Miss Summers' School (Lessons in Submission Book 1)

by Maggie Ryan

  Chapter Eight

  "Miss Jenkins, the stethoscope please." Alexandria saw Juliette hand him what looked like a wooden tube. Seeing her look, the doctor smiled. "This allows me to listen to your heart and your lungs. Would you like to try it?"

  Surprised, she nodded and watched as he motioned for Max to come closer and then placed one end over his coat in the center of his chest. "You need to put your ear to the other end." Alexandria bent forward and did as he had instructed, her heart hammering. After a moment, he asked if she heard anything.

  Sitting back, she shook her head. "No... I mean, I don't think so."

  "Let's try again. Lord Hollister, if you'd please unbutton your shirt." Alexandria watched in surprise as her Papa undid enough buttons so that the doctor could place the tube directly against his chest.

  "You need to listen, little one, not look."

  At his words, she jerked, blushing at being caught staring at what little of his chest she could see. Her Papa held her gaze for a moment and then tapped the end of the tube to indicate she should listen. When she did, she listened for a moment and then sat back.

  "I hear something! It sounds like a thump, thump."

  The doctor removed the tube and nodded. "That's your Papa's heart. How did it sound?"

  "Loud," Alexandria offered, and heard her Papa chuckle as he buttoned up his clothing.

  The doctor grinned as he asked her a question. "Did you notice the difference, Alexandria? When the device is over clothing it's difficult, if not impossible, to hear anything. Even the sheerest clothing can interfere with the reading. It's very important that I listen to your heartbeat and your lungs. Do you understand?"

  She nodded, understanding exactly why the demonstration had been given. Her thoughts were confirmed when the doctor nodded to Juliette, who reached to untie the bow holding the chemise together. As the thin fabric was allowed to fall open, exposing her breasts, Alexandria closed her eyes, praying the doctor would believe the chill of the room was the reason her nipples were pebbled tightly. She had to fight not to cover herself as she felt the end of the tube being pressed to her skin.

  "It's only fair that your Papa has a chance to hear your heart, don't you think?" the doctor asked. Her eyes flew open to see Lord Hollister standing close again, his eyes not on the end of the tube but on the swell of her breasts, his smile coming at the exact moment she felt her nipples begin to throb.

  After pressing his ear to the end of the tube, Max lifted his head and gave her a grin. "Strong and very, very rapid."

  The doctor took Max's place and listened to several different spots on both her front and her back. "You have a very healthy heart, little lady and your lungs are clear." As he stepped back and handed the stethoscope to Juliette, Max stepped forward and cupped her face in his palms.

  "You're doing very well, Lexie," he said softly, bending to kiss her forehead. Alexandria's jolt of pleasure at his praise morphed into a flash of panic at the doctor's next instruction.

  "Alexandria, lie back now, please."

  Her Papa helped her to swing her legs up onto the table and to lie back. The moment she was prone, the reality of what was soon to occur had her mewing a little.

  "Relax, Alexandria. Remember, Dr. Gibbons promised not to bite." Though his words were meant to comfort her, the look in his eyes had her stomach clenching. She'd never seen a man look at her with what she knew was desire. She'd only seen her father looking at her mother with the same intensity. As her heart sped up, she wondered what she'd hear if she pressed that tube to Lord Hollister's chest at this very moment. Could his heart be beating as rapidly as hers?

  Though she managed not to fuss when the doctor examined her breasts, palpating the soft mounds, she squirmed when his fingers closed around her nipples, giving them each a squeeze, her breath not releasing until he released his hold. She was grateful when he gently pulled her chemise to cover her and tied the small bow before his fingers moved down her ribcage to press various spots around her abdomen. As he pressed a bit harder, she gasped.

  "Does that hurt?" he asked, lifting his hands.

  "No, no, Sir," she answered. "I-I just..."

  "You need to potty?"

  He asked the question as if it were a perfectly normal topic of conversation. Alexandria thought that to a doctor it probably was, but the personal question had her blushing. When she nodded, he stepped back from the table.

