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The warm water was running down his body, mixed with the shower oil that almost smelled like the balm, his master had used on his butt the other night. Dean had to close his eyes first because the marks on his ass cheeks were still troubling him slightly. Mr Regal obviously knew how to use a belt. Nobody had ever done something like that to him. But he certainly had read the rules. He knew about these punishments and he wanted to feel it. His initial idea was to taste it this one time. Everything has to be done for the first time. And if you like it you want to taste it again.

Of course, Dean had had his showers in the past. Many of them. Not just because he had liked them. Also because they were needed. And as of right now he just couldn't tell the difference between showers and punishment. He had to smile at the thought. And then he turned around to let the water pour down his ass cheeks on purpose. When the initial pain is gone, the feeling is still similar but you got it under your skin. First, you concentrate almost too hart, so pain can't have you. At least, you think you are strong enough not to feel the pain. But it always gets you. The only difference between the two groups of people is: one group can't stand the pain. They will break upon experiencing it. And the other group will get the pain under their skin. They will grow upon experiencing it. But there is also another group. A third one. A quite small one. And these very few people will enjoy it.

Right now Dean couldn't really tell if he enjoyed the pain itself or the rather pleasant treatment he had received from Mr Regal after the pain. While the water was pouring down on him, he had not just closed his eyes. He had also thought back to yesterday night: Mr Regal's hands on his ass, his caress and endearment towards him. It was so different to the punishment he got from him that it probably felt more intense than it really was. Either way, it was this experience last night that convinced Dean that he has made the right decision to come here.

Finally he turned off the water. Showering for less than ten minutes was enough to get clean and awake. It was not enough to make his skin wrinkled and unsightly. For some reason the latter was more important for Dean right now. He stepped out of the shower, dried himself and looked around for some moisturiser he could use for his face. When he found some in the little cabinet on the right side of the washbasin, Dean noticed that it smelled exactly like the oil and the balm. It smelled like water lilies with a wooden touch and the hint of musk. Maybe if he'd stay here for longer this smell would always remind him of Mr Regal. Dean smiled at the thought. Then he left his little bathroom to dress himself for the day.

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This morning Dean only prepared a small breakfast for his master. He had noticed that there was some bread missing. So he assumed that Mr Regal had tried some later last night. But one slice of bread now was enough. Bananas were always good. So he went for a sliced one. He had already prepared the tea. And when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, he started preparing a fried egg. Maybe this sort of breakfast was more to the pleasure of Mr Regal. He should have asked yesterday but he would do so today shouldn't he yet be satisfied.

Like it was yesterday, Dean felt his presence a few moments before he had actually made his presence known. He had kept his distance yesterday. But today his master's footsteps didn't stop by the door. The first thing he noticed from him today wasn't his voice. It was his scent that smelled like water lilies with a wooden touch and a hint of musk.

"Good morning, my precious boy. You smell good today," he then heard him almost whisper into his ear. And immediately soft shivers run down the spine of the younger man. Thankfully there was an egg in the pan in front of him that he had to care for.

"Thank you, sir. Good morning, sir," he then replied after a moment of collecting himself. He didn't feel unpleasant but he didn't really know how to react to this intimate moment. Should he react? Did Mr Regal expect from him to react? As far as he could remember there wasn't anything written about that in his rules. But Dean decided to read them all over again the moment he had the chance to do so. Maybe he just had missed something between the lines.

As for right now Dean decided not to react. Instead he turned the egg inside the pan, left it there for just a few seconds and finally put it onto the bread. Mr Regal had already been sat down on the table, so Dean thought that maybe his non-reaction was the right one. When he turned around to put the plate on the table, his eyes connected with the gaze of Mr Regal. He might have looked at him for the whole time, he thought and the recent uncertainty made his way back into his mind.

"Come here, dear boy, sit down," Mr Regal finally told him and pointed to the chair on the other side of the table. And he sat down. He only noticed at this very moment that Mr Regal was already dressed in his black suit. He did also wear a black shirt today. His black gloves he had placed on the edge of the table.

"How is your butt?" Mr Regal asked his housemaid after he had finished the first bite of bread and egg.

"It's fine, thank you," the young man answered, slowly regaining his confidence.

