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Marriage Training Ch. 01

By: Goldeniangel



Author's note - there is no sex in this chapter. 

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Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School was located about two miles outside of London. It took up about three square acres of land and included a pond, a riding course, a large garden and hedge maze, and a hunting lodge. On the rare times that men stayed overnight at Mrs. Cunningham's finishing school they were required to stay in the hunting lodge, so as to ensure the reputation of the school and its pupils. 

Most of the students were between the ages of fourteen and twenty. They were all gentlewomen destined for great marriages. 

The majority of the girls at Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School were the daughters, nieces and granddaughters of Viscounts and Barons who were looking to marry above their current station and so needed the proper training if they were to marry an Earl, a Marquess or (as one notable graduate did) a Duke. The funds from providing the proper training for these young women to enter into advantageous marriages netted a tidy sum of profit, however not as much as the much smaller minority that sponsored students did.

Of course, the general public knew nothing about the special arrangements for sponsored students. There was not even a hint of gossip among the ton that the advantageous marriages the occasional sponsored students made were anything but respectable marriages of financially disadvantaged but beautiful and accomplished young women to particularly wealthy noblemen. Sponsorship was always done anonymously and was assumed to be at the behest of a wealthy but distant relative. There were rarely more than one or two sponsored students a year, so they attracted very little attention.

Not a single person ever suspected that the funds for the sponsored students came from the pockets of their future husbands and that a large amount of the profits made from Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School came from those few students. 

Miss Vivian Stafford, daughter of the impoverished Baron Charles Stafford, was one such student and she had just reached her eighteenth birthday which would begin the more specialized portion of her training for marriage.

A student of Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School since she was sixteen, Miss Stafford was a model student in every way. Possessed of an innate sense of grace, Vivian fairly floated whether she was walking or dancing, she could hold a steady curtsy for hours, her skill at pouring a cup of tea was the envy of all the other students, and she was a rather dashing rider on a horse. She excelled at the pianoforte, archery, pall mall, embroidery, water colors and was the most sought-after partner for any game of charades. The only things she seemed to struggle with were French and math. She couldn't conjugate a verb to save her life and her companion, Mrs. Honoria Banks, quietly suggested that she only use phrases she was secure with and never attempt to carry on a full conversation in the language. Math mattered even less, as long as she had a husband who would ensure that she was not cheated at the dress maker's or milliner's. 

Just before her eighteenth birthday Miss Stafford had attended a tea party, one of the events that Mrs. Cunningham provided for her students to make their first appearance before the matrons of society to practice their polite conversation and attempt to make a good impression on those women among the ton who could - and would - make or break their futures. Although her flaming red hair and green eyes were not at all fashionable, Vivian Stafford was wonderfully charming, impressively elegant and modestly demure, emerging from the pack of students as the veritable queen of future daughters. And of course, red hair and green eyes could quite be forgiven when presented with porcelain skin and a trim figure, the rosy blush in her cheeks proclaiming her to be a most modest and sweet young woman. The matrons were charmed and immediately applied to Mrs. Cunningham to discover when she would be making her debut, already plotting to nag their erstwhile sons into making her acquaintance. 

With a small smile, Mrs. Cunningham managed to neatly side step their questions, knowing that Miss Vivian Stafford was already spoken for. But there was no need to fluster either Miss Stafford or the matrons with that information at that time. And so Vivian had gone back to the school, flush with triumph and dreaming of the dashing young men who would, hopefully, be one day falling all over themselves to court her. If it wasn't for her natural modesty and generous spirit, the other students probably would have quite hated her, but she had done her best to help each of them show themselves to advantage and so all six of the girls who had attended the tea were aflutter with excitement over their eventual debuts. 

After all, such a momentous event must be coming up swiftly!

On the day of her eighteenth birthday, Vivian was called to Mrs. Cunningham's office. She went immediately, accompanied by her companion. Mrs. Banks was a rather handsome widow in her early thirties, she attended Vivian at all times in order to provide advice and correction as needed - although Vivian only occasionally required the former and rarely the latter. However a companion was with Vivian at all times. Men, especially rakes, had at times been known to sneak onto the property on a lark and Mrs. Cunningham was not about to have any young woman under her care to have even the slightest hint of impropriety attached to her, therefore all of the older girls whom were allowed to roam around the grounds always did so under the watchful eye of a companion. 

In Vivian's case it was especially necessary as her companion was about to become her most trusted confidant as well as her tutor. 

Vivian sat down gracefully in the chair in front of Mrs. Cunningham's desk, aware of Mrs. Banks' presence behind her, but not looking at all flustered. However, behind her demure social mask her insides were fluttering rather wildly. She had been sixteen when she had been delivered to Mrs. Cunningham's school and Vivian was well aware of the difference it had made in her life already. When she had arrived she had been wearing a gown that was too small and made out of unfashionable fabric, with only a few small possessions in it. Her father had kissed her forehead and told her to be a model student and to make him proud, which she'd endeavored to do so. Now she was a master at projecting the image of a confident young lady who would make the perfect society wife.

She had no idea that the plans that she'd laid out for her life were completely different from those that others had laid out for her.

"Vivian, dear," said Mrs. Cunningham with a maternal smile that looked odd on her stony face. She'd been running the school for over twenty years now, her own way to keep her family from falling to debtor's prison after her husband had made a hash of his own accounts. Going into business was not an option for most respectable ladies of the ton, but Mrs. Cunningham had enough connections despite the scandal when her husband (the third son of a Viscount) had killed himself that no one looked askance at her for doing what needed to be done. Of course, they didn't know about the arrangements for the sponsored students at the school, but that was neither here or there. Suffice to say the years had not been kind to Mrs. Cunningham and it was reflected in the harsh lines of her face and body, despite her fashionable dress. "I wanted to personally wish you happy today."

"Why thank you, Mrs. Cunningham, I appreciate it," Vivian replied with one of her brightest smiles. As Mrs. Cunningham was the power in the school, Vivian always made it a point to stay on her good side. There would be no ill reports sent home to her father from the headmistress of the school. 

"I also wanted to have a little talk with you. Now that you're eighteen we're going to be moving you into a new area of study that we call Marriage Training."

Vivian blinked owlishly, surprised out of her usual social mask. "Marriage Training? But I've never heard of it. I thought I would be debuting with the other girls."

"Most girls do follow that program," said Mrs. Cunningham smoothly. "But you are one of our special students. When your father brought you to us he did not have the funds to pay for your schooling, however we could see the potential in you and we arranged for a sponsor."

"Oh," said Vivian as her world realigned itself slightly. Although she'd known that her family wasn't as well to do as most of the girls in the school, she hadn't realized that her circumstances were so dire that her father wouldn't be able to pay for her education at all. 

Mrs. Cunningham continued, not giving Vivian the chance to ask any questions. Throughout the years she'd honed her little speech to perfection, giving it just the right amount of weight to lean on the young ladies without crushing them. There could be no question that they must comply with their new training program and they needed to understand that, given the circumstances, it was the best path for both them and their families. "Your father's situation is such that he would not have been able to afford a true debut for you. Your marriage would have been arranged to someone with the wealth to settle your family's debts. As a sponsored student, your marriage has still been arranged, in this case to your sponsor, the Earl of Cranborne. He agreed to pay for your schooling and the marriage settlement arranged with your father is very generous. As long as you are a good wife then there is no need for you to ever concern yourself over your family's circumstances, to that end you will be trained to be exactly the kind of wife the Earl requires. As a sponsor he has certain skills that he would like us to train you in before your marriage."

There was a long pause as Mrs. Cunningham gave Vivian a moment to assimilate this information. She obviously needed it; her heart-shaped face had paled to a chalky white as Mrs. Cunningham had explained. While Vivian had expected that she would need to make a good marriage in order to ensure her family's future, after all she had been intelligent enough to understand that her family's pockets had been thinning by the time she'd left for the finishing school, she hadn't realized that the arrangements had already been made. Nor that she owed the past two years of her life, not to mention the well-being of her family, to her future husband. 

On one hand her marriage was going to be quite a coup, the daughter of a country Baron to an (apparently) exceedingly wealthy Earl. She wasn't just moving up, she was making quite a leap in title and fortune. There had always been the chance that she might have to step down in terms of social status in order to bring money into the family, although she'd raised her hopes that being a premier graduate of the finishing school might allow her to marry within the ton, she hadn't expected to reach as high an Earl. Yet the idea that there was further training to be done, that her husband had expectations beyond the skills she'd already perfected, made her feel rather anxious. She knew, of course, that husbands and wives did... things... in the bedroom that would lead to childbirth, but like any well-bred young lady she had no experience and, indeed, no knowledge of what such things might entail. Kissing was the only thing she was quite sure men wanted to do with women, but as she had never been kissed the many unknowns surrounding this new information made her feel a little frightened, not to mention ill-prepared.

"The Earl has dealt very generously with your family, I'm sure that you'll prove eager to show your appreciation for his generosity by attending to your new studies."

"Yes of course," said Vivian, her mind a wash of confusion and new pressures. All this time she thought that she had been diligently applying herself in order to please her father, who had told her to be a good student, instead it turned out that she had been doing so to please a husband that she had never met or even seen. Now she would be embarking on a new course of study, one of which had been specifically requested by her new husband - again, sight unseen! Perhaps she should have felt affronted, but mostly poor Vivian felt quite bewildered.

Her entire world had been flipped on its head. As a woman of her class she'd known that there had been little chance of a marriage for love, although she and some of the other girls at the school had read some of Mrs. Radcliffe's Gothic romances, she hadn't dreamed of finding a hero or romance for herself. Perhaps she'd had some yearnings in that direction, but she'd known, deep down, that she would marry to suit her family. But she had at least expected to meet the man before her hand was engaged. Yet, under the circumstances, she felt as though she should feel grateful to this Earl, despite the strangeness of their apparent betrothal. 

"You have today to do as you please, in celebration of your birthday. Tomorrow our doctor will examine you and then your studies will begin. Once you near the end of your training the banns will be read and you will be wed upon completion of your training." Mrs. Cunningham smiled sympathetically, seeing that Vivian felt quite overwhelmed by all the information that she'd just assimilated, as was often the case when the sponsored students were confronted with the truth of their straightened circumstances and the prospect of their future. "I suggest that you do not mention your new course of training to the other girls. None of them are sponsored students and they might not understand."

By which, of course, she meant that finances - especially straightened finances - were often looked down upon in their society. Most families did not want to tie themselves to one whose finances were going under. Vivian's presence at the expensive school masked that, but if she let it be known how her school was paid for it would reflect on her. Not quite a scandal, but certainly a bit of salacious gossip that could do her damage when she was released into the wider circles of society, especially once she managed the social coup of marrying an Earl. Vivian understood immediately. 

"May I ask a question?"

"Of course dear," said Mrs. Cunningham. About half of the young ladies wanted to ask a question at this point, some were too flummoxed by their situations to gather their wits together of course. It didn't surprise her at all that Vivian belonged to the former group. 

"The Earl... what's he like?" That was the question foremost in Vivian's mind. It was easy for her to accept that her family's future and fortunes rested upon her shoulders, she'd had that inkling from the start and Mrs. Cunningham's explanations had solidified it into certainty. Less easy to swallow was the embarrassing fact that her schooling had been arranged by her future husband, as well as her consternation over being informed that she was betrothed to a man she'd never even heard of, much less met. Other than her family, she had had very little interaction with gentlemen, and even less since her arrival the school. Assuredly she'd met some of the other girl's brothers and fathers when they'd visited, but those conversations had never gone beyond mere social pleasantries. There was no picture in her mind for what the Earl might look like, be like, and that void made her feel extremely unsettled. It showed in her anxious eyes, the slight trembling of her hands; her social mask had been cracked and she was trying desperately to piece it back together by giving herself some kind of vision for where her life was now taking her. 

"He'll make you a good husband," said Mrs. Cunningham, being as comforting as she could considering that she didn't truly have a maternal or even sympathetic bone in her body. Her own life's trials had made her a rather hard woman. "Rather young for his position, his father died two years ago. He's 33 years old, wealthy obviously, and ready to settle down with a wife."

"What does he look like? Is he attractive?"

"Pish, what kind of questions are those?" asked Mrs. Cunningham with a disapproving frown that made Vivian wilt a bit. Behind her Mrs. Banks shifted sympathetically. "The important thing is to know that he's taken care of both you and your family. Every woman has different qualities that she finds attractive, I have no idea whether or not you'll find him so. Be grateful for what he's given you." The sudden shift into scolding had Vivian quite off balance, as it was meant to. Mrs. Cunningham had every intention of making it quite clear how much Vivian owed the Earl, therefore instilling in her the motivation to be pleasing to him. Not that it would need much, in Miss Stafford's case, she was already one of the most eager-to-please young misses the school had ever had. Still, it was best that Vivian not dwell too much on her own wishes, but on learning to fulfill her husband's. Deciding it was time to end the interview, Mrs. Cunningham picked up an envelope on her desk with Vivian's name on it. "This is a letter from your father, to be given to you today. Mrs. Banks will accompany you if you wish to go around the grounds. Enjoy your afternoon Miss Stafford."

The dismissal was apparent. Biting back any further inquiries, Vivian took the envelope with her father's letter and made a small curtsy before leaving the room, moving as though she was in a daze. A light touch on her arm called her attention to her companion. 

"Are you alright dear?" asked Mrs. Banks, her gentle blue eyes looking rather concerned. Although she was much younger and much more attractive than Mrs. Cunningham, Mrs. Banks had a very maternal air about her. She was the kind of woman a young lady felt she could depend on, confide in, which was why she was always the companion to any sponsored student. It was often quite easy for her to establish a rapport with her students, by the time they commenced their special training they trusted her instinctively, which was necessary as she would be their primary instructor in their new skills. 

"Yes... I'm just... I'm a trifle overwhelmed," said Vivian, managing to summon a weak smile as the two women moved through the hall of the school, which was really more of a large manor house. They passed the parlor where young ladies were practicing their skills at tea and embroidery, the music room where the tinkling sounds of a student practicing her scales could be heard. Quite without realizing it, Vivian realized that she was indeed heading for the grounds. She needed to go outside and walk for a bit, read her father's letter and take the opportunity to think. 

Ensconced beneath a tree, Mrs. Banks sitting fanning herself on a bench a few years away, Vivian read through her father's letter. It contained a birthday greeting, his obvious joy at hearing of her excellence in her studies, and also an apology for not telling her sooner about her betrothal to Lord Cranborne, but that had been part of the agreement he'd struck with the Earl. Lord Cranborne... Vivian felt quite sure that she had attended a wedding of one of his relations with her parents when she was fifteen, only months before her father had brought her to the school, but she felt quite sure that she hadn't actually met the man. Still, the timing of the wedding and her sudden enrollment at Mrs. Cunningham's seemed quite indicative. Had he seen her at that wedding and made his decision? Or had the timing been coincidental and the arrangements for the payment of her schooling come after she'd been enrolled? 

Neither Mrs. Cunningham's conversation nor her father's led had given a hint to any answers to her questions. 

Staring at a buttercup that she'd picked from beside her, twisting it back and forth in her fingers, Vivian decided that she hoped it was the former. After all, it was somewhat romantic that he'd seen her, wanted her, and then financed her education so that she would be an appropriate wife for him, wasn't it? And he'd saved her family from what seemed like certain financial ruin. Although her father had glossed over it in his letter, Vivian could read between the lines, especially when it came to his recounting of her younger brother's recent enrollment to Eton. 


Marriage Training Ch. 01



She knew that she should feel grateful, but instead she felt more anxious than ever. While she had been a little frightened of her debut and the pressure to marry well, and she should probably be relieved that those burdens had been taken from her, now she felt anxious about what her husband-to-be might expect and whether or not she could please him. It had been made clear to her by her father's letter, Mrs. Cunningham and her own sense of duty and indebtedness, that she needed to please her husband.

Of course, it seemed that Mrs. Cunningham thought she could mold Vivian into exactly the kind of wife that would please Lord Howard best. Vivian had excelled at her studies ever since arriving to the school, to live up to her father's expectations. Now she vowed that she would continue to do so with this new course of study. 

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Lord Gabriel Cecil, the Earl of Cranborne and son of the Marquess of Salisbury, came to Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School early in the morning the day after Vivian's birthday. His dark, wavy hair, just a bit longer than the fashion, fluttered gently in the breeze as he rode up on his horse, Lucifer. The Earl was an extremely attractive man, just turned thirty, and he had been waiting for this day for over two years, ever since he'd seen Vivian Stafford at a wedding and decided almost on the spot that he wanted her.

Not just because she had been beautiful, although she was, or for her innocence, which was both refreshing and seductive to him, but for the creature that he sensed underneath. Although she'd been a very demure and obedient young lady, he was well acquainted with enough women to see her latent sensuality, the passionate woman that she would eventually grow into. 

Ever since seeing Vivian at that picnic he'd fantasized about her, discovering her family's financial situation had immediately brought to mind Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School. Now, after two years, he was at the school to discuss the final portion of Vivian's training to be his wife, and the portion of her studies that he was most interested in. His step-mother had met Miss Stafford at a tea earlier this week and had told him that the young lady was not only beautiful, but well-mannered, demure, and would make any man a fine wife. 

The past two years had crawled by as Gabriel had looked forward more and more to Miss Stafford's birthday and the commencement of her new training. Brokering the negotiations with the Baron had been the easy part; waiting was much more difficult. The day was finally here, not quite the day he was most looking forward to which was when he would be able to take his bride home with him, but today was another sort of special day. Today he would talk to Mrs. Cunningham about the training he wished his future wife to receive and he was also going to finally be able to see Vivian for the first time since that fateful day at the wedding. Not only that, but he was going to be able to watch her examination by the school's doctor, a procedure which he was quite looking forward to in some respects and dreading in others. He wasn't particularly enthused of having another man seeing, touching and examining his wife-to-be, but he understood the necessity of the invasive examination to her training and he was certainly looking forward to seeing how she responded to it. 

Handing Lucifer over to one of the grooms he was escorted up to the school and to Mrs. Cunningham's office by one of the footmen. She was already seated behind her desk and she immediately popped up and curtsied as he entered the room. A gentleman in his late thirties was also present, he stood up and bowed, obviously already informed of the Earl's identity.

"Mrs. Cunningham," Gabriel said, taking her hand and bowing over it quite elegantly. "How lovely to see you again."

Although she had told Miss Stafford that she didn't know whether or not she would find her future husband attractive, Mrs. Cunningham privately thought that if she didn't then there was something wrong with her. The darkly handsome earl with his brooding, pewter-grey eyes and waving black hair looked especially splendid attired in his riding outfit. Gleaming black Hessians on his feet set off muscular legs which were hugged by soft, calf-skin breeches. The hunter green of his coat brought out tiny specks of the same color in his eyes, and despite his ride his cravat was flawlessly white and tied with a deceptively simple looking knot. All in all, he was the kind of young man to make young ladies swoon and Mrs. Cunningham considered him the perfect match for Vivian. Never had she seen such a well-matched couple; they would glitter in Society and, despite the fact that many young ladies and their mamas would be jealous of Vivian's coup in marrying him, no one would question why they had married. 

"My Lord," she said. "Thank you so much for coming this morning. This is Dr. John Monroe. Dr. Monroe, Lord Cranborne." The gentlemen shook hands and sat down across from Mrs. Cunningham. "Miss Stafford's examination with Dr. Monroe is schedule for an hour from now, I thought it would be best if we met beforehand and discussed how thorough an examination you would like her to have. Dr. Monroe can describe the possibilities for you."

Leaning forward, Dr. Monroe gave the Earl one of his most easy going smiles. He'd been doing this for years and he realized that for some men it could be quite aggravating to have their future wives handled, even by a professional, and had found that examinations went much more smoothly if the gentlemen in question could be part of the decision on exactly how they would be handled. A handsome gentleman in his mid-thirties, Dr. Monroe had dark blonde hair and very pale blue eyes that some of the young ladies described as "icy." Although he wasn't quite as tall as the Earl, who was several inches over six feet, Dr. Monroe was tall enough to loom over the young ladies in a most effective manner and his broad shoulders and muscular body made those young ladies who weren't completely intimidated by him titter and fake illnesses to see him. Of course, finding that he had no patience for young ladies who did the latter quickly reformed any maladies. 

"As I'm sure Mrs. Cunningham has explained to you, there will be a peephole so that you may watch the procedure and ensure that the examination is handled to your satisfaction," he said matter-of-factly. The Earl nodded, appreciating the doctor's professional manner and sensitivity to the situation; after all, he hadn't been thrilled to know that another man would be touching Vivian and seeing that the man in question was a rather attractive man did nothing to ease that anxiety. "The examination will be completed by me and Miss Stafford's companion, Mrs. Banks. We usually begin by stripping the young ladies down, which is more of a test of obedience than of her health, but it will also give you the opportunity to examine her for any flaws or changes you might wish to make. We'll have questions for you afterwards, including whether or not you'd like to have her body hair removed, so this will give you the opportunity to make an informed decision. After that I usually test muscles and body responsiveness with a massage, which can or cannot include her breasts and nipples dependent on your preferences. Her temperature will be taken with a rectal thermometer, which should give us an idea of the elasticity of her anus, and we can test that further for you if you'd like. I will perform the usual check for her maidenhead and then, if you'd like, we can check her responsiveness to digital manipulation. Some gentlemen request both manual and oral, either I or Mrs. Banks can perform the tests if you decide you'd like them included. That's usually the conclusion to the examination unless you'd like an enema or douche to be performed as well."

Gabriel leaned back in his chair, not exactly slouching, but the way a predator might recline while considering its prey. He fully appreciated the options laid out by the school, especially as these were all things he would have liked to do to Vivian himself, but he could see where it would be less frightening for her to have her companion and a physician perform the examination. At least he would get to watch.

"I would certainly like her bottom tested," he said without even the hint of a blush. "I plan on using it often once we're married and I'd like her to be ready and, if not happy, at least accepting that she will be used thus. Although I would not want her stretched very far during her training."

"Understood, my Lord," said Mrs. Cunningham smoothly. "Most gentlemen prefer to have their young ladies prepared for such activities without over acclimating them to the activity itself."

"Exactly so," said Gabriel, pleased that they understood each other so well. Truly he had chosen well when he'd decided to send his future bride to Mrs. Cunningham's! "I would certainly like her responsiveness tested with the massage, including her breasts and nipples. If Mrs. Banks could test her responsiveness to digital and oral pleasure, I would appreciate that."

Dr. Monroe nodded, not looking at all disappointed which Gabriel found vastly reassuring. It seemed that the good doctor was not particularly interested in Miss Stafford as a person, although Gabriel was sure that the man would thoroughly enjoy the examination. What man wouldn't? "Would you like us to test her nipples for pain as well? I know you haven't gone over the specifics of training with Mrs. Cunningham and whether or not you'll be including clamps as part of hers, but if you are then we can include it as part of the examination. 

The idea appealed and after mulling it over for a moment Gabriel approved. 

"I think the douche and enema as well," he said. "I would like to see how she reacts to them before deciding how I would like them included in her training."

"Very good, my Lord," said Dr. Monroe approvingly. "If I may be so frank, I think it's best to see how she'll react to each situation before dictating training. Not all gentlemen are as thorough and it can cause setbacks." 

For a moment Gabriel wondered if he should be offended - after all, what care does an earl have for a doctor's opinion - but he decided to take the compliment the way it was intended. After all, Dr. Monroe must have seen quite a few young ladies progress throughout their training, from examination to graduation, and he would be quite knowledgeable about which procedures produced the best results. 

"Thank you," he said. "I suppose we'll meet after the examination as well?"

"Yes, both Dr. Monroe and Mrs. Banks will join us for the discussion," said Mrs. Cunningham. "I've found that it's best to include all parties, excepting the student of course, in order to ensure that your directions will be completely understood."

"Very good," said the Earl, feeling quite pleased. It was obvious that the success of their operation was well-tested. 

"If you'll excuse me," said Dr. Monroe, standing. "I should go prepare for the examination."

The gentlemen shook hands before Gabriel returned to his seat as Dr. Monroe left the room. He and Mrs. Cunningham spent the next half hour wrangling out the remaining financial matters, although he was severely distracted by the anticipation of Miss Stafford's upcoming physical exam. Of course, considering that he was bargaining, that might have been Mrs. Cunningham's aim all along. As he'd noted, she had quite a bit of experience in these matters.



Marriage Training Ch. 02



The day after her birthday started out like any other day. Vivian woke, dressed, did her hair and went to sit for breakfast. Mrs. Banks had warned her to eat sparingly for breakfast because of the examination, which made her feel a trifle anxious all over again, but she did her best to put it out of her mind. During her time at the school she'd only visited Dr. Monroe twice. Although he was a very attractive man she wasn't one of the girls who tittered and swooned over him; she found him quite intimidating. Those pale, knowing, icy eyes had always made her feel just a bit unsure of herself, as if he knew something that she didn't, as if he could see inside of her and know her thoughts. 

The examination was done in a special room in the school, attached to but separate from the room where the doctor usually saw students. The far wall was heavily decorated with gorgeous lattice work, looking rather out of place in the sparsely furnished room. There was a padded leather table in the center of it, leather straps attached to the underside if additional security was required, and two moveable parts at one end to which small padded struts were placed. There was also a small tub, two stools, a wash basin and a countertop upon which the good doctor might place his notes or medical instruments. Several instruments were already placed there, none of which Vivian recognized although she looked them over curiously before looking back at Mrs. Banks who was calmly seating herself upon one of the stools.

"Sit on the table, Miss Stafford," Mrs. Banks said with an encouraging little smile on her face. "I assure you, it's quite comfortable."

Gathering herself, Vivian managed to smile back at her companion before alighting herself on the table, sitting quite upright and feeling a little silly with her legs swinging down the way they were. She demurely crossed one ankle over the other. 

"Why are we not in Dr. Monroe's usual room?" Vivian asked, in part because she was curious and in part because she felt the need to make some kind of conversation. 

"This room is set up for the particulars needed to examine a young lady prior to her marriage training," said Mrs. Banks. "It will be a... different kind of exam than you have had before."

"Different in what way?"

Mrs. Banks pursed her lips, her pretty face solemn as she considered how to answer her charge's question. "You will see. Did you enjoy your birthday yesterday?"

Inwardly Vivian sighed a little. Since Mrs. Banks had spent the entire day shadowing Vivian she already knew exactly how her birthday had been, but it was obvious that her companion did not wish to speak of the exam. Falling back on her manners, Vivian politely allowed the conversation to be diverted.

Unbeknownst to her she was being watched. Perhaps the most special part about the exam room she was in was the room beside it; the lattice work she had noticed on the far wall was not merely ornamental, the intricate wood work helped to hide the screened peepholes. Dr. Monroe was patiently waiting for Gabriel to be shown the various peepholes he might choose to look through, providing him with a view of the exam room at multiple angles. 

Having discharged of her duty, Mrs. Cunningham smiled in an ingratiating manner at the Earl. "I will be in my office when the exam is concluded, my Lord. If you would like to find me there afterwards then we may discuss the particulars of Miss Stafford's training. I leave you to your privacy."

"Thank you Mrs. Cunningham," Gabriel murmured. 

Leaving the Earl in his room, Mrs. Cunningham gently closed the door and gave a nod to Dr. Monroe, who immediately moved towards the exam room.

At this time, Gabriel was already pressing his face to one of the peepholes, his hands flat on the wall as he sucked in an excited breath of air. This was the closest he'd been to his bride-to-be since the wedding he'd met her at. She was sitting on the large padded table chatting amiably with her companion, looking quite calm except for the way her slim fingers twisted around each other. That glorious red hair was up in a fashionable coiffure except for a few curls which had escaped their pins, one of them resting gently against the slim, ivory column of her neck. Gabriel wanted to twirl that curl in his finger, to stroke the soft, supple skin of her neck beneath it. Her morning dress was a pretty mint green, bringing out the green in her eyes, the peaches and cream of her complexion. Those soft pink lips seemed to quiver as the door to the exam room opened and Dr. Monroe walked in. 

Hot excitement rose in Gabriel's body as Vivian stood to greet the doctor. 

"Good morning Miss Stafford, Mrs. Banks," said Dr. Monroe as he entered the room, smiling at both of the ladies as they stood and murmured their greetings. Vivian's fingers twisted again as she tried to control her immediate reaction to the handsome but cold doctor; sometimes seemed slightly different about him today, an air of anticipation that she had never seen in him before. "Miss Stafford I'm going to be conducting quite a thorough exam today which will help determine the course of your training for marriage."

"Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks have informed me, sir," she said, her voice tight with her own anxiety. There was a strong feeling of some kind of danger rushing at her, a premonition of sorts that after today, after this exam, her life was never going to be the same again. 

"Very good," the doctor said brusquely as he went to the basin to soap his hands. "Remove your clothing please."

Vivian stared at the doctor's back, in shock. 

"All... all of it?" she asked, a deep trembling starting in her belly. 

Dr. Monroe looked over his shoulder at her, his blue eyes amused. "Yes all of it. It will be quite a thorough exam."

If it hadn't been for Mrs. Banks moving up behind Vivian and starting to unbutton the back of her dress, she thought she might have fainted. 

"Wait," she protested, clutching at the front of her favorite morning dress, the one that she had chosen particularly to help her feel braver because she knew that she looked well in it. The fabric gaped in the back as Mrs. Banks' nimble fingers fairly flew over the tiny buttons. "I don't understand."

Turning, Dr. Monroe dried his hands with a small hand towel that was laying on the counter, his expression quite mild and professional, which would have been encouraging if she hadn't already been so disturbed. "Has anyone ever explained the marital act to you, Miss Stafford?"

She blushed. No one had explained it, although she'd over heard talk from the maids when she was growing up, and as her father had been a country Baron she had seen the animals in the fields during breeding season, so she had some vague idea of what was required. "Not precisely no."

Behind her Mrs. Banks stepped back, the buttons on Vivian's dress completely undone, the folds of fabric open from shoulder to the very top of the curve of her buttocks. In the other room Gabriel fervently wished that he could see it, but his imagination was already on fire. He loved the heated blushed in Vivian's cheeks, her obvious embarrassment and natural modesty, and the way her hands clutched the dress to her breasts. It made her look quite vulnerable and innocent and he immediately decided he wanted her to keep those qualities for as long as possible. 

"Suffice to say, your husband will desire, require full access to your body," Dr. Monroe explained authoritatively, his tone giving her no room for argument. "And when you engage in the marital act, he will also require certain things of your body. It is our task to prepare you, and in order to do that I need the same access to your body as he will have. Please disrobe."

Tears filled Vivian's eyes as shame filled her limbs, but she bit her lip and refused to let it conquer her. This was the bargain her father had made in her name and she was going to uphold it, she had to in order to save her family from the ravages of destitution. Gathering her courage, she let the dress begin to slip off of her arms and then fall to the floor.

Gabriel stifled the groan that wanted to rise from his chest as his bride-to-be stood, trembling, in her chemise, drawers and stockings. They were quite plain, without lace or adornment, and yet that very plainness allowed her innate femininity and delicacy to shine. She shifted, her head down as if she didn't dare look at the doctor, allowing Mrs. Banks to pick up the dress from the floor, folding it neatly and placing it on the countertop. The doctor stood watching, his arms crossed over his chest, completely impassive as Vivian's womanly form was slowly revealed. Mrs. Banks loosened the young woman's stays, giving Dr. Monroe and Gabriel only the slightest glimpse of her fully, pale breasts tipped with strawberry nipples, before Vivian put her hands over them. 

That fleeting, tantalizing peek at her breasts turned Gabriel's breathing ragged. Yet he was just as aroused by her obvious embarrassment, her innate modesty, and the telltale signs of innocence. It was not the kind of reaction he was used to seeing from a woman and it inflamed him. 

A small whimper escaped Vivian's lips as Mrs. Banks undid the ribbon on her drawers and the light fabric slipped from her hips and down to the floor, revealing a coppery covered mound. The poor thing seemed quite conflicted, wanting to cover her mound and her breasts and finding it difficult to do both. She looked absolutely delicious, standing in nothing but her stockings, tied about the knees with pretty green garters that matched her dress. Somehow that little innocuous detail seemed enchantingly erotic now that it was discovered. Gabriel felt as though he'd witness a secret, and he immediately wondered if she always matched her garters to her dresses. If she didn't, then once she was his wife he would ensure that she did. 

"You may leave the stockings on," said Dr. Monroe and Gabriel mentally blessed the man. Obviously he was just as appreciative of the pretty picture she created with everything that mattered exposed and only her dainty feet and lower limbs covered. "Lie down on the table on your stomach."

With Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe assisting, Vivian was soon on the table, feeling almost grateful that she was no longer quite so exposed. Although Dr. Monroe's expression had remained icily blank, she couldn't escape the feelings of embarrassment, the sensation of eyes devouring every inch of her skin. She felt sure that it must be due to this being the first time a man had ever seen her nude body. There was no choice, and certainly no one was harming her, so Vivian reassured herself with the knowledge that surely Mrs. Banks wouldn't allow the doctor to do anything untoward. Even now she had her companion cum chaperone and she must comfort herself with that. 

"I'm going to begin with a massage, so that I may assess your muscles and responses," said Dr. Monroe, his voice coming from somewhere near Vivian's feet. Her muscles tensed at the idea of him putting his hands on her, but Mrs. Banks didn't say anything, so it must be alright. Still, she felt wound tight as a spring as she felt strong, masculine fingers touch her feet, grasping them firmly and beginning to knead through her silk stockings. It felt surprisingly nice, his fingers rubbing away little pains that she hadn't previously been aware of. 

Dr. Monroe tested both feet and then moved up to her calves. There was no choice but to allow her muscles to loosen under his insistent administrations. Mrs. Banks was a steady presence beside Vivian, visible whenever she opened her eyes, which was all that kept her from panicking as the doctor moved upwards to her thighs. Strange feelings were beginning to grow inside of her, not in her legs but deep in her lower belly, things that she'd never felt before. Automatically she pressed her legs together as his fingers moved across her flesh, slightly rough against the satin of her skin, moving closer to her secret female places. Vivian's breath came faster, the new sensations in her body seeming to surge as she trembled. 

"Very nice," murmured the doctor before his hand moved to her other leg, just above the knee, and he began to work his way up all over again. It was only a minor reprieve as his fingers drew closer and closer.

To her relief he again stopped an inch below the curve of her buttocks, now beginning the process on her arms, and then her shoulders and down her back. The massaging of her back was the hardest to resist, his fingers expertly drawing away the tension, making her feel light headed and limp. As much as she tried to hold onto her anxiety it seemed to drain away, leaving her in almost a dream-like haze.

Now when he reached her buttocks and began massaging them, she could only make a small sound of protest, but it lacked any true conviction. He treated her buttocks the way he had the rest of her, massaging them quite firmly, his fingers parting the globes. 

From his vantage point in the other room Gabriel was tantalized by glimpses of the pink puckered rose between Vivian's creamy cheeks. He was quite sure that she was unaware how revealing Dr. Monroe's massage of her was, although he knew from experience that a massage could be quite disarming. What a lovely picture she was, so submissively yielding to the strong hands of the doctor. He could hardly wait until the day when he would be able to take the doctor's place. 

"Turn over now, please, Miss Stafford."

Vivian's emotions tensed again, although her body seemed loathe to follow. With her limbs feeling so weak and watery it was no trouble for Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe to turn the girl on the table, ignoring her blushes. Mrs. Banks quite calmly arranged Vivian's hands by her sides, not allowing her any attempts at modesty. Her skin tingled as Dr. Monroe's eyes swept down the line of her body.

Even with her legs drawn tightly together to protect her inner secrets, her thatched mound of coppery hair was a provocative sight against the paleness of her skin. Her breasts were now fully on display, although slightly flattened by her position on her back; the full globes were tipped with little strawberry nubbins, quite a fetching dark pink against the ivory of her skin. They were already ruched tight and hard, not just from the air against her skin but in response to the doctor's massage.

"Very responsive," Dr. Monroe said approvingly. "With very little stimulation. I think his lordship will be quite pleased."

Dr. Monroe was absolutely correct, although Vivian was confused because she didn't understand to what he was referring. His lordship, however, was both gratified and jealous by the sight of Vivian's tight nipples, the evidence that her body would easily become accustomed to sensual pleasures. Indeed, they almost looked as though they were begging for all sorts of devious punishments and he could hardly wait to see her response to the rest of the examination. 

The blush on Vivian's face became more apparent as Dr. Monroe massaged her front, Mrs. Banks standing on the opposite side of the table from him, watching over her charge. 

When Dr. Monroe reached her breasts, Vivian found that her breath was quite taken away. Her body seemed to freeze up as he cupped them, squeezing gently with firm, warm hands. 

"Doctor please!" The shock was quite evident in her voice.

"Calm yourself, Miss Stafford," he said in an authoritative tone before looking at Mrs. Banks. "Mrs. Banks, would you please check Miss Stafford's response for me."

Vivian felt faint as her companion slid slim fingers into the space between her legs, despite the way Vivian was pressing her thighs together, and touched her quite intimately. 

"Mrs. Banks!" Her voice came out sounding strangled, her hands immediately reaching to grab her companion's wrists. All parties froze, the shock still richoting through Vivian as she held Mrs. Banks' arm, the older woman's fingers already touching the damp folds of Vivian's secret place. 

"Remove your hands from Mrs. Banks and put them back by your sides, or you will receive a spanking before finding yourself back in exactly this position, Miss Stafford," Dr. Monroe said in an icy tone, his hands beginning to squeeze and stroke Vivian's breasts again. 

She looked frantically at her companion, who looked quite calmly back at her. 

"It's alright, Vivian," said Mrs. Banks, deliberately using her first name in order to remind her young charge of their close relationship. "You will have to become more accustomed to people touching you, or at least to Dr. Monroe and me touching you, for I assure you that your husband will want to."

Of course her husband would want to touch her, deep down Vivian knew that. She just hadn't expected to be touched quite so rudely, so brazenly, without warning or care for her sensibilities. But this was what she had to do, this must be what Marriage Training was about. After all, it wouldn't do for her to displease her husband with protests or panic; she needed to learn what to do in order to ensure the well-being of her family.

Closing her eyes, trying to pretend that what was happening didn't affect her, Vivian lay her hands back down by her sides.

Something coiled and stirred in her belly as Mrs. Banks' fingers probed at her nether lips. 

"Damp," said Mrs. Banks, almost clinically, as she slid her fingers up the shivering young woman's slit. 

"Hmmm." 

"OW!" Vivian gasped, her hands flying to her breasts as Dr. Monroe pinched her nipples between his fingers; the tight grip on her tender young buds making her writhe. Her legs parted, kicking slightly and affording the Earl in the next room a delightful look at his bride in a completely unguarded moment. 

"Hands down," Dr. Monroe ordered sternly. "I will not release your nipples until you put your hands back down at your sides."

"Please," cried out Vivian, feeling quite overwrought. Tears filled her eyes, not so much from the pain in her nipples, although she'd certainly never felt anything like it before, but also from the shock and humiliation. It was impossible for her to maintain her composure under such conditions.

"Hands down," the doctor repeated. He didn't tighten his grip on the roseate buds, but kept up a firm hold. Vivian forced her hands back down to her sides, her entire body feeling rather tingly, her heartbeat racing and pounding her ears as her entire focus was taken in by the strange new sensations crawling over her body. 

"Mrs. Banks?" inquired the doctor, his tone of voice bored. 

"Much wetter," said Mrs. Banks, smiling at Vivian with approval, which confused the young woman even further. "I think she might respond quite well to clamps."

"Let me get them."

"Clamps?" Vivian whispered as Dr. Monroe turned, releasing her nipples and moving over to the counter. 

"They're going to pinch a bit, but it will feel good too," Mrs. Banks said soothingly, her fingers gently stroking the slickening folds of Vivian's cunnie. "You're doing very well Vivian, you're going to be a wonderful student."

So far this examination was going wonderfully well, some girls needed the straps attached to the table used on them, but Vivian had always quite easily managed. She was naturally submissive, something that Gabriel had discerned and responded to the first time that he'd seen her. Everything in her nature was eager to please, she was quick to look for approval and practically glowed when it was given. Indeed, under Mrs. Banks' encouraging words, Vivian relaxed further. The almost tickling sensation of Mrs. Banks' fingers between her legs was becoming quite pleasurable, and despite the rough way Dr. Monroe had handled her nipples they seemed to be adding to the heady sensuality that was suffusing her body. 




Marriage Training Ch. 02



Dr. Monroe returned, cupping Vivian's right breast in his hand and rubbing his thumb over the nipple. 

"Very responsive indeed," he murmured, before affixing one of the clamps to the tender bud. Vivian let out a small shriek, her arms automatically jerking although she quickly put them back down to her sides. A few tears sprang into her emerald eyes, making them look even more like glistening jewels. 

"Please! It hurts, take it off," she begged, her fingers clutching at the sides of the leather table beneath her to keep from trying to do so herself. Instinctively she knew that such action would result in immediate retribution. 

Mrs. Banks' fingers wriggled between Vivian's legs, parting the wet folds and dipping in, her thumb pressing against a spot that made Vivian gasp for an entirely new reason. As she did so, Dr. Monroe attached a second clamp to her other nipple, the sharp pinch warring with the strange pleasure that Mrs. Banks was creating. Back arching, Vivian's fingers dug into the leather of the table as she writhed, these new torments overcoming her attempts at composure. 

On the other side of the wall, Gabriel had begun rubbing his cock through his breeches, unable to deny himself stimulation while watching the glorious sight of Vivian's first experience with sensual pleasures and the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. The sight of her writhing in heat nearly brought him to his knees, except that he would no longer be able to watch from that position and so he leaned his weight against the wall, his breathing growing heavier. From the pained look on her face it was obvious that she didn't quite like the clamps, and yet despite her pleas she made no move to fight back against the doctor or Mrs. Banks. Another young woman might have, in fact many other young women had, but Vivian was already adapting to her new circumstances, discovering that she had little control over her body's responses as Mrs. Banks smiled and informed the doctor that the clamps had obviously aroused her even further. 

Although he would have liked to experiment more with Vivian's responses to the clamps, as Dr. Monroe was quite fond of tormenting the soft flesh of a woman's breasts, he knew that at this point in her training she was not ready to be subjected to the exquisite tortures that he enjoyed bestowing upon a submissive female. Rather reluctantly he removed the clamps, sending a tingling sensation through Vivian's breasts as blood flow returned to the little buds. He massaged them as she let out a soft sigh of relief; they hadn't been left on long enough to cause her any pain by removal, and the doctor hid a smile as he pictured her probable reaction when she would first experience that particular torment. 

After a moment of massaging her breasts, he turned away to retrieve the thermometer and Mrs. Banks pulled her fingers out of Vivian's crevice, leaving the young woman feeling somewhat bereft and confused. The wonderful feelings that Mrs. Banks had elicited from Vivian's unwilling body had been rather nice... more than nice, they had kindled a kind of burning need for something. Something that she didn't quite understand but that she hungered for anyway and she almost wished that Mrs. Banks would put her fingers back between Vivian's thighs so that she might discover what it was her body craved. And yet she felt quite ashamed by that desire, a blushing heat suffusing her face as she valiantly tried to suppress those thoughts, which she was quite sure were not suited to a young lady. 

While she might have some idea of what marital relations encompass, she also knew how a proper young lady was supposed to behave. She'd heard the lectures that both her mother and the housekeeper had given to the maids who flirted with young men even before she'd attended Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School and been strictly instructed in how a young lady conducted herself. Everything that she was feeling ran counter to those strictures and she was quite humiliated by her body's responses, even as she found herself secretly desiring to know more. Her nipples hurt, although not unbearably, and somehow the throbbing pulse within them seemed to be echoed lower in her body, but in a very pleasant way. She didn't understand how the sharp pinch from Dr. Monroe's fingers, and then the clamps, could make her feel so hot and needy, but they certainly contributed to the strange sensations that were coiling in her belly. 

"Turn over onto your stomach and get onto all fours please Miss Stafford," said Dr. Monroe, breaking through Vivian's hazy ruminations. The way her body had awakened seemed to have made her head almost foggy, she barely noticed how horribly exposing the position he asked her to assume was until she was already in it. As she shifted uncomfortably, Dr. Monroe shook his head and sighed. "Put your weight on your forearms, Miss Stafford, bottom high in the air."

"Oh please... I can't, it's too humiliating," she said, pleading. She couldn't even look at the doctor, all she wanted to do was run from the room and yet it was as if her limbs were frozen. 

"Now dear, Dr. Monroe needs to complete his examination," said Mrs. Banks soothingly, stroking the back of Vivian's neck. "Put your weight down on your forearms, it will be much more comfortable."

Under Mrs. Banks' motherly direction, Vivian allowed herself to be coaxed into position, further exposing her private areas to both Dr. Monroe's and Gabriel's eager eyes. With her head resting on her hands, creamy curves of her bottom high in the air, and her back arched to accommodate the position, Vivian looked like a sexual supplicant ready for a thorough mounting. Gabriel moved to a different peephole, slightly farther away but which gave him a more pleasing angle from which to view his future bride. The pouty lips of her sex were framed by red curls, providing quite a contrast to her ivory skin and the slick inner pink flesh of her quim. Above those pouting lips, the little rosebud of her anus, looking impossible small and sweetly pink, was displayed in an erotically lewd manner by the position she'd been forced into.

When Dr. Monroe touched that tiny hole with the tip of his finger, smearing oil onto its crinkled exterior, Vivian let out a small cry and lurched forwards, one hand reaching behind to protect herself. 

"What are you doing?!" she cried in shock and outrage, although all of the observers noted that she didn't entirely move out of her position. The protest was one of modesty, of fear of the unknown, not an outright rejection. 

"Taking your temperature," said Dr. Monroe implacably. "Now return to your position, please, Miss Stafford."

"Can't you take it the normal way?" she pleaded as Mrs. Banks made a soothing sounds and brushed her hand over Vivian's neck and upper back, doing her best to calm the young woman back into subservience. 

"This will give me a much better reading," he replied. "And it's the way your future husband would like it to be done. Return to your position. Now." His voice hardened and no longer included the pleasantry. Vivian shivered and buried her face in her hands, leaving her vulnerable hind end high in the air. Why on earth would her future husband care about how her temperature was taken? 

Mrs. Banks' hands were warm on Vivian's shoulders, her fingers moving in slow circled as if Vivian was a fretful animal that needed calming. Indeed, she certainly felt like a fretful horse, one which was being broken to the bridle by the combined efforts of her companion and the doctor. The cool, cold pressure of the thermometer on her bottom hole made Vivian whimper. Her entire body felt flushed as it began to slide into her; it didn't hurt exactly, but it was very uncomfortable and extremely embarrassing. 

"Very good, Miss Stafford, just keep holding still," Dr. Monroe said as he began to push the thermometer back and forth a bit, wanting to see if the mimicked sex act would get a reaction from her. The young woman shifted her weight, her buttocks attempting to clench around the glass instrument as it delved the secrets of her body. She let out a moan of mortification as he twirled it inside of her. 

The doctor kept the thermometer in a few minutes longer than was necessary; ensuring that Vivian became accustomed to the rude intrusion. To Gabriel's delight she trembled and made protesting noises, but stayed in her submissive posture. He found himself enamored of her reactions, the strange blend of sensuousness and innocence that she possessed, her automatic protestations a sharp contrast to the immediate compliance of her body. Would she respond to everything that way? From the slick sheen on the pouty lips of her sex he could tell that her body was enjoying her predicament, even if she told herself that she should not. 

Vivian made a small mewling sound and relaxed when Doctor finally removed the thermometer from her bottom. Although the instrument had quickly warmed from the heat of her tunnel, and it had not been too horribly uncomfortable after the first few minutes, she was embarrassed by the helplessness of her position and the way her body parts were so lewdly displayed. Despite Mrs. Banks' presence, Vivian instinctually knew that this examination did not follow any kind of propriety and her anxiety over the kind of training a husband might desire was heightening. Suddenly something new prodded at her anus and Vivian let out a little squeal as it sank in, moving inside of her. Her muscles tightened immediately and she felt almost faint with horror as she realized that this new intruder was nothing less than Dr. Monroe's finger. 

His pinky, in fact, although she didn't realize that. It felt huge, much larger than the thermometer, thankfully much warmer as well. 

"Very tight," murmured the doctor as he looked at Mrs. Banks. "We shall need to start her on a stretching regimen immediately."

Fortunately Vivian didn't hear this soft comment, she was too lost in her own thoughts and fears, unable to fathom why on earth Dr. Monroe was rooting into her body in such a rude and perverse manner. Gabriel, however, every sense feeling especially acute, overheard the remark and finally reached into his pants to fist his throbbing member immediately. Wrapping his hand around the thick shaft he squeezed it tightly, closing his eyes for just a moment to imagine that glorious moment when he would divest his bride of her last innocence. 

Pulling his finger from the gripping orifice, well pleased with Vivian's responses, Dr. Monroe took the opportunity to delve a finger into her womanhood. The young woman let out a sharp cry of surprise, but it only took his probing digit a few moments to find her maidenhead intact and fairly well seated. The pressure was somewhat painful and she wriggled, nearly sobbing with relief when his fingers were finally removed from her privates completely. 

"Mrs. Banks, I believe this next part of the exam is yours," said Dr. Monroe, moving away from the two ladies and seating himself on the stool in such a position where he would be able to enjoy watching and would not block the viewer in the other room. 

The two men watched with anticipation as Mrs. Banks calmly and gently turned Vivian onto her back, the overwhelmed young woman allowing herself to be placed into position almost as if she was a doll. Her thoughts seemed to be running sluggishly, wondering what kind of man her future husband was that he would support the kind of examination that Dr. Monroe had just subjected her to. Surely most men wouldn't want their future wives to be touched and manhandled in such a manner by anyone other than themselves?

