The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 101

That night, once the massage began, Sheila quietly closed her eyes.

The rope marks left on the woman’s wrists and the countless traces he carved near her collarbone pleased him.

Separate from that satisfaction, checking whether she was all right was also extremely important to him.

“Did your wrists hurt?”

“N-no… they didn’t hurt.”

“And here?”

“Ah… that part’s fine too….”

It hadn’t been long since he started the massage, yet Sheila’s voice was already heavy with sleep.

Seriously, the moment her head touched anything….

Thinking about it, it was impressive she didn’t fall asleep during sex. Not that he’d let her sleep anyway.

After loosening the pelvis and leg muscles she probably overworked, and applying ointment to her wrists and around her collarbone, he carefully covered Sheila’s body with a blanket.

Sheila even formed a faint smile, as if she slipped into a pleasant dream.

Seriously, she’s cute….

After confirming she was sound asleep, Cedric rolled back the carpet and lifted the floorboard underneath.

As he took out the ledger and lowered the floorboard back into place, it made a louder noise than he expected.

Clack.

Sheila, lying on the bed, flinched. Cedric paused and watched her. When she licked her lips and let out an even breath, he rose and leaned back against a chair.

After finding out Sheila took money to the guild, he blocked her side work so she couldn’t save any more money.

However, he didn’t stop Sylvia from handing out tips.

‘So I need to see how much she saved during the banquet period.’

When he opened the ledger, a piece of paper folded twice horizontally slipped out.

Cedric wasn’t usually curious. Still, a paper he’d never seen before finally stirred his curiosity.

Just like everything else about Sheila.

[Resignation Letter]

Ha…?

[I hereby wish to resign from my position as a maid under Count Calley for personal reasons, and I respectfully request your approval.]

‘Ha!’

Cedric let out a hollow laugh without realizing it.

Of course, he knew the whipping maid contract was nearing its end. But Sheila disappearing from his sight for good…?

Of course, once the contract period ended, he had no intention of holding her anymore. He didn’t plan to extend the whipping maid contract either.

And he never intended to keep her as a mistress after marriage.

He decided not to keep a mistress from the moment he resolved to become a count. Even if the marriage was only for form’s sake, he had no intention of committing infidelity.

So what did it matter whether the woman left or stayed? No, if she disappeared from his sight on her own, maybe it was something to be grateful for.

Even while thinking that rationally, Cedric felt an inexplicable sense of betrayal toward Sheila.

“At the very least, I plan to endure five or six years in this estate.”

When did she say that, then?

Of course, it wasn’t a promise, and it wasn’t even something she said to him, but Cedric read a strong resolve in her words back then.

On top of that, Cedric clearly felt it. That she was quite satisfied during their encounters.

Each time he slapped her buttocks and breasts, her pussy tightened as if it would milk his shaft dry.

He did dig a trap to lure an ignorant woman into a room he prepared, but after that, Cedric carefully monitored Sheila’s condition as he carried out the training.

Even if it began as selfishness for his own satisfaction, he tried to give the woman satisfaction and pleasure as if it were a duty.

The upper mouth could lie, but the lower mouth couldn’t. And her lower mouth was clearly saying she liked it to death.

And yet she started writing a resignation letter the moment the contract was about to end.

Cedric tore his gaze away from the resignation letter and looked back down at the ledger.

On the ledger, which had recorded “-50” after her last trip to the guild, the whipping maid wage he paid her, “20,” was newly written.

After that came a small amount of money she earned from side work, then after side work was prohibited, the total amount of tips she received during the banquet period, thirty-four denises.

Next to it, written in small letters and circled, was the number “16.”

At the unfamiliar mark that had never appeared before, Cedric flipped to the very first page of the ledger and began counting the money she took to the guild.

And he figured it out.

That she needed sixteen more solids to reach two hundred solids.

“Two hundred solids. What are you even planning to do with that….”

With two hundred solids, one could own a small cottage somewhere nearby.

Sheila probably started saving money with a five or six-year plan in mind.

The reason she decided to quit about two years earlier than that plan likely had a lot to do with the whipping maid wages he gave her.

“Damn it.”

But now that the whipping maid contract was over, Sheila still needed a long time to gather sixteen solids.

Most of her wages were being sent back to her hometown.

And yet she was already planning to quit?

Cedric needed to know exactly why she was saving money through that particular guild.

And he needed an excuse to keep her bound for a while longer. An excuse to bind her without giving her any more money….

That night’s events resurfaced in Cedric’s mind as he looked down at the woman crying, tied to the four corners of the bed.

