The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 51

As Sheila’s panting grew sharper, Cedric abandoned his plan and rose from his seat.

At the pleasure that vanished all at once, Sheila felt puzzled and took her hands off her buttocks, bracing herself on the floor as she lifted her upper body.

Like a cat, Cedric snagged the waist of Sheila, who was on all fours, and hoisted her up onto the table.

When he lifted the pole fixing her feet with a sharp motion, Sheila’s tear-brimmed face came into view between her snow-white legs.

“Looks like you’re pretty disappointed you couldn’t come?”

Supporting her upper body on her elbows, Sheila looked at Cedric and tried to shake her head again. But thud- as Cedric’s thrust slammed in, her head snapped back helplessly.

Gripping the middle of the rod with one hand, Cedric rammed his cock deep into the hole where the mock cock had been going in and out.

Each time Cedric’s groin slapped against the vaginal opening, which had been dripping for a while, wet smacking sounds echoed, flesh colliding.

Because Sheila couldn’t keep her mouth closed yet desperately held back her voice, the lewd wet sounds rang out even more vividly.

The hole that couldn’t climax with the mock cock alone rushed quickly toward its peak.

As if giving a reward to a well-behaved child, Cedric rolled her fully exposed clit with his fingers.

When Sheila’s inner walls finally began to spasm, Cedric too drew closer to his limit.

As Sheila’s climax ended, gasping as she reached orgasm, this time Cedric pulled out his own club and shook it.

Keeping one hand still pressed to Sheila’s sex, he rolled her clitoris.

Over Sheila, who twisted her body under the strong pleasure, he shot out his cloudy liquid.

Thick, viscous fluid, as intense and sticky as his desire, clung to various parts of Sheila’s body.

***

After Sheila became a whipping maid, the routine of coming and going to the punishment room continued.

During that time, Sheila learned a few more things. One was that Cedric was even more, far more of a pervert than she’d thought, and another was that the walls of the punishment room were soundproofed.

“See how thick it is?” Cedric said to Sheila as she was leaving the punishment room.

Sheila had never even had a concept of “soundproofing” to begin with.

She knew, of course, that the thinner a wall was, the more easily sounds from the next room carried. But she hadn’t known that walls could be layered thick for the purpose of blocking sound, or that soundproof wallpaper could be applied.

To someone like her, Cedric personally explained the concept of soundproofing along with the construction process of this room.

“When they did the work, I ordered them to add another layer to the walls. So no sound at all would leak out. Then we papered it with fabric brought in from Lotas.”

The wallpaper, made of a material similar to winter curtains, looked thick at a glance.

And as Sheila stared at that high-end imported wallpaper, her eyes had no choice but to widen.

“You told me not to make noise…!”

“That’s right. I told you not to make noise. But did I say anything else?”

Come to think of it, he hadn’t. The idea that someone might pass by and hear had been Sheila’s own assumption.

“Of course, as ‘Party A’, I do feel responsible toward you. After all, you’re working hard as a whipping maid because of me.”

He spoke slyly to Sheila, who only now realized how foolish she’d been.

“But it’s troublesome to dump responsibility for Party B’s own misunderstanding onto Party A.”

Sheila, still dazed, glared at him.

It was obvious that Cedric had already known all along what misunderstanding she’d been laboring under throughout everything they’d done.

Thinking about the time she’d barely managed to hold back her voice, Sheila felt wronged and furious. But she couldn’t say anything to him.

“I told you. In here, I’m your master. So I simply taught you to obey your master’s words.”

Cedric was right.

It had been her own choice to step into this place, agreeing to do anything instead of being beaten.

In the punishment room, he’d declared that he would be the master in this room, and Sheila had become someone who had to follow whatever he commanded.

Of course, all of it was premised on the condition that it be done with less severity than being beaten. Otherwise, she might as well take the beating. There’d be no reason to spend time here.

And irritatingly, Cedric made very good use of that line.

What really troubled Sheila was the fact that the place where the whipping contract was carried out wasn’t strictly limited to the punishment room.

After the punishment ended and she returned to her room, Sheila once again found herself lying in front of Cedric.

“Ah, ah! It hurts!”

Unable to hold it in, Sheila cried out.

Without realizing that it was a sound that would make others suspicious if they heard it, Sheila entrusted her body to Cedric.

“Ahh, there…! Hh!”

Sheila, who had begun going in and out of the punishment room instead of being beaten, thought he would no longer come to treat her. But she was wrong.

Instead of applying ointment, Cedric now rubbed oil all over Sheila’s body and gave her a massage.

Not a masseur, but being massaged directly by the Young Count….

Something she couldn’t even imagine was happening every night in the small attic room on the third floor.

At first, she naturally refused.

“Young Count, I wasn’t beaten, so there’s no need for you to keep doing this….”

