The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 36

Cedric, who’d been trying to force his way in, stopped his hips. Her plump flesh, full enough to look almost too much for her slender frame, entered his view. Its peak was tinted pink and looked sweet.

He bit down on the soft, springy breast.

“Hhngh.”

Sheila twisted her waist and struggled. The sharp sensation she felt for the first time left her startled. She swore she’d never experienced anything like that before.

Sheila moved as if trying to escape him, but she didn’t truly want to get away. To be exact, she simply couldn’t control her body. He blocked her retreat with a hand on her shoulder and sucked on her breast. Every time he rolled his tongue, Sheila’s spine arched like a drawn bow.

Cedric felt her sensitive reactions through his whole body as he tormented her peak relentlessly. Before she knew it, the once-soft nipple had hardened stiff. Cedric rolled the swollen clitoris with his tongue and gently nibbled it with his teeth.

Every time she twisted her waist, water trickled out of her like a draining pipe. Following the wet path, Cedric began to push into Sheila.

“Aahk! Ah!”

Sheila screamed as if having a seizure. It was a pain like having raw flesh torn apart.

She’d heard the first time was supposed to hurt, but she’d never imagined it would hurt like this.

Should she have just taken the paddle? The regret flashed through her, but it was far too late.

“N, no… ngh!”

“You’re not in a position to say no.”

Even while resisting meaninglessly, Cedric showed no intention of stopping.

As if the shirt bothered him, he ripped it off roughly. His torso, built with hard muscle, was revealed.

Tears spilled down Sheila’s cheeks as she stared at his body. She didn’t know if it made sense to think this while looking at a man’s body, but his body was just as beautiful as his face.

In that moment, his length slid deep inside her.

“Hhngh!”

As if the intrusion was complete, Cedric leaned down, bringing his face close.

“Why? Do you like my body?”

At his low whisper, Sheila shook her head violently. A maid’s virtue was saying no, even if beaten.

No, that wasn’t right.

While Sheila wrestled with confusion, the body that had stilled after entering her suddenly pulled out. Then he thrust in again in a single motion.

“Hahk!”

Sheila panicked and struggled. He straightened and hooked her thighs over his arms, then began driving his hips sharply into her.

“Hahk, ngh, aaah! It’s… it’s tearing! It’s tearing!”

Her cries rose in time with his movements.

Mocking her desperate shouting, Cedric asked, “What’s tearing?”

Did he really not know…?

Even in her pain, Sheila felt dumbfounded. She’d thought Cedric was simply cold-blooded, but he was a madman.

It wasn’t worth answering, yet his wild thrusts goaded her. If she didn’t answer, he seemed intent on never stopping.

“Say it. Hm? What’s tearing?” his wicked smile hovered over her as he asked again.

Shaking with each relentless thrust, Sheila cried out, “M-my pussy…!”

She couldn’t think of any other word.

“M-my pussy…, ugh! It feels like it’s tearing. Ah.”

This time, her tears came more from humiliation than from pain. She’d spoken a word she didn’t even want to imagine thinking. It was all because of Cedric.

“Whose pussy?”

This bastard…!

She insulted Cedric inwardly, but the mouth that had lived as a loyal maid spoke obediently, giving him the answer he wanted.

“Sh-Sheila’s pussy… aaagh!”

As if pleased with her answer, he slammed upward, and another scream burst from her mouth.

But it wasn’t a scream drawn purely from pain.

It wasn’t as intense as when he’d struck her butt with his hand before. The pain was mixed with a sharp thrill and pleasure. And that sensation confused Sheila.

Then, without warning, his length slipped out of her completely.

Sheila’s vision spun. Before she realized it, the table was in front of her eyes.

In an instant, Sheila was bent over the table with both feet planted on the floor. Cedric’s body pressed over her back.

Then he entered her again.

“Hhng, g-go… go slowly… please…!”

As if her words were absurd, he scolded her.

“Sheila, this is punishment. Did you forget? I shouldn’t have sucked your little hole, tsk.”

S-sucked….

After “pussy” and “cock,” yet another shocking word left his mouth, and Sheila bit her lip to keep herself from saying anything at all.

When his length filled her tightly again, Sheila instinctively rose onto her toes to find an angle that hurt less.

Every time he slammed into her, the point where her buttocks struck his pelvis throbbed.

Then again, if she’d continued getting beaten with the paddle, her buttocks wouldn’t have survived. Compared to that, this pain wasn’t something she should complain about.

So she just needed to endure.

While she was in here, her body wasn’t hers. This lowly body belonged to the Young Count. Thinking that, Sheila forced herself to loosen and endure.

A sharp sting ran through her. It wasn’t exactly pain; it was a strange sensation.

And not only that. Even her inner walls, which at first burned with pain, began to be swallowed by an unfamiliar feeling.

