Alessandra
Alessandra decided she liked these baths. She hadn’t wanted to take one, they were always cold, and the water was dirty from all the whores going first, but after The Spanking, she wasn’t going to make a fuss over it. She wasn’t sure what to think about The Spanking. It was like a beating, but not. Nice Duchess Helga seemed more upset about giving it to her than she had been to be Spanked. She decided she didn’t want to make Nice Duchess Helga upset again, so she would try to behave and do what she asked her to. She didn’t want to be sent away and miss out on food and baths. Getting ready for the bath had been strange, but everything today had been strange, so nothing new. First a ‘maid,’ she wasn’t sure what that was, but she had called her a ‘Lady,’ which made her laugh, had to lead them around a lot of halls; Alessandra thought she might be leading her somewhere to rob or beat them, but had remembered that Nice Duchess Helga had sent her and so she wouldn’t rob her, so it must be okay to follow her. She had shown them a room that she called a dressing room and where TOWELS were; amazingly, there were lots of them.
Alessandra had tried to grab them all, but Yvette had stopped her, telling her that they were for everyone and she could only have two. TWO towels, all to herself! She could live with that. Yvette might be nice.
Yvette then helped her get undressed, Blasted Undergarment and their stupid knots, and showed her where to put her clothes so the ‘maid’ could clean them. She did not like letting her clothes out of her sight but did as she was told. If her stuff was stolen, she would…. she would…. she would do something. The Priestess had then led her to a room with some stools and made her sit and dumped water on her. She was shocked when it was warm; maybe this was good. Then Yvette dumped water all over Suzzane. This confused Alessandra; was there more than one tub? She decided if Suzzane wanted to be cold and wet, that was her business. She looked for a rag to start scrubbing herself but got another surprise when Yvette told her to sit still, grabbed a small towel and a big bar of soap, and started scrubbing her. When the small towel got dirty, she got another one and kept scrubbing. Nice Duchess Helga must be really rich to have so many soft towels that she can cut so many of them up.
After four small towels, Suzzane came over and told Yvette it was her turn to bathe, and she started scrubbing Alessandra. After four more small towels, Yevette came back over, put some stuff in her hair, and started rubbing her head. Alessandra started yawning; this was nice. After she yawned, Suzzane said that was enough for now and that we needed to go soak. She got more warm water dumped on her. This is great; Nice Duchess Helga could Spank her every day if she got to do this even just once a week!
The tub was AMAZING! The Priestess laughed at her squeal but didn’t let her run and jump in. Meanies! They asked her if she knew how to swim, leading her to a shallow spot when she said no. It was so hot! After some time, she felt herself get lifted out. She tried to wriggle back into the tub, but whichever Priestess had her was surprisingly strong.
Back in the changing room, the priestess quickly dried themselves and started drying her. They wrapped a towel around her hair in a fancy way and started talking about what to do with her hair.
“What do you mean ‘do about my hair?’ It’s mine, you can’t have it,” Alessandra said, trying to wriggle away.
Suzzanne looked at her confused, but Yvette knelt and looked her in the eyes and said, “Honey, we don’t want to take your hair; we are trying to figure out how to make it pretty. You do want to look pretty for Duchess Helga, don’t you?”
Alessandra thought back over what she could remember Nice Duchess Helga saying to her. She couldn’t remember anything about her having to be pretty, so she answered honestly, “Nice Duchess Helga said she would love me for being me, so I don’t care if I’m pretty,” she looked at Yvette. She added, “Duchess Helga told me to be nice to you and do what you say, so if you say I need to look pretty, I will try to.”
“Okay, I think pigtails would be best for tonight, Suzzane; go ahead and get dressed; I’ll start on this mess.”
After some unpleasant tugging, Suzzane switched places with Yvette. She tugged harder and kept saying bad words under her breath. After some more tugging, Yvette returned and worked on the other side of her head. It took a while, but Yvette finally said they had done all they could for the night and told her it was time to get dressed.
