Miss Summers' School (Lessons in Submission Book 1)

by Maggie Ryan

  "I gather you're happy for Alexandria?"

  "Oh, yes, Lord Hollister," Penny said, as she and the others nodded. "We are happy for you as well, Sir."

  "Thank you," Max said. "Thank you for that, as well as for being here for my Lexie." He released her so her friends could offer her their hugs as he accepted her cloak from Eleanor, who had come to join the group. "She's ready," he said quietly.

  "Yes, and she's a treasure, Maximilian," Eleanor said as she laid a hand on his arm. "It is a rare gift she is offering you."

  "A gift I will forever cherish," he assured her, smiling as that treasure turned to join him again.

  He settled the cloak around her shoulders and took her hand. "Shall we?" Her nod was enough as Eleanor opened the door.

  Walking down the steps, Alexandria glanced back over her shoulder.

  "Um, Miss Summers won't be upset that… that I'm leaving?"

  Chuckling, Max shook his head. "You forget, Lexie, you are the pupil and yet I am the client. No, she will not be angry. She has informed me that you have been a wonderful student this week. She also agreed that such dedication to your studies has earned you a special treat."

  Calvin gave her a soft smile and a bow as he opened the carriage door. Max lifted her inside, climbing in behind her and instantly drawing her onto his lap. The moment the door closed, he had his lips against hers again. In the privacy of the carriage, he felt no need to hold back. His tongue licked along her lips, and when they parted, it dove inside to taste her. He felt her arm lift to go behind his head, her fingers stroking through his hair even as his hand slid into the strands of her own.

  Her body pressed against him as if needing to be closer. Pulling her tightly against his chest, he continued the kiss, every nerve in his body igniting with passion. Soft mews floated from her, filling his heart with gratitude that she had made the choice he'd prayed so hard for. It was with effort that he controlled the urge to remove the very dress she'd chosen, to strip every piece of clothing from her body and make her his in all ways.

  Releasing her, he looked down into her flushed face, her lips swollen and pursing as if to beg for another kiss. His lips pressed against her forehead, his arms still holding her tight.

  "If you continue to look at me like that, I might not remember to be a gentleman," he teased, and heard her giggle.

  "I don't care, Papa. I love you no matter who you are."

  Another kiss was placed on top of her head as he smiled. "Thank you, my love, but a carriage is not the place to make you mine."

  She squirmed on his lap and then stilled, her cheeks turning a darker pink as if realizing that though he would not make her his in a carriage, the cock beneath her bottom told of his desire.

  "Where are we going?"

  "First for a drive, and then a walk through the park."

  "Not… not to your house?"

  "Our house, Alexandria. What is mine is yours." Her smile had him returning it. "I don't believe it would be quite safe there either."

  "But I want to—"

  "Shh, I want to as well, but, it is not yet time." The disappointment on her face was obvious. "Lexie, trust Papa. I promised not to take your maidenhead until you choose this path and…"

  "But I did choose. I'm ready now! I don't care if it is in a carriage or a bed—"

  He moved his hand to cup her bottom, giving it a squeeze that had her words ending. "Do not forget that no matter if you are dressed as Lexie or as Alexandria, you are to remember to obey me. It is rude to interrupt as I am speaking."

  "I don't… I'm sorry."

  "I know you are, little one, but when I lay you beneath me, when I make you truly mine, it will be in the proper place at the proper time. Until then, I expect you to trust me. Now, do I need to give you a spanking or are you going to obey?"

  "What kind of spanking?"

  Her answer had his mouth open and a loud laugh fill the carriage. "Oh, Lexie, what am I going to do with you?"

  "Everything, Sir."

  He was still chuckling at her audacity when he realized the carriage had stopped. Looking out of the window, he saw the gates to the large park, in which couples and families were strolling and enjoying the beautiful day. When Calvin appeared at the door, Max looked down to see a flushed face, eyes filled with desire, a small body quivering. He reached across to open the door. "Another circuit if you will, Calvin. It seems I have a naughty bottom to attend to before we enjoy our walk."

  "Papa!"

