Thursday, 24 July 2014

The Teacher, Book 3 of The Chateau Series Released!

The Teacher, Book 3 of my naughty spanking and BDSM romance novelette series, The Chateau is now available on Amazon for $0.99.  Check out The Chateau where the sons of the rich learn how to be masters.  You can read an excerpt on the previous post!

The Teacher:  The Chateau - Book Three Blurb

Maxim Devereux is the handsome Dean of 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. But the new Dean wants to take on a teaching role alongside his present duties and finds himself delighted to demonstrate to his students how to deal with an errant bride on her wedding night. A sound bare bottom whipping.
Maxim is also keen to make sure the beautiful manager of The Chateau's counterpart in London, Carla Lewis learns the business by experiencing what it is like to be employed as a female submissive. At his request she agrees to submit to him as a master. She embarks on a course of training in which she is intimately examined by the students,spanked and publicly made to climax by the attentions of two men ready to fight for possession of her body.

Maxim also has another motive for making Carla submit to his will in The Chateau. In love with Carla he is fearful that her violent and abusive ex boyfriend means to kidnap and harm her. Maxim uses her time at The Chateau as a way of hiding her from view and keeping her safe. Not only that, he hopes to convince her to agree to be his wife.

His first wish is to have Carla prepared for the Milking House where her breasts will be enlarged and milked and if she consents, bred by him. However, his security chief advises him for the time being she would be safe elsewhere. Maxim has the perfect place.


Wednesday, 23 July 2014

The Teacher, Book Three of The Chateau Series

I have just uploaded The Teacher, Book Three of my erotica series The Chateau featuring spanking, BDSM, lactation fantasy and many other naughty delights to Amazon.  when the purchase link becomes available I will post it here and on FB.  In the meantime check out the blurb and a small excerpt below.

The Chateau:  The Teacher  Book Three  Blurb

Maxim Devereux is the handsome Dean of 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.  But the new Dean wants to take on a teaching role alongside his present duties and finds himself delighted to demonstrate to his students how to deal with an errant bride on her wedding night.  A sound bare bottom whipping.

Maxim is also keen to make sure the beautiful manager of The Chateau's counterpart in London, Carla Lewis learns the business by experiencing what it is like to be employed as a female submissive.  At his request she agrees to submit to him as a master.  She embarks on a course of training in which she is intimately examined by the students,spanked and publicly made to climax by the attentions of two men ready to fight for possession of her body.

Maxim also has another motive for making Carla submit to his will in The Chateau.  In love with Carla he is fearful that her violent and abusive ex boyfriend means to kidnap and harm her.  Maxim uses her time at The Chateau as a way of hiding her from view and keeping her safe.  Not only that, he hopes to convince her to agree to be his wife.

His first wish is to have Carla prepared for the Milking House where her breasts will be enlarged and milked and if she consents, bred by him.  However, his security chief advises him for the time being she would be safe elsewhere.  Maxim has the perfect place.


Twenty minutes later, Maxim was dressed in a tuxedo carrying a struggling bride in her slim fitting lace white dress over the threshold of a makeshift hotel room.  He sat down on the bed placing the wench over his knee to smack her through the dress.  Already piled in the centre of the bed was a stack of pillows.  When he had finished smacking the bride kicking and screaming in outrage over his knee, he stood and pulled her up with him.

“I will not have you cavorting with the other guests in a drunken manner.  When I tell you it is time for bed and you should rest, I expect you to obey me without question.  Do I make myself clear?” he told the bride holding her tight against his chest from the front.  He took hold of the back of her dress and motioned to a maid already waiting at the side of the room who handed him a letter opener without emotion.

 Maxim ran it from the top to the bottom of the gown, opening and ripping the material.  The bride’s gasps of horror turned to delighted moans of pleasured surprise.  But they were to dissipate only to be replaced by a fierce cry when Maxim pulled down her panties and slapped her bare bottom like a child.

The actress was playing it for real surprised at her sudden arousal created by the Dean’s own realistic acting.  A part of her was more than turned on at receiving a spanking from her handsome dominant and strict employer.  When he had finished with her bottom, he turned his attention to her thighs and turned them pink, making her forget she was simply in a theatre scene and feel her chastisement more keenly then she was used to.

Maxim stripped the woman of the chaste gown and tore the flimsy see through lace covering her breasts and hiding her vagina from his young male audience.  After displaying her in full to them he picked her up around the waist knowing final well the actress was no longer playing her part and was lost submissively in her capture and punishment.  He gave her buttocks a hard slap across the seat when he placed her over the pillows and then held her over them with a firm hand to her back. 

The pillows lifted her bare bottom high.  He beckoned over the short dressed maid from the corner of the room who now held a silver tray and a dish on which sat a freshly peeled piece of ginger sizzling in its own juices.  He spanked the bride’s bottom until it blushed a darker pink and her juices began to flow repeating how he expected her to obey him when he gave her a command as her husband.

When chastised and wet to his satisfaction he probed his fingers inside her pussy and used the thick cream to lubricant her anal entrance.  Then he took the ginger from the maid’s tray and splayed the bride’s buttocks wide before inserting the fiery vegetable in to her puckered channel.   The moment the ginger entered her anus the bride gasped and cried but writhed back upon the vegetable consuming it’s painful fire unable to escape it.


