Cherry’s Jubilee: Lessons in Submission, Book Two

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Charlotte Caulfield has spent her entire life feeling all alone, despite being surrounded by the members of a theatre troupe. On the night she first steps onto the stage, she experiences both mind numbing terror and hope – but her dreams of pursuing a career in music are quickly dashed. Thrown out into an alley simply for singing a song, she is hurt and frightened. Driven from her hiding place in her terror, she falls at the feet of a man who will change her life.

Lord Clayton Corsair had never again expected to see the angel who captured his soul when she sang the one song as an understudy. He’d attended the theater as a favor to his godparents but was so distracted, afterwards he couldn’t have told anyone what the play had been about. The moment the petite singer had lifted her eyes to his and he’d seen the terror and need in them, he’d been unable to think of anything else.

He only returns to the theater to retrieve a forgotten fan – but when a scream shatters the silence of the night and a hysterical woman flees from a nearby wagon, he has no choice but to offer his help. And it isn’t until he carries her to a circle of light that he realizes not only that she’s hurt, but who she is. Shocked to discover that this is the angel herself, he promises to take her to safety, but by the time he returns with a carriage, she has disappeared.

His life has already begun to shift, then it flips again when she reappears the next day. Clayton soon discovers that she may sing like an angel, but she fights and curses like a wild animal.

Will he truly be able to change her life, or is his godfather correct in saying that women are offered few choices in their world? Can a titled man understand the reality for a woman born to a lower class? Can she accept that he has no use for titles, or the silly expectations of the society he has been born into?

Charlotte will need to learn to trust, and to stop making assumptions about his intentions, but it’s hard when he treats her like a little girl in some ways, yet maintains a proper and polite distance in others.

Despite their instant mutual attraction, Charlotte and Clayton are determined to keep their baser needs from each other. Will that make them miss the opportunity to find what they’ve both been searching for?

With the help of Eleanor Summers and her students, Charlotte learns that life does offer choices – as long as she is willing to open her heart and take a chance.

Publisher’s Warning: This story contains scenes of discipline as well as explicit sex, including anal play. If these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
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Chapter One

Red velvet curtains descended, only to rise again a few moments later to reveal two characters of tonight’s performance standing at center stage. Though the audience applauded as the lead actor gave a courtly bow and Leticia Lovely dropped into a sweeping curtsey, it was almost embarrassing at their lack of enthusiasm. Clayton’s attention had been captured at the beginning of the play when an actress standing at center stage had begun to sing. From his seat in the theatre box, he’d been able to see what those seated further away would not notice. Though her voice was pure and each note sung with intense feeling, he could see her trembling. Her long ebony locks contrasted sharply with a face as pale as a ghost. She appeared so small all alone on the darkened stage, her hands twisting in the heavy brocade of her skirts. He’d felt a jolt when she lifted her head and their eyes met. Her expression was so raw with her fear that he’d felt an almost overwhelming desire to rush to her and assure her that her song was a priceless gift. He’d sat forward, smiled and given her a slight nod as if to wish to convey both encouragement and appreciation of the beauty of her voice. Wide eyes had remained locked with his for a single moment after the last note drifted away before the thunderous roar of applause had her freed her from her frozen stance and she bolted for the concealing darkness of the wing. Clayton had spent the remainder of the performance searching every face in every scene and yet the waif had not reappeared.

Hearing the scattered applause dissipating quickly Clayton saw the lead actress lift her lowered head to give a look of intense displeasure directed offstage. She didn’t rise until the theatre manager walked across the stage, a huge bouquet of red roses in his arms. Practically snatching them from him, she flashed the audience a smile, put her fingers to her lips before pursing them and tossing her hand toward the audience as she blew the kiss to her fans. The curtain’s heavy drapery settled against the wooden slats of the floor effectively bringing the production to an end.

"Thank you," Lady Dorothea Amstead said, turning to face her companion. "I don’t believe very many men would force themselves to pretend they are enjoying an evening."

"Is it that obvious?"

Dorothea laughed and put her hand on his arm. "You are a far better actor than those on stage tonight. You hid it very well but my Reginald owes you a huge favor. I dare say you lost interest after the first act."

"That might be true, but it was my pleasure to stand in for your husband. He’s a lucky man."

"Ah, I’ll make sure to tell him you said so," she teased. "Perhaps it might persuade him to be a bit more lenient the next time I’m naughty."

Clayton grinned and helped her into her cloak. "Now who’s the better actress? You have your husband wrapped about your little finger."

"True, but I’m just as often wrapping those fingers around his ankles as he blisters my backside." They both laughed as their companions stood.

"Come on, Clayton, old boy, it wasn’t that bad," Lord Lawrence Branford said with a chuckle. "Of course, if that Lovely woman ever leaves the stage, I’m sure she can find employment down at the docks. I have no problem imagining her voice rising above the other hawkers."

Lady Branford suggested gently, "I’m sure the poor woman has been told to project her voice so that those in the rear of the theatre can also enjoy her performance."

