A/N: Alright, I had an anon point out quite a few grammar errors for a few of my stories, and while I appreciate the concern I'm just too lazy to do much proofreading or get a beta reader. That being said I started using google docs which catches way more errors than word, so at the very least there shouldn't be as many.

Hope you guys enjoy the chapter. This one features Blake. I just thought It'd be easier making my way through the team RWBY girls before I start getting through the others, so the next one will more than likely feature Weiss. Then we can start seeing some of the others and what Cinder really gets up too.

Future chapter might be shorter so I can hopefully get them out a little quicker, but no promises.

When Blake had started her training to become a maid, her mother had made it very clear that if she ended up being disciplined by Glynda or the master, it would be followed by a bottom thrashing from her as well. And she knew it wasn't a bluff either. While she wasn't a rebellious or misbehaving girl, she was no stranger to going over her mother's lap.

Her mother always came off as kind and gentle, but the woman knew how to do some real damage with a hairbrush or wooden spoon, as both she and a few of her fellow maids had learned very well over the years. So Blake had more than enough incentive to keep herself out of trouble when it came to doing her job.

She had been lucky enough to avoid that fate since officially starting a few weeks ago, but she didn't see that as too impressive. It hadn't been that long, and the master had only been here a few days. Glynda had been running the show since then, and as strict as she was as long as you did your job, you were fine.

What was impressive however, at least in Blake's opinion, was how many times her blonde roommate had managed to get her rear tanned in that time. Multiple spankings from both Glynda and her supervisor, and a very thorough switching from the master. It also seemed as if she had a similar arrangement with her mother as Blake did.

"Oh! Ow! Ouch! Mom! Ah! My butt! You're gonna split it in two! Mom, stop!"

Ruby, Wiess, and Blake all stood and watched as Raven went to work blistering her daughter's behind with her hairbrush. As the girls were getting ready this morning, the head of security had waltzed in without a work, grabbed her by the ear, and pulled her to the bed before yanking her across her lap.

Raven's expression was as casually cold as ever as she continued to bring down the brush on Yang's bare backside. Ruby winced, giving her sister a look of sympathy. After her switching yesterday she knew this must have been especially painful. But Raven didn't look like she was taking any of that into account.

Wiess had a look that wasn't smug, nor sympathetic. She didn't relish in her friends getting punished, not all the time anyway, but the blonde had been warned and only had herself to blame.

And Blake just watched on slightly intrigued. There had always been something fascinating about watching a spanking in progress. The way the hairbrush flattened her cheeks with each swing. How her cheeks would grow another shade darker with each blow. The squeals and cries that followed each smack.

It sort of excited her, not that you'd be able to tell from her face.

Raven gave her daughter a few more hard, solid swats before finally appearing to be satisfied. Yang was slumped over her lap, moaning pitifully and fighting back the urge to reach back and rub. She knew it would only earn more swats. "Today you will perform your duties with your skirt up, so that you can serve as an example to your fellow maids," Raven instructed.

Yang gasped and turned her head up towards her mother, but a single glare made her shove back whatever argument she'd been about to put up. "Yes ma'am…"

"I'll be asking Winter about your work today, and if I hear that it's anything less than impeccable, I'm going to spank you again tomorrow morning in front of the rest of the staff before letting Cinder deal with you."

The mention of Cinder made Yang go wide eyed. "Aw c'mon mom! Not her!"

"Yes her. No get up and get dressed. You better not be late for your shift." Yang scrambled off of her lap and went to go grab her clothes. Raven got up and headed for the door. Before leaving she turned towards the other three girls. "Try and keep her out of trouble. Or at the very least don't entourage her. Otherwise I'll deal with you too."

Ruby and Wiess visibly flinched, while Blake just nodded. "Yes ma'am."

The minute Raven walked out, Yang let out a moan and began rubbing her blistering cheeks. "Ah! God, that woman is a monster!" she whined. Her mother always had been strict, but ever since she started working here she'd been even worse than usual.

"You okay Yang?" Ruby asked. Just seeing the sorry state of Yang's rear made her own feel tingly. She was glad Raven didn't follow up with her like that after her spanking from Jaune.

