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.