Saturday, 12 July 2014

Binding The Queen Free Chapter Read!

Like your alien knights hot and ready to spank while they hide out in Victorian society?  Then check out the blurb and chapter one of my new spanking romance, Binding The Queen now available on

Publisher's note:  This novel contains spanking, enemas, anal play, medical play and caning in a Victorian setting.

Binding The Queen Blurb

Lord Nathan Valancourt is young, handsome rich and dominant. He is also an alien hiding in Victorian society. He believes strongly in disciplining a woman over his knee with a sound firm bare bottom spanking or a caning when she puts her life at risk. When he discovers his fate is to bond and mate with the beautiful but stubborn Trian Queen, he has no hesitation in introducing her to domestic discipline to keep her safe.
There are many challengers to Nathan's position as the Juliet's lover, mate, adviser and the leader of her army. Other knights and a powerful witch seek to deprive him of his Queen forcing him to fight for the right to bind her to him for an eternity.

Chapter One

Paige Hall, Coulscott, Devon, 1893
I sat back in the tall red leather chair watching the glow of the open fire as I waited and took another drink of cognac.  The winter's night was cold.  Snow lay around the house and covered the towers.  The door opened quietly and the maid came to stand at my side. 
"The lady is ready to receive you, Lord Valancourt."
My maid Ana curtsied in front of me and smiled fondly.  She was a pretty young thing but too young for me to take any forward interest in despite her obvious determination for me to regard her differently.  It was my peculiar rule not to engage in relations with the female staff.  They were in my employment and under my protection.  They deserved my fatherly respect and care. Nothing less.
I slowly stood and put down my drink on the small trestle table not far away from my chair and nodded.
"Thank you, Ana.  You may retire now."
Disappointment shone through her violet eyes at the indifference in my voice.  She nodded and bid me goodnight.  I made sure I took my time walking into the wide white marble entrance hall before mounting the stairs to the bedroom.
My older housekeeper opened the door for me.  Candlelight flickered around the room in unison with a dimly lit gas lamp when I entered.  Lady Cassandra Fordel had been forcibly stripped naked by my maid and housekeeper on first entering the house two hours late for her appointment with me.  Then she had been bound and gagged just as I had requested.  Gentle sobbing and panting muffled moans filled the room.
Lady Fordel was now lain over a wedge of pillows, her shoulders placed on the bed and her arms splayed wide, shackled to either side of the large wide four poster bed by long leather straps.  Her bare bottom thrust up into the air, patiently waiting to be disciplined by my hand.  From her anus protruded the smooth end of a stem of ginger as I had instructed.  It's fiery water seeped into the flesh of her dark channel and dripped through the tender crease of her buttocks down on to the flared lips of her pussy, making her orifices burn with an exquisite cocktail of pain and pleasure.  The beautiful lady was beginning to learn that I did not tolerate lateness in a woman for a dinner engagement.
This was the second occasion she had kept me waiting for her own amusement and I was growing tired of her games even though they had intrigued me on our first meeting.  Unlike most men I did not love silly feminine plays of power and affection.  But then I wasn't all human.  I was a Trian hybrid conceived in the union of a human female and a Trian male.  I had been forced to keep my true identity a secret from society.  If I ever settled down with a woman I hoped she would be a Trian hybrid with whom I had connected on a deep psychic level as well as physically.
My people had been forced to take refuge on Earth centuries ago in a primitive society years behind our own technical capabilities and our intelligence.  This was because of the invasion of our world, Trianon, light years away from here.  Many of our females had been stolen by our invaders, the Saipiean Alliance, for mating and more had died when the Saipieans brought the plague that had killed their own women at the time.
Lonely and bereft at their loss, the Trian males developed a fondness for human women and joined with them to create a new breed of our race.  Although I toyed with and pleasured many Earth women, I yearned to find one whom I could love, protect, tame and master.  I was yet to be presented with such an honour.  Until that day I was content to dally with women in my search and pleasure both them and myself as I saw fit.
Cassandra's buttocks were plump, juicy and ripe as a peach.  I reached out to stroke my fingers along the curved edge of one buttock then paused to push the ginger a little further into her anus.  She squealed against her gag.
"I deplore tardiness in a woman," I said softly, darkly, building her fear just a touch more.
"You have dared to keep me waiting for you on more than one occasion.  The first time I could forgive for womanly fancy but two hours on a winter's evening is unacceptable, my dear Cassandra."
I continued to caress her bottom.  It flushed warm to my touch.  I smiled at her gentle arousal even though her fear shone through her tears.  The woman was aching to be tamed despite the rebellious nature she often showed to a man.  Her feelings on the matter were strong but buried deep.  I brushed her mind with my own and connected with her thoughts as I had done earlier that evening knowing she meant to keep me waiting so she could rule me as she had done other men.  She had discarded them on a whim and crushing their love for her.  Her naivety of my own character had made me laugh and I decided then and there the child needed to be taught a valuable lesson.  I would never be mastered by a woman.  It was I who mastered.