"Millie, you are too kind," Lawrence said as he helped her into her cloak. "I’d far rather she project it on the docks. At least that way, my poor eardrums wouldn’t have suffered quite so much. Believe me, I’m sure the very angels in the heavens were easily able to hear every note sung by that little mouse in the first act. She certainly didn’t have need to screech and it baffles me why she only had that one scene. What was her name?"

"Savannah Sweet," Millicent offered. "According to the playbill she’s the understudy."

"Well, that little thing could sing even if she did look as if she was about to topple over. I’ve never seen a performer bolt from the stage before the applause even began to wane."

Clayton nodded absently, his thoughts going to the vehement glance the diva had given. He could swear he’d seen a disembodied pale face in the dark shadows for a split moment before the man appeared to deliver the obligatory roses to the unappreciative diva.

"Are you okay?"

A hand patting his shoulder startled Clayton back to his present surroundings. "Yes, I’m fine, why?"

Lawrence chuckled, looking from Clayton to the stage and back again. "I’m afraid your little angel has flown away, my friend. You are stuck with just us mere mortals and we’d better get going before the entire theatre crowd empties onto the streets and we have to wait forever for a carriage. You know how quickly the restaurants fill."

The four enjoyed a dinner at The Rose, a popular spot for the after theater crowd. Several people stopped by their table to ask about Reginald’s injury. Prince, his favorite horse, had shied at a jump, throwing Reginald from the saddle and the fall had broken his leg. Clayton had stopped by to visit and see if he could be of any assistance.

"Yes, you could be of great assistance," Reginald had said. "My little Dottie is about to drive me mad with her hovering. I can’t even sigh before she is ready to send for the doctor. You can do me the huge favor of escorting her to the theater next week. It will give her a bit of a treat and me some peace and quiet."

Dorothea had stood, hands on her hips, protesting he must have cracked his head if he thought she’d leave his side when he was ill.

Clayton had grinned. His god parents had been very close friends of his family ever since he was boy and their deep love for each other was evident to all who knew them. Clayton was privy to the fact that their love included a dynamic of dual roles for the both of them. Reginald was both a loving husband and a strict Papa and Dorothea was his adoring wife and his cherished little one. It had taken a great deal of self-control not to chuckle when he heard Reginald state that invalid or not if his little one was going to be naughty, he’d turn her over his knee for an attitude adjustment. It had been amusing to hear Reggie bluster and Dorothea flush, her eyes sparkling as she turned to her godson stating she’d be very pleased to attend the theater with him.

As the four enjoyed dessert, Dorothea and Millie talked about the wedding invitation of Judge Jacob Deardon and Nanette Olsen they’d received earlier that week. "I’m so happy to know that the wedding wasn’t pushed back," Dorothea said, "she’s been working so hard and will graduate soon."

"I remember being both excited and scared to leave Miss Summers’ school," Millie said with a soft smile. "I couldn’t seem to decide whether to giggle or cry."

Lawrence leaned over and kissed his wife’s cheek. "As I recall, you did a bit of both, my dear. I also recall you seemed unable to stop smiling for a month."

Clayton smiled when Millie reached up a hand to lay against her husband’s cheek. "That’s because you make me the happiest woman in the world."

"You made such a beautiful bride, Millie, and I’m sure Nanette will as well. I believe there is the perfect mate for everyone and the sooner you find yours the longer you’ll have to share that happiness and love. Everyone should be that happy, don’t you agree, Clayton?" Dorothea asked.

Clayton grinned and shook his head. "You are an intelligent woman, Lady Amstead, but subtlety is not your forte."

"You are the last of the hold-outs, you know. Nothing is more priceless than loving a woman who returns that love and gifts you with her complete submission," Lawrence said, the smile he directed to his own special bride testifying to the love he had found. He chuckled. "A love that grows stronger every single day even when the little minx knows her naughtiness will have her face down and bottom up while she pays for that naughtiness."

"Papa," Millie gasped, her face flushing even as she giggled.

"Just stating the truth, my love," Lawrence said, bending and placing another kiss on his wife’s cheek before turning back to Clayton. "There is far more to life than the next business deal, my friend. The perfect woman will complete you in ways you can’t truly imagine When you going to join us and settle down?"

Clayton didn’t answer immediately. It wasn’t as if he’d never considered marrying as he watched his friends walk down the aisle, one after another. A pale face with huge eyes flashed across his mind. He took a sip from his glass before answering. "Women like Dorothea, Millie, and Nanette are rare. When I find someone as wonderful and as special as you have, I won’t let her go. Until I do, I have absolutely no interest in wasting my time with women who have no inkling what it means nor the desire to be discover the fulfillment of submission. The choice to live a life outside the boundaries of what the majority of society accepts is not a game to me. I’m still praying to find that one soul who craves both a man to teach her all the delicious ways of pleasure as well as one strong enough to keep her arse well-striped when necessary."

Dorothea reached out and took Clayton’s hand. "Exactly right, my dear boy. Find the one woman who takes your very breath away and I promise, you’ll be as happy as my Reginald and I are." Clayton placed a kiss on the back of her hand and promised he would.

