The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 73

The clamp that had pinched her nose now pinched her bright-red tongue.

“Uuh…!”

The moment it clamped down tight, the pain came heavier than she expected.

‘Of course.’

There was no way he would forgive her so easily. But it didn’t end there. Before she knew it, clamps were pinched onto both of Sheila’s nipples too.

Jingle.

Unlike last time, little bells hung from the ends.

“Face that way and get on all fours.”

He pointed to the headboard. Sheila turned the way he wanted and went down on all fours.

Cedric took his place behind her.

He gripped her snow-white buttocks and spread them apart.

“Hhng!”

When Sheila flinched, her breasts, hanging downward, swayed and rang out with clear little jingles.

As he entered her opened hole, he seized her breasts hard.

Jingle.

“My bitch turned into a dairy cow this time.”

“Hahh…!”

With the clamp on her tongue, even her moans came out cut in half.

Tears burst out again, and this time Sheila got fucked while being treated like a cow.

Every time he clenched her breasts and snapped his hips, Sheila’s body shook helplessly.

Between his long fingers, the bells rang without pause from the nipples that pushed out.

***

After being tormented for a full four hours, Sheila was in his arms. In the bathtub, at that.

When Cedric finished, he got up first, filled the tub, then swept up Sheila, who was sprawled on the bed, and carried her into the bath with him.

Sheila had no choice but to comply.

Of course, time spent washing didn’t count as punishment time. Normally, she should go out and wash, but she was in far too much of a mess for that.

More than anything, the biggest problem was the obscene scribbles he’d written on her belly.

Unless she wanted to spread a scandal through the whole estate about who she’d done some strange things with, she had no choice but to erase every trace of it here before she left.

Luckily, Sheila wasn’t the only one who looked a mess. Cedric wasn’t in great shape today, either.

After rolling around together for four hours, even he looked disheveled, unlike usual.

The hair he’d slicked back with pomade couldn’t withstand the movement and finally fell loose, and after moving his body and sweating for so long, his face looked a little gaunt, sharpening the line of his features even more. The tired-looking face glimpsed between his tousled black hair was almost decadent.

No one but her would know the Young Count looked like this. When that thought crossed her mind, something churned near Sheila’s chest.

Earlier, when he filled the bathtub and came toward her, Sheila touched under her nose. She thought it might be a nosebleed, but luckily it was just a runny nose.

‘Even if I got a nosebleed, it would be because I’m tired. Because I’m tired….’

Sheila reached the point where she was making excuses to herself.

Of course she couldn’t push him away while he soaked in the tub with her. This room and this bathtub were his.

All she could do was be grateful his center had finally quieted down.

‘So there are times like this, too.’

Maybe because she’d only ever seen him furious, the soft, squishy sensation against her butt felt a little cute.

Cute, toward that man, or more precisely, a part of his body.

‘Yeah, I really lost my mind.’

Sheila flushed on her own.

It was amazing she still had the presence of mind for this after being tormented for four hours.

And that wasn’t the only amazing thing.

She was so exhausted she couldn’t even lift a finger, but she also felt oddly refreshed.

Was it because she’d cried out all the tears she’d been holding back…?

“Anywhere hurt?”

While she was lost in thought, Cedric, holding her from behind, asked.

“No….”

Sheila shook her head faintly.

“Then I’ll have to loosen you up myself.”

“No, I’m really fine….”

“You want it done properly in your room? I’m tired today too.”

He meant a massage.

He did look tired today, but it wasn’t like Sheila, who couldn’t move a finger. He’d just lifted her up and carried her into this bathtub.

She didn’t want to bring a man like that into her room just to receive a massage.

When Sheila fell quiet again, Cedric started on his own, kneading the back of her neck. His hands gradually moved to her shoulders and arms.

When she yielded to his touch and leaned back, her back pressed against his chest. Unlike hers, his chest was firm, and its warmth told her he wasn’t a statue but an ordinary person. For some reason, that body heat felt almost scalding to Sheila.

“Did the clamps hurt a lot?” Cedric asked as he gently rolled the nipples where he’d clipped the bell clamps with his fingers.

“N-no… ngh, they didn’t.”

So lost in the comfortable massage, Sheila almost let out a strange moan as she answered.

“Thank goodness.”

He must have felt her flinch, but he only continued to stroke her nipples carefully.

He didn’t tease her or humiliate her like he usually did.

‘It’s because the time’s over, that’s all….’