"I worried you had been injured in your carriage.  Now let's see to your punishment, Cassandra, then there will be no more talk of the matter.  I must be satisfied.  If you wish to remain with me, I will expect your obedience and dutiful respect at all times.  I fear obedience is a foreign concept to you but it may be cultivated in a woman through discipline by the firm guiding hand of a man across her bottom."
Cassandra moaned and cried, bucking against the pillows, helplessly trying to free herself from her bonds, but she was held fast.  I raised my hand and gave her buttocks two hard slaps.  She screamed against her gag, so I gave her another one.
"Enough, Cassandra.  Accept your punishment with dignity."
I moved away from the bed and removed my tailed dinner jacket, then rolled up my sleeves.  I watched her buck against the pillows, the sting of my slaps on her bare bottom and the fire of the ginger starting to take hold.
The housekeeper gestured to the dressing table upon which she had placed several spanking implements - a leather paddle, a cane, a birch, a small bullwhip, a hairbrush and a wooden spoon.
 Which to choose for Cassandra's first spanking?
Normally I broke the defiant stubborn will of a woman over my knee with my hand but Cassandra had provoked me into using a stronger method; such was her destructive childish behaviour.  The very thought helped me to choose the perfect implement to remind her of being a child who needed schooling.  I would introduce Lady Fordel to the cane.
The cane was thin and light, made of rattan.  As it was the first time Lady Fordel would be caned at my hand, I decided to be kind and warm her bottom.  This would help the lady process the pain I was about to inflict.  My inclination was to dominate a woman, but not unkindly.  I yearned to protect and love one through my actions.
Cassandra's body and bottom were positioned near the end of the bed for easy discipline.  I placed my hand upon her back, noticing the ginger was beginning to take good effect and making her squirm.  I stilled her movement and raised my palm.  It struck her bottom hard and fast and I found my stride quickly.  She bucked against the pillows and yelped against her muslin gag.  I continued the warming, catching both buttocks at once and then the backs of her thighs until they began to blush pink.  Now, my lady was ready to receive the cane.
My housekeeper handed it to be at my request.  The mention of the object reached Cassandra's ears and set her to squirming and sobbing against her gag.  Once more I placed my hand on her bare back.  This time at the base of her spine and pressed gently.  I had always found holding a woman firmly on this part of her body gave her reassurance and comfort that she should be safe and cared for by my person.  Its masterful calming effect was intoxicating to watch.  Her movement halted a little inducing me to press harder.  As I did so, she yielded and became still.  I maintained the hold a little while longer.  Once convinced she had surrendered to her fate, I prepared my caning stance.
The first of the blows were to sting Lady Fordel's flesh.  In this fashion she was to truly feel the punishment of her crime.  I was well practised in the art of caning and careful to only ever strike with the cane's tip.  I should not want my lady to be injured­ then the purpose of the caning would be defeated and her appreciation of the discipline ruined.
I stood tall at the side and lifted the cane, resting my index finger along the strip to assist an accurate aim.  I struck both mounds first with the flick of my wrist, making sure the tip of the can landed on the buttock furthest away from me.  The sting was sharp and acutely felt.  Cassandra raised her plump buttocks in a strong bucking motion and screamed against the gag.  After several more stinging blows I believed her punishment had been keenly felt and it was now appropriate to build her arousal.  By doing both Lady Fordel would learn I was not a man to be trifled with.
Rather than a stinging blow I wished to brand Lady Fordel with a thudding effect.  To do this, I struck and held the cane in place on her flesh.  More loud sobbing and bucking ensued.  After several strikes, I paused to slip my fingers between her thighs.  I smiled triumphantly when I found the wench slick with need.  Drops from the fiery ginger had also melted between her thighs.  I rubbed the soaked pink lips of her pussy with it and coated the tip of the small bud nestled there.  Again she bucked and moaned.  But I wanted her wetness to be more abundant.
Once more I lifted the cane and began to punish her bare bottom with strength.  I struck a different place each time to sustain a constant level of pain by working my way down her bottom with parallel strokes.  The cane swiped at her buttocks, the backs of her thighs and the tantalising narrow crease where the upper thighs join the bottom. The shock from the wave of pain would travel through to her pussy and translate into confusing wet pleasure.  Then my lady would be ripe for taking.
The last strike was heavy to remind her of my stance on tardiness once more and then her punishment was brought to an end.  I rested the back of my hand against her burning crimson thrashed buttocks and gently rubbed to soothe her agitation.  The housekeeper took the cane to dispose of it and left us alone.
