After adjusting the intensity for quite some time according to Carlie’s demands, Raham found the strength she wanted. She made him hit the cushion dozens of times with that intensity.

Finally, she instructed:

“Now hit my b*ttocks with that same intensity.”

Raham was certain this was a trap. She planned to create evidence of abuse, then use it as an excuse to hang his head on the castle walls. Otherwise, there would be no reason for such strange requests.

Whether his eyes grew fierce or not, Carlie just said what she wanted to say.

“Listen carefully. You can’t just hit randomly. Only the parts I want, only as much as I want. If you do well, I’ll give you something good.”

Now Raham didn’t even know what expression to make.

Carlie pulled over a cushion, lay down on her stomach, and lifted the hem of the robe she had worn out of the bath. Her flawless, fair b*ttocks were exposed.

“Now, hit me like you just did.”

“……”

Doubt and confusion filled Raham’s face. Meanwhile, those luscious b*ttocks were so eye-catching……

Carlie urged him.

“Come on.”

Carlie pressed him. Unable to set aside his suspicions, Raham questioned in an interrogative tone:

“Why are you asking me to do this?”

“Because I like this sort of thing.”

Raham’s face crumpled. He confirmed in a dubious voice:

“You mean…… getting hit on the b*ttocks?”

Where in the world would such a person exist? But Carlie affirmed this nonsensical statement without hesitation, even without a trace of embarrassment.

“Yes.”

Then she added with a smirk:

“More precisely, being treated roughly.”

Had he ever seen such a pervert? It was the moment when that lewd gaze she had shown him on the first day resurfaced. He had seen masters who got excited beating slaves and seeing blood, but never in his life had he encountered someone who asked a slave to spank them.

“Come on, quickly.”

He stood up. He didn’t want to get entangled in some strange scheme, and even if it were genuine, he had no desire to associate with a pervert.

Looking so normal on the outside……

As he stepped back, expressing his refusal, Carlie looked up at him. Her mysteriously shining blue-gray eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Raham. You like meat, don’t you.”

“……”

So she had caught him eating all the ham after all.

He cursed inwardly. He absolutely hated being manipulated like this. Just as he was thinking it might be better to take a few hits and be done with it, Carlie spoke again.

“If you do what I want well enough, I’ll buy you lamb skewers.”

“……”

He never thought of himself as a particularly complex person. He got angry when irritated and felt good when well-fed and comfortable. Wasn’t that natural? It was the same principle for everyone who didn’t live complicated lives like the high-born.

But the high-born person before him seemed to live a very complicated life and was presenting him with a strange choice.

Unfortunately, the bait was enticing.

“……Lamb skewers, you say. If I hit you well.”

“Yes.”

Raham agonized. He couldn’t understand why this woman was acting this way.

Sensing his complicated feelings, Carlie began to tempt him more actively.

“There’s nothing else to it. I’m just saying I like this kind of thing. You hurt me as much as I enjoy, and you get lamb skewers in return. That’s all. Did you smell the lamb skewers in the afternoon?”

He had. Every day when he opened the windows at noon, the wafting aroma constantly stimulated his hunger and tormented him.

What hunger, one might ask, when he was secretly devouring seven meals a day? He could have simply closed the windows, but at that time of day, Raham always opened them to smell that aroma.

Carlie spoke like a demon from legend:

“They’re delicious.”

“……”

“Come on, hurry. Hit me once.”

Raham thought he understood why he was a slave in this moment.

He must be a slave because he couldn’t avoid such obvious manipulation and was in this situation now. He couldn’t begin to fathom what was inside this high-born person’s head. That must be why she was high-born.

With these thoughts, Raham brought his palm down on his master’s b*ttocks.

Slap!

“Hnng!”

As Carlie’s pretty face contorted in pain, Raham inwardly cursed extensively. After all, why ask for something obviously painful? Didn’t she know it would hurt without trying it?