"Now, I’ve had quite the lovely evening but I miss my own Papa."

"Then I shall take you to him," Clayton assured her. They said their goodbyes to Lawrence and Millie as they climbed into the first carriage before helping Dorothea into a second carriage. They chatted about the performance during the trip to her home.

"I know you might think me as being silly," Dorothea said, taking her godson’s hand, "yet I have the most compelling feeling that Miss Sweet is all alone in the world despite being in a large theater troupe. It makes me sad to think she has no one to take care of her."

"How could I think you silly when you have such a good heart?" Clayton assured her. "But we don’t know anything about her life. For all we know she is not only wed but has a passel of children."

"I suppose it’s possible," she allowed, "but I still think she has no one. I feel so blessed that I have my Papa to take care of me. It frightens me to think of being all alone."

Clayton put his arm around her and pulled her close to his side. "I know how scared you were about Reggie’s accident, sweetie, but he is going to be fine."

Dorothea swiped a tear from her cheek. "I suppose I’m just being silly but I just wish everyone could find the happiness I have. Especially you, my boy."

"Don’t worry about me. I have a good life and one day perhaps I’ll find my own special Dottie." The two sat in comfortable silence for several minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.

Clayton helped her from the carriage after arriving at her townhouse. "Oh, no," she said as he tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow.

"What’s the matter?"

"I fear I must have left my fan in the box. I know it’s just a fan but it was a gift Reginald gave me the first time we attended the theater. I’ve carried it to every performance since."

"Don’t worry, I’ll return to the theater and retrieve it."

"No, it’s so late?"

"Performers are known for keeping late hours. It’s not a bit of bother."

Dorothea smiled as he walked her up the steps. "I’ll accept your generosity," she said. "If you see that little angel who sang, tell her I thank her for the gift of her song."

"You are adorable trying to play matchmaker, Dottie. What would Reginald say?"

"He wants you to be happy, Clay, just as I do. Thank you for tonight, I had a marvelous time."

The butler informed them that Lord Amstead was waiting in the parlor. Clayton watched as Dottie flew across the room but then sank slowly down onto her Papa’s lap, careful of the leg propped on an ottoman. Promising to visit again soon, Clayton returned to the carriage and asked to be driven to the Royale Theater.

"You are a few hours late," the driver said. "The theater is bound to be closed and it’s not a safe place to be this time of night."

"I’ll take my chances," Clayton said as he held out some bills. The driver took the money, mumbling under his breath. Clayton ignored him, climbing into the carriage and thinking about the life he was living and the love that was missing from it. He thought about the light in Dorothea’s eyes and her soft voice saying she’d missed her Papa. He’d watched as Reggie had pulled her close and asked his darling Dottie to tell him all about her evening. His friends were right. What was the value of money when he went home to an empty house every night?

"Wait here," Clayton said once they’d arrived. The theatre was indeed dark and his knock on the front door produced no results. He sighed realizing he’d been counting on the fact that performers were well known for keeping late hours. Stepping back down the steps he remembered there had to be a stage door. It was worth a try. He walked to the corner and turned down into the narrow walkway. The evening had grown considerably colder and he pulled his coat more tightly around him. It was incredibly dark, the gaslights doing little to pierce the blackness and not even a flicker of light reached into the recesses of the alley to softly illuminate a back entrance. Despite feeling his chance of success slipping away, he continued down the alley, walking close to the wall as several wagons took up more than half the space, bulky crates rising from their beds. The only sound other than his footsteps was the occasional flap of some covering not yet secured.

His pounding on the door produced the same results. He turned to retrace his steps back to the carriage. He’d have to return tomorrow. It was after two in the morning, what had he expected? Anyone with any sense would be in bed or at least off the street. He made it halfway back when he paused thinking he’d heard something. Seeing nothing in front of him, he turned to scan behind him. Forget his earlier thought about every resident being tucked snugly into bed. Criminals certainly weren’t concerned about such things. No, they’d be far more concerned about men who were too damn stubborn to use common sense. Movement drew his eye as something ran towards the wagons followed by another streak.

A sudden scream froze him in place as he watched a tarp lift and something fly from beneath it, stumbling over the edge of the wagon to get caught up in a trailing rope. "No, no, shit," preceded another squeal as the figure got loose of the rope only to trip over her skirts to fall to her hands and knees. Sobs echoed and he instantly stepped forward, cursing when the sounds of claws scrabbling over cobblestone was joined by hissing.

"Are you hurt?" he asked as he took another step to the form huddled on the ground."

The woman’s answer was to shake her head but her sobs increased in volume. The utter terror Clayton heard had him dropping to a knee. "Shh, you’re safe. It’s only a cat."

She pushed herself to her knees. "Rats? bloody rats," she corrected, her entire body trembling. Her hands gripped his coat as if terrified he’d release her into some swarming mass of rodents. A sharp squeal and a loud feline howl confirmed her words. "Fuck!" she screeched as she attempted to climb up his body.

