The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 44

The vibrating sound of the spring-wound dildo couldn’t completely drown out the wet slapping noises.

Amid the obscene sounds echoing around, Sheila reached her second climax.

“Hhng!”

She clenched her teeth hard, but at the moment of climax, Sheila ended up making a sound again.

Even as she came, Sheila sensed that this was wrong, so she clung tightly to the back of Cedric’s neck and buried her face against his chest and shoulder.

Hoping he would take pity on her struggle to keep any sound from leaking out.

As Sheila came, Cedric stopped thrusting, and Sheila continued to feel climax after climax from the thin vibration of the dildo.

“Hhngh, ugh.”

Sheila’s body, which had been trembling violently, went completely limp the moment the dildo stopped.

Cedric laid her down on the table. Then, looking at his shirt smeared with her saliva, he unfastened the buttons and began taking it off.

Panting heavily, Sheila watched him remove his top with hazy eyes. Just like when he dressed, even when undressing he was elegant and aristocratic.

Everyone must be fooled by that appearance. In truth, he’s the continent’s worst pervert….

Thinking that, Sheila’s eyes traced his fine skin and sculpted muscles. Of course, it wasn’t because she harbored any impure thoughts. This was purely to watch his movements….

“Ugh!”

A scream burst from Sheila’s mouth as she stared blankly at Cedric’s body.

In an instant, Cedric had thrown off his shirt, stepped close, and grabbed Sheila’s breast hard.

“Were you sneaking looks again?”

Sheila shook her head. Reflex tears slid down her cheeks. Yet amid the pain, she felt a faint trace of pleasure.

What was even more ridiculous was the fact that she felt anticipation, wondering if he might suck her peak like last time, and her nipple stiffened because of it.

Cedric, gripping her breast, brushed her peak with his thumb. The protruding tip was crushed carelessly, then sprang back up like a spring.

Cedric let out a soft scoff. He didn’t need to say anything else. It was more than enough to make her feel ashamed. Sheila felt like she wanted to lie down in a coffin just like this.

But with her strength drained, the only thing she could do was barely endure her moans.

She didn’t even understand why she was getting wet below and hardening her nipples while being treated so roughly.

Cedric grabbed the other breast just as hard, kneading it before flicking the swollen nipple and letting go.

His grip was strong enough to bruise her delicate skin. Even without looking, Sheila knew her chest had flushed red from his rough hands.

“I let it slide once, and you still made such lewd noises. You won’t feel wronged if you’re punished, right?”

With weak arms, Sheila covered her chest and shook her head side to side. Because Cedric was obsessed with sound today, she couldn’t utter a single word.

“Hands off.”

At Cedric’s merciless command, Sheila had to move even the hands she was using to cover herself. A maid couldn’t disobey her master anywhere, but especially here, there was no way to refuse his orders.

The moment her hands moved away, her exposed nipples were clipped.

‘Haa….’

Sheila barely swallowed a moan at the sharper pain than she expected. After things had reached this point just because she made a sound, making another noise would have been foolish.

But the pain lingered, and as Sheila forced herself to hold back any groans, a bitter thought rose in her.

She’d chosen this place voluntarily because she didn’t want to be beaten, but she couldn’t understand why she had to be put through something like this.

Then Cedric ordered again, “How long are you going to just lie there? If you’re done resting, get down.”

‘Ah, fuck….’

Sheila stopped wallowing in self-pity and pushed herself up.

Because she’d come twice, her legs trembled a little, but there was no real problem getting up. She might not take punishment well, but it wasn’t because she lacked stamina.

She was the type who could work all day and still take on side work, so her endurance wasn’t as bad as people assumed when they saw her looking frail. Half of it was mental strength, but still.

Once Sheila stepped down onto the floor, Cedric tied the blindfold over her eyes again.

“Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back.”

While Sheila took the at-ease posture with her hands behind her, the toe of his boot touched her foot.

Sheila was barefoot, because she’d taken her shoes off when she first climbed onto the table.

Cedric tapped her foot, making her spread her legs. When the space between her feet reached about shoulder width, he stopped. Then he came up behind her and tied her wrists with rope.

The moment her hands were bound, Sheila’s ears caught the sound of a spring being wound again, crrrk, crrrk.

Hearing that the thing she’d seen and inserted, and even come twice from, was coming back in again made Sheila’s back go rigid.

When she realized she couldn’t ask what he was doing, argue, or run away, her fear only doubled.

“You should know well enough what it is. I’m going to put it in your pussy, so hold it in so it doesn’t fall out.”

