Miss Summers' School (Lessons in Submission Book 1)

by Maggie Ryan

  "You are beautiful," he said, leaning forward to kiss her lips. He bent to remove her shoes and her stockings, her hands on his shoulders for support as each foot was lifted. Placing the clothing behind him on the chair, his hands spanned her waist, his thumbs sliding just beneath the waistband of her drawers. "You are beautiful and you are mine."

  She gasped as he bent forward and his lips opened to unerringly find her nipple, the taut bud pressing against the thin chemise. Her head fell back as he suckled it, his teeth biting lightly through the fabric.

  "Oh, Papa," she moaned as his head moved to kiss, suckle and gently bite her other nipple.

  His head lifted and he cupped her face again. "No, in this room, in our bed, I will be your husband in all ways. In this room only, you will call me by my Christian name, or Sir."

  "Yes… yes, Max," she said for the first time as he leaned forward to kiss her.

  "In this room, Alexandria, you're to be the wanton woman you are inside. These walls will hear your cries of passion as you allow yourself to take your pleasure. Punishment in this room will be harsher, more intimate—that of a husband for his wife. Your life outside of this room will be that of my little one. But here, in this room, beneath me or kneeling before me, you are all woman."

  She nodded, her knees beginning to quake as his words were spoken. Her hands reached of their own accord to the bow between her breasts. Hesitating for only an instant, she pulled, dropping the ribbon as it came undone.

  "I want you, Max. I-I need you."

  He pushed the fabric apart to bare her breasts, his head bending to repeat his earlier ministrations, this time on her naked skin. His fingers found the tie to her drawers, tugging the bow free and only then sitting back.

  "Take off your clothes. Let me see my bride."

  Obeying, she removed her chemise and drawers, her body growing hotter as he reached for both to add to the pile on the chair. His eyes raked over her and she felt as if a fire was ignited everywhere they touched. His finger moved to trace her lips.

  "These lips should always be swollen from my kisses and yet ready to open for my tongue or my cock." She gasped as he pulled her to him, the gentle hold replaced as he positioned her across his lap.

  "I want you desperate, my love," he said, as he rubbed his palm across her bare bottom. "I will always want this bottom a bit tender." He plunged his hand between her thighs, pushing her legs open. "I will always want this quim weeping in need." A finger flicked across her clit, her body contracting as the pleasure began to spiral up and up. "This clit red and swollen and aching for my touch, begging for the release only I shall ever give." She moaned as his hand left her sex and took hold of the flange between her cheeks. "I will always want this pucker trembling as you wonder if it will be left empty or filled with a plug. It will always be ready to open and be plundered by my cock."

  "Oh… oh, God," she moaned as he began to pull the plug from her body.

  "Ready, waiting and wanton, Lexie. That is how you are to be in this room." He worked the plug from her, setting it aside as her tight grip on the edges of the ottoman relaxed. "And, Lady Alexandria Madeline Bannister Hollister, you will not leave this room until your mouth, your quim and your arse have been filled with my seed. You will not leave until you have cried out your pleasure and begged me for more as I claim the gift you have given me. Is that understood?"

  "Yes… oh yes, Sir." Her body wanted to feel everything he had promised.

  "Are you ready to be free, are you ready to be my wanton wife? Is that what you wish?"

  "More than anything."

  "Open your legs, show me your wet cunny."

  Shudders ran through her alongside the jolts of current his order evoked. Her legs slid apart, allowing him complete access to her sex. Feather light touches of his fingers ran along her inner thighs.

  "My, you are wet. Your thighs are slick with your cream. For how long have you been wet, Lexie?"

  Heart hammering, she answered, "Since the first time you touched me."

  "The most perfect answer deserves the most perfect reward." Fingers slid between her lips to settle just inside her. She squirmed and pushed back as if attempting to swallow them deeper. Max chuckled as his fingertips stroked her velvet channel. "No, your barrier will be taken by one thing and one thing only. Tell me, what will fill your cunny, what will be pushed into you, stretching you, taking your maidenhead?"