The red handprint rising on her fair skin was unbelievably vivid. If it had been his own skin, such a severe mark would never appear.

Watching Carlie shrink in pain, Raham prepared for her to cast a spell. After composing her face, Carlie said:

“Again.”

“I refuse.”

Raham rejected her with a serious expression. Carlie also became serious. Though both expressions were serious, hers somehow looked annoying.

“You hit me once and now refuse to continue? Do you think I’ll buy you lamb skewers then? Not a chance. If you don’t hit me as much as I want, I won’t buy any.”

Though Raham was aware he was being drawn in, heat slowly rose to his head. Her manner of speaking was identical to that of the annoying ten-year-old brat who had lived next door to his previous master’s house. What made him angrier was that she had never spoken to him this way before.

“What benefit could either of us possibly gain from me beating you to death, Master?”

“You get lamb skewers, I get pleasure. And not to death, just as much as I want.”

Crazy……

Raham closed his mouth and struck her b*ttocks.

Hnng! A pain-filled moan escaped through her closed lips. The red handprint engraved on her white skin was vivid again.

As he observed her reaction, Carlie opened her tightly closed eyes and looked up at him. She seemed to be asking why he wasn’t continuing, and also strangely excited. Her usually dull blue-gray eyes were now sparkling with vitality.

Raham hit her a few more times. Wanting to finish quickly, he increased the intensity, but she immediately corrected him.

“That’s too hard.”

“……Don’t you prefer it more painful?”

“Too much pain is difficult. I enjoy the atmosphere more than the pain itself.”

“……”

He couldn’t understand at all, but there was nothing to gain by trying to understand. Raham deliberately emptied his mind and spanked his master’s b*ttocks thinking only of lamb skewers.

Lamb skewers. Lamb skewers. Lamb skewers.

Pain spread across Carlie’s beautiful face. In addition to the short moans that burst forth, her breathing became rough, and cold sweat seeped from her forehead.

That face, flushed and trembling with ragged breaths. The delicate movements of her body squirming with each strike of his hand……

The sight of a ruling clan member moaning under his treatment subtly became Raham’s pleasure.

After always submitting to their oppression, taking that position, however thinly, must have felt good. Not that he forgot his place as a slave mobilized for his master’s play.

“Ah, hng…… it hurts……”

Raham hesitated.

“……Should I stop?”

He was beginning to think this might be enough. As he had thought earlier, the red marks staining her white skin looked particularly painful.

Of course, this level of spanking wouldn’t leave scars, perhaps just slight bruising, but he couldn’t know if the skin of the ruling clan was as tough as a slave’s. He felt somewhat concerned.

But her eyes, which had been brimming with tears, became clear when her eyelids lifted.

“I haven’t said to stop yet, have I?”

Lamb skewers. Lamb skewers.

He thought only of that as he diligently spanked his master’s b*ttocks. He buried the fact that he enjoyed the sound of her moaning.

No matter how much she liked this sort of thing, even Carlie might not be able to resist casting a spell if she realized the slave doing the hitting was enjoying it too much.

Only after dyeing her flawless white skin—a symbol of power—red did Carlie say:

“Stop.”

By that point, Raham was also panting.

The woman with wrists not even a handful thick had endured so well that he had to hit her three times more than expected. If he had followed his temperament and struck her hard a few times, it would have ended much sooner, but maintaining the specified intensity made it take much longer.

Raham realized for the first time that even the person doing the hitting feels pain in their palm. Even his tough, thick palm.

While he caught his breath, Carlie exhaled ragged, tear-mixed breaths. As the heat subsided, the concern Raham had temporarily put aside crept back up.

The handprints on his master’s body were unmistakable marks that any physician would identify as signs of assault if discovered. And a particularly heinous assault at that.

Haah, Carlie exhaled a deep, satisfied breath.

“I’ll buy you lamb skewers…… tomorrow.”

Then she staggered to her feet.