Miss Summers' School (Lessons in Submission Book 1)

by Maggie Ryan

  Taking a breath, she obeyed. "Atonement washes away all the… the bad things I've done. It allows me to be cleansed." Her eyes dropped from his as the words she had uttered caused her thoughts to scatter. No, not truly scatter, but to understand how each stroke of the strap had given her a sense of spiritual cleansing. The embarrassing enema; even the removal of her pubic hair had also given her a sense of physical cleansing. As acceptance of her need of each surrounded her soul, she lifted her eyes again. "Atonement gives me a fresh start… a clean slate. It-it makes me want to do better. Not to be bad."

  "No, little one—not bad. Naughty, yes at times, but Lexie, you will never be bad."

  A rush of emotion filled her. She'd spent the past year being told otherwise, being told she was a bad girl, a girl who had no value, a girl who should never have her own thoughts, much less voice them. She'd been called a hellion and even a bitch when she'd awakened, soaked in sweat and tears from the nightmares that consumed her dreams—visions of the flames that had licked the walls of the room she'd barely managed to escape, the administrator of the orphanage screaming that she was nothing but a stupid, bad girl when Alexandria had run back into the room to grab her letters from the table.

  Max's fingers stroked tears she didn't seem aware were spilling from her cheeks. "Bad is a trait that is not in you, Alexandria. You are a strong and wonderful person. You have a heart and soul that is full of love, of light and you are one who yearns to please. I will never see anything you do as bad. When you are naughty, I'll be here to teach you to make better choices, to be my good girl." He paused and his smile was so loving that she returned it.

  When he gathered her in his arms and bent to place a kiss on her lips, she allowed the past to slip away. The love she'd always been surrounded by in her childhood had been found again. Lord Maximilian Hollister was granting her an atonement in just a simple kiss—he was cleansing every horrid day of the past year from her soul. She wanted to stay in his arms forever.

  Forever was only for a few minutes before he gently set her away from him.

  "Are you ready to continue?"

  Alexandria realized that she was, that she felt an intense need, one that threatened to consume her if not released. "Yes, Papa."

  "Tell me, little one, why is your journal not complete?"

  "What? I mean, it is, Papa. I… you… we discussed it."

  Slipping the book out of her pinafore pocket, he opened it and ran his finger down the pages where she had confessed her naughtiness and the punishments she'd received. "No, Alexandria, it's not." He turned the book around so she could see her own entries. "This journal is for all your punishments, all your lessons."

  "I-I know, Papa." Her teeth began to worry her bottom lip as she struggled to understand what he meant.

  Fingers that had stroked her cheek moved to stroke along her lip. The touch was so delicate, it was almost unfelt—almost. As he moved to stroke her upper lip, her body quickened, her nipples aching as they tightened, goose bumps breaking out along her arms.

  "Did you believe the lesson your nanny gave this beautiful mouth was not worthy of its own record? Was the sudsing it received not adequate?"

  Clarity had her gasping, the finger and his questions filling her senses with the memory of the punishment. A phantom taste of the awful soap, the froth of the suds as they spilled from her lips, had her pulling away from his touch. His fingers dropped from her lips as he reached to pull her back to stand captured between his knees.

  "No, I mean, it was, Papa. I-I just didn't think of it as…" She halted, understanding the validity of his questions. It had most definitely been a punishment and, as such, she should have recorded it accordingly. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again. "You are right, Papa. It was a punishment and I will never forget again."

  "That's my good girl. You will not only add the sudsing, you will confess the reason why it was needed and the implements used to punish your mouth." He closed the journal, setting it aside even as her hand moved to take it. "But not until the punishment has been completed." Giving her no time to consider his statement, he continued.

  "When you are going to be punished, you will stand before me. You may be fully clothed or you may be as you are now. All spankings will be given on bare skin and, Alexandria, not all spankings will be given on your bottom."