Lady Fordel was heavily wet between her thighs, which were slick through to the outer side.  Caning appeared to suit her well.  I stroked the soft flesh lovingly before inserting a finger inside her pussy lips once more to begin coaxing her clitoris to ripeness.  Moans and pants escaped over the confines of the gag.  She tested the strength of her bonds, helplessly trying to move her tied wrists through the leather but they were tightly fastened.  Her silky long dark hair stretched over the bed and her face when she attempted to raise her tear stained face from the bedclothes. 
I pressed her face back down and instructed the wench to remain in position, holding her head down for a moment.  She did as bidden and I resumed caressing her sex.  I demanded her total subservience and obedience, threatening her with another six of the best with the cane if she raised her face again.   In return I was rewarded with the complete surrender of her will to my command.
Lady Fordel's hips moved backwards as I stroked, urging me to penetrate her vaginal entrance.  Willingly I obliged.  She was wet enough to push two fingers inside her at once.  I thrust them high and hard, making her move feverishly on top of them.  They found the rough wall of her vagina and I began to caress it, building her desire.
"You have taken your punishment well, Cassandra.  I am pleased and you shall be rewarded with pleasure," I said softly, caressing her stinging bottom, pausing to push the ginger into her anus just a little further.  The simple action made her yelp and ride hard against my fingers.  "I think you a ready for a mounting.  Nothing else will satisfy that ache I have stoked inside you," I told her darkly feeling my own ardour rise harder in anticipation of what was to come.
Moving away from my beautiful captive lady, I began to undress.  After briskly completing the task, I took a jar of smooth cool gel from the dressing table and climbed on top of the bed behind Cassandra.  Her bottom was at the perfect height over the pillows for my penetration.  Lady Fordel was writhing against the pillows attempting to rub her clit against them to gain satisfaction for her arousal whilst moaning with the fire of her blazing bottom and the wet ginger in her dark entrance.
"The ginger is a potent tool used in intercourse.  It's burning pain fires desire to the brink of eruption, Cassandra."
She was writhing harder now, unable to seek relief for her pleasure and from the burning sting.  I stroked her thighs, watching with interest at her reaction.  She seemed to feel it more potently than the last two women I had used the ginger upon and her wetness was stronger.  If the lady pleased me with her performance during her mounting then I would tease her with it again.
I opened her legs wider and slowly removed the ginger, laying it to one side.  The gel was thick and I applied it liberally to her puckered anal orifice.  My finger sliding in an out of her hole produced a rush of small gasps.  With a grin I began to ply my hard long member with the gel, stroking and smoothing it to the very tip and down again.  My touch was to increase my desire.  Continuing to caress my length, I felt it further harden and threaten to burst.
I breathed hard and turned to position it at the dark puckered hole.  I pushed the tip of my cock in slowly, carefully, and then hard to the hilt.  Cassandra was no stranger to being taken in such a manner and her channel was welcoming.
Picking up the ginger again, I moved it underneath Cassandra and caressed it over her clit.  The simple action drove her wild.  She reared and strained against her bonds.  A rush of creamy wetness coated my fingers signalling her readiness.  I repeated the caress and then as she reared once more I took full advantage and thrust harder inside her body, picking up a fast, unforgiving rhythm.
I held on to her voluptuous body using her hips as reins while I rode her down to orgasm.  She moved back against me, restlessly urging me on.  Passion rose fast.  I closed my eyes, feeling the familiar heat of need begin to surge inside me.  When I opened them again I was surprised to see a young woman watching me from the corner of the room.  She appeared as startled as I.  Then her image disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid my womanising eyes on.  I felt a strong connection to the woman the likes I had never had before.  The need to possess her was sudden and strong.  She had appeared to me psychically in a vision.  It meant she was Trian or a hybrid and this may be the connection I had been looking for all my life.  But when I looked down at Cassandra I no longer saw her body but the woman's. 
Her long red gold hair lay out on the bed in ringlets.  Beautiful emerald green eyes looked up at me imploringly as she lifted her face from the bed.  She wore the gag and her body was tied as Cassandra's had been and in my power.  It was her bottom that was caned and blushing pink at me and into which I was now thrusting hard.  The strange image spurred me on.  I wanted to possess the beauty, brand her forcibly as my own.  She was mine.  That was all my mind knew at that moment.
Her body started to buck and move back against me.  I drove fast and heard her cry out her orgasm as it exploded along with my own.  I came hotly inside her wanting all her body could give me.  Falling over her body I rushed to kiss her back wanting to harden as quickly as I could to take the stranger again but when I opened my eyes and looked down at her, she was once again Cassandra.