"Vivian, dearest, how are you feeling?" Mrs. Banks murmured quite comfortingly, her hand stroking the soft, pale curve of Vivian's stomach. 

"I-..." Vivian shook her head and stared in wonderment as Mrs. Banks cupped her breasts, massaging them gently. "I... I don't know."

"That's alright," Mrs. Banks reassured her in a softly soothing manner. One hand drifted down to the thatch of curly red hair on Vivian's mound as the young woman watched with a kind of abstracted fascination. "I'm going to make you feel very good, alright Vivian?"

"Y-y-yes..." 

Two fingers gently slipped downward, grazing over a spot that made Vivian tremble and moan, her eyelashes fluttering as her head fell back. They probed the slick lips, spreading them open in such a manner that the two male voyeurs were treated to the sight of that swollen, pink inner flesh, bedewed with her natural honey. Vivian writhed, letting out a long sight as Mrs. Banks' clever fingers parted her folds and stroked, rubbing her cream up and down the length of her slit. It was heavenly... sinful... and probably very wrong but she couldn't hold onto any of her thoughts long enough to ponder the situation. Everything seemed to be melting, the responses of her body becoming so strong that they literally took over her aptitude for thought. Her nipples were still sore from the clamps, her bottom hole slightly burning from the intrusion of the thermometer and the doctor's finger, and now her womanhood was on fire with a hot need that she'd never experienced before. 

Moaning uncontrollably, Vivian writhed and twisted on the table, her fingers digging into the leather beneath her as Mrs. Banks stoked the fires of her desire higher and higher. The men were both silent, completely engaged in watching the handsome older widow sensuously stroking the innocent with the flaming red hair. It was a debauched tableau, highly erotic and exquisitely arousing. 

As Vivian's thighs closed around Mrs. Banks' wrist, the widow released the younger woman's breast and moved around the table, glancing the doctor's way as she did so. "Very responsive to fingers."

Dr. Monroe grinned, of course he hadn't needed Mrs. Banks to tell him that but he did like to see a woman who took pride in her work. 

As she removed her hand from Vivian's aching folds, the gasping redhead moaned. "Please... Mrs. Banks... oh... something's wrong... I feel... I feel... Oh what is happening to me?!"

Releasing the table, Vivian's reached down towards her groin, as if she wanted to try and finish what Mrs. Banks had started. Flushed with a tingling energy, her newly awakened senses overwhelmed with heat and need, Vivian was barely aware of her own movements. All she knew was that if she didn't touch herself between her legs, if that mounting ache wasn't resolved, she would lose her mind. 

"Don't worry Vivian, we only have one more thing to test," Mrs. Banks said as she swiftly inserted herself between the young woman's stockinged legs, immediately lowering her head to the hot, wet core of Vivian's body.

The shriek of shock and ecstasy that Vivian let out caused Gabriel's cock to jerk hard. He'd never truly enjoyed watching a woman with another woman, although it always aroused him as long as the women were attractive because he did enjoy seeing naked feminine flesh, but this was his bride's sensual awakening and he found it to be the most erotic sight he'd ever witnessed. Mrs. Banks' blonde head bobbed up and down slightly as she stroked Vivian's slit with long, slow strokes of her tongue. The redhead moaned and writhed, completely overcome with this new wash of sensations. 

The pounding of her heart seemed to fill her ears as she moved her body against the soft tongue that was tormenting her so wonderfully. Lips pressed hot kisses along her flesh, moving closer and closer to the tiny pearl that was peeking out from beneath its hood, begging for contact. When Mrs. Banks reached that tiny scrap of flesh she sucked it into her mouth and Vivian's body almost levitated as she let out a loud scream of ecstasy. 

Her first climax washed over her in waves of red heat and white bliss, the arching, twisting, shuddering of her body might have had her falling from the table if it wasn't for Dr. Monroe, who immediately leapt up and held her in place. Sobbing cries of sensual fulfillment was music to their ears. Vivian had responded quickly and easily, her aptitude for the kind of stimulation that Gabriel enjoyed was quite apparent. 

Watching with appreciation as Mrs. Banks lapped up the cream from Vivian's quivering folds, Dr. Monroe felt for the fluttering pulse in the young woman's neck. It was racing, but it eventually slowed as she let out a few softly heaving moans, her body relaxing into a hazy state of pleasure. When she opened her green eyes they seemed almost foggy as she blinked up at the doctor. 

In the other room Gabriel leaned his head against the wall, breathing in panting gasps as the last of his orgasm spilled onto the floor. He felt rather certain that he was not the first gentleman to be driven to such a state by the sight of his future bride's first climax. There had been no sweeter sight in all the world and although he wished he could have participated, at least he had been able to witness it. 

And the exam wasn't even over yet.



Marriage Training Ch. 03



Author's Note: I highly suggest reading the previous two chapters; these chapters are not really meant to be stand alone. As with the previous two chapters, there is no actual intercourse in this chapter.

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An incredible feeling of well-being and warmth had settled on Vivian as she lay on the leather table, her eyes slowly blinking as her vision came back into focus. It had been like nothing she'd ever experienced before; the frenetic need that had overtaken her followed by the exquisite explosion of pleasure. Her body felt limp and satisfied, despite the humiliations that she'd been put through, and she dazedly wondered exactly what had happened. Mrs. Banks, her companion, had touched her in a most inappropriate way, and yet it had felt wonderful. Still, she couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed as she remembered the sounds she had made, the way she'd writhed while out of control of her body. All in front of both her companion and the icy Dr. Monroe. 

Lost in her own thoughts Vivian barely noticed the other two moving around her, bringing in equipment for the last portion of her exam. In the other room her future husband, Gabriel Cecil, the Earl of Cranborne, sat and rested in a chair while occasionally peeking through the peephole in the wall. He felt as utterly wrung out as Vivian, having watched her slow debasement as she was stripped, massaged, violated in both of her private areas, and forced to a rousing climax. The delightful redhead was so far proving to be everything he'd hoped; wonderfully passionate, inherently submissive, and able to act the part of a demure gentlewoman. She would be a perfect Countess, and eventually a perfect Marchesse, to the eyes of Society, all the while being his perfect bedmate in private. 

"Now Miss Stafford, you have a choice," said Dr. Monroe, his deep baritone voice bringing all parties into focus to the present moment. The handsome doctor was looking down into the dazed face of the young beauty, his expression completely blank although one look at the state of his pants would inform any observer that he was hardly disinterested in the proceedings. "You may hold yourself immobile in the position that I require, or we can strap you down if you feel you need assistance."

Her eyes slowly focused as Vivian struggled to gather her wits, licking her suddenly dry lips with a small pink tongue. Somehow the idea of being completely immobile, totally helpless, at the hands of Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe seemed as thrilling as it was alarming. Already they'd shown what they could do to her, how they could manipulate her senses, even without having unfettered access to touch her as they would. What would it be like to be completely at their mercy?

And yet Vivian was nearly as apprehensive of her reaction to the temptation as she was to the idea of being strapped down. 

"What position?" she asked reluctantly; although she spoke quietly the room was so silent that it was no trouble to hear her, even for Gabriel in the next room. Her shaky limbs felt too loose, too unstable for her to be sure she could maintain a difficult posture. 

That question caused Gabriel no small amount of excitement. The prospect of seeing his future bride strapped into a position which would allow easy access for Dr. Monroe to administer the next portion of the exam was quite stimulating, but so too was the supposition of Vivian holding herself immobile without the assistance of bondage, submissively allowing the doctor and Mrs. Banks access to her innocent body. 

"You need to be on your back with your legs spread and bent at the knees," said Dr. Monroe, giving Vivian a look as if he didn't believe she would be able to hold herself in the manner he required. "If you choose to be unbound then it would be best if you tucked your hands under your knees to facilitate the spread of your legs."

The vision that his graphic words created in her mind was rather disquieting after Mrs. Banks' manipulations of that very area. Was the doctor going to touch her there now? What awful or wonderful things did they want to do to her?

Unfortunately for Miss Stafford her hesitation was enough to confirm to Dr. Monroe that it would be best if the young beauty were tied down. Truthfully he preferred woman in restraints anyway, but he also knew that this procedure would be easier for the young woman both physically and mentally if she was not a willing accomplice. Also, he had never had a young woman complete the entire examination without breaking her position. But he did like to give them the choice and watch them squirm, and also to see if any of them might be able to make it all the way through without the bindings. But they had no time to dally and so he waved his hand briskly at Mrs. Banks. "Tie her down."

"No, wait!" Vivian cried out as Mrs. Banks approached and grasped her wrist; now that her choice was being taken from her she immediately wished to have her limbs free. "I'll hold myself."

Dr. Monroe shook his head and gestured for Mrs. Banks to continue. "Most young woman have difficulty with this portion of the examination, Miss Stafford. You would be quite unusual if you were able to hold yourself in place for it and your lack of immediate enthusiasm to do so has convinced me that it will be best for all of us if you are restrained."

"Oh please," Vivian said, fear welling inside of her chest as Mrs. Banks moved around to the other side of the table to strap down her free wrist. And yet all three observers noticed that she did not resist other than verbally. "Please... I won't move, I promise." Her sweet pleas were music to Gabriel's ears, blood pounding through his body and back into his cock. The organ swelled, recovering much faster than he would have thought possible considering that he was receiving no direct stimulation. But his imagination had taken flight and he could easily picture Vivian mouthing similar words, similar pleas, in a myriad of scenarios guaranteed to tantalize and enflame him.

"Indeed you will not, because you will not be able to," said Dr. Monroe. 

Once Vivian's arms were secure he stepped forward to grasp one slim ankle. After all, this was the more humiliating and exposing portion of the restraints and it would not do to have Vivian resent Mrs. Banks for putting her into the position. It did not matter if she resented him for he would never be her confidant. Quickly, professionally ignoring the thrill it gave him, he strapped Vivian's ankle to the table in such a position that her knee was forced upward and outward, almost as if she was crouching. Repeating the effort on her other ankle was the work of a moment, leaving Vivian almost gasping at how quickly and ruthlessly the doctor had taken control of her body. 

"Oh... oh please... this is... this is indecent," Vivian wailed, her humiliation complete as the doctor stood at the edge of the table, staring down at her completely splayed privates. Every time she thought they could not embarrass her further they found another way. Never had she thought to be so displayed, especially not before a man! It did not matter that he was a doctor, this was lewd. It felt as if her entire body was blushing. Unfortunately the straps bit into the tender skin of her ankles every time she tried to close her legs; she could not preserve any sort of modesty for longer than a few seconds, and every attempt weakened her muscles further. Now she understood why Dr. Monroe thought that she would not be able to hold the position he requested - it was utterly humiliating and exposing!

Dr. Monroe ignored her tears and please as he readied the douche; it was Mrs. Banks' task to go to Vivian's head and stroke her hair, whispering encouragement in her ear. The poor girl whimpered, feeling quite overwhelmed by all she had already experienced in this small room, even more overcome by her rising anxiety and embarrassment. If she'd known there was another man, her future husband, avidly watching in the next room, she might have actually fainted. Gabriel himself was feeling rather weak-kneed as he drank in the sight of Vivian's pink cunt, the lips lewdly pulled apart to expose the more delicate inner petals. The entire area was fringed with damp red curls, the soft rosy flesh glistening with the moisture from her recent climax. Exquisite.

Not wanting to make this ordeal completely unbearable for the young woman, Dr. Monroe had considerately filled the syringe with warm water. He placed a basin at the base of the table, which was tilted just enough that the fluid would leak downward and away from Vivian's body when she expelled it. The nozzle was long and thing, so as not to overly stretch her virgin channel, with five lines of three tiny holes each at its end to ensure thorough irrigation. 

Vivian whimpered as the doctor pressed the nozzle to the entrance of her body, turning her head into Mrs. Banks' comforting hand. Unlike Mrs. Banks' tender administrations, this portion of the exam felt quite clinical and therefore more frightening as well as more humiliating. The nozzle was cold and hard as it slid into her, feeling very foreign and uncomfortable. She moaned as the doctor pushed it deeper, wanting to protest again but knowing it was useless. 

"Such a good girl, Vivian, you're doing so well," Mrs. Banks whispered, and Vivian took comfort in the praise. After all she'd spent most of her life trying to be a good daughter, a good student, a good friend... to hear that she was being good even in such strenuous circumstances as she found herself was a balm to her agitation and discomfort with the situation. 

Taking a moment to enjoy the pretty picture before him, Dr. Monroe paused as he watched Mrs. Banks run her finger over Vivian's soft cheek, the low murmur of her voice punctuated by the little involuntary whimpers coming from Vivian's throat. Mrs. Banks was bent over in such a way that her dress gaped slightly at the neckline, allowing him to see the creamy curves of her upper breasts. One young woman completely unclothed and restrained, her virginal body trembling, as an older woman comforted her while giving him a delightful view of her own charms. The syringe pressed against Miss Stafford's body, nozzle fully inserted into her untried orifice, enhanced the scene wonderfully. 

A rather unprofessional smile slid over her lips as he began to depress the syringe. 

"Oh! OH!" Vivian thrashed against her restraints, her insides clenching as warm water gushed into her body. It sprayed out of the nozzle, a steady pressure against her cunt walls. The strange sensations inside of her made her quiver and gasp, especially as Dr. Monroe began to twist the instrument and then gently move it in and out of her slightly, the way Mrs. Banks had done with her fingers. The sensations were strange and almost good, except that she felt uncomfortably full and sloshy and the movements of the nozzle inside of her exacerbated the swollen feeling. Fluid trickled out of her as Dr. Monroe fucked her with the nozzle, trickling down her crack and onto the table before sliding down and dripping into the basin he'd readied. With her eyes screwed shut she couldn't see the enraptured and lascivious expressions of Dr. Monroe and Mrs. Banks as they watched her slim body try to twist and writhe, her leg muscles working as she tried to close her thighs only to be stopped by the leather cutting into her skin.

Finally Dr. Monroe pulled the nozzle from her body and the fluid drained immediately now that it was no longer acting as a stopper in her tiny hole. Vivian shuddered at the strange sensation of the receding douche. The inside of her body felt sensitive and slightly irritated, her little pussy lips were darker pink from the stimulation and the friction of the syringe. 

They let her lay there as they prepared the enema, knowing that Lord Cranborne must be enjoying the sight of his exhausted and cleansed bride in her bondage. Indeed, he was quite overcome by the sight; he memorized the lines of her limbs, the way her breasts heaved as she pulled in air through parted pink lips, the swollenness of her cunt and the way her fingers curled and relaxed. That was how she would look after he was done taking her virginity, making her his wife, making her his.

She slowly roused as Mrs. Banks returned to stand by her head, her whispered encouragement bringing back Vivian's anxiety. Why was Mrs. Banks encouraging her again? What were they going to do? 

Something slick and cool rubbed against the crinkled hole of her anus and Vivian cringed in embarrassment, immediately trying to pull away from the touch. 

"Please stop," she begged. "What are you doing?!"

"He's going to give you a thorough cleansing," Mrs. Banks said soothingly, stroking the damp strands of Vivian's hair away from her face. "This is the last part of the exam, you're almost done. Be a good girl Vivian, it's almost over." 

Her whispered encouragement continued as Vivian shut her eyes against Dr. Monroe's scrutiny, small whimpers escaping from her throat as he continued to rub his finger against the tiny rosebud opening, adding just a little bit of pressure. Almost over, she thought feverishly. One last humiliation to endure. She knew what an enema was, of course; her governess had occasionally administered one when she was a child for her health, but she'd never thought to have a man do the deed. And she'd never liked them. 

The tiny hole clenched automatically as Dr. Monroe began to push the small nozzle into the aperture. 

"Mrs. Banks," he said quietly, under the murmur of her words to Vivian.

Immediately Mrs. Banks let her hand stroke down over Vivian's stomach, making little soothing circles on the young woman's skin. Then her fingers delved down into the damp folds of Vivian's sex and the girl clenched again and then relaxed as she moaned. Dr. Monroe took advantage of the inadvertent response to easily slide the lubricated nozzle past Vivian's clutching sphincter. The combined sensation of Mrs. Banks' stroking fingers and the invasion of her rear entrance had Vivian squirming with new sensations. 

Dr. Monroe inflated the little balloon, securing the nozzle in Vivian's body, before beginning a slow release of the enema liquid, holding the bag at shoulder height. Watching Mrs. Banks' fingers dip and slide in Vivian's folds, spreading moisture up to the swollen little nub at the apex, Dr. Monroe shifted slightly to the side so that the voyeuristic Earl would be able to enjoy the same view. Mrs. Banks played with Vivian's pretty pussy in such a way that it was clear she was experienced at doing so with an audience, fingers nimbly arousing Vivian as her back channel was slowly filled with the warm solution. 

Her folds were sensitive from her earlier climax, and Vivian groaned and wriggled as the stretching of her rectum started to become uncomfortable. 

"Oh please... it's too much... that's enough," she begged as her stomach began to cramp a bit, opening emerald eyes up at Mrs. Banks, instinctively feeling that her companion would be the more sympathetic party. 

"You're almost finished dear," Mrs. Banks said encouragingly. "Just relax, let me make you feel good."

Knowing fingers began to press and rub harder at Vivian's little clitty and the overwhelmed young woman let out a sharp cry as Dr. Monroe raised his arm holding the bag of enema fluid and the flow gushed faster into her already full colon. The combination of sensations, the discomfort and pleasure, the cramping ache and the rising ecstasy were almost too much for her to bear. She sobbed and twisted in her restraints as her body throbbed and then shuddered with release, despite her overfull bowels. Mrs. Banks rubbed and caressed, forcing Vivian to ride her fingers through her orgasm, until the young woman was completely exhausted. 

Leaving the nozzle securely planted in her bottom, Dr. Monroe engaged the stopcock and removed the hose. Vivian moaned fitfully as they began to undo her restraints, her body feeling so strange in the aftermath of the most intrusive and humiliating examination of her life, her full bowels sloshing juicily as she moved. In the other room Gabriel stifled another groan as he wrung the last of his own orgasm from his twitching cock before slumping down into the chair. He'd now doused two handkerchiefs with his seed and yet he felt sure that if the examination had continued he'd have been able to release a third load. His future bride roused him like no other woman before, her innocent and passionate responses calling to him. Having no interest in seeing her release the enema, although he'd thoroughly enjoyed watching her being filled, he leaned back into the chair and considered her future training.

*******

After expelling the copious amount of fluid that had been introduced into her bowels, Vivian was feeling quite weak and shaky. Despite her wariness of him, she had no choice but to accept the doctor's help as Mrs. Banks dressed her. Looking away from him, she couldn't stop the heated blushes that suffused her cheeks; she couldn't look at him without seeing the knowledge in his eyes of what she looked like completely unclothed. Fortunately she did not have to suffer his presence for long, as he walked stiffly off to his office the moment she was presentable enough to return to her own room. 

"Come Miss Stafford," said Mrs. Banks as she offered the younger woman her arm. Vivian tottered slightly as she leaned heavily against her companion, her eyes rather glazed looking as she was led to her room. The area between her legs was now feeling especially sensitive, she was sharply aware of the way her netherlips were rubbing together as she walked, wincing a bit as her drawers pressed against them and her abused anus. 

"Mrs. Banks, I don't understand-"

"We'll discuss it when we reach your room, Miss Stafford," Mrs. Banks interrupted her gently, patting her arm.

Oh, of course. Vivian blinked as she realized that there were others walking about, although none of them were paying much attention to her at the moment. But that didn't mean that a servant or, worse, another young lady might not overhear their conversation if they were to talk while walking through the halls. It was only a few more minutes before they reached her room.

"I think it would be best if you took a nap, dear," said Mrs. Banks as she began to undo the buttons on the back of Vivian's dress again.

Although normally Vivian despised sleeping during the day, being a rather active young lady, she found herself agreeing. The examination had completely worn her out and she felt so weak and watery that the idea of laying down and sinking into oblivion for a few hours was immensely appealing. 

"Yes... yes I think I will," Vivian said stepping out of the dress and giving a little sigh of relief as Mrs. Banks took down her drawers. "Mrs. Banks? I don't... I don't quite understand what happened today."

The confused and anxious look on Vivian's face would have softened a much harder heart than Mrs. Banks. She helped the young woman out of her shift and into her nightrail as she reassured her. "What happened today was nothing more than an examination of your responses, so that we know best how to train you for your husband," she said, smoothing the thin fabric over Vivian's hips. "Women react very differently to various stimuli, and now that we know how you react we can best outline what needs to be done before you are ready to be married to his lordship."

"I understand that... I..." Vivian's voice trailed off as she blushed and looked at the floor. She'd accepted the examination as a necessity in order to prepare her for her new life, despite her discomfort with some of the things that had been done to her. What she didn't understand was how she could have enjoyed some of those things, despite the fact that they had been completely indecent. Indeed, she felt almost ashamed of her behavior. Her voice lowered to a whisper, despite the fact that there was no one nearby to overhear. "I don't understand what happened to my body."




Marriage Training Ch. 03



"Don't worry sweetheart, what happened to you was perfectly natural." Mrs. Banks led her towards the bed, one hand wrapped firmly around Vivian's upper arm as she steered her charge. "It's called a climax or orgasm or release, the French call it 'a little death'. You are lucky you are so responsive, some women have difficulty reaching such pleasure. I'm sure your husband-to-be will be very pleased."

"You mean he'll want to do that to me?" asked Vivian, trying to imagine it as she crawled into the bed. The image of a faceless man standing between her legs, the way Dr. Monroe had been, touching her so intimately made her shiver and she wasn't sure if it was with apprehension or excitement. 

"That and much more, but do not trouble yourself over it," Mrs. Banks said, pulling the covers up to Vivian's shoulders as the young woman curled onto her side, looking up at her companion. With her hair tousled from the examination, womanly curves covered by the sheets, and her big green eyes filled with exhaustion and astonishment, Vivian looked much younger than her eighteen years. "We will train you in everything you need to know. Now sleep dear, and when you wake up ring for the maid and she will bring you lunch. There will not be any training this afternoon, but I have arranged for you to have a bath and then you may do as you wish for the rest of the day."

She gave Vivian a final pat on the shoulder before moving hastily out of the door. Vivian blinked rapidly, trying to assimilate all the strange new things she'd experienced during her examination, as well as the information about her freedom for the afternoon. It was rather unexpected and, being rather astute, she realized that Mrs. Cunningham, Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe must be arranging a curriculum for her. Although she wanted to stay awake and think about everything that had happened to her during the eventful morning, Vivian found that her body was far too weary to accommodate that wish and she quickly drifted into an uneasy slumber.

*******

"What did you think of the examination, my Lord?" asked Mrs. Cunningham, once Gabriel had settled himself in one of the comfortable chairs in her office. She had four of them arranged in a circle to facilitate the necessary conversations that took place there. "Was it to your satisfaction?"

Gabriel looked at her with one eyebrow raised; there was a smugness to her tone that indicated she knew exactly how satisfactory - and pleasurable - the examination had been for him. Then again, she had been doing this for many years. He was certainly not the first man to have experienced the frustrating joy of watching his bride-to-be being thoroughly examined and tested. 

"Quite satisfactory," he said finally, steepling his hands in front of him. With one leg casually bent, ankle resting upon the thigh of his other leg, he was the very picture of aristocratic langour. Conscious of his appearance, he had not left the little room installed next to the office where Vivian's exam had been held until he'd felt himself fully recovered. Not a hair or piece of clothing out of place and completely in control of his reactions. "I was impressed with the thoroughness of the examination. And quite pleased with my future bride's reactions, although I think that had as much to do with herself as with Dr. Monroe or Mrs. Banks."

"Oh yes, Vivian is the perfect subject for the training we provide," Mrs. Cunningham said, smiling rather excitedly. Normally she did not feel any sort of emotion about any of the girls who went through marriage training, but Vivian was a special case because Mrs. Cunningham had never seen another woman quite so immediately suited to the lifestyle that she was going to be introduced to. "Ever since she arrived at the school she's been quite cooperative, very eager to please and inherently submissive. I think that she will be quite easy to train and will be one of the school's most accomplished students." 

The description aligned very closely with the impressions that Gabriel had received, both when he'd first met Vivian and as he'd watched her examination today, so he only nodded. 

"I think that we must discuss exactly what you would like the training to achieve, once Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe arrive. There are many different ways a young woman might be trained and we would like to match her to your desires as precisely as we are able to." 

"How so?" asked Gabriel, curious. 

"Well, for instance, some men prefer that their brides come to them obedient but partially untrained so that they might finish the training themselves. Some prefer that their brides become accustomed to being constantly penetrated, others want a bride that will obey any command instantly, some want their brides to associates certain punishments with pleasure or being bound with pleasure. It all depends on the particular gentleman."

"Will I be able to participate in any of the training?"

Mrs. Cunningham hesitated. "It is not unheard of, although I do not recommend it for at least the first month, possibly two, of training. I recommend that a meeting take place between you and Miss Stafford in about a month so that she might meet you and understand who she is being trained for. At that point in her curriculum she will be relieved to put a face to the name and she will have more of an understanding of what is expected of her. Before then she will be so overwhelmed with her new studies and adjusting to what is expected of her. It's possibly that she might go through a period of resentment during that time, especially if she earns any punishments, and it will be best if she has time to accept her new situation before she meets you."

Disappointed, but realizing that Mrs. Cunningham made a very good point, Gabriel nodded his head and sank back into his chair to think. Seeing that he was focused inward, Mrs. Cunningham did not press him for more conversation, instead she waited with her ear cocked towards the door, listening for Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe. She had watched the examination from her own vantage point, the room above the examination room with a peephole in the floor, and her mind was already filled with ideas about training Vivian, dependent upon Lord Cranborne's preferences. 

There was a cursory knock at the door before it opened; Dr. Monroe ushering Mrs. Banks in ahead of him. Knowing that they were expected, he was not one to stand in the hallway and wait to be admitted. 

Both Mrs. Cunningham and Gabriel stood; after all he could not remain seated while there were ladies in the room. 

"Dr. Monroe, Mrs. Banks, please join us," said Mrs. Cunningham with a sweeping gesture at the two awaiting chairs. 

They both murmured a greeting to Lord Cranborne as they took their places. 

"That was an exemplary examination," Mrs. Cunningham said with a smile that looked almost foreign on her face. Her haughty features did not convey approval easily, but she had been quite pleased with the show that her employees had put on for the Earl. "You did very well with Miss Stafford."

"Very well done," said Gabriel, feeling that he should also add his own accolades.

"Thank you," murmured Mrs. Banks as Dr. Monroe nodded in acknowledgment. 

Mrs. Cunningham turned to give Lord Cranborne an ingratiating look. "So, my Lord, now that you've seen Miss Stafford again and had the opportunity to observe her responses, what would you like to achieve from her training?"

Shifting in his seat to a more comfortable position, Gabriel took a moment to consider his words. He was quite grateful to Mrs. Cunningham for having provided the demonstration for him so that he might thoroughly consider what kind of wife he wanted Vivian to be. 

"I don't know if this will be possible, but I'd like her to keep as much of her innocence as possible," he said, deciding to be as bluntly graphic as possible. After all, considering the topic this was not the time to prevaricate or worry about offending anyone's sensibilities. Everyone in the room understood what they were there for. "I enjoy her blushes and attempts to preserve her modesty and I don't want her to lose that before we marry. I don't mind if she protests or tries to cover herself, as long as she is obedient when she is given an order."

"That is actually quite easily done," said Mrs. Banks, nodding her head. "We shall allow her to indulge in her natural reactions without punishment. From what I have observed while accompanying her these past years is that she is quite naturally modest, despite the inherent passion she exhibited this morning; if she is given that small amount of latitude, while being trained into obedience, she will cling to those reactions for as long as possible."

"Wonderful," said Gabriel, a slow, please smiled spreading across his handsome face. "I would like her to become accustomed to being in restraints as well as holding herself in position without the restraints."

"Of course," said Mrs. Cunningham. "Our training also usually includes accustoming the young women to the combination of pleasure and pain, unless you would like to keep them separate. It depends on what you'd like her punishments to be."

"She'll be spanked on a regular basis, for both pleasure and minor infractions," said Gabriel, leaning back into his chair with an anticipatory gleam in his dark eyes. "Larger infractions will be punished with a strap or a cane; after seeing her reactions to anal penetration I will use that for discipline as well. I want her to become accepting of it as a punishment, but not accustomed to it."

"We can run her through all the various ways her anus might be disciplined once or twice, so that she knows what to expect but has not chance to adjust," said Dr. Monroe. "Although I doubt she will give us reason for a punishment enema more than once or twice, as she truly found the anal penetration to be the most humiliating part of her examination. However, I did notice, upon close observation, that it did not hinder her arousal in the slightest. She might not want to like such activities, but her body still responded positively to the stimulation."

That was information that made Gabriel grin inwardly. From his position farther away from Vivian's delectable body, he'd missed such small nuances. 

"Very good. I would also like her to be trained to please me orally, but I'd prefer that wait until she can actually practice on me."

"I can start her out sooner than that, if you'd like, without involving another man," Mrs. Banks said smoothly, obviously understanding the Gabriel was reluctant to share the favors of his bride to be. "If she is introduced to the techniques beforehand she will progress much faster and be less resistant when confronted with doing such a thing on a man. I can use my fingers to simulate the act and therefore I will also be able to guide her more definitively."

"That's acceptable," he said, giving the widow a roguish grin and she blushed. The group discussed further methods of Vivian's training for the next quarter of an hour, before Gabriel had to be one his way. However, by the time he left the school he felt fully confident leaving the instruction of his bride in the capable hands of Mrs. Cunningham, Mrs. Banks and the good doctor. Although, of course, he was also understandably frustrated at the long wait he had ahead of him before he would be able to participate in Vivian's training. 

Still, Mrs. Cunningham had promised that he would be able to watch on occasion if he were to stop by the school once a week or so to witness her progress and he would have to be content with that.



Marriage Training Ch. 04



 Author's note: Make sure to read the first 3 chapters of this series; it's rather plot heavy and the chapters are not meant to be read as standalone pieces. This chapter is heavier on explanation and setting up the story than on eroticism, but the pacing should pick up substantially starting with the next chapter now that we know what to expect from Vivian's new schedule. Enjoy! 

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A knock on the door woke Vivian, although it wasn't until she stretched and various muscles in her body twinged that she remembered why she was currently in her bed.

"Come in," she called, sitting up and impatiently pulling her hair from her eyes. A maid entered with a tray of food and Vivian realized she must have overslept the lunch hour.

The morning's events had thoroughly disoriented Vivian in a way that she'd never experienced before, and although she was feeling more or less back to her usual self now that she'd had some rest, she was aware of various muscles in her body that ached where she'd never had an ache before. Not only that, but she felt as if she'd had a glimpse into some kind of new and fascinating world. But she wasn't sure that it was a good kind of world... she wondered if this is what Pandora had felt like, looking at the box and wondering whether or not to open it.

Except that Vivian didn't exactly have much of a choice.

"Thank you," she said to the maid, who put the tray down beside her on the bed and bobbed a curtsy before exiting the room.

Her luncheon consisted of a hearty stew, hot crusty bread with a chunk of cheese, and an apple. Much heavier fare than Vivian normally enjoyed in the middle of the day, but she found herself ravenous and she began eating with enthusiasm.

As she ate, she couldn't help but think about her examination and what kind of man might want his wife to be subjected to it. She also wondered why the Earl had chosen her, a poor girl of much lower social standing, after only meeting her once. Objectively she knew she was considered beautiful, even if her red hair wasn't fashionable, but was that all a man wanted?

Well of course not, she told herself rather sardonically. If that was all a man wanted then there would have been no reason for that morning's exam or her future training Setting the finished tray of food on the table next to her bed, Vivian leaned back against the pillow. A bath. She'd been promised a bath.

Sitting back up she rang the bell. 

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The hot soapy water scoured her clean, allowing her to relax as the maid attending her worked at washing her long red hair. Without the pins holding it up and the curls to shorten its length, it hung straight down to her waist and she'd always considered it her crowning glory. She didn't care that the color was unfashionable; her mother had always said that Vivian's hair looked like a sunrise. The maid's nimble fingers massaged her scalp and Vivian let out a sigh of pure bliss. 

When she stood so that the maid could pour a bucket of water over her and rinse out her hair, the water streamed down her milky skin, the soap bubbles falling away. 

"Here miss," the maid said, holding out a fluffy towel. 

As the maid rubbed her down, Vivian found herself comparing the brisk and business-like touch to the way Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe had touched her earlier that morning. There really was no comparison. But why had their touches filled her body with such strange sensations while the maid's hands traveled to all the same places but without the accompanying disturbance?

What would her future husband's touch feel like? More like the maid's or...

Vivian shivered.

"I'm sorry miss, I'm almost done and then we can get you dressed," said the maid, misinterpreting the shiver as an indication that Vivian was chilled. 

After dressing her the maid sat Vivian down and began to carefully dry her hair with a fresh towel. Because of the fashion for curls, and because Vivian's hair was almost as unfashionably long and straight as it was red, it could take hours to have her hair put into an acceptable fashion, especially right after a bath. Some days that grated on her nerves and she would have to resist the urge to fidget. Today she was too busy lost in her thoughts, wondering about her future. 

Wondering about her husband.

Wondering about her training.

*******

Vivian was called to Mrs. Cunningham's private rooms for dinner, accompanied by Mrs. Banks as usual. She'd never heard of another young lady having a meal with Mrs. Cunningham, and the unusualness of the situation made her extremely anxious. The beautiful vivid blue gown she wore gave her some measure of confidence, and yet she felt as though both Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks were studying her every movement much more closely than ever before. It was an unnerving sensation, although she did her best to smile and engage in the light social chatter which they had taught her. They discussed the weather, the newest fashion plates which had been delivered to the school and which Vivian hadn't had the chance to see yet, complimented each other's dresses... it was all what Vivian was used to but suddenly it felt like a façade. 

This morning she had seen a flash of the truth behind the carefully kept curtain kept over the secrets of the marriage bed, things that young ladies weren't supposed to be aware of until their wedding night. She could no longer feel fully comfortable with Mrs. Banks, because she couldn't look at the woman without thinking about how it had felt to have Mrs. Banks' fingers stroking her most private areas, inserting them inside her. And then she'd put her mouth there. 

Every time Vivian looked at Mrs. Banks she blushed. The other women noticed her reactions of course, it was most important to be attuned to the young ladies following their examination for their behavior would determine the path of their training. Anger or fear were not uncommon reactions, some young ladies were obviously eager or curious. Vivian was modestly embarrassed, fairly anxious and just a touch fearful. Yet there was also determination in the set of her jaw, her upright spine; she was aware of her need to please her future husband and she had the kind of pride that would not allow her to fail once she'd set her course. No matter how humiliating or confusingly pleasurable it might be. And of course she was all too aware that Mrs. Cunningham must know what had happened in the examination room, although she was not aware that the headmistress had, in fact, watched every moment of it. 

Mrs. Cunningham was quite pleased with what she saw, both as Miss Stafford covered her emotions with a social mask and as she averted her eyes from Mrs. Banks in embarrassment. As skilled as Vivian was in social matters, she was quite transparent whenever her eyes came to rest upon Mrs. Banks. There was very good workable material there; eagerness could occasionally be a hindrance, Mrs. Cunningham much preferred Vivian's determined attitude and her attention to preserving the social niceties. That was something which would serve her in good stead, as the Earl had discussed some of the activities he'd like to indulge in with Vivian, which would include some torments for her that she would be required to hide while in public. Special corsets and undergarments were already being prepared for the young lady, to the specifications of Lord Cranborne's desires and Vivian's measurements.

As the meal ended Vivian felt herself winding up tighter and tighter, as if she was being stretched and pulled like wool around a spindle. So far nothing out of the ordinary had happened and yet that did not comfort her. Why would Mrs. Cunningham invite her for a private dinner only to discuss fashion? There must be some purpose behind her presence here tonight, especially after the events of the morning, and she was becoming quite desperate to know what.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore. 

Putting on her social smile, the way a warrior might don his armor, Vivian raised her emerald eyes to meet the hard agates of Mrs. Cunningham's. "Thank you so much for the invitation to dinner this evening, Mrs. Cunningham," she said. "It was quite an unexpected honor."

Mrs. Banks and Mrs. Cunningham exchanged pleased smiles. Not only had Vivian lasted much longer than most of the young woman in inquiring about her presence, but she had done so quite subtly and politely. Some young woman became quite aggressive at this point, others somewhat hysterical and others never quite got up the gumption to say anything at all. 

From her reading of Lord Cranborne, Mrs. Cunningham was becoming more and more assured that Miss Stafford was exactly the right kind of young woman for his lordship. Submissive but spirited and with a well of inner strength that would make her final submission to him all the more glorious. 

"But one well deserved," she replied to Vivian. "After all, you have proven yourself to be one of the most exemplary students at this school even before your examination today. And I can tell you that your future husband is quite pleased with the results of that examination." Vivian blinked, surprised, but then realized she should have known Mrs. Cunningham would be reporting to Lord Cranborne. After all, her training was at his behest. "I thought it best to give you a respite from the company of the other young women this evening, as you've had quite an eventful day."

"Thank you," she said carefully, trying to decide how to word her myriad of questions. "I do appreciate it..."

But before she could ask anything, Mrs. Banks cut in, reaching across the table to rest her hand on Vivian's. Immediately Vivian blushed as she remembered Mrs. Banks' touch on other, much more intimate locations.

"Tomorrow your training will begin in earnest," said Mrs. Banks. "During the day you will join the other young women in a practicum that we have created to give you all experience in the actual running of a household. In the evening you will forgo the usual activities to begin your marriage training."

"Not all of it will be pleasant," said Mrs. Cunningham, her voice cutting through Mrs. Banks' softer tones. "Although some girls have found a good deal of pleasure in their training. You will be punished when necessary, and rewarded as deserved."

"I'm sure you'll do wonderfully," Mrs. Banks said reassuringly, giving Vivian's hand a squeeze. 

"She'd better," Mrs. Cunningham said acerbically. "We have a reputation to uphold."

"Of course she will, she'll be a credit to us all."

It didn't occur to Vivian that the scene being played out before her was well rehearsed, designed to both set her off balance and realign her emotions positively towards Mrs. Banks. After the examination she'd been decidedly undecided how she felt about her long-time companion, considering the invasiveness of some of the procedures and Mrs. Banks' involvement. Now, the handsome widow's support bolstered her spirits in the face of Mrs. Cunningham's doubtful tone and forbidden expression. She remembered how supportive Mrs. Banks had been throughout some of the harder portions of the exam, and the embarrassment she felt about other portions seemed to fade when compared to her gratitude towards the woman. 

"I will certainly do my best," said Vivian truthfully, not wanting to let down Mrs. Banks' confidence in her. Mrs. Cunningham nodded her head as if to say she knew that Vivian would try her best, but that didn't entirely convince her that she would do well. Mrs. Banks gave Vivian's hand another squeeze. 

"We should get you to bed, dear," said Mrs. Banks. "Tomorrow will be a very long day."

*********

"Good morning!" 

The over-bright cheery voice of a maid roused Vivian from a most uncomfortable dream in which she'd been strapped down to a table similar to the one she'd been restrained to yesterday, and a strange man with a blurred face had been pushing his fingers between her legs. Her body felt overheated, the area between her legs throbbing, as she forced her eyes open. 

"Time to wake up miss," the maid said cheerfully, pulling the blue damask curtains apart. Brilliant sunshine filled the room and Vivian groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes to protect them from the sudden light. Her body felt rather lethargic, which was unusual because normally she didn't need very much sleep. 

Yesterday had been an unusual day, but surely her nap in the afternoon had been enough to rebalance her. 

"Is it earlier than usual?" she asked, blinking her emerald eyes in sleepy confusion. "Oh yes Miss, a full hour earlier. Please Miss, you'll be late if we don't get started."

"I don't understand," Vivian said as she dragged herself from the warmth of the bed, shivering slightly from the morning chill when she was wearing nothing but a thin nightrail. The gossamer fabric did very little to warm her and her nipples stuck out in pink little points, rubbing against the silky inside of the garment. They still felt rather sensitive and sore after the previous morning's abuse.

"You're starting the practicum today, right miss?" the maid asked as she steered Vivian towards the stool in front of her vanity.

Dimly Vivian remembered Mrs. Cunningham saying something about that. "Yes... I believe so..."

"Well that starts a full hour earlier than the normal run of lessons, as you have to travel to the house," the maid chattered. Vivian stifled a groan as the maid began to unpin and re-curl her hair. Why hadn't Mrs. Banks or Mrs. Cunningham mentioned that last night at dinner? Perhaps it had slipped their minds. 

Blearily she stared into the mirror as the maid did her best to give some life to her hair. The long, straight strands of her hair were slightly less resistant than they had been the day before, thanks to the preparations taken after her bath. Scrubbing the sleep from her eyes, Vivian allowed the maid to help her dress, feeling almost as though she was sleeping walking. 

The difference of one hour's worth of sleep was more than she could have ever realized; her body had become quite acclimated to the normal schedule of the school and this one unexpected change was brutal. 

"There you are miss, you'd best hurry, you're already two minutes late," the maid said, practically bustling Vivian out the door. She'd been dressed in a smart morning gown of blue muslin, both flattering and comfortable. 

Feeling rather disoriented, Vivian gave herself a little shake and walked towards the front of the house. She didn't pick up her steps until she was at the top of the staircase and saw two other young woman waiting in the foray with their companions, and Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks. Another older woman, Vivian assumed she was a companion, was waiting there as well, and she felt a surge of relief that she wasn't the last to arrive. Sweeping down the stairs she joined the group at the bottom.

"Miss Stafford, you're five minutes late," Mrs. Banks said in a stern voice. Vivian shifted uncomfortably under the widow's hard gaze. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Banks. I didn't realize that I needed to be awake so early." Although she was apologizing there was a hint of reproach in her voice. 

"That's part of the Practicum," said Mrs. Banks, raising her eyebrow at Vivian. "Your studies are moving on from the theoretical to the practical, you will actually be taking turns with the other young ladies in running a small household. One of the first things you will need to learn is to be flexible and to be able to adjust to any change in your routine. Who knows what emergency might crop up in the early hours of the morning? And you must be prepared to deal with it. It would behoove you to remember that." The look that she gave Vivian clearly showed that she had not missed the slight bit of sass. "We will discuss your punishment for being late when we return to the school this evening."

Punishment?! Vivian almost felt faint. Not once, in all her time at the school, had she ever earned a punishment. Certainly not for something as trifling as being a few minutes late. 

The shock must have shown on her face because Mrs. Banks' expression became slightly more sympathetic. "You are no longer a child Vivian, you are a young woman and you are going to be married soon. Being late is no longer acceptable, it is a measure of disrespect towards the people you are meeting. You are saying that you don't care if they have to wait for you, that your time is more valuable than theirs. What is acceptable for a child is no longer acceptable for you."

Never had Vivian been so thoroughly chastised, and she blushed hot red, feeling quite miserable. Since coming to the school she'd always been a model student, indeed she'd strived to be so. Perhaps she had become complacent.

Footsteps came rushing down the stairs and Vivian turned her head to see the last young woman joining them, looking flushed and contrite. Her immediate apology to the group was in sharp contrast to Vivian's unconcern. Mrs. Banks gave Vivian a significant look and then they were sweeping out the door to the awaiting carriages. 

*********

The return home that evening saw all four young women completely exhausted. If it wasn't for the jerks and bumps along the road, Vivian was quite sure that she would have fallen asleep right where she sat. 

Which would surely have made for another reprimand from Mrs. Banks. It had been a day full of them. For all the young women. They sharply chided, their mistakes loudly pointed out every time they made one. The classes had taught them how an effective household was supposed to run, but the Practicum was already showing them that they could not rely on that. Mrs. Cunningham had explained, before leaving them at the Practice House, that all the scenarios which they would face during the Practicum were taking from things that had actually happened. 

The experience had been eye opening. The day had been sectioned off by hours, each young lady being assigned a section. Each day they would rotate sections so that each were able to practice running the household during the morning, luncheon, afternoon tea and dinner. Today Vivian had been given the morning section, which had started out smoothly enough but had quickly gone haywire when a maid burst in upon the group as they were being given a tour of the house by the housekeeper, shrieking that there were rats in the kitchen.

And Vivian had no idea what to do.

The other young ladies were allowed to give suggestions, but two of them had become so hysterical at the idea of rats that they had been utterly useless. Eventually Vivian called for several footmen to go on a rat hunt, but the fracas had ended up delaying lunch.

Each of the companions had a pad of paper on which they were taking notes about their students, and Mrs. Banks had had an ominous expression as she'd scribbled down several things on hers. All of the companions pointed out the myriad of mistakes each of the girls was making, flustering them further.

All in all it was not a pleasant day. And hers wasn't over yet. She hadn't forgotten that her Marriage Training was to begin this evening. Nibbling on her soft lower lip, she glanced over at Mrs. Banks who was staring out the window of the carriage. Somehow she didn't think that her companion would be willing to postpone the first lesson for a later date. After all, once she was married and the lady of a household, her duties would be round the clock. 

Once the carriage arrived at the school and the young ladies stepped out, Mrs. Banks pulled Vivian over to the side, speaking in a low voice. "I will join you in your room in an hour, you have until then to do as you please."

"Thank you Mrs. Banks," said Vivian, feeling quite relieved. She wanted to do nothing more than go upstairs to her room and lie down. 

*********




Marriage Training Ch. 04



Having learned her lesson from that morning, Vivian made sure that she was ready for Mrs. Banks and her next lesson. She'd had the made help her change into a fresh gown and used a wet cloth to wash her dusty face, neck and arms. Feeling much revived she'd sat by the fire to read the latest Gothic romance while awaiting Mrs. Banks.

As soon as the door opened she set the book down and stood to greet her companion, giving her a small curtsy.

"Good evening Mrs. Banks."

"Good evening Miss Stafford." The older woman swept into the room, the same notepad in her hand that she'd been carrying during the Practicum that morning. Probably filled with every critique that had been made about Vivian. Her stomach twisted as she looked at it; there was nothing Vivian disliked more than feeling as though she had disappointed someone's expectations. Perfection was something she strove for, not just for herself, but in order to never fail anyone important to her.

This morning was the closest she'd come in years to feeling as though she'd done so. Mrs. Banks stood to the side and gestured to a footman behind her who was carrying a high-backed chair. It was a sturdy piece of furniture, simply carved from oak, the seat comfortably padded with a dark brown cushion, and it had no arm rests. The footman settled it in the middle of the room as Vivian stared curiously, before giving both ladies a small bow and exiting.

"This is your punishment chair," said Mrs. Banks, nodding at the chair as she lifted the pad of paper in her hand to look at. 

"My... my punishment chair?" Vivian stared aghast at the thing, completely flabbergasted. Mrs. Banks thought it rather a pity that the Earl wasn't able to see her reaction to the piece of furniture that he'd provided; with her wide green eyes and open pink lips she made quite a fetching picture. 

"Yes. At the end of each day you will present yourself to atone for whatever transgressions you may have committed during the day."

Staring at the chair Vivian began to feel quite faint. The confidence that imbued her in social situations was rapidly deserting her, although Mrs. Banks was quite sure that eventually she would regain her usual grace. But it would not happen tonight or probably for quite a few nights hence.

"Is this... is this punishment of my Marriage Training?" asked Vivian in a horrified whisper.

Pleased with her pupil's perception and reaction, Mrs. Banks moved closer to curve a supportive arm around Vivian's shaking shoulders. There was a fine line to be walked, that of both disciplinarian and comforter; Miss Stafford must learn that the same person who doled out her punishment was the same person who would give her pleasure and the same person who would soothe her when it was needed. The Earl intended to be all of those things to his wife and so Mrs. Banks must prepare Vivian for that eventuality. 

"It is," Mrs. Banks said, in serious but encouraging tones as she stroked Vivian's upper arm. "It will not be so bad, as long as you are a good girl and cooperate. Go ahead and sit down dear." 

Moving slowly, feeling as if she was in a dream, Vivian turned and lowered herself into the chair. The sensation of the world turning into a hazy dream-like atmosphere reminded her forcibly of her examination the day before, causing her heart to begin to pound in anxiety. Was this going to be like the examination? Mrs. Banks stood directly in front of her, consulting her notepad.

"This morning you were five minutes late, so I will give you one spanking for each minute, when we reached the house the housekeeper had to offer a tour of the premises as you didn't seem to realize that you should familiarize yourself with it immediately so that's two more," Mrs. Banks continued, listing each infraction that she'd noted on her paper and the amount of spankings that it incurred. Her head spinning, Vivian did her best to dutifully listen, promising herself that she would not repeat a single mistake. While she would have listened just as fervently due to her own determination to be the perfect wife for the Earl, the threat of spankings certainly gave her motivations an edge. 

"... So that's a total of twenty. Now let me help you out of your dress."

The words punctured the bubble of Vivian's purposefulness and she blinked rapidly, her eyes looking twice their normal size as she clutched at the neckline of her gown. "My dress?"

"Yes," Mrs. Banks said as she helped Vivian up and turned her around, nimbly beginning to undo the buttons. Moving like a puppet at the end of Mrs. Banks' strings, she could do nothing but stand there as the shoulders and then waist of her dress gaped and the fabric slithered to the floor. "At the end of the day I will come here, just like tonight, and you will sit in your punishment chair while we go over why you are being punished. Then you will stand and disrobe, as punishments are most effective when garmentless."

Blushing, trembling, Vivian could only stand in mute shock as Mrs. Banks began to unlace her corset. With her stays gone it was the work of a moment for Mrs. Banks to draw Vivian's chemise over her head, and the poor young woman blushed mightily as she covered her breasts with her hands. She closed her eyes as Mrs. Banks drew down her drawers, leaving her standing in nothing but her stockings.

