The young prince is put to work

After licking up his mess, Marcus was still feeling warm and happy despite Coraline's warning about more spankings to come and the aching of his already-bruised butt. His let his maid lead him through to the kitchen, where she served them both a bowl of oat porridge. It was a very simple meal compared to what he was used to from the palace kitchens, but the young prince ate it all up anyway just like Coraline told him to. His maid watched him the whole time, smiling with satisfaction and making soft cooing noises as he swallowed the food she'd given him. When he was done, he set his spoon down and glanced up at her, wondering just what she wanted him to do now.

"Now, Marcus, since Mama's going to be working hard in the castle today, I wants to come home to a nice, clean house and a good, obedient boy who's done everything I tell him." Coraline began, the sharper edge to her voice making him instantly sit up straighter and pay attention. "I'm going to give you a list of chores and I expect to see them all done and done well before I return, or else I'll have to punish you again the one way which seems to get through to you. Understood?"

"Yes Coraline!" Marcus nodded frantically. When she talked like this, it just made him want to keep nice and quiet and do what she said!

"Good." She rose from her chair, turning to rustle around in a cupboard until she found a very frilly white apron. "You can wear this while you're working." She explained, carrying it over to the anxious young prince in her arms. "I don't want to see that pretty dress stained or damaged. You definitely won't be sitting comfortably for a long time if you upset me that much." Marcus bit his lip. That wouldn't be a problem if she hadn't made him wear such frilly clothes in the first place, but he was a little too afraid of her to say that. Instead he got up from his chair and let him slip the apron over his chest and tie it neatly behind his back. Just like the dress, it would have been too small for Coraline, but fit him just right. Was it one of hers from childhood again? But it didn't look like it had ever been worn before. Then why would she have it at all? "Perfect." She nodded with satisfaction, giving him a lingering look up and down his body. "Now, let's see what Mama expects her boy to get up."

Marcus followed his maid anxiously through the house as she gave him a rather exhaustive list of tasks she was expecting him to do while she was away. Some didn't seem too hard, like washing up the bowls and pots she'd used for breakfast or hanging up some clothes to dry. Then there the ones that he wasn't so sure about, like sweeping her room and making the bed they'd shared, or dusting the shelves. He'd never had to do any chores in his life before and he wasn't even sure he could. Princes just didn't do that sort of thing. It was what maids were for, wasn't it? Only now Coraline seemed to want to make him her maid instead, and he was just too anxious to argue about it.

"That should be enough to keep you nice and busy for the day." She said at last, as Marcus stared miserably down at a pile of her clothes she'd just told him she wanted folded and put away neatly. "Now don't look so very pouty, baby boy." She cooed, reaching over and grabbing the young prince by the waist. Before Marcus knew what was happening his blushing cheeks were buried back in her boobs and her arms were wrapped around his slender body. "It's just a few little chores, right? And you've got to remember all the things Mama's doing for you. I'm the one who's going to risk my life around your mean uncle and his soldiers and I'm doing it just for you, okay? So you should be grateful to Mama and be a good boy for her, right?"

"Yes Coraline." Marcus nodded into her chest, his face pressed against those two, big soft mounds he was growing to like very much. What she was saying made sense, right? Since she was helping him so much, maybe it was only fair he try his best to do as she said.

"When I gets back, if my boy's been good and done all his chores well, we can have some more naughty fun with Mama's breasts." She cooed in his ear, the rough heat in her voice making him shiver as tingles of anticipation ran down his skin. "Or maybe we can find something else you'll enjoy even more." He whimpered softly as he felt her hand skate down the front of his apron, reaching between his leg to rub his dick through the fabric. It was a little stiff already, and that teasing stroke of her fingers made him moan softly into her soft boobs. "Only if you're very good, of course." She let him go and drew away, leaving him gasping and blushing. "So, while I'm out, do all your chores and stay right in this house where Mama knows you're safe, okay?"

"Okay." Marcus breathed, still feeling a little dazed.

"Good boy." She nodded, looking very pleased with herself. "I'm heading out now, so how about a goodbye kiss for Mama?" She lent down towards him, puckering her lips. Marcus paused for just a moment, before he remembered he was supposed to be trying to be a good boy right now. He craned his neck and brushed his own lips over hers, just a short little kiss, but it still somehow felt like he was giving even more power over to her by doing it. Well, it didn't matter. She was keeping him safe, right, so it was only right she be in charge of him. Even if she was just a maid. "Ah, you taste so very sweet, baby boy." Coraline purred, licking her lips. "Mama's going to be thinking about that kiss all day, so when she gets home she's going to be nice and hot and ready to have fun with her boy, but only if he's been very good, okay?"

Marcus nodded again, his cheeks red-hot. He did wonder why she just kept urging him over and over to be good like this. It did make it a little easier to agree and just go along with her, especially the way she dangled her amazing boobs in front of him like a prize. There wasn't much point in getting mad at her or refusing anyway, not when she was looking after him like this. He watched, his head feeling a little fuzzy, as she pulled on a pair of shoes and went for the door to her little house.

"Goodbye Coraline." The soft words slipped from his lips just as she was about to leave. It felt like the right thing to say, to be good and polite.

"Goodbye baby." She cooed back at him, giving a little wave of her hand. Then she slipped out the door, slamming it shut behind her. There was a loud click of the lock fastening shut which made Marcus wince. So, no getting out of here anytime soon, not that he was really planning anything naughty like that. Instead, he'd been left alone in this pokey little house with a long list of chores he had no idea how to even start with.