The Yummy Princess, Part 1

by Aunt Molly

In the kingdom of the Red Queen, a prosperous land with a proud history, plentiful crops and happy prosperous citizens, there lived a young princess named Rue.

Rue was a lovely girl, beloved by all who knew her. Kind to her peers, respectful to even the lowliest peasant. But wilful enough that she would not be cowed even by the mightiest rulers in her world.

If the heir apparent for the Red Throne had any faults it was her curiosity. Should she need to learn something, even if (especially if) it was something forbidden for a girl of her tender age.

When she was only seven years old, the Princess Rue had issued her first edict, one which her mother - the Queen, and her father - the Prince Consort, had supported.

At Four o'clock, should it be practical to do so, everyone in the kingdom must stop for tea (though Nanny said that in the southern provinces they preferred coffee, this did not concern Rue). This edict had been an outgrowth of play tea parties with her dollies - but still no one seemed to object.

Over the two years since starting the practice she had entertained not only the daughters of the palace servants - but also dignitaries from other lands.

The ambassador of the Dwarven Freehold found the little girl sized table perfectly suited to him, even if he felt a bit silly sitting between Ms. Higgles and her rocking horse.

Of course when affairs of state did not keep them away her parents attended, as did her Nanny. And regardless of her station and who was attending, Rue insisted that she be the one to serve the tea. Cook even said she was getting old enough to make the cakes by herself - "That is, if M'lady wishes to."

But in the height of summer, as she found herself creeping ever closer to the big 1-0, she found her mother conspicuously absent.

In fact no one would tell her where her mother had gone to. Or what could be so important she could miss tea? And why wouldn't the grown ups tell her where her mother had gone to, what she was doing, and why Rue could not be present.

Since the grown ups were no help she called upon the children. Carlo, the wash-woman's grandson searched the East halls. Megan - a maid's baby sister, searched the West halls. Perry - the son of the captain of the guard - searched Upstairs, and Thomas searched the basement.

Of course when all the searching was done the Queen was in the most obvious place, her bedchamber.

Why would mother be hiding in her bedchamber during tea time?

On the very next tea time Rue went straight to her mother's bedchamber only to encounter a guard. Who, very politely, but very firmly told Rue her mother did not desire to be disturbed, Then Rue heard laughing, and another woman's voice. Then Squeals.

Mother was having a good time without her? But why?

Rue was indeed quite upset, and jealous of whomever was spending time with her mother.

Finding she could not get inside she stomped her feet in a very un-princess like manner and walked away.

Her days were usually filled with studying, language, history, music - things her mother thought a Queen should know.. But she felt distracted all day. There was a secret she had to learn about, a mystery she must simply solve.

In the first light of day Rue rose, got dressed and went to the servants quarters. More specifically to the washer woman who was already scrubbing clothes. Carlo was hanging clean clothes on a line to dry just outside.

Carlo was the closest thing Rue had ever had to a big brother - if it was normal for a girl to feel a shiver go up and down her spine every time he smiled at her.

Rue licked her fingers and tried to fix his perpetually messy straw like blond hair. She shut the door so that Carlo's grandmother could not see or hear them. They stood in a back area of the palace. One of the servant entrances that was seldom entered at this time of day.

Rue explained her plan to him. She would need servant clothes. It was of course common for the children of servants to be given small easy tasks. So if she was dressed as a servant perhaps no one would look twice as her. Obscure her face with a little dirt, sneak into her mother's bedchamber and hide there until whatever happened, happened.

"And won't people notice you're gone?"

"I'll tell everyone I don't feel well and I am ever so sorry I cannot attend."

Carlo nodded, "Sounds good, but I want something in return."

That sounded fair to Rue, "Very well if it is in my power - I will provide it for you."

Carlo leaned in and whispered in Rue's ear.

Now to the untrained eye it looked as if Rue were blushing. But it was in fact the complete shock at what the boy suggested that caused a slight delay between the reddening of Rue's cheeks and the lowering of Rue's brow.

"I won't do it! Now give me those clothes!"

Carlo crossed his arms and smiled, those smiles that made Rue shiver. But Rue did not weaken her resolve.

"I am the princess the third most powerful person in this whole kingdom - I order you to do it!"

"No. You give me what I want I will give you what you want."

The arrogance, the absolute arrogance!

"I could tell your grandmother to make you give them to to me."

"You could - but then she'd want to know why you need them. She'll squeal to Nanny - and that will be the end of your disguise."

"Well I won't do it!"

Carlo shrugged his shoulders and went back to hanging laundry.

Rue turned about folding her arms. Tapped her feet impatiently.

Of course Rue couldn't stay mad at the boy. And it wasn't as if what he had asked was that big a deal. And if she was going to do it for anyone, it would be Carlo.

But of course if you didn't make boys work for it - they treated you with contempt.

Rue waited until her face finally cooled down. She hung her head and sighed, "Fine. I'll do it," another heavy sigh, "If I have to."

Carlo rolled his eyes, "Great Goddess, if you are going to be such a big baby forget it! Here!" And Carlo handed her a simple black uniform worn by many of the servant's children.