Wiess huffed. "I'm not sure what you expected. Once my sister found out you ran out on your duties it was only a matter of time before you ended up over someone's knee."

"I already got spanked by the master! Isn't that enough?" she complained.

"The master spanked you for his pleasure. Your mother spanked you so you could be formally punished. There is a difference you know," Weiss elaborated. "Still, I can't say I envy having that woman as my mother. She's far worse than Winter."

Weiss' sister was a perfectionist, and there was never any pleasing her. So she ended up getting spanked quite often when under her watch. But it was usually just light hand spankings that stung for maybe an hour or two. More severe punishments were far and few in between, and reserved for more serious offenses.

"She's probably worried her daughter trying something so risky would leave a bad impression with the master," Blake reasoned. "She is one of the supervisors. If her own daughter does something reckless or disobedient it could reflect badly on her."

Yang rolled her eyes. "He doesn't seem like the type to sweat over stuff like that…"

"He didn't seem like the type to switch you either, did he?" Ruby asked, smirking.

"Shut up!"

"Both of you stop with you bickering and get dressed. Especially you Yang. You can't afford another spanking, and I won't have your mother coming after me for your mistakes," Weiss said.

"Man, everyone is gonna see my ass. I just know that bitch Neon is going to say some smartass thing like always…"

As the three bickered and got ready, Blake simply stood and thought to herself. Her first impression of the master was that he was a bit of a goof. Not in a bad way, but she had a hard time seeing someone like him take control of a mansion full of women. Now that she had seen what he could so on Ruby and Yang's bottoms though…

Well, she was growing far more interested…

Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

It may have been a tired old cliché, but it was one Jaune couldn't argue with. He might have been a goofball, but he wasn't an idiot. He could tell just what was happening around here. It was obvious that being the master over a manor full of beautiful scantily dressed maids was bringing out a more… sadistic side of him.

Had Yang and Ruby done something wrong? Technically yes. But did he really have to punish them as harshly as he did? Probably not. Yet he had. He'd reddened their bottoms so badly he was sure they'd both slept on their stomachs that night, and would be for the next few.

But instead of feeling guilty or ashamed, whenever he thought back to it all he could really feel was aroused.

Glynda once again said that as the master he had nothing to be concerned about. He had every right to assert his dominance over the girls, and if he found it enjoyable he was free to exercise that right.

But he didn't just want to go around whipping girls for no reason, even if he did find it an absolute blast. The last thing he wanted was to start being seen as the big bad boss who cracked down on everyone he came across. So today he'd decided to dial it back a bit. He didn't plan on punishing anyone, and if it came up he'd leave it to Glynda.

Unlike Jaune, the head maid had no reservations about taking the rest of the staff to task, and before breakfast was over she'd taken one of the girls over her lap and began disciplining her with her riding crop. Feeling himself starting to become aroused, he'd quickly excused himself and headed off.

For a while he just wandered about, not having any real idea where to go. Then he'd figured he'd head somewhere quiet. The library. It was quiet, and he could clear his head and relax. It was the perfect place to avoid temptation.

Or so he thought.

"Good morning Master. Is there anything I can assist you with?"

Jaune looked the raven haired girl up and down. Like all the other girls she was a beauty. She wasn't as busty as Yang or petite as Neo, but had a slim and sexy figure that was no less attractive. She had a very gothic look about her, and wore a black bow atop her head. And her legs… god those legs.

He gulped as he kept taking in her appearance. Something about her just screamed sexy librarian, and a small part of him was tempted to take her over his lap and spank her just to see those sexy legs of hers kicking. "Um… I was just looking around," he said, blushing. "I'm Jaune by the way…"

She nodded. "Yes, I know," she said before bowing her head. "My name is Blake. I'm one of the maids who tends to the library. If there's anything that I can help you with master, please feel free to ask. I'm at your service."

He was never going to get used to being addressed like this. "Would you happen to have somewhere quiet and secluded? Preferably near some comics or something? I mean if you even have a comics section… What am I saying? Of course you don't. That was stupid of me, sorry," he said rubbing the back of his head.

