The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 77

“Ah, no!”

Sheila desperately wanted to protect the paraffin oil she’d been saving.

Lately, since her body had been more at ease, she’d been falling asleep less often during massages, and she’d been thinking it was time to get some work done.

And she’d already told Uncle Sam this morning that he didn’t need to give her money anymore, so she was going to invest a little more time into this…!

Right in front of Sheila, Cedric picked up the jar she’d been collecting paraffin oil in.

Without thinking, Sheila grabbed the jar in a panic.

“If you take it all…! I won’t even have anything to use tonight.”

“Starting today, come to me and take a week’s worth at a time.”

“Sorry?”

I’ve still been a maid for five years, you know. Do I really have to live like that…?

Sheila’s light brown brows drooped. She still couldn’t let go of the oil jar, as if it were a lifeline.

“I was going to let it slide, but I guess I can’t.”

“Yes…?”

“If I want to make this bigger, I can make it as big as I like, Sheila. Should we start by checking whether the supplies distributed to the maids are being properly managed? If I call the head maid and ask, I’m sure we’ll get an answer right away.”

Sheila quickly eased the strength in the hand gripping the jar and said, “You’ll get oil on your hand, Young Count. I’ll carry it.”

The hand that had been trying to snatch the jar from the Young Count shifted into a gesture offering to hold it instead.

“Sh-should we go…?”

Seeing Sheila’s professional work smile, Cedric let out a small laugh and released the jar.

Sheila fixed her clothes for a moment, then, swallowing back tears, followed behind Cedric with the jar of paraffin oil in her hands.

***

“What? Is that really true?”

“I’m telling you it is. You guys really didn’t tell anyone, right?”

“You know we didn’t. Chef Roland doesn’t care about stuff like that, so we set up a rotation among ourselves.”

Sheila looked at each of the kitchen maids who’d been hiring her one by one. Everyone wore a face that said they had no idea what was going on.

“Then it wasn’t from this side. Anyway, they say they’re going to crack down hard, so I can’t do this until things quiet down. Oh, Paula. I’m taking a break from washing maid uniforms for a while too, so keep that in mind.”

“Ah, seriously? That too?”

Among the maids with gloomy faces, Paula’s expression crumpled even more.

Sheila quickly went to find her other regulars and explained the situation.

Everyone reacted much like Paula.

“Ha, they’re cracking down on even that?”

If people above were cracking down, they couldn’t exactly blame Sheila.

“You’ll do it again once things settle down, right?”

One maid asked, reluctant to let it go.

“Yeah. But is there someone besides me doing this kind of work for money?”

“No. Why?”

“N-no reason….”

She’d asked the kitchen maids earlier too, and it seemed there wasn’t anyone else like Sheila who did work for other maids and earned money.

“Anyway, everyone, handle your own work yourselves, and if you need to ask because you’re sick, don’t forget to tell the head maid in advance.”

After, unintentionally, she’d firmly tightened discipline among the maids, Sheila thought as she climbed the stairs to the third floor.

‘My luck would be that.’

Sheila’s life, for the most part, never flowed easily.

She lost her mother when she was so young she didn’t even remember it, then her father at fifteen, then her sister at seventeen.

She did have the good fortune to get hired as a maid at a grand estate, but she spent more than four years assigned to Judith, who had the worst temper of them all, and now she’d become Cedric’s personal maid, the one she’d been most afraid of.

After finishing her work, Sheila stood in front of Cedric to receive the week’s worth of paraffin oil, just as he’d said.

As he poured out a smaller portion of oil, he spoke with a cool expression.

“Use it sparingly.”

‘Tch.’

He was stressing frugality so much even though he’d only given her a pitiful amount.

The amount Cedric portioned out for a whole week was barely what Sheila used to go through in a single day.

The secret money she’d been getting from Sam was cut off, she could no longer take on washing maid uniforms or picking up dairy products for others, and she’d been planning to knit diligently at night at least, but that plan had gone straight down the drain.

She should have known from the way he complained about milk with that face….

She thought he was generous with money, but it turned out he had a surprisingly stingy side.

“Well?”

“Yes…, Young Count.”

No matter how hard she tried not to show it, Sheila’s attitude as she answered was far worse than usual.

She’d entered this difficult estate at a young age and survived in an unforgiving environment. She’d learned to read the room, but she’d also been beaten plenty of times and cried plenty of times. As the years passed, she’d grown used to it, and before she knew it, she’d become something of a veteran maid among the others.

Being able to use as much of the shared paraffin oil as she wanted had been proof and compensation for enduring all that time.

And now Cedric had taken that away from her, so it was only natural that she couldn’t keep her expression in check.

Perhaps sensing her displeasure, Cedric launched into a lecture.

“What are you so dissatisfied about? Shouldn’t you be grateful that I didn’t make a bigger issue out of it? You’d do well to get rid of the idea that a little paraffin oil can be used carelessly. You know how many people this estate supports, don’t you? If all of them had the same lax mindset as you, what do you think would happen to the estate’s finances?”