Friday, 11 July 2014

Binding The Queen Released!

My new sexy Victorian spanking romance, Binding The Queen is now available on and  This book is part of The Warrior Masters Series and is a prequel to Tameable.  If you like your aliens hot, hiding out in Victorian society with a penchant for spanking and caning naughty Victorian ladies who put their life in danger, then this one is for you!  Check out the blurb below.

Warrior Masters:  Binding The Queen  Blurb

Devon, 1893.
Lord Nathan Valancourt is young, handsome rich and dominant. He is also an alien hiding in Victorian society. He believes strongly in disciplining a woman over his knee with a sound firm bare bottom spanking or a caning when she puts her life at risk. When he discovers his fate is to bond and mate with the beautiful but stubborn Trian Queen, he has no hesitation in introducing her to domestic discipline to keep her safe.

There are many challengers to Nathan’s position as the Juliet’s lover, mate, adviser and the leader of her army. Other knights and a powerful witch seek to deprive him of his Queen forcing him to fight for the right to bind her to him for an eternity.

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Harnessed By The Prince & The Chateau: Lessons Book Two Released!

Check out the sexy Steampunk Prince who likes to spank and harness his Empress when she is disobedient and puts hr life in peril.  Now available on  Check out the blurb and chapter below together with details of Book Two of my short spanking romance novelette series, The Chateau called Lessons.

Harnessed By The Prince Blurb

Emmeline is a young English author of steampunk fantasies set in a parallel universe. After a series of disturbing vivid dreams about the world she writes about which feel more like memories than a story, she is attacked by two men. To her surprise, the real physical embodiment of the hero in her novel, Prince Amias comes to her rescue.
The handsome dominant Prince informs her that the universe in her book is written from her memories and not her imagination. Emmeline is the lost Empress of the Omega Quadrant who was to be married to the Prince the day she disappeared. Brought to Earth through a portal to be sheltered as the Quadrant was ravished by a plague that killed most of its women, she suffered a car accident and lost her memory.

But she is wilful and resistant to the Prince’s determination to return her to rule and help a universe where women are hunted and captured in raids by men in the six planets of the Quadrant for love, companionship and breeding and where war has broken out. To convince her of her duty and his loving role as her master, the Prince administers a series of firm bare bottom spankings and whippings. Emmeline becomes more concerned about the desire and pleasurable aching need she develops when the Prince enforces his strict punishing discipline. She rediscovers her love for the man who has searched for her for all of these years and never given up hope of their reunion.

The Prince informs Emmeline that although she may rule the Quadrant it his loving and dutiful role to both master and rule her and provide balance. The Quadrant must see he is the authority she kneels before or he will be deemed not fit to be her mate. Will the ultimate humiliation of being harnessed with reins and publicly made to kneel before her Prince be a step too far or convince Emmeline to accept her role and destiny with the Prince by her side in a world she had left behind?

Chapter One

Torcello, The Omega Quadrant, parallel universe

Prince Amias Rassmussen, commander of the mighty Gydamist Intergalactic Starship of the planet Demeter, stood tall, dark and handsome in his uniform upon the high rock overlooking a woodland spring.  At the age of thirty, he cast a dominant, dashing and athletic figure in his navy frock coat adorned with brass buttons and lapels.  His long beige breeches in his riding boots betrayed his regal status and title as master of the ship.  He cast his indigo eyes out at the naked beauties frolicking in the water unhampered and smiled to himself.  It was a beautiful sight to behold.  The catch of women would be good today.

He removed the small bullwhip he carried from his inside pocket and unraveled it as he watched two women cavorting together, unaware of his presence.  One of the women was lapping seductively at a girl’s pussy with her caressing tongue as she lay on the rocks.  It made his cock stretch and tighten.  He found himself wanting to take them both hard and fast.  They were beautifully curved just like the love of his life.  Not too thin, not too big.  His hands ached to hold their breasts, testing their size and weight, and smooth his purposeful fingertips across them until the girls were aroused by his own male prowess.  He needed them both in his bed to take and dominate, such was his ardor. 

 He had bed many women, sometimes two or three at a time.  He would make these two women pleasure each other and watch with interest.  Perhaps he should vary his routine that night, he thought with amusement.  The feeling was short-lived.  It always was.  Emmeline’s image would enter his mind and wipe everything else from it.  He made love to other women imagining it was her body he caressed and claimed.  The pain of her loss stabbed his heart once more.  He would never give up hope of finding her.  She was not dead, he told himself, as so many of his friends and everyone else in the Omega Quadrant believed.  Someday he would find the lost Empress and claim her as the bride promised to him.  Until then, he would perform his duty and capture women for the continuation of Demeter.

In a regal and imperial tone, he told them all firmly, “In the name of the King and the High Council, every woman here is claimed as the property of Demeter.  You will be taken back to Demeter for marriage and breeding.  Do not be afraid. You have my assurance you will be treated well.”

There were gasps and shocked chattering.  Many of the women were coyly trying to cover themselves and hide, their delicate hands cupping their breasts or their sex giving them a fragile, vulnerable appearance.  On his first few raids, the prince had been sympathetic. But now, with only a handful of women left alive after the great plague had wiped most of the females out six years ago in the Omega Quadrant, it was imperative he put his feelings aside to ensure the continuation of his race.

It was the same for all of the other planets, and now they warred for women and stole them.  But it was not all for simple breeding.  The men were lonely, bereft without female companionship and love.  Many grieved heavily from their losses and were desperate to connect with a female mate.  This drove them to capture a woman wherever they could.  Kidnapping women was not the best way to attract them, but desperate times called for desperate measures.  At least every woman on his own planet would be treated well.  If they were not, there would be harsh consequences for the men.  Women were viewed as priceless treasures, and many would lead a life of pleasure, fiercely protected by their mate.

To obtain the women’s attention once more, the prince cracked his whip again.  Silence ensued.

“Any woman caught trying to escape will be punished by the soldier she disobeys with a whipping of her bare bottom over his knee.  Is that understood?”

He nodded to his men standing in the forest.  They had surrounded the spring and were waiting for his command, ready to pounce.

