Warning: This story features bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 16 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Discipline and Posture.

In a serene countryside, on a great estate of many well-tended acres, inside a majestic mansion, there was a drawing room. A high ceiling, polished wood flooring, display cases filled with worldly artifacts and curios, long couches with silk upholstery.

It was this room that Lady Marigold favoured whenever trying to impress and win over a guest. She was sitting on one of these couches, wearing a fine scarlet dress, facing one such guest.

“Were the bedchambers to your liking, your highness?”

The young prince lounged on an identical couch on the other side of an ornate coffee table. He wore exquisitely tailored clothing, a white-buttoned jacket and fine wool trousers.

“It was adequate. The bed was fairly comfortable, despite the lower thread-count. The aroma of potpourri was quite off-putting however.”

“I’m terribly sorry to hear that. I’ll have someone up to the room later to remedy that. Have you given any further thought to our conversation yesterday? Your sponsorship of our charity foundation would be a huge boon. It would also afford you many valuable connections in the local scene.”

He sighed, as if it would be a great burden.

“I’m still deliberating. Despite your generous hospitality, I’m not convinced that travelling out to this corner of the world several times a year is worth the effor-”

knock knock!

“Ah, apologies your highness. Our tea has arrived. Come in.”

From behind the prince’s couch a door opened. Heels clacked on the floor as a servant entered.

“I hope you understand my position, Lady Marigold. I have many responsibilities, and can’t just agree willy-nilly to every... single...”

He trailed off as I trotted into view. My French-maid uniform was a sight to behold.

Black strapped six-inch high heels. Fishnet stockings attached to a garter belt. A black skirt with white frills, mere inches long, flashing floral black panties with every step. A small tight partially-transparent corset-style black and white top, which cupped, raised and barely covered my ample breasts. Short white gloves with frills around the wrists. A headband adorning blonde hair with a neat ponytail.

Despite how much skin the uniform showed off, the extra objects drew even more attention. My ankles wore leather cuffs with a short chain between them. My gloved hands were held up high by a metal yoke, a straight bar clamping around them and my neck. Finally, my mouth was stuffed by a sizeable white ballgag with black straps, including a chin-strap.

I stopped at the side of the table and slightly bent my knees to curtsy towards my employer and her royal guest. Each of my hands, despite their awkward yoked position, held a small tray by an arching handle.

“Thank you Nina. Set the trays down here and pour a cup for myself and our esteemed guest. Please forgive her unusual accessories, your highness. They're customary additions for any young maid in training who is... struggling to achieve the high standards that we expect.”

The yoke I’d been stuck in during working hours for the past week was purportedly to enforce good posture. Time and time again, Lady Marigold and the head maid emphasised that appearance and manners were paramount, especially in front of guests, since my actions represented the estate. They reinforced these lessons with harsh punishments for even slight transgressions.

With the painful memories of those lessons in mind, I bent my knees and lowered myself slowly, keeping my head up and my back straight, maintaining elegance despite the humiliating restraint. Since my feet stayed chained close together, my crouched position had my ass sticking very out far, the barely-there skirt slipping right up off it.

I carefully laid the two trays down onto the low table’s glass surface, then piece-by-piece unloaded the teapot, cups, and assortments in front of the two seated observers. Once everything was set, I stood back up and shuffled around to the Lady's side of the table, crouching down again to reach for the teapot.

I was facing the prince, but kept my gaze lowered and focused on the task of pouring tea. Even so, I couldn’t help but notice him staring straight down my top. Given the tight uniform creating deep cleavage and his perfect vantage point, I supposed it would be hard not to.

shchlp!

Despite doing my very best to remain refined, I couldn’t help but let a large dribble of drool leak from the bottom of the ballgag. It splashed onto the glass table. Lady Marigold both heard and saw the misdeed.

“Nina, I am appalled! I expect better from you in front of company. Clean that up at once.”

“Ymph mphh...”

I started towards the pile of napkins, but heard her clear her throat as a warning. Not them? How else would I...? It only took a moment for me to realise her intention. I turned back towards the drool and leaned over. Even further than before. Further and further until...

plonk!

My breasts rested onto the glass, their round shape squashing slightly as I pushed down. Then I swayed back and forth, using the thin white fabric holding them to wipe the drool patch dry. The shiny surface squeaked as my squishy mounds dragged against it. I was so sure my top would be pulled off by the friction, but it just barely hung on.

I stood back up, almost drooling again which would have undone everything. The prince’s mouth was hanging open in astonishment. Lady Marigold tutted.

“Heavens, now your top is stained. This simply will not do Nina. I will not have one of my maids in dirty clothing.”