Clayton rose to stand, pulling her up with him. He was a bit surprised when she squealed, the tone one of surprise and he realized he had just popped her bottom. "Don’t curse, young lady." He had a brief moment of wondering why he felt the need to correct this stranger. Perhaps it was simply because she’d wrapped her legs the best she could around his waist and his hands were now cupping her bottom to support her weight. Despite the heavy fabric of her skirts, he instinctively knew her bottom was nicely rounded and would fit perfectly in his palms. Though he was reluctant to set her onto her feet, he realized the impropriety of holding her as he was. His attempt to put her down only had her hands moving to lock around his neck. He jerked a bit at the ice cold touch of her fingers. "It’s okay, I think the cat has found his supper."

"No!"

"Okay, shh, you’re going to be fine." She buried her face in his neck with another scream as another rat darted from beneath the nearest wagon, the cat leaving its meal to give chase. "Damn filthy varmints," he said loudly. Turning, he strode to the end of the alley, his bundle secured in his arms, not stopping until he stood under the closest lamp.

"Christ!" he said when he realized that the carriage he’d asked to wait was no longer in the street. A tightening of her arms and legs had him soothing her again. "No, it’s okay. No more rats or cats, I promise."

She said something, the words muffled by his clothing but he grinned understanding she was informing him that he was cursing. Sighing, he shifted her slightly as he looked up and down the deserted street. "The carriage is gone. We’re going to have to walk."

Slowly her head lifted, her head turned away before swiveling to look in the opposite direction. "Walk?"

Clayton was about to respond when the light illuminated her face and his breath caught. "You are hurt," he said only to have her gasp and attempt to bury her face again. "No, let me see."

"No," she said, her head burying even deeper.

"Honey, you are hurt, let me look." A vigorous shaking of her head was her answer. Clayton sighed. His patience had been stretched to its limit. "Do you need a spanking first?" He almost chuckled when she gasped and shook her head even more vigorously as a muffled ‘no’ managed to escape.

"Then let me see, I promise not to hurt you."

She lifted her head only long enough to give him a look that had his chest tighten. "You span? spanked?" Her words were broken but he understood her though he didn’t exactly understand the almost all consuming wave of desire that rushed through him.

"No, I only gave you a warning swat. I’ll only spank you if you continue to be a naughty little girl." When she didn’t immediately fight to be released, he continued. "I’m going to put you down."

"No!" she moaned, gripping him harder.

"Shh, just for a moment, little one. I want to make sure you okay." He didn’t say he wanted to make sure she wasn’t hurt because it was quite obvious she was. The left side of her face was hidden beneath thick theatrical makeup and dirt but the right side was streaked with blood as well. Her right cheek was swollen and a laceration along her cheekbone almost reached her eye.? Seeing that her lip was split told him why her few words had been a bit hard to understand. His blood started to race through his veins at the thought of someone taking their fist to this small woman. Suddenly, he realized who she was. This broken little bird was the same woman who had sung like a nightingale only hours previously.

"I promise I have no desire to cause you more pain. But, as you can see, we are a bit stranded. No one is answering the door to the theater and it isn’t prudent to continue just standing here. I need to see if I need to take you to the hospital before I escort you home." He paused and then teased, "Besides, sweetie, you are strangling me."

"Oh," she said, releasing her iron grip. "Sorry." She winced with the effort of speaking

"Shh, it’s fine. Now, I’m going to put you on your feet, okay?" A soft nod against his neck was her answer and he bent his knees and set her down. It took another moment before she released him and though she stood, he could feel her trembling. Though it was May, an unseasonal cold front had been plaguing the city for days. Keeping one arm around her waist, he managed to get his coat off and draped it around her before gently cupping her chin and turning her face up into the meager light. Pulling his handkerchief from his pocket, he gently pressed it to her lips to staunch the blood that had begun to seep again. He gritted his teeth and wanted to demand to know what happened when tears began to slide down her cheeks, looking almost silver as they tracked through the dirt and makeup. "Ah, little one, don’t cry," he said huskily, "I know it hurts but it’s going to be fine, I promise. I don’t think you need a hospital, just a bath and some care. Let’s get you home."

The tears became a torrent as she flung herself into his chest and sobbed that she had no home, not anymore. Hearing the sound of horse hooves, Clayton looked down the street and raised his hand to flag down the carriage only to have his efforts ignored as the carriage turned the corner at the end of the block.

"Damn, he didn’t see us. Do you think you can walk a bit? We might have better luck on the next street." Clayton set her away from him and realized her teeth were chattering. "No, you are about to collapse. Stay here under the light. I’ll bring the carriage to you."

"No? rats?"

"Won’t come into the light," he assured her as he eased her down to sit, her back against the lamp post and squatting down beside her. He pulled his coat a bit tighter around her, turning up the collar.

"Please?"

"Promise me you won’t move from this spot and I’ll promise to be quick, okay?"

