The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 50

At Cedric’s urging, Rufus continued his report without delay.

“They say it’s been quite some time since she started waking up early and receiving the dairy products in place of the kitchen maids.”

“So that’s also something she does for money.”

“There’s a high chance it is.”

Sure enough, this matter was a bit ambiguous.

Entrusting someone with washing a maid uniform was a personal matter, but waking up early to receive the dairy products was part of the kitchen maids’ duties.

If one of those set duties was being pulled away and assigned to another maid by paying extra money, it couldn’t help but be a problem.

For a large estate like this to run properly, each person’s duties and responsibility had to be clearly defined. Otherwise, it might look like there was no issue in ordinary times, but when variables arose or an accident happened, holes would inevitably appear.

To put it a little dramatically, it was something that shook the discipline of the estate’s system.

But whether it was washing maid uniforms or kitchen work, you couldn’t apply an inflexible standard to human labor. It was common for maids to come to an agreement and help each other out when circumstances didn’t allow.

In fact, if you weighed that matter alone, it was trivial, so if the Young Count stepped in, it might look like excessive punishment in the servants’ eyes….

After thinking for a moment, Cedric recalled the taste of milk that was blander than what he’d had while studying abroad, at the mention of “dairy products.”

Of course, to be exact, it was the same taste he’d been having at home before he went abroad.

“Since you’ve already investigated, keep watching a bit longer.”

“Yes, young master.”

At Cedric’s interest, Rufus looked pleased.

Cedric gave Rufus a few more instructions. Rufus, who had always treated investigation like a hobby, answered with an excited expression that he should just leave it to him.

And in the end, Rufus was able to witness Sam handing money to Sheila.

It was the result of observing the two of them exchanging the dairy products for several days, staking out at dawn each day as Cedric had instructed.

“Was it Sam from Viehaver Farm? On the day he comes to collect, bring him to my room. I’ll pay the dairy price myself.”

As Cedric instructed Rufus, Sam was summoned to Cedric’s room a few weeks later.

“You called for me, Young Count.”

“Yes. I called you.”

Sam, brought before Cedric without knowing why, trembled like a leaf.

Even so, he used the title “Young Count,” which he hadn’t been using for long instead of “young master,” without making a mistake.

He’d probably heard it from Rufus, whose calling was being a secretary, on the way here.

When Cedric stood up himself and came closer, Sam swallowed hard.

“Do you have any idea why I called you?”

“Well. I’m not sure….”

Sam trembled, but still played dumb like he didn’t know anything.

“Oh dear. I like honesty, you know. Sam from Viehaver.”

When Cedric coaxed him in a gentle tone, Sam raised his eyes to look at him. And when he faced Cedric’s cold expression that didn’t match the tone, his face crumpled as if he might piss himself.

“If I did something wrong…!”

“If you did something wrong.”

Cedric cut him off and looked down at him with a chilly expression.

“You’d better spill everything, Sam.”

When Cedric called his name directly and tapped his shoulder lightly, Sam squeezed his eyes shut.

Only then did it seem he finally decided to confess properly.

“I was wrong, Young Count!” Sam said, bowing deeply at the waist.

“Mixing in water was just something we did out of habit… I’ll never, never do it again.”

At Sam’s confession, Cedric said with an indifferent expression, “No, keep doing it.”

Sam lifted his head to check the Young Count’s expression, and his face turned ashen.

“I’ve committed a sin worthy of death. Never! I’ll never do it again, Young Count.”

Sam begged sincerely. Cedric frowned at the sight of the middle-aged man, sweat pouring down his face.

It was wrong to dare mix water into the dairy products the count’s family would consume, but for Cedric, the taste of the milk wasn’t the issue right now.

“You don’t understand what I’m saying.”

At Cedric’s irritated words, Sam finally burst into tears and dropped to his knees.

“Please….”

As Sam clasped his hands and began to beg, Rufus approached Cedric with an awkward expression and whispered.

“If you say it like that, no one but me will understand.”

“Then I’ll say it again.”

Cedric began explaining a bit more precisely, taking the listener’s level into account.

“Until I give separate instructions, do everything exactly as you have been. Keep giving the bribes to the maid too.”

At the word “bribe,” Sam jolted and fell back on his butt.

He’d thought he’d only been caught watering down the milk. He hadn’t imagined Cedric would also know that he’d been bribing Sheila in return.

Cedric continued without caring, “Don’t talk back. If you do as I say, I’ll give you compensation in return.”

Compensation…?

When Cedric finished speaking, Sam wore a dazed expression.

