The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 35

She knew very well that this wasn’t the kind of situation where he should give her much time.

And no one understood the importance of money better than Sheila. Because of that, Cedric’s words were far more effective than he expected.

“I’ll do it. Anything,” Sheila said.

The moment the words left her mouth, Cedric rose from his seat.

Against the sunset streaming in through the window, the tall Young Count’s shadow stretched long and swallowed Sheila whole.

“Stand up.”

At his command, Sheila slowly pushed herself up.

Cedric took out a key and headed toward the door leading to the adjoining room connected to his chamber. Sheila followed him.

When the door opened, instead of revealing the appearance of a room she’d never seen before, thick darkness greeted her. She’d thought only the door to the hallway was blocked off, but it seemed even the windows had been covered.

What is this place…?

Following Cedric inside, Sheila felt both fear and curiosity toward this veiled room.

And when Cedric flipped the switch and lit the gas lamps, Sheila began to understand why he kept this room hidden away.

The room gave off an eerie sense of wrongness.

Dark, blood‑red wallpaper covered the walls. A large, exotically carved table, an unfamiliar iron bed, strange structures, and even a bathtub were all placed together in one space.

And on the wall hung various whips, paddles, and tools whose names she didn’t even know.

She couldn’t begin to imagine what was inside the drawers.

“Young Count, th‑this place….”

She wanted to ask so many things, but in the end, she couldn’t ask anything at all. Her eyes instead landed on his face.

Moments earlier, that face had been hidden in darkness. Now revealed again, it was terrifyingly beautiful.

Delicate eyelashes draped over sharp eyes, a straight, sharp nose as if sculpted by a god, and crimson lips contrasting with smooth, pale skin.

If there were a goddess of beauty known for her cruelty, she’d probably have a face like his, Sheila thought. His perfectly exposed forehead and the sleek black hair slicked back with pomade only added masculinity and charisma to his flawless features.

“In this place, you’ll call me Master.”

Ignoring her unfinished question, Cedric gave the order.

Sheila nodded blankly.

For convenience, they referred to Count Bernard Calley as Master and Countess Marisa as Madam, and everyone else as Young Master or Young Lady, but in truth, every Calley family member was someone the servants were expected to serve as their masters.

Yet somehow, the word “Master” didn’t leave her lips easily. The moment she said it, she felt something irreversible would begin.

Cedric didn’t take issue with her silence. He must’ve thought she looked frightened.

“There’s no need to tremble, Sheila. As long as you follow the rules, nothing serious will happen.”

Then if she broke a rule, something serious would happen…?

Cedric’s words only heightened her anxiety.

He approached and lifted her chin. Forced to meet his gaze, Sheila froze.

“For every ten strikes, you’ll spend one hour in this room. I’ll use my hand instead of the paddle for the remaining count. Do you understand?”

“…Yes.”

When Sheila nodded, he asked, “How many strikes are left?”

“T‑twenty… nine.”

This time, she answered truthfully. It was the total, including the three she’d lied about before.

“Good. And if we apply what I said?”

“Two hours in here… and the remaining nine strikes with your hand.”

“Say whose hand.”

At Cedric’s words, Sheila hesitated, then finally opened her mouth.

“M… Master’s hand.”

And in the end, with her chin held in place, she let the word “Master” escape her lips.

Satisfied with Sheila’s answer, he lifted the corner of his mouth. It was a smile she’d never seen before. Cold and sweet like the fresh chocolate she’d once been lucky enough to taste just once, his smile made Sheila lose herself for a moment.

“You’ve probably figured out what this room is for.”

Cedric released her chin as he spoke lazily. Then he gave her an order, “Get on the table and spread your pussy.”

P… pu… what did he just say?!

Sheila snapped back to her senses, startled. She couldn’t believe her ears.

Even Allen, that good-for-nothing scoundrel, would never utter something so filthy, yet those vulgar words had come out of Cedric’s mouth?

Despite saying such a crude word, Cedric’s expression remained dignified as ever, leaving Sheila no choice but to wonder if she’d misheard.

When she just stood there blankly, Cedric spoke with a bored expression, “Are you innocent, or just pretending to be?”

From the moment she stepped into this room, Cedric’s expression and tone had subtly shifted. Maybe that word starting with “p” hadn’t been a mistake after all.

Sheila finally pulled herself together and looked at the table Cedric had indicated.

There was a perfectly fine bed, so why here…?

She’d never experienced it herself, but she knew exactly what people did in places like this.

She’d already been a maid for five years. She’d seen and heard quite a few things. The maids’ conversations almost always revolved around things they’d done with men.

So she hadn’t followed him in here without knowing what might happen.

Besides, Sheila was a lowborn. She was just a lucky wretch who’d managed to become a maid in a count’s household.

For someone like her, choosing this instead of being beaten half to death was the obvious choice.

Of course, even as a lowborn, she’d never imagined her first time wouldn’t be on a bed but on a table like this….

Hesitating, Sheila walked toward the table Cedric had pointed at.