“You know, you may have forgotten, but in Article Four, Clause Two of the contract…”

He cut Sheila off and once again brought up the contract clause.

That damned Article Four, Clause Two.

It was the clause that said, ‘Party A bears the duty to take responsibility for and manage Party B’s health so that Party B can be beaten in the best possible condition.’

“Whether you want it or not, I’m going to fulfill my duty.”

Cedric said to Sheila, who could only gape, unable to argue back.

“So take it off and lie down. I don’t have time. Now.”

Sheila had no choice but to lie down in front of Cedric.

Thankfully, she wasn’t completely naked. He’d allowed her to keep her underwear on.

After mixing bodies with him in all sorts of positions, insisting she couldn’t take her clothes off had no persuasive power at all. It was like insisting on applying ointment while still wearing clothes.

The massage he gave hurt but felt refreshing. Just like her ‘relationship’ with him, which hurt but also brought pleasure….

After personally experiencing the effects of the massage, Sheila shut her mouth as well. The difference between days she had it and days she didn’t was stark.

‘How did it come to this that you’re even good at massages!’

Perhaps because Cedric was so outstanding, whatever he did, he did far better than others.

Of course, if he hadn’t been doing those things in strange positions to begin with, there’d be no need for massages, but that was too much to hope for.

Now, perhaps it was Sheila herself who welcomed his massages, even as she complained about him being good at them….

There were even times when, amid the pain, drowsiness would creep in.

Creeeak-

‘Gasp!’

Thankfully, the faint creaking sound of the wooden floor snapped Sheila’s mind back to the attic room as she was about to be swept away by sleep.

Since the tall man began coming and going, the wooden floorboards that were already loose started making more and more strained sounds.

Now, it squeaked even when he simply sat in the chair and moved.

Sheila grew more and more bothered by that sound. Maybe he didn’t care at all, but….

‘I should buy a carpet, even if I have to pay for it.’

Even if it would be secondhand, Sheila made up her mind that the next time she went out, she would definitely buy a carpet.

‘Ah, I can’t fall asleep….’

When drowsiness crept in again, the tiny bit of vigilance she had left pushed at Sheila.

Nothing would happen just because she fell asleep with him here.

He wasn’t a suspicious person, and he was even less the sort to take interest in a maid’s belongings. Still, Sheila had a few things she had to protect. A ledger where she’d written various things down, and also, also….

“You fell asleep,” Cedric muttered to himself.

She would bristle, raising a bunch of prickles that weren’t even sharp like a baby hedgehog, yet if you stroked her a little, she would fall asleep meekly.

So deeply that she wouldn’t notice even if someone carried her off.

Cedric draped a thin blanket over even Sheila’s shoulders. Then, still seated in the chair, he turned his body and looked over the top of her worktable.

All sorts of work still lay scattered across it.

Knitting was one thing, since it was just moving her fingers, but Cedric’s brow creased at the laundry basket filled with maid uniforms she’d collected.

‘She caught a fever doing that after getting beaten before.’

According to what Rufus found out, the one and only day off was the day Sheila did the laundry she’d gathered, and even on the day he called the doctor, she had washed and hung fifteen maid uniforms in the morning.

With those thin arms and legs that didn’t seem to have any strength.

‘It’s probably just pocket change. Is clinging to it her hobby?’

Seeing that she stubbornly did work for fellow maids and took money, always only in advance, it didn’t seem like she was completely empty-headed, but….

On top of that, hadn’t she even been taking money from the owner of Viehaver Farm?

Would it have felt less filthy if the woman were more cunning?

Even though Cedric had already handed her a large sum, the maid didn’t seem to have any intention of quitting her side jobs on her own.

Well, going from a salary of ten solids to thirty solids didn’t make someone tremendously rich, and earning money didn’t need some grand reason.

There were plenty of common reasons, like wanting to build a good house, to expand farmland, to prepare for old age and illness. And the most common reason women earned money was to save up a dowry for marriage with their own hands.

‘Marriage….’

Cedric’s thoughts stopped exactly there.

For her, and also for himself, who would become the next count, marriage was a gateway they both had to pass through.

‘That’s why before then, I can’t help but take my fill….’

For some reason, the more he held the woman, the thirstier Cedric became. It was a phenomenon he’d never experienced even once before.

Contract or whatever, it didn’t feel like it would be enough even if he locked her in his arms twenty-four hours a day.

But Cedric didn’t doubt the self-control he’d had up to now.

And yet, he couldn’t easily leave the attic room. Even though he’d already fulfilled the duty to “take responsibility for and manage” as agreed.

‘It’s not like this place is anything special….’

Repeating self-mockery and inner conflict, Cedric stared down at the sleeping woman for a long while.

Thinking about what he would do with Sheila the next time Judith made a few mistakes.