When her cubby came into view, Alessandra rushed over, threw out everything in it, and screamed, “WHERE IS MY PRETTY DRESS!? WHO STOLE IT? I’LL SHANK ‘EM GOOD!” She felt that strange warmth in her chest again. Strange, it didn’t hurt this time.
The priestess gasped, and Suzette fell to her knees. Yvette ran over to her and hugged her.
“Calm down, Alessandra, no one stole your pretty dress,” she said.
“Then where is it? I knew someone was tricking me; it must have been the Maid-Thief; I’ll shank her for this,” she growled. The warmth got hotter, and a guard rushed through the door with his spear in his hands and looked frantically around.
Yvette yelled, “Get her a surcoat, NOW! We need another ‘special’ mage. She’s losing control.”
The guard, who wasn’t wearing a surcoat, rushed out. Suzanne passed out.
“Alessandra, honey, look at me. We told you that your clothes would be washed, remember?” Alessandra nodded. The guard stepped back into the room, and Alessandra’s eyes lit up as the guard handed over her pretty dress.
“See, it’s all clean now,” Yvette said.
The warm feeling started to go away.
Yvette let out a sigh. “See, it simply took the maid a while to get it cleaned. No one was tricking you into leaving your stuff alone to steal it. You never have to fear that here.” Yvette looked over to the guard and barked out, “You, guard, are you the ‘special’ mage?” He shook his head. “Then leave. Can’t you see there is a naked girl here?”
Alessandra, suddenly aware that she was naked and the guard was a man and that Seth, the beggars, and whores said not to be naked around men, screeched and hid behind Yvette.
“ Pervert,” she yelled, peeking around Yvette to stick her tongue out at the guard. “ Go away, or I’ll tell a Fluffy Priest you like little kids! ” The guard left quickly at that.
Alessandra beamed, “It worked just like the whores said it would!” Looking at Yvette, she asked, “What’s a Fluffy Priest? That’s a silly name.”
Yvette got a funny look on her face, but before answering, a female guard stepped through the door and closed it. She rushed over to Suzzane, placed a glowing hand on her, and started mumbling. After a minute, she turned to Yvette and spoke, “She’s fine, she just used too much power too quickly, give her a few minutes, and she’ll be up and about.”
Yvette let out a sigh of relief, “That’s good. Can you help gather up Alessandra’s clothes?” The guard nodded and began gathering the scattered items. Yvette grabbed Alessandra’s hand and led her back to the cubby.
“Answer me, what’s a Fluffy Priest?” Alessandra demanded, tugging on Yvette’s hand.
“A Fluffy Priest is a Priest of Fluffy, God of Children,” Yvette answered. “What you said to that guard was not very nice, Alessandra. He was doing his job trying to protect you when you started yelling. He wasn’t trying to spy on you; he was trying to make sure you were safe. You will have to apologize to him when we leave.”
“Why I’m not sorry. The whores told me not to lie, except to customers,” she said and furrowed her brows. “They said the last part quietly, so I don’t think I was supposed to hear it. I have good ears, so I hear a bunch of stuff I’m not supposed to, like how Mr. Gunther visits Miss Feleca at night even though he has a wife. I don’t know why that isn’t good. It’s good to visit friends, isn’t it? But all the women at the market thought Mr. Gunther was bad for doing that.”
Helping Alessandra into her Blasted Undergarments, Yvette didn’t answer right away. The guard was helping Suzzane, who had just woken up, into a seat and was chuckling quietly.
“Looks like you have quite a chore in front of you, Miss,” she said.
“I know,” Yvette growled, scowling at the guard. “Alessandra, I don’t think whores are good role models for you. Please just apologize to the guard; I will ask Duchess Helga to explain why later.”
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Shrugging and looking at the new piece of clothing Yvette was holding, she said, “If you say so, what’s that? It looks like what the whores wear when going to work. Do you want me to be a whore? They said not to become one. Why is that?”
