Worlds Apart 22.2
I don't know when the next one will come up I'm hoping Friday Night if not then defientaly Saturday Night.
The sitting room was empty. That was not too odd. Neisk's bedroom was also empty. Inside the bathroom the tub was still full of water only it was barely lukewarm now. Neisk went back out to his bedroom and looked to his bed there was nothing laid out on it. He walked over and knocked on the door to Gorlyn's room. There was no answer. Curiously he looked into his closet but it too was empty. He walked back into his sitting room and picked up the bell to ring for a maid. He was just about to ring it when the door burst open. Silvya walked in pulling a red faced Gorlyn behind her by his ear. With a swing of her arm she let go and he flew in front of her until he lost moment and fell forward on to the ground.
“Sorry to disturb you my lord but I had to bring this to your attention right away.” Silvya exclaimed and Neisk had the feeling she only said sorry out of a force of habit.
“Bring what to my attention?” Neisk asked calmly he was starting to feel fuzzy from the brandy. It made his reactions slow enough that he caught himself before going straight to Gorlyn and checking on him.
“He stole clothes!” Silvya exclaimed giving Gorlyn a look of pure hatred. “It was my good luck to find him lurking in the halls!”
“He what?” Neisk wondered how she could have come to that conclusion and more importantly what was Gorlyn doing in the halls?
“Those clothes he's wearing right now he stole them!” Silvya shook her head in disgust.
“Is that what he told you?” Neisk asked.
“Not at first. When I first caught him and asked he gave me some pathetic lie about how you got them for him in town today!” She rolled her eyes as she spoke. “Well after a good dose of the strap the truth came out. He told me he grabbed them from the poor heap outside of a tailor shop while you were inside and stuffed them in to your satchel. Then when you told him to take it back to your room he took them out and hid them under his bed.”
Neisk's hands clenched into fists as the words 'good dose of the strap' left Silvya's lips. It was lucky for her that his brain was still fuzzy or else he would have thrown her out the window with barely a thought. He supposed it was lucky for him too since that would have meant exposure. Knowing how close he had come he tried to keep himself calm. Slowly he turned to look at Gorlyn. His friend had pulled himself to his knees and had his hands clasped in front of him with his head down. There was no way for Neisk to see his face or make eye contact. Instead he studied Gorlyn's posture, he rested his ass on his heels with no sign it caused him pain, his shoulders were so hunched over he could be mistaken for a hunch back. It took a few moments of staring but Neisk finally noticed him shaking. Once he was confident he could keep his voice neutral he opened his mouth.
“Is that true dev'sleuv? Did you say those things?” He asked calmly.
“Yes, master.” Gorlyn's voice held only one emotion, sorrow.
“You told her both stories in that order just like she said?” Neisk needed to be clear about this before he confronted Silvya.
“Yes, master.”
“Why did you lie to her about stealing the clothing?” Neisk asked.
“No sweetie you misunderstood he lied about you getting them for him.” Silvya no longer seemed angry but had the voice of a mother who needed to correct her silly child.
Neisk noticed Gorlyn had opened his mouth to answer but stopped once Silvya started talking. “Never mind Gorlyn we will discuss your lying later.” He turned to face Silvya. “No Silvya you misunderstood. He was telling you the truth the first time. Those clothes were given to him by me.”
“My lord I told you yesterday that dev'sleuv do not wear clothing.” Her voice did not change making the sudden switch back to using his title stand out.
“You told me it would insult the servants if he wore livery. He is not wearing livery.” Neisk corrected he tried to put hardness in his voice but failed.
“Oh dear I thought Johar had explained it to you. Dev'sleuv do not wear any clothing.” Silvya explained in that same sweet voice. He used to enjoy that voice but now it was getting on his nerves.
“Well my dev'sleuv does.” Neisk replied as firmly as he could.
“Oh no, I will not have a dev'sleuv running around clothed in my house.” Silvya shook her head. “No no no.”
“This is NOT your house!” Neisk's patience was gone and the anger was back. He had been looking for a fight with Finne but it seemed Silvya wanted to be the one to have it out. “This is MY house. You are my SERVANT and you will do as I say!”
“I uh...well... I never....” Silvya stammered.
“I believe the words you are looking for are yes.....my....lord.” He spoke each word slowly pausing for emphasis with as much force as he could.
“Yes, my lord.” She repeated back as if lost in a daze her eyes wide with confusion.
Still fuming Neisk walked over to Gorlyn and pointed at him. “This man here is MY property and you will tell the rest of the servants I will do with him as I please! And if anyone feels he needs to be punished they will NOT take it upon themselves to do so but come to me!”The bark that came with each word surprised even him. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “I am giving you permission to leave now. I highly suggest you do so without a word.” It took some effort but he lowered his voice to a normal indoor level.