At her reluctant nod, he bent forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. "That’s my girl. I’ll be back and we’ll have you warm in a jiffy." It was extremely hard to leave her but it was starting to drizzle and he knew there would be even less a chance of finding a carriage as the weather worsened. He began to walk as quickly as he could, looking back to see the small huddled shape in the pool of light before he reluctantly turned the corner to look down the next street. The quicker he got Miss Sweet home?what had she meant when she said she had no home? Shaking off that and other questions that were flying inside his head, he began to pick up his pace as the rain grew heavier. He’d get her somewhere safe, the rest could wait. Hearing the clatter of hooves, he began to run towards the next block.

His search took him several blocks before frantically waving arms and yelling caught the attention of two men standing next to a carriage. His breath was visible in the cold air as he began to speak but was interrupted immediately.

"Sir, are you all right?" a man in a uniform asked when Clayton arrived to stand next to them.

"Yes, I’m fine. I need to go to the Royale Theater."

"Sir, they are?"

"Closed, yes, I know but a woman’s been hurt."

"William, take the gentlemen to the theater, I’ll meet you there." The constable didn’t wait for William’s agreement as he mounted his horse and quickly disappeared down the street.

"Here, let me?"

"No, no, stay there," Clayton said. He was already wet and ignored the carriage door, climbing up to the seat. He waited while William removed the feed bag hanging around the horse’s neck, tucking it away underneath the seat before climbing up beside Clayton.

"I’m sorry?"

"It’s fine. I’m just grateful to have found you. She’s at the mouth of the alley next to the theater under the light."

"I’ll have you there as quick as old Bess can run." He called out to his horse as he flicked the reins and the carriage pulled away. Clayton braced his feet and rubbed his hands together to warm them. God it was miserable and cold as a witch’s teat tonight.

They turned the corner and Clayton saw the constable still astride his horse. Why hadn’t he dismounted? Unable to see past the horse, he vaulted from the bench as soon as the carriage stopped. Running towards the lamp post, he came to an abrupt stop when he saw the pool of light and nothing else. Swiveling his head, he looked in all directions.

"I’m afraid there was no one here, Sir," the constable said.

"She was here! She promised to stay right here until I came back to get her."

The constable cleared his throat and shook his head. "I hate to state the obvious, Mr?"

"Corsair, Lord Clayton Corsair."

"Lord Corsair, may I ask what you are doing out so late in a place better left alone after the performance is done? You look as if you’ve been in a fight."

Clayton looked down to see his white shirt smudged with dirt and darker splotches he knew must be blood. One knee of his trousers was ripped from where he’d torn them kneeling on the rough cobblestones in the alley. Ignoring his appearance, he explained even as his eyes searched every shadow for the young woman.

"I attended the performance tonight and returned for a fan accidentally left behind in our box."

"I see, and this woman you said was hurt?"

"Look, the carriage I hired left me stranded here. I was in the alley and this woman was hiding under those wagons." Clayton paused, tired and cold and not just a little pissed he was standing here in the rain explaining himself. "I recognized her from the play. She was hurt?"

"Ah, an actress you say?"

"Yes, an actress. What the bloody difference does that make? I’m telling you, someone had struck her. She was bleeding and terrified."

"And you just wanted to what? Play the part of a knight in shining armor? Take her home and offer her comfort?"

Clayton didn’t like where this was going. "I hope you aren’t suggesting?"

"Where is your coat, sir?"

"She was cold and?"

"And being a gentleman, you gave it to her didn’t you?" At Clayton’s nod, he continued. "Lord Corsair, you were set up. I see it all the time. I have no doubt that you believed you were simply helping the young woman but I assure you, it was nothing but an act."

"But her cheek and mouth were cut?"

"Sir, you are standing in front of the Royale Theater. I’m sure there are hundreds of pots of makeup inside. Go home, Lord Corsair. Go home and consider yourself lucky that her accomplice didn’t attack you to steal more than a coat?" The constable paused and shook his head as Clayton began to pat at his pockets. "Don’t tell me, your wallet is missing?"

"Yes, it was in my coat."

"If you’d care to make a report?"

"No," Clayton said, "Forget it. Like you said, I was a fool to be in this part of town at this hour. I’m sorry to have bothered you."

"No bother at all, Sir." The constable waited until Clayton gave his address to the driver, this time climbing inside the carriage.

Despite the evidence, he couldn’t believe he’d been so gullible. He supposed the injuries could have been makeup. Her terror about the rats had seemed so real and yet she was an actress. What he found hardest to believe was that the look in her eyes when he’d set her onto her feet and wrapped his coat around her. She’d looked so grateful. When he’d kissed her forehead, her eyes had widened and her small hand had reached up to lay against his chest over his heart. God, he’d been such a fool. Forget about that one swat against her backside. He didn’t need the constable to dole out justice. He knew exactly where Miss Sweet worked and the next time he returned to the theater it would be with a paddle tucked into his pocket instead of his missing wallet. The woman had sung like an angel on the stage but he was far more interested in hearing her sing to the tune of rapid strokes beating a tempo against her bared bottom.

