The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 110

In the carriage returning to the Calley mansion, Sheila cried endlessly.

It was hard to pinpoint the exact reason.

Memories of the years that had passed drifted through her mind one by one, and she missed her father and older sister painfully.

What would her father say if he knew about this from heaven?

Her father would probably still remember Fred as a boy who was somewhat rebellious but kind at heart.

Before her father passed away, Fred had been gentler than he was now, and that version of him remained clearly in Sheila’s memory as well.

She thought everything would feel resolved once she gathered the money and made the request, but instead of relief, fear still lingered.

But there was no turning back. Even knowing that, Sheila struggled with her thoughts the entire ride back to the mansion.

By the time she found herself wishing someone would tell her she wasn’t wrong, that this decision had been unavoidable, the carriage came to a stop.

Sheila got off not at the mansion, but at the nearby market.

She bought two bundles of white lace thread and headed toward the mansion.

Her steps grew hurried.

She’d already been away from the mansion for quite some time, and being any later would be troublesome.

Even though it was her day off and she was free to go wherever she wanted, Sheila still found herself conscious of Cedric.

Of his gaze, which seemed to see through her lies while taking interest in her every move….

“Where have you been?”

“Eek!”

As Sheila hurried up the stairs, she screamed at the sudden sight of Cedric leaning against the third-floor corridor.

The two bundles of thread she was holding rolled across the floor and stopped at Cedric’s feet.

“What startled you so much? You look like someone who’s done something wrong.”

Cedric spoke lightly, but Sheila’s body froze stiff.

Cedric bent down instead and picked up the thread bundles, then walked toward her and held them out.

Sheila’s hand trembled faintly as she reached out to take them.

She was trying her best not to shake, but this was the limit.

Sheila hoped the perceptive Cedric wouldn’t notice anything. But the moment she took the thread, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“Why are you shaking so much? Did you really do something wrong?”

Sheila’s breath caught as her body was pulled toward him without warning.

“Young Count… please, let… let go.”

As soon as Sheila managed to speak, Cedric released her trembling wrist without a second thought.

Sheila’s body wavered as she lost her balance.

“Haah….”

Before she could collapse to the floor like the thread bundles, Cedric let out a short sigh and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Young Count, I….”

“If you’re just going to tell me to let go again when you can’t even stand properly….”

“That’s not it….”

Sheila pressed her trembling hand against his chest and said, “Could I… repay my debt now?”

From the last exam of three hundred questions, every question Judith got wrong had remained as a debt Sheila needed to repay.

Her eyes glistened as she proposed paying it back. Sheila was breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell sharply, as if she’d forgotten how to breathe normally.

A long sigh escaped Cedric’s lips.

“Not today. Rest.”

Sheila clung to Cedric’s shirt, gripping it tightly even as he refused.

“Please….”

Cedric rubbed his mouth as if troubled.

For Cedric, it was nearly impossible to refuse when a woman who suited his tastes begged him so desperately.

“If you’re the one asking for it, then it isn’t punishment, is it?”

Even so, he barely maintained his composure. He couldn’t handle a woman trembling like that carelessly.

But Sheila didn’t back down.

“Then, not as punishment… could you just hold me once?”

At her words that it wouldn’t count against the remaining number, Cedric’s gaze changed.

“Do you know how many hours I might keep going?”

“No matter how many hours… I don’t mind.”

He looked straight down at her, who provoked him without understanding anything, and said, “You’ll regret it.”

Sheila shook her head. Tears that had been steadily filling her large eyes fell in heavy drops. Damn it, tears Cedric couldn’t possibly refuse….

‘Fuck.’

Swallowing the curse lingering in his mouth, Cedric said, “Follow me.”

Cedric grabbed Sheila’s wrist and strode forward.

The thread fell to the floor again and rolled away carelessly.

“Ah… my thread….”

Sheila reached out belatedly toward the fallen thread, but her paper-like body was dragged along by Cedric.

Cedric dragged her straight into his room and slammed the door shut, trapping Sheila in his arms.

Cedric noticed Sheila’s restless expression and asked, “What’s the problem?”