With her pale skin, the bright tint of the hair obscuring her womanhood was always a shock, and Mrs. Banks looked at the little patch with an aesthetician's eye. Lord Gabriel wanted his future wife to become accustomed to being partially shaved, but that would not happen for another few days. Tonight would have enough shocks, especially as Mrs. Banks didn't think Miss Stafford would submit to the procedure immediately. It was best to wait for a day when she had garnered few other punishments. 

Shivering in the room, Vivian didn't realize that her innocent blushes and horrified modesty were quite appealing. All she knew is that her world had been turned upside down all over again. The examination had seemed like an aberration to her well-ordered world, a strange moment out of time. Now she was realizing that her days would be spent as an elegant young lady and her evenings... her evenings would be spent entirely dishabille while she was being spanked of all things.

Were the other young women in the class being spanked for their mistakes? She found it doubtful as none of them were scholarship students, and what school would dare to spank its students without the permission of their powerful families? But Vivian's family was not wealthy or powerful and apparently her future husband, who was, had decided that he desired her to suffer this.

With one hand wrapped around her breasts, making the ample mounds of flesh bulge temptingly, and the other covering the shock of red hair at the apex of her thighs, Vivian made a delightful picture in nothing but her stockings with blue ribbon garters. Looking over her charge, who was staring at the floor, Mrs. Banks pursed her lips and decided to keep Vivian in her stockings. It was a look many men enjoyed after all. Tomorrow she'd strip her down completely.

Settling herself on the chair, Mrs. Banks looked up at her charge. "Come across my lap now Vivian, hands on the other side with your bottom in the air."

A little whimper escaped Vivian's lips as she stepped forward, but she couldn't make herself go over her companion's lap, she just couldn't! Seeing her hesitation Mrs. Banks' expression became sterner, almost a vial for Mrs. Cunningham. 

"Don't dawdle young lady, or we'll add another five spankings to your count for the evening."

"Oh please," Vivian broke, her shoulders hunched in as she began to beg. "Please don't do this Mrs. Banks."

"Tonight and tonight only I am affording you some leniency," said Mrs. Banks sharply. "You are going to be punished and you can either lay yourself across my lap or I can call for some assistance if you require."

Hot shame coursed through Vivian at the idea of anyone else seeing her in such circumstances, stripped to the skin and about to be spanked. Why she hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl! 

"Come now Vivian," Mrs. Banks' voice became more intimate, coaxing. "The sooner we begin the sooner it will be over and you can put your nightrail on and go to sleep. I know you must be tired."

With a little moan and a rush of movement, before she could think about what she was doing, Vivian practically threw herself over her companion's lap. The older woman had her legs spread so as to support a goodly portion of Vivian's body -- although Vivian didn't know it, Mrs. Banks was approximating the size of a man's lap. Specifically, the Earl of Cranborne's. Stroking the trembling girl's back and buttocks amplified Vivian's tension at the same it soothed her.

The strokes felt good, a tingle of awareness blossoming between her legs as Mrs. Banks' fingers moved across her bare skin. It was such a strange sensation. Still, the vulnerable position across Mrs. Banks lap made it impossible to forget what was about to happen, and Vivian fervently wished that the older woman would just hurry and begin. A rippling shiver went up her spine as Mrs. Banks rubbed the palm of her hand over one globular cheek, almost as if preparing the unblemished expanse of skin for the smack which was coming.

When Mrs. Banks hand lifted, Vivian automatically tensed.

"No dear, you need to relax." Although she tried, she really did, Vivian's muscles just wouldn't cooperate. She buried her head against Mrs. Banks' skirts as she felt the other woman sigh. "I was going to wait to put you in the proper position at a later date, but I think it will help you now. Spread your legs. More. More." Cool air brushed against the inside of Vivian's most intimate folds and she shuddered, knowing how exposed she must look. She consoled herself with the knowledge that it couldn't possibly be as explicit as her position on Dr. Monroe's examination table. "That's it."

With her thighs spread so far apart it was difficult to clench her bottom muscles, although there was still a great amount of tension all throughout her body. Enough that a small cry escaped when Mrs. Banks' hand fell upon her bottom, even though the actual slap had not been very forceful. It was more surprising than anything else. 

As it was her first punishment, none of her transgressions had been particularly great, and she had been fairly cooperative, Mrs. Banks was not going to be overly rough with her. If she had anything recent to compare it to, Vivian might have been quite grateful. 

Tears filled her eyes as Mrs. Banks' hand came down three more times, so that each of her pert bottom cheeks had two spanks apiece. It was more the humiliation of being spanked like a naughty child than actual pain which was affecting her so, although the slaps did sting. 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"OH!" Vivian cried out. Mrs. Banks hand was returning to the same spots on each cheek, leaving two rosy prints in the center of each creamy globe. While this was going to be a light spanking, comparatively, she did want Vivian to be able to feel it for at least a few hours afterwards and that meant focusing her efforts rather than giving her bottom an all-over warming. Each subsequent slap meant that the pink print turned a little darker and Vivian's bottom burned a little hotter.

As Mrs. Banks centered the next four slaps in the exact same manner, Vivian found herself kicking her legs in consternation, the tips of her toes dragging along the carpet as Mrs. Banks swiftly repositioned her so that her head was dangling further forward and she had no purchase from which to resist. Tears fell onto the floor beneath her, her muscles clenching and bottom throbbing as the spanking continued. Despite Mrs. Banks slim appearance, Vivian was discovering that the woman had an arm like iron as it lay across Vivian's back, holding her firmly in place.

Lord Cranborne had given instruction that while he would expect Vivian to maintain her position when being disciplined from behind, while he had her over his lap he rather enjoyed a more natural reaction. Therefore Mrs. Banks did not chide Vivian or slow the spanking, she adjusted herself to allow for Vivian's struggling response and continued to rain down a flurry of hard smacks upon the protesting bottom.

"Oh please! Please Mrs. Banks! Not so hard!" Vivian squealed and twisted, knowing that her pleas were useless but making them anyway. The two spots on her bottom which were taking the brunt of the punishment felt as if they were on fire, her helpless position making her feel even more like a wayward child. 

"Nineteen, twenty," Mrs. Banks counted out as the last two blows landed. Vivian quivered on her lap, crying but not sobbing, Mrs. Banks noted approvingly. An honest reaction; she was pleased that Vivian was not holding back her emotions and also that she had not allowed herself to descend into hysterics. Rubbing her hand over Vivian's bottom, she made soothing noises about what a good girl Vivian had been to take her punishment so well, smoothing some of the pain away with her gentle touch.

Although part of Vivian wanted to return to her feet, she submissively lay across Mrs. Banks lap taking comfort in the gentle touch of the woman's hand. The irony in accepting comfort from her disciplinarian did not escape Vivian, but she was used to turning to Mrs. Banks for support. 

When the woman's hand slipped down to the crease between Vivian's legs she moaned in embarrassment as Mrs. Banks' fingers found the damp evidence of a reaction that she would have never expected. The vulnerability and humiliation of being naked and spanked had reminded Vivian of those same feelings during her examination, and accumulated much the same passionate response. It was not a reaction that she could control, and she fervently wished her body had not betrayed her in such a way again. But the smarting spanks and the helplessness of her position had aroused her and she had no defense against the spark inside of her that the school was skillfully revealing. If she had the opportunity for a conventional marriage it was quite possible that she would have been able to lie back and think of England during her husband's infrequent visits to her bed, her passion remaining forever buried. Instead, those hidden passions were being slowly coaxed to the surface at the experienced hand of Mrs. Banks.

A hand whose fingers dipped and swirled, making Vivian moan and squeeze her thighs together - to no avail. The rude fingers pressed deeper between her pouting pussy lips, her twitching thighs rubbing the sensitive folds against the probing digits, creating such a deliciously pleasurable sensation that Vivian thought she might swoon. She was already feeling rather lightheaded, from both her position and her exertions as she'd kicked her legs and struggled, and now the hot need between her legs was making her feel even more discombobulated. 

"Oh please... Mrs. Banks..." Vivian moaned, unsure if she was asking her companion to cease or continue. She couldn't help but remember the blissful explosion that Mrs. Banks' fingers and mouth had brought her today the day before and she found herself craving that sweet release. Fingers pressed inside of her, invading her tight body, as Mrs. Banks' thumb rubbed against that most sensitive spot on the exterior of her body. Vivian's legs kicked again, no longer struggling, but she could not control her writhing as the burn in her bottom mingled with the heat in her loins and began to swirl and grow. Her hips moved in instinctive rhythm with Mrs. Banks' thrusting fingers, her hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of Mrs. Banks' skirt.

She had been stripped of everything but her footwear, spanked like a child, and now she was working her way up to that glorious climax that she'd found so frightening and exhilerating yesterday. Her intense need for that release was still frightening, but she was beyond thought or anxiety. Having never experimented with touching herself she was defenseless against the sensations streaking through her, and she wallowed in them with all the passionate abandon of an innocent.

"Oh... OH! Mrs. Banks! OHHHHH!" Vivian wailed as her body tightened and exploded, her tunnel spasming around Mrs. Banks fingers as her orgasm wracked her young body. Her head tossed, wayward strands of hair shining brightly against her skin, rosy bottom bouncing as she arched her back and writhed in exquisite ecstasy.

The stroking fingers slowed in their rhythm, allowing Vivian a slow descent down from the peak of her pleasure. She moaned, her hips still jerking with the last wringing spasms of her climax, before she hung limply across Mrs. Banks lap.

Mrs. Banks allowed her a few moments to gather herself before helping the girl up and leading her through her preparations for the evening. Moving like a sleep-walker, Vivian felt satisfied and extremely tired, her limbs seeming heavier than usual. It was quite similar to how she had felt after the examination yesterday.

She blushed as Mrs. Banks helped put her to bed, tucking the covers in. While she thrilled to hear the approval in Mrs. Banks voice as she praised her, some part of Vivian couldn't help but feel embarrassed at more than just her spanking, but also her loss of composure. Yet Mrs. Banks was praising her for losing control of her emotions and reactions, despite the fact that the school had trained her never to do so.

"I don't understand," she said, looking up at Mrs. Banks in confusion. Mrs. Banks sat on the bed next to her, very similar to the way Vivian's mother had when she was a young girl. "Which part was my punishment and which part was my Marriage Training?"

Smiling, Mrs. Banks smoothed back a wayward strand of hair from Vivian's forehead. The young woman was on her side, obviously loathe to lay on her back with her bottom cheeks still feeling rather tender. "It was all part of your Marriage Training." Vivian gasped. "Do you mean my husband will spank me?"

"It is possible," said Mrs. Banks. It was a certainty, but there was no need to give the girl that information when this was all so new to her. Eventually she would be completely accustomed to her new way of life. "Depending on the infraction your punishments will vary, both at the school and once you are married. But do not dwell on it overmuch, you will be well prepared for marriage by the time you leave the school."

"I do not like being punished," Vivian burst out resentfully, stifling the urge to rub at her sore bottom cheeks while Mrs. Banks was still in the room with her. "Are the other girls being punished?"

Mrs. Banks skewered her with a hard look and Vivian bit her lip, before the other woman's face softened a bit. "You are not like the other girls, Vivian. You are luckier than they are for you will be prepared for your marriage. Not all husbands may wish to discipline their wives in the same way that your future husband does, but it is not uncommon either. Those girls will go into their marriage never knowing what needs or discipline awaits them. You will be prepared as best we can to be the best possible wife for Lord Cranborne. And you won't let us down, will you?"

The question was gentle but it appealed to Vivian's pride and determination.

"Of course I won't," she said, setting her jaw stubbornly. Mrs. Banks smiled and bid her a good night, skirts swishing gently as she left the room to go write her report on the day's activities. The report would go first to Mrs. Cunningham and then at the end of the week each daily report would be bundled and sent to the Earl so that he would be kept apprised of Miss Stafford's progress.

Alone in her room with her sore bottom, Vivian wondered what her future marriage would be like. She vowed to be the best wife she could, so that her husband would have no reason to punish her. Although... once the actual spanking was over she had found that it was not an entirely unpleasant activity. What would it have been like across a man's lap? 




Marriage Training Ch. 04



Shivering, wondering, Vivian snuggled down into her sheets and her exhausted body drifted into sleep.



Marriage Training Ch. 05



Author's Note: It is suggested that you read the previous chapters of this series as they are not meant to be read on their own. Enjoy! 

*

"You'd best get up Miss, you don't want to be late!"

Despite her determination not to have a repeat performance of the day before, Vivian found herself struggling even harder to wake up than she had the previous day. The long day at the practicum, the spanking, the subsequent climax, and the earlier hour than she was used to were all working against her. She dragged herself out of the sheets, stumbling through her toilette as the maid fussed over the bags under her eyes and practically had to force her to eat a light breakfast.

Muscles ached, although her bottom wasn't nearly as sore as she would have expected after the spanking. She had snuck a peek in the mirror when the maid was dressing her and seen that her skin looked perfectly clear without a hint of pink. It almost disturbed her that there were no remaining visible marks. Shouldn't there have been some lingering evidence of her ordeal, more a faint tingle in her bottom when she sat on the hard chair while the maid did her hair?

But the only visible evidence was the hated punishment chair, which was still sitting in the middle of her room. Vivian purposefully didn't look at it.

Hurrying the hallway, Vivian knew that she was on the borderline of being late. Today she the second one down the stairs, but Mrs. Banks was shaking her head, glancing at the clock and making a note on her paper pad, so she knew she was late. Looking at the clock she sighed. Two minutes late but her bottom already tingled in anticipation of being punished later. 

The spanking she'd received the night before had been painful and left her humiliated and indignant, but the pleasure that had followed had been overwhelming. Would one always follow the other, she wondered? Was the pain worth the pleasure? 

Before she could lose herself too much in her ruminations the last girls were hurrying down the steps, flushed with embarrassment at being late, and the companions were ushering them out the door to the carriages. Unlike yesterday there was no chattering of excitement or speculation; they had a basic idea of what was in store for them and had realized it was not all going to be easy or fun. 

Relieved that she no longer had to start off the day, Vivian watched with interest as Rosalie, who had today's morning section, sorted the invitations that had been received in the "mail." After that came a planning of the day's menu for the various meals, then a quick walk around the house and gardens for both relaxation and to ascertain that everything was in order.

Then Vivian took over the reins, handling the luncheon with the other young ladies and the companions as her "guests." Once they were running their own households they would not have guests every day, but Mrs. Cunningham obviously felt that it was important to have as much practice with guests as possible because those were the situations which were most fraught with the possibility of failure. It was utterly nerve-wracking being in charge of the luncheon, ensuring that everything flowed smoothly from the meal itself to the conversation. Yesterday everyone had been quite well behaved, today two of the companions were obviously impersonating 'problem guests.' One kept attempting to steer the conversation in the direction of inappropriate topics, gossip about gentleman's mistresses, references to what happens in the marriage bed. All completely inappropriate for the young misses at the table, yet despite being one herself Vivian was responsible for guiding the conversation back to more appropriate venues. 

The other companion became quite acerbic, very much like one of the tons dragons, the older ladies who ruled the roost and quite often cared little for the opinions of others. Vivian had met one at her cousin's wedding, and the companion was doing a very credible impersonation from what she remembered; rudely remarking on the dresses that the ladies around the table were wearing, interrupting their sentences... she was actually the more challenging because Vivian had to smooth things over for all parties without offending her. 

By the time the luncheon was over Vivian felt quite battered; it had been a strain not to lose her temper for a bit. The "dragon" in particular had seemed almost gleeful about making things difficult for her.

It was rather disheartening to see how much Mrs. Banks was writing, although at least she was fairly certain she hadn't repeated any of her mistakes from the day before. Although it would have been almost difficult to make exactly the same errors, as she'd been in charge of an entirely different section of the day for today's practicum.

But she could now relax, somewhat, as her portion of the day was finished. All of the young ladies were on edge, waiting for something dire or exciting to happen. By the end of the day Vivian felt almost disgruntled when nothing had, and strangely weary from the tension of anticipation. Was she the only one who was going to have to deal with some kind of emergency?

Thinking it over, on the carriage ride back to the school, Vivian concluded that truly dire situations couldn't possible occur on a daily basis. And one could never anticipate when one would occur. As always, the teachers were a step ahead of her and the other students. The next crises would happen when they were feeling more comfortable, more confident. Not while they were on the tips of their toes, ready for any unexpected occurrences. 

Vivian shared this theory over dinner, as she and the other Practicum students naturally gravitated towards sitting with each other. The other young ladies at the school were still involved with classes that taught theories, they didn't know the trials of actually putting those lessons into practice. It made for a kind of division between the Practicum ladies and the other students, and all five young ladies found themselves wanting to be able to discuss their day with others who would understand. They agreed with Vivian's theory and were generally supportive of each other; giving suggestions and commiserating over the lectures that they were sure to receive later that evening.

She felt a small tinge of resentment, as she realized that none of them were going to receive anything worse than a stern talking to. But then she also realized that none of them were likely to know anything of the hot bliss that had followed each of her more harrowing experiences at the hands of Mrs. Banks. Still, just as there was a division between the young ladies involved in the Practicum and the ladies still in classes, Vivian realized there was a division between her and these ladies with whom she was sharing her days. None of them could understand everything she was going through; the only person she would be able to confide in about such things was her companion.

Which, of course, was exactly how Mrs. Cunningham intended it. 

******

The sharp rap of Mrs. Banks' knuckles preceded her entrance through Vivian's door. Vivian was seated at her windowseat, book in her hands, and she did everything she could to keep her attention away from the punishment chair in the center of the room. 

"Good evening, Miss Stafford," said Mrs. Banks coolly as she swept into the room, closing the door with a solid thud behind her. Biting her lip, Vivian stood and bobbed a small curtsy.

"Good evening, Mrs. Banks."

They both stared at each other for a moment and Mrs. Banks raised her eyebrow and shook her head. "I thought you had a better memory than this Vivian. Where should you seat yourself so that we may begin tonight's Marriage Training lesson?"

Vivian hadn't forgotten, she had just been hoping to put off the inevitable. Still, she knew better than to talk back to Mrs. Banks. Hoping to smooth over her hesitation, she quickly walked to the punishment chair and sat down. "I'm sorry Mrs. Banks, it won't happen again."

"I'm sure it won't," said Mrs. Banks, her soft voice sounding rather ominous. Vivian told herself that she was just imagining things, her anxiety adding more meaning to Mrs. Banks' words than were truly present. The companion ran a critical eye over Vivian's straight-back posture, skirts fanned out in a flattering manner, and hands demurely folded in her lap. Apparently finding nothing amiss, she consulted the pad of paper in her hand. "So. Tonight's count... five for the five minutes it took you to discourage Mrs. Marbury from her discussion on men's breeches, two for..." It took all of Vivian's willpower not to protest the list of transgressions. Surely it could not be considered her fault if the companions had been too enthusiastic in their disruptive roles! And yet she knew that in some small part it was. Society would judge her skills as a hostess just as sharply, if not more so. Blinking back the protests and the tears that threatened as she listened to all the ways in which she'd failed during the day, Vivian reasserted her self-vow to improve. "So that's a total of eighteen with my hand, plus four with the hairbrush for the two minutes you were late this morning and two more with the hairbrush for not immediately sitting in your punishment chair after greeting me."

"But I didn't know!" The words burst forth from Vivian's lips before she could stop them and she cringed, knowing instinctively that such an outburst would not be acceptable. 

Indeed, Mrs. Banks frowned at her. "That's another two for protesting. Your punishments will never be decided by you, nor will they be excused for anything other than a situation out of your control. You did indeed know what the procedure was to be for this evening, you dawdled in an attempt to regain control over your punishment. If you ever have a true excuse you may present it, or you may beg if you are so inclined, but whether or not you will be allowed a reprieve will always be up to me, or eventually your husband."

Vivian stared down at her hands and didn't say anything further. She felt so conflicted... on one hand she was rather indignant that Mrs. Banks suggest that she beg, on the other hand she could feel the truth in the other woman's words. The need to reassert some control over the indignity of what was about to happen had been instinctual, but it was still the action that she had taken. The desire to please Mrs. Banks, and ultimately her husband, was very strong, but she obviously had some instincts to overcome along the way.

And she couldn't deny that her body was already feeling somewhat excited at the knowledge that she would be rewarded at the end of her punishment if she was good. Hopefully her outburst would not deny her that sweet finish.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Banks," she said finally when the silence seemed to drag out. She truly meant it as well. 

"Very good, Miss Stafford," said her companion approvingly, and a little flutter of warmth went through Vivian at the accolade. The same words that Mrs. Banks had said the day before when she'd put her fingers between Vivian's legs with such delightful consequences. "You may now stand so that we may undress you."

Mrs. Banks was quite pleased with the progress that Miss Stafford had already made. She'd expected a bit of resistance still, yet Vivian's innate submissiveness had dominated her responses and she was already beginning to fall easily in line with the program laid out for her. The young woman quietly turned so that Mrs. Banks could undo the buttons along the back of her dress, revealing the lacy chemise and drawers beneath, covered by a rose pink corset with ivory laces. Vivian let out a shuddering breath as her corset was loosened and then removed. Looking down she blushed as she realized that her nipples were already hardened into little buds beneath her chemise, poking suggestively at the fabric. Beneath them she could see the coppery glint of the hair over her mound. Now, knowing the importance of that area, she realized how very suggestive her chemise was; something that she had never considered before.

She blushed even harder when Mrs. Banks turned her around and looked down at the rosy swells of her nipples, giving an approving nod. 

"Do not be embarrassed by such responses," Mrs. Banks said, noticing Vivian's flushed cheeks and lowered gazes. Cupping Vivian's breasts in her hands, Mrs. Banks squeezed them gently and ran her fingers over the jutting nipples, making Vivian moan and tremble as a current of desire ran through her body. Her creamy thighs pressed together as the area between them suddenly felt extremely hot, the pressure increasing both her excitement and her pleasure. "This is part of what the Earl will value about you."

Such a comment only raised more questions in Vivian's head as Mrs. Banks removed her chemise and drawers, this time also removing Vivian's shoes and stockings so that she was completely nude. Would her husband touch her breasts and pinch her nipples? She remembered the large hands of Dr. Monroe, massaging her breasts, and she wondered if the Earl would do the same. Then she remembered the clamps and shuddered... they had pinched so horribly and yet her body had reacted with both pain and pleasure. Just like with the spankings. Would her future husband torment her nipples in the same way?

Did she want him to?

Mrs. Banks settled herself into the punishment chair, spreading her thighs to widen her lap. "Across my lap now, Miss Stafford."

Tonight Vivian draped herself over Mrs. Banks' legs without protest and the companion smiled to herself. The Earl was going to be very pleased with his future wife, and it would be accredited to her. 

Caressing the creamy swells of Vivian's unblemished buttocks, Mrs. Banks focused her attention on the here and now; after all, a student such as Miss Stafford deserved her undivided attentions. 

"Spread your legs further Miss Stafford," she directed. "And don't forget to point your toes inwards." Vivian tensed as she did so, obviously waiting the inevitable addition to her spanking. "I will not add to your punishment this evening, but if you do not spread your legs to my satisfaction tomorrow then you will increase the number of strokes you receive from the hairbrush." She continued to caress Vivian's bottom, fingers delving down very quickly to test the status of the young woman's arousal without giving her any pleasure. Damp, slightly swollen, pussy lips split apart by the positioning of her body. Soon her responses would associate all of this, the positioning and the punishments, with pleasure and respond with a sopping wet arousal that would delight the Earl. 

Tonight Mrs. Banks decided to cover Vivian's entire bottom, the slaps coming down with slightly more force than the night before now that the young woman had a better idea of what to expect.

SLAP!

"OH!" Vivian cried out with surprise as Mrs. Banks' hand came down at the top of her right buttock, rather than directly in the center as it had the night before. The swat stung, but she barely had time to register its location before another landed just below where the first had. 

SLAP! SMACK! SMACK!

The placement of Mrs. Banks' hand marched down the surface of Vivian's right flank, leaving a tinge of pink in its wake, contrasting rosily to the creamy left cheek. Vivian squirmed uncomfortably, although she didn't cry out again until Mrs. Banks' hand smacked against the more sensitive area just underneath her buttock in the crease between cheek and thigh. Then her head jerked back in surprise at how much more a spank there stung, although the pain transferred itself almost immediately to her excited core, which Mrs. Banks fingers brushed against before moving back up to the top of Vivian's rear. 

SMACK! SLAP! SMACK!

Now her hand marched down the left side of Vivian's hindquarters, matching the pink glow of the right. Gripping the legs of the chair, Vivian squirmed even more. This was not nearly as painful a punishment as the night before when Mrs. Banks had landed each blow on the same spots over and over again. Instead, this spanking was causing an immediate reaction between her legs where she could feel herself becoming hotter and damper, her instinct being to close her thighs together and rub so that she could find that delicious pressure against the lips of her womanhood again. 

At least, until Mrs. Banks reached that spot just underneath Vivian's cheek again. That smarted and she squirmed a little harder, a little blurt of surprised pain falling from her lips. Another brush of fingers against the dampening lips of her quim and then Mrs. Banks started over at the top of Vivian's right buttock. 

The second round of spankings, on slightly more sensitive skin, brought a healthy pink flush to Vivian's creamy skin. Now that her bottom had been warmed up, Mrs. Banks was applying a bit more force with each slap, so that Vivian had to work a little harder to keep quiet as she received her punishment. And yet her body still responded with hot cream, seeping from the open lips of her pussy. 

"OH!" Vivian cried out again as Mrs. Banks' hand came down hard against her crease. Why did that spot smart so much more than any other?! She had no time to contemplate the question before her left side was receiving its second line of hearty smacks. 

Mrs. Banks hand along her back increased its pressure as Vivian's squirming continued, her hips wagging back and forth. It made the precision of slaps more difficult, and Mrs. Banks increased the force to compensate, which only increased the writhing of Vivian's body. When Mrs. Banks' hand came down on that sensitive crease again, Vivian broke position and her legs kicked out a little... mindful of the Earl's desire for a natural response, Mrs. Banks did not scold her.

Besides, the young lady would be kicking even more in a moment. 

Panting, hot and wet between her thighs, Vivian spread her legs again, worried that Mrs. Banks would scold her for the little kicks -- although she suddenly realized that she hadn't been scolded the night before when she'd been much more active. It was only because Mrs. Banks had stopped that Vivian had immediately started worrying that she'd done something wrong. That quality was part of what would make Vivian such an excellent submissive wife to Lord Cranborne, something that Gabriel had instinctively responded to and been attracted by when he'd first met her. The desire, the need to please, in every aspect of her life. 

"I have a new brush for you Miss Stafford," Mrs. Banks said, keeping one arm across Vivian's back as she reached into her pocket for the hairbrush that she'd brought with her. "I will take your old brush with me tonight and from now on you will use this brush only to brush your hair, and it will also be used for your punishments. First mistakes will be punished with my hand to your bare bottom, repeated mistakes will be reprimanded with the hairbrush and you will receive double the number that you had the first time."

"What if I make a mistake for a third time?" asked Vivian worriedly, turning her head to look up into Mrs. Banks' stern blue eyes. They softened slightly, even though Mrs. Banks frowned at her. 

"Let us hope you never need to find out," said the companion, more to bolster Vivian's motivation than anything else. Fear of the unknown was a powerful tool and besides she hadn't decided yet. Quite possibly that would be the time to introduce the young woman to the crop or perhaps the tawse, or she would be taken back to Dr. Monroe for a punishment enema. But it would all depend on where Vivian was in the training when she did so; by the time she made a mistake for a third time she may have already experienced the sting of the crop or the cramping pains of a punishment enema and so a different form of discipline would introduced. It was best not to set up expectations, so that the training could remain flexible and the student kept on her toes. 




Marriage Training Ch. 05



Indeed, Mrs. Banks ominous words made Vivian shudder, her buttocks automatically clenching as she tried to imagine what awful retributions such a transgression would invoke. But she did not have too much time to think as Mrs. Banks hefted the hairbrush in her hand. 

It was a lovely creation, specially designed and crafted for Vivian by Lord Cranborne once the marriage contract had been signed and she'd been enrolled in the school. The bristles were made of stiff boar hairs which would particularly sting if a reddened bottom were smacked with it, much more prickly than Vivian's current horse-hair brush. It was also wider and heavier than her current silver back brush, and not nearly as pretty, made out of sturdy wood in a squarish shape that would cover a large amount of Vivian's pert bottom when used in such a manner. The handle was slightly ridged to assist the grip of whoever was holding the brush. About as thick as three of Mrs. Banks' fingers, the bumpy length was also slightly longer than the average hairbrush handle, which would assist with a proper spanking and also allow it to be more creatively used if so desired. 

Mrs. Banks did not intend to use the handle for its secondary purpose until the following week, however, as she did not wish to rush her charge, no matter how submissively and agreeably she reacted to most things. Rushing through lessons was sloppy and not nearly as effective. Fingers for the first week and then she would see how Vivian adjusted to a change in sensations. 

For now, she got a sturdy grip on the hairbrush and brought it down with a heavy force right across the center of Vivian's bottom. The back of the brush was large enough to catch both cheeks, it felt like fire was licking across the area from the heavy wood, an entirely different sensation than the less severe smack of Mrs. Banks' hand. 

"AAAHHHH!" cried out Vivian, sudden tears sparking in her eyes, her body lurching forwards. Mrs. Banks paused just long enough to readjust her arm, securely holding Vivian in place, her toes now barely brushing the floor, before delivering a second sturdy smack in almost exactly the same location. "OH PLEASE!"

"Four more," Mrs. Banks said, raising her arm and bringing the hair brush down again. 

There was now a red hot rectangle of smarting flesh right in the center of Vivian's bottom, glowing much brighter than the slight rosy pink that colored the rest of those formerly creamy globes. Vivian shrieked, her legs kicking without restriction now, fingers pressed against the floor as a tear fell to the floor in front of her. 

"Please Mrs. Banks," she begged, her voice high-pitched and slightly panicked. "It hurts too much! Please just use your hand!"

"If it's that bad then you won't repeat any of your mistakes a second time again," said Mrs. Banks calmly, admiring the way Vivian's bottom marked up so nicely. The hairbrush that the Earl had made for his bride was quite easy in her hand and it made such a resounding, meaty noise when it impacted flesh. The rosy red color it immediately provoked spoke for its effectiveness, as did Vivian's pleas. And yet, for all her kicking and squirming, the young woman wasn't actually making a true attempt to dislodge herself from her companion's lap. While Mrs. Banks was having to hold her in place somewhat, all of Vivian's movements were ones that she was making no attempt to control, not a concerted effort to end the punishment. 

Other young ladies had fought the indignity and pain of a spanking more and for longer, but Vivian's resistance was instinctive, or else Mrs. Banks would have had to hold her much tighter. But Miss Stafford assisted in her own positioning, doing her best to stay in Mrs. Banks lap with her hands and the leaning of her body. Not once, not even the night before, had she asked for the punishment to cease; instead she asked for it to decrease in intensity. Although, of course, either plea was destined to be ignored. 

THWACK!

Vivian squealed, trying to bring her hand back to cover her burning bottom, the throbbing heat of that tormented spot greatly increasing her agitation. She was hindered on one side by the chair and Mrs. Banks' body, and as soon as she got her other hand around Mrs. Banks grabbed it by the wrist and held it to the small of her back. 

"That's three more you've earned, Vivian, in addition to the three that you already had left," Mrs. Banks said fiercely, upset more because she hadn't been prepared for such a maneuver and had been about to lower the hairbrush again. "You may beg and plead and kick all you want but you must never try to cover your bottom. What if I had brought the hairbrush down on your wrist? You could have been injured!" And that was something that she knew the Earl would never stand for. He might want his bride accustomed to a certain amount of physical discipline, but he would never countenance true injury -- and Vivian must be thoroughly trained not to attempt to hinder her punishments. 

"Nooooo..." Vivian moaned, her hand twitching in the confines of Mrs. Banks' much stronger fingers. "I'm sorry Mrs. Banks, I didn't mean to!"

THWACK!

"Well you certainly won't do it again."

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Squealing and kicking, Vivian's tears fell to the floor in front of her, watering it in the same manner which she had the night before. She was thoroughly sorry for trying to impede her spanking -- it would have already been over by now if she had not! And even more so for the disappointment which she heard in Mrs. Banks' voice, disappointment in her for not taking her punishment as well as she might have. Would this mean that she would be denied the climax that her body so readily craved? The thought made her almost as distraught as the actual punishment. 

THWACK! THWACK!

The last two smacks with the hair brush landed against each of Vivian's buttocks in turn, catching the area that had already been thoroughly punished in the center of her bottom, as well as fresh canvas with which to paint red. Now a wide, rosy red stripe crossed her bottom horizontally, much darker in the center and lightening towards the edges. 

Vivian choked back her howls, the fingers of one hand clenched around the chair leg while the other was still held in Mrs. Banks' tight grip. The noise slowly softened to whimpers as the immediate sting eased, leaving her bottom feeling hot and tight, an insistent low throbbing throughout the entire area. 

The hair brush was placed on her back, so that she could feel the warmth of the wood between her shoulder blades, while Mrs. Banks' hand rubbed over the beaten flesh of her bottom, causing Vivian to hiss between her teeth as the pain flared again. She quivered, spreading her legs further apart, as if in hopes of enticing Mrs. Banks downwards. 

"Very good," Mrs. Banks said approvingly. "I know you didn't mean to fight me, Vivian."

Tendrils of red hair wafted around Vivian's face as she shook her head, letting out a relieved sigh as Mrs. Banks fingers stroked along the center of her womanhood. The spanking had heated more than her reddened bottom, her folds were sopping wet with her cream and she raised her hips as Mrs. Banks stroked and swirled her finger tips against Vivian's swollen flesh. It was hot bliss, easing the sting of the spanking more than anything else had done as pain and pleasure mingled in the lower half of Vivian's body. 

Truthfully Mrs. Banks would have found any reason to give Vivian pleasure following the spanking, knowing the importance of connecting the two in the young woman's mind at the beginning of her training. But Vivian didn't know that, and so she also affiliated her obedience and submission with the resulting pleasure. 

One finger slid easily into Vivian's wet sheath, causing her to moan and her muscles to tighten around the invader. It pumped back and forth, curving and probing, looking for that certain sweet spot inside of her. Mrs. Banks' other hand started rubbing and squeezing at Vivian's chastened bottom cheeks, further mingling the pain and the pleasure at her core. Vivian whimpered in confusion as the sensations melded, making it almost impossible to discern which was which. Neither deterred the growing tension in her loins. 

Another finger slid inside of her as Vivian began to move her hips in conjunction with the thrust of Mrs. Banks' probing fingers. The older woman's thumb reached down to caress the nubby pearl of flesh at the apex of Vivian's pussy lips, which was shyly peeking forth from its hood. The contact sent a spasm of hot pleasure through Vivian and her hips began to move at a faster pace, her rump rising to meet the press of Mrs. Banks' talented fingers. 

The older woman smiled her pleasure at Vivian's heated responses, the tightness of her virgin sheath, as she watched his fingers delving in and out of it. 

"That's it Vivian, just let go," Mrs. Banks murmured as she roughly rubbed her other hand over that hottest spot in the center of Vivian's reddened ass. 

Lightheaded from her position, Vivian's head arched up and back as she tightened around Mrs. Banks' fingers, the hairbrush falling from her shoulders to fall to the floor, her little clitty pressed hard by the pad of Mrs. Banks' thumb. She gasped and trembled as her climax washed over her, her bottom cheeks clenching and bouncing as the convulsions took her. It was a fiery tide of hot-bottomed pleasure, a rapturous release of all the tensions of the day, a wash of pain-tinged bliss as she cried out in ecstasy. The muscles in her arms trembled and collapsed as she rode the wave out, her head hanging above the floor as she went limp over Mrs. Banks' lap. 

The heady feeling of satiated exhaustion overtook her, and she moaned a little as Mrs. Banks continued to stroke and soothe her swollen flesh. Mrs. Banks allowed her to lay there like that, her thighs spread and open to receive the soft strokes of her companion's fingers, for several long minutes before she told Vivian to stand. Helping Miss Stafford dress herself in her nightrail for the evening, Mrs. Banks brushed Vivian's long red hair with the brush that had just punished her, ignoring the young woman's squirming as she was forced to sit on her sore cheeks throughout the hundred strokes of the brush. At least these strokes were pleasant, even if she was constantly reminded of her punishment throughout them. 

When Mrs. Banks left Vivian's room that evening, she told Vivian's old hairbrush with her.

**********

The next few days continued in the same manner, with Vivian's practicum in the morning followed by dinner back at the school, an hour to herself, and then draping herself over Mrs. Banks' lap in the punishment chair for chastisement and pleasure. Her first day after the hairbrush spanking she found that her bottom remained quite sore the next morning, her cheeks showing just the faintest hint of pink across the center when she looked in the mirror. She incurred another round with the hairbrush when she attempted to meet Mrs. Banks in a robe rather than fully dressed. The companion scolded her soundly for trying to take control of the punishment again and made her re-dress before sitting her in the punishment chair for her litany of offenses during the day, and then undressing her again. That one earned her a hefty ten swats with the hairbrush on top of her already sore bottom that evening. The next morning she found herself shifting uncomfortably as she ate her breakfast, although there were no lasting marks.

Each day she made some mistakes, although she was not late again as her body finally adjusted to the new schedule. It seemed to Vivian that the spankings were becoming harder each evening and yet her body always had the same response -- abject need for the pleasure that followed. 

On Thursday, Mrs. Banks added a new element to Vivian's marriage training. She had spanked Vivian fifteen times, hard, before dipping her fingers into the young woman's dripping orifice and pleasuring her. Mrs. Banks was pleased with her student's progress although she was becoming hard pressed to find reasons to spank Miss Stafford, but soon that wouldn't be necessary anyway. The training had progressed to the point where Vivian didn't protest the harshness of her punishment for some of her transgressions. Indeed, she was almost eager for it, despite the fact that the spankings always brought tears to her eyes even if she didn't actually cry. 

After bringing Vivian to her moaning climax, Mrs. Banks didn't give the young woman the opportunity to lay across her lap as she normally did. Instead she immediately pushed the lower half of Vivian's body off of her so that she was kneeling naked between Mrs. Banks legs, looking up at her with dazed green eyes, a few tears still clinging to her long lashes. 

Taking advantage of the young woman's disorientation and confusions, Mrs. Banks put her fingers to Vivian's mouth, the ones that were coated with the honey from her quim. 

"Open up Miss Stafford." 

The command was stated firmly and Vivian automatically responded with compliance before she could even think about it. Mrs. Banks fingers rubbed along her lower lip and then pushed between her lips, the musky sweet taste of the juices from her own body exploding along her tongue. Vivian blinked and jerked back. 

"No," snapped Mrs. Banks and she hauled Vivian back up and over her lap, landing four hard slaps to each bare cheek of Vivian's bottom, which were still pink from the punishment that she'd already received. Shocked by this sudden brutal treatment, her body still tingling from the aftermath of her orgasm and feeling even more sensitive than usual, Vivian shrieked and kicked to no avail. She shuddered as Mrs. Banks' fingers speared her roughly and then she was suddenly back on her knees in front of her companion, the dripping fingers with their renewed coating of juices held in front of her lips. "Open up Miss Stafford."

Her lips trembled as she stared at the fingers, her tongue rolling around her mouth a little and then she reluctantly parted her lips. Just a tiny bit. Just enough that she had followed the order. 

Instead of the reprimand Vivian half expected, Mrs. Banks practically cooed her approval. "Very good Vivian. Such pretty lips you have, so soft and pink."

Mrs. Banks rubbed her fingers along Vivian's lips, coating them with the orgasmic juices from Vivian's pussy. The musky smell filled her nose and she felt rather lightheaded, although she was unsure if it was from the abrupt second spanking over Mrs. Banks' lap or the heady smell of the honey coating her lips. 

"It feels nice to have your lips touched, doesn't it? And taste your honey... it's sweet isn't it?" Mrs. Banks' voice was almost hypnotic, the tips of her fingers pushing just very slightly into Vivian's mouth before pulling back out again and running over her pouty lips, then back in and out and around. Each time she pushed a little deeper, speaking soothingly to Vivian about what a good girl she was, and how nice it felt to have Vivian's lips on her fingers. Eventually she was rewarded when Vivian's tongue flicked against her fingertips.

"That's it Vivian," cooed Mrs. Banks, leaning forward to establish more intimacy between them. Her blue eyes held Vivian's green ones, almost the way a snake's would, and Vivian found herself unable to look away as she fell under the older woman's spell. "Lick my fingers, it feels good to me when you do that, I like it."

Her fingers pushed further into Vivian's mouth this time and Vivian found herself licking at the juicy digits. The strange taste was no longer new to her, and if she didn't exactly enjoy it at least it wasn't unpleasant. Mrs. Banks smiled at her approvingly as she began to stroke Vivian's hair with her other hand, petting her and complimenting her as she encouraged Vivian to take her fingers deeper.

"That's it darling, suck on my fingers... Doesn't it feel nice? Don't stop licking while you're sucking. Don't use your teeth except very, very lightly... that's it... "

She moved her fingers back and forth in Vivian's mouth, mimicking the way the Earl would one day use his cock, knowing that Vivian had no idea what she was being trained for. The young woman sucked and licked every drop of cream from Mrs. Banks' fingers, the dream-like haze she was in feeling stronger than ever. Could this possibly be truly happening? And yet she found that she did find some pleasure in the act, it wasn't the same kind of pleasure that came from sucking on a lolly, but there was some kind of strange enjoyment in it. Perhaps it was the flush of heat from her bottom that she'd grown so accustomed to, or the satiated glow in her body that always followed her climax, but everything felt good right now. And she truly enjoyed having praise heaped upon her by Mrs. Banks, as well as the stroking of her hair which always felt good. 

Mrs. Banks had Vivian suckle on her fingers for a few more minutes before she helped the young woman to her shaky feet and got her ready for bed, well pleased with the progress that her student had made during this first week. 

"You will have Saturday to do with as you please," she told Vivian as she helped her into bed. "I would suggest that tomorrow you should make arrangements with the other girls to study together at some point." Sunday, of course, was spent in church and doing other small, quiet pursuits. 

Being the obedient young woman that she was, Vivian did exactly that the next day.

*********

In conclusion, Miss Stafford shows all signs of being an extremely submissive woman. She responds to spankings with arousal and pleasure and it is probable that she will respond to other punishments in a similar fashion. As you requested, I have encouraged this response to her spankings by following all of them by bringing her to climax. The most effective way to reprimand her is by expressing disappointment. She strives for praise and is deeply moved by what she sees as a failure to please her superiors. I suspect that her inherent responses to her continued training will closely match your expressed desires. 

Yours to command,

Mrs. Honoria Banks

Leaning back in his chair, Gabriel re-read the last paragraph that Mrs. Banks had penned. From her description of Vivian's first days of training and her reactions to it, she was exactly what he desired. His cock had been rock hard ever seen he'd seen the elegant curving hand of Mrs. Banks and had recognized the seal used by the school on the letter, knowing that it was about Vivian. 

Sitting upright, he settled his boots on the floor and began to pen a letter to Mrs. Cunningham, requesting that he be allowed to view at least some of his future bride's training during the upcoming week. Although he would not be able to participate yet, at least he would be able to watch.



Marriage Training Ch. 06



Author's Note: I highly recommend starting with the previous chapters, this story is meant to be read in order. 

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On Sunday evening Mrs. Cunningham summoned Mrs. Banks to her office. When Mrs. Banks arrived she found the headmistress sitting behind her dress as usual, dressed in a severely cut gray gown that did nothing to flatter her already harsh features. By contrast Mrs. Banks was in a lovely gown of peach and cream, looking almost angelic. 

Although of course both women knew that she was anything but. 

"I read your report and you've had a wonderfully successful week with Miss Stafford," said Mrs. Cunningham approvingly, flipping through the papers on her desk. "I must congratulate you on a job well done so far."

"Thank you," said Mrs. Banks with a pleased smile. "She's a delight to work with, very responsive and very eager to learn."

"Yes... I think we can advance her a little faster, considering her aptitude for the training," said Mrs. Cunningham, her eyes roving over the last page of her copy of the report that Mrs. Banks sent to the Earl. "I'd like you to begin on restraints with her this week. As quickly as she's taken to the spankings and the oral training I'm starting to worry that she will end up resisting some later part of the training and I'd rather pinpoint the problem areas sooner rather than later."

"She did fairly well with the restraints during her examination," pointed out Mrs. Banks, feeling an almost proprietary need to defend her pupil. 

"Yes, but that was before she knew what to expect and also with you soothing and comforting her the whole way. She cannot be allowed to become accustomed to such comfort every time she's faced with someone new; I highly doubt the Earl will be willing to do so. If we keep her off balance now then she will become accustomed to having to be adaptable, which will be best for her in the long run and will also please his lordship."

"Very true," said Mrs. Banks, deferring to Mrs. Cunningham's greater experience in training young women for their future. "She settled into her evening pattern fairly quickly but it would certainly not do to allow her to become complacent."

Mrs. Cunningham smiled, her entire face softening into the genuine expression of pride and approval. Out of all the companions she'd had help her train young woman, Mrs. Banks was certainly the best and she was more than pleased with the work that she did. She glanced down at the note she'd received from the earl.

"Lord Cranborne wishes to be an audience to some of Miss Stafford's training this week if possible. I thought to send him an invitation for Wednesday evening." Which was the evening already picked out for Miss Stafford's first anal cleansing from Dr. Monroe since her initial examination. It also marked what would be the beginning of her bottom-training. "I've already informed Dr. Monroe that there will be an audience; I thought that following the cleansing you might give her the usual spanking and climax so that his lordship could see the nightly routine."

"I see no hindrance to that," Mrs. Banks said. "The punishment chair in Miss Stafford's room is already set up for the spy hole to have a clear view, she won't realize that anything has changed."

"Lovely," said Mrs. Cunningham. "I shall write to the Earl this evening. Thank you for coming by Mrs. Banks."

Thus dismissed, Mrs. Banks stood, dropped a curtsy, and left the room already planning what changes she would be making to Miss Stafford's evening routine during the upcoming week. 

*******

The practicum on Monday went well enough for Vivian, she was repeating the second portion of the day. Thankfully the luncheon had been unhindered by rats or nasty society ladies, instead today the problem had been in the morning section when a shortage of flour was discovered thanks to weevils. The young lady with the morning section had hastened to send a footman out for more flour, had quickly and efficiently ordered the kitchen to do everything else they could without it, and so Vivian had only had to stall for half an hour before the luncheon was prepared. She had opted to do so by giving her "guests" a tour of the gardens where the roses were just beginning to bloom, a solution which had earned her a smile of approval from Mrs. Banks. Although, of course, that didn't stop the companion from writing a series of notes on her pad of paper as the Practicum continued. At least she knew she had done well in one respect, enough so that Mrs. Banks had acknowledged it immediately.

That evening when Mrs. Banks came to her room, Vivian was ready and waiting for her. She moved from the chair by the fire where she'd been reading to the hated punishment chair. After a weekend without a single spanking her bottom was feeling completely back to normal with not even the slightest twinge of soreness, despite the hardness of the seat.

Mrs. Banks read out the multitude of transgressions that she felt Vivian had performed, most of which were quite minor. The young woman was hard pressed to keep from protesting over the amount of spankings she was to receive for seemingly small infractions.

As if she could sense the rebellion in her charge, Mrs. Banks gave Vivian a very stern look as she finished up her list. "You seem vexed, Miss Stafford. Do you deny these errors?"

"No Mrs. Banks," Vivian said. "But they are such small errors in comparison to my offenses before, and yet it seems as though the amount of punishment I am to receive is nearly equal."

"Well this is the second week of the Practicum, Miss Stafford," Mrs. Banks said, affecting surprise at Vivian's attitude. "With each week the expectations of your behavior and skill become higher. Were you to make a larger offense the punishment would be substantially more severe than it would have garnered before. My task is to prepare you successfully for marriage, and you must expect that the more you prove yourself adept, the more shall be required from you."

It seemed eminently unfair and yet Vivian knew that there was no use in protesting; the standards that Mrs. Banks was holding her to were also the ones that Society would hold her to. And her own innate sense of pride, as well as the knowledge that she must become the best wife and lady possible in order to justify Lord Cranborne's expense at sending her to the finishing school and saving her family from their financial situation, required that she strive to become better and better. Perhaps she should feel gratitude towards Mrs. Banks for setting such high standards as well as holding her to them. After all, she would hate to enter her husband's household and be founding wanting.

As Mrs. Banks helped her to disrobe Vivian felt her body start to shiver in anticipation and she realized that she was almost excited to know that her punishment had not been lessened. Was it possible that she was starting to enjoy the spankings in the same way she enjoyed the pleasure that Mrs. Banks had brought her to following her punishment? The idea was both intriguing and appalling. After all, one should not enjoy punishment, and the spankings truly were rather painful. 

So why was she having this reaction?

It was with a new sense of trepidation that Vivian lay her naked body across Mrs. Banks' lap. The older woman could feel Miss Stafford quivering a bit and she knew that it was not from a chill as the weather had been quite clement and the fire had the room at a more than acceptable temperature. She smiled smugly, knowing that Vivian's body was already acclimating itself to the heady mix of pain and pleasure. The young woman truly was naturally inclined to such treatment and Mrs. Banks was rather looking forward to the change in routine that she would be affecting tonight.

If Miss Stafford was as naturally submissive as Mrs. Banks supposed then she knew this would only heighten the experience of punishment and pleasure that Vivian would receive. 

Retrieving the silk cord from her pocket, Mrs. Banks adjusted Vivian slightly on her lap. "Miss Stafford, give me your hands please."

