep in shape, enough that leaving your arm between her moderately sized boobs while she applies more soap looks somewhat silly.

"How has this been, milord?" she asks, running her breasts up and down your arm.

"Excellent," you compliment, "But make sure to get my hands." Obliging you, she envelops your hands in her jugs, as you grope, knead, squeeze, and pinch them, all the while looking at her face. It seems pinching her nipples is a favorite of hers, as she can't help but bite her lip each time you do so.

"The other arm, Nadia," you command, giving her another pinch. She obeys, moving to your other arm, also above the surface of the water, running it up and down between her tits, as she did your first arm, and moving to the hand once again, where you simply pinch her nipples in alteration a few times, her face becoming more and more aroused as you do so.

"I-I believe it's time for your back, milord," she moans between pinches.

"I believe you are correct," you agree, giving the aroused woman a moment to climb off of you, before you ascend to the upper level of the tub. Well, it's not really an upper level, it's more of a ceramic sitting area that allows you to keep your feet in the water. It's the only place you can really have someone sit behind you comfortably. After you're seated, she makes her way behind you, spreading her legs so that each one sits adjacent to yours, her pussy clearly visible as you watch her sit behind you. Soaping up her breasts once again, she leans forward, putting her breasts, and some of her weight, onto your back. Rubbing up and down, you feel her nipples, even harder than before, dragging up and down your back. After a few more strokes, you turn, planting your face directly into her chest.

"You never washed my face," you realize, your mouth buried in her rack.

"I did not realize you wished for me to do so," Nadia apologized, before you start moving your head back and forth, stimulating her jugs. You'd open your mouth for a taste, but you'd rather not get any soap in your mouth. After a few moments, and a moan from Nadia, you turn back, giving her access to your back. She begins slowly moving her chest down, you feel her legs sliding further back, to allow her to move her breasts lower, reaching the lower half of your back, and even down to the top of your ass. She rubs down there for a number of strokes, before she gets up, and re-enters the water. You stretch out your leg, and she takes it into her bosom, once again sandwiching it as best she can between her respectable chest. Working it up and down, she makes sure to include your feet in her strokes, before doing the same to your other leg.

"Are you ready for the finale?" you ask her, having sufficiently had you legs scrubbed by your bodyguard's boobs. She nods, and you spread your legs further, allowing her to envelop your nine inch manhood between her breasts, as she reapplies the soap to them. Pressing them together, she goes up and down, up and down, up and down, and you feel the arousal of the last fifteen minutes begin to catch up with you.

"Nadia," you say, after a few more strokes, "Please use your mouth to clean my dick. I'd rather not make a mess after we just got done cleaning up, so make sure to swallow it all."

"As you command, milord," she obeys, swallowing your dick and diligently bobbing up and down. At this point, it doesn't take long for you to feel the pressure, and explode into your mouth. For most men, cumming four times in one day would result in a noticeably lower liquid output, but you kept yourself ready using magic, ensuring your bodyguard swallowed a balanced meal. Of course, she continued to suck, draining every last drop of this load, which may be your last this day. Partially she sucked to taste all of you that she could, but she knew that if she left a mess around your cock, she'd likely just be asked to clean it with her mouth anyway. After a few moments of cleaning, your dick emerged from her mouth, with a satisfying pop.

"You have successfully finished your punishment," you tell your bodyguard, still catching your breath, "And since I'm clean, I'll leave you to the bath." Standing up, you began drying yourself, once again with Prestidigitation. There's a reason it's always the first thing they teach beginners.

"Oh, one more thing," you turn to Nadia, who's now sitting in the tub, soap in hand, "I'll be bringing a bathrobe for Stella, so if you wish to put on your tunic, feel free to." Even if Stella, for whatever reason, decided not to get dressed, giving Nadia the explicit instruction to dress would save her from another "punishment".