He gave the signal quickly with a nod of his head when two of the nymphs began to shriek and run through the forest.

“Take them,” he ordered two of his men, spying a young female moving out from a rock to his right.

“Stay where you are.”

But the woman ignored him and ran, her pert breasts bouncing on her chest with the effort.  With expert skill, the prince cracked his whip and caught the girl’s naked buttock hard with its tip.   The girl shrieked and rubbed her burning bottom but continued to run, paying her captor no heed.  Once more, he aimed a direct hit, lashing the whip across both buttocks, branding her bare bottom hotly with his mark of punishment. Neatly, he aimed the whip between her thighs to catch the lips of her pussy and the small bud nestled between them.  

The girl was so shocked, she stumbled.  The prince was upon her quickly.  He lifted her struggling form over his shoulder, smoothed his hand over her buttocks and then slapped his gloved hand across them thrice to calm the wench.  The girl squealed and cursed him, making the prince determined to silence her foul tongue and curb her wilful behavior.  She would be made to accept his rule as a male and a prince.

He found a rock to sit on and lowered her face down over his knee.  The prince stroked the red marks his whip had left across her bottom whilst his free hand pushed down firmly on her back to steady her for a sound spanking.  He continued his caress, hushing the girl’s begging for him not to spank her and prolonging her anticipation of receiving a firm strike to her bottom, this time without his gloves.  He watched his men round up the other women, who had been bathing naked in the pretty lush woodland spring surrounded by flowers and ferns.  

Two of his men cast a specially designed net in to the crystal blue waters as two young women dived to the bottom of the spring.  The men wore crisp starship uniforms, short, navy brass-studded military jackets sitting precisely on top of the waistband of beige breeches tucked into long riding boots.  They began to haul the net in to the shore, clearly feeling their prey was caught.

As it emerged and broke the surface, the soft surprised cries of women could be heard.  Within the wide net there were four beauties trapped.  Their pale white breasts bobbed lightly on the water, their pert plum-colored nipples flexing and rubbing against each other and the black curls of their vaginas and small buds nestled there caressing one another’s as they were pulled onto the bank.

Another of his men had caught one of the Torcello women while she was sunning her taut, honey-colored naked body.  She tussled with him, but his strength was no match for her efforts, and he caught her hands easily, pulling her up and giving her luscious plump breasts a sharp but careful slap, catching the nipples once and then again.  The girl shrieked and then quietened, her pink lips pouting.  Despite her initial reactions, her nipples visibly tightened, and the pale skin of her breasts flushed from the strikes and unexpected arousal.

The female’s breasts appeared to grow larger.  The girl looked at the prince’s man coyly, submissively, with sudden desire flaring in her violet eyes.  The prince was unsurprised by her reaction.  He slid his leather glove over his own woman’s pretty peach bottom marked by the whip, enjoying the sight of her flesh and the power he held over her in her submissive position.  He had no doubts the girl secretly enjoyed her shame and humiliation even though she had struggled.  He could feel a gentle dampness emanating from her thighs and rubbing on his breeches.  

Torcello women, and indeed all of the women in the Omega Quadrant, liked to be ruled and cared for by a protective, firm male hand.  It was in their nature as it was in the men’s to be dominant over their beautiful female charges.  The prince turned his attention back to his crewman, approving of the robust way he dealt with the girl who would find his actions reassuring.  Perhaps the girl would make a good breeding partner for Major Thomas.  There was clearly an unexpected attraction between the two.  The soldier was taking more time than necessary to subdue the wench by placing the female harness around her breasts and pussy for transportation back to Demeter.

The prince watched him lay the girl back and place her restrained hands, tied together above her head, on the flat, smooth surface of the warm, grey rock just below where Amias sat. She writhed, lifting her hips on the major’s command.  From his pocket, Major Thomas took out a small clit clamp with a gold bell attached to its end.  If the girl managed to escape, the ringing of the small bell in her pussy would alert them to her whereabouts and ensure recapture.  They could not afford to lose one woman.  

The soldier lifted the young woman’s legs up to her stomach and then parted them wide, exposing her moist, pink pussy lips and the soft, delicate bud protruding from them.  She was beautifully ripe for taking.  Her juice glistened on her black curls in the sunlight, making the prince harden again.  Major Thomas bent to apply the clit clamp, and the girl moved, bucking upwards with her hips when he stroked his fingers through her lips, slipping them in and out of her channel.  She writhed, bucking against her captor’s fingers, enthralled by his expert touch.  The prince knew his man would be curling the finger inside her, his thumb flexing the clit back and forth just as they had all been taught when devising a plan of action to capture the females and calm them with pleasure.  The prince heard the girl’s breath quicken loudly, enthralled just as much as he by her open, fragile position.  The major put down the clamp and smoothed his large palm over her thigh and behind over on to her buttock, squeezing it harshly until she gasped.  The look on his handsome fair face was possessive.  He was clearly experiencing a connection with the woman despite having only just encountered her.  That was often the way for their people.  The prince had no doubt that the major would request permission to take the girl for his own and breed with her the moment they returned to the ship.

