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Early morning announced itself with the chirps of some birds and the soft breeze that created a bit of movement through the long curtains in the bedroom of William Regal. It was actually the first night for many months that he had slept for a few hours. He couldn't tell the reasons because in his excitement last night he thought he wouldn't be able to even close one eye.
The whole day he had to stay calm because of his new housemaid. He had to collect himself at every moment he laid eyes on the young man from the moment he had put the clothes on. They just looked like a natural fit on him, so Mr Regal couldn't believe his luck with the young man just appearing on his door like that. He had been very precise and open in his application that he had published in many newspapers in the area. So, he couldn't imagine anyone to respond to it.
The whole day he had to remind himself not to be over-excited or even act like that. And now, with the start of the new day and a few hours of well deserved rest under his belt, he thought about testing the young man maybe a few days longer than any other applicant. He was just too perfect. There was obviously a snag to him. And Mr Regal had to uncover it. But as of right now he had to get up first to look after his new housemaid. It was time for breakfast already.
When he came down the stair in his dark blue bathrobe, Mr Regal couldn't hear a single sound from the kitchen. But when he stopped at the door, he could study his new maid already doing the dishes as quietly as possible. A soft smile sparked around his lips. The young man didn't seem to hear him coming so far, so Mr Regal continued watching for a moment.
The young man was standing with his back towards him, just finishing his dishes and cleaning the kitchen table. The older man couldn't really tell if he had indeed changed his clothes for the new day because he looked as fabulous as yesterday. And his wild locks weren't fitting to the picture at all. But for Mr Regal that was only the topping of the cake.
He finally cleared his throat to announce his presence and the young man immediately turned around, a cloth still in his hand.
"Good morning, my dear," Mr Regal said straight away, still a soft smile in his eyes. "I hope, you've had a pleasant first night."
"Yes. Thank you, sir," Dean replied. Then he placed the cloth back on the table without taking his eyes off Regal. He looked much different in a bathrobe than his black suit, the young man thought. But he didn't say anything else but waited for questions from his master that he could answer.
But first of all, Mr Regal went to him to check the table. As it appeared to him, Dean had been already finished the dishes. But the supposed breakfast was nowhere to be seen. Mr Regal turned his face towards his new maid.
"So, you should start preparing my breakfast, Dean. It's almost 6 o'clock and you should have set the table by now. Haven't you read the rules like I told you?" Mr Regal now said sternly and he already made clear that he would only use the young man's first name in such serious cases.
But the young man didn't appear insecure about his own behaviour when he answered the question: "Yes, sir, I have read the rules. I have only set the table outside on the veranda because I thought about the weather as too inviting to take breakfast indoors."
"Well, I assume I wasn't precise yesterday evening," Mr Regal said. "I appreciate that you are able to use your brain but that's not needed. So, I will take my breakfast on the veranda today. But from tomorrow I'd prefer the kitchen. The study for the second breakfast. The dining room for lunch like you should already know. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," the young man replied.
Mr Regal couldn't tell if Dean was really fine with his reproof. Maybe he just wanted for his master to have a really fine breakfast with the perfect surroundings. Maybe he really just wanted his best. But his expressions just seemed to be that extra touch mysterious that William Regal reminded himself to be careful about the young man. After all, he was still a complete stranger to him while Dean appeared as this one step in front of him. And Mr Regal couldn't tolerate this.
Like any other meal, he usually used to take his breakfast on his own. But right now he wanted to keep an eye on his new housemaid. So, he invited Dean to join him on the veranda.
And what William Regal saw when he looked at the small wooden table when he stepped foot into the warm and clear air outside of his castle, just silenced him for a moment. There was an omelette on a heat plate so it was quite certainly still warm. A teapot with a blend of tea that smelled fantastic. And a bowl of fruit salad with bananas and a few sorts of berries. But he also noticed the bread on the table which brought him back to reality.
"I'm not able to eat bread, Dean, except you would like to see my body swell up like a balloon," Mr Regal told the young man who was still standing in a respectful distance to his master. But now he felt the need to explain certain things.
"May I speak, Mr Regal?" he asked politely the same way he did since he arrived here.
"Yes, please," the older man encouraged the younger after he had sat down on the table.
"Thank you. I was told that you suffer from certain food allergies, so I have baked the bread – no gluten, no wheat," Dean explained.
Mr Regal looked at his housemaid. Someone told him, he thought, but didn't ask him who that might have been. He already had another subject in mind that he had to transmit to the young man. Either way, he was too impressed about him once again. So, there was no need in punishing him any further.
"Please, sit down," Mr Regal instructed him between eating a blueberry and pouring tea into a mug. And the young man did so. "We will hold a reception this evening. Three of my best friends will join us. You will serve a light supper. I had a plate with skewers in mind. Pieces of fish and vegetables; a few bottles of wine from the cellar. My friends will arrive at 7 o'clock and by this time, the food has to be prepared; the wine filled in the decanter. Do you have any questions?"
"No, sir," the young man said, his hands resting in his lap.
"Good," Regal said when he had finished eating the first piece of his omelette. "But I still have to tell you how you should behave towards my friends. Be polite, of course, remove empty plates into the kitchen, top up the second decanter when you'll notice that the first one is almost empty. Otherwise, make yourself as invisible as possible. You will be there to serve, not to entertain. Do you understand this as well?"
"Yes, sir," Dean answered this time. He wanted to know from Mr Regal if the breakfast wasn't to his satisfaction since his master didn't seem to enjoy it much. But he assumed that he would tell him if something was wrong with it.
William Regal finished his tea. He had just eaten a few slices of banana and three or four bites of omelette.
