Preys and Predator Part II; the monster and witches' Chapter 9

 

9.

Not much was spoken of Ernest, for he was always in his chamber and engrossed with the volume. It was a huge chamber that served as his bedchamber, with comfortable bedding, but the huge part of it was the shelves with the volumes. He had spent most of his time studying law on the appearance of it, but his other interest was in dark arts. With his disability, he felt the need to find a cure for his ailment. It may not be by the medical knowledge of William or Victor but the unexplored knowledge of the dark arts. He had read of the miracles among the myths and focused his research there.

But there are other needs.

“Master Ernest, are you ready?” Maple appeared at the chamber. She carried with her the bowl of water with the towel. She was dressed like any other, in the working frock that was assigned to the maids at the mansion.

“Yes, I am.” Ernest replied. “Please proceed.”

Ernest hobbled from the desk with his crutches to the designated area. He was not able to do much besides the reading and the regular trip to the dining hall. He stood there and awaited the maid to attend to him. Maple had locked the chamber door to ensure his privacy. Maple was his choice among the others, for she was young, gentle, and above all, pretty by his view. She also was quiet and did not argue with him.

Maple set the bowl on the small high table there before she placed the towel inside. She had with her the needed items for the task: the soap, powder, and perfumes. There was his fresh change of clothing.

It was his bathtime.

Ernest stripped off his clothes and stood there in his birth glory.

“Master Ernest, may I?” Maple asked. The young man nodded to her. He felt the cloth that was strung across his mouth. The cloth was pulled taut before it was tied by the maid. He felt the tap on his left shoulder and leaned forth towards the table. He gripped the sides of the table and spread his legs.

The spanking began then, on his buttocks; ever lightly, and then it became heavier and more intense. Ernest gripped the table side upon every blow. He screamed in his voice, but the sound was stifled by the cloth. He held hard onto his pain, and then it all came out.

Ernest slumped forward onto the table, and the spanking stopped. He was done. The cloth was removed from his mouth, and he breathed through the mouth in huge gulps.

“Master Ernest, let me wash you now.” Maple took the wet towel and slowly soothed the man across his back. She reached with the towel at the sore buttocks, and with gentle dabs, she cleaned him there. She slowly moved him around and washed the front of his body. She reached down and cleaned his privates, removing the seminal fluids there.

“Master, was it good?”

“Yes, the inside of me is expunged.” Ernest nodded. He felt better after the release. She applied it to the buttocks to ease the pain.

“Thank you, Maple. You may clean up and then go.” All was done, and Ernest got dressed again in the new set of clothes. He was clean, cleansed, and ready to renew his studies. Maple had then collected the soiled clothes and proceeded to leave.

“Your coins are there.” Ernest motioned to the box by the doorway. “Take what you need.”

“Yes, master.” Maple opened the box and took what was her due. Ernest was back at the desk. His buttock ached, and he did not sit on it. He stood there and watched the closing of the door. He then looked at the picture of his mother. She was seated there looking bored. She was most of the time, but not for Ernest. He was fond of her and grabbed at every opportunity to be with his mother.

Ernes had his excuses and sought out his mother.

“Ernest, you need to stop yourself.” Mother had spoken. “You are a grown boy. I cannot spank you anymore.”

“I am sorry, Mother. I will try.” Ernest got off his mother’s lap and then removed his pants. His mother blushed and looked at his face.

“Darling, you cannot just remove your pants now. You are a grown boy. You need to do it in your chamber.”

“I am sorry, Mother. I cannot help it. I want to hear.” Ernest looked at his naked lower half. “It feels nice when you are watching me. When you are doing it… The pain makes me happier.”

“Little monster.” The mother had called him. “You are always in trouble. I had to punish you.”

“I am not. I am as huge as Victor.” Ernest defended himself.

“Is that so? I have not seen Victor or even William. But I am sure you are all monsters.”

“Mother, what can I do when you are not around?” Ernest asked. “You could be away, traveling, or…died. Who is going to punish me?”

“We all will die one day. When I am, you will have to find your own monster cure. I would not be around.”

So it was, Ernest found his way around.

His monster was taken care of.

Spanking was one of the ways. He had read of it from the volumes. Sexual release through spanking worked for him. He felt better inside. He could function better.

At that moment, the guest of the host was taking his leave.

“Общий. I must leave now. I have a request to ask.”

“Spielsdorf, say no more. Lauren will be fine with us.”

“Rudolf was what we agreed on.” The other laughed. “It will take some time for me to call you Alf in your face.”

“And myself too. We have been too long in the ranks, and it will take us time to know each other out of it.” The host smiled. “Go with your business.”

Spielsdorf took his leave, and then another person left the mansion from the rear exit. The elderly had overstayed her welcome, but the good doctor had forbidden Carmilla to leave just then. The elderly lady was given a mule to ride on, and her slow pace soon distanced the upfront officer who was using the carriage. Their route was the same.

Carmilla stood by the window, peeking through the drapes at the departing lady. She avoided sunlight and stood a distance back. She was expressionless, but her heart betrayed her. It hurt to be away from her mother, but she felt the calling was there at the mansion. It was all planned by her with the accident and the doctor. She was in the house and could seek out her calling.

“Lauren….” Carmilla whispered.