Crrrk, crrrk.

Because her eyes were covered, every sound he made dug into her ears even more.

At last, when he finished winding it and let go, the object rattled as it moved. Then that disgusting thing spread Sheila’s lower lips again and began pushing inside.

***

Standing there with a dildo plugged into her below felt endlessly long to Sheila.

She couldn’t see, but she could clearly sense Cedric dragging a chair from somewhere and sitting down in front of her.

The moment she became aware of his gaze, she felt liquid leaking from the hole with the dildo lodged inside.

‘N-no.’

If it got slippery down there, the object could fall out, and if she went against his order to hold it in, she might receive an even harsher punishment than having clips on her nipples.

To keep the object from slipping out of the wet hole, Sheila had to tense her thighs tightly.

And at last, the vibration of the spring-wound dildo stopped.

Sheila thought it was finally over.

Until she heard him pick up the other dildo and pull the string out with a long tug.

Cedric pulled the stopped dildo out of Sheila’s vagina and pushed in the newly moving one. And while the new dildo’s string was being sucked back in, he calmly wound the spring of the spent dildo.

Once he finished winding it, the dildo inside her stopped, and Cedric drove the long, long-lasting spring-wound dildo back into Sheila’s pussy.

‘Don’t tell me he’s going to keep doing this……?’

Sheila’s face, which had spent the whole time standing and waiting only for the spring-wound dildo to stop, turned pale with shock.

“Disappointed?”

As if he’d read Sheila’s mind, thinking he’d pull it out once it stopped, Cedric asked. Sheila couldn’t shake her head, nor could she honestly nod.

Cedric, who knew better than anyone that Sheila couldn’t answer, continued, “There’s still plenty of time, Sheila. For you, continuing this will actually be more comfortable.”

As if a cat were caring for a mouse, Cedric coaxed her.

Separate from how those words made her feel like shit, Sheila could still swallow the urge to give up and endure. He was right.

She was already used to this act, and she was afraid of being subjected to some other unknown thing again.

But the more this was repeated, the more another torment surfaced for Sheila.

Just being stimulated by the vibrating dildo wasn’t enough to bring her to climax. It only heated her body.

If there were no stimulation at all, that would be one thing, but the continuous vibration teasing her sex drove her crazy.

Right after coming twice, she’d thought she’d never want another climax again for the rest of her life. But no. Now Sheila was craving climax like she was insane.

If she could just come once cleanly, it felt like she’d have no other wish.

‘How long is he going to keep this up…!’

Surely he wasn’t going to spend the rest of the time doing only this, right?

Before he’d covered her eyes, there was still an hour and fifteen minutes left. Sheila, who could barely endure even now, wanted him to work her hole with that dildo like before.

No, even that wasn’t enough. Sheila couldn’t stop thinking that she wanted him to pound her down there with his ‘real’ thing, not some fake like this.

The moment she thought of his real thing from last time, more liquid poured out from between her already wet pussy.

Sheila had to put strength even into her anus as she struggled to hold the spring-wound dildo in. Unable to narrow the distance between the legs he’d spread apart, Sheila twisted her body and fought with everything she had.

Not being able to make any sound made it even more suffocating. She almost wished he would gag her mouth instead of blindfolding her, because holding back sound for dozens of minutes by will alone was no easy task.

As she fought alone like that, Sheila suddenly felt an impulse to let go of everything.

But an impulse was only an impulse. Sheila wasn’t the type to gamble her life on a momentary urge. Still, in the moment Sheila hesitated, the heavy dildo slipped out, slid, and dropped to the floor.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

The dildo bounced on the floor with an indecent clattering sound.

And at the same time, she heard the chair scrape back.

At the sign of Cedric rising from his seat, Sheila’s body flinched.

Each time she heard the sound of him striking his palm with the crop whip in his hand, tap, tap, Sheila’s body trembled faintly.

It felt like he might lash her with it at any moment.

Cedric had taken out the crop whip while she was standing there with the dildo plugged in.

“For what’s left, I’m thinking of using the crop instead of my palm. Any objections?”

As he finished speaking and tapped the crop against his palm, Sheila realized he was already holding it.

Sheila remembered the crop whip she’d been struck with last time. Of all the tools she’d been hit with, it delivered the least impact.

The square piece on the end was much smaller than Cedric’s palm, so it was certain it would hurt less than being struck by hand.

Keeping her mouth shut, Sheila nodded.

There was no reason to refuse a tool that hurt less.

She sensed him stepping closer from where he’d risen from the chair.

‘Should I have said no…?’