She rose from the couch and stepped over beside me. Her hands rested at the front of my shoulders, then slid down. They passed down my upper chest, gliding over the curves of my bosom, reaching the top of the maid uniform...

Down it went. She pulled the fabric down, sliding it under my breasts and tucking the material in neatly. My boobs were fully bared. I managed to hold myself back from making even a peep during the mortifying act.

“Ahhm shwhhh mhph.”

“I didn’t say you could speak! And you should be sorry. Turn around for your reprimanding.”

“Please my lady, it’s quite alright...”

“No no, I’m afraid it’s not your highness. I must deliver repercussions at once to ensure the lesson is properly learned.”

I faced away from her and bent forward, knowing what was coming.

SMACK!

“Good lord!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Mmph! Mmh! Mhhh!”

“Trust me, this is good for her.”

SMACK!

“MMPHH!”

I took the fierce punishment on the rear with as much dignity as I could muster. Still, I was shaking slightly when Lady Marigold completed her final hard spank and sat back down.

“Now, resume your duties and serve the prince.”

“Y... yph mmph...”

I hobbled towards the prince until I stood right in front of him, then turned around to face the table.

Very slowly, I bent down. I felt my skirt slide right up to my waist, the thin decorative fabric of my panties slipping deeper between my cheeks. My ass was right in his face. I could feel his eyes roving all over it, ogling its plump round shape, the bright-pink patches where I was spanked, its slight jiggle when I set the teapot down.

I slowly stood back up again. Without turning fully, I glanced backwards at him, over the yoke, over my bare shoulder.

“Annyphng ngh yhh tmm, yuhh hgghnph?”

“H-huh?”

“She’s asking if you take anything in your tea, your highness. Enunciating properly while her mouth is full is something she still needs to work on. Extensively.”

“Err yes, creamer please.”

I bent down again, twisting to reach the creamer, moving it above his drink, pouring, twisting back. My posterior swayed side to side throughout. I straightened up. Done.

“Annyphnn ephh?”

“Umm.... and sugar.”

Not done yet. I didn’t eyeroll. I didn’t sigh or groan. Doing my duty as an obedient servant, I promptly repeated the process of bending down and making his tea with my head down, and ass up. When I stood and asked the question again...

“A dash of cinnamon as well, if you please.”

Be a good maid. Don’t show frustration. Don’t invite punishment. I could still feel the stinging.

I went down slow for a third time, and added a third ingredient, taking my sweet time and wiggling plentifully to ensure he got his fill of my backside this time. I’d bent over so many times that when I stood back up, the skirt didn't fall down anymore. It remained ridden up, leaving my buttocks almost entirely uncovered.

“Th-thank you maid.”

“That will be all Nina. Make sure you report to the head maid at once and inform her of your shortcomings. She will need to replace your top, and will no doubt want to administer some harsh discipline of her own. Off with you now.”

I curtseyed meekly, then headed off. The prince cast a sideways glance as I shuffled by, at my bouncing uncovered boobs and ass, until I passed beyond the couch and a moment later out of the room.

“I am terribly sorry for any discomfort that may have caused you, your highness.”

“Oh. No that’s quite alright--”

“No no, please. I shall send Nina up to your room later to personally apologise. She will be entirely at your disposal. I implore you to ask anything of her that will make your stay more... pleasurable. She will remain with you until you are completely satisfied.”

Understanding dawned on the prince’s face.

“I see... And will she still have the... umm...?”

Marigold lifted her teacup, hiding a smirk behind it.

“Yes, she will still be wearing ‘training’ equipment of some variety when she comes to see you. If you have any suggestions in that regard, please do pass them on. The head maid will happily accomodate. If I may ask one favour, don’t let Nina off easy should she err in any way. Punish her however you see fit. Will that be sufficient?”

“Ahem. Y-yes that all sounds quite satisfactory.”

“Wonderful! Now, where were we before all that hubbub? Ah yes, the sponsorship.”

“Erm, just before we move back to that topic, I was wondering... Your maid, is she a... seasonal hire or...?”

“She is a full-time live-in maid. She will always be at your beck and call any time you choose to visit.”

“R-right. So as I was saying earlier, I am most certainly very interested in pursuing a continuing partnership with you. This foundation sounds like a perfect intersection of our shared interests...”

Marigold slouched back, sipping her tea, trying to keep the jubilant smile from her face.

That beautiful bumbling blonde maid was proving to be a very useful tool in her arsenal. Marigold was already silently plotting other ways to utilise her. So many more dignitaries to seduce. So many new outfits and discipline regiments to parade her around in. So many more humiliating punishments in her future.