The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 94

Somehow feeling unbearably embarrassed, Sheila let him lead her by the hand to the bath.

The moment she stepped down from the bed, the clothes hanging around her waist all slipped off, leaving Sheila already naked, pale as snow.

And Cedric followed, stripping off his clothes as well.

When his firm chest pressed against Sheila’s back as she stood turned away in embarrassment, the shame doubled.

Being guided along like a toddler taking its first steps, the instant she stepped into the tub with him, Sheila realized it. In front of his “Let’s wash,” the words “I’ll wash you myself” had been left unsaid.

“Stand there and hold the wall.”

Following his order, Sheila braced her hands against the wall near the tub, and water splashed over her body. Then he positioned himself behind her and reached forward, starting to lather soap along the back of her neck and over her chest.

The smooth soap made from olive oil teased at Sheila’s sensitive spots.

“Ah… I, I….”

In the end, Sheila let out a shallow moan and grabbed the back of the hand holding the soap.

But what came back was a cold command.

“Move.”

The moment the word fell, Sheila immediately put her hands back on the wall.

‘This damn maid habit….’

No, at this point, she wasn’t even sure what it was.

‘In this room, you obey master’s orders.’

That was what she’d newly learned and been trained into.

‘Right. Everything that happens in this room is only punishment.’

Thinking that, Sheila kept her hands on the wall and endured his soft, strange touch that didn’t match his cold tone.

Leaving her groin aside, she couldn’t understand why he needed to wash her nipples that thoroughly, but even if she twisted her body in a timid little act of resistance, she didn’t take her hands off the wall.

Watching her, Cedric thought, as expected, this woman wasn’t ordinary either.

You could dismiss everything from the moment they entered this room as play, but strictly speaking, what he did earlier was nothing more than him losing himself and devouring her.

And yet, for her to use “Cedric,” a safe word she seemed like she’d never be able to say out loud as a maid.

A woman who’d endured everything up to now, but shouted the safe word just to wash, felt cute to Cedric.

Even knowing it was nothing more than a predetermined word, Sheila’s voice calling his name kept replaying in his head.

Cedric finished washing quickly. Touching her with those lewd hands felt good, but right now, his desire had piled up to the point that this much couldn’t relieve it.

Wrapping her up in a large towel, Cedric returned to the bed, laid Sheila down on top of it, then spread the towel open to either side, like unwrapping a present.

“I washed you, so spread yourself on your own.”

‘What…?’

She said she wanted to wash, not that she wanted him to wash her. But he washed her however he liked, and now he was acting like he deserved credit for it.

Even so, Sheila couldn’t say anything.

His voice, calmer than before, felt more imposing.

‘Still, he did give me time to wash.’

For some reason, that was how she rationalized it as she slowly spread her legs.

But at the last moment, unable to bear the embarrassment, she overlapped both hands and covered herself.

Cedric tilted his head slightly and looked down at the woman lying there with her legs spread.

Her pale, white body stirred Cedric’s appetite. Especially the part she was covering with her hands.

If he’d had his way, he would’ve slapped the back of the woman’s hands with his crop and ordered her to move them.

He couldn’t help feeling that the count landing exactly on thirty was a shame.

His plan to make it thirty-two mistakes had gone off the rails.

In the last session, Judith got two more right than he expected, and the number of mistakes ended up settling neatly at thirty.

With no choice, Cedric grabbed her wrists and pinned them down on the bed like before.

Once her hands were moved away, pink little lips and tender flesh came into view.

Cedric’s eyes gleamed.

He lowered his lips and licked up along the red peak.

“Ah…! Ngh!”

Sheila let out a scream without meaning to, then clamped her mouth shut as if startled.

Cedric didn’t care and buried his face between her legs.

He rolled her nub with his tongue until it sprang up hard, then used his tongue to part her inner lips and pushed in, licking and nosing at her entrance like an animal.

Her swollen nub brushed against the hard tip of his nose and got pressed down again and again.

Every time it did, his grip tightened around Sheila’s wrists.

“Ah, ah, mm! Hngh!”

The unfamiliar, intense sensations made Sheila buck her hips.

‘So he was going to do this earlier… hng.’

Sheila couldn’t finish the thought.

He’d washed her thoroughly, but she still worried she might be dirty.

Contrary to her worry, her body, fresh from the bath, gave off only a sweet scent.

So clean that it almost felt like a shame he couldn’t even catch her natural smell.