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  1. Laurel Lasky

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Laurel Lasky

    What a marvelous book, it was a reunion with old friends, and delightful new ones. Charlotte was rescued by Lord Clayton when thrown in an alley by a jealous woman, Lord Clayton treats Charlotte like a little girl and she learns to trust after a difficult life. They develop a relationship and Cherry is also a gifted musician playing the piano and having the voice of an angel. The feelings and emotions are beautifully described and find myself drawn in and cannot put down until the finish and then I hate that there is no more. The story had Ageplay, erotic sex, romance, spanking and more. I only hope that there will be more books in this fabulous series.

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  2. Marybeth Renn

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Marybeth Renn

    This is the second book about Miss Summers’s school. Clayton is looking for a little girl. All of his friends have wives or fianc?e’s of their own. When he goes to the theatre, he meets Charlotte. Charlotte has been kicked out of her theatre group. Clayton finds her, traumatized. He loses her, but then she comes back to his house to return his coat. She is sick and he has her put to bed. He gradually convinces her that he cares for her and wants her in his home. He nicknames her Cherry after he spanks her for the first time. He finds out that she is a gifted pianist and vocalist. Clayton falls more in love her and he wants her as his little girl and his wife. But, he wants her to want it as well. To introduce her to the lifestyle, he arranges for her to be the music teacher at Miss Summers’s school. Cherry is intrigued.

    I loved this next book in this series. It is somewhat different in that Clayton wants Cherry whether she chooses to be his little or not. We also get to see what is going on with other young ladies we have met in previous stories. We also have more of an idea how this lifestyle works in real life. I give this 5 stars!

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    Rated 5 out of 5

    JJ

    Each time I begin a new Maggie Ryan story, I swear I cannot not possibly love it as much as the last one I read. But once again, I have been proved wrong. Cherry’s Jubilee was absolutely incredible and will join the rotation of books I read again and again. I loved Cherry’s character, and the combination of innocence, naivety and sass that makes her the kind of heroine only Maggie Ryan can write. And Clayton was incredible. I loved his willingness to let Cherry be whoever she needed to be, to make her own choices, and his promise to love her no matter who she chose to be. Added to these marvelous characters is the bonus of getting to go back to Miss Summers’ school, to reconnect with her, and the girl that live there and see the next steps in some of our old friend’s lives. Honestly, I do not have the words to share how much I loved this story, it kept me entranced from beginning to end, and I simply cannot wait for the next book from Maggie Ryan!

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  4. SH

    Rated 5 out of 5

    SH

    I adored this book! What a great story! My heart hurt for Charlotte but by the end I was cheering her on! She had some spunk when she came into her own and Clay hit the jackpot when he rescued her. Loved everything about it and this is one I will read again!

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  5. SH

    Rated 5 out of 5

    SH

    I adored this book! What a great story! My heart hurt for Charlotte but by the end I was cheering her on! She had some spunk when she came into her own and Clay hit the jackpot when he rescued her. Loved everything about it and this is one I will read again!

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  6. Tina

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Tina

    This is the second book in the series but can be read standalone (I haven??t read the first one).

    I really enjoyed this book. It starts in a whirlwind meeting of Clayton and Charlotte in a back alley, where Charlotte appears to be in trouble but then disappears when Clayton returns from retrieving help. Clayton begins to doubt if she had ever been in need after a constable begins to convince him that he was probably being scammed.

    After he finds her again, Clayton takes Charlotte in and gives her a chance to change her life. As he gets to know her he begins to see a possibility of a future with her, but wants to make sure that she makes the choice without feeling indebted.

    I like the angle where Charlotte becomes a music teacher at Miss Summer??s school, as it gave her a change to learn about what being a little one is about, but also allowed us to see her struggle with keeping discipline with her class when she is unable to act on their behaviour.

    I would recommend this book.

    I received this as an ARC for an honest review.

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  7. Tina

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Tina

    This is the second book in the series but can be read standalone (I haven’t read the first one).

    I really enjoyed this book. It starts in a whirlwind meeting of Clayton and Charlotte in a back alley, where Charlotte appears to be in trouble but then disappears when Clayton returns from retrieving help. Clayton begins to doubt if she had ever been in need after a constable begins to convince him that he was probably being scammed.

    After he finds her again, Clayton takes Charlotte in and gives her a chance to change her life. As he gets to know her he begins to see a possibility of a future with her, but wants to make sure that she makes the choice without feeling indebted.

    I like the angle where Charlotte becomes a music teacher at Miss Summer’s school, as it gave her a change to learn about what being a little one is about, but also allowed us to see her struggle with keeping discipline with her class when she is unable to act on their behaviour.

    I would recommend this book.

    I received this as an ARC for an honest review.

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  8. firefly

    Rated 5 out of 5

    firefly

    The book was very very sweet. Charlotte was virtually homeless then Clayton stumbled upon her. He took her home and quickly discovered that he needed her. He behaved like a perfect gentleman and gave her a home with him a job and loving discipline. Their relationship was a very loving one, even before they expressed their feelings to each other.