Once Cedric started nagging, he was no different from an old scold.

“If you knew how our family’s wealth was built, you wouldn’t be so careless. You don’t even have to look far. My grandfather, the former Count Solomon Calley, personally took part in battle, defended the territory, increased production, and received rewards from the royal family, building up the estate’s wealth. And after the current Count, it’s me who’s establishing businesses in Lotas to support the finances.”

He glossed over the current Count Bernard Calley rather quickly, but the point was clear. The income from the territory wasn’t what it used to be, and if he didn’t stay on top of things, the count’s finances could fall into difficulty.

As Sheila listened to Cedric’s lecture with a sour expression, the image of him working busily every day came to mind.

She’d thought he worked as a hobby because he was the eldest son of a count, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Compared to Alfonso, who spent his days reading leisurely, Allen, who seemed thoughtless, or Judith, the weight on Cedric’s shoulders looked considerable.

There were more than two hundred people living in the estate alone, and if she counted suppliers like Molly’s husband or Uncle Sam and their families, there were thousands whose livelihoods were directly tied to the estate.

As someone who scraped together money more desperately than anyone else, Sheila understood Cedric’s words all too well.

It couldn’t be helped….

The oil was already gone, so all she could do was comply….

“So, your answer?”

“I’ll use it carefully and sparingly.”

“As long as you understand.”

Even so, she couldn’t help finding the man irritating.

***

Dangle, dangle.

Sheila’s breasts, slipping free between the straps of her apron, swayed.

She wasn’t even in front of a mirror, but because she was bent over like an animal, she could see her own state far too clearly. Shame surged up within her.

‘Why is this even sexier than being completely naked?’

The whipping maid job was finally entering its last month. Only a few weeks left.

She ended up coming this far because she signed that strange contract, but fortunately, it looked like she could finish without paying the money back. She only had to endure it for a few more days.

But Cedric’s perversity grew fuller by the day.

“In that state, put the apron back on.”

That was what he ordered once Sheila was naked.

Naked with an apron…!

It was an outfit Sheila could never have imagined.

And Cedric, making full use of that outfit’s particular charm, demanded she get on all fours.

For some reason, every time Cedric demanded a humiliating position, heat flared up between Sheila’s legs.

Smack!

“Who told you to wag your ass however you please?”

Cedric slapped her buttocks with his palm, yanking the leash fastened around her neck.

The collar was something Cedric had put on her as he stared at Sheila in nothing but an apron.

“Hngh!”

I… it felt so good that I couldn’t help it….

These days, Sheila was starting to admit it. Just like Cedric, she was becoming a pervert too.

Not only at the strange positions he demanded, but even when she saw the strange tools he brought out, a thrill she couldn’t explain swelled inside her.

And when he struck her with his palm, the dizzy pleasure was stronger than the pain.

Had she really become a pervert who got turned on every time she was hit?

When you were a lowly maid, there were countless occasions where you got hit here and there.

Being struck by your masters, being struck by the head maid, was treated as normal.

If you were a kitchen maid, you could get beaten by the head chef, or if not, by senior maids.

Thinking that she might get wet every time someone hit her made her head go blank.

‘No way….’

She wanted to believe it wasn’t true, but since she became Cedric’s maid, she no longer got slapped around by Judith, so there was no way to find out.

While she was lost in those absurd thoughts, he grabbed her chin and turned her face.

What came into Sheila’s sidelong view wasn’t her own breasts swinging, but Cedric’s handsome face set against an exotic backdrop.

“Hah…!”

Even with his hand on her chin, Cedric didn’t stop moving his hips, so a moan slipped out of Sheila’s mouth.

“It looks like our maid is thinking about something else.”

“Hah, n-no….”

At Sheila’s lie, he grabbed the breast that was spilling out between the apron with his other hand.

“Hngh.”

When his long fingers flicked her nipple, moans poured out on their own.

Looking down at her like that, Cedric curled his lips into a grin.

These days, he smiled more than she expected.

“Be honest, Sheila.”

“The peace of the kingdom is… hah… in danger….”

“What?”

With her mind going hazy, Sheila blurted nonsense and hurriedly shook her head.

“Hah… too deep…!”

“Do you like it when I push it in deep?”

“Yes. Hah! I like it…. It’s too… ngh!”

Only after Sheila’s earnest answer did Cedric let go of her face, then start driving in even deeper.

“Hahh, hk! Hah…!”

With each deep thrust, Sheila panted.

Sheila was learning more and more secrets about her own body that she didn’t even know.

She learned there was a place that felt insanely good when something thick drove into her, and she learned that the more aroused that place became, the deeper she could take a man.

And she learned one more thing.

Excessive heat muddled clear judgment.

In the middle of being fucked, a man’s finger touched a place no one else’s body should ever touch. It was right above Sheila’s cunt as she lay bent over.