And he admitted it.

Thinking he could let this woman go after three months was a miscalculation.

There were still more than six months left until his marriage.

Realizing his mistake, Cedric continued his furious thrusting.

“Ah, ngh, hah!”

A woman he couldn’t make his wife, couldn’t even keep as a mistress, writhed in his arms.

Cedric slammed his cock deep into her tight hole and urgently climbed over her body.

“Open your mouth.”

Cedric shot his fluid into the red mouth that opened obediently.

The woman’s face, already flushed with pleasure, grew even more obscene.

Tears hung from her gentle, submissive eyes that stirred his sadism, and fresh semen sloshed inside the mouth of the well-trained woman.

Only after savoring the sight did he give the command.

“Swallow.”

Only then did Sheila close her mouth and gulp down the essence he poured into her.

“Haa….”

Watching her, Cedric clearly felt that this relationship was no longer moving according to his calculations.

Time was already nearing the promised two hours.

As if brushing away his turmoil, Cedric stood up and untied the ropes bound to the bed frame.

Then he secured the opposite ends of the ropes still tied to her ankles to the top of the headboard instead.

With her arms bound to the lower bars and her ankles bound to the upper bars of the iron grille headboard, Sheila’s body folded in half, her limbs spread into a V shape.

After arranging the woman into the position he wanted, he settled himself below her.

The blue-gray eyes looking up at her pussy lifted toward the sky sank darkly.

“Ah… d-don’t… look….”

Feeling his gaze on her, Sheila pleaded. After enduring nearly two hours, she was already exhausted.

Even so, Cedric’s eyes, looking down at her pussy made obscene by two hours of sex, burned with raw desire.

He asked, “What do you want me to do to your cunt?”

“N-no… hng, I’m telling you not to look at it!”

In Sheila’s voice as she pleaded with the infuriating man, a note of unconscious defiance crept in. He grabbed her pelvis with a sharp motion and said, “What, you want me to suck it?”

“N-no… ah!”

When his lips landed on her delicate flesh, hypersensitive to the extreme, Sheila twisted her body as if burned.

She could no longer plead or resist.

And soon, in that very position, she tasted intense pleasure.

“Haah… ah….”

Cedric gripped the woman’s trembling body tightly.

With the appointment ceremony over, it was now his turn to move. Only when everything became clear could he send this woman away.

And on that day, Cedric didn’t deliver a single spanking.

***

“How long are you going to keep playing around with pocket change?”

On the way out of the casino, Ernest pressed Fred.

“What do you want me to do? I already blew all the money I borrowed. Just wait. In a bit….”

Fred stopped mid-sentence and cursed under his breath.

Only ten days passed since Sheila sent money. There were still twenty days left until she sent more.

At the local tavern, it was enough money to play around for a whole month, but at the casino, it vanished in no time.

Of course, it wasn’t like he only lost.

When he won, it wasn’t much, and it all went right back into gambling anyway.

He thought about resting at home since he had no money left, but cards kept flashing before his eyes.

Fred decided to borrow five solids from Ernest.

And now he was walking out after losing all of that too.

“You think I don’t know you’re just waiting on your sister’s wages? After you pay back what you borrowed, how much will even be left?”

At Ernest’s words, Fred’s face twisted harshly. The money Sheila sent wasn’t small. It was on par with what miners earned after breaking their backs for a full month. Ernest himself worked at the mine and still scraped by doing odd brokerage jobs. And yet he treated his own money like pocket change.

But Fred couldn’t say anything back.

Ernest knew Fred’s situation better than anyone, and he was the only friend Fred could squeeze money from when he needed it.

“Then what do you want me to do!”

When Fred snapped weakly, Ernest opened his mouth as if he’d been waiting.

“Why not marry off the second one too?”

Fred’s eyes wavered as he immediately understood what Ernest meant.

A few years ago, the money he got after marrying off his first sister was one hundred solids.

It was the first large sum Fred ever held.

But it didn’t even come close to Sheila’s yearly wages.

Now that the casino was open, he desperately needed a lump sum, but thinking long term, it was more profitable to leave Sheila as she was.

Fred waved his hand and replied, “She’s not an option.”

Ernest rubbed his forehead with his thumb, looking genuinely regretful. “Really? This one’s nothing like your first sister’s match. It’s a far better position….”

At the words far better position, Fred asked, curiosity getting the better of him, “What kind of position?”

“This time, it’s a noble house.”

At Ernest’s words, the same Ernest who found a match for Fabiola back then, Fred’s eyes changed.