Princess Cinderella and the Scullery Maid

Not long has passed since order was restored, good triumphed over evil and Cinderella became Princess Cinderella. But somehow this hadn't quite been the ‘happy ever after’ the former scullery maid had dreamt of. Until one day, something momentous happened.

It was a day as ordinary as any other royal day: Long and dull, painfully sunny, crammed with smiles. It was just about the time that Cinderella would usually take her pre-supper nap. She slipped into something a little more comfortable, a negligee of sorts; and slid herself between the satin sheets of her marital bed. Prince Charming didn't join her for daily naps, he had duties. She once had duties. The satin sheets nurtured and caressed. She never felt worthy of such lavish pleasures, yet the satin would always arouse her.

Usually, she would drift in and out of her mind's tide, awash with memories, but not today. Today was different. Cinderella realised that she had one whole hour of being undisturbed, unheard, unseen. A walk into the forest was suddenly decided upon. She barely redressed, climbed out from the rear-facing, castle window and carefully stepped down the jagged stones that held her new life so sturdily within.

It had been many years since the Princess had stepped foot into the forest, long before her newly bejewelled lifestyle for sure. It was nice... It was new. Yet old and familiar. Berries on the trees twinkled in the sunlight and birds fought for the plumpest feast. Many berries didn't make it and fell to a valiant death to once again serve the ground. The same ground kneaded Cinderella’s feet like dough, she wasn't wearing shoes after all. A reality affirming breeze whispered over her bare skin and in between the fabrics that lay upon her. She felt eyes were on her. All the creatures of the forest, gazing at her almost nude body. Disgraceful. Oh, how she lets her kingdom down.

An impulse grabs hold. Kneeling down, muddying her knees, Cinderella dives her fingers into sordid places. She doesn't intend to stop. This is her purpose in life now, “Punish me” she mutters. Her mind is consumed with rebellious thoughts. What utter scandal would occur if she were caught?

What Cinderella didn't know, was that somebody was watching her. A scullery maid of one of the forest cottages. Out picking berries, she heard moans. And being a maid who lives the same day over and over, followed the anomaly. The sound held her hand and led her to the royal display. Where she hasn't been able to look away since.

The mutterings of “Punish me” entice and bemuse her.

The Princess being so inappropriately dressed empowers her.

The motion of Cinderella’s fingers in her cunt moistens her.

“I will punish you” The words leapt out of her mouth before they had even made their way into the maid’s head. A dishevelled mass of blonde hair upon a quivering body jumps up; and immediately seeks out the voice. The aroused maid emerges from behind a tree. This is the moment Cinderella first laid eyes on the maid, who would later become her Master. “I will punish you as you deserve. You are a disgrace to your kingdom and your husband, nothing more.”

The maid never did let her respond. And has never let her utter a word since, not even to reveal her name. But she honoured her word, she did punish her. That day and every day before supper since.