  "That's fine, Alexandria. Better you potty now than be uncomfortable for the remainder of your exam."

  Max stepped to the table and lifted her off, setting her onto her feet, giving her bottom a soft pat that had her stomach flipping. Juliette walked to the washstand, opened a cabinet and withdraw a chamber pot.

  "Oh. I don't need to..."

  "Alexandria, I'd hate to think I spoke too early."

  Her Papa was no longer smiling when she looked up at him. A moment later, she found the courage to go to Juliette, who led her behind the partition. When she was returned to the table, her Papa lifted her again and helped her to lie down. His smile was back and she gave him a wobbly one of her own until he gently moved her as he instructed her to roll onto her tummy.

  "Why? You've already checked my spine."

  "The doctor needs to take your temperature, Lexie."

  "My temperature? Then why am I..." feeling her drawers being parted, her words became a disbelieving squeal. "No! I-I don't have a fever, you-you... no!"

  "Yes," Max said sternly. "It's important to make sure you aren't ill, or—"

  "You know I'm not ill! There is no... not there! Not in my bottom!"

  The parting of her drawers made it very easy to have his palm leave his handprint against her pale skin. He warned her to be still and hush, but seeing the long glass tube being coated with some sort of oily substance, she chose not to obey. One hand reached back to cover her bottom even as she attempted to roll over. Blocked by her Papa's body, she kicked out with her feet, coming into contact with someone and not caring which of the three it was.

  Before she could kick again, she was lifted straight up into the air and bent over Max's firm thigh. With one foot on the floor and one on the seat of the stool the doctor would be using, he was able to dangle her over his leg, her small stature ensuring not a single part of her struggling body could reach the floor.

  "You are being a very naughty girl," Max said, as his hand began to cover her backside with blistering swats, one right after the other. "I will not allow you to behave like a brat or to kick a doctor who is just doing his duty. You might have broken the thermometer and cut yourself, Nanny Jenkins or the doctor." Swat after swat landed until her hips were bucking, both cheeks a dusky pink.

  "No... please, stop!" Alexandria felt as if she had backed into a beehive and every single one of the residents had descended upon her bottom.

  "Are you ready to be a good girl?" he asked, his hand continuing to swat even as he calmly asked his questions. "Are you ready to apologize?"

  "Yes, yes, Papa!"

  Another three swats landed before she was simply plopped onto the table, her bottom instantly protesting. "We are waiting, young lady."

  She swiped her cheeks, but made her apology accompanied with a few hiccups. Her Papa pulled his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped her eyes and held the cloth to her nose.

  "Blow." He gave her a warning look when she attempted to take the cloth. "Do you need another spanking?"

  Shaking her head, she blew her nose and, when told to roll onto her tummy, she was almost grateful as it relieved the pressure on her punished buttocks. Feeling her drawers being parted further, she closed her eyes. As fingers moved to pry her cheeks apart to expose her most private opening, she had a moment of lunacy as she wondered why the doctor hadn't bothered to show her his newest instrument.

  Alexandria buried her face in her hands when the doctor commented on the fact that he thought she had a very pretty little pucker. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth when she felt something pressi
ng against her opening, and she began to keen when something slippery was dribbled onto her and, oh God, into her.

  "Oh… oh..."

  "It's just a bit of lubricant, Lexie. It will help the thermometer slide inside your bottom. Don't clench."

  Her Papa's words did not help. Nothing she tried could keep her thoughts away from her backside. Mentally reciting the words to her favorite poetry or the lyrics of a song, not even attempting to paint a picture in her head obliterated the sensation of the tube being pressed into her.

  Several minutes passed, far longer than she thought necessary to leave the thermometer in such a private place. Why couldn't the doctor put a normal thermometer under her tongue? Only babies and children had their temperatures taken in this manner. She gasped as she felt the tube being pulled from her, grateful that the indignity was coming to an end. When the tube slid slowly back into her and then back out, she felt her face becoming hot, and the throbbing began again in her quim. She couldn't help but squirm at the sensation. Her blush deepened when she realized the soft moan she heard had come from her own throat.