  Alexandria quivered at his words as his hands moved to cup her breasts again. "You'll find that your titties can and will be punished." Thumbs moved to caress her nipples, giving each a squeeze that had her gasping and a rush of liquid filling her sex. "These precious nipples will also be punished until they are aching."

  She wanted to tell him they were already aching, had begun ripening for his touch from the moment he'd first taken her in his arms downstairs. No chance for her to speak was allowed as his hands moved to cup her bottom, squeezing her cheeks.

  "This bottom, this beautiful little bottom, will often be red and bearing the marks of a paddle, strap, switch, birch or cane. Alexandria, you need to understand that I am a man who believes a girl best remembers her vows of submission and obedience when her bum is kept tender."

  His hands released her cheeks but his fingers slid along the crease of her buttocks and, despite her covering, found and pressed against her bottom-hole. "This, too. Your pucker will learn many lessons and it will also learn how it feels to have a paddle or switch applied to it."

  "Yes, Papa," she said softly, her body wishing to pull away from the finger and yet wanting to press against it as well. Her emotions swirled as a final press was given before the finger left her cleft and his hands again encircled her waist.

  "Open your legs, Lexie."

  Heart pounding, she slowly moved her legs apart, afraid her knees would buckle when he slid a hand between them, palm up, to cup her sex. The fact that he wasn't touching her bare skin did nothing to ease her racing blood. Just feeling something so intimate, so blatant had her closing her eyes.

  "No, Alexandria. Open your eyes. You'll not be allowed to attempt to hide your feelings from me. Just as I'll want to watch your eyes dilate with pleasure and glaze over as I teach you pleasure, I'll want to watch your eyes as you wonder what is to come, where you will be touched, how you will be caressed, how you will be punished." When she opened her eyes, he squeezed her sex lightly. "This cunny, your quim, will also be punished when you've been very naughty. And I promise, that will never be a lesson that slips your mind when writing in your punishment journal."

  After another squeeze, his hand left her quim, and yet the release did nothing to cool the smoldering embers his touch had ignited. Nothing else in the world existed for her except for this man, her husband, her Papa—her everything. It was impossible to hold back a soft mew when his fingers once more traced the seam of her mouth.

  "And, Alexandria, this mouth is also mine. It is mine to plunder with my lips and tongue, and mine to punish when my little one needs a very physical reminder that vulgarity will never be tolerated. You'll learn that far more than soap will fill your mouth, to cleanse away the filthy words and make it sweet again." His finger left her lips to draw a path down the slim column of her neck, between the valley of her breasts, dipping into the cavity of her navel, to come to a rest on the protruding bud of her concealed clit.

  "You will learn that every inch of you belongs to me. Whether it be my hands, my lips, my mouth, my tongue or the feel of wood or leather against your skin—there is no part of you that will escape my touch. Every single inch will feel my hands and my tongue. Tell me, Lexie, what else will your body feel when you are naked under me?"

  Not believing she could, as her entire body was trembling and her soul was consumed with need, she whispered her answer. "Your... your prick."

  "Yes, my prick. My cock. Are you beginning to understand the purpose of the classes you will begin tomorrow, Lexie?"

  Her intelligence was not limited to playing chess or to the lessons she learned as a child. She'd gained knowledge from the books she'd read,
and had not been as sheltered a child as those raised in the homes of higher society. Instead of sleeping in a different wing, she'd slept in a small room only feet from her parents. Suspicions of the curriculum at Miss Summers' School had begun the moment she'd awakened on the first morning and had become clearer with each spanking, her meeting with the headmistress and her Papa, everything she'd seen, the looks of her sisters and the lack of privacy for even the most intimate activities. She'd heard sounds of discipline and pleasure for all of her life, and suddenly understood that this time, and for the rest of her life, she'd be the one making those sounds.

  "I think so, Papa. I'm to learn how to obey and how to submit to you."

  "Yes, and those two words are defined in different ways—all of which you shall learn. You've atoned for what was confessed in your journal. But you did not confess everything. For now, you will confess the naughtiness this atonement will absolve, and then you shall ask for that absolution."

