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“Danica? To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Vesna reclines against the back of her seat, an innocent expression worn on her face. Her desk is covered in mountains of paperwork she’s neglected to work through, but she can still make out Danica’s cold expression between the stacks. The head housemaid of Zaployarny Palace stands in the doorway of Vesna’s office, silent and composed. Vesna opens her mouth to speak again, but Danica takes a step forward into the chamber before she can speak. As she approaches, Vesna spies an item in the maid’s hands; a small, crumpled piece of black fabric that’s been folded into a small cylinder. “What have you got there?” She smiles, curiosity lacing her saccharine words.
“Your latest prank.” Danica tosses the folded object onto Vesna’s desk, and it loses its shape as it collides with the wood. The item unfurls to reveal a neat pair of black panties. As soon as she registers what the item is, Vesna picks it up and holds it behind her back, her face growing a few shades redder. “Ordinarily, I wouldn’t deign to address your transgressions. This, however, is not an ordinary prank.” Danica approaches the desk, and she places her hands on the edge of it, leaning over a tall stack of papers. Vesna looks up at her warily.
“Danica–”
“It is one thing to sneak lemon slices into my meals, or to doodle on my effects. It is another entirely to leave a pair of your garments on my pillow. What if another maid saw them?”
Vesna swallows hard. After a beat, she clears her throat, keeps her eyes lingered on her desk, and then flicks them up to meet Danica’s at last to say, “That’s a very serious accusation to make, Danica. Say I did it – which I am not admitting to – what would be made of me?”
“What would be made of you?”
“Would I be…disciplined?”
Vesna bites her bottom lip to stifle a smile. She waits a moment, then mirrors Danica’s position by rising to her feet and placing her hands on the edge of the desk. Their faces are far closer to one another now, but the height gap between them is still pronounced. Up close, Danica’s expression is largely unfazed, and a pang of worry shoots through Vesna. She –
“Keep your hands fixed flat on the desk, Vesna.”
Vesna blinks rapidly, but she does as she’s told. She watches as Danica methodically walks around the desk, stopping only when she’s directly behind her. Vesna feels Danica’s breath on the back of her neck, but she doesn’t dare to move her head. “Move your hands to the middle of the desk, and widen your stance.” Her tone is cold and exacting, but Vesna does as she’s told.
“How do you know those are even mine?”
“Why don’t I lift your skirt up and check under your tights? So I know for certain?” She brings her lips to Vesna’s ear and mumbles, “What do you think, Vesna?”
Vesna shudders, and she shakes her head. A moment later, she feels her skirt being lifted up and pinned against the small of her back. For a moment, she closes her eyes. “What do you see, Danica?”
Beneath her skirt and tights, Vesna is bereft of her underwear. Her face contorts into a knowing grin, and she shifts her standing weight between her legs. A pregnant pause fills the air between the two, then Danica whispers, “Someone in dire need of being punished.” After a beat, a loud thwack fills the chamber as Danica’s hand collides with Vesna’s ass. Vesna arches her back in response to the hit, a grunt escaping her lips. A stinging sensation wells up in her backside.
“Wait, Danica…the door–”
THWACK!
THWACK!
A noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan comes out of Vesna, and she brings a hand to cover her mouth. She feels her hair tugged on, causing her neck to snap back. She sees Danica out of the corner of her eye, her usual stoic facade still on her face. “Didn’t I tell you to keep both of your hands fixed to the table? You’re awfully naughty today, Vesna.”
THWACK!
Pain blossoms through Vesna’s back, and she unconsciously pushes her hips back to be closer to Vesna. “What are you doing?”
Vesna blinks. “What?”
“You’re backing up into me.”
“...am I?”
Vesna’s face grows red as she feels both of Danica’s hands on her ass, kneading her for a moment before spanking her cheek hard. She yelps, and her gaze quickly shoots towards the door. “Danica, the door!”
“Oh? You leave your panties on my pillowcase, and suddenly you’re ashamed of your explicit nature being exposed to the staff of the house?”
“My explicit nature?”
“Let’s not kid ourselves. Who do you think cleans your chambers? I’ve seen the toy collection you own.”
“I-is that so?”
THWACK!
“Are you enjoying yourself, Vesna?”
“W-what could possibly give you that impression?”
“You’re soaking the back of your tights.”
Vesna’s face grows beet red, and she puts her forehead down onto her desk. She remains like this for a few moments, until she feels pressure in her backside; Danica digs her nails into the fabric of the tights until she punctures holes in them, and then she rips them open wide enough to have access to Vesna’s butt.
“W-what do you think you’re doing?”
“You’ve grown filthy, Vesna. So very filthy. Don’t you want me to clean you up?”