Carlo went back to hanging laundry. "You - you don't want?"

"Nope - don't worry Rue, I ain't gonna squeal on ya."

Rue considered just leaving. She'd gotten what she came for but, she felt even a princess should not leave a debt unpaid.

She reached behind her carefully undoing the buttons on the back of her dress. She slide it off. The slip beneath was easier, all she needed to down was slide the shoulder straps off and let it fall to the ground.

The air was pleasantly cool on her skin, though she not used to being exposed.

The Royal panties were practically pants in their own right. She slide them down.

Rue then spoke in the most imperious voice she could muster, "Laundry boy - face me!"

Carlo did so, and blushed when he saw.

Now of course the reader should be aware that in a world with no Internet, no Playboy, no cable TV, it was indeed a rare treat to see a naked body.

"Let it be known that Princess Rue does not leave a debt unpaid - even to the laundry boy."

Carlo reached his hand out to touch her, Rue slapped it away. "That will be fore your next favor."

"Fair ‘nuff." Carlo smiled at Rue, "You still look like a princess even with nothing on."

Rue got dressed and then kissed the boy's dirty cheek before leaving.

Later that morning she announced to Nanny that she was not feeling well. And she would not be able to come to tea.

At around an hour before tea time, Rue donned her disguise, messed up her hair and folding a bunch of her dressed to look like freshly cleaned laundry she snuck out of her room.

She tried to avoid talking to anyone. Which was not hard, everyone was busy. But she was stopped by the Overmaid.

Now in the palace there are an army of servants, the maids, carpenters, cooks, seamstresses, carpenters, stable hands, groundskeepers, etc.

And it stands to reason that every army requires a general. That General was the Overmaid. And she did look like a general. Her clothes very prim her eyes steady and fierce. Her jowls and stocky frame reminded Rue of a bulldog.

"You there! Girl! I don't know you!"

Rue cleared her throat and tried her best to adopt a lower class accent, "Sorry Missus I have to get these clothes to the Queen. Brand new outfits just made for her."

The Overmaid put her hand on Rue's shoulder, "Your voice - I have heard it before."

"Oh I'm Taylor's girl! Yep got to deliver these dresses, do not want to keep her majesty waiting!"

"Very good, but explain to your father I need to know who is working in this palace from now on "

"Yes Missus - I'll tell him." Rue smiled to herself she was able to pass herself off as a servant.

When she got to the Queen's bedchamber she'd seen the guard had not yet been posted at the door. Perfect. She went inside and hid under the bed.

And waited...

And waited...

Rue's father, before he'd married her mother, had been the spymaster for her grandmother. Rue's father had told her the most important part of spying was patience. But Rue was running low.

Maybe her mother wasn't going to do today what she was doing on previous days. Maybe it was a fluke. But then her patience was rewarded.

Her mother's voice, "Make sure no one comes in."

"Yes my Queen," answered the guard.

"Come along Collette," The Queen - Rue's Mother, known as the Red Queen, a title handed down from Rue's great-great grandmother - was resplendent in a long slinky red dress with shining gold trim.

The hem swept against the floor, but a slit up the side showed off long shapely legs. The neckline plunged to a point where men had trouble looking her in the face.

The Queen's crowning glory were the long tresses of gold-red hair that flowed down to her mid back.

Rue hoped that when she was grown up she was half as pretty as her mom.

The Queen was not *angry* more determined. Rue had seen this during negotiations that her mother let her sit in on. Because it was important for Rue to know what a queen did.

Collette was a maid whose hair was a somewhat boyish cut. And that was the only thing about her that was even vaguely like a boy. From the large breasts barely held in check by her black and white lace top, the short black skirt that barely hid the tops of her thighs Rue had suspected her underclothes had required more material.

The Queen turned, "Close the door girl, we have much to discuss."

"Yes my Queen."

Collette closed the door with a quit thump.

"Collette, you are aware of the dress code?"

"Yes My Queen." Colette curtsied reflexively, and even as the skirt rode up, Rue caught no sight of an undergarment.

"Recite it for me." The Queen stared Colette down. They were far enough away that Rue could see them from head to toe from her vantage point.

Colette curtsied again, cleared her throat, "A maid of the palace must wear a uniform that is clean and pressed. She must not allow it to fall into disrepair.

"A maid may alter her uniform to her tastes. However, the maid's uniform must meet the following criteria.:

"A maid's uniform is to be made mostly from cotton or wool. Other materials such as lace or silk can be incorporated with consent of the overmaid.

"The uniform must be two parts black and one part white, or as close as the maid is able to manage.

"Her uniform must be safe and comfortable for her duties.

"A maid must maintain a minimum of modesty. The uniform must conceal the nipples, missy and bum of the maid."

The Queen started to pace, about, almost as if orbiting the maid, "I cannot help but notice that the material on the maid's uniforms is getting sparser and sparser."

"Does that displease you my Queen?"

She stood to one side of the maid, "Actually, no. I'm not a prude. And I am glad to see women who are proud of their bodies, proud to be women. But I cannot help but wonder." The Queen then flipped up the back of Collette's skirt.