“The thread… the thread in the corridor….”

As Sheila muttered blankly and tried to turn her head toward the door, Cedric grabbed her chin and turned it back toward himself.

“The thread isn’t going anywhere.”

“S-still….”

“I’ll pay for the thread, so focus on me, Sheila.”

Sheila stared blankly at Cedric.

“How much was the thread?”

Cedric deliberately asked the question to bring the half-dazed woman back to her senses.

Sheila’s eyes wavered.

“F-four denises,” Sheila answered.

The thread had cost one denis for two bundles, but she’d just quadrupled the price.

“Looks like you’re coming back to your senses if you’re trying to scam me now.”

As Sheila tried to add an excuse, he grabbed her hand and headed toward the punishment room.

The yellow gaslight flickered on, and the punishment room door shut firmly.

It was the place where something other than punishment would happen for the first time.

***

Brrrr.

A constant vibrating sound echoed. It came from the wind-up dildo inserted beneath Sheila.

She lay face down on the bed, her right arm tied to her right leg and her left arm tied to her left leg.

Her raised buttocks were covered in red handprints.

Even light spanking that wasn’t punishment left marks on her pale, delicate skin.

“You’re always thinking about deceiving your master whenever you get the chance.”

Smack!

As spanking was added to the dildo’s vibration, Sheila let out a loud moan.

“Hngh!”

“Say properly what you did wrong.”

“I… exaggerated the price of the thread to my master. Hngh! I was wrong, Master.”

Sheila pleaded with her face pressed into the bed.

She’d entered this room not to be punished in Judith’s place, but in this room, Cedric was still Sheila’s master.

“Just because you’re a noble doesn’t mean you can leave the household finances entirely to the servants. Even if you entrust them with it, you must know the market prices accurately in order to manage and supervise properly.”

Sheila knew this from accompanying Judith’s lessons for three months. He was far more knowledgeable about commoners’ market prices than expected, and he wasn’t someone easily deceived.

And she knew how such excuses would be used in the punishment room….

The reason she lied even knowing that was simple.

She wanted him to punish her harshly.

“Is that all?”

“Hngh! Yes….”

“What about leaving the mansion all day without saying a word?”

“That… ngh.”

No matter how much she wanted to be punished, she couldn’t reveal that reason. Sheila spoke the excuse she had prepared in advance.

“I went to the market… and it was so interesting looking around, I lost track of time….”

Smack! Smack!

The moment the lie left her mouth, Cedric’s palm struck her buttocks hard.

As Sheila’s insides clenched in shock and tried to push out the dildo, Cedric forced it back in deeply.

A sudden gush of fluid burst out from inside.

Drool ran from Sheila’s mouth as she pleaded.

“Hngh… p-please, put it in… punish Sheila’s lower mouth with Master’s rod….”

“You tell lies with your upper mouth, yet you’re asking me to punish your lower one?”

Just as she began to feel disappointed by his skeptical tone, the dildo slid out. And into the place the imitation shaft had vacated, Cedric’s real one began to enter.

“Ahhhng!”

Sheila moaned again at the tight, filling satisfaction.

Cedric stimulated her clitoris with his long fingers. Then he thrust himself in completely with a hard shove.

At that moment, fluid shot out from Sheila’s urethra.

Her body, heated for so long by the dildo, reached climax from Cedric’s entry alone.

The clear liquid that burst out like ejaculation soaked Cedric’s hand and groin.

Another gush of fluid burst from Sheila’s trembling pussy.

After more than three months in the punishment room, Sheila’s body now expelled fluid whenever she felt shame.

“You’re dripping everywhere because you like it that much. Is it that good?”

Sheila answered, tears streaming down her face, “Yes… it feels good.”

“What feels so good?” Cedric asked persistently.

“Master’s cock…, ngh, it’s so big and thick… it fills my belly completely…, hnng!”

Words she could never say normally flowed out without resistance here.

Cedric’s lips curled upward at her answer.

“Since I’ve given you something good, you should repay me.”

And he commanded, “Move on your own.”