Monday, 19 May 2014

The Chateau: Milking Time Now Available!

Book One of my new lactation fantasy and spanking romance containing elements of BDSM and breeding sex is now available on  for $0.99 and for £0.77.  Check out the blurb and small excerpt below!

The Chateau:  Milking Time  Book One

It's milking time at The Chateau.  A school for the sons of the rich to learn the art of mastering a woman to pleasurable obedience in a range of ways from spanking to milking and breeding.
After delivering a sound bare bottom spanking to his assistant over his knee for an accounting error, the new Dean is keen to show his students the delights of The Milking House.  Here the students learn how to milk a beautiful human cow and taste her sweet milk.  Then they may watch a selection of them be bred by the bulls.
His visit to The Milking House reminds Maxim of how lonely he has become after the death of his girlfriend.  He decides it is time he found a woman to love, dominate, discipline, milk and to breed.  He has the perfect woman in mind . . .

Please note this novel is a work of fiction and a lactation and spanking romance fantasy.  It contains elements of BDSM, spanking, lactation, breast expansion, milking, breeding sex, medical and anal play.


Maxim Devereux was the dark handsome new owner and Dean of The Chateau.  Situated in the heart of the Loire Valley in France it was a school especially for the sons of the rich to learn the arts of seduction, domination and discipline.  He had started his new position at the early age of thirty one as he meant to go on and was already disciplining the female staff for errors.  Maxim raised his hand high again and delivered his last strike to his assistant’s bare bottom hanging seductively over his knees.  The woman had made a critical error with the accounting, one which could have been avoided had she been more diligent in her calculations.  Her mistake had proved costly to the school.  To settle the matter he had demanded she submit herself for discipline over his knee or leave.

His steely blue gaze rested on the young woman’s plump rump now coloured a fiery red.  She was quietly sobbing with the sting and burn of her  spanking but otherwise to his satisfaction, she was quiet and submissive.  Maxim softened his touch, smoothing his palm over the surface of her skin in an attempt to ease some of the pain.

“You have done well, Mademoiselle Marsaud.  But if you are careless with the accounting again I will cane you,” he told her in a firm tone.

“Yes, Monsieur Devereux.  It will not happen again.”

Maxim pulled up the silk white panties he had lowered to her calves and covered her bottom.  He smiled to himself when he noticed he could still feel the heat emanating from her buttocks.  Sitting would be uncomfortable.  Maxim’s hand had always been a hard one.  He had been well taught on how to execute a sound bare bottom spanking on a grown woman at The chateau in his early twenties.  Mademoiselle Marsaud would not forget the pain of his discipline in a great hurry.

With his assistance she stood and corrected her attire and the neatly piled blonde hair on her head.  Maxim moved his large black leather chair back to his desk and offered her his handkerchief to dab her tear stained face.  Then he turned to view the list of new students coming for their month’s stay and their itinerary for the day.  That morning they were being shown around the Chateau and being given a timetable of classes and events they were obliged to attend to finish the course.  He decided to join them and see how things were going.  Their tour would be finding its way to the Milking House about now.

The walk to the Milking House was long through the extensive grounds of the Chateau but he made short of it with his long strides.  The young men were being shown the human cows grazing in the field.  The chateau produced some of the finest breast milk in France with its carefully selected human cows and secret formula for its edible grass manufactured by its own laboratories.

Maxim was quickly acknowledged by the lecturer who stood professionally attired in his black suit and graduation gown.  Quickly making his small speech of welcome he stood back and allowed Bertrand to continue his lecture.  In the large lush green expanse a group of twenty naked women were on all fours grazing contentedly on the nutritious grass, bending their heads to pull it out of the ground with their pearly white teeth and chew.  It was a beautiful nature scene.  Their pert white and tan bottoms were thrust in to the air as they bent to nourish themselves, the udders hanging from their large breasts brought to tautness from brushing the blades of grass.

Every woman grazing in the field, the discipline classes and BDSM sessions as a submissive were employed on a fixed term contract with benefits and a good salary to be collected at the end of their term.  Many stayed on, especially those who had become human cows and opted for the breeding programme.  Once under contract they were legally obliged to  allow their naked bodies to be handled, medically examined, milked, spanked and fucked.  They were submit to male authority and rule at all times.

The pretty blonde busty milkmaid in her low cut peasant top and skirt began to round up the women using the end of a riding crop to tap their buttocks until they gathered in to a large group.  Every male fantasy female figure had been catered for at The Chateau.  Warm sunshine of the morning beat down on the bare beauties who were only allowed to wear make-up applied by the milkmaids.  Their hair was cut to mid length and of various shades of red, blonde, black and brown.  What they did have in common was the extra large swell of their breasts which hung low beneath them and had been purposefully expanded from vitamins and secret organic medication in the edible grass.  Their H cup breasts were pulled tight with the milk they held inside making them heavy and painful as the cows crawled to the gate for milking time.  The dark plum udders hanging from them looked fit to burst and Maxim fancied they would let down their milk any moment.  He hoped the milkmaid would hurry.  He did not want to lose a drop of their creamy milk.

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