"I'm not really used to eat that much for breakfast, my dear. You may finish it if you like. But it really was delicious. I've got nothing to complain for," Mr Regal finally declared and smiled at his housemaid. Then he stood up again and made his way back inside his house.
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The first hour of the reception had passed. Mr Regal and his guests had been standing in the living room; now they were sitting on the two big sofas in the centre of the room. The impact of the wine was clearly visible by now. All three guests, Mr Livingston, Mr Barber and Mr Jones, haven't taken much notice from Mr Regal's new housemaid up to this point – perhaps they were used to frequent changes in that department – but just after one hour Mr Jones had addressed praise towards Dean, that he looked great in that dress and especially the stockings. And not just had Dean sent back a smile but also told Mr Jones that he would look fabulous in his own suit as well.
By this time and because of this little conversation, the ice was broken, so both Mr Livingston and Mr Barber told Dean compliments, too. And the young man couldn't resist. He smiled at both, thanked them and even told them that their choice of clothes would enlighten the room. Though Mr Regal didn't comment on his behaviour. He sipped on his tea, then started a conversation with Mr Livingston about a parcel of land he liked to buy. Mr Barber and Mr Jones were immediately interested in this new subject because it turned out during their conversation that the land was supposedly adjacent to both of their land.
The conversation up to this point had been quite enjoyable for all parties. But the enormous consumption of wine now only helped Mr Regal who had just enjoyed his tea all night. Apparently that had been his plan from the beginning, and Mr Livingston at some point agreed to sell the particular piece of land to Mr Regal. Mr Barber and Mr Jones hadn't too much to do with it but were probably needed as witnesses of the agreement. Though Mr Regal knew how to make them not too uncomfortable about the whole deal. He just emptied the decanter into their three glasses, so they could basically seal the deal.
Not long after it Mr Regal told his guests that he would be inconsolable but needed some hours of sleep before he would have to go up unusually early the next day. It was the usual friendly talk to get rid of someone. But Mr Livingston, Mr Barber and Mr Jones were too gentle and had very likely consumed too much wine to feel ushered out of the house. All three of them got put their coats on by the housemaid and then made their way to the cab that had already been waiting for them.
Silence fell into the foyer when Mr Regal closed the big door again. He took a deep breath, had to close his eyes to collect himself for a moment. He hated such evenings, such receptions. But at least he got what he wanted. Yet, not everything had gone to his satisfaction. There was something that almost burnt him from the inside and he needed to get rid of this disturbing feeling. He needed to let that out.
Mr Regal went to the kitchen where his housemaid was just around halfway through the dishes. He probably knew that Mr Regal had sat down on the table but he didn't say anything. So there was no need to interrupt his work. He somehow finished, cleaned his hands, then turned around to his master.
"Now explain yourself," Mr Regal finally commanded with a calmness in his voice that didn't mirror his internal feelings at the slightest.
"I don't understand, Mr Regal. What should I explain?" the young man asked, visibly bewildered.
But this answer only angered Mr Regal even more. He had told him that he had read the rules. And he had told him this morning. But he did it anyway.
"Come to me," Mr Regal commanded again, his voice now slightly shaking. Dean obeyed but a little hesitant to do so.
Mr Regal had been standing up already. He had loosened his belt and then pulled it out of his pants.
"Now turn your back to me and bend down." Now the older man's voice sounded disappointed. But he still refused to enlighten the young man with the reason behind the punishment he had yet to receive.
"If you still don't know why I have to do this to you, please read the rules again later tonight in your room," Regal said. Seconds later, the belt connected hard with the bare ass cheeks of his housemaid. The young man was clearly shaken but he gritted his teeth not to cry out his pain.
"That was for your behaviour towards Mr Livingston," Regal vaguely explained.
"This was for your behaviour towards Mr Barber," he said after the second stroke.
"And this was for your behaviour towards Mr Jones," he finally said after the third one.
"Now stand up straight again and go to your room," Mr Regal said without looking at Dean. He rather looked at his belt now that he put back onto his pants.
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Later that night – it was just about past 10 o'clock – Dean heard a knock to his door. He was already in bed with just his pajama pants on, so he called from the bed for his master to come in. Because no-one else lived in the big castle, it wasn't hard to guess who might have wanted to be called in.
"Do you know now why I had to punish you?" Mr Regal asked the young man after he had entered the room and was now standing beside his bed.
"Yes, I do," Dean told him but couldn't look him in the eye, "I have spoken with your guests and was unnecessarily kind to them. I sincerely apologize for my behaviour, Mr Regal."
"Acknowledged. Now I hope this was both the first and the last time because I really don't want to hurt you, Dean," Mr Regal now told the young man, almost pleading.
Finally Dean looked up to tell him to his face that he won't do it again. And Mr Regal was fine with this assurance.
"Now turn on your front side, please," Regal said. And it was only now that Dean noticed the small bowl that Mr Regal held in his hands. It didn't look dangerous at all, so he obeyed and turned around with his face to the soft pillow. The young man then felt the blanket was pulled from his body. He turned his head, so he could see Mr Regal sitting on the bed next to him. His master then pulled his pants down to uncover his ass that was still marked with three big red lines.
Mr Regal noticed that his young housemaid was watching him, so he said: "I don't like your cheeks this way, Dean, really. I don't. So don't force me to do it again. And now relax, please. This balm will make it slightly better. And it smells good."
Dean was satisfied with his master's words. He believed him that he won't do him any further harm. So, he rested his head in the pillow and closed his eyes the moment when Mr Regal started gently massaging his butt.
I already had this first chapter in stock. So, any further chapters will take the usual amount of time. But the more reviews I get the less time I will probably need to continue this story. Just as an advice...