With an annoyed gesture, Cedric ordered Rufus to take him out. He wasn’t kind enough to keep explaining until the farm owner understood his intentions. What remained was Rufus’s job.

Left alone, Cedric’s expression wasn’t bad. He’d just grabbed a card he could use someday.

***

Seeing the long pole Cedric had brought, Sheila, kneeling on the floor, couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked.

“W-why’s that….”

“Who told you to speak on your own?”

At Cedric’s rebuke in place of an answer, Sheila hurriedly shut her mouth.

Today too, Cedric ordered her not to make a sound. He intended to make her do this training as many times as it took, until her habit of acting on her own like this was completely fixed. Of course, only inside this punishment room.

“Get down.”

When Cedric pushed Sheila’s upper body toward the floor, she, terrified, lowered herself and lay face-down.

Today too, Sheila was alone, stark naked. With her kneeling and bent over, the contrast between her slender waist and hips was sharp.

Even as he set the pole he’d brought down on the floor, Cedric couldn’t take his eyes off Sheila for even a moment.

Letting his gaze trail down along the soft curves of her body, he dragged Sheila’s ankles and began securing them to the end of the pole.

The maid’s spine twitched as her body was restrained.

‘So easily frightened….’

Watching the maid trembling, Cedric recalled what happened with Sam, and he felt a strange mood.

It was hard to believe someone this timid had been involved in that kind of corruption. Doing someone else’s work and being paid for it, and extorting money by holding someone’s weakness over them, were clearly different things.

And on top of that, the money wasn’t even a large amount, which made it feel even more so. Cedric had nearly laughed out loud because it was such a paltry sum for turning a blind eye to corruption.

So what he was curious about was what, exactly, made Sheila obsess over money to that extent, when she took conscientious amounts both for side jobs involving the other maids and even for corruption.

If she were simply greedy for money, she would’ve gone for extortionate profits….

Cedric recalled the accessories belonging to Judith that had been laid out on Sheila’s worktable the first day he’d entered the maid’s attic room. Picking up discarded items and selling them was common among maids, so he hadn’t said anything….

But even the maid’s intention to desperately hide it, afraid of being branded as someone with sticky fingers, was plain to Cedric’s eyes.

In the end, even what happened in this room was probably just another money-making job to Sheila. Exactly as Rufus had reported.

Even though this was something he’d intended himself, thinking that way left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Cedric secured her other leg to the opposite end of the pole as well.

With her ankles fixed to the ends of the long pole, her legs couldn’t close, and a red valley was exposed between them.

“Hh….”

“I haven’t done anything yet, Sheila.”

Cedric gently reassured the maid, who let out rough breaths because she couldn’t overcome her fear.

‘But I will soon.’

This time, Cedric held a long rod with a phallus-shaped attachment at the end.

Bringing over a chair and sitting far back behind Sheila, Cedric aimed the rod with the attached phallus toward the intimate valley spread wide open.

As the mock began to enter, a small sound, “Hhng,” leaked from Sheila’s mouth.

Cedric let it slide.

Lying face-down, Sheila might not yet be able to tell whether what was entering her hole was a dildo or Cedric’s cock. Sure enough, after he prodded her hole several times using the long rod, Sheila felt something strange and cautiously turned her head back.

When Sheila saw Cedric sitting far away, holding the long rod and poking her, her eyes filled with shock.

“Hh….”

Sheila accepted it quickly. Accepting reality, Sheila let out a strained sound and lay back down on the floor.

“Seems like you like it. Maybe because it’s a lewd pussy, you gush just from having anything shoved in there.”

At Cedric’s words, Sheila shook her head, denying it. But there was no way to hide the way her spine flinched every time her pussy was prodded.

“Don’t lie. It’s gulping it down just fine. At this rate, it’ll swallow the whole rod.”

Cedric moved the hand gripping the rod faster.

Emotion rode in those movements. The strange sense of disappointment he’d felt earlier….

To the woman, this act was nothing more than a few months’ worth of income. Likewise, for him, it was a pleasure with a set end.

That was why this time felt more desperate to him, and why he devoted himself even more fully to the act. In other words, at least for this moment, he wanted to drown her completely in pleasure so she couldn’t think about anything else.

“What are your hands doing idle? Spread it wider, so I can see better.”

Understanding his command, Sheila brought her hands to her buttocks. Then she spread her cheeks apart, making that place clearly visible.

Watching that, Cedric found the spot she reacted to best and thrust the dildo in. Today, he intended to make Sheila come with this.

‘Fuck, I’m the one being tortured here.’