Yvette’s and Suzzane’s mouths started opening and closing like Nice Duchess Helga’s did when Alessandra said something bad.
Feeling overwhelmed and confused again, she looked at the guard staring at her; she asked, “Did I say something bad again? I just asked a question. Duchess Helga said I could ask all the questions I want, but everyone gets upset at my questions. Why?” She sat down, clutched her surcoat, and started crying. The guard rushed over, gathered her into a hug, and rocked her gently.
“It’s ok, girl, ask all your questions. It’s not your fault they don’t know how to answer,” she said, grabbing a towel; she cleaned Alessandra’s face. “We most definitely do not want you to become a whore. We can have Duchess Helga tell you why it’s not okay to become a whore later. Is that okay for now?” Alessandra nodded.
Holding up the piece of clothing that prompted Alessandra’s question, the guard said, “This is an undershirt. We wear them under our dresses to keep the dress from scratching us. See how soft it is? Wouldn’t it feel nice to wear?”
Alessandra grabbed the ‘undershirt’ and nodded yes to the guard’s question.
“Raise your arms so I can help you put it on.” After getting the undershirt on, which was made harder by Alessandra refusing to let go of the surcoat. The guard looked at the simple dress the maids had brought for Alessandra and asked her, “Can you put that on yourself? I want to shake the priestesses out of their shock.”
“Yes,” Alessandra looked at the priestess, who were still opening and closing their mouths, and giggled, saying, “They look like fishes.”
“That they do,” the guard said. As Alessandra wiggled into the dress, she heard someone get slapped lightly. Popping her head out the top of the dress, she saw the guard slap Suzzane while Yvette was rubbing her cheek.
Suzzane blinked a few times, held her hand to her cheek, stood, and turned towards the guard.
“ HOW DARE YOU STRIKE ME! I WILL HAVE YOU FLOGGED! ” Suzzane yelled. Alessandra ran over to hide behind Yvette.
“Pull yourself together, Priestess; I didn’t slap you that hard. You are a Caregiver. Care for your charge, not your pride. You have no standing in this house; you are here as little more than a hireling; you can’t cause me any trouble. If you must complain, my name is Kathrine Moor, Countess of the Moor in my own right, a Vassal of the Duke of Halrond. Try to make trouble, Priestess, I dare you; we both know who will still be here in the end” turning to Yvette and Alessandra, she said, “Please fix her hair; it’s past time we got to the playroom.” She turned to the door, opened it, and spoke to a guard outside. “Sergeant, I think this Priestess is overwrought and needs to retire for the night. Please take her to her chambers.” The guard grabbed Suzzane by the arm and led her out.
Yvette quickly did something to Alessandra’s hair, looked at the Scary/Nice Countess, and said, “Ready, My Lady.”
“I am currently serving the Duke as a Colonel of the Guard; a simple ma’am or colonel is acceptable from you,” turning to Alessandra and smiling, she said, “You can call me ma’am or Miss Kat.”
Alessandra nodded, smiled at her, and said, “OK, Nice Miss Kat.”
“Nice Miss Kat. I like that,” she turned to the guard and maid at the door, “Did you hear that she called me nice! You agree don’t you? I’m very nice, aren’t I,” she said, chuckling. For some reason, the guard was nodding very fast. “Let’s get going. Dinner should be ready soon, and we need to get Alessandra fed and to bed; it’s getting late.”
Remembering she was supposed to apologize, Alessandra turned to the guard; she thought it was the same one as before but wasn’t sure. Deciding it wasn’t important if it wasn’t since she wasn’t really sorry, she said, “I’m supposed to say I’m sorry I called you a pervert and threatened to tell the Fluffy Priests you like little kids. Yvette told me that wasn’t nice since you were just trying to keep me safe, so I won’t say it to you again.”
