The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 31

With Judith gone, the only sound left in the room was Sheila’s sobbing. And soon, Cedric’s voice joined in.

“Lift your skirt, Sheila.”

Sheila shook her head and said, “I, I can’t.”

Her light-colored eyebrows drooped pitifully.

It was the first time Sheila had ever said she couldn’t do something since becoming a maid.

She’d thought she could endure anything through sheer grit, but taking a beating wasn’t something that could be endured through will alone. Sheila had never had the stamina for it in the first place. She’d gotten by until now through stubbornness, but there was no way she could withstand the paddling.

“What are you going to do if you can’t?”

“Just this once… sniff, please let it go just this once… Miss Judith isn’t even here, so this…, this doesn’t make any sense.”

Sheila looked up at him as she sobbed.

Come to think of it, wasn’t she right? Judith wasn’t here, yet she was taking all the punishment. It was foolish. She’d let things slide until now because they’d been tolerable, but if she took this beating, she’d be lucky to have any bones left.

“It doesn’t make sense.”

He agreed. His unexpected words terrified Sheila even more. Then he continued, “Is this the only thing that doesn’t make sense? Judith was the one who was wrong from the start, yet you’re the one getting hit. That’s what doesn’t make sense.”

He whispered in her ear like a devil.

“Th, that…, that….”

Sheila’s voice trembled so thinly she couldn’t continue.

Her expression was as pitiful as a puppy caught in the rain.

But Cedric, who had straightened his posture and now stood facing her, didn’t seem to pity her at all.

“I think you’re misunderstanding something.”

Then he laid out the facts himself.

“This was a contract between you and me from the very beginning, Sheila.”

His words hit Sheila like a hammer.

The man facing her had eyes as dark as an abyss.

“So lift your skirt right now.”

When Sheila, stunned for a moment, shook her head and backed away, Cedric grabbed her arm.

“Are you playing games with me right now?”

Sheila burst into tears again.

“No, sniff, no… I’m not trying to play games, huff… I really… can’t.”

Sheila tried to explain, clasping her hands together.

Seeing her beg so desperately, Cedric let the paddle he was holding fall to the floor.

Clank.

“It’s true you can’t take any more.”

At those words, a flicker of relief crossed Sheila’s tear-stained face.

Cedric let go of Sheila’s arm and pulled his chair toward him.

In her dazed state, Sheila didn’t even realize what was happening.

He sat down and yanked her over his lap.

“Wh-what…!”

Sheila panicked and kicked atop his lap. But for some reason, she couldn’t escape his hold.

“From now on, I’m going to spank your backside with my hand. You don’t have any complaints, right? It’ll be much better than getting hit with the paddle.”

“B-but this is too strange…!”

Smack!

“Ah!”

He lifted her skirt and slapped her bottom, and Sheila screamed, unable to finish her protest.

Smack!

“Ugh!”

Cedric’s palm struck Sheila’s backside, covered only by underwear, right above her thighs where the marks from the paddle were already bright red.

“This won’t work as proper punishment.”

Muttering to himself, Cedric yanked her underwear down.

“Ah!”

A sharp scream burst from Sheila’s lips.

He said he’d spank her, but she never thought he would actually pull her underwear down and spank her bare backside…!

Smack!

“Ugh!”

His palm struck her bare skin hard and pulled away, and Sheila couldn’t say anything.

Cedric didn’t stop the blows, as if he didn’t want to give her even a moment to resist.

Smack, smack, the sharp sounds of his hand striking her backside echoed.

“Hahk! Ugh!”

Every time his large hand hit her bottom, Sheila’s body jolted up.

“A philosopher once said this. ‘A beating must be taken in shame.’ Do you know why?” he asked as he smacked her again and again.

“Ugh!”

Already humiliated by being bent over his knee with her bare backside exposed, Sheila shook her head hard as pain and shame washed over her.

There was no way she could know the profound meaning of some philosopher’s words, and Cedric wasn’t stopping the spanking long enough for her to respond.

“You need to feel ashamed for doing something wrong enough to deserve a beating.”

Smack!

“Hngh!”

“That’s why beatings in the old days were done with people stripped naked, hitting their bottoms or backs. I even put a clause in the contract saying I’d strike bare skin.”

There was a clause for something like that…?

Even as she was being brutally beaten, Sheila couldn’t suppress her shock.

“Of course, you must already know that since you read the contract.”

I didn’t know!

“I’ll overlook the two strikes I gave over your underwear earlier, so don’t worry.”

Ha…!

Sheila felt wronged. She’d signed the contract and taken the money, but she never thought she’d end up like this….

“Do you feel wronged?”

Smack! Smack!

“Ugh! Huff!”

“Your job is to take the beating in Judith’s place. You signed the contract agreeing to it and even got paid. So what else is there to do? You’re the one who has to be beaten and feel the shame instead of Judith.”

Since Sheila couldn’t answer properly while being struck, he asked and answered everything himself.

When he finally finished the remaining thirty-four strikes with his palm, Sheila’s whole body and face were soaked with sweat and tears.

“Good work. You can go now.”