Confused, Vivian looked over her shoulder at a patiently waiting Mrs. Banks. The older woman patted Vivian in the small of her back. 

"Put them right here please."

Awkwardly Vivian followed her companion's instructions, finding it difficult to shift herself so that she could put her hands in such a position while she was bent over the older woman's lap. Fear quivered through her as Mrs. Banks quickly grasped her wrists, holding them firmly, and she felt something looping around them.

Immediately she began to squirm. 

"Mrs. Banks, what are you doing?!" she cried out as she felt the nooses around her wrists tighten, holding them together in the small of her back. 

"Hold still Vivian! That's five more spankings for you," Mrs. Banks said fiercely as she renewed her firm grip on the younger woman. "You must learn not to fight every new experience. Do you think his lordship will be pleased with a wife who is constantly questioning him?"

A small frightened moan fell from Vivian's lips. Would her future husband truly want to tie her wrists together as Mrs. Banks had just done? Why would he desire such a thing? Or was this part of some other kind of training? She felt so dreadfully confused and helpless, even more so than she had before. Why, with her hands tied behind her back Mrs. Banks could literally do anything she pleased and Vivian would have no way to resist! The older woman could spank Vivian's buttocks bright red with that hateful wooden hairbrush and there would be no way to stop her!

She had not fully appreciated how much more secure she had felt when her arms had been free! Now that they were bound behind her back, she realized how comforting it had been to have them swinging down before her. Not that she had put up much resistance to Mrs. Banks, but there was a terrible finality to having her hands actually restrained. 

"Now then," Mrs. Banks said as she felt Vivian tremble but not resist. "Some men enjoy seeing a woman helpless to their eyes, their hands." As if to demonstrate, she began stroking Vivian's back with one hand, the other caressing Vivian's buttocks and thighs. The gentle touch sent a spark of kindling awareness through Vivian's young body and her thighs automatically parted as if inviting further stroking to her feminine folds. She had already learned the delights that area had to offer her and her body instinctively bared it. "Some women enjoy being so vulnerable, knowing that their husband can touch them anywhere he wants, do whatever he wants to her, and she will be helpless to stop him."

Mrs. Banks words were exciting Vivian in the same way that her hands were. In her mind's eye she could see herself bound with her wrists behind her back as a faceless man wreathed in shadows stared at her. Would he touch her like Mrs. Banks was? Explore the expanse of her creamy skin with his fingertips? Put her over his lap and delve into her intimate secrets or even spank her for no other reason than she could not resist him?

Part of her mind was frightened by such an idea, but the rest of her was falling under the almost hypnotic spell that Mrs. Banks was forming with her words. The older woman's carefully modulated tones were seductive, hinting at secret pleasures, planting seeds of dark desires that would take root in Vivian's impressionable mind and grow, carefully nurtured by herself and by Vivian's very nature. Her fingers slid through the coppery curls lining the outer lips of Vivian's sopping wet crevice and Mrs. Banks was gratified to find her young charge so obviously aroused. Feeling rather shocked at her own desire to have Mrs. Banks pleasure her, Vivian let out a small moan.

Grasping the silk cord around Vivian's wrists with one firm hand, Mrs. Banks kept Vivian's hands well above the creamy mounds of her buttocks, to ensure that Vivian would not be able to try and block the spanking. Smiling down at the blank canvas she had to work with, Mrs. Banks felt the shiver of anticipation go through the young woman's body, and she rubbed her hand rather roughly over Vivian's bottom, preparing it for chastisement. 

SMACK!

"OH!" Vivian had been expected the slap of course, but the sound she made was as much a kind of relief as it was in reaction to the sting. In one short week her body had been trained to accept a hearty punishment to her creamy bottom and now it reacted with surging excitement. For her, a spanking heralded pleasure, and the tingling between her legs intensified as Mrs. Banks began to pepper her bottom with hard slaps.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"OoooOOOOH Please!" Vivian cried out, kicking a bit as Mrs. Banks' hand landed on that tender crease between her thigh and bottom. That always hurt the most and yet Vivian's insides were beginning to feel as hot and needy as the reddening skin of her bottom. She couldn't stop the squirming and the kicking, not completely, because Mrs. Banks was showing her no mercy and was spanking her quite enthusiastically. The companion saw no reason not to unleash the full force of her arm upon Vivian's poor bottom now that the young woman had an idea of what to expect.

For herself, Vivian was unsure if her memory was faulty or if Mrs. Banks was truly spanking her harder than she ever had before. Perhaps it had hurt just as much last week and the memory of the pain had softened with time. 

SMACK! SLAP! SMACK!

Her thin white legs scissored, kicking uselessly as the stinging began to do more than just smart. The color of her bottom had already darkened to a bright pink, Mrs. Banks was pleased to see, and she was just a bit more than halfway through the young woman's punishment. Despite Vivian's struggles she could tell that her charge was becoming sexually excited, her thighs rubbing together as she kicked, her squirms bringing the front of Vivian's mound into contact with Mrs. Banks leg. 

Not once did Vivian attempt to roll off Mrs. Banks' lap, although her wrists were tugging quite energetically at the silken cord that bound them. Truthfully her inability to even loosen the cord only excited her more. The feelings of helpless vulnerability aroused her intensely, although she didn't not understand her response or the physical manifestation of it. 

SMACK! SMACK!

Mrs. Banks spanked Vivian's bottom so hard that the flesh flattened before it jiggled, the young woman's moans and cries becoming quite heated. Vivian was sure that Mrs. Banks was spanking her harder than a week before - a supposition which was quite correct - and yet despite the pain it did nothing to assuage the sensual hunger which was making her ache in a completely different manner. If anything it made the need for Mrs. Banks' soothing fingers even more acute. As usual, dark spots decorated the wooden floor beneath Vivian's face where her tears had dropped. She wondered if she would ever receive a spanking that didn't reduce her to weeping. 

"Twenty eight," Mrs. Banks counted out with satisfaction. Vivian slumped on her lap, both relieved that the spanking was over and more than ready to find her pleasure at Mrs. Banks' fingertips. 

Indeed the older woman knew what Vivian was waiting for and she did not hesitate to give it to her. These first two weeks were important in accustoming Vivian to pleasure following punishment. Some young women became so excited during spankings that they climaxed all on their own; Vivian's body was not made so but it was possible that it might be trained to interpret the pain of spanking as pleasure if it was used to receiving pleasure afterwards.

Also Lord Cranborne had indicated that he would use Vivian for his own relief following spankings and that he would prefer her to be more than just willing, rather he wanted her eager for such activities. His return letter to Mrs. Cunningham had expressed great pleasure at hearing about how Mrs. Banks brought Vivian to climax following her punishments, and she was quite sure the Earl was already thinking to the eventual conclusions of the punishments he would mete out to his beautiful wife. 

Vivian moaned and wriggled as Mrs. Banks' clever fingers began to probe at her delicate folds. Despite the fact that her bottom was flaming hotter than ever, or maybe because of it, her sensitive core was practically ready to burst almost from the moment Mrs. Banks touched her. The bindings on her wrists added to the hazy eroticism of the moment as slim fingers stroked her up and down, spreading her natural cream down around the sensitive pearl at the apex of her womanhood. Vivian bucked, finding her bound helplessness even more exciting now that Mrs. Banks was touching her so intimately. 

It brought back memories of when she'd been spread and at the mercy of Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe. At the time her circumstances had been humiliating and frightening, despite her arousal. Now she saw them with the hazy glow of a woman whose previously hidden submissive senses had been awakened, the tableau had turned into a fantasy. She would never have admitted it, even to her companion, that she was now remembering the ordeal of her examination with anything other than revulsion, but the excitement quivered through her at her secret, forbidden thoughts and sent her pleasure climbing higher. 

The pain in her bottom mixed with her rising ecstasy, pooling together at her center and swirling into a hot mix of molten sensation.

"Such a hot little quim you have," Mrs. Banks said approvingly as she began to rub Vivian's little clit with slow, circular motions. The young woman across her lap whimpered and moved her hips, thrusting them up and down in response to the direct stimulation. Her formerly creamy buttocks had turned a hot pink under Mrs. Banks' stern hand, like the most brilliant of sunsets, and Mrs. Banks had the pleasure of watching those sweet little mounds tighten and bounce as Vivian's modestly fell away under the insistent needs of her body. "Your husband is going to be very pleased with how responsive you are. Such a sweet, wet little cunny, he's going to enjoy it very much."

The shadowy fantasy of a man having Vivian over his lap like this, touching her secret parts the way Mrs. Banks was, was enough to send Vivian reeling into her orgasm. She cried out, shuddering and moving her hips quite frantically as Mrs. Banks' fingers rubbed hard and relentlessly over her little pearl. The sizzling pleasure had Vivian moaning throatily, her hot little body quivering and panting from the rapture. Mrs. Banks' words of praise as Vivian came apart only reinforced the ideas that had been planted in Vivian's mind the week before, sustaining her impression that this was the correct response to such activities. That she should give over to the loss of control, that her body was Mrs. Banks to do with as she pleased, that pleasure came from obedience and punishment. 

All the things Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School strove to ingrain in its special students like Vivian. 

"Good girl," Mrs. Banks said as Vivian's cries slowed and the frantic movements of her body quieted. The beautiful red head hung down, completely unsupported with her hands tied behind her back. When Mrs. Banks helped Vivian to her knees, the young woman almost swooned as all the blood rushed from her head. She was rather dizzy, but that didn't stop Mrs. Banks from inserting her glistening fingers into Vivian's mouth again. "Remember what we did last week? Clean my fingers Vivian. Go on, lick them... very good..."

Dizziness brought on instant obedience, despite the fact that Vivian didn't enjoy the taste of her cream any more than she had the week before. But Mrs. Banks' fingers were already moving back and forth in her mouth, coating her tongue with the musky sweetness, and Vivian obediently sucked. Her green eyes were wide and cloudy, slowly coming back into focus. Although she didn't realize it, the restraint of her arms behind her back was thrusting her breasts forward quite enticingly, as if offering them up for Mrs. Banks' perusal. She shifted uncomfortably on her knees, feeling the heat of her bottom against the cool air of the room. It felt quite sore and she cupped her hands over it, feeling the blazing skin against her palms. 




Marriage Training Ch. 06



Deciding to press Vivian a little harder, per Mrs. Cunningham's instructions, Mrs. Banks began to fondle Vivian's breast with her free hand. The young woman moaned a little, something like panic flickering in her eyes, but when she looked up into the unyielding blue eyes of Mrs. Banks she shuddered a little and submitted to the older woman's touch. Her arms twitched in the bindings, as if to come forward and cover herself, but there was nothing to be done as the silken cord held her wrists quite tightly. It seemed that as soon as she allowed herself to become accustomed to one thing, Mrs. Banks was introducing something new.

But she could not deny that Mrs. Banks' hands on her breast, teasing her little pink nipple, felt rather pleasurable. Much nicer than Dr. Monroe's had during her examination. The gentle touch stirred something deep in her belly again, but surely she could not need a climax so soon after her most recent one? 

Then Mrs. Banks withdrew her fingers from between Vivian's pouting mouth and ceased to caress Vivian's breasts, and Vivian was left with those small stirrings unsatisfied. They were not advanced enough for her to be upset, just curious as to the responses of her body under Mrs. Banks' more experienced hands.

"Very good Miss Stafford," Mrs. Banks said as she helped Vivian rise. 

Solicitously she released Vivian's wrists from the bindings of the cord and rubbed the slightly reddened skin with cream. Vivian's chastised bottom received no such treatment. Once she was dressed in her night rail and put to bed, Vivian was unable to fall into a sound sleep the way she normally was.

She tossed and turned, the pain in her bottom seeming to grow as she tried to find the reprieve of slumber. Laying on her back was impossible and even laying on her sides made her feel rather sore. In addition to that discomfort, she had found that the needy ache between her legs had not been entirely satisfied, some remnant lingered, perhaps brought about by Mrs. Banks' gentle fondling as Vivian had sucked her fingers. Tossing back and forth and wondering at the stirrings between her thighs, grimacing at the lingering soreness of her poor bottom, Vivian finally drifted off to sleep much later than usual.

*******

"Miss! Miss you have to wake up!"

Insistent shaking dragged Vivian from the most wonderful dream. She had been at home with her family, out in the gardens behind their house, watching her younger brother play with his hoop and stick as she and her mother had sipped tea. Although she hadn't been able to see him, her father had been there as well, watching over them all. The dream had filled her with the most wonderful sense of security.

The rude awakening of the maid's frantic voice and the lingering soreness in her poor bottom was not at all welcome. 

"What? What?" she asked, groaning as she forced herself awake.

"You're running late miss!"

"Oh no..." Vivian pushed herself upright and groaned at the light coming in through her window. She did not feel well rested at all and she could tell that she was horribly late in awakening. 

Wincing as her weight came down on her bottom before she pushed herself off the bed, a feeling of dread swept over her. She had to hurry; if she was late then she knew her punishment tonight would include the harsh bite of the wooden hairbrush on her already sore bottom. Rushing through her toilette, she was still pushing pins into her hair as she practically ran down the hall and the stairwell. 

Mrs. Banks' disapproving frown took in Vivian's flushed face, the stray hairs that had escaped pinning, and the rumpled condition of her dress which was slightly askew on her body. Then the companion's eyes flicked to the large clock in the foray before she began to take down notes as Vivian's heart sank into her feet. She was two minutes late and she was also quite sure that Mrs. Banks was going to be marking down her appearance as a transgression as well.

The day continued to go downhill from there. The carriage ride to the Practice House somehow seemed bumpier than usual as Vivian was jolted and tossed about on her sore cheeks. It seemed to take forever.

And she was so flustered by her tardiness that morning, as well as worrying over how she would handle her punishment that evening when her bottom was still sore from the night before, that her entire day went horribly. She spilled tea, spelled Lady Brantwhistle's name incorrectly on an invitation, and sent sheets of music fluttering to the ground when she was fretting over the upcoming evening rather than concentrating on turning the pages while Emily played on the pianoforte. 

All the while, she could see Mrs. Banks scribbling furiously in her notebook.

The worst part was that her body was betraying her. Part of the reason she found it so hard to concentrate was because her body was tingling with the same excitement that she felt every evening after her spanking was over. Yet she wanted to be a good student, she wanted to become a good wife. The security for her family that she'd felt in the dream she'd had that morning depended on her pleasing Lord Cranborne, and that depended on her learning everything she needed to from the school. Determined to refocus herself, she finished out the day with more finesse, overcoming her distraction and exhaustion for that brief period.

Dinner that evening was spent commiserating with the other young ladies, all of whom were looking at her with varying expressions of pity. It had been quite apparent that Vivian had not been herself all day. More than her mixed emotions over the upcoming punishment she knew awaited her, the pity of her classmates fueled her conviction that she would not spend another day as she had today. She would send a message to the maid this evening to begin coming to her room in the morning a full half hour earlier than she had been. While she might mourn the loss of that sleep, it was far preferable to spending another day such as today.

******

Mrs. Banks glided down the hall, her thoughts on Miss Stafford and the upcoming evening. Had she gone too hard on her charge the night before? Although Mrs. Cunningham had asked her to shake Miss Stafford up, she didn't want to overwhelm the young woman. She would have to watch Vivian very carefully this evening and decide on how to proceed with her. Especially as she was going to be tested tomorrow when she'd be examined by Dr. Monroe again, with the Earl as a secret audience. As if her thoughts had summoned him, suddenly Dr. Monroe was walking beside her. "Good evening, Honoria."

"Good evening, John." 

"Miss Stafford will be joining me for an examination tomorrow, I hear," he said with a smile. She wondered if the eager spark in his eyes was over excitement for having the young woman at his mercy again, or because she would be accompanying Miss Stafford to the examination. Perhaps both. "And the Earl will be watching. How is she progressing?"

"Quite well, all things considered," Mrs. Banks replied. She hesitated and then decided to reveal her current concerns. "I was quite hard on her last night, which she seemed to adjust to easily at the time, but her behavior today has been rather erratic. I'm a bit concerned that she's not as flexible as we originally thought."

"She adjusted remarkably quickly initially," said the doctor thoughtfully. "It's possible that she adjusted almost too quickly and thought that she could rely on a safe pattern of punishment."

"I suppose that could be so," said Mrs. Banks slowly as she thought it over. Indeed, Miss Stafford was the kind of young woman who enjoyed a rigidly regimented routine. The sudden change in her routine may have upset her more than the punishment itself. Especially since she had furthered that disruption in her routine with her tardiness this morning. "In fact I think you might be right." 

"I'm sure she'll soon adjust to having her punishments changed as well, especially since they will continue to occur at the same time each day. Once she accepts that certain elements may change she will take reassurance from those which stay the same. Thank you for your insight Dr. Monroe, I appreciate it."

******

When Mrs. Banks swept into Vivian's room that evening she was gratified to find that Miss Stafford had obviously gathered herself together. The young woman marked the page she was reading in her current gothic novel and placed down on the table next to her chair by the fire, standing immediately and moving to sit in the punishment chair. Her calm demeanor and the sedate way she folded her hands in her lap in preparation from the lecture and punishment she knew were coming indicated to Mrs. Banks that her charge had indeed recovered from any mental turmoil she'd been in over the day. The tilt of her chin showed her determination to face whatever punishment was coming her way this evening.

Indeed, Vivian had taken the time since dinner to think through her circumstances. She'd been appalled that she'd allowed herself to be thrown so off kilter after the previous evening and had been disappointed in herself that she hadn't already taken better precautions against tardiness in the morning. A message had been sent to her maid, indicating the new time she was to be awakened. There would be no repeat of this morning's disaster, even if she was exhausted at least she would be awake in time and there would be no need to rush herself. 

She would take the punishment that she deserved. After the day's events she certainly knew that it was merited and it would almost be a relief to pay the consequences. Her mind was already beginning to mold in exactly the way it should be, although she was not aware of it. Vivian's natural submissive qualities and eagerness to please, as well as her pride in excelling at whatever she put her hand to, found the idea of being punished for her transgressions almost appealing. It was as if each punishment gave her a clean slate. And if she repeated an offense then the punishment increased. The arrangement made sense to her. It was logical. The binding of her wrists still confused her, but she was willing to accept that it was part of the Marriage Training - that magical act which she still did not know the full mechanics of. 

Young ladies were protected from such knowledge quite assiduously by both their families and Society itself - except those rakes who preferred to prey on innocents of course. Perhaps the most intriguing element of Mrs. Cunningham's program was its ability to train a young woman's body to debauchery while retaining the sweet purity of her mind. After all, the young lady's parents would have given her over to the care of the school; ever-trusting and completely ignorant, the young lady would not fully understand what she was being taught until she was actually given over to her husband's care. Having no experience with any kind of relations between men and women, and no parents to turn for questions, the young women were completely under the influence of their companions. 

While Vivian knew that the pleasure that followed her punishments was highly improper and instinctively realized that she should not speak of such things with others, she wasn't entirely sure why what Mrs. Banks was doing was so imprudent. But she had already come to appreciate the illicit thrill. 

"Although I think you have a good idea of your mishaps today, I shall list them anyway," Mrs. Banks said, almost gently. Vivian blinked in surprise at her companion's tone when normally Mrs. Banks was rather fierce while giving her lecture, not realizing that it was in response to Vivian's own compliant attitude. Still, Mrs. Banks' unusually moderate lecture did not lessen the extant of punishment that Vivian was to receive. It was the highest number of spankings yet, thirty five, with an extra eight to follow with her hairbrush as a result of her two minute tardiness. Shifting uncomfortably on the punishment chair, Vivian squeezed her legs together, wondering why her body reacted with such strange excitement to the upcoming pain. It was confusing to say the least. 

"Very good," Mrs. Banks murmured as she helped her student disrobe. She noted the puckered nipples and slightly darkened color of the curls between Vivian's legs, announcing the young woman's arousal. Today she wrapped the silk cord around Vivian's wrists before having her settle across her lap.

Doing so was rather awkward for Vivian, as she was accustomed to having the use of her hands when performing this activity, but Mrs. Banks was well aware that the Earl would enjoy binding Vivian's hands on many an occasion. It was best to introduce her to the limitations at the school where she could practice and it would be less frightening. 

Pulling Miss Stafford into a better position, Mrs. Banks rubbed her hand roughly over the young woman's buttocks. Their creamy mounds showed no sign of the previous night's punishment, but Vivian's little whimper indicated that she was still feeling some of the after effects. Mrs. Banks decided that she would not spank the young woman with full force, especially as the number of slaps was especially high. There was no need to make the spanking especially vigorous to ensure that it would be felt; the length of the punishment itself would do the job admirably. 

SLAP!

"One."

SMACK!

"Two."

This time Vivian managed to hold out until eleven before she began to cry out under the steady assault as Mrs. Banks went back and forth between her poor buttocks. Her legs kicked at fifteen when Mrs. Banks' hand landed on her sit spot and the stinging seemed to increase exponentially. Now every slap that landed against her pink skin seemed to send sharp jolts of pain surging through her. 

"Nineteen," Mrs. Banks intoned in her unchanging voice and Vivian cried out, wriggling as if to direct Mrs. Banks' hand to a less abused spot on her bottom. Unfortunately for Vivian all of the formerly creamy skin was now blazing a hot pink and there was no part of her buttocks that had not already felt the smack of chastisement. 

"Please!" she cried out at twenty-five. "Just give me a moment..."

SMACK! 

Vivian yelped.

"Twenty six."

Her tears were falling quite freely, her pleas and cries for mercy going unheard. Surely she couldn't take anymore! And yet the spanking continued, unyielding, upon her already roasted bottom. Vivian cried, heartily sorry that she had allowed her attention to wander so pointlessly during the day. She had no one to blame but herself for her current situation. 

Mrs. Banks was rather pleased as Vivian begged and kicked, her slim white legs scissoring nicely. The skin across the young woman's bottom was turning a dark pink and was quite hot to the touch, a beautiful sight for any enthusiast of disciplining a young woman's bottom. Although Miss Stafford's cries and pleas were quite fervent, there was no doubt that she had not come near the limit of what she could handle. Not once did she scream or even truly yell, her sobs never approached hysteria, and all Mrs. Banks had to do was brush her hand over the lips of Miss Stafford's quim to know that she was still soaking wet. 

Indeed, the young woman was completely unaware of the bounds to which she could be pushed. Later punishments would make this spanking seem like a pleasant dream. But Mrs. Banks felt no guilt over the future plans for this young woman across her lap; indeed she could tell that the lifestyle the Earl of Cranborne would indulge in with his future wife would fulfill Vivian far beyond her wildest dreams. Her body craved the punishment, the heady mix of pleasure and pain, the submission. If not for the Earl, Mrs. Banks was quite certain that her young charge would have gone her whole life without knowing the heights of ecstasy that she could be brought to, never uncovering the untapped passion deep within her core. 

And she also knew that as much as Vivian pleaded for surcease from her punishment if Mrs. Banks were to cede to them and stop, the young woman would be both confused and disappointed. She needed the comfort of knowing that her punishments would be delivered exactly as promised. Unresolved punishments would only confuse her further as to what the rules and consequences were.

By the time Mrs. Banks reached thirty five, Vivian's bottom was glowing a nice hot pink. The poor young woman moaned, wrists chafing against the silken cord binding them as she rubbed them back and forth in an instinctive attempt to escape the next portion of her punishment. Showing no mercy, Mrs. Banks removed the sturdy hairbrush that she'd pocketed before helping Vivian to disrobe. 

The hard, flat back of the wood made such an impression on poor Vivian's roasted bottom that she shrieked the loudest she'd ever done, pushed past the point of caring whether someone might walk by her room and hear her. Not that any unauthorized ears would ever bear witness to her cries, pleas or sobs. Every companion and servant in the school knew exactly what was happening in her room and would keep any of the other students from ever walking by. Even if they did there was no guarantee of her voice being heard; the room was specially designed to hold in sound, with a much thicker door and walls than usual. 

"Please Mrs. Banks! Please, not the brush! I can't take it!" 

Vivian's pleas for mercy were becoming much louder as Mrs. Banks blistered her poor bottom with the unforgiving wooden hairbrush. Her tenderized cheeks were pure agony and she truly began to buck and kick; only Mrs. Banks firm hold on her body kept her in the companion's lap. Sobbing and squealing, Vivian could barely hear Mrs. Banks' voice counting out the strokes, or even the meaty thud of the brush against her flaming backside. 

"Five."

THWACK!

"Six."

THWACK!

The last one caught Vivian across both cheeks and she howled, bucking and heaving before falling down limply across Mrs. Banks lap and sobbing. For the first time she was not stroked or coddled following the end of her punishment. Instead Mrs. Banks pushed her fingers into Vivian's sopping crevice just enough to ascertain the young woman's arousal, before pushing Vivian off of her lap and onto her knees. 

With the tears still streaming down her face, confused and rather stricken, Vivian found herself being presented with Mrs. Banks' fingers to suck. At this point Mrs. Banks was just rather curious as to how Vivian would react to yet another change in the routine, especially after receiving her most severe punishment to date. And a well-deserved one. 

Knowing that she had fully earned the harsh spanking, Vivian found herself almost trembling with a need to prove herself to the companion. She not only immediately opened her mouth, she sucked on Mrs. Banks' fingers enthusiastically, with quite a bit more feeling that she had on previous nights. To her relief she was rewarded with a delighted smile. Mrs. Banks was more than pleased -- Vivian's very submissiveness was again showing through. She was so afraid of disappointing, so determined to excel, that she was doing her utmost best to "fix" her circumstances after Mrs. Banks' implied displeasure. 

"Good girl," Mrs. Banks crooned, stroking Vivian's red locks back from her face. Feverish green eyes looked up at her in relief, pink lips firmly locked onto her fingers. 

As Vivian suckled, Mrs. Banks began to caress the younger woman's breasts, cupping and squeezing the mounds gently. She could hear the low, pleasured moans, feel the vibrations along her fingers, as Vivian's eyes practically glazed over. It was obvious that the young woman took this as both encouragement and an indication of Mrs. Banks' approval. Which, of course, it was. 

Pinching Vivian's pretty pink nipples, Mrs. Banks smiled as the young woman instinctively arched her back, thrusting her creamy breasts forwards. The position had Vivian shifting somewhat as her heels pressed against the hot skin of her bottom. She felt as if she was on fire all over, painfully in the case of her disciplined buttocks, pleasurably where Mrs. Banks was pinching and tugging on her nipples, and greedily between her legs. 




Marriage Training Ch. 06



Sucking harder, Vivian ran her tongue under and around Mrs. Banks fingers, the act itself had become rather pleasurable as Mrs. Banks murmured words of encouragement and praise. The accolades made her insides fill with warmth, feeding into her need to please, and the rewarding pleasure of Mrs. Banks' caresses further affirming her value. The wetness between her legs was growing, despite the blazing fire in her bottom and the fear that she had displeased her companion to the point of being undeserving of the incredible ecstasy that usually followed her spankings. Rolling Vivian's proud nipples between her fingers, Mrs. Banks pushed the fingers of her other hand deeper into Vivian's mouth. The young woman accepted them eagerly as they began to move back and forth, thrusting deeply between her pouting lips. 

"Very good Vivian," Mrs. Banks said, tugging insistently on the young woman's nipple. "Your husband is going to be so pleased with your pretty mouth and tongue."

A shiver went through Vivian at the idea of being on her knees before a man, his fingers delving so intimately between her lips as her body buzzed with need and pleasure. Sometimes she wondered if her future husband would truly enjoy the things that Mrs. Banks was teaching her, but as she had found her own ecstasy at Mrs. Banks' hands she could only assume that her husband would find a similar kind of climax through these activities. 

By the time Mrs. Banks removed her fingers from Vivian's mouth, shiny with saliva, Vivian was practically panting with need. Her nipples were stiff and throbbing, aching for more of Mrs. Banks' touch and yet the need between her legs was even more potent. On her knees, with her hands restrained behind her back, she was too overwhelmed by pure erotic desire to feel vulnerable or frightened. All she wanted was the sweet relief of climax.

"Up on your feet," Mrs. Banks said, assisting Vivian. She led the unresisting girl over to the bed, bending her face down on top of it. Vivian moaned as her aching nipples were pressed into the coverlet, rubbed by the scratchy fabric. Hands twitching in the silken cord, she was reminded of how helpless she was when Mrs. Banks began to rub and squeeze at her poor buttocks. 

The little whimpering cries that such rough treatment elicited only spurred Mrs. Banks onward. She could see the slick honey that was coating Vivian's pussy lips, darkening the framing copper curls and turning her inner pink lips to a shiny gloss. Vivian was creaming herself even more as her abused cheeks were fondled, reigniting the stinging burn. The young woman didn't even try to protest or struggle, instead her legs spread instinctively as her hot inner core demanded satisfaction.

Smiling smugly at this further proof of Vivian's aptitude for such treatment, Mrs. Banks rewarded the young woman by thrusting two fingers directly into her molten heat. The tightness of Vivian's tunnel clasped her fingers, squeezing tightly as Vivian's hips rocked upwards in response to the direct stimulation. With her free hand, Mrs. Banks began to rub the swollen little pearl beneath her thrusting fingers, causing Vivian to gasp and buck in heated response. 

She was so ready, so aroused, that her climax began almost immediately, curling her toes and forcing a high pitched shriek from her throat. The ecstasy rolled over her, rippling through her flesh and her body rubbed against the fabric of her bed as her insides spasmed. The rough fabric rubbed against her nipples heightening the sensations as Mrs. Banks continued to rub her inside and out, sending her flying higher and higher. 

The intense rapture almost made her faint as the heady sensations consumed her, devouring her reason and leaving her a quivering mass of passion. Her throaty cries finally slowed as Mrs. Banks skillfully led her orgasm to its denouement, slowing her own movements and lessening the pressure on Vivian's sensitive clit. The young woman slumped on the bed, shocked at her own response to Mrs. Banks stimulation of her body. Despite the severity of her punishment and the throbbing ache that still burned in her bottom, it was the most intense orgasm yet. 

When Mrs. Banks withdrew her hands from Vivian's private crevices those areas still throbbed with the satisfying after effects of her climax. Unwrapping Vivian's wrists from the cord, Mrs. Banks tutted over the reddened skin that had resulted from Vivian's minor struggles and twitches. 

"You must be careful not to injure yourself," Mrs. Banks said as she helped Vivian into bed, forcing her to sit on her burning bottom as she rubbed the young woman's wrists with cream. Shifting uncomfortably, Vivian wondered how Mrs. Banks could be so concerned about her reddened wrists so soon after putting her through much worse pain by spanking her! It made no sense and yet it was true nonetheless. 

"Yes Mrs. Banks," she said dutifully. After all, she certainly did not want to incur further punishment. 

Once Mrs. Banks was finished soothing Vivian's wrists and tucking her into bed, she gave the young woman a kiss on her forehead. She thought that Vivian made quite a pretty picture, all that red hair braided back, tendrils falling around her face, green eyes both sleepy and content. Knowing that she was going to bed with a very sore bottom only increased the appeal, for a certain kind of mind. "I know that this evening was difficult, but you handled it wonderfully Vivian, I'm very proud of you." As Vivian flushed pink with pleasure, despite the soreness of her bottom as it pressed into the bed, Mrs. Banks smiled down at her with understandable indulgence. "Try to rest this evening. Tomorrow night when we return you will have another examination with Dr. Monroe before your Marriage Training."

Vivian made a face, but quickly smoothed out her expression as Mrs. Banks arched an eyebrow at her. She didn't want her companion to know that Dr. Monroe frightened her and she certainly didn't want to be accused of impertinence or disrespect. 

"Yes Mrs. Banks."

With one last smile, her companion left her. Immediately Vivian turned onto her side, wincing at the ache in her poor bottom. She worried a little over the idea of another examination with Dr. Monroe, remembering the humiliation and excitement at being nude in front of a man, being touched by a man... but she also knew that she did not want to keep herself up again. Closing her eyes she forced her thoughts away from her sore buttocks and Dr. Monroe, instead picturing herself walking up a church aisle in a white dress to a man who would, on their wedding night, put his fingers in her mouth and between her legs and bring her to such inexpressible pleasure.

And maybe, she thought with a little shiver of fear and anticipation, he would spank her a little too.



Marriage Training Ch. 07



Author's note: This series is meant to be read in order, it is highly suggested that you read the previous chapters rather than starting in the middle. 

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Leaning back in his chair, Lord Cranborne frowned at the report his estate manager had given him. Ever since his father had begun to hand over some of the estates to Gabriel to run, giving him experience with the handling of estate matters as well as relieving some of the burden on the Marquess, his days had been filled with worries about crop yields, horses and the tenants. It was a large part of the reason that he did not have the time to train his future wife in the manner which he desired.

But that was why he'd put his trust into Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School. Just thinking about his future wife and trying to imagine what she must look like as she was put through her training roused his desires. He couldn't wait to actually spy upon her examination and her punishment this evening, and yet he knew that he couldn't allow himself to dwell on such thoughts or he would become far too distracted to be able to attend to his affairs.

Affairs which needed his attention if he was going to have the estates in order by the time of his wedding. He wanted plenty of time to indulge himself with his new wife, sate the ardor that he'd had for her from the moment he saw her. 

Contemplating relieving himself, Gabriel decided that the agony of denied release would make the evening all the more sweet. He would rather wait and spend his seed with the real Vivian in front of him, rather than to the image he held in his mind. 

After all, he'd been waiting this long for her. A few more hours was nothing.

******

Shifting uncomfortably on the dining room chair, Vivian did her best to attend to her luncheon, despite the ache that lingered in her bottom. She could see Mrs. Banks watching her out of the corner of her eye and she knew that she must stop fidgeting so much or it would be listed on the tally of her infractions and her poor buttocks would pay the price later. Strangely the ache didn't bother her quite so much as it had the day before, despite the fact that it was stronger. 

It was almost as if she was learning to embrace the pain rather than fight against it and allow it to distract her. And it didn't hurt that, for the first time, she'd been early to the morning meeting place. A small smile played across her lips as she complimented the young woman playing hostess on the soup. Despite the prior evening's harsh punishment she felt almost blissful. She knew what was expected of her and today she was making her way through each passing hour gracefully. 

Her playing on the pianoforte was flawless, one of the companions had complimented her on her elegant script as she'd composed a letter, she quickly soothed one of the crying maids after she accidentally spilled a tray during tea - without disrupting the service - and she was always smiling. All with a bottom that still stung whenever she sat down. But she didn't show it and that was the important part. She could practically feel the approval emanating from her companion.

Indeed, Mrs. Banks was more than pleased. Only once or twice had she caught the slight wince as Vivian sat, proof that the young woman was still feeling the effects of her chastisement, and yet not once had she faltered today. It was such a marked improvement over yesterday that she was considering ways in which she might reward her young pupil. Perhaps with one of the new Gothic romances, she knew that Vivian enjoyed them and there were not many opportunities for the students to read the latest. She needed to make it something outside of the usual course of training, as all of Vivian's pleasurable physical rewards were, of necessity, in response to the punishment portion of her training. But Mrs. Banks firmly believed in acknowledging good behavior. 

And she was very proud of her student. Covering her physical discomfort and going about her day alert and as normally as possible was an important component of the woman she needed to become in order to best serve the Earl as a wife. 

Looking at Miss Stafford now, in a plum colored dress that accentuated her narrow waist and a cream and plum hat perched atop her head to keep the sun from her face as they tended to the gardens, one would never know that she had been harshly disciplined the evening before. Which was exactly how it should be. 

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When Mrs. Banks came to collect Vivian after dinner her stomach was still feeling rather hollow, as her companion had instructed her not to eat too heavily before her examination. This caused conflicting apprehension and excitement in Vivian's body as she wondered what the evening would have in store for her. Seeing her young charges' slight trembling and the determined tilt of her chin, Mrs. Banks smiled more broadly than ever. The conflicted state of Vivian's emotions was apparent in every line of her body and would be visible even to the Earl behind his peephole when they reached Dr. Monroe's examination room.

The Earl had dined with herself, Mrs. Cunningham and Dr. Monroe, obviously eager to see his future bride. The pressure of having an audience, especially one who was expecting to see some kind of results, made Mrs. Banks both anxious and excited. She hoped that the Earl would enjoy what they had prepared for him, although it would be fairly similar to the previous examination as it was also the precursor to Miss Stafford's bottom training. 

After tonight Vivian's evening regimen would begin to include the careful stretching of her tight little backdoor, so that she would become accustomed to accepting both touch and intrusion to the tiny aperture. Tonight's cleansing would only be a precursor to the training, as well as a good show for the Earl, and a necessary component to Vivian's training. After all, she must not become accustomed to only being handled by Mrs. Banks and it was best that a man be involved in touching and punishing a student before she met her future husband. Dr. Monroe provided that service along with his abilities as a physician. 

When they reached the examination room Dr. Monroe was already there, readying the restraints on his examination table in case they were needed. Vivian's green eyes immediately averted themselves as color rose becomingly in her cheeks. The handsome doctor nodded to Mrs. Banks, indicating that the Earl was already in position.

Seeing his future bride's blushing modesty and her calm demeanor, despite her knowledge of what might be inflicted upon her in this room, aroused Gabriel to a fever pitch. He'd endured a day of fretful waiting, followed by the dinner with his future bride's instructors, and now seeing her demurely awaiting an intrusive and humiliating examination was even more satisfying than he'd imagined. The plum of her frock set off her red hair beautifully and enhanced the emerald of her eyes by contrast. 

He stifled a moan as she obediently turned at Mrs. Banks' direction, facing his peephole directly as her dress was undone. The corset she wore pushed her breasts up high and he plunged his hands into the front of his trousers as it was loosened, the soft flesh spilling out. Beneath her transluscent chemise and drawers he could see the faint pink of her nipples and the darker copper at the V of her legs. There was none of the protesting or pleading that had accompanied her last examination when she'd been instructed to disrobe in front of Dr. Monroe. 

And yet Gabriel could see that his future bride was still uncomfortable doing so. It was there in the awkward way she angled her body, trying to keep her charms from the doctor's piercing blue eyes, the nibbling of her plump lower lip, and the sway of her hands over her privates as Mrs. Banks briskly began to pull off her undergarments. Vivian's blush rose up to her hair, and her averted green eyes seemed to be looking straight at him!

It was enough to make him catch his breath as he saw her nervousness warring with her arousal. Especially as Mrs. Banks' hands brushed over her nipples and her bottom, before his very eyes her tiny pink buds puckered and hardened. What he wouldn't give to be able to pinch and suck on the delectable little tips. When her companion spun her around, Gabriel sighed as he looked at the gorgeous, creamy expanse of her backside, eager to see it reddened from chastisement. 

"Very nice to see you again Miss Stafford," said Dr. Monroe. He had deliberately waited to speak until she was completely unclothed, knowing that the Earl would enjoy watching his bride disrobe without any distractions. Standing by the examination table, he put his hand upon the leather and patted it gently. "If you would, place yourself up here on your elbows and knees with your head down."

For a moment he thought she might protest, her green eyes wide with trepidation as she shot him a fearful glance, but then she looked at Mrs. Banks who nodded her head and Vivian began to take rather halting steps towards the table. They did not hurry or chivy her, at this point her compliance was more important that the speed at which she did so. She would learn soon enough not to dawdle, as Mrs. Banks was already making a notation in her notebook that would add to Vivian's punishment this evening. Unless she did something truly exceptional that would require immediate retribution, Vivian would be paying for all her transgressions during the examination when she was bent over Mrs. Banks' lap later this evening.

Mrs. Banks helped her up onto the table, the position putting her rear facing towards Gabriel's peephole. He wished he was able to view both her front and back ends simultaneously. Despite her charming posterior and the delightful visage of her pouting sex, he wondered if she was still nibbling at her lower lip, if her eyes were open or squeezed shut, and what expression might be on her lovely face. His future bride had such a very expressive face when she was uncomfortable or impassioned. 

"Now then, this is going to be a slightly different kind of exam from your first," Dr. Monroe said as he picked up a thermometer. "Although you will experience some of the same things, we are just checking up on your health now and readying you for the next part of your training." He gave Mrs. Banks a significant look, as his recommendation that Vivian receive her anal stretching training immediately had gone ignored due to the companion's interference. Considering the young woman's reaction to it, she had felt it best to give Vivian the extra time to accustom herself to her new way of life and Mrs. Cunningham had backed her up. 

Vivian moaned as she felt the cool, slick blunt end of the thermometer nudging at her posterior. It didn't hurt, thankfully, but it was not at all comfortable and she hated being breached in this manner. She'd since learned how much pleasure there was to be found when Mrs. Cunningham inserted her fingers into Vivian's quim, but her bottom hole was an entirely different matter. Her cheeks burned as the doctor moved the thermometer back and forth, forcibly reminding her of the way Mrs. Cunningham's fingers had done the same in her other hole. 

But she didn't protest. She held her position, accepting the penetration and the doctor's wicked twirling of the instrument. 

Dr. Monroe took his time with it, he moved it back and forth inside of her by degrees, spinning it to give her new sensations as she whimpered and quivered before them. Gabriel was completely engrossed in watching the violation of Vivian's tiny pink hole and examining the slight gloss on her plump feminine folds. After a few long moments in which Vivian wondered if this indignity was truly necessary and if it was something she would be subjected to after she was married, Dr. Monroe finally slid the thermometer from Vivian's anus.

None of her audience missed her sigh of relief, although their reactions varied. Mrs. Banks smiled a secret little smile, knowing that eventually Vivian would find as much pleasure in the plundering of that back entryway as she did the front, although she might never quite become mentally accustomed to it. Professionally, Dr. Monroe examined the tiny aperture, wondering if perhaps the young woman was more sensitive there than others, or if her discomfort was purely mental. And behind the safety of the wall, Gabriel stifled a groan as he fisted his cock harder, thinking forward to the day when Vivian would accept much larger things that a thermometer into that passage and how he would make her scream with pleasure when she did.

Bending his head to look at the high gloss on Miss Stafford's pussy lips, Dr. Monroe placed his fingers delicately on her feminine folds and parted them, ignoring the half-garbled protest that came from Vivian's lips. Off to the side, Mrs. Banks made another note. 

Burying her face in her hands, Vivian tried to shut out the knowledge that a man had his face so close to her private area, that he had actually opened her up to look at her! It was utterly humiliating, even more so than she had remembered the last examination being. And yet she still felt that hot wetness that was always the precursor to the pleasure that Mrs. Banks would bring her to. 

"Her maidenhead doesn't seem to be greatly disturbed by your evening activities," Dr. Monroe remarked. "That's good. As long as you don't stress it any further than you have I think that should be fine."

Vivian let out a small moan of humiliation. The doctor knew what Mrs. Banks was doing to her in the evenings! Of course if she'd thought about it she might have assumed that he knew something, considering that her first orgasm had been experienced in this very room, but she had been doing her best not to think about anything like that. She didn't think she could feel any more humiliated.

If she'd known that Dr. Monroe was standing slightly to the side of her, his fingers holding her pussy lips open wide to expose the shiny, wet petals of the interior to her future husband, she might have expired of shame right on the spot. Fortunately she had no idea that Gabriel was enjoying such a delectable view, too overcome with arousal and desire for her to be overly jealous of the doctor's intimate touch on his future wife. 

Releasing her pussy lips, Dr. Monroe inspected Vivian's bottom, both squeezing and poking at her rounded cheeks as he tried to ascertain if there were any particularly sore spots. Only once or twice did she make any noise when he found lingering aches in her poor bottom. 

"You spanked her last night?" he asked Mrs. Banks conversationally, already knowing the answer but assuming it would titillate the Earl to hear them talking about it. Which it did, as well as sending Vivian into further paroxysms of embarrassment. 

"Yes Dr. Monroe."

"Harshly?" 

"Yes Dr. Monroe, her harshest yet."

"She seems nicely recovered," he mused approvingly, giving the upper part of one of her cheeks a little pat. "I would have expected some lingering marks due to the paleness of her skin. It will be interesting to see what it takes to leave them."

Fortunately Vivian was too involved in heartily wishing herself away from the examination room to truly hear and understand Dr. Monroe's remarks, otherwise she might have been struck with horror. Instead she just stayed passively in position as the doctor and her companion moved around behind her, readying the enema that she was going to receive for the Earl's viewing pleasure and to ready her for her bottom training. 

Now that she was learning some of her body's responses, Vivian realized that some part of her was enjoying being on display like this, even though her mind told her that she shouldn't. Beneath her swaying breasts her nipples were like hard little points brushing sensuously against the leather below them, there was a tingling in the pit of her stomach, and her insides felt all hot and needy. Somehow having Dr. Monroe made it all the more exciting, perhaps because he was a man and it increased the taboo of what she felt they were doing. 

Still, it was not all pleasant, and she moaned as she felt something very hard and unforgiving pushing at her anus, slightly bigger than the thermometer although not as stiff. 

Dr. Monroe gently eased the nozzle of the enema into Vivian's tight back chamber, inflating the stop cock to keep it in place while Mrs. Banks attached the bag of solution which would cleanse and soothe Vivian's insides. One day she would receive much harsher enemas, ones meant to itch and cramp, as a punishment, but for now they wanted to train her to take the copious amount of fluid up her tight little fanny without protest. That meant soothing solutions that wouldn't unduly stress her body before it was ready. 

"Please take it out," Vivian whispered, not daring to protest but unable to keep herself from begging.

That soft little whisper had Gabriel's darkest fantasies swirling, even as she gave a soft little moan of distress when Mrs. Banks shook her head. After all, the enema wouldn't hurt Vivian, this particular solution was used all over England on a regular basis as a measure for constipation and other illnesses. She was lucky to be getting such a soothing solution, rather than one mixed with hard soap and glycerin. 

"Just stay in position Vivian, everything will be okay," Mrs. Banks said soothingly, although there was also a hint of warning in her gentle voice. "Don't move from where you are."

Raising the bag, Mrs. Banks allowed the enema to begin to seep into Vivian's dark orifice and the young woman groaned, her entire body quivering as she felt the first stream of water enter her. 

The water sloshed into Vivian's tunnel, pushing into her body as more and more of it was forced into that accommodating hole. She cried out, beginning to shake and wriggle a bit as the load became uncomfortable. 

"Please, please that must be enough!" 

"Hush Vivian, you're only about halfway there, you can take much more I promise."

But the reassurance did nothing for Vivian and she began to reach behind her. Immediately Dr. Monroe moved, his hand coming down hard on her bottom, much harder than Mrs. Banks ever had. The sharp yelp that came from Vivian was partly for the sting of his slap and partly for the way her insides sloshed and protested as she instinctively tightened around the nozzle in her anus. 

"Hands back into position!" Dr. Monroe ordered, his voice dark and authoritative. 

Immediately Gabriel had to reach down to pinch that base of his cock to keep himself from cumming, imagining himself in Dr. Monroe's place. Part of him wanted to tear through the wall and throttle the man for touching her, a wave of possessiveness like he'd never felt before washing over him, but he'd known that Dr. Monroe would occasionally have to discipline her. It was all part of the training - she needed to accept her punishments from more people than just Mrs. Banks before Gabriel was ever introduced into the equation.

Instead of heeding the doctor's words, Vivian tried to cover her bottom cheeks with her hands to protect them, but he just slapped her hard on her inner thigh. "Hands back in position!"

This time she did as she was told, tears leaking from her eyes at the harshness of Dr. Monroe's voice. Turning her head toward Mrs. Banks, hoping for some sympathy, she just saw the older woman shaking her head in disappointment and Vivian felt like crying. How could she possibly not move, not try to resist such an assault on her poor body! There was no way she could retain this kind of fluid! And the harsh smacks from the frightening and icy Dr. Monroe's hand had only increased her misery. The one on her inner thigh stung in particular. 

Vivian didn't know it, but she'd impressed all of her audience with her quick submission. Her fingers dug into the leather of the table as she struggled to keep in place, her body starting to squirm as her stomach pouched out beneath her. It felt as though she was going to explode, and still the fluid slowly streamed into her! 




Marriage Training Ch. 07



When the bag was finally depleted, Dr. Monroe turned the latch that allowed them to remove the hose, leaving only the nozzle firmly wedged in Vivian's bottom, like a stopper keeping the enema inside of her protesting bowels. 

"Is it over?" she asked rather faintly.

"Not quite," Dr. Monroe told her. "You must hold the solution for at least ten minutes, but Mrs. Banks and I will help distract you."

She didn't know how they could possibly distract her from the awfulness of the fluid sloshing around inside of her, the slight cramp of her stomach muscles, the intense need she felt to release it from her body. But then Dr. Monroe came to stand in front of her and reached underneath her young body to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. 

Rearing up was her instinctive reaction, although she pushed herself back down almost as soon as she had done so as the movement caused a ripple effect through her bowels, the fluid moving inside of her so uncomfortably. And also because she didn't want any further slaps to her poor bottom while it was already being tormented by the enema. She let out a little sob as Dr. Monroe massaged her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. To her horror, despite the discomfort of her full bowels, she felt her core beginning to stir in reaction to his large hands on her breasts.

They were much bigger than Mrs. Banks' hands, able to fully cup the mounds of flesh, and his fingers were much stronger and harsher as they began to tug and play with her nipples. She let out a little moan, not sure if she was protesting or pleading, when Mrs. Banks began to run her fingers up and down Vivian's wet slit, bringing slick juices down to lubricate her clit. The companion purposefully stood to the side as she began to play with Vivian's pretty pussy, ensuring that the Earl would be able to see the pouting cunt lips with their glossy coating, the swollen little pleasure pearl that was jutting out from beneath its hood, and the quivering spasms of Vivian's buttocks as she instinctively clenched around the nozzle wedged into her anus.

