The mistress of the castle who loves "disciplining" her shy maid, dressed in nothing but a robe.
Complaining that she, supposedly, did a bad job. The shy maid blushing at the *implication* before she's whisked off to her mistress's bed and restrained, her ankles cuffed to each side of the headboard and completely exposing her.
The entire time looking away from her captor and meekly stuttering half-hearted protests.
She's fully clothed and yet... "Oops" the *accidental* snap of scissors against the flimsy little strings of her underwear.
"Guess I'll add it to your paycheck. Oh, what's this?"
Her mistress revealing that stiff, stiff feather and trailing it around her pussy lips, driving her to giggly laughter. Coming closer and closer, and unloading accusation after accusation with her mouth in such *intimate* proximity, lowering underneath her skirt.
This is so embarassing, to be touched so softly and forced to laugh. Her cheeks already red from the skimpiness of her captor, why is she only wearing a robe? This is unprofessional, so distrac-
Suddenly. each venomous word is interrupted by an invasion, a kiss from her lips, a lashing from her tongue. Her own lips wetting her prisoner's, the feather sweeping it all clean.
The poor maid, having to take such slander, losing her mind to the sexually charged discipline she was being taught.
Gently pulling her lips apart, the alternating torture of the tongue entering and licking her *sooo gooddd* with the feather exploring her ticklish insides.
"How many *lick* times must I *lick* teach you *lick* this lesson? This is *brush* how you *brush* clean *brush*"
"Or are you *lick* enjoying this?
She knows well of this game between them. But these words, they always get her. Always expose her.
Her mistress's tongue is immediately *drenched*
She's too shy to ask for it, and even say it outright. But she *loves* this arrangement of theirs.
"Mmmphh, *lick, kiss* ahhh *smack*, what's wrong? Why don't you just... admit it?"
Placing the feather right besides her needy, swollen clit, she starts gently *sawing* it. The maid EXPLODES in laughter, gagged by her own ticklishness.
A merciful, manipulative way the mistress uses to preserve her partner in crime's dignity, before she ends this little play by closing her warm, wet lips around the maid's swollen pussy, slides her tongue inside and...
Overloads the girl's senses, *bursting* all over her tongue and lips in a ticklegasm, lightly continuing past the point of orgasm before letting go.
Letting her exhausted body rest safely on the bed after uncuffing her, she gently, tenderly embraces the ticklish maid, planting a few kisses on her forehead.
"Now, I *smooch* hope *smooch* you learned *smooch* your lesson. I hoooopee"
Flashing a knowing look that immediately causes her to blush again.
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