  "Your… your cock, oh please, I-I need…"

  "To come? Do you need to spend? To take your pleasure?"

  "Yes, please… oh, Max, please."

  His fingers moved forward to stroke deeper inside. Withdrawing them, he ran them over her clit, which was already pulsing. Her entire body jerked and her head arched back and then fell forward as he lifted them away. "You'll learn to control yourself, Alexandria. You learn not to come until I give you permission. I might keep you on edge for hours." Her mews and her squirming had his cock protesting.

  "But not on your wedding night. Come for me, come hard." It only took a single stroke inside and a press against her bud before she screamed, her cunny clamping down hard around his fingers as her culmination overtook her.

  Max held her as she shook with pleasure, stroked her back and down across her buttocks until she calmed. Lifting her, he settled her on his knee, a hand behind her head as he brought her mouth down to his.

  "Teach me, Max. You've brought me such pleasure; teach me how to pleasure you." Her hand moved to press against his cock.

  His breath caught and he placed his hand over hers. "Kneel."

  Alexandria slid off his knees and went to hers. Her hands reached and undid his trousers. Though she had just experienced her pleasure, she found more as she removed his cock from his trousers. Her husband's hand stroked her cheek and then went to the back of her head.

  "This time is for pleasure, Alexandria. This time is for the both of us."

  Nodding, she bent forward and opened her mouth. His cock felt the same as it slid between her lips, and yet it also felt different. Her tongue slid across the tip, tasting the drops of pre-cum, swallowing the salty essence of him as she took him inside her mouth. Hearing him moan, she smiled around his cock as her hand dropped to the base, her fingers encircling as much of his shaft as they could.

  She and her friends had not spent every moment discussing literature, horticulture or fancy work. She'd learned a great deal as her friends shared how they felt when they spent intimate time with their Papas, times not only spent over laps getting their bottoms spanked. Using that forbidden knowledge, she gently stroked her hand up and down his shaft as her tongue licked every inch of his cock that she could reach. Her dummy had made her jaws and her tongue stronger, her suckling harder as she hollowed her cheeks and drew more into her mouth until the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat.

  She was by no means experienced, but she was eager to please. When she gagged a little, Max gently pulled her back.

  "Only as much as you can take, my love. There will be time for learning. Tonight is for pleasure."

  Her hand squeezed and stroked, her other one moving to cup his heavy testicles, squeezing very softly, the feel of him strange and yet welcome upon her palm. Coppery curls fell to hide her face as it bobbed up and down his length, taking every inch she could, a bit more every few strokes.

  "I'm going to come," Max said, as he felt his balls drawing up. "Look at me, Lexie." He was grateful for her instant obedience. "Keep your eyes on mine. Open your throat, take me as deep as you can."

  Responding, she relaxed her throat, fighting her urge to pull back. The cock in her hand jerked and she felt the first spurts of his seed fall onto the back of her tongue and down her throat. She began to panic as her mouth filled, but Max pulled back a little. His free hand moved to press gently against her cheek.

  "You're doing beautifully."

  She calmed and swallowed, then swallowed again. Pulling back gently, he kept his palm on her face as she opened her mouth and re
leased him. Drawing her up, her gathered her into his arms, lifting her as he stood, and carrying her to the bed. Pulling the bedcovers down, he set her onto the surface.

  Alexandria watched as he began to undress. The taste of him was still in her mouth, on her tongue, and yet she already wanted to taste him again. As he finished undressing, her breath caught. He was beautiful. His chest was broad and covered with a fine dusting of black hair. His waist was trim, his belly flat. A line of dark hair led from his navel to the curls around his cock. Even after she had pleasured him, it was not completely soft, twitching as she smiled.

  Max climbed into the bed, settling against the mound of pillows and pulling her to lie next to him. They sat together, the fire crackling. She smiled as she felt his fingers playing with her hair, memories of her father doing the same with mother's hair filling her heart. Turning, she smiled up at him.

  "I love you so much."