What is this? Why do I feel disappointed…?

Sheila was dumbfounded by her own emotions.

It was ridiculous enough that she got excited just from the Young Count’s hands massaging her.

‘It’s only punishment that happens for a set amount of time, anyway.’

Sheila scolded herself.

After delicately massaging her nipples like he was soothing a wound, Cedric used a towel for drying the body to wipe clean the scribbles he’d written across her flat belly.

“How’s your bottom?”

This time he asked after the buttocks he’d struck with his palm.

“…I’m fine,” Sheila answered.

Of course it hurt while she was being hit, but that was all. Compared to being struck with tools, there were no wounds or lingering effects.

“That’s a relief.”

As he carefully checked the places where he’d punished her, a strange feeling tickled at Sheila’s heart this time.

When Sheila unconsciously tried to bury her face between her knees, he lifted her chin with a finger and made her face him.

“And the spot Judith hit? Is that okay too?”

Ah… so you knew.

Even though she thought he wouldn’t ask, she still practiced what she’d say if he did.

‘I ran into a wall. It’s true.’

Those words, with an extra excuse tacked on because she worried he wouldn’t believe her, ran circles through her head all through the lesson. But he never once asked what the red marks on her face were, all the way to the end.

‘If you weren’t going to ask, you should have pretended not to know to the end….’

Sheila shook her head and said it didn’t hurt.

Tears slipped down without her meaning to. But instead of wiping them away, Sheila tried to keep her face calm. Since she was in the bathtub, her face was already wet.

No matter how perceptive the Young Count was, he wouldn’t have noticed her tears.

As if Sheila was right, Cedric said nothing more about it. Then he changed the subject and asked another question.

“Do you remember the safeword I told you last time?”

At his question, Sheila nodded.

There was no way she could forget it, given that Cedric was asking her about “Cedric.”

“Then why didn’t you say it?”

At his next question, Sheila thought about the reason for a moment. Then she opened her mouth.

“…Because I could endure it.”

His punishment wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t to the point she couldn’t bear.

The hands kneading her body stopped dead.

For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped inside the bathtub where the two of them were soaking.

But then he lifted his hand and stroked Sheila’s cheek.

“Good job.”

And he added, “If it gets hard to endure, you must say so. Understand?”

“Yes. …Master.”

Just like the last time she’d hesitated over it, Sheila used the title “Master” this time.

The fact that the time was already over and the fact that she was still in the punishment room always put Sheila in conflict.

If she thought of the punishment time being finished, “Young Count” was the right form of address. But,

‘We’re still in the punishment room….’

Sheila made that excuse to herself.

In that moment, she felt the soft thing pressed against her butt tense.

She knew nothing would happen now that the set time was over, but even so, it felt better when it was firm rather than soft.

There was no way Cedric didn’t notice the change in his own body.

‘What a cheeky woman.’

Whether Sheila meant to or not, it couldn’t be anything but a sly act. And Cedric mocked himself for getting hard again.

Because this woman who was entrusting herself to him was someone he simply couldn’t bring himself to hate.

In the end, from the very beginning, every problem lay with him.

Unable to control his strange sexual proclivities, he deliberately lured an innocent woman into a trap.

And then, over a single outing, he’d taken it out on her far too much.

Tearing her underwear, snapping at the woman who came to return the money, punishing her excessively, all of it was pointless.

And despite that, Sheila followed along so readily.

Cedric always took care to make sure Sheila wouldn’t get hurt, but once he got absorbed in the act, it often became more intense than he expected.

And no matter how careful he was from his perspective, there could still be things that were hard for Sheila to endure.

So Cedric taught a woman who didn’t even know the first thing about play a safeword, and even checked to see if she’d forgotten it.

But she could endure it….

For an innocent woman who knew nothing, she adapted quickly.

No, was she born this way?

‘Fuck….’

Grinding the curse down inside, Cedric pulled the woman into his arms.

As he folded Sheila’s legs and kneaded them, he buried his face against her shoulder.

The small, curled-up woman fit neatly inside Cedric’s embrace.

‘Why are you….’

Cedric couldn’t finish his thought about Sheila.

The more he knew, the more curious he became. The more he had her, the more she set his possessiveness ablaze, to the point he wanted to chew down every last bone.

Cedric gently kneaded and stroked the woman’s body, which looked like it would snap if he handled it too roughly.

And already, two-thirds of the period where he could freely touch her like this had passed.