The combination of stimulation to her sensitive breasts and nipples at the same time as Mrs. Banks rubbed her pussy, had an electric effect on Vivian. Her overly full bowels protested as her body rippled and clenched; she cried out in excitement as Doctor Monroe's fingers pinched her nipples more roughly, twisting them back and forth. It hurt so beautifully, jagged edges biting through the throbbing discomfort of her bowels and slicing through the pleasure that Mrs. Banks was creating inside of her. The swirling vortex of humiliation, shock and arousal at having a man's hands on her, her natural submissive reaction to the entire scene, and the pinching and tugging of her clit sent Vivian into a state of glassy-eyed ecstasy as she screamed out an intense orgasm beyond any she'd experienced before.

It was as if her nightly pleasures had only been precursors to this moment, this grandiose rapture that went on and on and on... 

When they finally took her out of position and she was allowed to release the enema, the relief made her feel almost as though she was floating.

******

Gabriel sagged in his chair in the secret chamber beside Dr. Monroe's examination room. His hand was still on his slowly softening cock as he pictured Vivian in his mind's eye, bent over and holding herself in position for erotic torment, debasement and climax. Everything about her was perfect, everything he'd hoped she'd be. While she obviously had spirit, she was also a deeply submissive woman sexually. It nearly killed him that he couldn't be a part of her training yet, that he was sidelined to watching for another two and a half weeks.

Yet he couldn't argue with the progress that the school had made with his soon to be wife. Already she was learning to let go of the social strictures she had been raised with, to give in to the sweet delights her body was capable of, and learning to obediently submit to indignities that would torment and pleasure her.

With a low groan, he began to clean off the remnants of his own explosive orgasm with his handkerchief. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered that the evening was not yet over. Although Mrs. Banks had told him that Vivian's spanking this evening would be rather light, he still looked forward to witnessing the young beauty's nightly routine.



Marriage Training Ch. 08



Author's Note: This story is not meant to be read as a standalone, if you haven't read the previous chapters then I strongly recommend going back to the beginning and starting from there. Enjoy! 

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From the peephole that Mrs. Cunningham brought him to, Gabriel was able to see where his wife slept every night. The punishment chair in the center of the room obviously dominated his view, but it was a much treasured glimpse into Vivian's personal life. He especially enjoyed watching her being lectured as she sat in the punishment chair, still a little glassy-eyed from the multiple orgasms she'd experienced while she was being given her enema during Dr. Monroe's examination. The spanking itself was almost anti-climactic after the events in the examination room, although he still enjoyed seeing Vivian's slim white legs kick as her bottom was turned a dark pink. 

He had known from the outset that Mrs. Banks was going to be gentle with Vivian's punishment this evening, although if this was her version of gentle then he hoped he would soon be able to witness a true disciplining from her! Watching through to the end of the punishment and seeing how willingly Vivian took her companion's fingers in her mouth was enough to spark his imagination to very dark places. He left as Mrs. Banks was tucking her exhausted student into bed. As much as he yearned to be the one administering a spanking to Vivian's creamy bottom, he had to admit that it was illicitly thrilling to be a voyeur to the proceedings. At first he had thought he would be jealous, which he was, but the jealousy wasn't nearly as strong as he had thought it would be. 

Once Vivian was his wife, however, it would be different and he would not share her with anyone in any way.

Leaving the school, Gabriel was well-pleased. Due to the lateness of the hour he had scheduled a meeting with Mrs. Cunningham for the next day to discuss the furtherance of Vivian's training.

******

Thursday morning Vivian awoke feeling almost shockingly refreshed. Her body ached, but the deep sleep that had followed the invasive and humiliating exam had almost completely revived her. Perhaps, she mused as the maid pinned her hair in place, it was because she'd had some idea of what was coming. Although Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe had taken her far beyond what she'd thought possible. She watched in the mirror as a delicate pink blush rose in her cheeks, remembering the way she'd come apart in their hands. 

The climax Mrs. Banks had given her after her punishment hadn't been nearly as powerful, and she'd been grateful for that. How could a body possibly handle so much pleasure? 

Seeing the maid looking at her curiously in the mirror, Vivian's blush deepened. At least the maid didn't ask her thoughts, Vivian had no idea what she would say.

She remembered when she had first begun this nightly training and her almost resentment that she had no one to confide in. Now she still wished she had someone to talk to but for a different reason: she wanted someone to talk to about the ecstasy. 

It was impossible. Not only had Mrs. Banks ordered her not to talk of her training with the other young ladies - and she was sure she would be punished if she was found to have transgressed - but there didn't seem any point in talking to young women who wouldn't understand what she was talking about. Sighing, Vivian allowed her maid to put the finishing touches on her hair before she nibbled at the last bit of her breakfast and headed out of her bedroom and to the front of the house.

Strangely it was the inside of her body that felt sorer today than the outside. Breakfast had been very soft porridge and a bit of toast, easy for her to eat and soothing to her stomach. Vivian had to wonder if the kitchen staff knew why she was being sent such a specialized meal. She fervently hoped not. 

******

The extremely deep rest that Vivian had gotten the night before had certainly helped her throughout the activities of the day. She felt that she was truly beginning to understand how to be flexible enough with her plans to allow for the minor emergencies that plagued a household on a regular basis. Anything from running out of a particular kind of spice, to dealing with an unexpected and demanding visitor... the Practicum was giving the young ladies quite a bit of experience with all of them. Experience that Vivian especially appreciated as she knew that as an Earl's wife she would be much more socially active than her own family had been while she was growing up.

Some small things seemed to take her longer to grasp, especially when it came to dealing with the servants, than the other young ladies. She supposed they'd had the benefit of watching their own mothers, or perhaps even assisting them, in matters around the house. At least she was not the only one to fumble on occasion, however, and she learned from watching their mistakes as well. 

******

Sitting at attention in the hard seat of the punishment chair, Vivian couldn't help but smile back at her companion as the lecture ended. It hadn't been a very long one. She knew that she had done well during the Practicum today and she felt flush with triumph. Of course she had not been perfect and so she was still receiving a spanking, twelve to be exact, but that was the lowest she'd earned so far and she felt quite proud of the fact. 

Anticipation welled inside of her as Mrs. Banks helped her disrobe, the fabrics slithering off of her body and leaving her standing naked and vulnerable. Tonight Mrs. Banks had her strip completely down, without even her stockings on. Sometimes she kept them on, sometimes Mrs. Banks removed them. Vivian had learned that there was no meaning to fear behind the changes, it was purely based on her companion's preference for the evening. 

This time Mrs. Banks bound Vivian's wrists behind her back before sitting down in the chair; forcing the young woman to unsteadily bend at the waist as she tried to lay herself across her companion's skirts without the use of her hands. It was a revelation to Vivian how much she relied upon the use of her hands for balance, as well as an increase in the anxiety and vulnerability of her situation. Still, she felt almost as if Mrs. Banks was waiting for her to react negatively to this one small change and Vivian was determined to show that she could adapt. 

With her legs splayed wide to help her balance, she lowered her upper body onto Mrs. Banks' thighs, assisted in small ways by the older woman who didn't want to leave Vivian completely floundering. If the Earl had been watching he would have been treated to the sight of Vivian's pussy lips gaping open as she bent herself forward, pale white thighs spread and trembling as she placed herself in position. 

"Very good, Miss Stafford," Mrs. Banks said approvingly as she made some small shifts to Vivian's position, pushing her upper body forward a bit to further raise her buttocks and enhance the sensation of helplessness as Vivian's balance was disrupted. Now if Mrs. Banks raised her arm off of the young woman's back there was a very good chance that she would slide forward. The undersides of her breasts were pressed against Mrs. Banks' thigh, her pert and already perky nipples pointing downwards in the same direction as her face. 

Vivian could help but wonder what it would be like if Dr. John were to spank her in this position. The slaps that he'd given her bare bottom the night before had been shockingly hard, giving her a much better idea of what it would be like to be spanked by her future husband. Larger hands with a much stronger swing, more callused than the soft palm of Mrs. Banks. She couldn't help but picture herself in such a position, causing a rush of wetness to moisten her already damp pussy lips.

"One."

SMACK!

The count and the slap were enough to jolt Vivian out of her fantasy. Although Mrs. Banks might not be as strong and her hand might not be as large as Dr. Monroe's, she had a hefty swing when put her mind to it, and as Vivian was nearing the end of her second week of training, as well as the low punishment count she had earned, the companion didn't see any reason to hold back on the strength of the spanking. 

"Two."

SLAP!

"Three."

SMACK!

To the older woman's surprise, she could feel Vivian holding in her reaction; the tension in the young woman's body making it clear that she wanted to yelp or cry out, but was doing her best not to. Mrs. Banks frowned. Vivian's previous disciplinary sessions had always been accompanied by at least gasps and whimpers, even at the very beginning. She'd been aware that the young woman had tried to stifle much of her verbal reaction, perhaps worried that passerby might overhear her misery (not knowing that there was no chance of that), but she was becoming rather too successful. While the Earl might enjoy an occasional attempt at keeping quiet, he had made it clear to Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks that he preferred his future wife have a natural reaction to her spankings. 

"Four."

SLAP!

Thoughtfully, Mrs. Banks rubbed the slightly pink cheek of Vivian's bottom, giving her a moment to think. Vivian tensed, wondering at the change in routine and hoping that the hairbrush wasn't about to make an unexpected appearance. Her hands twitched, tugging slightly at the satin scarf around her wrists, reminding her that no matter what Mrs. Banks chose to chastise her with, there was nothing Vivian could do to stop her. 

"Five."

SMACK!

Vivian bit back a yelp. 

"Six."

SLAP!

"Vivian, dear, you have to stop holding back," Mrs. Banks chastised gently as she soothed her hand over the younger woman's flanks again. Although she couldn't see Vivian's face, she could see her turn her head slightly, as if to look over her shoulder, but the angle at which she was positioned over the companion's lap made it impossible. "Your husband will want to know that the discipline is being felt and how can he know that without hearing your voice? I can feel your tension all through your body, just let go and react however you need to."

"Seven."

SMACK!

This time Vivian did cry out, feeling both ashamed and exhilarated. She worried that someone might overhear, might know that she was receiving a spanking like a child, and yet she was also relieved at receiving permission to give vent to the pain that was building her poor bottom. It was one thing to be driven past the point of being able to contain her cries, and another to have them permitted, even encouraged. 

"That's it," Mrs. Banks murmured. "Good girl. Eight."

SLAP!

Another cry. She no longer held back as Mrs. Banks picked up the tempo, peppering her bottom with the last flurry of spanks, using the full strength of her arm to really impact the deepening pink on Vivian's cheeks. The darkening flesh quivered and jiggled with each strike, her legs jerking but not kicking as the young woman yelped and squirmed. 

Mrs. Banks smiled. A more prideful young lady might have continued to try and hold in her emotions, her pain, but Vivian wanted to please and, in turn, found pleasure in being allowed the freedom to express herself. 

"Very good Miss Stafford," she said approvingly, dipping her fingers down into the font of Vivian's wet folds. They were very slick after her spanking, and the young woman's hips lifted eagerly to meet the press of Mrs. Banks' fingertips. She moaned, not holding back the sounds of her pleasure now that she had already begun expressing her pain, as Mrs. Banks began to stroke and swirl her fingers around Vivian's sensitive flesh.

"Oh please!" she cried out, her breathing huffing out of her in surprise as Mrs. Banks rubbed a slick fingertip over her bottom hole - not pressing inward, just teasing the sensitive nerves of the crinkled rosebud. It was unexpected, as Vivian had not been touched there outside of the examination room, and the little hole was rather sensitive from the indignities it had suffered through the evening before. 

"Relax Vivian," Mrs. Banks ordered, giving the young woman another little slap on her bottom to stop her squirming. Getting a firmer hold of her charge, one arm resting upon Vivian's, hand closed over the binding on her wrists, Mrs. Banks placed her fingertip back on the little hole and stroked it. "That's not so bad is it dear? It's okay if it feels good."

Vivian was dreadfully confused. She hadn't enjoyed having that particular area inspected and invaded at any point and she didn't want it to feel good. But it didn't feel entirely unpleasant, she had to admit to herself. Still, she couldn't help but tighten up her muscles around them. Mrs. Banks didn't scold her, however, she wanted Vivian to know that not everything involving her anus had to be unpleasant. Instead she just continued to circle the little hole with her slick fingertip, rubbing it gently and awakening nerves that Vivian hadn't been entirely aware of during the previous experiences involving her anus. Slowly, partly because it didn't hurt and partly because she couldn't hold her muscles tensed for so long, Vivian's bottom relaxed and she submitted to the gentle caresses. She was surprised to feeling an answering flutter in her pussy, as if the two areas were more intimately connected than she'd realized. 

Continuing to caress that sensitive area until Vivian was fully relaxed and submitting to her touch, Mrs. Banks smiled. That was enough for today, especially as that entrance was bound to be more than a little tender. The message that it could also be a pleasure had been given and received, tomorrow she would push things a little further. 

When Mrs. Banks moved her fingers back into the sopping folds of Vivian's pussy, she was surprised to realize that she was even more wet than before Mrs. Banks had touched her bottom hole. The clever fingers stroked and rubbed as Vivian's hips began to move in conjunction with the touch. Because her toes were just touching the floor she couldn't move as much as she might have liked, but the heady pleasure began to build anyway as Mrs. Banks teased her delicate nerves. 

"Oh!" she gasped as the companion reached down and pinched the swollen bud that was peeking out from beneath its hood, a flash of pleasure and pain rushing through her. The pinch was rougher than anything Mrs. Banks had done to that area before, but Vivian was already accustomed to associating pain with sexual pleasure, the spankings followed by orgasms had done their job exceedingly well. Her back arched as she searched out more pleasure.

Smiling at the reaction, Mrs. Banks pinched her little clitty again, feeling it harden between her fingers as she rubbed it back and forth. On her lap Vivian writhed and moaned, her nipples jiggling enough to bounce against the edge of the punishment chair, giving her just enough sensation to send it sparking through to her core. The slight ache of her bottom, leftover from the spanking, was barely discernible through the rising ecstasy between her creamy thighs. 

One of Mrs. Banks fingers slid inside Vivian's pussy, probing and wiggling in the tight hole, moving gently so as not to tear her maidenhead prematurely. Her other fingers rubbed and rocked against Vivian's swollen clit, and the older woman could feel the tight inner muscles spasm as Vivian cried out as she climaxed. The natural rippling of her sheath would give the Earl immense pleasure on his wedding night. 

The sizzling heat going through Vivian's body slowly dissipated, her muscles continuing to work as she squeezed Mrs. Banks' finger inside of her. It felt strange but good, especially when she tightened around it in the little aftershocks that followed her climax. The slow rubbing against her clitoris made her tighten and release several times until Mrs. Banks finally withdrew her fingers from the sensitive crevices.

"On your knees," the older woman reminded her. This time she only provided Vivian with minimal help as she maneuvered her body, half-sliding, off of Mrs. Banks' lap and onto her knees in front of her. It was something Vivian had become much more accustomed to over the past few days

With the young beauty on her knees before her, suckling at her fingers, Mrs. Banks brushed back the flaming tresses from Vivian's face. Her student's cheeks were flushed from her orgasm, her eyes glowing with pleasure. The companion remembered Mrs. Cunningham's words of praise at their early morning meeting today. The Earl had been particularly enamored of watching this portion of Vivian's daily routine, impressed with the oral training that his future bride was receiving without the use of a man to practice on. 

Mrs. Cunningham had also confided to Mrs. Banks that she believed the Earl to be legitimately enamored of his bride, with as much emotion as lust. They'd had enough scholarship students to know when more than a man's base desires were engaged, and they'd never had a future husband as involved as the Earl or as eager to join in the training. During her forays out into Society Mrs. Cunningham had heard that the Earl hadn't had a mistress in months, something that had shocked both ladies. Although it was often said that reformed rakes made the best husbands, whoever heard of a rake reforming before he had to? And certainly Miss Stafford was in no position to complain - or even know - what activities her future husband might be involved in. It showed an admirable fortitude of character.

Tucking Vivian into bed, she smiled as she thought about the Earl's desire to see another of Vivian's punishment sessions. Mrs. Cunningham had convinced him to wait until the end of next week, when there would be more to show. Also, by next week Vivian's bottom training would be much further along and Mrs. Banks would be changing over to the next step of her discipline training, during which it wouldn't be just her upturned bottom feeling the effects of misbehavior.

******

On Friday a fire erupted in the kitchens right before luncheon, which threw the entire day askew. The startled looks on the companions' faces said that this was not a planned emergency, but they required that the students handle everything anyway. By the end of the day all of the participants in the Practicum were exhausted from the extra effort that had gone into righting things within the household - everything from re-organizing the luncheon on short notice, taking an assessment of the damages and arranging for repairs, factoring that into the household expenses, and getting the staff back in working order after all the excitement. Of course they couldn't keep themselves from whispering back and forth all day about what might have occurred to start the fire.

The companions frowned heavily upon the whispers as they distracted the students from what they were supposed to be doing and Vivian knew that her bottom would pay for it later, but she and the other girls couldn't help themselves once they'd realized it wasn't a planned emergency. That was much more exciting than the little things that the companions would do to throw a wrench into the inner workings of the house. 

On the carriage ride back to the school Vivian noticed some soot that had gotten onto the hem of her lavender skirt and surreptitiously tried to rub it away with her shoe. Fortunately Mrs. Banks was staring out the window at the time and so didn't notice that she'd gotten her dress dirty. Squeezing her thighs together beneath her skirts, Vivian felt a flutter of excitement as she thought about her upcoming evening, knowing that she would be spanked and then brought to orgasm at Mrs. Banks' hands.

Although she didn't entirely enjoy being spanked, she had to admit that the previous night's discipline session hadn't been so bad. There were times when she thought some part of her might secretly enjoy the spanking, especially when it was a lighter one. And she certainly enjoyed what followed. It was more than worth it to have the punishment if it was going to be followed by the pleasure. She didn't even feel ashamed of the fact that she'd begun to crave that release, it didn't seem like something she should be ashamed of. Otherwise, why would Mrs. Banks encourage her so?




Marriage Training Ch. 08



Across from her, the student accompanying her in the carriage sighed and Vivian smiled encouragingly at her. Poor Emily had been the student in charge of the household when the fire had first flared up, she had been the one to throw the household into action to put it out and ensure that it didn't spread. Fortunately she had known what to do, having seen a kitchen fire before, and hadn't let them try to use water - instead they'd smothered the flames with thick cloths. 

"I'm not sure I want to run my own household anymore," Emily said rather cheekily, resting her head against the side of the carriage. Her companion rolled her eyes but Mrs. Banks looked disapproving so Vivian didn't say that she agreed with her friend's sentiment. 

"It was a rather hard day," she said instead, her voice full of sympathy. "I'm thankful for the practice, otherwise I hate to think what a mull I might make of things."

"Well it's different for you." Emily laughed and waved her hand, her tired eyes sparkling a little. "You already have a husband and a household ready and waiting once we finish at school. I think I'll wait around a few years after my come-out before I accept one of my suitor's proposals."

"Your father might not allow you to do so," Miss Norton, Emily's companion, warned, obviously not liking the idea that her charge might be getting ideas that the Marquess would disapprove of in his daughter. 

"I'm sure he'll do whatever he thinks is best for me," Emily said with the air of an indulged daughter who had her father wrapped around her little finger. For herself, Vivian was only a little envious of Emily's better situation. She thought that she might have liked to have a say in the man she married... but she also knew that she would have felt much more pressure than Emily to marry well and quickly.

Her family's financial situation wouldn't have allowed for anything less. Not only would it be abhorrently expensive to outfit her for a Season, her father probably wouldn't have been able to afford more than one for her if that, and she would have had to find a rich husband during that Season or else the expense would have been for naught. Instead she was presented with a rich husband fait accompli, without having the pressure or the stress, and all she had to do was learn to please him so that he didn't regret his decision. 

So far she felt she was doing well with the Practicum, and Mrs. Banks consistently told her what a good girl she was being in the evening during the more embarrassing and overwhelming parts of her training, so she tried not to dwell too much on whether or not her husband would like her, putting her trust in Mrs. Banks and the school to make it so. 

******

That evening when Mrs. Banks arrived at her door, Vivian was able to face her companion feeling completely calm and composed. While she had never repeated the mistake of disrobing before Mrs. Banks arrived, she no longer felt nervous about exposing herself to the other woman. Certainly there was nothing in Mrs. Banks' behavior that Vivian should feel ashamed to be naked in front of her. 

After being examined by Dr. Monroe again on Wednesday, falling back into her normal routine had been a relief and today she was feeling it particularly. She even managed to smile at Mrs. Banks before she sat down in the punishment chair to listen to her litany of transgressions.

Noting Vivian's attitude, Mrs. Banks smiled back and wondered how long it would last. She was going to push her student a little more every night when it came to bottom training and next Wednesday Miss Stafford would not be receiving an exam, but her evening punishment sessions would be making an abrupt change. Would the young woman be able to accept the changes easily or would she struggle with it? In a perfect world Mrs. Banks would wish more time to slowly acclimate her student to the various means of punishment and pleasure that the Earl wanted her trained in, but he was so eager to join in the training sessions that it was best to introduce them to Vivian before the first month of training was up and then allow her to acclimate once the Earl began to participate. 

Today's punishment, like the evening before, was rather light. Only a count of fifteen, which Mrs. Banks smacked down hard and fast on Vivian's clenching buttocks. The young woman only required one small reminder to not hold back her reactions - a sharp slap to her sensitive sit-spot encouraged her to yelp and from that point onward she allowed her gasps and small cries to fall from her lips. 

Tonight Mrs. Banks had tied Vivian's hands in front of her and as her head hung down she was able to see the vivid scarlet ribbon, so bright against her pale wrists. It made her predicament somehow more real, that she could see the bindings. Her bottom was up high in the air, higher than before as she was able to use her hands to balance herself on Mrs. Banks' lap rather than rely on the companion's strong arm to hold her in place. It made for a slightly different sensation as the blood rushed down towards her head, her breasts swaying as she jerked and squirmed. Because of the position her toes were barely touching the floor and she found that made it harder not to kick and swing her legs as the stinging slaps rained down on her unprotected bottom. 

Once the spanking was over Mrs. Banks shifted, reaching for something in her pocket and Vivian's heart seemed to stutter. Had Mrs. Banks put the hairbrush in her pocket without Vivian noticing? Her mind raced as she tried to remember, wondering what she might have done which would have precluded the necessity of the dreaded hairbrush. 

"Hold still Miss Stafford or you might fall off," Mrs. Banks said sharply, giving Vivian's bottom another smack. The cheeks of her buttocks had turned a nice bright pink, although certainly not as dark as she'd experienced before. In fact Vivian found the sensation of having a freshly spanked bottom to be rather invigorating and arousing, as long as it was only lightly spanked like her current situation. Which was why she didn't want to add more to it, especially not with an unforgiving instrument like the hairbrush. 

"Please Mrs. Banks, not the hairbrush," she begged.

Immediately understanding her charge's consternation, Mrs. Banks stroked Vivian's flanks soothingly. The young woman needed consistency with her punishments and obviously the idea of being punished with the hairbrush for an unknown misdemeanor was extremely distressing to her. That had not at all been Mrs. Banks' intent, although she realized why Vivian might have thought the evening was heading that way. "I'm not getting the hairbrush Vivian, I'm getting something to help me with your training. It won't hurt at all."

Hearing that she wasn't going to be spanked with the hairbrush sent a rush of relief through Vivian, her coppery head dropping downwards as her body sagged. She was so relieved that she almost didn't notice as Mrs. Banks laid her arm lengthwise across Vivian's lower back, something that she had done before when she'd needed to hold the younger woman in place for a spanking. Nestling her hand between the pink mounds of Vivian's bottom, Mrs. Banks pressed an oiled fingertip to the young woman's tiny pink puckered anus. 

"Oh!" Vivian cried out at the unexpected contact, her muscles immediately tensing and trying to push Mrs. Banks' finger away. 

"Relax Vivian," Mrs. Banks said, giving the young woman another sharp smack on her sit-spot, causing her to yelp and tense again before relaxing. "Spread your legs."

It wasn't easy, because her toes were still touching the floor, but Vivian spread her legs. 

"Farther."

Her muscles strained as nothing but her big toe rested against the floor. The position made her pussy lips part slightly, wet and glistening, sensitive to the open air, and it meant that her bottom couldn't squeeze its cheeks together at all. The little pink bud of her anus was completely unprotected from Mrs. Banks' questing finger and Vivian whimpered as she felt it enter her. 

"My finger's not much bigger than the enema nozzle or the thermometer," Mrs. Banks said in a soothing voice, reminding Vivian that this was not the first time she'd suffered the indignity of something sliding up her backside.

"But whyyyy?" Vivian asked, half-moaning in embarrassment, half-wailing with protest. Her hands lifted as if to ward off the touch, but Mrs. Banks had bound Vivian's hands in front for a reason. With Vivian's hands behind her back the companion would have had to keep a firm hold on the young woman's wrists to keep her hands from sliding down and trying to protect this tender area; with Vivian's hands tied in front there was no way she could reach behind herself. Indeed, she had to put her hands back down almost immediately or risk sliding forward and onto her face. 

Gently inserting her finger up to the center knuckle, Mrs. Banks twisted in back and forth in the hot, tight channel, slicking it with the oil on her finger, before answering Vivian's question. 

"Your husband is going to want access to every part of your body, Vivian. He will want to touch and taste every inch of you and you will have no secrets from him."

"Even there?" Vivian was horrified. No secrets? She could all too easily imagine a faceless man inspecting her the same way Dr. Monroe had, inserting things into her backside and she certainly didn't like the idea at all. Although at least Mrs. Banks' finger didn't hurt, it just felt very odd and not entirely comfortable. She was sharply reminded of her first examination during which Dr. Monroe had said that this area would need to be stretched. Somehow she'd managed to forget that or block it from her mind. Sometimes when she looked back she couldn't remember very much about that first examination at all, as if she'd been in a protective haze. 

"Everywhere," Mrs. Banks said firmly. As she did so, her other hand slid up Vivian's thigh to the wet curls of her pussy. It was no surprise to Mrs. Banks that the younger woman was highly aroused. Vivian moaned as the companion began to stroke her sensitive folds, knowing that despite her dislike of the invasion of her bottom hole, she would still find pleasure at Mrs. Banks' experienced hands. 

Pushing the finger in Vivian's backside back and forth, mimicking the sex act, Mrs. Banks skillfully began to build the young woman's orgasm as Vivian lay helpless across her lap. She couldn't kick or use her hands to struggle, not without risking injuring herself, even if she could overcome her natural instinct to submit and obey, and all she was able to do was hold herself in place as Mrs. Banks molested her reluctant body. 

She didn't want to climax when Mrs. Banks was so rudely poking her finger into Vivian's bottom, but she knew that she wasn't going to be allowed a choice. That finger rooted around between her cheeks, other fingers stroking and pushing into her more accustomed hole, stroking against the swollen nub of her clitoris and making her jerk and squeeze the finger in her bottom. The slick sensation of it working back and forth was starting to feel almost good, adding to the pleasure that was building in her core. 

The soft reluctant cries of her charge filled the room as Vivian orgasmed, overcome by the rubbing fingers of Mrs. Banks. Her tiny anus clamped down so tightly on Mrs. Banks' finger that she knew they would have further work to do in the days to come in order to ensure that Vivian's first experience with anal sex would not be too painful for her. The tightness of that ring of muscle would need considerable work. 

Fortunately, by the time they began to stretch it with more than Mrs. Banks' fingers, Vivian would have other things to occupy her mind with as well. 

Humiliated that she had spent herself yet again while there was something in her bottom, yet knowing that she couldn't have done anything to prevent the occurrence - after all, if Mrs. Banks could make her orgasm with an enema filling her bowels than a finger was nothing - Vivian slipped into her knees in front of her companion. She'd become rather used to the musky flavors of her juices, although she was very relieved that Mrs. Banks showed no sign of desiring that Vivian clean off her other hand with her mouth. 

Suckling on the older woman's fingers, Vivian struggled not to gag as Mrs. Banks pressed them further down her throat. She was becoming more adept at it, although she did not enjoy it when Mrs. Banks tested how far she could insert her fingers between Vivian's lips. Still, sucking on the juicy digits was certainly not unpleasant and she liked that she could look up and see the approval shining in Mrs. Banks' blue eyes.

******

As she left Miss Stafford's room, the companion wondered how her young charge would adjust to the weekend with its lack of schedule - and more importantly, lack of punishment and pleasure. A close watch would be kept on the young woman to observe how the change affected her.



Marriage Training Ch. 09



Author's Note: This series is meant to be read in order and not as a standalone - if you haven't read the previous chapters it is suggested that you go back to Chapter 1 and start from there. Enjoy!

******

Sunlight, rather than the maid, woke Vivian. For a moment she felt panicked and sat bolt upright, thinking that she was late for the Practicum and that Mrs. Banks would be using the dreaded hairbrush on her that evening, and then she remembered that it was Saturday and she did not need to worry about the Practicum. How very strange. Falling back onto her pillow she let her pounding heart slow as she wondered why the teachers allowed them to have two days off from the Practicum. After all, once the students were married and had their own households to run they would not receive any such break from their duties. 

Then again, they would be able to dictate for themselves when they could rest. Even the most social of the ton had days when they stayed in and were not 'at home' to visitors. That was not an option for the students, of course, as their schedules were dictated by the school and their companions. 

Whatever the reason, Vivian relished the extra sleep that she had gotten and the knowledge that today she did not need to worry about mistakes or a nightly punishment. The strangest emotion went through her at that thought, something almost like regret, and she frowned. How silly. Of course she was looking forward to an evening without a spanking. 

Deciding that it would be a waste to spend the day in bed, no matter how delightful the idea seemed, Vivian forced herself to get up and ring for the maid. 

An hour later, her face and neck scrubbed, fiery copper tresses pinned in place, and wearing a mint green day dress, Vivian went to break her fast. The main dining room was mostly empty; she had slept past the time when the majority of the school had already gone to bed. As she sat eating her eggs and kippers, Mrs. Banks walked into the room and headed straight for her. Vivian smiled and stood as her companion approached, brushing the wrinkles from her skirt. 

The green highlighted her complexion very nicely, making her look every inch a demure young woman. No one looking at her would ever guess that she spent her evenings being spanked for mistakes made during the day or that she would secretly even enjoy such a thing. Not all of it, of course, but some of it. Especially the writhing pleasure that Mrs. Banks would bring to her following it. Although Vivian no longer blushed when she looked at her companion, she had become used to pushing her activities in the evening from her mind during the day. 

"Good morning Mrs. Banks."

"Good morning Miss Stafford, I trust you slept well?" 

"Very well, thank you Mrs. Banks."

"I have some mail for you," Mrs. Banks said, handing over the letters she was holding. One was quite large and the other much smaller. Vivian's green eyes lit up as she recognized the seal on the larger one - it was a packet of letters from her family. Seeing her charge's excitement, Mrs. Banks smiled warmly at her. "Enjoy your day off, Miss Stafford. And don't forget what I said about studying with the other girls."

"Thank you Mrs. Banks," Vivian said with a small curtsy, eager to read her family's letters although she reigned in her impatience as she did not want to be rude. 

As soon as the companion turned and walked away, Vivian sat down eagerly; she put the smaller envelope to the side as she ripped open the larger, bulkier one. Several letters tumbled out, all from different members of her family. She reached for the one with the heavier, blockier handwriting first, recognizing it as her father's.

Homesickness welled over Vivian as she read through the letters. It was always harder when she heard from all the members of her family, but at the same time she could tell that things had become even better for them since she began her marriage training. Was it a coincidence or not? 

While her father and mother were circumspect and didn't come out and say that financially their lives had improved yet again, she could tell anyway from the description of their activities and their talk about getting her brother Alastair ready for Eton. His letter and her youngest sister's, Rose's, were the shortest, both talking of the new ponies that they'd gotten. Persephone's letter was the most revealing, as she had always been the most outspoken of the Baron's daughters and was old enough to realize that something had changed. Vivian wondered if her father had read Persephone's letter before sending it, because she was quite forthright in describing the various changes around the household. 

The ponies are the least of it; it seems as though every week Father is bringing home a new toy for Alastair and Mother took Rose and I to the seamstress this week and ordered us entirely new wardrobes! After so many years of wearing your cast offs I must admit it felt wonderful to be measured for my own dresses and be able to choose the colors and styles. The library is filled with books again, all the empty shelves replenished, and Mother's wearing her emeralds again. I must admit, I didn't even notice they were gone for so long until she was suddenly wearing them again; her fingers stroke the necklace constantly, as if she's afraid they might disappear as suddenly as they returned.

Father does not say much about where such a windfall comes from, but he has mentioned that your future husband's generosity is partly to thank. I was surprised that you have not written me of your betrothal, but I suppose you must be very busy with your studies. I hope that perhaps next year I might be able to go to Mrs. Cunningham's if an Earl is the type of husband one can expect at the end of it! When you are able to write you must tell me more about your studies and your future husband!

Love,

Persephone

Vivian sighed as she put down her sister's letter, fingers sliding over the elegant script. Would her parents send Persephone to Mrs. Cunningham's as well? If so, she hoped that she would be one of the regular girls and not like Vivian. She couldn't see her sister allowing anyone to spank her; out of the three sisters Persephone had always been the leader, the loud one, the instigator. Vivian was the good child, the example, the perfect lady. So far Rose hadn't shown what kind of woman she'd be, she was so quiet that one might think she had nothing to say, but in actuality was quite intelligent and just preferred listening to others for all the things she might learn. When she did speak, she often rendered others speechless. 

The letter had also reminded Vivian how very little she knew about the Earl. How on earth could she respond to Persephone when she could barely remember meeting the man and still had no idea why he had chosen her as his wife? Anything she might be able to tell Persephone, her sister already knew. Obviously he was wealthy and generous - to her family at least. He wanted his wife trained in her household duties as well as the things that were done to her at night, and according to Mrs. Banks he would spank her as a punishment when he deemed it necessary. That was certainly not something she could share with her sister. Neither could she tell her sister about the incredible climaxes or the humiliating exams. 

So what could she say?

As she pondered the question, her eyes fell upon the smaller letter that Mrs. Banks had handed to her. Curious, she picked it up. She didn't recognize the seal in the red wax or the sharp, bold handwriting that had written out her name and the school's address. The frank mark was from London.

There was only one person she could think of that might write her here, and she found herself filled with a wild hope that her suspicion was correct, curiosity and a sense of trepidation. Voices at the entrance to the room made her look up. Some students were coming in for an early lunch, laughing and joking with each other. Feeling a sudden need for privacy, Vivian gathered up the letters from her family and put them back into their envelope before she stood again, tucking the letter that she supposed to be from the Earl in along with the others, before exiting the dining room.

******

Since it was a lovely day out, and Vivian had always felt quite comfortable outdoors, she escaped into the sunshine in search of a place to read. Avoiding the gardens, which were full of young ladies strolling about, Vivian walked down to the trees near the pond, settling herself in at the base of a trunk so that she could enjoy the warm air without having the sun touch her skin. 

Pulling the letter back out of the envelope, she studied the seal it had been closed with. The imprint in the red wax was quite crisp, showing the outline of a rearing stag with very threatening looking antlers. Vivian ran her finger over the bumpy surface before bringing the letter to her nose to see if any scent clung to the paper. Perhaps the faintest whiff of something, but nothing that she could define. 

Carefully she pulled the seal upwards, making sure to keep it intact. When she was younger she used to collect the more interesting seals from letters that her parents received. The collection was still in her room at home. She would add this one to it after she finished her time at Mrs. Cunningham's School. 

Her breath caught in her throat as she opened the letter and the signature jumped out at her. The letter itself was quite brief and to the point, certainly nothing that should make her feel strangely excited and anxious, but that was her reaction.

My dear Vivian,

I hope you do not mind my familiarity, but as we are to be wed I see no reason to stand on ceremony in something as simple as a letter's salutation. Due to the school's regulations we will not be able to meet again until next month, but I assure you that I eagerly anticipate the day. Indeed, I have thought of you very often since we first met at your cousin's wedding and I found myself too impatient to wait another month before having any contact with you at all, considering our impending nuptials. Mrs. Banks has written me that you excel at, and show a natural aptitude for, your studies, all of which makes me even more anxious to see you again. I look forward to our next meeting, and in the meantime will continue to think of you and render what assistance I can to your family so that you may rest assured of their well-being during your time at school. 

Yours With Great Affection,

Gabriel Cecil Earl of Cranborne

She read the letter five times in a row before she rested it on her lap, her thoughts whirling. It wasn't the most romantic letter she'd ever read and yet it set her heart fluttering. Vainly she tried to remember more of the Earl, but all she could recollect was the impression of a man with dark hair. A man who was older than her and she'd been too excited by the day to focus on any of the details about him. But apparently he remembered her. 

Well enough to want to marry her.

The thought was a little frightening. What if it turned out she didn't measure up to his memory or his expectations? What would that mean for her family? Biting her lip, Vivian re-read the letter for a sixth time. It seemed to imply that he would meet her next month. Then she would finally have a face to set to her fantasies. 

Vivian spent the early afternoon with the other students involved in the Practicum. They compared notes and gave each other suggestions, something that they hadn't done during the week because by the time they were eating dinner together they wanted to think about anything other than their activities during the day. She found herself listening more than giving advice, but was content with that as she knew the others were coming to the Practicum with more hands-on experience than herself. 

During the latter part of the afternoon she retreated to the library. At first she'd tried to read the latest Gothic novel by Mrs. Radcliffe, thinking to read something exciting and silly, but her mind kept wandering at the description of the hero with his dark hair and smoldering eyes. Eventually she put the book down and found a history on the Roman Empire, a time period that she'd always been interested in, and engaged her mind in that instead. Without classes and the Practicum the hours seemed to drag by.

It wasn't until after dinner that she realized she was feeling almost despondent over the lack of a disciplinary session that evening. Instead her time just stretched on until she retired, leaving her feeling restless and unsatisfied. The change in her routine combined with the lack of an orgasm before bedtime meant an uneasy night. She was full of energy that she hadn't expended and her body had become used to achieving a satisfying climax before sleeping.

The sensation was akin to an itch that she couldn't scratch. Rubbing her thighs together only provided so much relief to her loins. When she finally fell into an uneasy slumber her dreams were filled with fleeting erotic images; herself bent over Mrs. Banks' lap, herself bent over an unknown man's lap, Dr. Monroe sliding various instruments into the openings of her body, the hot burning between her legs and on her bottom that a spanking produced... in her dreams the spankings weren't painful at all. All they did was arouse her.

She woke the next morning feeling tired and cranky. When the maid helped her dress it was all Vivian could do to keep from moaning as the silk slid against her breasts and nipples, the little buds turning hard and achy. The whisper of fabric between her legs just made her want to rub her thighs together some more, even though she already knew it was useless. Perhaps it wasn't that she needed the spanking so much as she needed the release that always followed it, but right now she almost felt as if she would welcome either. 

What had happened to her body to make her this way? Had her marital training already changed her so much? Was this what it meant to be a woman and a wife instead of a miss? 

Frustrated and physically restless, after the Sunday church service Vivian summoned the maid again and changed into her riding clothes. She was a decent rider and she spent the afternoon trying to work off the excess energy that came from her sexual frustration. Of course, she didn't know what that was, only that her body itched and throbbed. Riding didn't truly help, however, as the side saddle rubbed her almost where she wanted to be touched, but not quite. The sensations that her rocking motions and near contact with the saddle in the location of her most sensitive areas were driving her quite wild.

Her preoccupation was such that she had no idea her every move was being watched and reported. 

******

Mrs. Cunningham tapped her ink pen against her desk. "She's quite remarkable really, to have held out for this long. Or perhaps it's a lack of creativity on her part."

"Miss Stafford has already proved herself to be rather remarkable in many ways," Mrs. Banks said with a smile. "Personally I thought going riding for the afternoon was inspired."

"It would be more useful to her if she could ride like a man," Mrs. Cunningham said. "She looked quite frustrated when she came in." The ladies had spent the last hour discussing Miss Stafford's training and their plans for her this week. Of course that partially depended on the student herself, and whether she would react to the lack of stimulation over the weekend the way so many other young women in her position had. 

Only one or two others had ever gone through the weekend without trying to bring themselves to climax, as Mrs. Cunningham remembered, and neither of them had been as sexually responsive as Miss Stafford. Indeed, both of those young women had needed extra training in order to awaken their bodies to sexual pleasures. She had personally bet upon Miss Stafford reaching her limit sometime yesterday. In fact, she'd taken part of the watch on Miss Stafford's room last night, sure that the young woman would try to touch herself before bed, but no matter how restless Miss Stafford had become, she had not attempted to indulge. 

"Molly is watching her now," Mrs. Banks said. "We shall know soon enough."

******

After dinner Vivian went back to the privacy of her own room, not having the patience to interact with the other young ladies of the school. She knew very well that she wasn't fit for company, not when she could barely concentrate on what anyone around her was saying and all she wanted was to get through the day and to tomorrow evening when her normal routine would commence.

Normal since she'd started her Marriage Training that is.

Knowing that she wouldn't be rejoining the other students, Vivian called in the maid and stripped out of her clothes as quickly as possible. She allowed the maid to dress her in a night rail, but as soon as the maid left the room she stripped that off too. Her skin felt so incredibly sensitive that she couldn't stand having even the lightest touch of fabric against it. 

How strange, that a few months ago she would have never considered doing something like being completely nude in her room. Now she felt slightly embarrassed and her body tingled as if someone was watching her, she kept an ear out for any kind of footfalls indicating someone coming to her door, but despite all of that she still wanted the clothing off. Even with her reservations, it surprised her to think how much she had changed in such a short period of time.

Only it didn't feel like changing. It felt like undressing, casting off the parts of her that others had covered her with and embracing her true desires. 

And right now she desired to be nude. 

Yet she still couldn't escape the heated arousal of her body. Her nipples were hard in the cool night air, her core felt empty and aching, and her slick feminine lips slid against each other as she walked. Lying down on the bed, on her back, she spread her legs open, moaning a little as the moist, hot flesh met the coolness of the air. With her hair spread out on the white pillow like a scarlet flame, Vivian had no idea how appealingly, innocently erotic she appeared. 

The watcher in the other room stared rather entranced at her long, creamy limbs, that dark copper flash at the junction of her legs, and the pale pink of her nipples and inner cunt lips, bedewed with moisture. Cupping her breasts, Vivian rubbed her fingers over her nipples and gasped. It felt almost as good as when Mrs. Banks had done it. Behind the peephole, her silent watcher stiffened, wondering if she should run and fetch the girl's companion now or wait to be sure.

Looking down at her stiff nipples, Vivian pinched the little buds between her fingers, the expression on her face one of wonderment. She had become so accustomed to her body being manipulated by someone else that she hadn't even though of trying it on her own; although she knew her own ignorance and innocence was to blame she couldn't help but feel a bit foolish for never having considered trying to touch herself in the way that Mrs. Banks had. But then again, why would she? Until a couple of weeks ago she had no idea that these areas of her body could bring her pleasure. A dim memory from childhood of her mother admonishing her not to touch herself between her legs rose - and now Vivian finally understood what her mother didn't want her to do...

But why not? What harm could it have? Unless it might somehow divest her of her innocence, she supposed. She knew that a bride's innocence was of utmost importance to her groom, although she still wasn't entirely sure what "innocence" referred to or how one might lose it. Had she already lost it? 

Surely the school wouldn't rid her of her innocence before her wedding, Vivian thought, which meant that she should be able to touch herself in the same way that Mrs. Banks did without causing any undue damage to her person. Dr. Monroe had emphasized that her maidenhead must be kept intact, she knew that it was located somewhere in her womanhood and she worried for a moment, but as long as she mimicked what Mrs. Banks did to her then no harm could come of that.




Marriage Training Ch. 09



Vivian's hand slid slowly down her stomach and over the wiry curls of her mound, exploring this new area that she had always ignored other than during her private business. She gasped as she found that sensitive little scrap of flesh that Mrs. Banks always teased and rubbed. It was dry, but it still felt good to run her fingers gently over it.

In the other room, the watcher quickly pulled away from the peephole and went running.

Letting her fingers slip between the soft lips of her womanhood, Vivian found the area very wet and slick. It felt strange to her fingers, but her body craved the contact and so she continued to explore the various crevices, moaning softly as she inadvertently teased herself. Curving her fingers, she scooped moisture up to the sensitive nub of her clitoris and her hips bucked as that added moisture made pleasure flare inside of her. 

Closing her eyes, she spread her legs further to give herself better access to this fascinating portion of her body. Her fingers made little circles around that tender spot as her breathing increased, breasts heaving as she touched herself and began to walk her own pathway to pleasure. 

When the door to her bedroom slammed open it was a shock, followed swiftly by embarrassment and horror as Mrs. Banks glared at her from the doorway. Vivian's body had folded up so that she was seated upright, her hands still between her legs, covering her quivering flesh. Her cheeks were still flushed from the sexual excitement she'd roused herself to. She was a picture of guilty pleasure, one which Mrs. Banks had been waiting to see all day.

After so much stimulation during the week, it would have been shocking if Vivian had not tried to explore on her own during the absence of such pleasure over the weekend. Which is why a close watch was always kept on the scholarship students in the case where their future husband preferred that they not be allowed self-pleasure. The Earl wanted complete control over Vivian's pleasure and Mrs. Cunningham had found it more effective, over the years, if students were allowed to begin to explore and then be caught and punished rather than giving them the idea by warning them against it and then having them sneak around to try it. The shock of being caught and the immediate reinforcement that their activities were not condoned worked as a much stronger preventive measure for the future. 

"M-m-m-mrs. Banks!" Vivian stammered out. Huddled on the bed she knew that she couldn't hide her nakedness, and yet her first instinct was to dive under the covers.

Before she could even make the attempt Mrs. Banks was standing at the bedside, arms crossed over her chest, with the coldest and most forbidding look on her usually attractive face. The blue of her eyes suddenly reminded Vivian of the iciness of Dr. Monroe's, when she was used to seeing Mrs. Banks' eyes warm or at least neutral. 

"Show me your hands," Mrs. Banks ordered, in a voice that had Vivian trembling.

Reluctantly she held out her hands, drawing her legs up closer to her body as she could curl in on herself and disappear. The glossy wetness on her fingertips were obvious evidence of how she had been touching herself. 

"This is unacceptable Miss Stafford," Mrs. Banks said. She looked down at the quivering girl and felt a slight hint of pity, but she knew that this was necessary. It would make things easier on Vivian in the end if she accepted immediately that she should not touch herself, that her pleasure did not belong to her. The punishment would also provide a useful barometer for how much pain the young woman would find pleasurable. "You must never touch yourself in such a manner without the express permission of your future husband."

"I-I-I'm sorry I didn't know!"

Despite her ignorance, Vivian felt horrified at having transgressed. She felt that deep down she should have realized that it was not a permissible activity, after all she'd had to talk herself into even trying. 

The look that Mrs. Banks gave her now held a tinge of sympathy. "I realize that Miss Stafford, but unfortunately you still have to be punished for it, and it's a rather severe punishment. As I've told you, your body now belongs to your husband. It is for him to bring you pleasure or discipline, and you should have never made the attempt on your own."

"Please Mrs. Banks, I won't do it again," she begged, angling her body towards the companion as she pleaded. 

Mrs. Banks shook her head. "No, Miss Stafford, you won't. Now lie on your stomach." The companion had Vivian lift her hips so that she could place two pillows beneath the anxious young woman. Immediately Vivian realized how the pillows helped to lift her body, as if offering up the curves of her buttocks for punishment. She felt tears spark in her eyes at the cool way Mrs. Banks directed her to place her wrists together above her head. 

The disappointment of her companion bit at her. Vivian would much rather face the dreaded hairbrush than this amount of censure from Mrs. Banks! 

The position of her body, with her wrists bound together above her head and then tied to her headboard, her bottom thrust upwards due to the pillows, made her feel especially vulnerable. The tips of her breasts were pressed against the bed sheets, rubbing in a way that felt rather pleasant, but she was too anxious over this new position for punishment and her disappointment in herself to be able to enjoy it. 

Mrs. Banks looked approvingly at her young charge, the pale expanse of creamy skin that had been laid out for her. Unlike previous nights, during which the spankings had reddened Vivian's bottom without having visible lingering effects in the morning - although of course some soreness had remained - tonight's punishment would certainly leave marks. It was part of why her punishment schedule was set the way it was; this week Vivian's evening discipline sessions would be changed so as not to overtax her bottom. 

"Spread your legs wide Miss Stafford. Wider. Wider."

The young woman groaned as she felt her body become completely exposed, her puffy slit opening to reveal its dewy pink center. Even her anxiety and distress hadn't been able to completely dampen her arousal. Mrs. Banks could clearly see the darkening of the copper curls where they had become wet, the slick inner lips, and the tiny nub of Vivian's clitoris peeking out from its hood. The position allowed for an explicit view of Vivian's charms, although of course the main reason for spreading the young woman's legs was to ensure that she could not easily tighten the muscles of her buttocks. It would remain lax and soft, ready for punishment. 

Feeling the loop of rope tightening about one of her ankles, Vivian gasped and tried to pull her leg away, earning a sharp slap to her inner thigh for her pains. 

"Hold still Miss Stafford, this will be much easier on you if I tie you into place."

"Please Mrs. Banks, I won't move," Vivian pleaded, her wrists tugging at the bindings around them. She'd grown accustomed to having her hands bound during a punishment, but the idea of having all four of her limbs secured in place frightened her as much as it excited her. The last time she'd been so restrained had been during her examination, leaving her completely helpless to whatever Mrs. Banks and Dr. Monroe had wanted to do to her body. 