  "Certainly, Sir. Just rap on the roof when you're ready to stop."

  Closing the door, he looked again at Alexandria. "What happens to saucy little girls who argue with their Papas?"

  "They… they get punished. But, but he'll know!"

  "That's right. I will never hesitate to take care of you in whatever way you need, Lexie. You never need worry about anyone in my employ. It is understood that naughtiness is disciplined. Now, I have a nice outing planned for us, and want you to enjoy every moment. However, I have no intention of discussing the matter repeatedly. Perhaps a spanking will allow you to understand that it is I who makes the final decision of when and where to relieve you of your virginity."

  Her eyes widened, the color darkening, not with fear but with want. "Yes, Sir."

  He moved her to sit opposite him as he untied the curtains at the windows, drawing them closed. Patting his knees, he indicated where he wished her to position herself. She slowly stood, her stature allowing her to stand upright and take the one step necessary to be at his side.

  "I'm sorry, Papa. I-I didn't mean to be saucy."

  "Ah, but I believe you did. I believe my little one needs to understand that my wife also is under my rules. I believe she needs a spanking to release her excitement, to calm her. Lift your dress."

  Obeying, she pulled her dress and petticoats to her waist, her arms full of velvet and silk. Taking her arm, he guided her gently down across his knees. Running his hands over the ruffles of her drawers, he asked her a question. "Why is a grown woman wearing ruffled drawers?"

  Squirming, she answered, "Because though I am a grown woman, I am also your little one. I-I wear them to remind me that my Papa knows best, and to help me remember to be your good girl."

  Pleased with her answer, he gave her bottom another rub, his palm stopping over the slight protrusion he could feel between her cheeks. "You have other reminders as well, don't you?"

  A soft moan and another squirm preceded her answer. "Y-yes, Papa."

  "I'll always be here to remind you, Alexandria. You'll find yourself reminded of your choice of obedience and submission in many, many ways. For now, a spanking will be that reminder." He gave the plug a press, her body responding with a deep moan. "Lift up so Papa can bare your bottom."

  Her hips lifted as he gently pulled her new drawers down until they were at her ankles. The sight before him had his cock straining in his own underclothing. White silk stockings tied with blue ribbons high on her thighs and her clothing at her waist had her perfect little bottom framed beautifully. The pale cheeks were quivering, the plump expanse of her buttocks divided by the flange of her training plug. His finger reached to press against the plug before dropping to run around the rim of her stretched opening. She had the largest plug inside her, her pucker closed as tightly as it could as it held the plug inside.

  "You have taken to your anal training quite well," Max said, as he continued to stroke the stretched opening. "I'll be taking this virginity soon."

  "Yes, Papa." Her answer was soft, and yet her bottom lifted to press against his finger. She gasped as his hand slid down the cleft to find her sex.

  "Ah, not only do I have a saucy little girl across my lap, I have a very wet one as well." His fingers moved between the lips of her sex, her cream making the slide smooth. "And one who is very wanton." He tapped the tip of his finger against her clit, loving the gasp and moan she uttered, the squirming more pronounced. "But, as I said, it is not yet time. I have a bottom that needs its lesson."


  He removed his hand, lifting his fingers to his lips. Looking down, he saw her eyes widen as he slowly licked each one free of her cream. "You have so much yet to learn, little one."

  A soft smile appeared on her lips, her cheeks quite rosy.

  Patting her bottom once, he then lifted his hand and began to spank. Each swat echoed in the confined space. Each swat flattened the skin of her backside before lifting to move to another spot, her plump cheeks quivering as they accepted smack after smack until her bottom was churning, her flesh no longer pale nor pink, bright spots of crimson appearing as he concentrated several smacks on the center of each of her buttocks.

  "Ow, ow, Papa!" she finally cried, as a flurry of smacks were given to the underside of each cheek, turning her sit-spots red. "I'm sorry! Please, Papa… I'll be a good girl! Ow!"

  Max gave each cheek another smack before resting his hand on her bottom for a moment before helping her off his lap. He was pleased to see she didn't drop her dress, her lessons remembered. Knowing she'd need her hands for her apology, he reached out and took the fabric from her, lifting it a bit higher.