There was nothing underneath, but smooth bare skin. A wonderfully pretty bottom, but a very bare bottom none the less.

"Colette - do you consider this to be sufficiently covered?"

"No my Queen, I suppose not."

"I like you to be able to express yourselves, but I must set boundaries."

"Yes my Queen."

"And if a servant steps beyond those boundaries their must be repercussions."

"Yes my Queen."

"I will give you two choices, I can make everyone wear Monite style uniforms-"

"No!" Colette shrieked then composing herself she curtsied,"Forgive me my queen, but they are so *frumpy*."

"-Or you could endure a spanking."

Rue gasped, a spanking or give up pretty clothes? Great Goddess!

The Queen then sat down on a loveseat. The perfect place for Rue, The Queen was in the ideal place for her to spy.

Then the Queen patted the shear red cloth on her lap. Colette sat on top of it. This made Rue jealous. No one -but no one- is supposed to sit on her mommy's lap, but her.

"That's very nice Colette - but you know that was not what I meant."

Colette then rose and draped herself across the Queen's silken lap. She raised the black skirt and exposed her bum a second time.

The Queen raised her hand and slapped it on that bare bottom. Hard.

*smack*

Colette yelped, "Show me no mercy my Queen."

"Don't worry you won't get any!" *smack!* *smack!* *smack!* faster, harder, the maid's smooth fair skin turning beet red..

When it was over Colette stood up, rubbing her bottom. "Will that be all my Queen?"

"Yes. Tell the overmaid to amend the dress code to specifically mention undergarment. And put in an order for Monite uniforms. Hopefully you won't have to ever wear them."

The maid curtsied. "Anything else my Queen?"

"Yes - I have hear rumors that you have the best tasting missy in the kingdom, is that true?"

Colette blushed. "I I wouldn't know about the kingdom, but none of my boyfriends have complained. Not that I have had a lot of boyfriends my Queen. I mean I have had a number that is respectable, I mean."

"So you favor men only?"

"My Queen, I have never tried it the *other* way. So I cannot be sure whether or not I would like it. But I am yours to command."

"Lift the front of your skirt."

"Yes my Queen," and she did so - exposing a missy covered in dark hairs.

It gets hair? Rue found herself staring.

There was no hair on the marble statues in town, but there it was, a big ball of dark hairs.

"Hmm." The Queen considered the missy. "It's bearded.."

"I will shave it at the end of my shift, or sooner if it pleases you."

"You don't have to."

"It's no trouble my Queen - I was thinking of doing it. I will tell all the maids to have their missies shaved for you."

"It is your missy - you may do with it as you please."

"Pleasing my Queen pleases me."

The Queen then ran her fingers through the dark curls, "Leave it!"

The maid shivered, "Yes, my Queen."

Then the Queen dropped down to her knees before the maidservant, placing her mouth on the tuft of dark hair, seeking out with her tongue the treasure that lurked beneath.

Rue was fascinated with what she saw, her own missy itched, and Rue squeezed her legs.

Did it really taste good down their? Rue didn't think it would she'd thought it would taste like pee. And when she'd rubbed herself down there before her fingers smelled slightly fishy.

Still her mother didn't seem to mind. Her tongue sliding through a furry jungle, slow easy and practiced. If it was yucky she would have stopped immediately.

The made gasped and breathed hard, her whole body going stiff. Was she in pain?

Rue thought it was unlikely, how could getting licked down their hurt, and Colette did say she'd had lots of boys do that.

Colette closed her eyes and let out a long slow shivering whine. "My queen, my queen, my queen," the young woman sighed and chanted.

Rue corrected herself, no Colette was enjoying this.

The Queen pulled her mouth away from that hairy missy, "Now, my faithful servant you will fulfill my greatest desire - you will have a nice big, loud cum."

Rue's mother then places her mouth back into the thick curls of Colette's missy. The tongue lapping hungrily, and the maid breathing in sharp shallow breathes, the moans and whines coming more frequently, fists clenched tightly to the hem of the short black skirt.

Then a cry, as if in pain, Colette's supremely feminine body shivering with something far more intense than Rue had ever experienced in her short life.

Then it was over breathing deep, her face flushed, Colette curtsied, "Does my missy please you my Queen?"

"Yes it pleases me greatly. It is the yummiest missy I have ever tasted. Remember to wear panties from now on. You are dismissed."

With one last curtsy, Colette quickly exited.

The Queen then washed her face in the washbasin next to her bed, and then left as well.

Rue felt several emotions at once. One that she suspected was lust. An emotion that she'd heard about but was not sure she would recognize. Another was jealousy.- why did her mother lick Colette's missy? Why did Mommy let Colette sit on her lap? Why isn't Mommy doing any of these things with her?

And was Rue's missy yummy? Was she icky? Was she going to go through life as the icky Princess? Queen Rue the icky? No she was a princess it was absolutely necessary she have a yummier missy than anyone in the palace.

And Rue knew exactly who to ask for help.

My first submission - criticism both good and bad is always welcome.