Now she began to fear that something more awful than the hairbrush was in store for her - after all, she had never needed to be tied down for that! Or was this part of her punishment as well. A few fearful tears trickled down her cheeks and onto the soft mattress beneath her as Mrs. Banks secured her other leg, leaving her bound and spread open in the shape of a Y on the bed, her bottom high in the air and ready for its punishment. 

Going back to the door, Mrs. Banks fetched the birch that she had left outside of it. It was the least severe of the birches and canes that were kept on hand for dealing with household staff discipline. The students were not punished with such implements, as they all had higher rank than the staff, but like most well-run households it was common to use a birch or cane when a maid seriously transgressed, rather than going to the trouble of hiring and training a new one. Most of the ton's households were run in a similar manner, although discipline was often handled by the housekeeper or butler rather than the master or mistress of the household. 

This particular birch had been used the evening before on a maid who had snuck out to meet a man and was caught when she tried to sneak back in. That kind of behavior was not tolerated in any household, but especially not at Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School. There were too many impressionable young ladies about. The maid in question had spent the day with red eyes and a red and welted bottom that she wouldn't be able to sit down on for about a week.

Mrs. Banks wasn't going to be nearly as harsh with Vivian, as this was her first birching, but she was certainly going to make an impression on the young woman's backside. This particular point was too important. It was in human nature to try and find a way to rely on oneself, especially for something as personal as sexual pleasure. Vivian must learn to control those urges and to rely on others, specifically her husband, for such satisfaction. Which meant that the consequences for not doing so must be shown to be harsh and immediate. 

Later Vivian would wonder how Mrs. Banks knew to enter the room at that time and it would color all subsequent temptations. She would realize that there was no guarantee that she was not being watched and that she would risk being caught and punished if she were ever to make such an attempt again. 

"Because this is your first time with a birch, I will only be giving you a count of fifteen strokes," said Mrs. Banks. Standing slightly behind Vivian so that she couldn't be seen, and neither could the fearful instrument, only heightened the young woman's anxiety. "If you are caught touching your pussy or seeking to pleasure yourself again, it will be a count of thirty."

Trying to gulp down her sobs, Vivian tugged at the bindings on her wrists, the muscles in her buttocks vainly trying to clench against the upcoming punishment. "Please Mrs. Banks! I didn't know! I won't do it again!"

She squealed, high-pitched, as the birch rod came down across the swell of her buttocks. It hurt so, so much more than the hairbrush, although at least half of her yelp was due to the surprise. Another swish and the branches crashed down across her tender globes, some striking new territory, others crossing the pink streaks that were already appearing on her creamy skin.

More than the actual pain, her fear of the birch was causing her to sob and cry as she stopped struggling and lay across the bed, accepting her punishment. It wasn't as if she had a choice anyway, with the bindings on her wrists and ankles. The skin of her bottom burned as the branches swished and struck, stinging her soft skin and leaving raised marks in tracks across the formerly pristine expanse. 

Mrs. Banks was careful to only bring the birch down on Vivian's bottom, staying away from her lower back and thighs... leaving the option open to spank her thighs this week, since her bottom would be out of commission for the next few days. Unlike the previous punishments that Vivian had received, the physical marks of this punishment would linger over the next few days as more than just a faint soreness in the muscles. Indeed, Vivian's skin was showing beautiful, turning dark pink where the branches of the birch crossed previous welts.

Even more telling, from her position by Vivian's lower side, Mrs. Banks could see the glossy pink interior of Vivian's cunt which was already dripping copious amounts of cream even as she wept. The higher level of pain didn't seem to affect Vivian's arousal at all, other than to encourage it. 

She was naturally a masochist, and the training that she'd received thus far had only served to further solidify the alliance between pain and pleasure in her mind and body. It was not the intent of the school to harm, but to open new avenues of bliss and erotic satisfaction. Vivian, already having a natural inclination to the heady mixture, was responding quickly and naturally to this stimulation. Although it did nothing to help ease the pain or her sobs of fear and torment, her body responded with sexual anticipation and desire, even more so that it would have without the night spankings and orgasms that she had been subjected to. 

Every pink welt caused her insides to clench, although she was unaware of it, and more fluid to gather on the pink petals of her inner lips. Her nipples rubbed against the sheets beneath her as she bucked against her bonds, not struggling, but unable to remain still as the birch stung and bit at her tender flesh. The buzzing pain had her pleading and promising never to touch herself again. 

Of course she had no way of knowing that this was more than mere punishment, it was a test of how far her training had come and how far it could still go. Mrs. Banks now knew that the pathways of pain and pleasure had joined in Vivian's body, that the sexualized punishment would only arouse her further, despite the severity of it. From this point they could continue the training without conditioning her to the spankings, they could explore her limits and boundaries, and her body would continue to respond with eager desire, despite the severity of the birch or strap or whatever other instrument they might punish her with. 

Laying the last stroke diagonally across Vivian's pink and welted buttocks, Mrs. Banks murmured soothing, comforting words to the sobbing young woman, laying the birch down on the bed beside her and placing her hand on Vivian's inner thigh. 

"Oh!" She gasped through her tears as Mrs. Banks' fingers rubbed against her slick folds. 

Up until this point Vivian had been so engrossed in the stinging, throbbing pain of her poor, welted backside that she hadn't realized her body had responded in any other way. The press of Mrs. Banks' fingers against wet flesh and the surging erotic response in her belly was a shock to the young woman. While she'd become accustomed to feeling pleasure after a spanking, this punishment had been much harsher. 

"Very good, Vivian," Mrs. Banks said, spreading the slick moisture around the young woman's clit, watching as Vivian's bottom tilted upwards as she gasped and shuddered. "Your body loves to be punished. Your husband will be very pleased."

"But why?!" Vivian asked, her voice high and almost frightened in her confusion. The stroking of her sensitive folds felt so good, and yet she could still feel the burning torment of her chastised bottom, as if the very skin was on fire. How could she be feeling two such diverse sensations at the same time? And why would her future husband ben pleased by this strange reaction?

"Because Vivian, sometimes he will want you to enjoy your punishments," Mrs. Banks explained, one of her fingers sliding into the young woman's tight sheathe. "He will enjoy seeing how wet and aroused you become after he punishes you. Your pleasure and your pain will belong to him."

It didn't make any sense to Vivian but she was already too far gone into desperately needing her climax to care. The pleasure was overcoming the pain, her body craving the release it had become accustomed to, the desire that had driven her to touch herself was welling up inside of her again. Vivian's pink-streaked cheeks rose and fell, rubbing herself against Mrs. Banks' fingers, tightening around the older woman's single digit as it probed her inner muscles. 

"Oh please!" she cried out, arching, as Mrs. Banks' thumb pressed her little button.

The companion laid her free hand across Vivian's bottom, searing heat lancing through the younger woman, a fresh bite of pain sinking into her and sending her surging into violent orgasm. She screamed with the exquisite burn as her body spasmed, her limbs tugging at her restraints as she rode Mrs. Banks' fingers to higher and higher levels of ecstasy. The rubbing hand over the afflicted areas of her buttocks sent pulsing veins of distress through the throes of ecstasy, sharp sensations which melded and bubbled in the waves of her climax. 

She sobbed fresh tears, of overwhelmed rapture, as her clitoris was rubbed and pressed, until she slumped, all of the tension drained from her. Every part of her seemed to tingle and quiver; she whimpered as she felt the finger inside of her withdraw from her aching pussy. 

As the pleasure receded and Mrs. Banks began to undo her bindings, Vivian could already feel the black edges of sleep drawing closer, exhaustion making her limbs heavy despite the deep ache of her welted backside. She was barely aware of Mrs. Banks smoothing a balm over the skin of her blistered bottom; it would help her to heal and allow her to sleep, although she would still feel and see the aftereffects of her punishment in the morning. 

Mrs. Banks tucked her charge in, wiping away the tear tracks on Vivian's face with a handkerchief that she kept tucked in her pocket. A feeling of pride swelled in the older woman's breast. Her student had handled the punishment very well, she was right on track as far as the school's curriculum was concerned. And the Earl would be very pleased that his future bride's inclinations were so in line with his own.

At this point in the training there was always the possibility that the young woman was not ready for, and perhaps had no natural inclination, towards enjoying the harsher punishments. Then a discussion must be had to either find the young woman a new husband whose tastes did not run quite so severe or taking more time to accustom her to the training if she showed some natural inclination but was not ready for this portion of the training yet. Vivian not only had the natural inclination, she was obviously more than ready to move forward with her training and be introduced to the full array of disciplinary measures to which her husband would enjoy with her.

The Earl of Cranborne would be very pleased with the report that Mrs. Banks was going to write this evening. Very pleased indeed.



Marriage Training Ch. 10



Author's Note: This is not meant to be read as a stand-alone, it's recommended that if you haven't read the previous chapters that you do so before reading this one.

Enjoy! 

******

Monday morning Vivian woke with a whimper as she accidentally rolled onto her back, immediately shifting her position back to her side as the maid gently shook her shoulder. She groaned as the aches of her body made themselves known. 

"Gently miss," the maid said, turning Vivian onto her stomach. "I've got some nice salve here from Dr. Monroe which should help you."

The humiliation of knowing that the maid knew exactly what was ailing Vivian was only somewhat soothed by the application of the cooling salve onto the hot flesh of her bottom. This was the first time that she'd woken with more than just a general sore ache and she knew from the gentle fingers of the maid and the woman's sympathetic comments that, for the first time, she had physical markings leftover from the punishment. Clutching at the pillow as the maid's fingers glided over a particularly painful welt, Vivian fervently wished she hadn't been so bold as to try and pleasure herself. It seemed that even after others had touched her there, her mother's strictures that a young lady never touched herself between her legs except as absolutely necessary still held true.

Only fear of the hairbrush on her already welted bottom spurred Vivian to meeting the other students on time. It was the closest she'd come to being late in days however. She'd wanted to see her bottom in the mirror and had been strangely fascinated by the criss-crossing welted pattern on her usually creamy skin. If the maid hadn't gotten her moving, she might have stood there for hours examining the markings and gingerly stroking them. Touching them reignited some of the heat and sting which made her body respond in ways that she certainly wasn't going to indulge, not now that she knew the awful punishment for it. She didn't even want to consider how Mrs. Banks might make something like a birching worse in the case of a second offense. 

But she almost glowed with the approval that she saw in her companion's eyes when she arrived in the foray on time. That approval had to see her through the rest of the day, which was a rather uncomfortable one. While she'd noted that the carriage ride was not always easy to take after a particularly harsh spanking, today it was an especial torment. Fortunately the chairs and couches in the Practicum House were well cushioned, but even with the softest cushions she could still feel the delicate skin of her bottom rubbing against the fabric of her drawers. It teased and tormented, stinging and sparking... she stood as much as possible to give her body relief from the sore ache and the nettling burning as well as the subsequent kindling of her body's erotic need.

Still, she winced every time she saw Mrs. Banks writing in her notebook. The upcoming evening was haunting Vivian's mind every time she made the slightest mistake, whether it was dripping a tiny drop of gooseberry jam during tea or accidentally missing Lord and Lady Rathbourne from the invitations she wrote out, despite the fact that they were clearly on her list. While the slight touches of her poor bottom might awaken other desires, she couldn't imagine bearing a spanking on top of the injuries she already had. 

Was such a harsh punishment something her future husband would actually want? And why was the heavy feeling of dread in her stomach interlaced with something very close to anticipatory excitement?

******

After a day at the Practicum, Mrs. Banks spent her dinnertime on her own rather than in the main dining room, working on her curriculum for Miss Stafford. Although, of course, there was a basic curriculum for each student, which had been modified to Miss Stafford in particular, there was always room for more modification and Mrs. Banks was a perfectionist. She liked to have the privacy and quiet of her room, as well as a good meal, to mull things over. A lot of what she would do this week had hinged on how well Vivian handled the Practicum today.

And she'd handled it very well indeed. 

So well, in fact, that Mrs. Banks was beginning to become a bit worried. Mrs. Cunningham wanted Mrs. Banks to have more time with Miss Stafford before the Earl became a part of training, but he was remaining adamant on the subject. There was just one thing that was making the women worry about his inclusion in two weeks. They needed Vivian to rebel in some way before the Earl was introduced to her point of studies. The incident over the weekend hadn't exactly been a rebellion, although Vivian had probably realized that she was doing something unsanctioned... but she did not want Vivian's first rebellion and the subsequent consequences to happen after the Earl's inclusion. That would only cause friction between the couple, something which Mrs. Banks preferred to avoid. 

The first instance of rebellion was always swiftly put down with a harsh and severe punishment. After that, the student always went either one of two ways: consistent rebellion until it had been demonstrated that the school was more stubborn than the student or a long period until the next rebellion. Either way, if the first time coincided with the inclusion of the Earl in Vivian's training, it would make it harder for them to bond in the way that they needed to. If Vivian were to react with subsequent immediate rebellions – a response which would truly surprise Mrs. Banks considering her natural inclinations – those would need to be dealt with beforehand as well. Although Mrs. Banks thought it much more likely that Vivian would rebel and then not do so again unless pushed. 

But if that first rebellion didn't occur until after the Earl began to be part of her training, it could seriously damage building up the trust and submission that would need to be imparted to him. Which meant that Mrs. Banks was going to have to begin pushing Vivian this week. Not tonight, or even tomorrow... Vivian needed a chance to heal. But starting on Wednesday. They would skip the examination with Dr. Monroe, which would throw the young woman off... change the disciplinary instrument again... and oh yes. 

Mrs. Banks' lips curved in an anticipatory smile that would have made Vivian shiver if she'd seen it. The companion knew exactly what she was going to do.

******

After dinner Vivian retreated immediately to her room. Not just because her bottom was sore and aching after sitting on the hard bench in the main dining hall, but because she had yet to really be able to examine what the formerly smooth cheeks of her bottom looked like. And she was craving some time to herself before the evening's punishment.

Stripping down to nothing but her chemise, she lifted the hem of the gossamer fabric and turned her backside to the mirror. Staring almost in awe at the pink streaks across the creamy expanse of her bottom, she held her chemise with one hand while she ran her other over the healing welts. They were slightly raised and sore to the touch, making her wince.

And yet that little bit of soreness, that reminder of the pain she'd endured the evening before, immediately made the area between her legs begin to tingle. She could feel that the lips of her private area were becoming wet as she touched and traced the ridges on her bottom. Little tremors shivered through her body in response to the delicate touch of her fingers.

Biting her lower lip, Vivian gave the side of her bottom a small smack, stifling the yelp. The immediate burn convinced her that tonight's discipline was going to be awful. The skin of her bottom, even that which was pale and normally colored, was ten times more sensitive than usual, and the one welt that she'd made contact with throbbed. How could she possibly stand it?

The growing wetness between her legs said that one part of her body didn't mind the idea.

Vivian was beginning to despair of that part of her body, however. It seemed to respond in the same way no matter the provocation. Of course she couldn't deny that the pleasure which followed her punishments was intensely satisfying, wonderfully rapturous, but it certainly didn't make the punishment that preceded it any less painful or easier to bear. It was just an inexplicable reaction. 

The idea that her husband would want to do this to her was just as inexplicable. Wasn't it? 

Or would it, inexplicably, cause in him a similar reaction to hers? But how could that be? 

For the first time, Vivian wondered if Mrs. Banks received some kind of amorphous pleasure from the nightly punishment sessions. Although it might have had something to do with something Mrs. Banks had said when she was birching Vivian - that her husband would have the power over Vivian and her pain and pleasure. 

Two emotions warred within her as she thought that over. It didn't seem fair that someone else would have such power over her body, and yet she couldn't deny that the very idea made her body tingle even more. Was there something wrong with her, she wondered, or were other women like this as well?

She jumped as the door behind her opened, spinning around guiltily with her hands in the air. Mrs. Banks stood in the doorway, her sharp blue eyes latching onto her student immediately. Vivian gulped, she hadn't realized how long she'd been standing in front of the mirror, examining herself and thinking.

"I wasn't... I wasn't..." Vivian stammered out as she dropped her chemise down, thin shield though it was. She blushed. "I just wanted to see..."

To her surprise Mrs. Banks gave her a reassuring smile. "I understand, that's perfectly natural."

Relieved that she hadn't garnered herself additional punishment, Vivian visibly sagged. Gratitude suffused her. She moved to pick up her dress, but Mrs. Banks stopped her.

"Sit in your punishment chair," she directed. "We'll go over your mistakes as you are."

Gingerly Vivian lowered herself onto the hard wooden seat, her poor bottom protesting and her anxiety ratcheted up as she wondered how she could possible handle another spanking on her poor, abused cheeks. Mrs. Banks smiled again, seeing that Vivian was already a bit confused by the change, especially as she had once been spanked for undressing before her lecture, but what Vivian needed to learn now was that someone else would set the rules. And Vivian would follow, even if the new rule contradicted a previous one. 

Besides, she knew very well that the Earl would probably appreciate a sight such as this. The flimsy fabric of Vivian's chemise did nothing to obscure the pink of her nipples or the copper of her muff, the hem rested gently on her very upper thighs, leaving her legs basically completely uncovered. The innocent white fabric was both appealing in appearance and completely useless as a true cover.

As Mrs. Banks recited the list of transgressions, she watched as Vivian shifted back and forth uncomfortably in her seat. She knew that the young woman's welts must be pressing against the unforgiving wood, making it impossible for her to sit comfortably. And it invited the perfect opportunity to begin testing Vivian's submissiveness and attempting to provoke a more rebellious response. Not that she thought the young woman would respond as such today, but it would be the first of many building blocks towards that goal. 

"And for constant fidgeting, two extra strokes." Mrs. Banks peered repressively at Vivian over her notes. 

Shocked, Vivian immediately stilled, realizing that she was definitely guilty of the accused fidgeting. At the same time a protest surged through her and almost fell from her lips before she bit it back. While she was certainly guilty of fidgeting, she hadn't realized that anything she did now was something she could be punished for! If she had known she would have watched her movements better, it wasn't fair!

Still, the words died on her tongue when she saw the look in Mrs. Banks' sharp eyes and realized her companion was just waiting for Vivian to speak out against the extra discipline. That her companion could read her so well made Vivian shrink into herself a little bit before sitting back up straight. Her bottom was feeling increasingly sore the longer she sat on the hard seat. 

After a long moment to ensure that Vivian wasn't going to protest, as Mrs. Banks had expected she wouldn't, she had the young woman stand and take off the chemise, leaving her body completely bare and vulnerable. The hardened nubs of her nipples belied her anxious looks and obvious reluctance to proceed with the discipline. The companion knew that if she tested Vivian's quim, she would find it slick and wet in anticipation. 

Tying Vivian's wrists behind her back, the companion then gave her a surprising order. "Sit down."

Vivian was finding that there was nothing that she disliked more than a change to her routine. It was disconcerting and frightening. But she didn't protest. Instead she meekly sat down in the punishment chair, hissing as her bottom landed a little harder without her hands to help her do so. 

Crossing around behind her, Mrs. Banks used a second length of silk to secure Vivian's bound wrists to the chair back. The position thrust the young woman's breasts forwards, rendering it extremely uncomfortable to try and hunch her shoulders. The rosy tips of her nipples pressed out even further, as if offering themselves up. 

"Lovely," Mrs. Banks said as she circled around to Vivian's front.

The realization that she was tied to the punishment chair, with her bottom firmly planted on its seat, wound Vivian's anxiety up to almost unparalleled heights. She hadn't felt so vulnerable and uncertain since her very first examination under Dr. Monroe's untender care. The fear and uncertainty on Vivian's face only added to her erotic appeal, that kind of tremorous agitation was like an aphrodisiac to men of the Earl's character; Mrs. Banks recognized its worth. Vivian clung to her routine and anything out of the ordinary pushed at her, discomposed her. It was something that had been noted early on and was now being used. 

Retrieving the small leather whip from her pocket, Mrs. Banks held it up in front of her so that Vivian could see the delicate creation. Not every nobleman using the school to train his wife desired such measures; many preferred their discipline to be focused upon a young woman's bottom. In such cases, with a freshly welted bottom like Vivian's, that usually meant that the next few days of punishment would be applied to backs of the young lady's thighs, a supremely sensitive area. That would have been the case for Vivian as well if it hadn't been for Mrs. Banks' need to push her charge into a rebellion sooner rather than later and for the Earl's preferences. She'd decided to use those preferences, and the instrument she currently held in her hand, to add pressure to her student.

The whip was made of soft leather strands, each about ten inches long, and had been provided by the Earl himself. Depending on how it was wielded, the strands could caress or sting. It was not a whip meant for a young woman's buttocks, which could take quite a bit of punishment without any ill effects, but for more delicate areas. 

Vivian stared at the whip as if it were a many-headed snake, her mouth going dry as she tried to imagine what was about to happen. 

"You have a total of twenty-eight strokes, so I will do fourteen on each side," Mrs. Banks said, shifting herself slightly so that she was well out of the way of Vivian's feet. While she didn't think the young woman would purposefully kick her, there was no telling how she might react to this change in punishment. 

The whip slapped against Vivian's right breast as she drew in a shocked breath; the many strands snapping against tender skin. Most didn't truly hurt except for the strand that landed directly across her nipple, biting into the especially sensitive flesh and causing it to pucker even more. 

"One."

Before Vivian had time to do more than gasp with the shock, another stroke landed across her breast. This time no strands hit her nipple, but instead landed on her puffy areola. The gasping cry and Vivian's arched back as she tried to escape this strange new area of pain only made it seem as though she was thrusting her breast out to ask for more. 

"Two."

Stroke after stroke of the whip snapped against her skin, placing another layer of impact... and with each layer the painful sensation grew. Her skin pinkened, becoming more sensitive as the soft strands of the whip bit into it. Every time a strand licked across her poor nipple she cried out. The blows were not nearly as hard as the ones Mrs. Banks applied to her poor bottom, but they stung and burned in a completely different way.

To add to her distress, the inevitable squirming was inflaming the welts across her buttocks, adding to the sting and making it seem as though the erotic pain was flowing into her from more than one direction. 

"Eight."

Vivian whimpered. The accumulated strokes were taking their toll; her whole breast felt like it was on fire, her nipple the hot center. She was almost ready to beg Mrs. Banks to stop, but at the same time she knew such a plea was useless... and she was too afraid that Mrs. Banks might switch her assault to Vivian's bottom which was already sore from the hard seat of the chair and her incessant squirming. Every time leather snapped across her nipple her legs would kick out in front of her, which only put more weight on her poor cheeks. 

When Mrs. Banks reached ten she paused for a moment, and Vivian lifted her tear-filled green eyes in hopes of a reprieve. Instead the companion stepped forward, a cool and neutral expression on her face, and pinched Vivian's tender nipple between her fingers. 

"Ouch! Mrs. Banks... oh please!!!"

Using the tiny nubbin, which had turned a reddish color rather than its normal pale pink hue under the lash of the whip, Mrs. Banks lifted the curve of Vivian's breast. Her fingers' tight grip on the tiny bud sent shock waves of alternating pain and pleasure through Vivian's body, making her gasp and thrust her breasts forward again in hopes of relieving the pressure. She could feel the heavy mound of her breast lifting - for what purpose she couldn't imagine but was about to discover.

Careful to avoid hitting Vivian's thigh, Mrs. Banks flicked her wrist and the strands of the whip snapped upwards against the sensitive underside of her breast. It was the one part of her breast which, till this point, had gone largely unmarked. 

"Eleven."

With a yelp, Vivian's head fell backwards, her eyes closing as the whip stung her anew. It was only four lashes to that tender underside, her nipple throbbing in the tight confines of Mrs. Banks' fingers, before the companion dropped her breast and allowed it to wobble back into its normal place.

Two tears trickled down Vivian's cheeks, one on each side, and splashed down to her chest, over her breasts. One was unmarked, creamy with a pink nipple of pale rose, the other was streaked with lines of pink and the nipple was darkened and angry looking. It looked and felt like a ripe cherry about to burst.

She moaned as Mrs. Banks switched sides. 

The strands lifted, flew threw the air, and snapped against tender unmarked flesh. The new sting and added burden had the tears beginning to flow down Vivian's cheeks to land on her tormented breasts. The dance began all over again, her flesh jiggling, her bottom pressing against the unforgiving seat, her legs kicking as her formerly untouched nipple was lashed and ripened. Throughout, Mrs. Banks voice intoned after each stroke, counting her way to ten.

The pinch and lift of her nipple was almost welcome, a kind of marker for the last stretch of her punishment. 




Marriage Training Ch. 10



When it was done, Vivian's head hung down, her eyes closed. The twin peaks of her breasts were now matched, the formerly ivory skin turned a darker rose, her nipples cherry red... it was fine work. 

A hand landed on Vivian's thigh, softly, gently. With a moan of utter humiliation, Vivian obeyed as a finger tapped on the soft inner skin, spreading her legs just enough for the hand to slip in, for fingers to search and discover. She was soaking wet.  

The tie that secured her to the chair was undone.

"On your knees, Vivian," Mrs. Banks said gently, helping her down. Standing before her, Mrs. Banks slipped her fingers into Vivian's mouth. They had only the faintest taste of her musky juices on them. Pushing them deep between Vivian's lips, Mrs. Banks teased the back of the young woman's throat. With her face tilted back, cheeks streaked with tears, she looked satisfactorily penitent. Beneath that was the erotic sight of her punished breasts, the marked skin and irritated nipples. The position also allowed Mrs. Banks' fingers to delve deeper without the young woman gagging.

She let Vivian's tongue play over her fingers for several long minutes, thinking to herself that it was almost time for the next step in this part of Vivian's training. Not tonight, however. She'd already pushed Vivian enough for this evening, tomorrow would bring more changes and she was quite sure that Wednesday was the evening that she would be able to crack the young woman's control. After all, Mrs. Banks had years more experience in this kind of thing than Vivian, and the passionate redhead had already shown that she was quite addicted to having a daily orgasm. 

After a suitable length of time, Mrs. Banks removed her fingers from Vivian's mouth. Relieved, Vivian ran her tongue around the backs of her teeth; after a while the constant stimulation that Mrs. Banks encouraged became rather wearying. It seemed as though she had Vivian suckling for a little longer every evening. 

"Up we go," Mrs. Banks said, leading an almost stumbling Vivian to the bed. "Bend over now dear."

Vivian moaned as she was bent over the bed, partly in fear that her welted bottom was about to receive an unanticipated punishment and partly because her breasts felt even more sore as they pressed against the covers. The sensitive skin burned anew as her breasts were crushed between the bed and herself, her nipples throbbing again as they were pushed into the bed. 

"Spread your legs."

The air against the inner lips of Vivian's pussy was cool against the hot, wet skin. She whimpered as she felt slick fingers press against the tiny rosebud of her anus; Mrs. Banks had taken the time to lubricate two of them while Vivian was squirming and trying to find a comfortable position for her punished breasts. Inserting both simultaneously into Vivian's tight little rear, she smiled as she listened to the young woman gasp and moan. The grasping ridged entrance was very tight but it gave way easily in this position; with her legs spread the way they were it was very difficult for Vivian to clench her buttocks with any strength.

The channel burned inside as Mrs. Banks' fingers pressed inwards, her other hand rubbing gently over Vivian's welts and reawakening the sensitive nerves in her skin. The slick press of her fingers invading and retreating felt almost good by comparison, even though the stretch of her rectum was hot and tingly. 

"Does it hurt Vivian?"

"A little," she said back, panting as Mrs. Banks twisted her fingers back and forth in circular motions. The sensation was incredibly strange and yet very erotic. The more Mrs. Banks plundered her backside, the wetter Vivian's pussy became.

As if to prove that Vivian was enjoying the discomfort of her sexual organs, Mrs. Banks pressed her free fingers against the little nubbin of Vivian's clitoris, rubbing it gently. 

"How about now?"

Vivian could only moan as the manipulation of her clit sent waves of needy pleasure washing through her. Part of her loved the punishment, even as she cried out and begged for it to stop, and the moment any kind of pleasurable sensations began to mix with the pain it was like a jolt of lightening to her pussy. Immediately her confused senses began to spiral, constricting and releasing. Her inner muscles worked against Mrs. Banks' fingers, tightening down and trying to suck them further inwards.

Despite the strain of having her anus breached, the slick penetration began to feel incredibly good as Mrs. Banks worked her clitoris with increasing speed and intensity. The movements of her body made her sensitive breasts rub against the sheets, her nipples starting to throb for an entirely new reason. It hurt deliciously, her body interpreting it as more pleasure and sending her heart racing faster as Mrs. Banks began to really frig her bottomhole, rubbing her fingers over Vivian's clit. 

With her hands still tied at the small of her back there was nothing Vivian could do but give herself over to the bursts of ecstasy and torment as the erotic pleasure melded with the irritation of her punished parts. Everything burned, everything tightened and tightened and tightened... like a spool of thread that shrank as it wound around. 

A press on her insides in a particular spot and the constricted channel of her asshole tightened even more as Vivian bucked. Her nipples rubbed over the fabric of her sheets and the fire inside of her flared as if another stick had just been thrown on it. She could feel her insides burning, tingling, until the sensation became too much and the inferno burst outwards, a combustion reaction of beautiful rapture that had her writhing and convulsing in ecstasy. 

"Good girl..." From very far away she could hear Mrs. Banks praising her as she cried out in climax. As if she could have done anything else as fingers pinched, twisted, probed and ravaged, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her bound and submissive body. 

It wasn't until Vivian was breathless and practically twitching that Mrs. Banks finally withdrew her fingers from Vivian's bottom hole. The little pink rosebud was slightly darker from all the stimulation, gaping for just a moment before it closed tightly up. The wet juices from her pussy had leaked down to coat the tops of her thighs, which Mrs. Banks very gently cleaned off before untying the silken cord from around Vivian's wrists. Then she applied some more of the salve onto Vivian's welts, which were healing very nicely. Mrs. Banks wanted them almost gone by Wednesday.

Moving required so much effort that her limbs actually trembled with it as Mrs. Banks helped her into bed and tucked her in. The sheets were cool against her warm skin, and yet the fabric felt almost itchy because her breasts and bottom were so sensitized. 

"Mrs. Banks..."

"Yes dear?" The companion stopped and turned back to the bed, her hands folded over each other at the waist. She looked so sedate and elegant that it was almost impossible to believe that she'd just spent the past hour erotically punishing Vivian's breasts and then frigging her to tumultuous orgasm. 

"I'm not sure I understand... why... why my future husband would want... any of this." Vivian blushed. No matter what Mrs. Banks might do to her body, when it came to expressing such acts in words, the ingrained modesty that any Society miss should have took over. 

Smiling, Mrs. Banks stepped forward and caressed the top of Vivian's head. A maternal, comforting gesture that nonetheless did nothing to actually comfort her when she heard the woman's answer. "It is enough that he wishes it."

With that she turned and left. The truth was that in any marital relationship, especially one where the two parties were from such disparate stations as Vivian and the Earl, one would have all the power... and that one was usually the gentleman regardless of station unless the lady's relatives were likely to intervene. But it was a truth that most young ladies didn't have to face until after their wedding. In addition, most of them wouldn't have to face the kinds of activities that Vivian was; they would contend with gambling, mistresses, indifference, a vast age difference or possibly a cruel husband who would use his fists. The Earl didn't gamble, or he wouldn't have been accepted by Mrs. Cunningham for the school, he wouldn't keep a mistress as was evident by his lack of one since he signed the marriage contract, he was obviously very interested in his bride, at an acceptable age and would never be cruel although he would be strict.

While she knew that her words would cause the young woman no end of disquiet, this was in order to ferment the rebellion that Mrs. Banks now thought necessary. And also because the Earl would, indeed, dictate all of this aspect of Vivian's life. While she would manage the household and their social lives, contribute to their standing in society, and have sway over quite a bit of her life, this part would be entirely based upon the Earl's pleasure. Although Vivian could, of course, elicit certain responses based on her behavior, but even then... if he desired to spank Vivian then he would. He didn't need a reason. 

******

Mrs. Banks' description of Vivian's birching had Gabriel wishing that he'd been able to witness the event. Of course he knew that there had been a chance that such a thing might be necessary over the weekend, Mrs. Banks had sent him a letter outlining her plan for that weekend and what the results might be, he hadn't been able to get out of his family and social obligations when there was no telling when the necessary punishment might occur. He also thoroughly enjoyed the idea of a passionate Vivian unable to help overcoming touching herself.

Not that such a thing would be allowed once she was his wife; his need for control was far too great and he recognized that about himself. Although he doubted she would ever need such personal relief; he enjoyed seeing and feeling a woman climax too much. Unless she had done something to merit a lack of orgasms as a punishment she would have plenty with him; but they would be with him and at his behest.

Perhaps he should write to Mrs. Cunningham and set up a time this week for him to visit the school and enjoy watching his future wife's further training. 

******

Tuesday went as much as Monday had, except that this time Vivian was prepared for the whip to her breasts. As prepared as she could be. Her nipples were uncomfortably sensitive all day and felt even more so once her punishment had begun, yet her bottom was feeling almost completely healed. There were only the faintest lines left of her welts, she was amazed at how quickly her body had returned to normal. The whipping of her sensitive breasts and nipples made her wish for the usual spanking – and she didn't even notice that she considered a return to spanking to be a return to normalcy, the routine had become so ingrained in her. 

Afterwards Mrs. Banks presented yet another new trick for the evening; she had a stuffed leather dildo, although of course Vivian didn't recognize what it was. It was about five inches long and about as thick around as two of Mrs. Banks' fingers. The school considered it an implement for training. 

Vivian earned herself that spanking she'd almost been wishing for when she refused to open her mouth for the thing. Mrs. Banks sat on the chair, pulled the unhappy young woman onto her lap and smacked ten hefty swats to her creamy backside. Wailing, Vivian found out very quickly just how sensitive her skin still was, despite the fact that its complexion had almost recovered. The soreness lingered and with the bite from the spanking she found herself burning on bottom and top.

"Now slide this between your lips or it'll be the hairbrush next," Mrs. Banks warned, pushing Vivian back down onto her knees. 

With a little whimper, Vivian accepted the strange thing into her mouth. It tasted like leather and salt, not nearly as pleasant as Mrs. Banks' fingers. The companion moved it back and forth between Vivian's lips, encouraging her, as she always did, to use her tongue and suckle at it. She frowned when she didn't see the cheek movements that indicated Vivian was complying; realizing that Mrs. Banks could somehow tell that she wasn't using her tongue as directed, Vivian reluctantly began to stroke the length of it the way she would Mrs. Banks' fingers.

Rather encouraged by this small rebellion, Mrs. Banks hid her smile as she pumped the dildo back and forth between Vivian's lips. Vivian had no idea that she was subtly being pushed towards a much larger act of disobedience, she only knew that she was feeling distinctly put upon with all these changes to her routine. It made her feel rather anxious. Although part of her enjoyed being out of control when Mrs. Banks tied her wrists and the like, not knowing what was coming her way each evening was causing her some consternation. 

But she also wanted the pleasure, so she sucked on the leather rod until Mrs. Banks told her she could stop and then bent over the bed again while Mrs. Banks fingered her bottom and rubbed her pussy to ravishing orgasm. 

Still, she was feeling decidedly grumpy when she finally drifted off to sleep. 

Just as Mrs. Banks had planned.



Marriage Training Ch. 11



Author's Note: I meant for this chapter to be longer, but I've got a lot going on right now and opted to go for shorter chapter out faster... I'm about halfway through the next chapter and figured ppl would appreciate getting less of the story at a faster rate than waiting. I wanted to get the Earl in this chapter but it just wasn't possible since I shortened it for time's sake... but he'll be in the next one ;) Enjoy!




On Wednesday Vivian did everything almost perfectly. Her sore breasts pressed against the front of her dress, her bottom still stung when she sat down too quickly, but somehow none of it mattered. The grumpy rebelliousness she'd gone to bed with had coalesced as she slept into a narrow focus; she was starting to truly be able to concentrate on her life as it happened rather than anticipating the upcoming night or remembering the night before. Instead she used the lingering soreness, the energy that came from being constantly stimulated by the aftermath of her punishments, as an extra motivation for her daily activities. 

Mrs. Banks approved, especially as Miss Stafford's achievements were setting her up quite wonderfully for Mrs. Banks' plan for the evening. It was probably a rather cruel tactic, but one that should only need to be used once. It was her goal that after the Earl became a part of Vivian's training such manipulation would no longer be necessary and it would give Vivian a proper appreciation for the Earl. After all, one could not understand nor entirely appreciate their good fortune unless they have experienced equally bad fortune.

That morning she had responded to the Earl's request to come and watch another disciplinary session by advising him that she would be introducing Miss Stafford to the harsher forms of discipline over the next week and a half. Indeed, she expected that either this evening or tomorrow evening would be the most severe that Vivian would experience. 

******

The girls enjoyed their dinner immensely. Vivian wasn't the only one who had done well during the day and they were all flush with the glow of victory. 

"We've all been doing brilliantly," Marianne said happily, beaming around the table at all of them. "I'd been dreading making my debut before Mama sent me here, I feel much more confident about my prospects now."

"Mrs. Billings said I'm sure to make a good match of it," Winifred said, pointing her haughty nose in the air, but even she had a smile on her face. While they might not all rub along perfectly personality wise, the Practicum was drawing them together as a group; they had to depend upon each other for support. The school had found that it was a very useful tool for helping the young ladies make connections that they would rely on during their entrance into Society.

"Most of the young ladies who come from here do," Emily pointed out, ever practical. She smiled at Vivian. "Some of us already have."

Winifred sniffed as Vivian gave Emily a rather weak smile. Of all the things she disliked talking about with her fellow students, her mysterious future husband was near the top of the list. Mostly because they had quite a few more questions than Vivian had answers.

******

Awaiting the arrival of Mrs. Banks to her room, Vivian shifted back and forth on the comfortable seat of her armchair. The soreness in her bottom was completely gone, but she didn't know whether or not her normal punishment would resume this evening because of that or if it would be another punishment to her breasts. Although she knew she hadn't made very many mistakes today she knew that she had made some. There would be some kind of punishment before the pleasure.

Feeling strangely anxious and impatient, Vivian took out the box in which she kept the letters she'd received while at school and re-read the most recent ones. While she'd missed her family the entire time she'd been at school, they had been in the back of her mind more often of late now that she knew how their reversal in fortunes had come about. She still wondered what had made the Earl pick her out of a crowd and wished she could remember better what he looked like. 

Picking up his letter she re-read that as well, drawing her finger across the strong, bold slanting letters. It was her first letter from a gentleman. And a rather confusing one at that. On one hand it suffused her with warmth to know that he was thinking of her often, that she'd made such an impression on him and that he was responsible for removing the financial burden on her family. On the other hand, she keenly felt the necessity of doing all that was pleasing for him in return for that generosity, even though she didn't understand why he might desire some of the things she was being trained in. 

Cupping her breast as she looked over the letter, she winced a little when her thumb rubbed over her nipple. Even through the fabric the poor little nubbin was feeling very sore. Vivian rather hoped that whatever punishment she received this evening, that it would be applied to her bottom. 

When the door opened to admit Mrs. Banks, Vivian carefully returned her letters to their box and placed it back in the drawer of her vanity where she kept it. Eyeing the young woman, Mrs. Banks' hand hovered over the pocket where she was keeping the small tawse that she was going to use on Vivian this evening. It was a smaller example of the type, just barely over half a foot long and three inches wide with one end split into three one inch widths of leather. She knew from the information that the Earl had provided the school that he had several varieties of the implement in varying sizes and lengths. 

As they were more than halfway through Vivian's first month of training, it was time to introduce her to some of the tools of the trade which she might find her bottom chastised with. More than that, it should spark the rebellion that Mrs. Banks was looking for, considering that Vivian had done very well today and certainly did not deserve punishment with such an addition, which would also teach her that her pain was at the whim of her husband. Mrs. Banks knew that while the Earl would punish Vivian for his transgressions, there would also be erotic punishment for no reason other than the Earl's pleasure. 

It was always nice when she could combine several lessons into one session.

Pulling her notebook out of her other pocket as Vivian sat down in her punishment chair, looking almost eager for the recitation of her mistakes as she knew they were not many and she was expecting praise. Which Mrs. Banks was not loathe to give her; she knew that Vivian thrived on such accolades. With some young women, who were less amiable and submissive, it was sometimes necessary to use a more extreme method of training which involved heavy punishments and scant praise, even if they had done well. She rather disliked the method, even though it produced faster results, as she felt that the training was less thorough and the young women's spirit rather broken. As such, it was a method that she rarely employed and only in the most extreme cases. 

Besides, the Earl had expressed his pleasure over Vivian's spirit. He did not want a silent and responsive wife, he wanted one who voiced both her pleasure and her pain. 

The list of mistakes was a short one and took very little time before Mrs. Banks announced that Vivian would receive 10 spanks and helped the young woman to undress. As was becoming usual she tied Vivian's wrists behind her back, and smiled at the young woman's sigh of relief as she was tipped over her companion's lap rather than tied sitting up to the chair. She was quite sure that Vivian's poor little titties were quite sensitive after two days of punishment, even if the discipline to her breasts was less extreme than her bottom.

It was a well known fact that the rounded curves of a woman's bottom could take much more abuse than any other part of her body. 

Despite the fact that Vivian had done very well during her lessons, and knowing what would happen after this initial spanking, Mrs. Banks did not hold back on the strength of her blows to Vivian's upturned bottom. It had healed very nicely after her birching, only the faintest trace of wheals remaining on her creamy skin. One had to lean down and look quite closely to see anything at all. 

Vivian had thought that her bottom was fully recovered, but she discovered that her skin was still quite sensitive when the flat of Mrs. Banks' palm connected with the creamy mounds. She jerked with each smack of flesh, a small whimper escaping her lips every time, although she did manage to maintain some dignity as she did not kick or sob the way she often did when she was in this position. After all, ten spanks was barely anything at all compared to what she was used to!

When Mrs. Banks counted out the last one, Vivian heaved a sigh of relief, but to her surprise the other woman didn't immediately push her upright. Instead, Vivian felt the older woman's legs shift beneath her and she heard the slide of fabric, which usually indicated something being removed from Mrs. Banks' pocket. 

"Mrs. Banks?" she asked, trying to turn her head around to see what was going on. It was hard to move at all as the companion had a very secure hold on her, one strong arm pressing against Vivian's lower back to hold her in place.

"Now you will receive twenty spanks with the tawse."

Leather slapped against pink skin and Vivian howled in shock and pain. The split leather came down hard on her bottom, wrapping around the curve of her buttock and snapping with a force that she hadn't experienced before. It was sharper than a hand spanking, not as solid as her wooden hairbrush and it didn't slice at her the way the birch did; the tawse was its own special brand of torment with the three distinct smacks of split leather and the way it bit into her very tender skin. 

"One."

SMACK!

"Two."

"Mrs. Banks, please! STOP!" Vivian thrashed on Mrs. Banks' lap, trying to get away by she was held firmly in place as Mrs. Banks brought the leather implement down again, searing another spot on Vivian's poor bottom.

"Three."

"Whyyyyyyy?!" The young woman wailed, bucking as she tried to escape the flames that were licking at her rear. 

"Because sometimes... four... your husband will want to enjoy your pain... five... you will not always be punished for a reason... six... and you must learn to accept... seven... that you will not have control over your pain and pleasure... eight..."

Between howls, the smack of leather against flesh, and Mrs. Banks' implacable counting, Vivian tried to listen to the explanation even though it made very little sense to her. She understood the gist, however, which was that sometimes her husband would desire to torment her for no reason at all. Resentment welled up in her... but at the same time she couldn't help but think about those letters that she'd re-read just before Mrs. Banks entrance.

There was more than her bottom or her pride on the line, it was her entire family. 

And so Vivian forced herself to submit, to try and relax into the strokes, having found that punishment was usually so much worse if she fought it. Tears streamed down her cheeks at both the snapping pain as the leather found its target yet again as well as her surrender. She couldn't stop her legs from kicking in reaction as she cried out and sobbed, but she had stopped thrashing as much, stopped trying to fight again get away. Holding the thought of her family in her mind, the way that she'd seen them before she left for the school and the way the letters described them now - well-clothed, well-fed, taken care of... if this is what was required of her to ensure that, then she would endure it.

Much to Mrs. Banks' consternation.

This was not supposed to happen! Normally this was where even the most submissive of young woman would fight; it was in human nature to resist that which seemed unfair - especially when it resulted in personal damage. It should take several lessons to coax a young woman into gracefully submitting to the idea that she might be punished for no reason at all, that the lack of control over her body and her destiny went so deeply. Mrs. Banks had been expecting a renewal of Vivian's struggles with more force. 

In fact there were two burly maids standing outside the door should Mrs. Banks require assistance in subduing her. Never, in her entire time at the school, had a student given in the way Vivian just had. They fought, they screamed, they tried to wriggle away... she knew from experience that even the most slender and normally compliant student could become quite strong in her frantic rage or panic.

Of course, Mrs. Banks could not have anticipated Vivian's activities prior to her entrance or the effect that they would have on Vivian's mental state. She put extra power into the last few swings of the tawse, bringing it down hard on Vivian's bottom. Despite the fact that she was rather concerned at Vivian's behavior, she was not going to press harder for tonight.

Twenty strokes had been decreed and meted out and she would not push beyond that. She knew that she would be up late tonight, discussing this abnormality with Mrs. Cunningham; dissecting and analyzing it before coming up with a new plan of action. While she knew that she had to remain flexible, this failure on her part to produce the anticipated result had rather shaken her.

Still, none of that could show in her handling of Vivian now. She must be seen to be in total control of the situation. Fortunately Vivian was still slumped over her lap, crying rather piteously now that the biting snap of the leather had finally ceased. There was more than pain to Vivian's tears; she was also feeling rather sorry for herself, having to endure an extra punishment that she hadn't earned for no reason at all and not even being able to fight it for fear of what that might mean for her family!

Stroking the hot swells of Vivian's upturned bottom, Mrs. Banks murmured soothing words of praise to the young woman. While she might be rather surprised and even troubled by Vivian's reaction, the truth was that her reaction had been everything that Mrs. Banks would have hoped for... just not yet. She worried over the implications... was Vivian just never going to rebel? Or could this be cause for a later, much deeper and more distressing rebellion? And could she incite it before the Earl joined the training?

When her fingers slid down into Vivian's cunny, Mrs. Banks almost felt relief at the molten wetness that she found there. At least one part of training was going as expected. 

Fingers probed Vivian's folds, from both hands, stroking and gliding up and down the slick crevices of her sex, wetting Mrs. Banks fingers with the sweet cream that Vivian's body had produced in response to her punishment. With two fingers of her left hand liberally coated in honey, Mrs. Banks transferred the attentions of those fingers to the crinkled rosette of Vivian's anus. The tight orifice opened as Mrs. Banks pressed forward, causing a different kind of burn between Vivian's flaming cheeks.

Moaning, Vivian felt her hips thrust as Mrs. Banks began to play with her holes, inserting her fingers into both and moving them back and forth in different rhythms. The invasion of her anus tingled as her pussy creamed, her holes tightening down as she began the slow climb to pleasure out of the smoldering embers of her erotic response to punishment. 

"Very good, Vivian, squeeze my fingers... good... your husband will like that a lot. Keep squeezing sweetheart, doesn't it feel good when you squeeze your muscles?" It did, even though it also increased the sensation of burning friction in her anus as it spasmed. 

Two fingers in each hole, Mrs. Banks thrust them back and forth, exploring and twisting her digits back and forth as Vivian's pussy got juicier and juicier. The swollen folds were aching from all the stimulation as pain merged with pleasure. It seemed to happen faster every time now, her body confusing the responses more quickly as it was trained to the erotic torment. The new burn of the tawse, as well as Vivian's emotional reaction, made her need for some kind of release more heightened than ever. She wanted the pleasure, felt that she deserved it after the unexpected and undeserved addition to her evening punishment.

Still, she couldn't deny that the throbbing ache of her bottom in time with the pulsing contractions of her climax sent her flying even higher - at least, she wouldn't be able to deny it later, in the moment all she knew was the pure bliss of ecstasy as it ravaged her body. Crying out, she bucked, her insides convulsing around Mrs. Banks' busy fingers, which stroked and rubbed her until she thought she might actually faint from the pleasurable stimulation. 

When she was placed on her knees before the companion, the fingers that had been in her pussy thrusting in and out of her mouth, Vivian was barely aware of her movements anymore. The suckling had become second nature, a reflex that she rather enjoyed as it was a way to calm her body and mind after the tumultuous emotions and sensations that made up her disciplinary sessions. 

Another thing that Mrs. Banks was pleased to see, considering how badly her plan for the evening had backfired. At least some parts of Vivian's training were working the way they were supposed to. 

The saving grace about the evening was that the Earl had not shown up to witness it.



Marriage Training Ch. 12



Ensconced with Mrs. Cunningham and Dr. Monroe in Mrs. Cunningham's, Mrs. Banks described her failure to incite something other than Vivian's submissiveness. Despite the fact that her submissiveness was exactly what they were trying to cultivate, part of that training required that she learn what the consequences of the alternative were. As well as giving her a taste of something harsher than the Earl would ever put her through so that she knew how bad a punishment could be and was accordingly grateful not to ever have to go through it again. 

Since he had expressed a distaste for the cane, which was what Mrs. Banks had planned to use on Vivian. It was a severe instrument and Mrs. Banks knew that she would only need a few strokes to convince Vivian that she never wanted to feel its bite again. 

Of course there were some gentlemen who employed the school's services who enjoyed the cane, and it was quite possible to train a young woman to enjoy those higher levels of pain as well. And there was always something worse that the school could use as an example for the student to hold in her mind whenever she was being punished with something less stringent. 

It did sooth her a bit that both Mrs. Cunningham and Dr. Monroe were obviously as surprised as she was at Vivian's quick submission, despite the obvious unfairness of the situation. 

"Does she enjoy the pain so much?" Mrs. Cunningham muttered, tapping her fingers against her strong jaw. 