"Master Ozpin kept a very large and extensive comic collection," she said, making the blonde go wide eyed. "I'll gladly show you there."

"Oh, really…? Yes please, that'd be great."

She nodded again before turning around and heading down one of the isles. Jaune followed after her, his eyes locked onto her lovely legs as he did.

It didn't take long for them to reach their destination. Not that Jaunce had noticed. He'd still been eyeing up the girl before him when she stopped and held her arms out. "Here we are master." Jaunce looked up and then grew wide eyed. There were shelves upon shelves of comic books lined up all around them.

He had liked to think he'd had a pretty respectable collection back home, but this made his measly few stacks look like nothing. "Whoa, this… this is amazing…"

Blake gestured around them. "There are numerous genres that have been added to the collection over the years. There are also many manga and manhwas if you're interested. If you're looking for more erotic works those are near the back," she explained as he nodded towards a nearby bean bag. "This was the bag Master Ozpin used. I can go and get you a suitable chair if it's not to your liking."

Jaune's cheeks turned red. He made a mental note to go to the back later and see just what kind of works Ozpin considered erotic. "The bean bag is fine. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure. Would you like me to take my leave now? Or is there anything else I can help you with? I'd be happy to comfort you during your stay here."

Jaune couldn't help but think of something rather raunchy in his mind when she said the word 'comfort'. He'd learn over the past few days just what words like 'service' and 'comfort' meant around here. "I-if you'd like to stay I wouldn't mind," he said.

She simply nodded, and he wasn't sure what it really meant. So he just turned and began browsing through the comics on the shelf. This Blake girl really was a bit of a mystery. And there was something alluring about that fact.

He spent the next few minutes just browsing, not looking for anything specifics, but rather taking in just how large the collection was. He didn't know if Ozpin had been a genuine comic book fan, or if he'd just bought them because he could. Either way, Jaune was impressed.

As he searched he could feel Blake's gaze locked onto him. She hadn't taken her eyes off of him since he'd come in, and was just standing observing. Then suddenly, she spoke. "Master, would it be out of place for me to ask you something?"

He was honestly surprised to hear the out of nowhere question. "Of course not. Ask away."

She nodded. "Thank you. Do you enjoy being our master?" she asked.

Jaunce flinched, a little caught off guard. "Oh… I mean, I haven't been in charge here for very long, but it's not bad. You're all very nice. I just think I need time to really get used to how things work around here."

She hummed. "Please allow me to rephrase the question master. Do you enjoy the position that you hold over us as master?" she clarified.

He stared back at her with a blank expression. He could feel the head building up in his cheeks. Did he enjoy it? Of course he enjoyed it! What red blooded male wouldn't enjoy a situation like this? This was a fantasy come to life. But… he couldn't quite bring himself to actually say that to it.

It was odd. It wasn't like there would be any repercussions for it. But something just wouldn't let him speak the words. "Uh… can you explain?" Idiot. He was an absolute idiot. Explain? As if it wasn't already obvious?

She didn't seem annoyed at all though, and just elaborated. "I mean things like being able to order us to strip. Sleeping with us. You seem particularly fond of spanking us too. You enjoy being able to do those things, right?" she asked.

Jaune blushed even harder. "I… uh… what brought this question up?" He knew it was a total cop out to keep answering her questions with more questions, but some unknown almighty force was preventing the word 'yes' from gracing his lips.

Once again, Blake just calmly elaborated. "My mother has worked here for years now. She served Ozpin before he passed away," she explained. "She told me that he could be… it's hard to explain, but both kind and cruel."

Jaunce looked confused. Kind and cruel? Just what did she mean? "She said he was a friendly person. He came off as very laid back, wise, and even a bit silly. He would treat them polite and kind," she said. "But then he was also very strict. There would be moments when he would punish the maids harshly…"

For the first time, Jaune caught a glimpse of emotion on her face. Her cheeks were slightly red, and a look of… happiness? Arousal? It had only been for a moment, but it was there. "Sometimes he'd spank them. Or toy with their bodies until they could barely take it. Sometimes for small infractions, or sometimes for no reason at all."