Vesna rises, and she turns to face Danica for the first time. Her expression is neutral, but there’s a twinkle in her cerulean eyes. After a few moments of eye contact, Vesna nods. Danica withdraws briefly, and she gestures for Vesna to spin around. Vesna does as she’s told, resting her injured butt on the edge of her desk and spreading her legs. She grabs onto a stack of paperwork for support, and she watches as Danica calmly gets onto her knees, pulls her hair back behind her ears, and buries her face between Vesna’s legs.
Danica widens the holes she made with her fingers by biting onto the fabric with her teeth and pulling, creating a wide enough space to have access to Vesna’s crotch. Danica begins by kissing and sucking on the inside of Vesna’s thighs, leaving a trail of hickeys closer and closer to Vesna’s mound until her lips are on it. She probes softly, beginning with her roaming tongue swirling around her folds before she starts to lap at her like a dog drinking water on a hot day. Vesna digs her nails into the wood of the table as Danica increases her pace, gradually working faster and faster as she zigs and zags her tongue back and forth. Slowly, Danica works her way up to Vesna’s clit, sucking and swirling her tongue around it gradually.
As she does this, Vesna works hard to stifle her moans. She brings one hand over her mouth and begins to rock her hips into Danica’s face, and as Danica works at her faster and faster, her wings begin to flutter uncontrollably. Vesna does her best to stifle a groan, painfully aware of the open door. She–
Footsteps. Someone is coming.
“Danicaaa~..s-someones’ coming. Get under the table.”
“When did you start giving me orders?”
“Please, Danica!!”
Danica rolls her eyes and obliges, getting under the desk. Vesna returns to her seat, feigning returning to her work. She brings her seat as close to the desk as she can, and she listens carefully as the footsteps grow louder and louder. Beneath the desk, Danica grabs hold of Vesna’s thighs and quickly resumes her work, ‘cleaning’ Vesna thoroughly with her tongue. Vesna grips the desk for support, a moan escaping her lips.
A moment later, a maid enters the office. Vesna’s face grows bright red, but she pretends like she’s hard at work. “Miss Vesna, dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. Would you prefer soup or salad tonight?”
“S-salad, please. Thank you!!”
“..Are you feeling well, miss? Your face is rather red.” The maid begins to approach, but Vesna raises her hand.
“I’m quite alright! Just having a h-hot flash,” She feels Danica withdraw for a moment, giving her a moment of respite until she feels two of Danica’s fingers begin to part her folds. She quickly clears her throat and shakes her head. “Will that be all?”
The maid nods, an uncertain expression on her face, and she silently spins and leaves the room, closing the door as she exits. As soon as the door is shut, Vesna melts into her seat, pushing it back a few inches so Danica can exit the space under the desk. Danica rises to her feet, her hand unmoving from Vesna’s crotch.
“S-some nerve you have!!!”
She shrugs. “I was simply performing my duties.”
“Hmph.”
Danica studies Vesna’s expression for a few moments, before she reaches for a duster clipped to her belt.
“W-what are you doing with that? Don’t tell me you’re going to dust–”
“Do you think you can take this?”
“E-excuse me?”
“Answer my question.”
Vesna pauses, staring first at Danica, then at the handle of the duster. It doesn’t seem much wider than any of the toys Danica has discovered in her room. She nods slowly, spreading her legs. “...Be gentle.”
Vesna finds herself with her stomach flush against the wooden desk, her arms gripping the edges for support as Danica fucks her with her duster. Danica keeps one hand firmly on the duster’s handle, pumping in and out of Vesna at a consistent tempo. She holds a tuft of Vesna’s ponytail firmly with her offhand, using her leverage to keep Vesna’s head off of the desk so that she can hear her properly.
“I wonder what the Tsaritsa would think if she saw you right now?”
“D-don’t say such things!!”
“Does she know her right hand is a slut? You take it so well.”
Vesna shakes her head, a moan working its way out of her. “L-like you’re sooooo innocent yourself. T-tell me, Danica, didn’t you like taking a break from tasting meals for the Tsaritsa? Aren’t I far tastier?”
Danica begins to work faster as she says this, and she lets go of Vesna’s hair to spank her twice. Vesna arches her back at the hits, grunting loudly with each thwack.
“Are you enjoying yourself, slut? It certainly sounds like you’re having a good time.”
“A-aren’t you a sweetie? S-so worried about my pleasure. You love to serve, don’t you?”
Danica spanks her again. “I ought to fuck that tone out of you.”
“I’d like to see you try.~”
Danica keeps her pace consistent, fucking Vesna just about as deep as she can with the back of her feather duster. She resolves herself to push Vesna’s head into the desk as she does so, her pace rapid. She measures the sounds Vesna makes, studying her; she listens as Vesna’s breath grows more and more ragged, and her moans become louder and louder. Just when it seems like Vesna’ is about to climax, Danica calmly withdraws the handle from within Vesna, and she spanks her butt with it once.
“W-what are you doing?!!”