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  9. firefly

    Rated 5 out of 5

    firefly

    The book was very very sweet. Charlotte was virtually homeless then Clayton stumbled upon her. He took her home and quickly discovered that he needed her. He behaved like a perfect gentleman and gave her a home with him a job and loving discipline. Their relationship was a very loving one, even before they expressed their feelings to each other.

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  10. Redrabbitt

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Redrabbitt

    This is the second book in the Lessons in Submission series and does not disappoint. It is nice to see several people from the first book and to go back to Miss Summer??s school. This is a beautiful Victorian age-play with a wonderful cast of characters, entertaining dialog, just the right amount of angst, discipline and ends with a wonderful HEA scenario. Lord Clayton Corsair has watched his dearest of friends and family all find their special relationships and marriages and questions whether he will ever find that special little one to be his wife someday. But one night and fate, rescuing a damsel in distress, turns out to be her saving him. Charlotte Caulfield is a very talented 19-year old who can play the piano and sing beautifully. Jealousy of a stage diva puts her in danger and fear until she is rescued by her knight in shining armor. Nothing is better than being awake and realizing your dreams do come true. I look forward to more stories in this exciting erotic series.

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  11. Redrabbitt

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Redrabbitt

    This is the second book in the Lessons in Submission series and does not disappoint. It is nice to see several people from the first book and to go back to Miss Summer’s school. This is a beautiful Victorian age-play with a wonderful cast of characters, entertaining dialog, just the right amount of angst, discipline and ends with a wonderful HEA scenario. Lord Clayton Corsair has watched his dearest of friends and family all find their special relationships and marriages and questions whether he will ever find that special little one to be his wife someday. But one night and fate, rescuing a damsel in distress, turns out to be her saving him. Charlotte Caulfield is a very talented 19-year old who can play the piano and sing beautifully. Jealousy of a stage diva puts her in danger and fear until she is rescued by her knight in shining armor. Nothing is better than being awake and realizing your dreams do come true. I look forward to more stories in this exciting erotic series.

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  12. Marybeth Renn

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Marybeth Renn

    This is the second book about Miss Summers\’s school. Clayton is looking for a little girl. All of his friends have wives or fiancée\’s of their own. When he goes to the theatre, he meets Charlotte. Charlotte has been kicked out of her theatre group. Clayton finds her, traumatized. He loses her, but then she comes back to his house to return his coat. She is sick and he has her put to bed. He gradually convinces her that he cares for her and wants her in his home. He nicknames her Cherry after he spanks her for the first time. He finds out that she is a gifted pianist and vocalist. Clayton falls more in love her and he wants her as his little girl and his wife. But, he wants her to want it as well. To introduce her to the lifestyle, he arranges for her to be the music teacher at Miss Summers\’s school. Cherry is intrigued.

    I loved this next book in this series. It is somewhat different in that Clayton wants Cherry whether she chooses to be his little or not. We also get to see what is going on with other young ladies we have met in previous stories. We also have more of an idea how this lifestyle works in real life. I give this 5 stars!

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  13. Laurel Lasky

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Laurel Lasky

    What a marvelous book, it was a reunion with old friends, and delightful new ones. Charlotte was rescued by Lord Clayton when thrown in an alley by a jealous woman, Lord Clayton treats Charlotte like a little girl and she learns to trust after a difficult life. They develop a relationship and Cherry is also a gifted musician playing the piano and having the voice of an angel. The feelings and emotions are beautifully described and find myself drawn in and cannot put down until the finish and then I hate that there is no more. The story had Ageplay, erotic sex, romance, spanking and more. I only hope that there will be more books in this fabulous series.

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  14. Katy Beth McKee

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Katy Beth McKee

    Charlotte and Clayton – She reaches a special place in Clayton’s heart almost from the beginning. But in trying to give her choices so she doesn’t feel pressured he almost creates the opposite effect. Because he isn’t communicating her feelings it feeds her fears and insecurities. But she slowly learns her worth and I loved all the little special things he does for her and how his friends also reach out to show their care for Charlotte. Finally, he realizes he can move forward and declare his feelings so they can move forward and assure that both of them have the very best in life.

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  15. Katy Beth McKee

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Katy Beth McKee

    Charlotte and Clayton – She reaches a special place in Clayton\’s heart almost from the beginning. But in trying to give her choices so she doesn\’t feel pressured he almost creates the opposite effect. Because he isn\’t communicating her feelings it feeds her fears and insecurities. But she slowly learns her worth and I loved all the little special things he does for her and how his friends also reach out to show their care for Charlotte. Finally, he realizes he can move forward and declare his feelings so they can move forward and assure that both of them have the very best in life.

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  16. Stylie Kidd

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Stylie Kidd

    In Cherry??s Jubilee, the second Installment of her popular ???lessons in submission?? series, Maggie Ryan writes a beautiful and erotic story of a Victorian gentleman who becomes smitten with an impoverished waif with the face of an angel, the voice of a diva and the mouth of a gutter snipe. He rescues her from her dangerous life and vows to keep her safe and protected in his elegant manse. His protection also includes lessons in submission and spankings for bad behavior. Although their arrangement is mutual, he promises there will be no expectations of physical contact beyond those punishments.