Cedric soothed that disappointment with the wetness her hole was spilling.

When he started sucking up the liquid with wet, greedy sounds, Sheila couldn’t hold back and tried to close her legs.

Cedric let go of the hands he was holding and pressed his knees outward to force her legs wide again. Then Sheila, now freed, pushed at his head with both hands. It was instinct.

Even in the sudden, wordless struggle, Cedric stubbornly kept his face buried between her thighs, but in the end, he lifted his head.

“Hah… This won’t do.”

Cedric abruptly rose.

“Stay like that.”

After ordering her, he rummaged through the drawer and came back holding a red rope.

Thump, thump, Sheila’s heart pounded as the rope looped around her neck.

Of course, in this room, Sheila couldn’t resist at all.

He loosely tied a knot at her throat, then slid the rope down and bound both her wrists together across her chest.

“P-please, untie me, Master.”

Sheila begged, twisting her wrists. No matter how hard she tugged, her movement was severely limited.

Watching her, he asked with a smiling squint, “You want me to tie your mouth, too?”

Faced with that terrifying warning, delivered as sensually as a joke, Sheila had no choice but to shut up.

Cedric’s mouth curved up in a slow grin. Then he lowered his lips again to the place he’d been sucking and biting.

“Mmm, mm!”

“I’m not telling you to hold back the sounds, you know.”

He pulled his mouth away briefly to speak, then, smacking, kissing like he meant it, he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Haaah!”

A moan burst from Sheila before she could stop it.

Feeling her body thrash in his grasp, Cedric drank up the wetness flowing beneath her, quenching the thirst he’d been holding back.

“Hngh! Uh…! Haaah!”

Under the savage, relentless work of his tongue, Sheila’s body shuddered as she reached her climax.

The little valley where a trickle had been running flooded over.

Cedric kept sucking up the fresh liquid that spilled out.

“Ahh… no…! Th-that’s enough…!”

When the tip of his nose accidentally brushed against her hardened nub, Sheila thrashed.

Cedric lifted his head, wiped the corner of his mouth with a long finger, then settled himself between her legs.

It was a posture anyone could tell was meant for full penetration.

Sheila, still bound with both hands by the rope, shook her head at him with bleary eyes. She’d just reached her climax, and the thought of penetration scared her.

“Shh. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Despite the gentle tone meant to reassure her, the thing that entered Sheila’s sight was far too large to be comforting. Gripping it in one hand, he aligned the tip with her overly sensitive lower entrance.

At the moment of entry, Sheila’s waist jerked up in fear, her body stiffening.

But the penetration went more smoothly than she expected. Her hole, loosened and slick from his tongue, accepted him as if drawing him in.

The instant their bodies fit together without even a hair’s breadth between them, a moan spilled from both Sheila and Cedric at the same time.

“Mmm.”

“Hah….”

Cedric hooked Sheila’s leg over his arm. Then he pulled out slowly and thrust back in with a dull slap.

“Hah!”

The leg draped over his firm arm trembled.

When he repeated the motion once more, Sheila closed her eyes, tilted her chin up, and moaned. The tears that had pooled in her eyes slid down her temples.

Each and every reaction from the woman delighted him.

At the same time, whatever reason Cedric had managed to regain after the bath steadily evaporated.

Cedric picked up the pace of his thrusts.

Below the woman’s bound hands, her full breasts bounced wildly.

Cedric grabbed her breasts hard. When he flicked her nipples with his fingers, Sheila arched her waist and cried out even more helplessly.

Cedric wanted to punish the woman who, without his permission, was feeling so freely and lewdly. It was a sadistic instinct he couldn’t help.

It felt especially regrettable that he couldn’t spank her today.

Gripping her breasts as if to crush them didn’t satisfy the thirst burning inside him.

Even his usual lack of interest in spanking flared into craving, which meant the pent-up frustration from the appointment ceremony period must’ve been considerable.

Even though he’d lost a bit of time to the bath, they were still only at the beginning.

Driving his hips hard, Cedric asked, “If you let me give you ten strikes, ugh, I’ll cut the time down to two hours. What do you say?”

Sheila immediately understood that he meant replacing ten mistakes, which were supposed to be converted into time, with palm strikes instead.

Sheila looked up at him, her face flushed with pleasure.

“Ugh… h-half an hour…!”

Even now, the woman was bargaining.

Because of her, Cedric burst out laughing mid-thrust, then spoke again.

“Fine. An hour and a half. But we’ll use your back hole too.”