Nice Miss Kat thought that was funny and started laughing again for some reason. The maid gave the guard a weird look. Yvette covered her face and groaned.
“Goddess, what did I do to deserve this,” she mumbled through he hands.
“What did I do wrong, Yvette? I said I was sorry, even though I’m not, just like you told me to,” Alessandra asked, tugging Yvette’s sleeve.
“We will work on apologies later; let’s just get out of here,” Yvette said.
Nice Miss Kat picked her up and started quickly down the hallway, “Yes, let’s get to the playroom,” turning her head to the guard, she said, “Armsmen Fells, go ahead and get a replacement, knockoff for the night, and have a few beers on me; I think you need them. Skip morning muster as well.”
The guard gave a slight bow and ran off rather quickly.
“Miss Kat,” Alessandra said, “Why did the guard look so pale? Is he sick?”
“Yes, Armsmen Fells is feeling a bit sick right now,” Miss Kat said.
“Okay. Miss Kat, what’s a playroom? Is it a room to play in? How big is this house that they have a room just for playing in?” she asked.
“That’s right; it’s a room just for you to play in. This is a huge house, only one other house in the city is bigger. When we get there, you and Miss Yvette will look at the toys and figure out which ones you want to play with. Remember always say Miss Yvette, not just Yvette; you must be polite to adults,” Miss Kat said.
“Why? Most adults are mean to me. They push me and take my food; why should I be polite?” Alessandra asked.
“I’ll let Miss Yvette answer that question,” Miss Kat said.
“We must be polite to adults because being polite will make an adult more likely to be nice to you,” Miss Yvette said.
“Is that why Miss Suzzane yelled at me when I didn’t want to put my undergarments on? Because I was rude when kicking her?” Alessandra asked.
“Partially, that was very rude. I think kicking her made her madder than being rude,” Miss Yvette said.
“Miss Yvette, I’m glad you and Duchess Helga will be civilizing her; I think I will take on the role of the fun Aunt,” Miss Kat said.
“What’s an Aunt? Is it like Aunt Reina who runs the whorehouse?” asked Alessandra.
“Look, we’re at the playroom,” Miss Kat said quickly, motioning for Miss Yvette to open a door.
When Miss Yvette opened the door, Alessandra saw two women and a man she didn’t know. Sitting with them, she saw Grabby. She didn’t like Grabby, so she held onto Miss Kat’s neck tighter.
“I think Grabby is a bad man. He was pushing up my dress while I was sleeping,” she whispered in her ear.
“Who is Grabby?” Miss Kat asked, so Alessandra pointed at him. “That is Lord Hector, a good friend of Duke Jerome and Duchess Helga. He is not a bad man. If he was messing with your dress, it was to see if you were hurt. Be nice to him, okay.”
Alessandra didn’t fully believe her, but she would try to be nice.
“Lord Hector, are these the Investigator and Counselors from the Fluffy Temple?” Miss Kat asked.
“They are Captain; this is Investigator Rochelle, Counselor Ufton, and Counselor Rathmon, all from The Order of Fluffy the Compassionate. Investigator, Counselors, this is Countess Kathrine Moore, currently performing her service to the Duchy as a Colonel of the Ducal Guard. I will leave you to your duties,” he said while bowing, “Investigator, Captain, until dinner.” He then exited the room.
Miss Kat set Alessandra down, bowed slightly to the Investigator, and said, “Allow me to introduce Alessandra, the girl at the center of all this fuss.” Waving her hand towards Miss Yvette, who also bowed, she said, “And this is Caregiver Yvette of the Temple of Life and Family. I sent Caregiver Suzzane to her chambers as she was a bit overwrought. Say hello, Alessandra.”
Alessandra assumed the Investigator was important from all the bowing, so she got on her knees and bowed, placing her head on the floor, just like she had seen the beggars do to rich people who gave them money, and said, “Hello, I’m Alessandra.”