Without a word Silva left the room. Neisk felt his knees start to give out and quickly turned a chair around and moved it behind him just as he fell back. His whole body was shaking and he felt dizzy and nauseous.
“I am sorry I lied, master.” Gorlyn's voice was so soft Neisk almost did not hear it.
“Come here, Gorlyn.” Neisk called in Gorlyn's general direction he could not trust his legs to get up and walk over. There was a rustle of movement and looking to his left Neisk could see Gorlyn crawl on hands and knees over to him. Gorlyn stopped and knelt before him with his forehead touching the floor, a hand on each side of his head with his palms up. Neisk was too tired to fight any more and let the Gorlyn stay like that. “Now why did you lie to her?”
“She was not going to let me leave until I told her what she wanted to hear master.” Gorlyn answered softly.
“It was not because she hit more then you could stand?” Neisk had thought that was the reason.
“No, master.” Gorlyn answered. Still Neisk knew he needed to check and it was the last thing he wanted to do. He tried again to get up but his legs were having none of it.
“Gorlyn strip from the waist down and lay across my lap on your stomach.” Neisk ordered quickly before he lost his nerve, his eyes closed tight as he spoke. Gorlyn did not hesitate in the slightest and before Neisk had mentally prepared himself found a naked ass on his lap.
“You could take more lashes?!” He asked shocked by the dark red almost purple color of Gorlyn's ass and thighs.
Yes, master. I am still able to take a good solid beating from you too before I pass out.” Gorlyn answered his voice still soft.
“And why am I beating you now?” Neisk asked trying to copy the voice Finne had used when asking stupid questions earlier.
“For....lying to Silvya-asha and for not having done any of the things you ordered me to do while you were talking with Finne-ashe.” Gorlyn answered, his voice starting to shake a little bit.
“Did you ask Silvya to strap you?” Neisk asked.
“No, master.” Gorlyn answered.
“Did you wait to tell her what she wanted to hear until you thought it had been enough time for me to be finished with my meeting?” Neisk asked.
“No, master.”
“Then how is it your fault that you did not get those things done?” Neisk wondered if what he was feeling now was anything like what Finne had felt like earlier.
“I don't know master.” Gorlyn answered nervously.
“If there is no one here to witness that I did not beat you for something that was not your fault will it effect my reputation in any way?” Neisk asked.
“No master.” Gorlyn whispered.
“Then why should I beat you?” Neisk asked.
“To keep me in my place, master.” Gorlyn answered.
“Are you going to willfully disobey me if I do not beat you right now?” Neisk asked.
“No master I would never willfully disobey you.” Gorlyn's answer was almost a plea.
“Then I have no reason to beat you.” Neisk replied the conversation had helped him take his mind off the task at hand but there was no avoiding it now. He mentally located the jar of soothing cream from the small drawer next to his bed and 'shifted' it into his hand. “I am curious about one thing however.”
“What is that master?” Gorlyn asked it appeared he was trying to keep his muscles lax in anticipation of being hit despite Neisk's words.
“What were you doing in the halls?” Neisk asked hoping to use more conversation to distract him a little. He took a big amount of cream on his fingers and ran them lightly over Gorlyn's skin so that it would fall off of him and onto Gorlyn.
“I was looking for a place to empty my chamber pot, master.” Gorlyn answered. He stiffened as the cream first touched him but gave no indication if it hurt him or not.
“What chamber pot?” Neisk asked startled.
“The one in my room, master.” There was a hint of fear in Gorlyn's voice. “You said I could relieve myself, master and it was on the list.....please master you... you said.” Gorlyn was almost crying.
“I did not know you had a chamber pot Gorlyn. I honestly thought you were going to use my bathroom.” Neisk now had a good thick layer of cream covering all the red skin and slowly counted to twenty allowing it to numb the first layer of nerves before he started to rub it in. “So that was the smell in my room? Your chamber pot?”
“Yes, master and I know you said to call for a maid but I didn't know how and well you said it was my responsibility to look after myself now and how you didn't want a dog and a dog would just leave his mess to stink up his master's room so I thought I could find a place to dumb it but I got lost and then Silvya found me.”
“So where is the chamber pot now?” Neisk asked as he tried to follow everything Gorlyn had said.
“In Silvya's quarters, master. Should I go and get it from there?” Gorlyn started to push up but Neisk held him down with a an arm over his back. Gorlyn did not push anymore and lay still.
“No Gorlyn she can deal with it. For the future however I expect you to either use my bathroom or the privy in the male servant quarters. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master.” Gorlyn answered and Neisk felt Gorlyn relax his muscles. The rub was doing it's job. However before Neisk could say anything else the door opened and in walked Tocus.
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