“Hm?”
“Why would you do that?!”
“I’m not sure what you mean. Why don’t you use your words?”
Vesna tries to pick herself up from the desk, but Danica places an authoritative hand on her back, keeping her pinned down. Vesna tilts her head to the side, her breath shaking. “Y-you need to put it back in right now.”
“You ought to be more grateful for my services, Vesna.”
“What?!”
“Perhaps if you thanked me, I would be more inclined to continue?”
“I-I’m not doing that!” Vesna grunts, arching her back in an attempt to lift her butt higher into the air. She wiggles it back and forth, as if she’s trying to lure Danica into submission.
“That’s a shame. I suppose we’re concluded here, then.”
“What?! Wait!!”
“Hm?”
Vesna closes her eyes tightly, spreads her legs slightly, and grumbles, “pleasekeepgoing..!”
“What was that? I can barely hear you, Vesna.”
“Please keep going, Danica. P-please. Please. I-I’ll do anything.”
“Anything? Now, that sounds very appealing,” It sounds like she’s smiling when she speaks, “why don’t you put your hands behind your back for me?”
“If I do that, will you keep going?”
“We’ll see.”
“Ugghhhhh. You’re the worst.” Vesna does as she’s told, placing her arms behind her back. Danica grabs hold of them tightly, pushing her down against the desk. A moment later, she brings the tip of the feather duster to Vesna’s entrance, rubbing it up and down but not inserting it. Vesna waits patiently, then she waits impatiently, then she grunts and groans and whines. “Just put it in already!”
“Use your manners, Vesna.”
“I’m so sick of you.”
“What was that?”
“...please put it back in. Please, Danica.”
Danica thrusts the feather duster in as deep as she can, bottoming out inside of Vesna. She moans loudly, trying to bury her face into the desk to stifle it to no avail. Danica keeps a firm grip on Vesna’s hands, but her wings flutter uncontrollably as she pumps in and out.
“You take it so well.”
“Would you s-shut up and focus on going steady? I’m almost there..!~”
“I’d watch my tongue if I were you. We wouldn’t want me pulling out again would we?”
“Please, please don’t~~!!”
“What do we say?”
“T-thank you for f-fucking me, Danica..!”
“Good girl. That’s more like it.”
Danica keeps her pace steady now, fucking Vesna at a consistent tempo. She takes deep thrusts, holds them for around half of a second, then pulls out almost completely so she can make another deep thrust. As she repeats this, she eventually withdraws her hand from Vesna’s back so she can spank her again, drawing a yelp and a moan out of Vesna.
“I-I’m gonna cum, Danica.”
“Yeah?”
“Y-yes!”
“Aren’t you missing something?”
“W-what?!”
“You haven’t asked for my permission yet.”
“You a-aren’t serious.”
“Do I sound like I’m kidding?” Danica pulls the handle back so just the tip of it is inside, and she pauses moving for a moment.
“Okay! Okay!! I’m sorry!! Please, Danica, p-please let me cum. Please. I’ll be good. No more pranks. Please.”
Danica keeps the handle at her entrance for a few more moments, then mumbles a solitary “Good girl” and continues her ministrations. From the moment she resumes, it isn’t very long until Vesna is more of a mess than she is a person; she digs her nails into the wood of the desk for support, her breath is ragged, she whimpers with every exhale, and she’s dripping down her legs. When she finally climaxes, her wings lift her about an inch off of the desk, and she arches her back. She releases a deep, guttural whimper, and her body begins to shake uncontrollably.
“Cum for me, Vesna.”
A bit of liquid squirts out of her as Danica finishes speaking, splattering onto the ground beneath the desk. Vesna moans, crying, and she falls back onto the desk exhausted. Danica slows her pumps down gradually before pulling out entirely. She spanks her a final time with the handle, then she rubs her hand up and down on the girl’s butt before removing her hand entirely.
“Very well. That’s a sufficient enough punishment for me.”
“Y-you…”
“Hm? What’s that?”
“...n-nothing, Danica..”
“Good girl. My, what a mess you’ve made, Vesna.”
“G-good thing..mmn..I have a maid here to help me clean it up.”
“Oh? You wish to put me to work?”
“I-If you would be so kind.”
“Roll over.”
Vesna does as she’s told, and she sees a small smile resting on Danica’s face for the first time all night. Vesna spreads her legs weakly, and a moment later, Danica is back on her knees.
“Y-you knowwww..I should prank you way more often if this is the response I’ll get.”
“Don’t push it.” Danica grins, before burying her face deep into Vesna’s mound. For the rest of the night, the door to Vesna’s chamber remained shut and locked, and the mysterious absence of the head maid was the center of much speculation amongst the maids of Zaployarny Palace; regardless of the risk of rumors, the right hands of the Tsaritsa kept themselves occupied well past the wee hours of the night.