  "I'm sorry I was a naughty girl, Papa. Thank you for spanking my bottom." He nodded and she allowed her hands to cup her heated flesh, a look over her shoulder allowing her to finish her apology. "My bottom is hot and red, Papa."

  "Hot and red enough for you to remember your manners? Hurtful enough to have calmed you?"

  "Yes, Papa."

  "Then you may pull up your drawers." After she'd bent and pulled her drawers up, tying the bow at her waist, he lowered her clothing, his hands smoothing down the velvet. He reached up and knocked hard against the ceiling, signaling that the spanking was over, the park their next destination. Drawing her onto his lap, he felt her tuck her head beneath his chin, her hand moving to lie against his chest.

  "Thank you, Papa."

  "You're welcome, Lexie." He bent to kiss her hair, his arms wrapped around her. By the time the carriage stopped again, she was sitting up, her restlessness gone.

  "Are you ready for a walk?"

  "Yes, Papa." Though her face flushed when Calvin opened the door, she surprised her Papa yet again. "I'm sorry, Mr. Thompkins, for making you drive longer."

  Max thought his driver would be the first of his staff to be wrapped around Lexie's little finger. He shook his head, thinking about Charles's Claudia and their housekeeper. If he wasn't careful, his sweet Lexie could soon hold every member of his household in the palm of her hand.

  He helped her off his lap as Calvin assured her he hadn't minded at all and that he hoped she had a very nice walk. Max departed the carriage and turned to lift her down, taking her hand and leading her through the gates.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  They walked through the park, enjoying the sunshine. When he asked about her classes, Alexandria told him that she had looked forward to Constitution classes every day, and watching the vegetables beginning to show their green heads in the kitchen garden. She admitted that she was still a bit clumsy with embroidery but that she loved watching the design come alive.

  "It's like gardening, a bit. You know there are beautiful things just beneath the surface and it takes time for them to appear."

  "The best things in life are worth waiting for," Max said, giving her hand a squeeze where it was tucked into the crook of his arm.

  She blushed, understanding he meant for more than vegetables or embroidered flowers. Her bottom felt warm beneath her clothing, and yet it wasn't hurting. Instead, the reminder had her body heating inside as well, her desire hidden and yet waiting to bloom but only at the proper moment—the moment for her Papa to decide.

  Max bought ice cream at a stand and led her to a bench. The treat was delicious and she looked up to thank him again, but her words caught in her throat at the look in his eyes. Swallowing the bit of cream on her tongue, she suddenly thought of swirling her tongue around his cock. Her quim pulsed and she felt another rush of moisture. She could feel her cheeks flushing hotly as she heard his soft chuckle.

  "You are so beautiful," he said, having long since finished his cone. "I love watching you find pleasure in such a small thing." When her cheeks turned even more scarlet, he bent forward. "Or perhaps you are thinking of something in your mouth not quite so small or so cold?"

  "Papa!" Her eyes darted around as if to make sure no one had heard his remark.

  "As I said, I will always love watching you. Your face allows no thought to remain unknown. Before I ravish your mouth, finish your ice cream and tell me about your other classes."

  It took a moment for her to be able to do so. She was glad for the cold of the ice cream as it helped her to disguise the heat that threatened to consume her. He laughed as she told him how her Literature class was unlike any she'd ever heard of. "If we aren't providing words to define a word on the board, we're reading passages from various books and discussing how the female could be a better girl. I-I had no idea there were some books that were quite so…"

  "Saucy?" Max provided, drawing another blush from her. "Perhaps we shall read those together. I'll read sweet stories to you before you nap, but will enjoy sharing more erotic stories when we are in bed together. Do you think you'd enjoy continuing your studies of literature with me, Lexie?"

  Images of being curled up beside him, or perhaps cuddled on his lap in a large bed, with a book that was capable of making her loins wet had her nodding. "I'd love that, Papa."

  After a moment, she had finished her cone and he had wiped her lips with his handkerchief. As he put it away, she asked him a question. "Papa, you said when I take a nap. Does that mean I shall nap every day, even when I leave school?"