“Come now, little one.  I will be obeyed,” Major Thomas ordered, surprising the girl by spanking her buttock hard and continuing to do so until her tearful cries began to mingle with her pants of need and desire.  He brought her over the edge quickly and into a strong orgasm with expert mastery, stroking strongly along her G-spot until the girl could not help herself.  He did not stop spanking her until her pleasure was spent.  She was so slick with juice and out of breath with her breasts rising and falling heavily on her chest, she did not see him quickly apply the clitoris clamp until she felt it twinge with sudden, unexpected pain. 

The nipple clamps were to follow suit.  The major extended her nipples with two sharp tugs and put in place the bell-tipped clamps.  The leather harness was placed around her body, leaving her breasts bare and hanging freely.  It travelled down her stomach and back, thinly running through her pussy lips, a small hole left for the clit clamp and bell to protrude.  There were little hooks that fixed onto the clamp, making it extremely difficult for the girl to remove it should her hands be free. 

Major Thomas turned the girl over on to all fours and leaned over her to put a leather gag in her mouth, silencing any further protests.  He gave her bottom a sharp slap on each cheek around the harness and then picked up the chain hanging at the back of the breast area.  He stood up and towered over her pulling at the chain now hooked into each nipple clamp.  Her hips sashayed back and forth, ringing the bell on her clit and breasts.  She panted, cried and moaned, clearly unable to ascertain whether she should feel pleasure or pain.  As if to heighten her confusion, Major Thomas forced her to crawl a little way before allowing her to stand and be lead masterfully by the chain to join the other harnessed women made to stand in a group.

Nodding with approval to the man for his deft handling of the girl, the prince prepared to apply his own method of punishment to the girl’s bottom that was lifted high and prominent over his knee.

“You should not resist capture, woman.  You know the rules of the United Omega Quadrant: if captured you must obey and offer yourself for breeding.  It is your duty.  Males from Demeter are dominant but will treat you well.  Disobedience will invite discipline.  We are strong, virile warriors and fierce protectors of our women.  You are lucky you have not been claimed by a brute from Torcello.  Think yourself one of the lucky ones,” he advised her in earnest, genuinely sincere in his words.

He removed only one glove, the one that adorned his spanking hand, and raised it only to bring it straight down to strike the girl’s bare bottom.  In time with her loud yelp, her flesh jumped and quivered against his hand.  He brought the slaps down firm and fast until she was in no doubt of his authority.  His strikes to the backs of her tender thighs were to make her sob the most and beg for him to stop. But her cries only spurred him on.

“You will obey and accept your punishment, little one.”

“Yes, sir, yes, your highness.  I will be good . . .”

Eventually the girl hung limp and quiet, accepting each slap with new dignity.  It was time to bring her punishment to an end.  The prince believed his point had adequately struck home.

 He replaced his glove and smoothed his leather fingertips over her crimson-colored flesh, feeling heat emanate strongly from it.  Curiosity overtook him.  Many Omega Quadrant females were aroused when spanked by a firm, chastising male.  They had often remarked it made them feel safe, that they were cared for and protectively directed in their behavior.  Prince Amias stroked his soft leather fingers gently between the girl’s inner thighs.  He smiled when he felt thick creamy juice coat his gloves.  He rubbed gently, just skimming the beginnings of her pussy, and felt her buck down against his knees.

He smiled.  She was a beautiful specimen with dark chestnut curls hanging down to the ground.  The girl’s skin was soft and peach-colored, just like Emmeline’s was the first night he disciplined and made love to her.  She’d smelt of fresh gardenia.  He inhaled the air as though he could feel and smell her close for a moment and then eased his fingers into the girl’s sex, slowly and gently reveling in the wet, silky female flesh.  The girl moaned, lifting a little to make it easy for him to stroke the small bud pouting between her lips.  It was a plump, juicy clit.  He nipped it sharply and then squeezed as if to release its nectar.  A rush of creamy moisture accompanied the girl’s cry of surprise, flooding her sex.  It was so heavy, his fingers were drowning in her wetness.  She was ripe for taking and impregnation.

By her writhing and moaning on his knee, he knew she was aching for deep penetration.  He could easily breed with her now, make her conceive with his rich fertile seed, but he would not allow it.  The King of Demeter demanded he breed, but he had flatly refused to impregnate every woman who was brought to him as suitable for breeding with a prince.  Secretly he had travelled to a doctor to undertake a medical procedure to prevent his potent seed from allowing a woman to conceive when he took her.  The procedure was reversible, and as soon as he retrieved his beautiful lost Empress, he would ensure she conceived his child as quickly as possible.  But for now he would continue to pretend arrogance that any woman brought to him was not suitable in her appearance or own breeding.  He would not be put out to stud even to prolong the life of the Demeter monarchy.  There was only one woman he loved and would do so for the whole of his immortal life.

He decided to satisfy the chastised beauty’s ache.  Lifting her up, he deposited her on all fours on the more comfortable grassy area around the spring rocks and flora.  With the sound of rushing water calming the girl and ringing comfortably in his ears, he pressed down on her back with his leather-gloved hands until her breasts and her shoulders rested on the springy surface.  She thrust her crimson-blushed bottom into the air towards him.