    Ryan weaves a wonderful tale of discovery and love as our musically gifted heroine is molded by the handsome ???sir?? whom she learns to adore and obey. When he sends her to Miss Summers school to work with the pupils there, she finally understands the level of submission her handsome, dominant man wants in his life.

    A pleasure to read from start to finish, this story is as intelligent and insightful as is it is erotic and exciting. I would highly recommend it, but be warned, you may never look at cherries the same way again! Five stars!!!

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  17. Stylie Kidd

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Stylie Kidd

    In Cherry’s Jubilee, the second Installment of her popular “lessons in submission” series, Maggie Ryan writes a beautiful and erotic story of a Victorian gentleman who becomes smitten with an impoverished waif with the face of an angel, the voice of a diva and the mouth of a gutter snipe. He rescues her from her dangerous life and vows to keep her safe and protected in his elegant manse. His protection also includes lessons in submission and spankings for bad behavior. Although their arrangement is mutual, he promises there will be no expectations of physical contact beyond those punishments.

    Ryan weaves a wonderful tale of discovery and love as our musically gifted heroine is molded by the handsome “sir” whom she learns to adore and obey. When he sends her to Miss Summers school to work with the pupils there, she finally understands the level of submission her handsome, dominant man wants in his life.

    A pleasure to read from start to finish, this story is as intelligent and insightful as is it is erotic and exciting. I would highly recommend it, but be warned, you may never look at cherries the same way again! Five stars!!!

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  18. anon

    Rated 5 out of 5

    anon

    It??s wonderful to be back in the world Ryan has created for her Littles and Papas. This story is different from the others since Papa Clayton is such a gentle papa. He meets Charlotte when she is in great need of rescue and, like all good papas, Clayton comes to her rescue and makes all things right. This new couple blends in smoothly with the other families we??ve come to know and love. Miss Summer is still a strong influence and guiding light. This story works as a stand alone, but I strongly recommend the entire series. Ryan has created an entire community and it is well worth visiting,

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  19. anon

    Rated 5 out of 5

    anon

    It’s wonderful to be back in the world Ryan has created for her Littles and Papas. This story is different from the others since Papa Clayton is such a gentle papa. He meets Charlotte when she is in great need of rescue and, like all good papas, Clayton comes to her rescue and makes all things right. This new couple blends in smoothly with the other families we’ve come to know and love. Miss Summer is still a strong influence and guiding light. This story works as a stand alone, but I strongly recommend the entire series. Ryan has created an entire community and it is well worth visiting,

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  20. Margaret Corcoran

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Margaret Corcoran

    I loved this book. It is sweet, funny and a really good read. It tells the story of the meeting of Clayton and Cherry and tells of the start of their relationship as they fall in love. Miss Ryan has never let me down and she certainly does not with this one. This book is a different prospective on the relationship between a new daddy and his child wife. I highly recommend it.

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  21. Margaret Corcoran

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Margaret Corcoran

    I loved this book. It is sweet, funny and a really good read. It tells the story of the meeting of Clayton and Cherry and tells of the start of their relationship as they fall in love. Miss Ryan has never let me down and she certainly does not with this one. This book is a different prospective on the relationship between a new daddy and his child wife. I highly recommend it.

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  22. Beth Miles

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Beth Miles

    Well, Maggie Ryan does it again. This one is full of spanking and spice and done in a sweet way. Set in Victorian times, Lord Clayton rescues Charlotte from a very difficult life. The author sets the tone just right with characters that draw you in. Sexy and sweet all at the same time. Light age play.

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  23. Beth Miles

    Rated 5 out of 5

    Beth Miles

    Well, Maggie Ryan does it again. This one is full of spanking and spice and done in a sweet way. Set in Victorian times, Lord Clayton rescues Charlotte from a very difficult life. The author sets the tone just right with characters that draw you in. Sexy and sweet all at the same time. Light age play.

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  24. JJ

    Rated 5 out of 5

    JJ

    Each time I begin a new Maggie Ryan story, I swear I cannot not possibly love it as much as the last one I read. But once again, I have been proved wrong. Cherry??s Jubilee was absolutely incredible and will join the rotation of books I read again and again. I loved Cherry??s character, and the combination of innocence, naivety and sass that makes her the kind of heroine only Maggie Ryan can write. And Clayton was incredible. I loved his willingness to let Cherry be whoever she needed to be, to make her own choices, and his promise to love her no matter who she chose to be. Added to these marvelous characters is the bonus of getting to go back to Miss Summers?? school, to reconnect with her, and the girl that live there and see the next steps in some of our old friend??s lives. Honestly, I do not have the words to share how much I loved this story, it kept me entranced from beginning to end, and I simply cannot wait for the next book from Maggie Ryan!

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