Jaune felt his pants starting to get tighter again, not able to stop himself from imagining Yang, Ruby, and the girl before him in some of the rather outlandish situations from the hentai he'd read back home before bed. Their bodies being pushed to the brink, being mercilessly played with and punished until they were ready to burst.

"Sometimes my mother would come home sore, or with marks all over her butt. She'd make me rub lotion on her cheeks to help with the sting."

Jaune could barely contain himself. If her mother was even half as attractive as she was, then that would have been quite the sight. Of course Blake had been younger and probably not nearly as alluring as back then, but his mind chose to age her up for his own fantasy's sake.

"Part of the reason I decided to work here was because I wanted to know what it was like to work for someone like that. I've always been… interested, in that sort of scenario. But of course Ozpin passed away before I even began my training. That's why I wanted to know if you. I'm sorry. It wasn't my place to question you on such things master."

She was blushing. She was blushing, and it was so unbelievably cute that Jaune couldn't take it. He stepped forward, cupping her face before pressing his lips against her. Blake looked surprised, clearly caught off guard by the sudden act. But it didn't take her long to return the gesture.

Jaune kissed her passionately. He hadn't planned on anything like this happening, but he was too riled up to stop now. He wanted her, and he got the feeling that she wanted him too. After a few moments, the two both pulled back for air. "Get undressed, and bend over the table," Jaune said.

"Are you going to punish me?" Blake asked. His expression had totally changed, and she was feeling both terrified and excited. Was he going to blister her bottom like he did Yang? Paddle her? Cane her? She could feel his dick against her leg when they were kissing, so she knew he was going to take her in some way.

He kissed her forehead. "Yes, but not yet."

A chill went up her spine, and she quickly turned around and headed towards the nearest table. Jaune took in how she practically slipped out of her clothes, and before he knew it she was stark naked. He was tempted to tell her to turn around so he could get a look at her breasts, but she had already bent over, giving him a generous view of her lovely legs, shapely rump, and already glistening wet pussy.

Blake had reached over and grabbed the other side of the table. She knew he said she was going to spank her yet, but she had been so used to taking this position it was a force of habit. Her bare breasts felt cold against the wooden table, and her cheeks heated up as she felt his gaze upon her.

A large part of their training had been spent both being punished and having their bodies thoroughly probed and explored to get used to the sexual aspects of their job. So it wasn't as if she wasn't prepared for this. But she still couldn't help but blush as he took in her naked form.

It was both nerve wracking and thrilling at the same time.

Jaune walked up behind her, noticing that she was trembling a bit. For a moment he thought that he should take this slow. Be gentle. But from what he had said earlier she wasn't interested in being gentle. She wanted to see what it was like being controlled.

He undid his pants and let them drop before grabbing her by the hips. She flinched at his touch, and then again when he pressed the tip of his member against her pussy. "Ready?" he asked, licking his lips. Before she could even answer, he started to push into her.

Blake's eyes widened. It wasn't even all the way in yet, but she could tell it was huge. Far larger than anything they'd used on her in her training. She remembered Ruby shyly mentioning that she thought he was big when he'd gotten hard while spanking her, and Yang had been very explicit when telling them about their time together in the gardens. But she still hadn't been prepared for this.

She gripped the desk tightly as he grunted and inched his way in. Her pussy was somehow even tighter than Yang's had been. "I-It's big…" Blake moaned out. "So big…"

Jaune kept pushing, and Blake squealed as he squeezed himself into her. Her legs kicked up and she scratched into the table. Once Jaune had thrusted himself all the way inside of her, he leaned forward and placed his hands over hers. Then he pulled his hips back, and thrust forward once more.

Blake threw her head back and moaned loudly as Jaune started pumping into her at a steady pace. As tight as she was, she was so wet he had little trouble sliding in and out of her. Jaune kissed her cheek, and then began moving down to her neck. She smelled nice. Not quite like Yang, but her scent matched that alluring vibe of hers. And her skin was soft too.

"M-master…" she panted. "You're moving too fast, I'm going to-"

"Not yet," Jaune whispered into her ear. "Don't come yet, just hang on a little longer."

