In the Doghouse - Chapter 136
It struck her as oddly humorous. She’d never imagined that an uncomfortable memory from her childhood could be turned into something like this.
When Frederick and Courtney were children, the Devon family, as part of the nobility, made sure to teach their children basic etiquette and literacy, even if it meant stretching their resources.
For a short period, a teacher would visit the Devon household for these lessons, yet not once did he treat Courtney kindly. His pay was meager—always late and insufficient—and he took his frustrations out on the children. If they made a mistake, he’d hit their calves with a cane, a punishment far too severe for a young girl.
Much later, she learned the reason behind his actions—their parents had instructed the teacher to get through the curriculum as quickly as possible, turning a blind eye to any physical punishment. Courtney chose to personally teach her nephew rather than risk him experiencing something similar.
But that was in the past, and she certainly didn’t need to feel guilty for hitting Richard now. He wasn’t a child, and besides, he spilled his desire all over the place whenever she did.
She tapped his rigid member with the silver rod, intending to scare him a little.
“Would a hit here make you reflect on your actions a bit more?”
Richard trembled, and Courtney’s momentary surge of confidence faded when she looked up to see the expression on his face—not of fear, but anticipation. He seemed almost… excited.
The man was truly something else, a whole new level of depravity. Courtney swallowed hard, feeling her own curiosity piqued. She was starting to wonder if she might actually want to try it just once.
Still, she worried she might end up doing something she couldn’t take back, that her own strength might get the better of her.
‘Better stop before things go too far,’ she told herself, giving his insolent member a light smack with her hand instead.
“Ah…”
Richard let out a breath, half relieved, half disappointed, reacting to the lighter-than-expected strike.
For a moment, she wondered if he was exaggerating—acting. But no, he seemed genuine, trembling slightly, his breath hitching. But still, he looked almost… unfulfilled. It struck her how deeply he craved more, how he seemed unsatisfied. The man seemed consumed by desire, no matter what she did.
He gazed at her with desperate, pleading eyes, his voice low, almost begging.
“Please, punish me more, Teacher. I’ve been a foolish student…”
Courtney paused, blinking out of the teacher’s role she had embodied. How had things come to this? She could sense something a bit off, something different about his demeanor today—harder to pinpoint, but it was there.
She stole a glance at him. Richard was visibly more worked up than usual, his breath heavy. Unsure, she spoke with a neutral tone to steer them back a bit.
“Close your eyes and reflect quietly.”
“Yes, Teacher,” he said, shutting his eyes tight.
Why, exactly, she wondered, would Richard want to be treated like a child? She had gone along with it, swept up in the moment, but still—the ‘pet’ role was different from this, more primal. Richard’s desire seemed almost endless, as though a deep, unfulfilled need lingered beneath his usual expressions of craving and obedience.
With that thought, she wrapped her hand around him, her touch light at first. He let his eyes slip open just slightly, peeking.
“Ri.”
“Y-Yes, Teacher.”
“Do you like it better when I’m kind like this, or when I’m strict with punishments?”
She placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his aroused length. Richard’s eyes widened with surprise. He had never asked her for this, nor had he expected it—it wasn’t precisely in line with his usual preferences.
But despite that, his heart pounded intensely, overwhelmed by a feeling of warmth. Without even realizing it, he responded.
“I… like both.”
“Hmm.”
As always, his answer took Courtney by surprise. She had assumed he only enjoyed being treated roughly, almost to the point of harshness.
With a soft, lingering kiss, she pressed her lips to him once more, and his face flushed bright red. This gentle touch was new to him, unfamiliar yet deeply satisfying, making his legs tremble. Courtney couldn’t help but find this side of him endearing.
She moved her hand again, and with how wet he already was, a soft, slick sound accompanied each stroke. Catching her gaze, he muttered nervously.
“Teacher, I feel like I’m… going to…”
“Go ahead. I’ll help you,” she said, her hand moving with more intensity, her palm pressing against him firmly with each motion.
His knees wobbled as the pressure mounted, and he tilted his head back, gasping.
“Ahh—!”
“Look at me, won’t you?” she whispered.
“Yes—ah, Teacher…! I’m about to…!”
“Don’t hold back. Just let go.”
That day, in the privacy of his study, Richard found himself spilling over in her hand, not just once but multiple times. By the end, he had even lost control over things he hadn’t intended to let go. His wish to become like a child again had, in a way, come true.
And Courtney, for her part, realized she needed to fully understand Richard’s desires. She resolved to uncover every hidden want, even those he hadn’t yet recognized within himself. After all, she was his master.
But if anyone had been the happiest that day, it was undoubtedly the Crown Prince’s aide, Anton. Late that night, when he quietly returned to the office, he found the Crown Prince gone. Instead, a perfectly organized stack of completed documents awaited him. Overwhelmed with gratitude, he offered a silent prayer to the one he considered even greater than any deity: the Crown Princess.