  "Be still, Lexie," Max instructed, "you don't want me to lose my grip on the thermometer."

  Her eyes flew open to see him looking down at her.

  "It would be a shame if I can't show Dr. Gibbons that I'm able to take your temperature properly." His words froze her instantly, but did not freeze the movement of the tube. Again and again it was pressed forward and back, twisted from side to side, until she was unable to stop either a soft moan or a slight shudder. When she realized she was actually pushing her bottom up as if seeking the tube, she moaned, and once more buried her face in her hands. What sort of patient did such a thing? She'd received a spanking—a hard spanking—for attempting to keep that tube out of her bottom. A soft whimper escaped when the thermometer was finally pulled from her.

  "Good girl," the doctor said as he patted her bottom. "You and your Papa did just fine. You may turn back over now."

  Though she didn't fuss when Max helped her onto her back, the moment the doctor moved to part the front of her drawers, she instantly closed her eyes, feeling as if her face had to be at least as red as her bottom. She remained still as she felt his fingers slide through the hair of her mound but gasped when she heard him state that it would need to be shorn. Shorn? He was going to remove her hair down there?

  "Yes, doctor. That is scheduled for her weekly session."

  "That's fine, Miss Jenkins," the doctor said, giving the curls a gentle tug. "I must say, I rarely see such a pretty patch. The color is really quite beautiful."

  Alexandria blushed hotly, her hips shifting a bit as they discussed something she'd not considered since she had first discovered the first few wisps appearing. She jerked when a thick finger slid further down to run between the lips of her sex.

  "Easy, just relax."

  Despite his gentle tone and his gentle touch, there was absolutely no way she was going to be able to relax. Her hands began to move, reaching down to attempt to cover herself, to hide the fact that she...

  "Lexie, no." Her Papa's words stopped her hands from moving further, but didn't stop her fingers from splaying open or from trembling.

  "Do you wish Nanny Jenkins to restrain your hands, Alexandria?" the doctor asked, his finger continuing to slide up and down between her lips, the movement gently beginning to part her labia. "I've just begun, and you must not interrupt my exam."

  "No, no, please... oh!" She gasped as his fingertip slid over a place that had her jerk her hips up and her hands continuing their journey south.

  "Give me your hands, Lexie," Max said, his voice sounding a bit hoarse. When she hesitated, he bent over the table, his lips at her ear. "Give me your hands, little one or they shall be tied to the table." His warm breath wafting past her skin had her opening her eyes to find his green ones. "Obey me, Alexandria."

  Her hands moved and he took them, kissing both palms before guiding them over her head and holding them in one of his own. She felt his free hand begin to stroke her hair and move to stroke her shoulder.

  "Keep your eyes on me," he said, moving to stroke her cheek. His touch and his voice soothed her, but only for a moment.

  "Scoot down to the end of the table, Alexandria." Tearing her eyes from Max's, she looked to see the doctor patting the very end of the table. "I want your bottom right here."

  She felt her hands released so she could move but she just couldn't. "Please, Papa… please, I-I can't..." Her protest was ignored as Max simply moved to the side of the table, lifted her and lowered her down again, her bottom cheeks barely resting on the edge of the table.

  "This doesn't have to be difficult, little one," Max said. "It's your choice whether or not your exam continues with your bottom red or crimson, but I promise you, the exam will continue."

  Alexandria gasped and then gave a sharp cry as a finger slid into her virgin quim. Her hands lifted and fluttered as she fought the desperate impulse to push the doctor's hands away.

  "Your hands, Lexie."

  Without hesitation, she lifted her hands above her head and felt them engulfed once again in a much larger one. Opening her eyes, she saw her Papa standing over her.

  "You are doing well," he said.

  His soft tone and the stroking of his fingers calmed her. The look in his eyes, their color deepening to a dark green, had her body heating. When his eyes began to slide down her body, hers closed, knowing exactly where he'd be looking.