Blake bit her lip, but nodded. She wasn't sure just how long he expected her to hold out like this, but all she could do was try and oblige. Grunted as the front of her thighs were slammed against the edge of the table. Jaune kept a hold on her wrist and kept kissing her, taking small chances to take in her expression.

Her face was a far cry from the stoic and blank one she'd had when he came in. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks red, and her breath ragged. She looked like she was on the verge of coming any second now, and after holding himself back all day, so was he.

Somehow, he started moving even faster. Blake let out another long moan and tightened up around his cock, and soon she felt herself reaching her limit. "Master! I'm sorry, I can't…!" She threw her head back again and screamed as she finally came, and Jaune did the same, exploding into her.

Blake let out a sigh before going limp over the desk. Both she and Jaune were panting heavily, and the blonde began peppering her with kisses. "You did so good," he said, patting her head. "And you're amazing. Was I good?"

"Amazing," she said smiling up at him dreamily. He wasn't sure if he really had been, or if she was just obliged to say so. It wasn't like he was good at telling if a girl was faking. But it still made him smile to hear it.

As he got ready to rise up, he noticed something. The bow on her head was twitching slightly. He stared for a bit longer, wondering if his eyes were just playing tricks on him, but saw them move again. "Your bow…" He reached up and then gently grabbed it, and before Blake could even react, he pulled it loose.

Blake's eyes widened as her ears were revealed. Jaune looked down at them as they continued to twitch about. "You… have cat ears."

She nodded. "Yes master. I'm a Faunus. I hope that isn't…" She didn't think he came off that way, but it was hard to tell what hang ups people held. Especially when it came to Faunus. Ozplin wouldn't have picked someone who had such problems, would he? "I wasn't trying to hide it, I just- Ah!"

She stopped when she felt him hardening up again. Jaune grew a lustful look in his eyes. A cat-girl. A genuine cat-girl. He watched god know how much hentai featuring them, but now he was living it. "Blake, your ears are wonderful!" he said as he began going at her once more. "The best!"

Blake blushed and cried out, feeling both pride at having her usually mocked features complemented in such a way, and lust from just how vigorously he was pounding her.

The two went at it for some time, and the few maids to passed by the library could hear Blake crying out in ecstasy. Though they didn't know who it was specifically, they were very much aware one of their fellow maids was having quite the time with the head of the manor…

When Glynda walked back into Jaune's room, she hadn't really known what to expect. She knew he was still getting a feel of the place, so she had figured she could walk back in to pretty much anything. Still, she was more than a little surprised to see him looking through the punishment cabinet.

With how often spankings were dealt out around the manor, it only made sense for Ozpin to keep a few collections of implements in various locations. One of them being his room. Glynda had told him about the cabinet that contained the canes and paddles for him to use at his pleasure, but he didn't seem interested in it. At least not openly.

But right now he was looking over them quite curiously, and if the naked raven haired girl standing in the corner was any indication, then he intended to use them. "Looking for anything in particular, master?"

Jaune turned towards her surprised, and blushed. "Oh, hey Glynda. I was just… looking for something to punish Blake with."

"I see. Did Blake do something wrong?"

"N-no… we're just… it's hard to explain." After he and Blake had finished in the library, he had thought the girl might want to retire for the night. But it had turned out she was all too eager to continue spending time with him. And had asked with just a bit of eagerness if she was still going to be punished.

Jaune knew he told himself he was going to try and avoid it today, but… well, she wanted it, so it was fine right?

"No explanation needed master," Glynda said smiling. "If I may, could I suggest the cane. I don't believe you've used it yet, and I'd be happy to teach you the proper form and swing."

Jaune blushed deeper, but nodded. "S-sure." He was going to have to learn to use it eventually, right? Why not now? "Blake, does that sound fine?"

Blake just kept facing the wall. "I'll happily submit to whatever choice you make, master," she said calmly. She could already feel her cheeks tingling with excitement, and she couldn't keep a small lustful smile from forming on her face.

Glynda walked over and began pointing out the different canes to him, eager to encourage his interest in discipline. Little by little he was going to fill the shoes left behind by Ozpin, and she'd be there to guide him every step of the way.