The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 39

As soon as Cedric finished speaking and prepared to leave, Rufus couldn’t say another word.

But once he arrived in Judith’s room, he saw that Cedric had been exactly right.

The face that usually carried a kind of foolish charm was now twisted with rage.

After delivering his message and turning to leave, Rufus added, “This is my personal advice, but you should stop treating the other maids that way as well. The Young Count told me to report your every action.”

Now that he’d seen Judith’s true nature, Rufus couldn’t help pitying not only Sheila but also the other two maids who served her.

“That will be all.”

When Rufus stepped out, he heard something being thrown inside, along with Judith shouting, “Ugh! So annoying!” even through the closed door.

***

Sheila ran about the field, chasing a white butterfly. Under the warm spring sunlight, the tender blades of grass tickled the soles of her feet.

It was the field near her father’s workplace. If she played like this, her father would surely finish work soon, smile brightly, and call out, “Sheila.”

“Sheila!”

Hearing the call, Sheila turned her head happily.

It wasn’t her father. From below the opposite hill emerged someone whose figure grew clearer and clearer: her older sister, Fabiola, four years her senior.

“Unnie!”

“You shouldn’t be running around barefoot.”

In her sister’s hand was a pair of neatly polished black leather shoes.

‘Those are the shoes she bought me before she got married….’

Sheila’s subconscious murmured inside the dream. The timeline was all jumbled.

When Sheila ran into her sister’s arms, Fabiola lifted her and spun her around once.

Giggling, young Sheila’s laughter echoed across the field.

Fabiola set Sheila on a round boulder and put the shoes onto her feet herself.

For the first time in a long while, Sheila felt truly happy.

As soon as Fabiola slipped the shoes onto both feet, Sheila stood and looked down at the new shoes her sister had bought her.

‘Huh? What’s this?’

Sheila spotted something strange and sat back down on the boulder, lifting her foot to inspect the shoe more closely.

A white, sticky substance clung to the surface.

“Unnie, something weird got on my shoe.”

“Really? Let me see.”

Fabiola knelt down, placed Sheila’s foot across her lap, and examined it closely. Then she looked up at Sheila with a calm expression.

“Looks like semen.”

“Semen?”

Sheila had never heard the word when she used to play in these fields, yet dream-Sheila knew exactly what it meant.

The Sheila dreaming in the present recalled the warm liquid splattered across her body the night before.

In the dream, young Sheila began to whine at Fabiola to clean the shoe for her.

But it seemed her sister, who’d always granted Sheila anything she asked, couldn’t hear her this time.

“Clean it… clean it… Unnie!”

Mumbling in her sleep, Sheila suddenly cried out “Unnie!” and shot upright.

The vast field vanished, replaced by the dingy attic surrounding her.

“Oh… the shoe… it was a dream.”

A faint light peeked through the window; it was exactly the time she normally woke up.

“Ow!”

As Sheila rose from bed to go receive the morning milk delivery, a groan escaped her.

Along with a strange sensation rising from below, every muscle in her body screamed. Two hours of straining muscles she’d never properly used had taken their toll.

Her lower abdomen, where something large had repeatedly moved in and out, throbbed faintly.

When she’d left that room yesterday, she’d felt so relieved just to have the ordeal finished. And when Cedric had come to her room afterward to apply ointment, all she’d been able to think about was confronting him properly about the contract.

But the sudden muscle pain brought back what she did the previous day. The intense intercourse carried out on the hard table… no, the punishment.

“Lift your legs.”

At Cedric’s order, Sheila drew up the two legs that had been hanging limply off the table toward her torso.

It was right after Cedric had spurted his second load of cum across Sheila’s stomach. Her legs wouldn’t obey her properly and trembled.

“L-like… this?”

Sheila’s wet eyes turned to Cedric as she asked if her position was right.

He came closer.

His groin was still jutting upward, rock hard.

He grabbed Sheila’s slender ankles with both hands and lifted them high toward the ceiling. Then, pushing them down until her toes touched the table, he spoke.

“No, like this.”

Sheila’s body folded in half, and her buttocks naturally tilted upward. In a posture that felt like it would expose her most private place entirely, Sheila shuddered.

Cedric openly stared straight at her intimate flesh.

Shame and humiliation welled up.

What’s he going to do now…!

Not knowing what he might do in this position, tension flooded her body.

Bent in half with her abdomen compressed, Sheila panted at the discomfort. She didn’t even realize that with each breath in and out, her secret flesh fluttered.

Looking down at the passage he’d spread open, which still gaped and twitched faintly, Cedric spoke,

“It’s your first time, and you’re already twitching like this. Are you a fast learner, or were you born lewd?”

“I-I don’t know anything about that….”

“Yeah? Then I guess I need to find out.”

“Aaah….”