Like everything else in the room, the table was exotic. She stood before it, unable to climb up, just staring at the foreign piece of furniture with a heavy heart when Cedric’s voice reached her.

“Take off your clothes.”

Sheila, who’d been trying so hard to stay composed, went pale with shock.

“A-all of them?”

Even she thought it was a stupid question. She at least knew that you undressed for this kind of act.

But Cedric’s reply was even more outrageous.

“Of course. Or were you planning to take my cock while dressed like some refined young lady?”

C… cock…!

Sheila was speechless at Cedric’s horrifying choice of vocabulary.

Some small part of her had secretly hoped he wouldn’t go through with this, but with those words, all hope crumbled.

Sheila, robbed of dreams and expectations, silently began unbuttoning her clothes.

As he said, a lowborn like her had no right to expect to be treated like a lady.

Sheila slowly removed her apron and maid uniform. The new uniform she’d worn for the first time yesterday—the one Alfonso had said made her look neat—fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Along with it, a small piece of Sheila’s heart dropped away as well.

Once her clothes came off, the worn undergarments she’d had since she first became a maid were exposed.

Unlike her lower undergarment, she had never bared her chestcloth in front of him before. Worse, it didn’t even fit properly, exposing the underside of her breasts.

Even so, she removed the lower garment first, choosing to bare what felt more familiar, then finally took off the upper garment that was too small and embarrassing.

Just like the first time she’d exposed her backside, the cool air brushing against her bare chest made her shiver.

Still, thanks to Cedric kindly reminding her of exactly what this was, Sheila managed to get undressed more easily than she expected. Swallowing her tears, she crawled awkwardly onto the table.

However, there was still one final hurdle left for Sheila to carry out the Master’s order.

After hesitating for a long time, Sheila carefully spread her legs in an M‑shape. As she reflexively turned her head to the side, Cedric grabbed her chin and lifted it.

“You need to look at me, Sheila.”

Cedric’s face filled her vision.

Because of the tears welling up, his handsome features appeared warped. Through the blurred view, Sheila briefly thought of Alfonso instead of Cedric. Just a day ago, he’d smiled gently at her.

‘Will I ever be able to face that smile properly again…?’

Her throat burned. But that sensation didn’t last long. Something far more unfamiliar was pushing into her lower body.

“Aahk!”

A sharp gasp escaped her lips from the overwhelming sensation. Sheila couldn’t think of anything else.

“Tight.”

Cedric muttered as he rubbed Sheila’s clit with his thumb and pushed one finger into her folds.

“Is it your first time?”

At his question, Sheila nodded frantically.

If she said she was a virgin, would he stop here…?

While she clung to that foolish hope, the tears that had been gathering finally spilled down her cheeks.

“Fuck.”

“Mmph—!”

Cedric cursed under his breath, then devoured her lips. His tongue pushed into her mouth, overwhelming her as she trembled in shock.

It was an impulsive act he normally would never commit.

In truth, Cedric had felt a jolt run through his whole body the moment she’d stepped into this room.

He’d had to clench and open his hands repeatedly just to steady himself.

He hadn’t missed a single moment: how Sheila approached the table, how she undressed.

Her soft, feminine lines. Her pale, almost translucent skin. Her swollen backside, bruised from his paddle. Her slender, trembling body. Every part of her matched his tastes perfectly.

Now completely naked, Sheila climbed onto the table and hesitantly spread her legs. Her downcast face looked painfully fragile.

Cedric lifted her tear‑filled face and slid his fingers into her entrance. Narrow, hot, and unbelievably tight, her untouched passage resisted anything unfamiliar.

No way….

Cedric had never once wished for the maid to be a virgin.

“Is it your first time?”

When he asked just to confirm, she nodded, and tears fell.

‘Troublesome….’

But contrary to the thought in his mind, he found himself claiming her lips again without hesitation.

Grabbing the back of her head with one hand, he moved his tongue slowly against hers. Her rigidly tensed body began to loosen little by little.

Still kissing her, Cedric leaned forward and lowered her onto the table.

Even while gasping from lack of breath, Sheila didn’t pull away. She kept her lips against his. Her dry mouth filled with saliva, his and hers mixing together messily.

From the stiff entrance, a small amount of wetness began to leak. Cedric gently worked his fingers, widening the tight space bit by bit. The passage that had barely accepted one finger soon allowed two.

But there were limits to stretching the unexperienced opening with just fingers.

Cedric pulled his fingers out, then took out his hardened length and pressed it to Sheila’s entrance.

“Aaaah!”

Just pressing the tip inside made Sheila jolt like she’d been struck by lightning. But Cedric, having already tasted sweetness once, had no intention of pulling back.

Gripping her as if taking hold of her scruff, he pushed the swollen head of his cock deeper into her tight entrance.

“It hurts! It hurts… hngh…!”

Sheila burst into sobs. Her downturned, pale eyebrows wavered, stirring something small and weak inside Cedric.