At his words, Sheila slid off his lap as if collapsing. Like a dog on all fours, her backside was not just red but burning bright.

Her swollen bottom throbbed, and she couldn’t put any strength in her legs.

Even though she’d been hit with a hand instead of the paddle, it was anything but light.

And as he’d said, the shame was overwhelming.

“I’ll say this in advance. This is the last time I’m letting something like this slide.”

At that, Sheila’s large eyes lifted to him.

‘No way…!’

Did he mean he’d use the paddle next time…?

This was only the result of being struck with his hand. If it had been the paddle, she wouldn’t have escaped without broken bones.

Worry and fear of the next session already took hold of Sheila.

With physical pain and psychological fear crashing together, Sheila couldn’t stand up easily.

She didn’t even realize she still hadn’t pulled her underwear back up.

Maybe even a coldhearted man without mercy had a tiny bit of pity, because he didn’t rush her as she sat there, dazed on the floor.

So Sheila stayed kneeling at his feet for a long time.

***

Left alone, Cedric slowly clenched and unclenched his hand as he stared down at it. It was the first time he’d dismissed Judith and beaten Sheila however he wanted. He could still feel the thrill lingering in his fingertips from when his palm touched her bare backside.

‘That was more intense than I expected.’

Cedric frowned deeply at the unexpectedly strong stimulation. He liked everything systematic and perfect, so the unpleasantness of sensations slipping out of his control didn’t sit well with him.

Especially the way his front had swelled on its own….

Cedric furrowed his brows and walked into the bathroom.

When he took off his shirt, a sharply built, V-shaped body made of firm muscle appeared.

After stripping off everything he had on, Cedric turned the valve and let the shower run.

Water soaked his hair first, then ran down his shoulders and abs.

Under the rushing water, Cedric wrapped his hand around his swollen length and slowly stroked it.

Back when he studied abroad, Sylvia, his partner at Club Elaina, used to praise it as being as handsome as his face.

However, the one filling Cedric’s mind wasn’t Sylvia but Sheila. The girl he’d made into his whipping maid with his own hand.

Cedric stroked his thick length as he recalled laying her over his lap and striking her bare skin.

When he pulled off the underwear that had been in the way, her pale backside was revealed above the thighs marked clearly by his paddle.

Even with her thin frame, her plump backside stood out, making an even sharper contrast with her narrow waist that could be held in one hand.

Without hesitation, Cedric delivered the remaining strikes.

Smack, a crisp sound rang out as his palm hit her white backside and lifted away.

The intense satisfaction that shot through his fingertips slammed into Cedric’s brain.

The way her delicate body flinched every time it was struck, the soft, trembling voice she let out, all of it fit Cedric’s tastes perfectly.

A palm-shaped mark swelled instantly on her butt, untouched like fresh snow before anyone’s steps. Even the way her skin showed every trace of his touch excited him.

Smack.

Then a third, a fourth….

Cedric stroked his cock as he replayed that moment of thrill.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!

The sound of his palm hitting her backside was still vivid in his ears.

Standing in the bathroom, the hand moving along his length grew faster.

The excitement was as intense as the first time he’d ever touched himself.

“Damn.”

A large amount of cum shot onto the bathroom wall.

Even after that, Cedric stroked his still-hard cock a few more times. The leftover semen pulsed out in thick spurts.

With his hand braced against the bathroom wall, Cedric let out two or three rough breaths, then slammed his fist against the wall.

“Shit.”

The low curse echoed in the shower.

The rush of reality that came after release always ruined his mood. To begin with, the very fact that he felt lust for a mere maid disgusted him.

All because of one maid…!

A short while later, Cedric stepped out of the bathroom looking perfectly composed.

After releasing the desire he’d been holding back for so long, his face even looked refreshed.

Cedric left the room just like that.

He’d already prepared the carrot he’d use to coax the maid waiting for him.

***

Back in her room, Sheila lay face-down on the bed and cried for a long time. She had no idea where things had gone wrong.

As someone once said, you shouldn’t sign a contract carelessly….

But even if she went back to that moment, Sheila thought she would’ve made the same choice.

Circumstances could always change in unexpected ways, and unless you were a god, it was impossible to foresee and avoid everything from the start. So regretting past choices was useless.

‘I just need to fix it now.’

As she’d stumbled out of the room in a daze, she’d clearly heard him say he’d come to apply ointment, so if she waited a bit, he’d surely come.

Today happened to be exactly one month since she’d been paid in advance and taken her beating.

Tomorrow, another ten solids would come in, but this was her limit.

In truth, there had been several close calls before.

From the time she overworked herself doing laundry after being caned and ended up sick, to the times he came in and out of her room to apply ointment, to when she checked the clause saying she had to lift her skirt whenever he demanded it.

Above all, when she was struck with the paddle today, Sheila felt a clear limit.

On top of that, she’d even been spanked on her bare backside!

When she finally realized she’d been sitting there with her bottom exposed for so long, she’d been too stunned and ashamed to think.

So today, Sheila resolved that she would correct her mistake no matter what.

Once she made up her mind, she wiped away her tears. Then, steeling herself, she waited for him.