"No," Mrs. Banks said, shaking her head. "She's able to bear it and it arouses her body, but she finds no pleasure in the actual punishment." They'd had some students in the past who had been more than aroused by their punishments, some of them had orgasmed over Mrs. Banks lap when receiving their nightly discipline from no more stimulation than a strong spanking to their bottoms. Those were the most difficult students to train, as their true punishments had to be much more creative. 

"There must be some overriding reason she acquiesced so quickly." Dr. Monroe sipped at his brandy. "It sounds like she fought us more during her examination than she did this evening."

"Granted, I've been training her since then to be more quickly obedient, but her reaction was completely against type."

"There's no way you could have predicted it," Mrs. Cunningham said, a wave of her hand absolving Mrs. Banks of any blame. "What we need to do is decide how to handle it. Preferably by tomorrow night. The Earl sent me a letter indicating that he would be making another one of his visits and since he's been kept informed of her progress and our plans for this week, we need to decide how we're going to handle this tomorrow."

"Perhaps pleasure is the key," Dr. Monroe mused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well she tried to pleasure herself over the weekend because she's become used to having it. Withholding it after discipline may spark a stronger need than adding punishment did."

"The birching she received should have given her sufficient motivation not to try that again," Mrs. Banks pointed out. "That was the entire point of that exercise."

"And on her own she might not, over the weekend, but at this point she's become very accustomed to one set of circumstances following another. If she's denied the pleasure that she feels she deserves following a punishment, especially the day after she was disciplined with the tawse for no reason, it might induce a strong enough reaction to compel her to rebel."

Both parties looked to Mrs. Cunningham who had remained thoughtfully silent during their debate. She had been overseeing the school much longer than either of them had been employed by it and had a very strong grasp on human nature. 

"She's probably already feeling resentful over the additional discipline, even if she did accept it," Mrs. Cunningham mused. "And we already know that she has difficulty with a change to her routine."

"Although the additional punishment could have been seen as a change, one that she adapted to quickly," Mrs. Banks said. 

"But it was still punishment, which she did expect," Dr. Monroe argued. "The withholding of pleasure after her disciplinary session will be entirely new and therefore unexpected and harder for her to adjust to. It will add to her perception of this part of her training being unfair." He smiled. "Because it is."

"True," said Mrs. Banks, her fingers drumming on her armchair. While she hadn't given the idea much merit when Dr. Monroe had first suggested it, the more they dissected the tactic the more she was beginning to think it might work. It certainly wasn't something she had tried before, but then again this situation was rather unusual already. "It could work. I just wish I knew why she accepted it this evening, she certainly shouldn't have."

"Do it," Mrs. Cunningham ordered. "She'll stew tomorrow and her bottom will be sore and sensitive and remind her throughout the day of the fact that she received extra punishment for no reason. Or, at least, not any reason that she realizes." A faint smile graced the woman's lips. "I doubt she'd agree that being introduced to the implement is reason enough. Tomorrow evening give her whatever punishment she deserves for her mistakes during the day, no extra, and no pleasure. Tie her hands to the bed so that she cannot touch herself in the night and we'll set a watch on her the next day. At some point, even if this does not spark some kind of resistance immediately, we'll be able to push one eventually. And I'll explain to the Earl when he comes tomorrow."

"Perhaps he'll be pleased at his bride's easy submission," Doctor Monroe murmured.

"Pleased or not, he certainly would not appreciate a later blow-up because we did not follow the training program that we know works. She must resist or rebel enough to merit a strong punishment, from us, before he becomes personally involved." Mrs. Cunningham nodded to emphasize her point before glancing at the clock. "After her disciplinary session tomorrow we'll meet again to discuss her reaction with the Earl."

******

Counting under her breath, Vivian flipped through the pile of invitations she'd already penned. The Practicum House was holding a small afternoon tea in a week and a half, with select members of the ton as guests. The tea was supposed to be a test of the young ladies' hosting skills, one with consequences more severe than a lecture at the end of the night or even one of Vivian's spankings.

Wincing, she shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable spot on her poor bottom. She still simmered resentfully at the fact that she had been punished for no reason, especially after how well she'd performed during the class yesterday. Although Mrs. Banks had praised her efforts, that hadn't taken any sting from the extra punishment with the tawse. 

Even sitting carefully on a plump cushion, her poor bottom was suffering. 

Sighing, she turned her attention back to the invitations and began to write out the name and direction of the next guest on the list she'd been provided with.

******

Gabriel settled into his seat, peeking through the spy hole into his future wife's bedroom. He'd been apprised of the plan for the evening and he understood the reasoning behind the methods, although he didn't wholly approve of them. One of life's greatest pleasures was seeing a woman in the throes of climax and he'd been looking forward to witnessing it again tonight. On the other hand, he understood what Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks were trying to achieve. He was rather glad that he didn't have to train Vivian on his own, as enjoyable as it might have been, because it would have taken him a good deal longer and he was not nearly as experienced.

It would have never occurred to him to deliberately set her up for a rebellion, although of course such a thing would have occurred naturally over time. Still, he appreciated the fact that by the time he joined in his future wife's training, she would be past most of the largest hurdles. Even if it meant his viewing pleasure this evening might not be quite as enjoyable as it had in the past. 

His breath caught as Mrs. Banks entered the room and his future wife finally moved into view. Wearing a light plum dress and with her hair pinned neatly up she looked quite attractive, the wary expression on her face as she sat in her chair only increasing his interest. She shifted slightly on the chair and he could tell that her bottom was still sore from the discipline she'd received the night before. Oh how he wished he'd been able to witness that! The tawse was his favored implement, if he wasn't going to use his hand. 

The litany of her mistakes during her day didn't interest him and he tuned them out, instead watching every little change to her expression, every shifting of her weight on her sore bottom, and memorizing the curves of her form. It seemed like it had been far too long since he'd last laid eyes on her and in the time apart she'd grown more graceful, more poised. He looked forward to when they'd be reintroduced and had the day already marked in his calendar. 

Even if her companion was unsuccessful in inciting rebellious behavior by then, since it was only a week and a half before he would meet with her and then join in her training the following week, he would not delay his involvement. 

******

Gasping and moaning piteously, Vivian's legs kicked and her bottom danced as Mrs. Banks' hand came down on her poor bottom without any mercy, as if she hadn't just beaten Vivian's red cheeks with a strap the night before. The strong, steady slaps against Vivian's already tender skin had undone her control and she almost hated her companion. If only she'd gotten the punishment she'd actually deserved the evening before then her buttocks wouldn't be so painful now!

By the time Vivian had endured all sixteen of the spanks that she'd earned, she was crying much more than she would have if her bottom hadn't already been in a tender situation before the discipline even began. Mrs. Banks murmured sympathetically as she placed Vivian on her knees, pressing her fingers between the girl's lips.

From his vantage point, Gabriel had to stifle a moan as he rubbed himself through his breeches. His cock was throbbing as he imagined Vivian in exactly this position, chastised and on her knees before him, his cock thrusting in and out of her sweet, hot mouth. The movement of her cheeks and neck made it clear that she was actively suckling Mrs. Banks' fingers, rather than just passively accepting them. He could only imagine how delightful that would feel on his cock, especially as she was such an innocent that she had no idea what she was currently being trained for. That only added to his pleasure in the sight.

The expression on his future wife's face was one of dreamy anticipation as Mrs. Banks led her to the bed. Her wrists were tied in front of her, making it easy for Mrs. Banks to lift Vivian's arms and secure them to the headboard. She was sprawled out in an unintentionally and innocently seductive manner on the bed, her nipples erect, her legs slightly gaping in anticipation of the coming pleasure, her body stretched out and elongated by her restrained wrists. If Gabriel had been in charge of the proceedings there would have been no way he could have resisted such delicious temptation. Especially when she hissed slightly as her sore bottom came into contact with the sheets, her back arching slightly to relieve her weight on it.

But Mrs. Banks just reached out and flipped the covers up on top of her.

"Good night Miss Stafford."

"Mrs. Banks?! Wait!" Vivian's face went through a myriad of expressions: shock, surprise, something almost angry, needy, and landed on confused. 

"Yes Miss Stafford?"

"What about... what about..." The pink that began to suffuse her face was quite arousing to Gabriel. It didn't matter that she was being sexually trained, it couldn't erase the innocence and modesty that was part of her general make-up. He loved that she could go from being on her knees, suckling fingers, after a hot and heavy spanking and anticipating a rousing climax, to blushing over having to ask for it. The Earl decided on the spot that he would make Vivian ask for her orgasms.

Frequently.

In the most explicit terms imaginable.

"Your pleasure, like your pain, is no longer yours," Mrs. Banks said sternly. "You must learn to submit to what is asked of you."

And with that she swept from the room, leaving Vivian tied to her bed, naked and sexually frustrated. 

Gabriel couldn't tear his eyes away from watching his future bride as she twisted and moaned, rubbing her legs together beneath the sheets. The fabric rode down far enough that her breasts were exposed to the evening air, her pretty pink nipples jiggling on the mounds of flesh as she writhed fretfully. More than once she looked at the door, as if praying that Mrs. Banks was about to return. 

He'd always loved watching a woman climax, just as much as he loved hearing her cries and pleas and watching her hot, red bottom jiggle and dance as she was spanked, but he'd never realized how very arousing it could be to see the effects of a woman denied her climax. Mostly because he'd never done so. Mistresses and dalliances would never allow for that sort of thing, because that wasn't the point of the relationship, even if they enjoyed a bit of spanking. It had a most profound effect on him, especially as it was obviously a more formidable punishment to his future bride than a spanking.

Since he didn't enjoy using particularly harsh methods of corporeal punishment - he'd rather spank a bottom red every evening than cause cuts or bleeding - this looked to be the kind of punishment that could easily and effectively be used for severe transgressions. Although it would deny himself one of his pleasures as well, but if Vivian actually did something that would require such a punishment then he wasn't doing his job as her husband in guiding her to good behavior. It would be akin to giving himself a slap on the wrist for being so remiss. 

"My lord?"

He reluctantly turned away from the sight of his frustrated and moaning bride to the doorway behind him where there was a pretty young maid peeking around the edge of the door. The vision in front of him had been so engrossing that he hadn't heard her knock or open the door. 

"Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks are ready for you at your pleasure," the maid said, giving him a little look from beneath sooty lashes. There was a little curl to her lips and a lilt in her voice on the last word, and for a moment Gabriel considered taking what she was evidently offering. Perhaps she had been sent here to interrupt him just in case he desired to relieve himself with her services. 

But he dismissed the thought almost immediately, even if his cock was aching for relief. He rather liked the idea of being in the same sexual state as his intended, even if it was a frustrated one; and the idea of relieving himself while she was in the next room didn't sit well with him. Gabriel never dallied with more than one woman at a time and once he'd found Vivian he'd quickly lost interest in other women. Not that he'd gone the entire time of her schooling without the benefits of a woman, but it had been quite a while and he didn't intend to break that now. 

Momentary relief wasn't worth the subsequent feeling of dishonor. 

"Thank you, I'm ready now," he said, standing.

The pretty maid gave a little moue of disappointment, but led him readily enough to Mrs. Cunningham's office. He admired the haughty little swish that she gave to her hips as he followed along behind her.

The meeting with the two women went much as he'd expected. There were apologies for the change in plans that had occurred this week, but he realized that not all events could be anticipated. Still, he didn't reassure Mrs. Cunningham, knowing that she and Mrs. Banks would work all the harder to have Vivian ready for him by the next weekend. He didn't intend pushing back his plans to join in the training and he didn't want the headmistress to think that he would be malleable or willing to change his plans. 

They both seemed confident that Vivian would respond to the denial of pleasure with some act of rebellion, and considering the frustrated and angry look he'd seen on her face he was sure they were correct. Unfortunately he wouldn't have time to visit again until next week, but he consoled himself with the thought that it would be the last week that he would be a mere observer.

******

Eventually Vivian fell into a fretful, restless sleep. Her arms weren't entirely uncomfortable, even though they were tied above her head, Mrs. Banks had left enough slack to allow Vivian to turn on either side or lay on her back or stomach. 

Through much experimentation, before she exhausted herself, Vivian discovered that rubbing her thighs together only increased the pressing need to climax without relieving it. Lying on her stomach and trying to rub herself against the mattress did the same. At one point she wept tears of useless frustration. 

Her bottom throbbed, her pulse pounding in her ears, and even when she fell asleep she was haunted by dreams that brought her so close to the point of climax that she would awaken, gasping, to hover on the peak. 

Even in her dreams she was bent over a lap. But it wasn't Mrs. Banks. It was a man's, with thick thighs and implacable hands that smacked her bottom until she cried out and nearly climaxed just from the blows themselves. Threats of the tawse and the birch danced around her. And no matter how hard she craned her neck to try and look over her shoulder, she couldn't see his face. 

When gentle hands began to undo the restraints around her wrists it was rather a shock to Vivian's system. She came out of her sleep in a rush, adrenaline pumping through her veins... to look up into the gentle face of the maid who usually woke her. The maid wasn't looking at Vivian however, she was too focused on Vivian's wrists. Blushing, Vivian turned her head away too. 

It was embarrassing that someone other than Mrs. Banks would see her this way... and yet somewhat arousing too. 

Almost automatically her legs rubbed together and Vivian found that her thighs were slick with juices. Once her hands were free and the maid's back was turned, Vivian did her best to rub her inner thighs dry with the sheets before getting out of bed. Her arms felt cramped and she moved them restlessly as the maid silently dressed her hair. 

The quiet this morning felt awkward but welcome. Vivian didn't want to talk. She didn't want to think. All she wanted was for the maid to leave the room so that she could try to find a way to climax. The area between her legs felt like it was tingling, smoldering, as if all she would have to do was touch herself there and she would explode.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"I'd like some privacy, please," she said coolly, ducking behind the screen where the chamber pot was.

Hiking up her skirts, her heart leaped as she heard the door to her bedroom open and close. Alone! At last!

Leaning against the wall, Vivian held her skirts up with one hand, thrusting the other into her drawers, uncaring of the wrinkles that she was creating in the fine fabric. Her fingers pushed into slippery wet flesh and she moaned before she could stop herself as they rubbed against the little pleasure button at the top of her slit. Up and down she rubbed, not bothering to explore, just pushing on that little button.

Standing up was not the most conducive of positions, even with her weight leaning against the wall, and she could feel her leg muscles trembling as her body automatically fought against her release while she was in such a precarious position. She heard the door open and close, knew the maid was in the room again, but she was so close... so close, she couldn't stop...




Marriage Training Ch. 12



And then Mrs. Banks appeared at the entrance to the screened off area, her blue eyes locking on Vivian's green ones. They promised punishment and pain, and the very thought sent Vivian hurtling over the edge. She cried out, knowing that it didn't matter anymore, as her denied orgasm ripped through her, shaking with the intensity of it. Waves of pleasure spilled over her, her body exulting in the release, her mind already anticipating whatever retribution was going to be visited upon her. 

It was worth it.

******

Half an hour later, Vivian was no longer so self-assured. 

Mrs. Banks had not reacted with anything like the anger that Vivian had expected once her self-induced pleasure had finally stopped. She'd just stared at Vivian until the younger woman dropped her skirts, surreptitiously trying to wipe her juices off on the fabric, feeling more and more embarrassed as she realized the brazenness of her behavior. It had excited her, to see Mrs. Banks and that was its own humiliation. The joy and pleasure of her climax quickly dwindled under that steely gaze.

Even worse was the tingle of anticipation between her thighs as Mrs. Banks had clipped out the words "Follow me" and turned to go. 

Following Mrs. Banks out of her bedroom, Vivian cast a look down the hallway, actually contemplating running in the other direction... but where would she go? And what would happen to her family if she did so? She also found the tug of Mrs. Banks' order to be surprisingly hard to shake off; the desire to please was heavily ingrained in her. 

After all, she'd known she would be punished if she was caught. She'd risked it anyway. 

Mrs. Banks had led to her to the examination room that she hated so much, although Dr. Monroe was not there (thankfully), but instead of the usual table there was a new piece of equipment that had been added. She didn't know it but the apparatus was a gift that Mrs. Cunningham presented along with a fully trained young woman to the men who had their brides prepared by the school. It was cunningly crafted and was quite useful at holding a young woman securely in place for punishment.

After being given, and following, the order to strip, Vivian had found herself bending over the padded leather of the thing. It was just wide and long enough to support her body and head, with holes that her hanging breasts fit into, as it had been made to exactly her measurements. There were rests for her knees and hands, which pushed her bottom up into the air as she was bent over, her head a few inches lower than her backside.

Straps went around her wrists and knees before Mrs. Banks turned a hand crank that began to force her legs farther apart. Vivian cried out and wriggled as she felt her muscles strain to accommodate the wide spread the apparatus demanded of her. 

A few movements on either side and her breasts were squeezed tightly by the holes they'd been inserted into; blunt and polished wooden inserts dug into the flesh at the base of her breasts, holding her in place. With such a set-up, no strap around her body was necessary; instead the apparatus itself acted as clamps for her breasts, if she tried to move or buck then it would only increase her punishment as her swollen mounds would be pulled tightly by the compression of the wooden inserts. 

Her helplessness excited her even as her anxiety rose in response, wondering what Mrs. Banks might do to her. The last time she had been so securely restrained she'd been birched. 

"Do you know why you're being punished, Miss Stafford?"

The cold cut of Mrs. Banks' voice sliced into her, disapproving and disappointed. A shiver trembled through Vivian's body. The blood seem to pulse in her chest, although she didn't yet realize that the sensation was partially due to the way her breasts were being squeezed. They were already turning a slight pinkish color due to their constriction, her hard nipples darkening to a deep rose blush.

"Because I touched myself between my legs," she whispered.

"Where did you touch yourself, Miss Stafford?"

"My... my pussy."

Vivian blushed hot red, wiggling her bottom a little as she shifted on the bench. There was something about that word that just seemed so dirty and sinful.

"Why are you not allowed to do that?"

"Because my pleasure is not my own."

And neither was her pain.

"You were being tested, Miss Stafford. And you failed the test."

A sudden sense of shame suffused Vivian. Inwardly she scolded herself; she should have realized. It was the second time she'd faced such a test and the second time she'd failed. Why had the need to climax been so overwhelming? Why hadn't she been able to resist it better? Longer? If she had made it through till this evening, would her normal pleasure have followed her punishment?

She'd become addicted to the ecstasy, even more so than she or her companion had realized. Increased punishment, even without a reason, had not compelled her disobedience, but the lack of pleasure had sparked it much faster than Mrs. Banks had realized it would. Only now was the older woman realizing just what a motivator it was for Vivian.

Even more so than her urge to please. 

Praise and cosseting produced remarkable effects in the young woman, Mrs. Banks had already known that, and she had never expected Vivian's libido to override that basic instinct. She hadn't realized what a powerful force she had awoken inside the young woman when she'd begun to introduce her to sexual pleasure. Indeed, when the maid had run to her room this morning Mrs. Banks had been shocked to hear the maid's report; she had not though Vivian would be so quick to disobey.

The companion had thought that Vivian would be on a slow simmer all day, in fact she'd fully intended to punish Vivian as little as possible and leave her without relief that evening again. The lack of stimulation was supposed to drive her to an act of rebellion, just not yet. 

The young woman would have made an admirable whore, Mrs. Banks thought with some amusement. She was obviously driven by pleasure. Something that the Earl would see she had plenty of, especially as they were both inclined to mix pain with their pleasure. 

Still, she had other lessons to drive home to Vivian now. The first had already been completed - now the young woman knew that she truly could not attempt self-pleasure without being caught. And Mrs. Banks would have a close watch kept on her, as well as warn the Earl. If she ever thought she could get away with such a trick she might try again. 

The second lesson was to drive home her lack of control and the third was to show her a more severe punishment than she would ever receive from the Earl. Make sure she was properly appreciative of his restraint. Mrs. Banks would have liked to have spent more time seeing the effects of denying Vivian climaxes, but with the schedule the Earl insisted on there just wasn't enough time. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Banks," said Vivian, contriteness in every line of her body. She truly sounded it too. 

Now that her passion had been spent, she could scarcely believe the strength of the urges that had overcome her and wondered how she hadn't resisted them. But it had felt so wonderful... how could she not have? The idea of giving up so much of her control to someone else was frightening, but if she had then she wouldn't be in this position now. If she had just waited until this evening then she could have had her punishment and her pleasure. 

It made her feel stupid. And like she deserved her punishment.

Some part of her, deep inside, was actually rather curious about what was to come. While she hated sudden changes and much preferred to rely on her routine, there was some morbidly curious and fascinated aspect of her personality that was entranced by the various ways Mrs. Banks punished her. It was a part of herself that she ignored, an unacknowledged piece, because she knew it was shameful. 

The door opened, admitting a maid who looked her fill of Vivian as she handed over her offering to Mrs. Banks. The companion didn't scold the maid, seeing that the added humiliation turned Vivian's cheeks bright red, increasing the young woman's arousal as well as her punishment. Vivian did make quite a pretty picture; her hair piled on top of her head in a fetching coiffure, but instead of being as prettily dressed, she was bent over and splayed wide, her most intimate places on lewd display. And it was obvious that some part of her was enjoying it; the soft pink lips of her cunny were split open by the wide spread of her legs and they were obviously slick with cream, framed by the coppery curls that the Earl had become entranced with to the point where he'd ordered she remain unshaven.

The presence of an unknown person was sending flashes of heat through Vivian. Ever since her first examination, her body responded to being on display the same way it did to her nightly punishments; with an increased flow of honey between her legs. 

Setting down the plate that the maid had handed her, Mrs. Banks picked up the peeled and carved ginger root that lay on it. It was about the thickness of two of her fingers at its largest point and had been carved into the shape of a bulb with a tapered end and a notch between the bulb and the base. Without any preamble, Mrs. Banks stepped up behind Vivian and pressed the root to the pink rose of Vivian's anus.

The young woman moaned as her bottom hole opened under the steady pressure, the root sliding in despite the lack of lubrication. Any kind of oils would have lessened the effectiveness of the ginger. Panting as her hole was stretched, Vivian groaned with the effort of her muscles pulling apart as the largest part of the ginger root wedged its way inside of her tight hole. As soon as it pushed its way fully inside of her, her bottom snapped closed between the bulb and the base, her ring of muscle settling into the notch that had been prepared for it.

Mrs. Banks walked around in front of her, holding a long slender cane at just the right height for Vivian's current eye level.

"This is a cane," the companion said. She smiled grimly. "I sincerely hope that this is the worst punishment that you will bring upon yourself."

Her phrasing left Vivian in no doubt that worse punishments were possible, a deliberate choice on Mrs. Banks' part as she wanted Vivian to use her imagination to dwell on all sorts of horrible possibilities. The threat of greater punishment should also help the young woman to learn firmer control of her behavior. 

But Vivian couldn't dwell too much on what kinds of punishments might be worse, because something most unsettling and peculiar was happening inside her rear channel. Whatever Mrs. Banks had inserted into that delicate area was beginning to tingle so intensely that it felt almost as though her sensitive parts were starting to burn. Her body shifted, her expression one of consternation, and Mrs. Banks knew that the ginger root was beginning to do its work. 

"I've inserted a ginger root into your pretty little bottom," she said, enjoying the way Vivian blushed. "It's a common tool for canings, as it will help you keep your buttocks from clenching. A caning is most effective on a soft, relaxed bottom. If you clench your cheeks then you will tighten down on the ginger and it will burn even more. So I suggest you keep your cheeks as relaxed as possible."

Moving back around behind the distressed young woman, Mrs. Banks admired the tableau before her. Of course Vivian couldn't clench the ginger root too tightly anyway because of the way she had been splayed, but it would encourage her to not even make the attempt. 

Raising the cane, Mrs. Banks deliberately didn't give Vivian a firm count to expect. She wanted to stop when she felt the young woman was ready for her to; a set amount could go awry with something like this, as she didn't want to deliver either too little or too much punishment. Without knowing how Vivian would react to this new, severe, implement, a count was just too uncertain.

The snap of the cane against Vivian's bottom had her howling immediately, followed by a secondary cry as her buttocks automatically clenched around the ginger root and the burning inside of her flared almost as much as the surface of her poor bottom where a bright pink welt had sprung up. It hurt so much more than she had imagined, the pain slicing through her all the way to her chest as her confined breasts pulsed in response. Her back had arched, causing her to pull at the tender flesh. 

Waiting, Mrs. Banks gave Vivian a moment to adjust to this new torment. She didn't need to wait for the young woman's buttocks to unclench because the ginger was doing its job and her bottom had softened almost immediately after its first spasm. The inner burn was too strong for her to keep her buttocks tightened around the stinging root. 

When the initial frantic writhing and sobs had passed, Mrs. Banks brought the cane down again, leaving a second pink strip across Vivian's creamy cheeks. The first welt was already beginning to raise and slowly darken. Vivian quivered and sobbed, although her reaction was much less extreme now that she had some idea of what to expect. The second line had been laid down about an inch below the first, so that she could feel both distinct strikes. Her bottom had still involuntarily clenched at the blow, but had immediately relaxed in order to ease the sting of the ginger, keeping her soft and supple for the next snap of the cane. 

It laid down an inch below the second stripe, a deliberate striping of cream and pink. There was no way to brace herself truly, although her hands tightened around their rests in anticipation every time, in lieu of her buttocks. Between sobs and cries, Vivian promised over and over to be good, to never touch herself again, willing to say anything to just make the awful caning stop.

A fourth line appeared on her bottom, accompanied by a shrill shriek and followed by more pleas.

Mrs. Banks studied the pleading young woman and waited a moment before laying down a fifth and final line, only a few inches above the pouting lips of Vivian's pussy and just below where the ginger root was peeking out between her cheeks. 

Lost in a world of pain, Vivian barely noticed as the ginger was gently eased out of her bottom and the confinement of her breasts was lessened. The mounds ached as normal blood flow renewed, but it was almost a gentle pain compared to the deep throbbing of the lines across her bottom. Her stiff nipples were tugged, making her shudder as they were tweaked, and then she felt gentle hands rubbing something cool and soothing onto the flaming skin of her bottom. 

Hot breath wafted across her pouting pussy lips and she moaned. The ginger had done more than keep her bottom from clenching, it had properties which aroused and inflamed her sex. The swollen lips were covered with her juices, her clit standing proud and erect between the folds. 

Soft lips surrounded it and sucked and, despite the pain, Vivian exploded in violent orgasm.

******

Strong arms surrounded her, rocking her gently as she was carried. Snuggling in the broad chest, Vivian was only somewhat aware of the scent of a man, the ache in her bottom and the feeling of warm satisfaction between her legs. Mostly she was dreamily thinking about how nice it was to be held like this right now.

She hoped the Earl would hold her like this sometimes.

******

Once Dr. Monroe had laid Vivian down in her bed and Mrs. Banks had tucked her in, the pair returned to the hallway to confer. 

"She should be fine by tomorrow, you did a superb job with the welts," Dr. Monroe said. "I'll send a maid with some water and broth for her to have when she wakes, she can have something more substantial for dinner."

"It's somewhat easier with her as she doesn't require a strong hand," Mrs. Banks admitted. "She seems to enjoy lower amounts of pain, I don't know if she would have been able to orgasm today if it hadn't been for the effects of the ginger, but she's more pleasure-driven than anything else. I hadn't realized how much so until today."

"Do you think she'll seek her own again?"

"I certainly hope not," Mrs. Banks said. Overall Vivian was a very good girl and Mrs. Banks had rather disliked having to set her up in such a way. Today's lesson was always one of her least favorites to deliver, but especially so with Vivian who was normally so eager to please.

Still, it was for the best. Now they could move past this to much more enjoyable activities for the young woman, although of course her punishments would not be ceased entirely. Just for today and possibly tomorrow, depending on how long it took her to recover. And then she could make up for her lost time in the Practicum over the weekend. 



Marriage Training Ch. 13



Author's Note: This series is not meant to be read out of order, if you haven't read the previous chapters it is suggested that you do so before this one.

For those of you wondering about whether or not Vivian will suddenly morph into a fiery, spirited person with a major rebellion, please see my comments left on the previous two chapters. 

Enjoy!

******

When Vivian awoke, she was feeling especially drained. She was lying on her stomach, curled into her pillow, and the last thing she remembered was the feel of strong arms around her. But she had no idea who had carried her to her bedroom. One of the footmen? 

"Oh good, you're awake." A gentle voice had Vivian turning before she remembered the punishment she'd endured that morning and she gasped and immediately turned back, off of her poor, welted bottom. When she moved more carefully, turning her head around, she found herself being observed by a sympathetic looking maid. "Aye, I'll bet you're hurting right now. I have some balm to smooth on if you'd like, and the Doctor has sent up some water and broth for you."

"Yes to both please, thank you," Vivian said, her voice scratchy. She felt absolutely parched. 

The maid waited until Vivian rolled onto her stomach before lifting the hem of her nightgown and beginning to assiduously apply the balm. 

"Not bad... she didn't break the skin one bit... you'll heal from this quite nicely, miss," the maid observed, gentle fingers almost tickling as she carefully smoothed the balm over Vivian's welts. 

"Sometimes she breaks the skin?" Vivian asked, feeling almost faint at the idea. She couldn't even imagine taking harder blows than the ones she endured.

"Oh aye, but not for one like you. You're much too good," the maid said with a little chuckle. "No need for you to worry. Some of the others though, they liked the lash a little too much and required a much harsher hand. This tisn't bad at all."

Strangely that rather comforted Vivian. She liked knowing that she was considered "good," even to the maids. And also that she didn't require a harsher hand. How could someone endure more than that? The five welts across her bottom had still felt like fire when she'd inadvertently started to roll on them. At least she hadn't received worse, considering that she'd not only failed the same test a second time, but because she'd brazenly continued even when she was caught.

It was a mistake she would not make again. 

Giving up control over what she desired wasn't easy, but it was certainly easier and much more preferable than setting herself up for punishment. And if she had only held out... if she'd passed the test... she knew that she would have been rewarded. She'd been rewarded for many other things after all, including being good and obedient during her punishments. 

Vivian liked rewards. She liked being good. She liked the approval and pride in Mrs. Banks eyes when she was good. And, while some part of her might enjoy the punishments, she certainly didn't want to court them. 

The maid's fingers stroked over Vivian's bottom hole and she moaned a little. It was still quite sore from the direct contact with the ginger. 

"Figged you, did she?" the maid said knowingly. "Aye, that hurts like the devil. Here miss, some balm will help with that too."

And before Vivian could protest, the maid was easing her coated fingers into Vivian's backside. The nerves tingled pleasantly as they were soothed and Vivian moaned and clenched automatically, her pussy beginning to leak as the maid gently rubbed her fingers back and forth in Vivian's tight anus. The little hole was becoming quite used to stimulation, and as embarrassing as it was Vivian found it nearly as arousing as having fingers stroking her in the same way between her feminine folds. 

Once she was done with her ministrations, the maid settled Vivian onto a fat cushion before serving her the water and broth. Vivian sat gingerly, even with the soft surface beneath her, she couldn't help but wince. Giving her an encouraging smile, the maid left the room, off to report to Mrs. Banks that Miss Stafford was up and moving, although of course Vivian didn't know that. She would also be reporting that the student had been quite submissive and receptive to having her backside fingered by a stranger, something that would please both the companion and the headmistress. They wanted to ensure that introducing a new participant to the activities, in the form of the Earl, would not be too great a shock to the young women's sensibilities. 

Vivian was lost in her own thoughts, wondering at how much she'd changed since beginning her marriage training. A month ago she would have balked at the very idea of many things that now seemed familiar to her. Remembering the strong, masculine arms that had carried her back to her bedroom that morning, she wondered if the Earl would be able to spirit her away so effortlessly. Would he ever hold her like that?

Being cradled after her punishment had been quite comforting, it was something that she realized she almost missed from the first time she'd been put over Mrs. Banks lap. Of course she now found a kind of comfort in suckling on Mrs. Banks' fingers as well, especially when the other woman would stroke and fondle her, but it wasn't quite the same. She'd felt so warm and safe when she was held... it had been quite wonderful even if she didn't know who the owner of the arms and firm chest was.

Just as she was finishing her broth, the door opened to admit her companion. Immediately Vivian blanched and then blushed, setting down her spoon from suddenly nerveless fingers. Before today she'd never really seen Mrs. Banks as being menacing; now she had a greater idea of what the woman was capable of. 

Smiling as if nothing had changed, Mrs. Banks swept forward. "I'm glad to see you recovering so nicely, Miss Stafford."

"I'm very sorry for my earlier behavior, Mrs. Banks," Vivian said as she stood. She couldn't help but let out a little sigh of relief as her weight was taken off of her bottom. In some ways it would have been more comfortable to eat standing up but she wasn't sure that she could have done so with broth. "I don't know what came over me."

"I hope it's a lesson we won't have to repeat, young lady," Mrs. Banks said sternly as she approached. "Now turn around and bend over the bed, I'd like to inspect the welts."

The companion was pleased as Vivian responded with alacrity, as well as a rather becoming blush. Despite the fact that she was often in this position with Mrs. Banks, she still retained those maidenly flushes that the Earl found so pleasing. Lifting up the skirt to Vivian's nightdress, Mrs. Banks settled it around her hips and stroked a finger over the central most stripe, watching as Vivian shuddered in reaction. She noted that the young woman's arousal was already seeping out of her again as Mrs. Banks handled her. 

"Because you apologized before your punishment, and seemed sincere, this wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been," Mrs. Banks informed her, tracing her fingers delicately over Vivian's trembling flesh. The welts were slightly raised and dark pink, standing out stark and vivid on the ivory skin of Vivian's bottom. 

The gentle touch of those fingers was causing warring sensations in Vivian. The maid's invasion of her rear entrance, followed by exposing herself to Mrs. Banks and now the woman touching her so intimately, was arousing Vivian all over again. At the same time, she couldn't help the fear that welled up inside of her, worrying that something worse might be to come.

"I wouldn't like to find out, Mrs. Banks."

"I sincerely hope you never do." The older woman lowered Vivian's nightdress back down. "You may get back up. You have this afternoon to rest, and you will find that you need it. Tomorrow you will return to the Practicum although you will have to make up your missed day on Saturday. We will forgo your usual punishment this evening, as you already received one this morning, however you will also receive your nightly spanking on Saturday - unless, of course, you make no mistakes." Mrs. Banks' tone said that she didn't expect that Vivian would be faultless, but she didn't condemn her for it either. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Banks," Vivian said. It was more than she had expected truthfully. She was quite relieved that she wouldn't have to travel in a carriage today and that she would be given the opportunity to further recover. Now that she'd something to eat and drink she found that her energy was flagging again. 

As the companion turned to go, a thought suddenly occurred to Vivian. "Mrs. Banks... my family... they won't be... effected by my actions this morning will they?"

The older woman turned back, looking rather blankly at the young woman, as if such a thought had never even occurred to her. "Of course not Miss Stafford. Whatever your transgressions are, they only effect you. The only way your family would be effected would be if you broke the marriage contract, otherwise you are the only one who will be beholden to your actions."

Relief suffused Vivian, but she had one more question.

"The Earl... you said he would like to spank me sometimes... even if I don't do anything wrong. Will he... do you know if he..." She could barely speak the words, feeling both vulnerable and embarrassed. Verbalizing what was done to her was one of the things Vivian struggled most with.

Mrs. Banks' smiled, easily realizing what Vivian wanted to know. "The Earl has little liking for the cane. And you're a very good girl usually, Miss Stafford. It would not surprise me if today was the only day of your life that you get a taste of it."

Seeing the relief on the younger woman's face, Mrs. Banks nodded her head and made her way out of the door. She knew that she'd left her student with much to think on.

Sitting down far too quickly on the bed as her knees shook, Vivian hissed and rolled onto her side immediately. How could she possibly keep forgetting the state of her bottom? Perhaps because she now had high hopes that it would never be in such a state again. Spankings hurt when they were happening, the birching had stung like fury, the tawse bit and throbbed, but nothing like the cane. If her future husband was reluctant to use the instrument then she was happy. 

Funny, how one's perspective could change so quickly with experience. Vivian curled up on her side, trying to ignore the slight sting that came from the compression of her buttocks in this position; she was tired of laying on her stomach and wanted a change. Now she knew that there were such things as preferable punishments - preferable over the much worse ones. She'd almost welcome a regular spanking after today! 

And to know that her punishments were not shared with her family, that was something she had begun to worry over once she realized how badly she'd failed this morning. At the time she hadn't cared, which was rather disconcerting. 

Strange, she thought as she began to drift off to sleep again, even with everything that her Marriage Training included, she had never even considered trying to break the marriage contract. The thought had never even entered her head.

******

Reading over the letter that Mrs. Banks had sent him that afternoon, Gabriel had mixed feelings. This was one of those moments when he wished he was able to be further involved in his future wife's training, and yet he also acknowledged that he would have been a hindrance to the goal. In some ways he was grateful that he would not have to be the one to so severely punish Vivian, because he wasn't sure if he could make himself do it. He truly had no affinity for the cane, although he'd witnessed it being used to great effect more than once. Some women truly enjoyed it... but it just wasn't his preferred flavor.

Part of him was glad that he hadn't been there and had to watch. Another part of him wished he had been there to witness, to control. But he didn't know if he would have been able to hold back from interfering, so perhaps it was for the best.

Sighing, he put the letter down in the box where he kept all the reports on his future wife, trying to refocus his mind back to what he'd been working on before the letter had been delivered. He would be with Vivian soon enough. Barely more than week before he'd be able to talk with and touch his bride in person, even if it wouldn't be during a training session.

Shifting his breeches to a more comfortable position, Lord Cranbourne bent over his ledgers.

******

Over the next two days Vivian worked harder than ever. Knowing that her family would be safe even if she didn't excel at her studies didn't make the punishments for her transgressions any easier... and Mrs. Banks didn't seem inclined to spare her bottom at all. The punishment the day after her caning was light, she'd earned ten spanks, and all of them went onto her bottom, despite the pink welts that still marked it.

And oooooh did they burn!

But, though she kicked and cried as the blows rained down, she received the pleasure that she'd become accustomed to afterwards. The same thing happened on Saturday when she made up her missed work from Thursday. 

Saturday evening, after her punishment, Mrs. Banks introduced a new device to her training. Vivian had become used to having her bottom fingered; now Mrs. Banks kept the young woman on her lap as she oiled up a rubber contraption that was being sold (at a very high rate) as a solution for constipation. Mrs. Cunningham had found that the rubber dilators were just as useful for stretching out a young woman's bottom, replacing the marble and polished wood instruments that had formerly been used in the past. 

It came in three different sizes, although the largest was rarely used, as they didn't want to stretch out that tight ring of muscle too greatly. Just far enough to accustom the young woman to an intrusion. 

The rubber felt strange between in Vivian's tight hole, she moaned and clutched at the legs of the chair as Mrs. Banks pushed it back and forth, shoving it deeper with every stroke between her reddened cheeks. Beneath that slim, pumping rod, the lips of her pussy were swollen and wet, becoming even wetter. It tingled and burned, her muscles stretching and pulsing around the invader. She could actually feel the same kind of pleasure building in her pussy, even before Mrs. Banks inserted her fingers into that sopping orifice. 

With her bottom filled by the strange dilator and her pussy full of pumping fingers, Vivian had an explosive orgasm over Mrs. Banks lap before she was put on her knees to clean the older woman's fingers. The dilator remained securely lodged between her lower cheeks as she performed this service, a slightly uncomfortable reminder of how little control she had over her own body.

Afterwards Vivian was laid down on the bed and the dilator was removed before she was tucked in under the sheets. Her bottom felt sore and tingly from being stretched, but it also contributed to the feeling of warm satisfaction between her legs. Sleepily, Vivian smiled at the reward that she'd been given. 

On Sunday she went to church services with the other students and spent the rest of the day in the school's gardens, walking and occasionally sitting on one of the benches. Thanks to the salve, which was applied daily by the maid, the welts from her caning were almost completely gone. Several had disappeared entirely and the rest were just pale pink lines across her flesh. 

Whenever she got the chance she inspected them in the mirror, reminding herself to be good from now on. 

She got her chance that evening, when she first felt the desire tingling between her legs, but no punishment or pleasure was forthcoming. Instead of playing with herself, the way she wanted to, she exerted some self-control. It occurred to her that she was still making a choice, even though Mrs. Banks liked to say that she no longer had control over her pain or pleasure. Vivian was quite sure that she could work herself into a state of climax again, before she was caught, as long as she was willing to pay the price for it.

But she wasn't. Not just to avoid punishment, but because she enjoyed her rewards. She liked being a good girl and earning praise. In part, the knowledge that she was doing it for her family was just an excuse. Perhaps at the beginning it had been true, but now that she was becoming more accustomed to the training that she was receiving, and knowing that her family would not be adversely effected by her actions, she had to admit to herself that she liked a great deal of her training. Even the parts that she didn't entirely enjoy, like the spankings, appealed to some part of her body because they certainly aroused her. 

The observer in the other room watched as Vivian traced the faint pink lines across her bottom and then called for the maid to help her undress and change into her nightrail. There were no movements in the moonlight or sounds to indicate that she was doing anything proscribed, although she did toss and turn quite a bit before settling into a sleep.

The next week was particularly hard on the young ladies who were part of the Practicum as they prepared for their first real social event. The tea that they would be holding that Friday afternoon was part of the Practicum curriculum, but it was also a chance for some of the respected and powerful ladies of the ton to cast their eyes on the latest crop of students before they were introduced to Society. Those venerable matrons could hold the key to a young woman's success once she was out, as long as she made a good impression on them. They were to show all the elegance and grace that they'd learned at the school, and their companions rode them hard on matters of etiquette, propriety and demeanor all throughout the week. After all, their performances would reflect upon the school. 

None of them were pushed as hard as Vivian, however. 

What the young ladies were unaware of, having made out the invitations, was that the ladies who attended the tea would often bring male escorts other than their husbands. Instead, their sons, nephews, grandsons and various other young male acquaintances would be dragooned into attending with them. For those maritally-minded young men, this would be an opportunity to look over the newest crop of young misses. 

For those who were less interested in the marriage mart, it was a move made to placate their older female relatives. 

Vivian knew, from the guest list, that Lady Audrey Cecil, the Marquess of Salisbury's wife and step-mother of the Earl of Cranborne, would be in attendance. She naturally assumed the the Marquess would be attending with the lady; she did not realize that it would, instead, be the lady's step-son, the Earl of Cranborne and Vivian's future husband who would escort her. In many ways it was fortunate for Vivian that she didn't know that she would be meeting him that week or she would have worked herself into even more of an agitated state.

While she wanted to make a good impression on her future parents, she felt reasonably comfortable in her manners and social acumen. Facing them would be nerve-wracking, but since she had no idea what they knew of her training she assumed they would be looking her over to ensure that she wouldn't be an embarrassment to their family. She felt fairly confident that she could comport herself well enough to reassure them on that part.

Especially with Mrs. Banks watching her like a hawk.

Besides, she had plenty of other matters to fill her mind with. On Monday evening she was tested again after Mrs. Banks plied the hairbrush to Vivian's blushing bottom and then put her to bed without giving her a climax. That made two nights in a row, and after the hard spanking with the hairbrush and having her bottom prodded and delved with the small dilator, Vivian felt as though she was on fire with need between her legs. She clung to her pillows, moaning so mournfully and thrashing so restlessly that more than once the observer in the other room almost ran to fetch Mrs. Banks.




Marriage Training Ch. 13



But Vivian's hands went nowhere near the areas her mother had always told her not to touch. It seemed that advice would stand her in good stead now, although she'd never been so sorely tested.

The next day it was even harder to keep up her concentration during the Practicum; she found her mental state to be almost divided between concentrating on the tasks at hand and lost in physical need. She smiled and chatted naturally with the other girls, not one of them guessing that her head was filled with thoughts of amorous need. 

That night Mrs. Banks introduced her to the crop. Not because she had been bad, in fact Mrs. Banks reassured her that she'd been very good, but in order to introduce her to more of the implements she might be punished with. Rather than being put over Mrs. Banks' lap, Vivian found herself bent over her bed with her body propped up on her elbows so that her breasts swayed beneath her. Every jerk in response to the bite of the crop had her nipples brushing against the covers of her bed.

After two days of denied pleasure, even the localized sting of the crop had her pussy flowing eagerly. Each mark was harsh, but so small that she couldn't decide whether or not she though the crop was worse than the hairbrush. It was certainly a very different sensation. She sank into the punishment, her pussy clenching every time the crop landed on the rising heat within her bottom.  Blows to her sit-spot had her crying out as the intense sting was particularly painful there.

When Mrs. Banks landed the first strike to Vivian's clit she spasmed, her body bucking hard as the little nub throbbed and swelled. 

"Oh no... oh no, oh no...." she moaned as her body tingled in response to the biting pain. Another blow, directly landing the flat of the crop on her clit, made her toes curl and her arms buckled as she jerked with the strange mix of pain and pleasure, so intense that she wasn't sure if she was climaxing or if the crop had just made her feel as though she was exploding. 

Then it landed and stayed, leather rubbing over that swollen, sensitive nubbin and Vivian screamed into the mattress as she came hard with a gush of fluid that trickled down her thighs. The climax, delayed over the past two days, had her sobbing with ecstasy. 

She was almost dazed as Mrs. Banks began to work the middle sized dilator into her bottom for the first time. The muscles cramped and stretched, so very sensitive in the wake of her climax, as her bottom was pushed open by the bulbous instrument. Vivian moaned and lifted her hips, offering herself up. It felt so very good to have something inside of her, fulfilling a need that she was just barely beginning to recognize. The pain of the dilator mingled with the lingering pleasure of her climax, her pussy occasionally convulsing as if the rubber prod was pressing inside of it instead of her anus. 

"Good girl..." Mrs. Banks crooned. "I'm so very pleased with you, Vivian."

Fingers pressed against her clit, rubbing knowingly, and Vivian found herself moaning and writhing again as pleasure burst through her. This orgasm was more gentle and more complete, traveling all the way to her tips of her toes and fingers as if her entire body was one large sexual organ. Her breath sobbed in and out of her with the overwhelming pleasure. 

Vivian's last hazy thought, as she was tucked into bed, was that she much preferred being a good girl to a bad girl.

******

Sitting in the chair before Mrs. Cunningham's desk, Mrs. Banks looked very much like the cat who ate the canary with a pleased smile on her face. "By the end of this week she should be more than ready to meet the Earl."

"Does she know that he's going to be at the tea?"

"She hasn't asked or even indicated that the thought has crossed her mind. Most of the girls seem to be assuming the the ladies will there with their husbands. They all seem more anxious than excited."

"As they should be," Mrs. Cunningham muttered. Although she knew the tea was necessary, she rather hated the event. Her own levels of anxiety were always high beforehand. After all, although the young ladies were being judged, even more so, she and her school and her teachings were being judged. Rarely had a young lady from her school been found wanting, but it was not unheard of. As long as the instances were few and far between then the school would maintain the reputation it had so carefully built over the years. 

Still, she always worried about possible disaster. 

"Will the Earl be observing at any point this week?" Mrs. Banks asked, rather curiously. Usually by this point in the week she had been notified as to when he would make an appearance.

"I don't believe so," Mrs. Cunningham said, her fingers automatically going to the note that was sitting on her desk. "I received a letter earlier saying that he hoped to be able to attend this evening, otherwise he would see her on Friday at the tea. As he did not make an appearance this evening I assume he was otherwise engaged."

Mrs. Banks nodded, feeling a bit of relief. Knowing that the Earl was watching always added an extra note of eroticism to the punishment sessions with Miss Stafford, but it was also nerve-wracking for her as well. While knowing that she was being observed and judged gave her an extra edge, that edge was also accompanied by other less pleasant tension.

"Tomorrow she'll visit the doctor?" Mrs. Cunningham asked, and Mrs. Banks nodded again in answer. "Good. We want her in perfect health before the Earl joins her training. A thorough cleansing should ensure that." After all, everyone knew that a healthy digestive tract was the key to maintaining general good health. It was part of why Dr. Young's Rectal Dilators were so popular - although Mrs. Banks intimately knew the other reason the implements enjoyed such high sales. "Do you have a lesson plan for when the Earl joins?"

"I'll have it finalized for you this weekend," Mrs. Banks said. The Earl would only be with them for the final week of Vivian's training before she graduated. Just long enough to begin the transition of Vivian's dependence from Mrs. Banks to her new husband. Although, of course, they wouldn't be married until after Vivian received her certificate for completing the school. 

The Earl had indicated that Miss Stafford would spend a few days with her family once she had completed her training, before their Saturday morning wedding. The banns had already been called at Saint George's during the past weekend, they would be called thrice more before the couple was wed. 

The companion had already begun planning how she would turn her authority over to the Earl over the coming week, although she didn't think she would have any trouble now. Vivian was truly one of the sweetest and most eager-to-please young ladies that she'd ever had the joy of working with. 

******

Being in Doctor Monroe's examination room was not nearly as awful as it had been in the past. Vivian still blushed a hot red as she was stripped down to nothing with a man in the room, but her anxiety seemed to lessen with each visit even if her embarrassment didn't. 

This time she was hard pressed to stifle her moans as her nipples were trapped in those bright, shiny clips that he'd used during her first examination. Dr. Monroe commented that she seemed to have become even more responsive, and Vivian knew this was true now that she understood the reactions her body was having. Parts of her that she'd never known existed had been awakened since that first examination. 

Mrs. Banks helped her up onto the table on all fours, so that her breasts swayed beneath her, throbbing nipples brushing the leather of the examination table, before the long tube for her enema was inserted into her bottom. It slid in easily after all the practice she'd gotten in the evenings from the dilators. Dr. Monroe murmured his approval of the elasticity of her anus; obviously still tight but certainly loosened... and she didn't panic.