  "I love you more," he said, bending to kiss her. Again his kiss ignited her body and she moaned. Releasing her lips, he kissed her forehead. "Across my lap. I think I remember stating I wanted your beautiful bottom to always be a little tender."

  Without hesitation, she lay across his strong thighs, his cock pressing against her side. His palm ran across her bottom before lifting and smacking down. She smiled and wiggled; this type of spanking would always be welcomed. Within moments, she realized that even though it would always be welcome, her bottom still began to burn.

  Max chuckled. "Enjoy this spanking, for tomorrow's will not be so gentle."

  Her face turned back, her eyes glazed with desire and yet a question shining through. "Tomorrow? Do… do you mean like school?"

  "Yes, every week, every Sunday, will find you making an Atonement," he said, as his hand continued to rub and smack. "Little ones and wanton wives need to remember that their Papa and their husband expect the best. A weekly spanking will guarantee that this bottom won't ever forget."

  "Are… are there restraints here—in your bed?"

  "Our bed," he corrected, as he swatted her a bit harder. "Yes, you'll find a husband has many ways to restrain his wife." Another smack had her yelp, another caress had her moan. "Punishment and pleasure… both can be so much more intense when my beautiful bride has no hope of squirming away."

  Her sex pulsed and her buttocks tightened for a moment before she laid her head on the mattress again. She'd worry about what that might mean later. Tonight was all that mattered.

  His hand smacked across the center of her bottom and she gasped. "Are you burning elsewhere?" Moving his hand to delve between her legs, he answered his own question. With no need to support her, as she was supported by the bed, he used one hand to continue her spanking, the other to continue his play, until she was writhing across his lap, her legs scissoring apart before closing as if to trap the hand that was bringing her so close to her pleasure.

  Removing both hands, he flipped her over and moved above her, pulling her legs around his waist as he positioned his cock at her entrance. "It will hurt, but only for a moment, I promise."

  Nodding, she clasped his arms with her hands. "Take me, Max. Make me yours." As he pushed inside, she felt her cunny stretch as he slowly filled her. Gasping, she clenched and then saw his eyes. Keeping hers on his, she relaxed, releasing her bottom lip and nodding. The next thrust had her crying out, her hips lifting as he broke through her maidenhead. He stilled, allowing her to pass through the pain and adjust to his size. After a moment, he pressed forward slowly.

  "I-I don't think I can… you won't fit," she said, as he continued to move forward.

  "You can, and I will," he promised, and proved it a few moments later as she felts his balls nestle against her bottom. She released his arms only to put her arms around his neck as he lowered his head to suckle at her breasts. By the time he began to rock his hips, to thrust in and out, she was ready, her body arching to meet his every thrust until she was crying out in passion as she came.

  "Lexie," Max cried out as her tight cunny clamped around his cock, her muscles contracting along his entire length. He pulled back and began to fuck her harder, making his claim, marking her as his, roaring as he filled her with his seed. Breathing hard but not wishing to crush her, he rolled to his back, dragging her with him so that she lay against his chest, his cock still buried inside her.

  *****

  Their breathing slowly calmed as they lay together for the first time as man and wife. It was several minutes before Max realized that his bride had fallen asleep, her entire body soft against his. He carefully reached for the sheets, slowly dragging them over their naked bodies. He laid his head against the pillows, content to watch her sleep, her hair covering his chest.

  An hour later, she was still deeply asleep. He carefully moved her off his chest and she made the soft mew he loved so much as she turned onto her side. Lying down, he pulled her close, spooning the beautiful bottom that was still a bit warm against his groin, his cock stirring. He'd promised to take her everywhere a man could possess a woman and he smiled. He'd fulfill that promise, but they had time. Kissing her shoulder, he pulled the covers a bit higher and allowed himself to sleep as well.

  It was she who awakened him. He looked down to see her hand stroking along his cock, her mouth making tiny kisses across his chest. When he lifted a hand to the back of her head, she looked up and smiled. "Oh, I didn't mean to wake you."