“Please take me,” she breathed.  “I submit, your highness.  I want to feel the pleasure you promised.  I have never felt such need before . . .”

“Hush, little one.  Expect to feel more of it when you arrive in Demeter,” he reassured, smoothing his leather-clad fingers over her bare bottom.

He slid them inside her again and curled them upwards to her G-spot, stroking until she almost sobbed with her desire.

“Have you been taken by a man before, little one?” he questioned.  “I did not detect a hymen but many women do not possess them now.”

“No,” she breathed.

“Then I shall take you another way.”

The prince undid his breeches, satisfied.  A virgin girl would fetch a higher price and a better life if she was put out for auction.  The prince was always protective of the women he captured and remained aware of the often unfair circumstances they found themselves in. 

He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a lubricant all of his men carried in case they needed it.  He squeezed some out and then opened the crease of the girl’s bottom, inspecting the inviting, puckered entrance closely.  This too was virginal and very enticing.  He lifted his cock out of his breeches, watching it spring forth, demanding entry.

He probed and stroked her again, bringing her to strong arousal once more as he applied the cool lubricant to the flesh around her hole and eased a finger inside her anus.  He was careful and gentle at first, stretching his finger into her channel until it stretched to accommodate him.  She moaned in between her gasps, but eventually he found her widened enough to attempt penetration with his penis.

The girl whimpered at first, but his constant ministrations eased his path, and after a while, he found himself embedded inside her to the hilt.  He gripped her sore, chastised buttocks tight and slowly he began to thrust, reveling in the feel of riding a woman to satisfaction.  She moaned, and after a while, she began bucking back against him.  Masterfully, he leaned forward to lift her a little and cup her breasts tightly, using them as reins to ride his mount.  He felt his ardor rise sharply as she sobbed with pleasure and pain when he pulled tight on her nipples.  He thrust hard, increasing her pleasure and her discomfort.  It was enough to make her orgasm explode.  His men gathered around to watch and urge him on.  It was the catalyst he needed.

“Come now, wench,” he ordered, slapping the girl’s buttocks hard.

With a helpless shriek, the girl came, bucking like a wildcat, and he did the same, to the triumphant cheers of his men.

He carried the woman back to his ship over his shoulder leading the group of bound and nipple- and clit-clamped women.  His catch of women was secure.  The king would be pleased.  As he approached the lowered ramp of the shuttle ready to take them back to the starship, his technology aide, Luther, came running down it towards him.

“I have found her,” the small man, in a top hat that held his gold observation goggles around its rim, told him with glee.  “You must go.  You must go at once.  She will bring peace and restore the Omega Quadrant to male and female balance.  Bring her back.”

The prince stared at Luther and the way his pointy ears twitched with life.

“You speak the truth,” he said, breathless.

“Yes, I do.  But, hush, we must keep the news quiet.  Whoever finds the Empress will rule the Quadrant with her.  It must be you, Prince Rassmussen.  You were chosen.  Others will bring more war.”

The prince lowered his voice but found it difficult to hold his excitement.  He handed the naked girl to one of his men with gentle care.

“Where is she?” 

“A planet called Earth.”

“I must go at once.”

“Yes, you must, but there is something you should know,” his aide said with a cautious voice.

“I have all I need to know.”

“I will get you there.  I have discovered a portal.  But you must know she will not remember you.  I locked on to her whereabouts and sent a probe to observe her.  An undetected scan of her body revealed she has a small injury to her brain from some sort of accident on Earth that has caused her loss of memory.  She does not remember anything of her previous life in the Omega Quadrant apart from broken memories she does not understand.  She will not know you, your highness.” The man was excited but still cautious, clearly expecting a bad reaction from his prince.

Instead, the prince smiled, love blazing in his eyes along with fierce determination.

“Do not fear, Luther.  I know exactly how to remind her of who she is, her life and her position,” he grinned.

Here is Lessons, Book Two of the short novelette series, The Chateau featuring BDSM, lactation fantasy and lots of spanking, caning and romance!  This book is available on Amazon for only $0.99 on  Check out the blurb below.

The Chateau: Lessons Book Two Blurb

Maxim Devereux is the handsome Dean of 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.
He is keen to involve himself in teaching as well as managing and longs to train a woman as his submissive and wife. He finds the perfect woman in the form of the beautiful and fragile Carla Lewis, the co-manager of the London school. When her abusive fiance is found to have embezzled the school's accounts and threatens Carla's life, Maxim is determined to protect her and keep her safe within the confines of The Chateau.

He informs his charge that this is the ideal time for her to learn more about the business by becoming one of the female submissives and for him to begin teaching again. Maxim sets about providing his stubborn wilful new pupil with a series of lessons on trust, discipline and surrender. He begins with a sound bare bottom caning in the Dean's office over his desk. Then he prepares her for the delights of the obedience classes and the Milking House with a thorough medical exam.

Maxim has every confidence that Carla will graduate from her training after he has exposed all of the hidden desires she hides with shame and mastered her to his will.

Publishers Note: This novel contains spanking, caning and references to lactation fantasy. If such material offends you, please do not buy this book.