Cedric pressed the tip of his cock against the twitching hole. Then he drove in at once into the place that two rounds of intercourse had already carved a path through.

“Hhng!”

Sheila let out a groan.

It had been that way before, but in this position the foreign presence inside her belly felt especially intense.

When he started pounding into her, the sensation of him striking the mouth of her womb was so vivid it sent chills through her.

“Aaak! Ugh, ngh! Aaah!”

Sheila screamed at the top of her lungs.

Since he’d told her to make noise first, some part of her wanted him to suffer consequences for it.

Compared to the first and second floors, the third floor was sparsely traveled. But it suddenly occurred to her that if anyone heard these sounds and the Young Count’s depravity was exposed, the contract and everything else might be halted entirely.

Unfortunately, even as she screamed until her throat grew raw, no one came to the Young Count’s room to ask what was going on.

With difficulty, Sheila shook off the remnants of it all and stood up, then changed her clothes so she could go to work.

Her entire body ached as if she’d been beaten everywhere, but as the mansion’s only whipping maid, Sheila knew one thing with absolute certainty.

This was far better than being in pain from actually taking lashes.

***

Her early-morning routine was no different from usual.

Sam, who arrived driving Daisy, was as cheerful as always. After unloading the goods and sharing small talk, he drove the wagon away.

It was a perfectly ordinary morning, except for Sam pointing out, “By the way, what’s with your voice?”

Having finally had the first experience she’d been so curious about, the world didn’t change at all.

Just like the senior maids said, it hurt terribly at first but gradually eased, and though her voice went a bit hoarse, it was nothing compared to taking dozens of lashes until her flesh split.

Naturally, her first intimacy with a man didn’t make the world look beautiful or make her feel reborn or anything like that.

Even so, every time that faint ache rose from below, a slightly strange feeling came with it. But Sheila herself couldn’t tell exactly what it was.

***

When Sheila went to Judith’s room to fulfill her duties as a maid, Judith, unexpectedly, was already up early. And all day long, she ignored Sheila’s presence. It was her way of venting after getting caught making Sheila do her homework.

Sheila, who had even braced herself for a slap, decided being ignored was better. It had been a while since she was treated like she wasn’t there, but it wasn’t the first time. Back when she first became a maid, it had happened many times.

On top of that, with her voice hoarse, she’d been embarrassed to even open her mouth, so in a way it had worked out for the best.

When riding time came, Judith went out, saying she’d take only the new maid, Anne, to the lesson. Molly, who had been watching Judith’s mood all day, let out a sigh of relief.

From Judith’s point of view, since Molly was close with Sheila, she probably didn’t want to see Molly either.

The two of them decided they might as well clean in peace.

“Sheila, your voice sounds a bit hoarse, you know?”

Thanks to a thoroughly sulking Judith, Sheila hadn’t talked much, but her best friend Molly had already noticed that Sheila’s voice was gone.

“Uh… I think I caught a cold from sleeping with the window open.”

“Really? It’s not even cold enough yet for a draft, that’s strange.”

Molly tilted her head, unable to understand. As she said, in weather like this, no one would sleep with the window closed.

“Cough, cough.”

When Sheila forced out a cough, Molly just accepted it and moved on. People said not even a dog caught a summer cold, but that wasn’t always true. It was something people said to tease the ones who did.

“By the way, I heard you finally got caught yesterday. Were you all right?”

Molly shifted the topic. Thanks to Rufus’s visit yesterday, she’d already figured out the rough situation. She also knew perfectly well why Judith was ignoring Sheila today. Judith was angry, but since she couldn’t take it out on her because of Cedric, she was at least pretending Sheila didn’t exist.

“Thanks to the Young Count, the young lady only scolded me, so you could say it passed safely.”

At Molly’s words, Sheila asked, “What do you mean, thanks to the Young Count?”

“Oh, you didn’t know. Young Count Cedric sent Secretary Rufus to warn her over and over not to vent her anger on you.”

Excited, Molly repeated every word Rufus had said yesterday without changing a syllable.

“He was absolutely right. What crime have maids committed? We’re in a position where we have to do whatever we’re told. Don’t you think so?”

Since Cedric had stepped in first to block Judith’s tantrum, Molly looked thrilled.

“At the end, when he said, ‘This is my personal advice, but it would be better if you stopped doing this to the other maids as well,’ and warned her, it honestly felt like my chest opened up.”

Molly mimicked Rufus’s voice as she spoke.

But Sheila, who should’ve burst out laughing at Molly’s impersonation, somehow looked subdued. She seemed lost in her own thoughts, or maybe even a little sick.

“You really must not be feeling well.”

At Molly’s comment, Sheila finally seemed to come back to herself and gave Molly a smile.

“No, it’s not that bad. Let’s hurry and clean. Before the young lady comes back.”

With Molly’s agreement, the two of them started moving busily.