He must’ve sensed a change inside her too, because Cedric began thrusting faster. The strange sensation, mixed with a trace of pain, spread through Sheila’s whole body.

“Ughh, nngh! Hff!”

Sheila gripped the table and bit her lip. If she let go of her senses, she felt like strange sounds would spill out.

After enduring for quite some time, his length finally slid out of her. Then hot liquid spilled over her tailbone.

I’m alive!

Sheila cheered inwardly.

At first, she’d regretted her choice, but after a bit, that regret faded. Compared to getting slapped on the butt with his hand over and over the day before yesterday, this was definitely better.

Just when Sheila felt confident she’d made the right choice, a large, solid length started pushing into her again.

“Hhhuuugh!”

So it wasn’t over…?

When she’d shared a room with senior maids, she’d heard talk saying that after men finished once, that place became soft like quark cheese and useless for a while….

According to everything Sheila knew, once a man spilled his seed, this beastlike coupling should have ended.

Sheila wondered if Cedric had inserted some strange tool into his body. She turned her head to check.

It wasn’t impossible; this room was full of all kinds of tools.

But Cedric was standing flush against her, hips driving, his expression severe. Which meant it wasn’t a tool. It was him. And when she turned, he pressed her head down with his broad palm.

“Must’ve liked it a lot. You keep trying to sneak a look.”

Sheila tried to shake her head in protest, but with her cheek pressed sideways against the table, she couldn’t move at all.

“No… hngh, it’s not that…!”

“Or are you just filthy?” he teased her.

“T-that’s… ugh… that’s not… hngh!”

While Sheila hesitated to answer, Cedric slammed his hips upward again.

“Speak. Anything.”

He gave her another chance. Feeling like she’d truly die if this continued, Sheila couldn’t hold back and blurted out a question.

“Why is… ngh… why is that thing not dying…!”

At her tearful question, Cedric’s lips curled.

“That thing?”

His voice dripped with mischief. Sheila bit her lip.

This time, she wouldn’t say any strange words.

Seeing the maid trembling all over with determination, Cedric said, “My cock?”

When Cedric used another filthy word, Sheila burst into helpless, frustrated tears. Seeing her cry like that, Cedric finally laughed.

Even after spilling his release, feeling this good was a first for him.

Still unaware that his defiance of nature, staying hard even after climax, was the reason, the pitiful maid continued to cry as Cedric lifted her into his arms.

The smile had already vanished from his face.

Startled, Sheila clung tightly around his neck so she wouldn’t fall. Cedric lifted and lowered her butt as he pleased, thrusting into her freely.

The maid buried her face against his chest and neck, trying desperately to hold back the strange noises threatening to escape her. It seemed the pain of her first time had finally faded.

Seeing water splash from their joined bodies, she looked like she was feeling far more than expected for her first time.

Cedric whispered low into her ear, “Make noise.”

Sheila shook her head.

“That’s an order.”

Sheila burst into tears again, her shoulders shaking. The strong-willed maid who’d clenched her teeth through harsh beatings was gone, replaced by a fragile woman clinging to him and crying nonstop.

Instead of comforting her, Cedric stopped moving and warned her softly but firmly, “Don’t take lightly anything said in this room, Sheila. Unless you want to find out what happens when you disobey.”

Sheila nodded.

When he started thrusting again with her still in his arms, Sheila began letting out careful moans.

“Aah! Nngh, haah…!”

Haah….

Her breath and faint moans against his bare chest made Cedric tilt his head back with a rough exhale.

Every time he drove into her, the muscles of his backside tightened powerfully.

Feeling the urge to climax again, Cedric stopped and laid her on the table. Her innocent-looking face was completely undone. She looked so lascivious that Cedric captured her lips again.

Not knowing this might be the last kiss, Sheila suckled eagerly at his lips. She was clumsy enough to show it was pure instinct.

Still joined below, Cedric slowly rolled his hips.

“Hhmmm…”

With their lips touching, Sheila let out a trembling moan, and Cedric swallowed even that sound as he kissed her.

But that was the end of their pleasant moment.

He pulled his lips away and lifted his torso. They were still connected.

Cedric lifted her legs upward and hooked one over his shoulder, then began thrusting hard. Sheila let out cries that sounded like she might run out of breath.

But her loud cries echoed through the large room only to fade into the black walls as if swallowed whole.

Cedric slapped the woman’s writhing breasts hard as he kept driving into her.

In the meantime, the allotted time was already nearly over.

Cedric pulled out the length that had been stirring her inside and released hot semen across her breasts, which were marked red with handprints.

“Haa….”

While Cedric savored the lingering pulse of release, the maid’s body, which had barely been holding on, collapsed limp.

His blue-gray eyes stared coldly at the slender body trembling faintly as if still quivering from the remnants of pleasure.