"Good. But I will come to you again tonight just to make sure that there won't be any infection. As for today I have to go to Mr Livingston to set up a purchase agreement for his parcel. That shouldn't consume too much time but I'm not sure yet if I can make it for lunch here. Anyway, prepare the meal so it can be heated up if needed. If I'm not back home at 1 o'clock you are allowed to take your lunch without me. In the meantime please do the dishes and the laundry. That should keep your busy until I'm back again. But in case you've all finished, you are allowed to use my library in the study. But don't use my chair there. There is a stool right beside the window. You might use this one. Also, please treat my books carefully. That's all. Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir," Dean replied smiling because Mr Regal had just finished his breakfast. No leftovers. So, maybe this time he might have done everything alright.

"Good," Mr Regal said. He got up from his chair to wash his hands. Then he took his cloves and went to the big foyer. Dean followed him being aware of further instructions. But there weren't any. Mr Regal had put his shoes on, then the long black coat together with an equal dark scarf. And he finished with his gloves for which he always seemed to take extra care of.

The black dressed householder had already left the house when he turned around just a little bit. His housemaid had followed him to the door and now he was standing on the doorsteps knowing that he wasn't allowed to go any further. Mr Regal finally smiled at his new employee before he spoke.

"The breakfast was delicious, my dear boy."

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When Mr Regal came back to his castle it was already late afternoon. His housemaid had seen him coming in his mahogany coloured 1936 Rolls Royce Phantom. Instead of leaving the car in the garage and walking the path up to the house, he had parked it right in front of the main entrance. As far as Dean could notice from looking out of the kitchen window, his master looked tired and not in a very good mood.

Just when 2 o'clock had been passed, Dean had been gone to the kitchen again to eat bread with some cheese. Then he had cleaned the kitchen again and searched for dust to wipe away that was already gone. And after around 4 o'clock he really got concerned about something could have happened to Mr Regal.

So, when he had seen the old car coming up the path to the house, Dean was quite relieved. Immediately he started to prepare some tea and heated up the stew he had cooked a few hours ago.

Mr Regal then went straight to the kitchen but didn't say any word. Not even a short greeting left his lips while he sat down on the table, still fully dressed and visibly exhausted. Right away his housemaid knew what to do: keep silent and making his master as comfortable as possible. First, he took off his coat, then his shoes. And finally he placed a plate with some stew and a mug of tea on the table in front of him. Dean just assured himself that his master indeed started to eat. Then he left the kitchen, so he could take his meal on his own. And he only entered the kitchen again to do the dishes when he'd seen him going to his study.

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Dean had been in his room for almost half an hour by now. He had been reading the rules for a second and third time already right now. Rule 7: You need to see what has to be done; Rule 15: Don't ask questions whose answers are already been given. Some of these rules seemed more like philosophical aphorisms than rules. Some of them could be bent until they fit to the situation. Some of them weren't really useful. Mr Regal had told him he shouldn't think but act to the rules. But some of these rules just confused him. Some of these rules made him think. So, maybe it was time to act and see what happens.

When he heard the knock to his door, he was still dressed in his maid outfit. He took the little book with the rules back to his nightstand, went to the door and opened it. Mr Regal looked slightly better than he did these few hours earlier when he now entered the room.

"I just wanted to see you like I promised this morning. So, please, lay down on the bed for I can check on your butt," Mr Regal said and Dean thought that he almost sounded apologetic.

Dean laid down on the bed like he did last night. The only difference was that he had still his dress on. And he lifted it himself, so Mr Regal didn't need to ask for it again.

He closed his eyes when he felt the soft touch of one of his hands on his ass cheeks. But then he realized that Mr Regal still had his gloves on. Dean looked behind over his shoulder when the touch had left him. His master apparently was finished already because he hadn't even sat down on the bedside. And right now he looked like he wanted to leave again, not even one minute after he came in.

"Everything seems to be alright," he almost just told himself, turned and went to the door.

"Please wait, Mr Regal," Dean hastened to say. He went to him just to kneel down in front of him. With both hands he stroked the soft fabric of his master's trousers but quickly went for the zipper to open it. It was only then when he felt the left hand of Mr Regal touching his hair. But it wasn't a gesture of encouragement. It seemed like his master just realized what his housemaid had in mind. Dean felt Mr Regal's hand grabbing his hair.

"Stand up, Dean," he then heard him say with a rather shaky voice, "I don't know what exactly made you think you should do what you were supposed to do. I'm too tired right now to react to your inappropriate behaviour the right way. Now sleep. I'll see you tomorrow at 5 o'clock in the kitchen."


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