  "Liars get their bottoms smacked," he said, popping his palm against her naked bottom before dragging her up to place a kiss on her lips. His hand roamed down her side and he was delighted when she giggled. "Ah, my girl is ticklish, is she?"

  "No!" she screeched, as he rolled to pin her on her back, her arms above her head captured in one of his, as his free hand traced down her sides from her armpits to her hip, her body twisting and her laughter filling the room. It was only when she was gasping that he relented, leaning down and capturing her mouth. Her arms went around his neck and the game became an adult one as he brought her back to the height of passion.

  He moved again, only long enough to reach for a small jar on the table. Her eyes widened as he bent and kissed the tip of her nose. "Turn over."

  She rolled onto her stomach and before he spoke, she reached back and pulled her buttocks apart. "Nothing is more beautiful that a wanton woman in her husband's bed," he said as he opened the jar. "You're a very quick learner, Lady Hollister." A soft moan and a small jerk met his coated fingers as he prepared her opening. A deeper moan was made as he pressed a finger and then another inside, coating her and scissoring his fingers to make sure she was ready. A third finger had her gasping and yet she pressed back to accept him.

  He removed his fingers and coated his cock liberally before setting the jar aside. "On your knees." She released her cheeks and moved to her knees, his hand guiding her down until her cheek rested on the pillow. Kneeling behind her, he stroked a hand down her back and across her bottom, feeling the tension in her body relax.

  "You are ready, Alexandria."

  "Yes… I am."

  Max pressed his cock against her opening and she pressed back against him. Every time she tensed, he stroked her back and her hips until she relaxed. Her ring slowly opened, her muscle stretching to allow him inside to take her last virginity. A sharp cry accompanied the entry of his cockhead into her body. Soft gasps and moans were uttered as he slowly filled her. Once he was fully seated, both hands caressed her softly, one moving beneath her to play with her breasts, the other to find her clit, stroking until she was pressing back against him, her cream dripping onto his hand.

  "Please, Max, please take me… make me yours."

  "Come for me, come with me." He began to move, slowly at first, but at her continued pleas, her presses against him, he thrust faster and harder, his hands and fingers never slowing as they brought her higher and higher until she screamed, her hands clutching the sheets, her body imploding as he drove inside to the hilt, filling her passage with hot jets of his seed. Her contract
ions continued to milk every inch of his cock, a velvet vise that had him groaning, lying over her, bracing his weight on his hands until he could draw a deep breath. Again he rolled, keeping her tucked against his side.

  "All of me belongs to you now," she whispered, her hand taking his and bringing it to her lips. "I give you every part of my body. I give you my heart and all of my soul. I will love you forever."

  Max had never felt so blessed and he kissed her neck. "You own me as well. I shall never let you go, for you hold my heart in your hands and my soul will forever more be wrapped around yours."

  Epilogue

  The next time she woke, it was to a room flooded with sunlight.

  "Good morning, sleepyhead." Max walked towards her, a large tray in his hands.

  "Good morning, Max," Alexandria said, her smile a bit shy as she remembered the wonderful night when she'd become his in all ways. "Aren't we going to be late for church?"

  He chuckled as he set the tray on the bedside table, removed his dressing gown and climbed in beside her. He bent to kiss her, helping her to sit against the headboard before placing the tray across his lap. "I believe God will forgive us today." He broke off a piece of scone and put a bit of butter on the end. "Open."

  She opened her mouth and as he fed her the bite, her lips closed around his fingertip. His smile had her quim moistening, her body preparing for whatever her husband wished.

  After a delicious breakfast, every bite eaten from his fingers, she was carried into the adjacent room to learn that sharing a tub was far more pleasurable when done with her husband. The water had long grown cold by the time he wrapped her in a towel, leading her back into the bedroom.

  At a knock, she stood up, her hair still piled on top of her head, the towel around her as Max went to open the door.

  He beckoned to Alexandria. "Come, little one, it's time."

  Looking past him to the door, she nodded. "Yes, Papa." Alexandria walked to him, her heart beating a bit faster as he bent to kiss her lightly, removing the towel to leave her naked.