  As she stood before him, naked but for her thin drawers, his dominance swept over her. Though she had attended the Atonement ceremony, it wasn't until this very instant that she truly understood the power such a ritual exuded. It was with the knowledge that her choices had disappointed this man that she felt her eyes well with sincere regret as she confessed.

  "I was a naughty girl, Papa. I didn't record that I was vulgar in my speech and received a mouth sudsing." She never dropped her eyes from his as she willingly asked for what she knew she needed. "Please, Papa, please punish me so that I might be absolved; so that I might start afresh to be a… your good girl."

  *****

  Max was not unaffected by everything that had happened from the moment he had found the other half of his soul. She'd captured him completely from the moment their eyes had met. He'd loved her from the moment she'd dared to argue, to stomp her foot, to challenge his right to give her the spanking she had earned. She was the most fascinating, most exquisite woman he'd ever seen. He felt blessed that she was his, that a decision made long ago had allowed the fates to lead him to her. It was now his responsibility to guide her, to teach her, and to share all he had to give. This would be the first time of thousands that she would be standing before him, her eyes soft, her body trembling as she waited for her Papa to pleasure or, as now, to punish her. Taking her hands in his, he began.

  "Kneel, Alexandria."

  She gracefully sank to her knees, her face lifted to his, the trust and acceptance in her eyes causing his heart to fill to capacity with love and desire. He held her gaze as he brought their joined hands to his lap, pressing hers against the bulge concealed by his clothing. Her eyes widened and their color shifted from the brilliant aquamarine of the ocean to reflect the deeper blue of its immeasurable depths. Though her eyes never dropped, her body began to visibly tremble, her acknowledgement of his actions, the shock of feeling his restrained cock against her palms audible with her small gasp.

  "When you are kneeling before me, it will not be your bottom that makes the penance. It will not be my hand or a paddle your body must endure. It will be your mouth that makes your apology, and my cock will be the implement to extract it." He paused as he slowly removed his hands from hers, his cock twitching as if searching for a way to feel those soft hands that remained pressed against it.

  "Open my trousers and free Papa's cock."

  Only the barest flicker of time elapsed before her eyes lowered and her hands began to work the buttons of his trousers. Her face colored when she laid his trousers open, his cock pushing against his underclothes. After her eyes darted up to meet his, she gave a soft moan as she slid her small hands inside to pull him free. Her gasp was louder as his cock lengthened as it emerged, the veins thickening along the shaft, the bulbous head turning a darker plum color as it filled with blood. Max moved a hand to cover hers, silently instructing her to release him as his own hand fisted around his shaft, slowly moving up and down until he was hard as steel, a droplet of pre-cum oozing from the slit. His free hand moved to the back of her head, wrapping his fist in the coppery locks, pulling slightly until her face was turned up to his.

  "There's no need for you to think, no need for you to speak. All you need to do is to follow my instructions. This is a punishment, Alexandria. If you cannot manage to flush the vulgarity from your mouth, Papa will flush it for you." He saw her swallow hard. Not wanting to see panic appear in her eyes, he spoke again. "There's no need for you to be frightened. I am going to punish you, Lexie, but I am never going to harm you. Punishments will not be comfortable, they will not be easy. Punishments will hurt you physically but, Lexie, they will never truly harm you. Do you understand the difference?"

  He had relaxed the hold on her hair enough so that she could nod, and when he lifted his eyebrow, she remembered that though she had no need to speak, she did need to always answer her Papa's questions. With her softly whispered, "Yes, Papa," he tightened his grip, another silent demonstration of his dominance.

  "Put your arms behind your back. Clasp your elbows and do not release them until we are done." After she had obeyed, the change in position causing her chest to arch forward, he gave his next instruction. "Open your mouth as wide as you can." His fist in her hair kept her head from moving but her eyes darted downward to see his fist still stroking his shaft, his thumb running over the head, the glistening drops of his pre-cum being smeared to cover the surface. A mew escaped from her as understanding dawned. He gave her hair a tug, demanding that her eyes return to his.