  The doctor slid his finger in and out until she unconsciously began to rock her hips. Her moans were soft and she gave only another cry when he added a second finger and moved both into the hot, slick channel until they met the resistance of her maidenhead. Removing them slowly, he looked at Max. "She's intact."

  Opening her eyes, she saw her Papa smiling down at her. Her first impulse was to remind him that she had told him she was a virgin. The second impulse was far stronger as her stomach fluttered as she wondered how long she would remain so.

  At least the awful exam was over. She began to scoot up the table so she could sit up when the doctor gave yet another order. "Not quite yet, Alexandria. I still need to examine your little pucker."

  "What?

  "Your bottom-hole. Your Papa took your temperature but I need to finish the exam." Doctor Gibbons reached out to pat her leg. If the touch was meant to reassure her, it wasn't successful. The moment he touched her ankle, she jerked from his hold and kicked him in the center of his chest.

  "Alexandria! Stop this instant!"

  Her Papa's command didn't deter her as she kicked out again. "You can't—"

  He could.

  *****

  In all honesty, Max was surprised she had lasted this long. He'd been impressed at her curiosity over the instruments. Though he knew it was difficult for her, she'd responded to his gentle tone and touch. He'd seen her eyes when she'd listened to his chest and he hers. The nervousness had ebbed, desire taking its place, her hands clasping his as the doctor examined her breasts. She'd definitely earned the spanking she received only a few minutes earlier and yet had behaved after he'd put her back on the table. He'd watched her hips rock as he played with the thermometer. He'd been able to see the cream coating her quim as it was examined. Though not sure why she was choosing to be naughty now, he'd most certainly not allow it.

  She might fight like a tigress but she was still no match for him. He had no problem flipping her over and pinning her down with one hand at the small of her back. With his other, he pushed her drawers open even further until both globes of her bottom were fully exposed. The first clap of his palm had her kicking her feet up and screeching as she attempted to pull herself away by gripping the end of the table. Max knew she wasn't going anywhere until he allowed it.

  "Settle down, Alexandria," he said sternly. "You made your choice to have your bum reddened for a second time."

  "Go to hell!" she screeched, and Max shook his head.

  "Twice was one time too many,
young lady. You're going to learn that that phrase only earns you a harder spanking and a thorough mouth cleansing. The only little devil in this room is the one screeching and cursing. Bring me a paddle please, Nanny Jenkins." When it was placed in his hand, it was instantly applied to Alexandria's bottom.

  Crack...crack...crack! The wood met Alexandria's flesh, depressing it briefly before it bounced back, only to be flattened again with the next swat.

  "Oww! No... please!" Alexandria cried, her head arching back. "Please... stop... please, Papa!"

  If Max had been a weaker man, that plea, her voice calling for her Papa to stop, would have ended the paddling. Instead, he knew that this first paddling needed to make a lasting impression. Crack...crack...crack...crack...crack... Again and again the paddle fell, until ten hard strokes had been given.

  "I'm sorry! Oh, please... I'll-I'll do it!"

  "Do what, Alexandria?" Max asked, the paddle falling yet again on a bottom that was no longer pale, pink, or even red.

  "I'll mind... I'll mind Dr. Gibbons!"

  "Just to be crystal clear." Crack! "You will apologize for your behavior." Crack! "You will lie down on your tummy." Crack! "You will reach back with your hands." Crack! "And you will pull your cheeks apart and ask Dr. Gibbons to please examine your pucker." Crack! Crack! Crack!

  "Yes!" Alexandria cried, her body no longer attempting to pull away, her hands no longer clutching at the table.

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, Papa, I'll... I'll do what you said. Oh, I promise, Papa... please, please, that's enough!"

  "Papa decides when it's enough. I believe five more will help you remember your promise."

  The paddle fell five additional times before he allowed it to come to rest on her crimson bum.

  She lay sobbing, but when he pulled her up, turned her over and helped her to sit, she bent forward, off her bottom, and threw her arms around his waist. Max wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him. Yes, he'd make sure she obeyed every order he'd just given, but he could hold her for a few precious minutes.