  "Yes, Lexie. You'll have your own nursery in our house." At her gasp, he took her hand and gave her knuckles a kiss. "You'll nap in your nursery but you'll be in our bed every night. You'll wake up every morning with me beside you."

  "Because I am both Lexie and Alexandria."

  "Yes, because you are giving me the gift of both parts of you."

  Nodding, she didn't protest as he took her hand and they continued their walk. She told him about her week at the school and about how she and Nanette had become friends. "She was just scared. I understand why now, and all of us are hoping that her Papa will see that she has changed. We want her to be as happy as we are."

  "That's very kind of you and your friends. This life is not always an easy one to live. Even with the love and support of a Papa and a husband, I fear it would be quite lonely if lived without the support of other women. I'm sure Judge Deardon will see the change immediately."

  "Papa, I don't want to be saucy, but when will you take me home?"

  "Will you not miss your friends?" Max teased.

  "I have their addresses. We've promised to ask our Papas if we can visit one another. Will that be allowed? I mean, once you do take me to your home?"

  "Our home, Lexie," he reminded. "Yes, that will be allowed. I have no intention of keeping you a prisoner, little one. We shall attend many functions outside our home as Lord and Lady Hollister and yet attend many more as Lexie and her Papa."

  Alexandria loved the sound of both her roles and was thrilled to hear that she'd still see her friends.

  Finishing their second circuit of the park, they paused at the gate. She didn't speak as she was content to just stand beside him, her hand covered by his. Though people moved around them, it was as if the park was theirs alone.

  "There's a café not far," he said, as he turned towards the gate. "Do you wish to take the carriage?"

  "No, I'd rather walk if that's all right with you, Papa."

  He gave her hand a squeeze and stopped by the carriage to inform Calvin they would be a while.

  "Papa, may we bring Mr. Thompkins back something? I hate for him to be all alone."

  Calvin smiled from where he was stroking the neck of one of the matched pair of coal black horses. "That's kind of you, Miss, but my wife prepared me a basket. I'll be fine. I'll occupy my
self with the newspaper and the goodies. Take all the time you wish."

  Satisfied that the man would not be lonely, she nodded, and the couple crossed the street to walk along the pavement, passing shop after shop, and yet she never paused to look inside at the merchandise offered. It didn't take long before they reached a small café that offered its patrons tables to sit outside, or ones inside if they so choose. She was happy when her Papa led her to a small table under the shade of a tree. Once seated, he ordered tea and biscuits.

  "I don't want to ruin your appetite for dinner, but you are still such a tiny thing."

  Her stomach gave a soft rumble and she giggled. Mrs. Yardley had been correct, she had grown used to eating more often and larger portions very quickly. As they waited for their order, Max took her hand across the table.

  "I have something for you," he said as he reached into his pocket.

  "Papa, you don't need to buy me gifts. All I need is you."

  "I think you need this as well," he said, as he handed her a small box, lifting the hand he held to his lips before releasing it.

  Alexandria smiled as she unwrapped the box. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw what was inside, her eyes brimming and then overflowing as she lifted her head to look across the table. "How, where… oh… oh, Papa." Jumping from her seat, she rushed around the table and threw herself into his arms. He hugged her tightly and then settled her onto his lap, Alexandria not caring if the other patrons thought it a bit scandalous. Taking the object from the box, he held it cupped in his palm.

  "You deserve to share your joy with your parents, Lexie."

  He opened the clasp of the chain and she lifted her hair so he could fasten it around her neck. Once closed, he reached to open the locket. Photos of her parents brought fresh tears and he gently wiped them away with his fingers. "Mrs. Hudson had removed the photos before Mueller sold it. She sent them to me after retrieving my card. I had every shop searched, every tinker questioned, until it was found. It belongs to you and only to you."

  Alexandria laid her head against his chest, her hand closed around the locket. It was the greatest gift she'd ever received because it had now been given to her by the two men in her life that she loved with her entire being. Knowing Max had gone to so much effort to return it to her had her heart filling. After a moment, she lifted her head and placed a kiss on his cheek.