  "It will not bode well for you if I have cause to repeat my instructions. Open your mouth and keep it open. Just as you are not to release your elbows, you are not to close your mouth until given permission to do so."

  The tip of her tongue darted out to slide across her lower lip, and it was all he could do not to pull her head down and thrust his cock inside. He clenched his jaw and saw her lips parting slowly until her mouth opened wide.

  "When you are pleasuring me with your mouth, you will use your tongue and your lips. You will be allowed to lick and taste my cock. Your hands will be allowed to touch, your fingers to wrap around my shaft and slide up and down. Your mouth will be allowed to take in the head to suckle the seed that leaks from the tip, to press kisses along the shaft, to roll my balls in the warmth of your beautiful mouth." Her eyes had begun to smolder, her tongue moving as if to lick her lip again—but unable to do so with his requirement she keep her mouth widely opened.

  "When your mouth is being punished, you will do nothing except submit to that punishment and accept it as a lesson. You are to keep your eyes on mine. You'll need to breathe through your nose, and remember, Papa will not harm you."

  The final instruction given, he kept his hand in her hair but stood, his body slowly rising, his hand guiding his shaft to the open cavern of her mouth.

  Chapter Fifteen

  He pushed slowly into her mouth this first time. Her eyes widened as he pressed forward, her head pulling away only to discover that his hand in her hair kept her exactly where he wanted her. It took control and the knowledge that he had no wish to harm her for him to go slowly, to pause after each press. What should have been but a brief moment took several as he continued… until the entire head of his shaft was inside her mouth. Still able to breathe without effort, she was also able to issue soft mews. He remained still, his body demanding he thrust, but his hand remained on his shaft, just a few inches beneath the ridge of his cockhead. Feeling the flick of her tongue, he almost moaned at the incredible sensation and the wonder of her curiosity. But this was not a lesson in pleasure.

  "No!" At his barked order, her eyes widened and her tongue stilled against his shaft. "This is a punishment. You are not allowed to enjoy my cock, Alexandria. Remove your tongue and keep it still." He felt it slide from him, her flush showing her shame at already having disobeyed.

  Pushing forward again, he fed her another inch and then another until he could go no further without pushing down her throat. Her hands dropped and moved to pus
h against his legs, her eyes began to water as he pushed just a fraction of an inch further, her gag reflex triggered by the invasion.

  Stopping again took all he had—but he managed. "Get into position, Alexandria. Disobey my instructions again, and you'll find it very difficult to sit tomorrow."

  He waited until her hands moved to once more clasp her elbows. "Take a deep breath when I withdraw and breathe through your nose when I push forward." With the reminder, he pulled back until his cockhead rested against her bottom lip, allowing her to take two deep breaths, and then pushed to the opening of her throat in one thrust. Though his body desperately wanted him to push all the way inside, down her narrow throat, he maintained his control, allowing his cock to move only a fraction beyond what would have been comfortable for her. He repeated the motion again and again until he felt his balls drawing up, the tingle of imminent release having him tighten his fist around his shaft, pulling his cock back to once more rest on her lip.

  She coughed and gasped, spittle dripped over her lip, tears slid down her cheeks, but never once did she again release her elbows or close her mouth.

  "Papa is going to flush your mouth now. You will keep my seed on your tongue. Do not swallow until I give you permission, but when given, Alexandria, you are to swallow every single drop and allow my seed to cleanse your mouth."

  Pushing back inside, he thrust harder, moving into her throat but nowhere near down it. Thrusting again, faster and harder, he pulled back and, with a single stroke of his hand, his seed spurted onto her tongue. At the foreign taste, she tried to pull back, her tongue attempting to remove itself from beneath his cockhead as spurt after spurt was delivered onto its surface. White streams of his cream slid over her lip to dangle for a moment before falling onto her naked breasts. He kept her in position, his hand stroking from the base of his shaft to the crown until he was empty. His legs were trembling at the intensity of his ejaculation but he remained in position.