Warm water began to fill her bowels and Vivian moaned at the sensation. It was something she couldn't quite get used to even though she knew what to expect. The water gushed in, until her belly began to pouch out and she cried out in protest at the amount of fluid that she was expected to take. 

"You're doing very well, Miss Stafford, just put your head down." Mrs. Banks rubbed the young woman's clit, watching as the fluid drained out of its container. 

Watching the two women together, Dr. Monroe regretted that the Earl was so possessive of his future wife. At other times during this procedure, with other students, he'd enjoyed having his hands full of their breasts or even receiving their oral attentions while they were filled to capacity. His cock was ragingly hard from the pretty picture the vivid redhead and cool blonde made. Completely nude, with those pretty pink nipples tightly clamped by the silver pinchers, Miss Stafford's bottom was raised high in the air as it was forced to accept the enema. 

Mrs. Banks' slim fingers rubbed along the younger woman's pretty pussy, her eyes alight with a sensual glow as she watched Vivian's reaction. Fully clothed, older, and yet very beautiful, she provided an intriguing and exciting counterpart to Vivian's submissive stance and demeanor. 

The conflicting sensations of being overly full and of burgeoning pleasure in Vivian's loins had her clutching at the table. In some ways it was nothing new, yet that didn't make it any easier to bear. Her bowels felt full to bursting and she thought she might actually explode before Mrs. Banks finally told her that she was finished. The little stopcock was turned and the nozzle to the enema left in Vivian's upturned bottom as the hose was unhooked.

Then Mrs. Banks told her that she was to receive her evening spanking - delivered by Dr. Monroe. 

The heavy male hand came down hard on Vivian's bottom, liquid sloshing inside of her as she jerked and rocked back and forth with each hard smack. All the while Mrs. Banks' fingers relentlessly rubbed against her sensitive pussy, mingling rising ecstasy with discomfort and the burning pain. Vivian could barely differentiate between the sensations as the spanking continued and Mrs. Banks' fingers began to pinch and roll and her clit.

The orgasm felt like it started in her toes, warm tingling sensation spreading all throughout her body. It didn't crash into her, instead it over took her and swept her into a long and extended bout of pleasure that had her crying out and sobbing. 

When she was finally helped down from the table and allowed to expel the enema, the relief was so great that for a moment she thought she had climaxed again. Vivian's legs were so weakened by her exertions and the intense pleasure that Dr. Monroe ended up carrying her to her bed again.

The following night her punishment session featured a whip that was made up of many strands of soft leather, the softest that Vivian had ever felt. Compared to some of her other punishments, it was almost pleasurable - especially since she had not earned a very large punishment that evening. She had a feeling that, with an increased number of strokes, the burn it produced could become quite painful. 

She didn't know why she had received such a light punishment that evening, but she was thankful for it. Perhaps if she had known that she would be meeting her future husband on the morrow at the tea party, and that Mrs. Banks had wanted her to be able to sit easily for that first meeting, then she would have found more anxiety and less pleasure in it.



Marriage Training Ch. 14



Author's Note: This is part of a series which is definitely meant to be read in order, if you haven't read the previous chapters it's recommended that you do so.

Enjoy~! 

******

To Vivian's surprise she was not allowed to choose her own dress on Friday. The maid came in with a new one that had been made especially for her and sent by Mrs. Banks. It was a gorgeous creation of mint green and ivory with tiny accents of gold; the exact colors which set off her coloring beautifully and made other murmur that, in the case of Miss Stafford, perhaps red hair wasn't always an affliction. And for those who actually appreciated the unusual coppery red tresses, it raised her to the level of a goddess.

She had no idea that Lord Cranborne had commissioned the dress especially, with the measurements provided by the school, from one of the most well-known and in-demand modistes in London. The soft fabric slithered over her skin, caressing her body, and Vivian shivered with the sensual pleasure of it. The dress was easily the most beautiful thing she'd ever worn, with delicate beading around the neck and bodice, it was cut to accentuate her hourglass figure in an elegant way. There was nothing overtly sexual about the dress, in fact it was quite modest, but it was extremely enticing. 

Admiring herself in the mirror, Vivian couldn't help but smile. The dress gave her that extra little boost of confidence that she needed, especially since at the tea she was going to be meeting her future parents. While she had confidence in her manners, she had to admit that this was better than she'd hoped to look when meeting them. Not that any of her dresses had been shabby since she'd begun attending Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School, but none of them compared to this either.

Finishing off the toast that had been provided for her breakfast, Vivian hurried from her room and to the school's entrance. The other young ladies were gathered there, all of them were early and chattering excitedly. While they were aware that today's tea was a test, they were also in high spirits and feeling fairly confident - exactly how their training was supposed to make them feel. They were also all dressed in their finest day dresses, looking rather splendid as a group. The companions looked on with the smug satisfaction of teachers who had every confidence in their students, bolstering the moral of the young ladies even further.

******

It quickly became apparent that the gentlemen escorting the ladies who had been invited for tea were not their husbands. The revelation sent the young misses into even further heights of tension, although they were all too well-schooled to show it. Several of the young men had already attached themselves to one of the students, others were looking bored as if they desired to be anywhere but where they were although they were too mannered to say so, and several did a kind of round-robin between the young misses in an effort to speak with each of them. They were spread out on a patio beside the gardens of the house, as the weather was cooperating beautifully, and it gave them a good bit of room to host a section of the party.

All in all the tea was going very well, although Vivian was still on pins and needles waiting for Lady Salisbury to arrive. Would she bring the Marquess, her husband, or would she bring the Earl, her step-son and Vivian's future groom? 

Despite the attentions of several young gentlemen who had arrayed themselves in the group around her settee, Vivian's eyes were constantly flicking to the doorway as her tension ratcheted upwards with every passing moment. Several of the grande dames of the ton inserted themselves into her group, silencing the young men who waited for the delightful Miss Stafford's attention again. Vivian acted was quite natural and sweet, her manner unaffected, and the grands dames found themselves delighted by her, despite the hoydenish color of her hair. Obviously, going by the gentlemen who were waiting eagerly for their turn to speak with her again, the bright color wasn't a complete set-off and her manners spoke for themselves. And, of course, they all knew that she was already affianced to an Earl and that spoke well for the girl, even if her father was a mere Baron. 

Satisfied, the ladies smiled and uprooted themselves to move onto the next student. As they did so the men naturally scooted closer to the delightful Miss Stafford, each making the effort to be the one to gain her attention now that it was free again, and it was this sight which greeted the Earl of Cranborne when he walked into the room with his step-mother on his arm. 

Before he was even announced his eyes had sought out his bride, easily found with that bright hair and the dress that he'd commissioned for her. She looked mouth-wateringly beautiful, vulnerably innocent, and entirely enticing. When he'd commissioned the dress he'd only thought about the effect that it would have on him, not on the other swains that would be attending the tea. Their engagement would only make her more interesting to them - when one man was willing to commit himself to a woman, it made the others want to discover why. 

Although Gabriel was quite sure that none of them would discern his reasons. 

Still, he was more than a bit irked to see that Viscount Marchland was one of the men seated beside his betrothed. While the others hovering about her were younger and less threatening to a man of Gabriel's stature, the Viscount was beginning to garner a reputation as a rake. He was younger than Gabriel, but that just meant that he was closer to Vivian in age. Seeing him seated beside her had Gabriel's chest clenching with the possessive demand to go and claim his wife - never mind that they hadn't had the ceremony yet.

"Relax, Gabriel," his step-mother murmured, tapping her fan on the arm that her hand rested on. Obviously she'd felt the tensing of his muscles. "One would think you're unhappy to be here."

No, he was quite happy to be there, if only to immediately chase off all the young puppies that were dancing attendance on his bride. Especially Marchland. He didn't see Audrey's lips curve as her words had no effect on her step-son; his entire being was focused on the enchanting young woman in green.

Vivian was far too anxious to be frightened. When she'd heard the Earl of Cranborne announced, she'd immediately looked to the door and had her gaze caught by the darkest, hardest eyes she'd ever seen, belonging to what might be the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. He truly was like something out of a dream. Slightly older than the young men who were gathered around her, he made them look like unfinished clay next to his polished and confident demeanor. Everything about his attire was impeccable, from the unrelieved black of his outer garments against the crisp white shirt and intricately tied cravat. Dark hair waved back from a face that looked like it had come straight from one of the gothic romances that she liked to read - a more melodramatic woman might say that it was carved by angels.

She was so caught up in his glittering gaze that she almost forgot to breath, although her lungs felt so constricted that air seemed like an unnecessary commodity anyway. Self-doubt seized her. What on earth could this supremely confident and attractive man want with her? Why would he have chosen someone like her? 

While she felt that she could often look quite pretty, especially today in her new dress, she fell far short of the alluring perfection of the vision in front of her. How could she possibly be a fit wife for him? He needed a Diamond of the First Water. Vivian wasn't anywhere close to that title. 

Beside her, one of the men was saying something, but she couldn't hear a single word coming from his mouth. All of her attention was on keeping herself from panicking and running. Heat rose in her face as the Earl began to make his way towards them and the desire to flee intensified. 

She was so distracted by his mere presence that she almost didn't notice the woman on his arm until they were nearly to her area. This was his step-mother? The Marchesse was a stunning beauty, looking of an age to the Earl rather than old enough to be his mother. She had thick chestnut hair with coppery highlights that glinted in the sunlight, bright hazel eyes and a classically beautiful face with creamy ivory skin. The beautiful violet dress she was wearing set off her well-endowed figure wonderfully. Vivian was aware that more than one of the young gentlemen that had been paying court to her were now eyeing the other woman with blatant appreciation.

The Earl should be with someone who looked like his step-mother, Vivian thought rather despairingly. Not someone like her with her unfashionable hair, skinny figure and plain features. Plain compared to the Marchesse, that is. 

Rising at their approach, Vivian managed a beautiful curtsy to the Marchesse and the Earl, murmuring a polite greeting. When she looked up again, her future husband was looking at her with a hard expression that she didn't recognize, whereas her future mother seemed delighted.

"It's wonderful to finally meet you, Miss Stafford," the Marchesse said, stepping forward and taking Vivian's hands in her own. "I'm very much looking forward to welcoming you to the family."

"I'm very honored," Vivian said, feeling as though she might faint. It was all she could think of to say, and she could barely get the words out. The Earl was still looking angry, although he'd transferred his gaze Lord Marchland. At least he wasn't looking at her like that, not that it helped settle her stomach at all that his dark gaze wasn't directed at her. The Marchesse was smiling warmly at her, which helped to bolster her spirits. 

Noticing what Vivian was looking at, the Marchesse sighed. "Gabriel, why don't you take your intended for a walk in the garden?" She smiled at Vivian. "I'll remain here and entertain these young men for you."

"Oh..." Vivian floundered, looking towards the wall where she'd last seen Mrs. Banks standing in hope of receiving some guidance. Several of the men had stiffened upon hearing Vivian openly referred to as Cranbourne's intended, but Vivian didn't even notice them as she searched for, and failed to find, her companion. The students weren't supposed to leave their designated areas, but how could she deny a Marchesse? 

Then her future husband stepped forward, proffering his arm, and her decision was made for her. "Come along, my dear."

Since the Earl was the one who had arranged and paid for her presence at the school, she didn't feel as though she could deny his request. Tentatively she placed her hand on his arm and he immediately covered it with his own, pulling her away from the group with one last dark look for Lord Marchland. When he turned his gaze back to hers, it was distinctly milder although still intense. The kind of intensity had changed however; before he'd looked angry, now the way he was looking at her made her feel rather warm inside. 

He didn't speak until they were down the steps leading into the gardens. "You look beautiful in that dress."

Coming from a man who looked the way he did, the compliment seemed even greater. Vivian blushed with pleasure, a little tingle going through her belly. 

"Thank you, my lord."

The look that she got in return was rather sardonic. "Call me Gabriel, please. As we're to be married in a short matter of time, it seems only appropriate."

"Oh... yes. I just... it seems so intimate when we don't really know each other," she said quietly. "I know more about you than you might realize," he said, but he didn't seem insulted. Instead she had the feeling that he was studying her. "And I'd be happy to tell you whatever you'd like to know about me."

"Why me?' she blurted out. Of all the things she had wondered about him, all the things she wanted to know about him, that was the most pressing. Especially now that she'd seen him. Surely this man could have had any bride that he desired, he was far too attractive, too masculine, too virile, to have to settle for an impoverished Baron's daughter. 

They had moved deeper into the gardens. Although she didn't realize it, Gabriel had been maneuvering them towards the higher plants and bushes since they'd entered them, wanting a few minutes of privacy with his fiance before he had to return to the party and share her with others. Although he didn't intend to share her very much. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, taking her further along the path, one eye on the patio that they'd just left so that he would know when they're out of sight.

A delightful blush spread across her cheeks. "Why did you choose me for... for your bride when... I mean... surely you could have any woman you wanted."

Gabriel admired her perseverance. She was obviously embarrassed and intimidated, but she still asked the question that was most dear to her heart. Even more so, his jaded cynicism appreciated that she didn't immediately ask about his houses or lands, or anything financial or grasping, the way some women might have. Indeed, her question only reassured him that he'd made the absolutely right choice in his bride. 

"Perhaps not any woman," he murmured, turning towards her now that they were just out of sight - but still within earshot - of the tea party. "I'd say the Princess is a bit above my touch." Perhaps it was cruel to tease her, but he had to admit that he rather liked seeing her a bit riled, rather than so palely composed as she had been when she'd greeted him and his step-mother. 

"And you're far above mine," she said, shrinking in on herself a little, her emerald green eyes falling away from his.

Now that was unacceptable. Gabriel cupped his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Vivian sucked in a breath as their gazes clashed, he'd gone from being almost friendly and teasing, now that they were alone, back to looking quite irritated. What had she said, she wondered a little despairingly, to spark such a look of condemnation from him?

"Vivian," he said, the very sound of her name being uttered in that deep, gravelly voice sending a shudder of pleasure through her. "I did have my choice of any woman that I wanted, and I chose you, because you are what I want. And if you run yourself down in my hearing again, I will put you over my knee and spank you immediately."

Now it felt as though her lungs might actually collapse in on themselves. She didn't know it, but her pupils dilated, making her green eyes look almost black. The hand on her chin was firm but gentle, he'd both complimented her and threatened her, and the most astonishing wave of tingling need had gone through her at his words. Her fantasies of being put over a male knee and spanked had never featured such a man like this; so careful of her and yet so demanding. 

Dark eyes bored into hers, demanding a response.

"I'm sorry," she whispered thickly, although at the moment she could barely remember what she was sorry for. Her mind was still questioning why he would have chosen her; her body couldn't have cared less why, only that he had. 

Unconsciously she leaned towards him, an innocent's response to her attraction and the fact that they were already touching. A gentleman would have - should have - gently dissuaded her. Gabriel, after seeing her surrounded by other men, had been angling for this as soon as Audrey had suggested that he take his future bride for a private walk. He'd seen her being trained, knew that she was slowly being prepared for him, but he found himself wanting something more than that. 

A completely private moment, untouched by Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School, unwatched and uninfluenced by Mrs. Banks, a moment outside of the training he'd commissioned for his bride. One that none of those other men could ever hope to have with her. Gabriel slanted his lips over hers, his free arm wrapping around to cage her body the way that his other hand had caged her face. 

Warmth bloomed in Vivian's loins as his lips pressed down on hers, her hands coming up automatically to press against his chest. The arm that was wrapped around her body was unyielding, pressing her into him. Everything about him was hard and muscular against her softness, except his lips which were so wonderfully soft and inviting. The arm around her back tightened and she gasped... and when her lips parted his tongue thrust into her mouth.

It was shocking and exciting, and so similar to having Mrs. Banks push her fingers between Vivian's lips that she immediately, innocently, suckled on his questing tongue. Gabriel groaned and hauled her closer, delving deeper into her sweet mouth and memorizing the taste and feel of her. Vivian felt giddy as he moved his tongue against hers and taught her how to kiss, so very similar but so very different from what she had been doing with Mrs. Banks. Was this what Mrs. Banks had been training her for with her fingers?

The thought seemed faraway in her mind as her body came to life against the Earl's. Her fingers curved inwards, around the fabric of his jacket, as she moaned and shuddered against him. Tingling awareness filled her, sizzled along her skin, as her breasts grew heavy and full and the area between her legs became swollen and wet. Hunger flared between them, he took possession of her mouth and she let him, feeling as though some need she'd been unaware of during her training was finally being met.

When the kiss slowed, shallowed, and then ended, she whimpered. The Earl placed his lips gently, almost reverently against hers. 

Someone, one of the other female students, had a high-pitched laugh which had impinged on his senses, the only thing that had kept him from pulling Vivian deeper into the garden and exploring her further. Although some liberties would be allowed because of their impending nuptials, such a blatant indiscretion would never be excused. Which meant that he had to get himself under control, and exert that control over her. 

Because it was obvious that she was all too willing to follow where he led.

His reaction to her submissive passion had been more intense than he could have anticipated. The fantasies that she had fueled in him, for months now, were so close to culmination that it was agony to wait for the actual event. At least he could console himself with the thought that on Monday he would be participating in her training and he would gain some measure of relief. Not to mention that he would finally be able to put his hands all over her in the way that he desired. 

******

For the rest of the afternoon, the Earl was a perfect gentleman. He danced attendance on Vivian, fetching her a new cup of tea or a new plate of sweets whenever she looked to be in need, charming her with anecdotes about his lands and his family - his sisters sounded delightful - and behaving with such elegant aplomb that she could hardly credit his threat to spank her. Or that he was the man who had her undergoing such rigorous and occasionally painful training. 

Although, she could see that while he obviously enjoyed catering to her needs, that he had the same kind of arrogant confidence as did Lord Marchland. In both of them that arrogance was well-merited. Any woman below the age of sixty, and possibly some above, would feel at least a faint flutter of the heart when under the gaze of either man. 

Everything about the Earl's demeanor was possessive; indeed, by the time they had returned from their walk in the garden, Lord Marchland had already quit her area and was sitting with her friend Emily and her entourage. Vivian was rather glad of it, because the Earl (she couldn't quite think of him as Gabriel yet) seemed much more relaxed once he saw that Lord Marchland had changed his seat. Several of the other young men remained, chatting with both her and the Countess (and some of them watching the Countess with worshipful puppy-dog eyes), but none of them seem to provoke the Earl's ire the way Lord Marchland had. 




Marriage Training Ch. 14



She was still confused by his desire to have her for his wife, especially as she registered the envy of the other young woman scattered around the room. More than one was constantly flicking her eyes over to the man by Vivian's side, but he didn't budge, even to make the rounds and greet them when his stepmother did. 

Unfortunately she wasn't able to speak with him as much as she would have liked, to ask questions or get to know him. Not when they were surrounded by others that she was expected to entertain. Conversation was dictated by the social niceties of the ton, talk of the weather, the latest play, etc. She was able to ask very few personal questions, although she did try, and directed several his way until she caught Mrs. Banks looking at her rather severely. Cutting the other guests out of the conversation was not a good example of hostessing, although the Earl didn't seem displeased by it. 

In truth, she'd learned more about him during their short private walk than she had with him seated by her side for the rest of the afternoon. And her mind was constantly whirling around that kiss... her very first and it had been so... so... so... 

Fortunately none of the young men seemed to mind receiving little more than an absent minded smile when she forgot herself and dwelt on the kiss rather than on the conversation. Of course, Mrs. Banks' sharp eyes caught everything.

******

Returning to the school, triumphant and flush with success, the young women had a boisterous and enjoyable dinner together. Afterwards they wanted to spend more time together, but one of the companions informed them that they would be receiving their lectures as usual; plenty mistakes had still been made that needed to be gone over, even if none of them had been large enough to permanently harm anyone's social standing or reputation. One of the other students twitted Vivian that she would probably be scolded for going off with Lord Cranborne, even if he was her betrothed. 

Vivian fervently hoped not, she wasn't sure what else she could have done.

******

Gabriel's carriage ride home was not as comfortable as he might have wished. The afternoon had been something akin to torture, to have Vivian so close and yet be unable to even touch her without breaking the bounds of propriety. Their short walk and the clinging kiss had been risky enough. Despite their engagement, blatant misbehavior would still reflect badly upon her and would damage her reputation, which could have consequences for her younger sisters. Such were the vagaries of the ton. 

Because of that he was already feeling temperamental, and his emotional state was not assisted by remembering the way Lord Marchland had been sitting so closely to Vivian when he'd first arrived. Originally he hadn't planned to attend the at-homes that he'd been informed she and the other students would be going to this upcoming week, but after seeing the men surrounding her, he knew he wouldn't be able to stay away. So more torturous afternoons where he would be able to look but not touch. He hated that he had to wait until Monday evening to truly touch her again and that he would have an even longer wait after that to claim her irrevocably. He wanted peace and quiet to think and to plan and to fantasize about the upcoming week.

Instead he got a chattering stepmother who was practically glowing as she praised his future wife. He was glad that Audrey was so excited about her new daughter and that she would be giving his father a favorable report, but he wished that she would ride silently and keep her observations to herself. Of course he could always order her to be quiet, and she would. His father had the same preference in women that Gabriel did, but it would hurt her feelings and that his father would assuredly not tolerate. So he did his best to nod in appropriate places and keep a tight grip on his temper.

Perhaps it was for the best that Audrey was there to distract him, he thought with resignation. After all, a carriage ride with an unrelenting erection - as would have been the result if he'd been able to think about the upcoming week and Vivian's training - was probably not a comfortable way to travel. 

******

When Mrs. Banks finally arrived in Vivian's room that evening, her neutral expression didn't give away any of her thoughts. Nervously, Vivian stood and immediately went to her punishment chair to hear the list of transgressions. She was almost eager to hear them, on a day which had been a true test of the lessons that she'd been learning. She also wanted reassurance that she'd done the correct thing by taking a walk with the Earl; part of her wondered if she should confess that wonderful kiss... but she didn't want to. Somehow it seemed like something private, but she didn't want to discover that Mrs. Banks already knew about it and that it would be counted among her transgressions.

After all, a kiss was certainly indiscreet behavior, especially given the venue, even if it was with her intended. 

But the walk was not included in the list of mistakes that Mrs. Banks read off of her notebooks. The actual list was quite precise, full of small nuances that were not truly transgressions but were more areas of improvement - such as her obvious focus on Lord Cranborne and her attempts to discover things of a more personal nature when she was directing the conversation among a group. Such was not how a hostess was to engage her guests, and Vivian had known it even as she had done it. 

Still, she couldn't regret such behavior, as the Earl had seem pleased by her obvious focus on him, even if the other young men hadn't. And she had found that, almost immediately, she very much wanted to please him. Not just for the sake of her family or the state of her bottom either.

When Mrs. Banks recitation came to an end, Vivian perked up a bit in surprise. 

"Mrs. Banks?" she asked hesitantly.

The companion raised an eyebrow at her, surprised by Vivian's hesitation. Several weeks into her training, Vivian had moved seamlessly from recitation to punishment, without interruption. The young woman's usual good behavior meant that she must have some reason for delaying her punishment, although if she was doing so for a frivolous reason then Mrs. Banks would just add to it.

"Yes, Miss Stafford?"

Vivian hesitated, not wanting to earn herself extra punishment, but at the same time wanting to ensure that she understood why she wasn't being punished for her walk with the Earl. "I disobeyed your order to stay in my location during the tea... am I not to be punished for doing so?"

"Are you looking for extra punishment?" Mrs. Banks inquired, rather surprised. After all, that was certainly not how she read Vivian's character, but she wanted to be sure.

"Oh no," Vivian shook her head. "But I did disobey an order... I just don't understand."

She looked so earnest, so determined to ask even though she didn't want to add to her spanking, that Mrs. Banks couldn't help but smile fondly at her. That was just the kind of reaction that Vivian provoked with her sweet submissiveness. 

"Any order from your husband will supersede any direction that you've received from another party," Mrs. Banks explained. "Including myself. He wanted to stroll with you and therefore that took precedence over my injunction that you remain in the location you were assigned. Any time your husband issues you a new order, you will not be punished for disobeying another's."

"Oh..." 

Mrs. Banks gave Vivian a moment to think that over, knowing that the young woman had become accustomed to think of Mrs. Banks as the one in control. The idea that there was someone atop Mrs. Banks in the line of command would need a moment for Vivian to adjust to. She could see the spark and flare of interest in Vivian's green eyes, the slight curve of her lips as she assigned her future husband his place in the hierarchy. Vivian responded automatically to dominance, and have the Earl be the acknowledged top of the heap only made him more attractive to her, although she wasn't consciously aware of it. 

"Will I see him again before the wedding?" she asked, feeling both hopeful and wary. After all, the Earl was an entirely new entity to her and she had been both startled and excited by his appearance and attentions. While she wanted to know him better, he was also a complete unknown to her, which always made her anxious.

"Most assuredly," Mrs. Banks said. She held out her hand to assist Vivian to standing, cutting off any further questions or conversation, and leaving the young woman to assume that she would be seeing her betrothed at next week's at-homes, not in the evenings at her training. 

Somehow, being nude in front of Mrs. Banks had regained some of the vulnerability and anxiety that Vivian had originally experienced. She knew it was because now she couldn't help but picture the Earl in her companion's place, helping her to strip out of her dress and then tying her hands behind her back. Would he remain fully clothed, the way Mrs. Banks did? Or would he disrobe as well before tipping her over his lap?

Her bottom high in the air, head tilted to the floor, Vivian's hands twitched in their bonds as she realized exactly how exposed her lower body was. Not just her bottom, but that private area between her legs that she was not allowed to touch. This position made it entirely visible, and for the first time she was truly aware of what that might mean to be so exposed to a man other than a doctor. Vivian shivered as Mrs. Banks lay one hand on her back, remembering the way the Earl's hands had felt - one firmly holding her chin in place as he'd ravished her mouth, the other pressing against her back to hold her close to his hard body. 

"I'm going to use the hairbrush this evening, Vivian," said Mrs. Banks, her voice cutting through the younger woman's fantasies. Vivian's only response was a muffled little moan, as if she would have liked to protest but knew better than to attempt it. "You were perfectly aware of how you should have behaved and yet you chose to ignore your duties as a hostess. By now you should have known better."

THWACK!

The flat wood smacked against Vivian's bottom, hard and stinging, and she yelped even as she wondered if that's what a man's hand would feel like. The Earl's hands were so much larger than Mrs. Banks', his muscles stronger, perhaps a spanking from him truly would feel like the flat of a hairbrush against her cheeks. 

SMACK!

The meaty thunks were immediately followed by Vivian's whimpers as each one was a little bit more harsh, a little bit more severe. The first few swats had been firm, but they had also been to warm up Vivian's skin. As the creamy surface began to take on a pinker hue, Mrs. Banks felt able to swing the brush with more gusto, knowing that the pert little bottom in front of her was ready for it. Dark red bloomed and faded after each strike, turning the overall color a deeper pink as the spanking went on. 

THWACK! CRACK!

Vivian's legs kicked out for the first time as she let out a strangled cry, flaming pain shooting through her and straight into her tingling core as the brush landed against her sensitive sit-spot. 

SMACK!

It landed on the sit-spot of her opposite cheek and Vivian's feet kicked again, her body wriggling as flashes of pink and copper were revealed between her legs. Her tears finally overfilled her eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks, and yet her insides seemed to pulse in time with the tempo of her spanking, the wetness between her legs becoming slicker even as she cried out with the stinging burn of her bottom cheeks. 

Every smack made her hotter and hotter, both in pain and pleasure, as she lost herself in the fantasy of the Earl, his dark eyes burning into hers, his hands handling her body easily. Her bottom moved up and down, as if to meet the hairbrush as it descended, the front of her womanhood rubbing against Mrs. Banks' thigh in a way that sent trickles of pleasure threading their way through the spanking. 

It hurt. There was no way to keep it from doing so, nor would Mrs. Banks have wanted it to - this was punishment after all - but it also aroused Vivian to a fever pitch. Not only did she naturally respond to having another's dominance exerted over her, but her body was now trained so that it expected pleasure to follow such an ordeal and it prepared itself for that, despite her pain and tears. 

When the brush finally laid its last imprint on Vivian's reddened cheeks, Mrs. Banks tucked it swiftly into her pocket before putting Vivian on her knees. The watery green eyes and tear tracks over her cheeks made her look particularly vulnerable as Mrs. Banks held out her fingers for Vivian to suckle. Smiling approvingly, the companion watched as the younger woman relaxed, taking comfort from her after-punishment routine. 

Nudging her foot between Vivian's naked thighs, Mrs. Banks pushed them apart a bit. "Spread your legs further Vivian."

The position made her look almost lewd, with her breasts thrust out by the binding of her wrists behind her, pink nipples tightly ruched, thighs spread enough to show off the damp copper curls between her legs. She sniffled, licking and suckling at Mrs. Banks' fingers as they moved in and out of her mouth. The companion rather thought that Vivian would make the transition well on Monday, although she might be taken aback to be presented with the Earl's cock rather than his fingers.

Vivian was kept on her knees for a while, rather dazed after her spanking as she usually was, nearly mindless from the anticipation of pleasure that was to come. Hopeful, now that she knew that pleasure didn't necessarily follow punishment. Anxious that this might be one of those evenings. 

She needn't have worried. Mrs. Banks was pleased with her student, especially because she'd been able to see how pleased the Earl was with her. Once Vivian was off of her knees and laid out on the bed, Mrs. Banks took some time to fondle the young woman's breasts, sharply pinching the pink, budded nipples until Vivian was practically writhing from the need that had grown between her legs. Then fingers slipped down into that slick aperture, rubbing and teasing and probing. One, two, slid inside of her, giving her the delicious sensation of being stretched as other, clever fingers plucked at the little pleasure bud that was so swollen and achy.

Vivian climaxed with a scream, her hands fisted in the bedsheets, as she saw the Earl's dark eyes in her mind, his hungry look, and the feel of his body pressed against hers.



Marriage Training Ch. 15



Author's Note: This story is meant to be read as a series and should be read in order. Enjoy! 

******

Gabriel prowled around his father's house the entire weekend. He'd gone there rather than staying in his own London home in order to distract himself from the emptiness of his house. Soon he'd be bringing home his bride, but it couldn't be soon enough for him. 

Seeing Vivian again, finally being able to touch and talk with her, had only solidified his desire for her. Granted, he'd been close to the point of obsession with her for several years now, because he'd thought that she'd be exactly the type of wife he'd always wanted to have. From the moment he'd met her at the wedding, he'd sensed untapped passion and the sweet eagerness of a true submissive. 

At that moment he'd decided to have her for his wife. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for men of his stature to decide quickly on the woman they would wed, due to whatever factors they'd decided upon to choose their brides by. Marriages were brokered and bartered within the ton on a regular basis, sometimes without the parties having met at all. 

With Vivian, Gabriel had seen his chance in her family's financial straits and had seized it. What he hadn't expected was this overwhelming rush of emotion now that the time was nigh. In some ways he'd wondered if perhaps his anticipation would render the reality anticlimactic; instead, she'd roused a possessive jealousy and tender awe that he'd never experienced before. 

Then again, he'd never taken a wife before. 

From watching the training sessions he'd been able to attend, he knew that she was everything he wanted in a wife when it came to her desires and physical responses. At the tea party he'd learned that she could ensnare his senses fully clothed and with nothing more than a few soft words. He'd hated every other man who'd received a smile from her lips, a moment of her shining eyes, or received a laugh in return for a quip.

While he knew that he couldn't sensibly keep her from interacting with other members of Society, part of him desperately wanted to. For the first time he was assailed with his own doubts, especially after seeing Marchland's interest. What if Vivian didn't find him as appealing as he found her? What if her awakened passions including a desire to test the waters with other lovers? 

Throughout his entire life, Gabriel had been self-assured and confident in matters of the bedroom. He'd never had a jealous moment in his life or worried that his prowess might not be enough to satisfy a woman. After all, hadn't he been the one to end every single one of his affairs? The endings of which were often accompanied by tears and pleading. 

But, he now realized, he'd never have really cared if any of those women had been the one to end their association. He would have easily shrugged and moved on. For the woman who was to be his wife, that wasn't an option. Not just because of the difference in their relationship, but because of these strange new emotions that had invaded him. Insecurity was new to him and he didn't quite know how to deal with it.

He would have to bind her to him in this next week, mind, body, heart and soul. A month ago he would have felt quite assured in his ability to do so. This weekend he was wracked with self-doubt and an unsettling emotion that felt uncomfortably like desperation.

******

The sensation was like a tingling in the back of her neck, one that said she was being watched. But being watched was something she had become accustomed to, because Mrs. Banks was always watching her, but this was different. It was stronger, more disturbing, and impossible to ignore, as if all of her senses were trying to tug her in one direction at once. 

Smiling at the matron who was chattering away in front of her, Vivian tried to shift to the side, trying to see whether or not she was imagining things. 

"Lady Cowper," a deep voice purred behind her and Vivian's neck actually did tingle as all the hairs on it lifted at once. "I see you've met my fiancé."

A warm hand engulfed hers and brought it to his lips for a kiss, dark eyes flitting over her face before turning back to the woman in front of o her. Lady Cowper was beaming with delighted approval at both of them, to her relief, not at all put out by Vivian's immediate distraction.

"Miss Stafford and I have been getting acquainted," Lady Cowper said, giving Vivian another approving nod. "I must say Cranborne, I was quite surprised. Very pleasantly so. You've chosen admirably." She smiled at Vivian and held out her hand, which Vivian immediately took, although it meant relinquishing the Earl's. "It was quite delightful to meet you, Miss Stafford. I hope to see a great deal of you after you finish school." That last comment was accompanied by a look at Lord Cranborne, who let out a resigned sigh and gave a short bow to the Lady before she moved away. Vivian couldn't help but smile, obviously her future husband had the usual male impatience with social events...

But then why had he shown up at this at-home? Since Mrs. Banks had told her that she'd see him again she'd assumed that he'd appear at some point during the week, but certainly not the first one. And he didn't seem entirely pleased at Lady Cowper's implication that she expected to see them at more events following the wedding. Or was it just that he preferred at-homes to other social gatherings?

There was so little she knew about this man she was to marry, she thought as she turned to him, looking up at his face. She didn't know it but her expression was full of curiosity and questions, and she was looking to him as if he had the answers. It was exactly the kind of look that called to the deepest, most protective and authoritative parts of him. 

"My Lady," he said, making the formal words an endearment rather than an honorific. Vivian blushed as he retook possession of her hand and settled it upon his arm. "Shall we?"

She nodded and they sallied forth together as a couple, mingling with the others and being shadowed by the ever-present Mrs. Banks. 

Interacting with other members of the ton had already been a stark lesson for Vivian in how the Practicum differed from reality, although she was very glad for the lessons for they gave her a confidence and grace that she would not have otherwise had. Being on Lord Cranborne's arm added an entirely new element. He was so very confident, so very masterful, and for the first time she was attached to power rather than standing back and observing it. 

When he spoke, people listened. His opinions mattered. More than, they influenced others. And he was so very engaging. It was easy to talk with him, both within a group and when he would catch a private moment with her as they walked. Although she felt she learned more about him by observation than by direct interaction, in part because she felt that there was a difference in the way he behaved towards her than towards the others.

Beautiful women fawned on him, making her feel incredibly insecure, but his stance at her side never wavered. And he took their admiration, their flirtations, as his due, responding with a casual air that nonetheless cut them off at the knees. Men vied for his attention, his approval and advice, and he listened to what they had to say although he wouldn't always appear to be listening very intently.

With Vivian he was much warmer, much more attentive to what she said. It felt, occasionally, as if he was studying her in the way a child might study a butterfly. Under his gaze she felt fascinating, beautiful and alive. She didn't realize how much she was blooming under his attention, that others could see the way he affected her as well. It caused much consternation among the ladies, who had assumed at the rakish Earl's marriage would cause no real upset to his usual activities - even if he hadn't had a mistress in quite a while - and among the men who were starting to see Miss Stafford through the Earl's eyes.

Or, what they imagined were his eyes. But they only saw her beauty, her poise and grace, her wit and pretty manners. None of them saw deeper, to the abiding need within her that craved approval, the natural submissive which the school was nurturing and which he would bring into flower.

As much as he appreciated the other's admiration of his future wife, Gabriel also found it harder and harder to reign in his possessive impulses. It wasn't that he truly took the other women's attentions as his due, he honestly didn't notice them because he was too distracted by the woman on his arm. Too wrapped up in ensuring that she didn't lack his attention or admiration, because he knew that the lack of affection from their spouses was what caused most of the women among the ton to seek out other lovers. Although he would never have a mistress to war with his attention as many of their husbands did, he still wanted to ensure that, in this arena, Vivian's own head wasn't turned by other's attentions.

Not until hers were more firmly fixed upon him.

For Vivian it was a rather glorious visit, other than when she compared her beauty to that of the women who were constantly trying to converse with the Earl. However, she was somewhat reassured by his obvious preference for her company, although they were not able to speak privately once.

She would have liked to get to know him better, personally, rather than just hearing fascinating tidbits in passing reference. More than once someone would ask him after one of his siblings or his father and stepmother, but of course he didn't respond beyond affirming their general well-being. She overheard quite a bit of political discourse, as well as his opinion of the latest play, the finest stables for buying horses from at Tattersall's, and a curricle race that he'd driven in a few weeks before. Unfortunately no one shared details, as it was assumed that everyone had already heard the gossip.

So Vivian just smiled and enjoyed hearing about her future husband, fixing in her mind questions for him later when they would have the opportunity to speak privately.

Unfortunately no such private moment occurred that afternoon, but she still thrilled to being seen off to the carriage by him. The other students looked on, envious but excited, as he kissed her hand and helped her into the carriage. 

"I look forward to seeing you again," he murmured, so quietly that she knew no one had overheard. It was also so quickly that she had no opportunity to respond, but he must know that she felt the same. 

Dark eyes clashed with hers for a moment, through the window, before the carriage set off. Vivian knew she would dream about those eyes later.

******

That evening Vivian was in for the shock of her life when Mrs. Banks entered her room, at the usual time, followed by the Earl himself. She'd begun to stand up from the chair she'd been sitting in before the fire, only to find herself swaying as her stomach dropped and her head actually spun. Seeing her unsteadiness, Gabriel practically leaped forward, crossing the room in a few strides, to clasp his hand about her arm and steady her.

With her head tipped back to stare up at him, soft lips slightly parted in surprise, her pale face and huge green eyes made her look almost fragile. There was a hint of pleasure in her expression as well, as the shock faded, and anxiety and a bit of fear as well. The combination caused him to harden immediately, something that he was growing quite used to when it came to his bride. Fortunately tonight he would finally be able to soothe some of that wild need.

"I... what... what are you doing here?" Vivian's tongue felt thick and awkward in her mouth, stumbling over her words as her mind whirled. 

Gabriel smiled, his dark eyes glinting in the firelight. The contrast of his white cravat and shirt against his black coat and dark good looks was dramatic, making him look like sinful temptation personified. 

"This is Marriage Training, sweetheart," he said, gently but with a thread of satisfaction in her voice. Or was she imagining that second part? "Surely you realized that at some point your husband would be a part of that."

No... She hadn't. She hadn't thought about it at all, really. Rather naive of her in many ways, but she'd been so focused on her daily activities, working at avoiding too harsh of an evening punishment, that she hadn't seriously thought about what future training might be like. Things had settled into a routine and she'd assumed it would remain so, until after her wedding.

"I... I..." 

"It's okay, sweetheart," he said soothingly, cupping her chin in his hand and running his thumb over her pouting lower lip. Her trembling slowed as he touched her, touching him with how trusting she was. How wonderfully submissive. She required gentle handling when it came to change, just as Mrs. Banks' reports had indicated, but it was well worth it to see her reaction to his soothing. To know that she could be calmed by the touch of his hand, his reassurances. It was a gift, and not one that he took for granted. "I'm mostly just going to be watching, I won't interfere with your normal routine."

Vivian flushed a beet red, her gaze going beseechingly to Mrs. Banks. The older woman just looked at her blandly, making it obvious that she wasn't going to intervene, and Vivian remembered what the companion had said about the Earl's wishes superseding anyone else's. 

"Good girl," the Earl murmured as her mouth opened and then closed again, obviously cutting off a protest or a plea. The heat in his voice sent a shiver right through her spine, even as warmth flooded at her at the accolade. Somehow it seemed to mean even more coming from him than anyone else.

He stepped back, releasing her arm from his hold, and Vivian felt suddenly bereft, her skin still tingling where he'd touched her. 

"Come sit down, Miss Stafford," Mrs. Banks said, interjecting for the first time as she nodded at Vivian's punishment chair. Her voice was gentle but firm, indicating that she had some sympathy for Vivian's shock but that she expected the young woman to behave herself. 

With much more wariness and anxiety than usual, Vivian moved to her chair, feeling as though the air had somehow thickened so that she was moving in slow motion. Behind her she sensed the Earl moving as well, and when she sat she could see that he had moved one of her chairs near the fire closer to the punishment chair, facing it. Heat suffused her entire body and she knotted her fingers tightly in her lap, willing herself not to stand and run.

Of course she'd known that one day her husband would be the one in Mrs. Banks' position, but even as the weeks passed that "one day" had seemed so far away. She certainly hadn't expected it to come now, tonight. 

Feverishly she wondered if he would be the one to spank her... and then remembered he said he'd mostly just be watching. She wasn't sure whether she felt relieved or disappointed about that. Although, just knowing that he would be watching excited her somewhat as well. 

"Are you paying attention Miss Stafford?" 

"Yes Ma'am," Vivian said immediately, drawing herself up in her chair and forcing herself to attend to her companion's lecture. It was not the easiest task, when she could feel the Earl's eyes upon her, but she did not want to earn any extra punishment for the evening. Not with her future husband looking on, and especially not if he would be watching the punishment in question. 

For Gabriel it was easy to block out Mrs. Banks' voice as he studied Vivian at close range, able to look at her and drink his fill of her features. Something that he wasn't able to indulge in quite so much during the at-homes or when he'd spied upon her previous evenings. Seeing her like this, within reaching distance, was so much more comfortable and satisfying that peering through a spyhole. And during the day he couldn't allow his gaze to linger on her bosom or the pulsing of her throat or the way her soft lips parted for her tongue to sweep across them. Now he could look at whatever part of her he wanted, so very close and personal.

He could see that she was doing her best to behave, to listen to Mrs. Banks' lecture, but that his presence made her nervous. Of course, he enjoyed knowing that he had that effect on her. That knowing he was nearby made her blush and tremble. It would have been very disappointing to him if Vivian had become completely inured to her training and he didn't have the joy of seeing her blushes and hesitations. 

When Mrs. Banks finished the lecture and stepped back, waiting for Vivian to stand so that she could be stripped, his future wife's big eyes flitted to where he was seated. Although he knew she wouldn't realize it, he was already achingly hard, just from being so close to her and the anticipation of what was to come. Slowly she stood, trembling, her fingers still twined about each other in front of her, as if she was afraid to break them apart. 

"Turn around," Mrs. Banks commanded, obviously realizing that Vivian was going to need some help to disrobe tonight. After all, the last time she had done so in front of a man he had been a doctor. Not the dark, engaging, intimidating man who had paid for her schooling and training, to whom she owed her family's well-being, and who wanted complete dominion over her body. The idea of being completely bare in front of him made her heart race with a heady mix of fear and excitement. 

Somehow, during the day light hours, it had been all too easy to forget that he was responsible for what happened to her in the evening. He was so charming, so considerate... and now he was sitting and watching with avid eyes as she was prepared for her nightly punishment. 

Vivian avoided his gaze as Mrs. Banks unbuttoned her dress and helped her step out of it. A hot blush filled her cheeks and she felt quite faint as she was stripped down to her undergarments. She'd grown so used to this part of her routine that she hadn't been particularly aware of her nakedness for days, but now she could practically feel her future husband's eyes traveling possessively over her body. It made her nipples harden and press against the soft fabric of her chemise and she could feel wet heat already blooming between her legs. 

Just having him sitting there, watching, heightened every sensation that went through her, even though she wouldn't look at him.

She hesitated and whimpered a bit, earning a sharp smack on the back of her thigh from Mrs. Banks when the woman tried to put Vivian over her lap for the first time. The positioning would have her bottom and privates pointed straight at the Earl, giving him a spectacular view that, so far to Vivian's knowledge, had not been shared with anyone other than the doctor and her companion. Vivian had no way of knowing that the Earl had already seen her completely unclothed, albeit not from this close of proximity. 

So when she was finally arranged over Mrs. Banks' lap, her hands bound behind her back, with her bottom pointed at the Earl, she kept her legs tightly closed as tears of humiliation sparked in her eyes. It made her feel horribly exposed even though her pussy just got wetter and wetter with each added step of the evening.

"That will be six extra with the hairbrush for misbehavior," Mrs. Banks said severely and Vivian moaned, shuddering. She hadn't wanted to misbehave, she was just so... so... 

SMACK! SMACK!

The blows came down hard on Vivian's bottom, one on the center of each cheek and she jerked, her legs parting before she remembered that the Earl was behind her and she quickly snapped them shut again. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Although Mrs. Banks was counting out each swat to Vivian's delightfully twitching bottom, neither the young woman nor the Earl were paying her any heed. Vivian was too busy concentrating on trying to keep her legs completely shut against the Earl's prying eyes, and Gabriel was too busy watching with delight as his future bride's beautiful pink pussy peeked and winked at him. Her flesh jiggled and pinkened under Mrs. Banks' unforgiving hand, the pink folds of her pussy opening and closing as her legs began to kick.




Marriage Training Ch. 15



It was as if the Earl's presence in the room had motivated Mrs. Banks to smack Vivian's bottom even harder than usual. The young woman cried out, unable to twist or buck away due to the heavy arm across her back which kept her held firmly in place. Her bottom felt like it was on fire and she no longer cared that the Earl was watching, her legs kicked out with abandon as she wept tears onto the floor. 

Fortunately she had mostly done well during the at-home and the spanking didn't go on for very long, in comparison to some of the punishments she'd earned in the past. Still, it was no relief to Vivian when it stopped, because she knew what was still to come. There was only a moment when Mrs. Banks shifted beneath her, and then the dreaded hairbrush came down on Vivian's already blushing behind. 

Vivian howled as the sturdy wooden implement caught her right beneath the curve of her buttocks, on her sit-spot, which was very sensitive even when it hadn't been recently spanked. Shifting in his seat, Gabriel could see that, despite her cries and tears, Vivian's pretty pink pussy was becoming wetter and wetter, the glossy slick of her juices already coating the tops of her thighs. She was everything he'd dreamed she'd be and more. 

When the six blows of the hairbrush had finally been delivered, Vivian lay quiescent and submissive across Mrs. Banks' lap, vowing to herself that even if the Earl came with the companion to every punishment session from now on, she would not balk at disrobing before him. After all, being naked in front of him hadn't hurt, no matter that he'd seen all of the most private parts of her body. Being spanked with the hairbrush, on the other hand, had hurt quite a bit. As well as being an added humiliation that he'd seen her misbehave and then be soundly punished for it. 

It was well she had decided that before Mrs. Banks oiled her fingers and slid one into Vivian's bottom, because the young woman tensed and almost protested again. But the tight, red skin of her cheeks, as well as her thoughts, stopped her before she uttered more than a squeak at having her person invaded before the Earl's watching eyes. 

For himself, Gabriel felt as though he was in sexual agony, watching how easily Mrs. Banks penetrated Vivian's tight little rosebud. He could tell from the way Vivian's cheeks clenched and then relaxed that she wasn't entirely happy about being so violated, probably because of his presence since he knew that Mrs. Banks had begun performing this service last week, but she didn't try to stop what was happening either. In fact, after a few moments the bright pink cheeks of her bottom relaxed and she let out a little moan. 

His cock felt like it was going to burst out of his trousers and he shifted uncomfortably. Mrs. Banks glanced over at him, a knowing look on her face, and nodded her head. Taking that to mean it was almost time for what he was most looking forward to, Gabriel reached down and released his aching member from the tight confines of fabric. Unlike Vivian, he didn't feel the least bit embarrassed about baring himself, all he felt was relief that his torment of waiting for his future bride would soon be over.

It was all he could do not to run his hand up and down the turgid shaft as he watched Mrs. Banks work a medium sized dilator into Vivian's little bottom hole. The soft moans and whimpers coming from his bride's mouth only added to his dilemma, but he just held himself still, knowing that the eventual reward would be worth the wait.

The steady stretch of Vivian's rear entry was both pleasurable and uncomfortable, not in the least because she knew that the Earl was watching the thick rubber plug as it was worked back and forth in her tight channel. Her muscles strained to accommodate it, as they did every evening that Mrs. Banks inserted the thing, until finally they loosened and the most bulbous part of the prod slid into place inside of her. Once it was securely lodged, Mrs. Banks helped her slide to her knees. 

But instead of being presented with the companion's fingers, Mrs. Banks stood and gestured at the Earl to take his seat. 

Seeing her future husband for the first time since she'd begun undressing, Vivian's red-rimmed green eyes grew wide with shock and curiosity. With the tears still drying on her face, she looked more than fetching as she knelt before the punishment chair. The position made her feel incredibly small as her husband sat before her on the hard chair, the curious, fleshy appendage that was jutting out of his trousers in front of her face. 

It was long and thick, with a rounded head that had a little slit in it where a drop of whitish fluid had gathered; at its base was a trimmed crop of matted dark hair. The color of his flesh there was darker than the rest of him, more reddish looking, and veins ran over its surface. The rounded, blunt end looked squishy and textured. Vivian couldn't take her eyes away from it.

Although she'd known that men and women were different, and she'd had some idea of what a man might look like from having seen the animals in the fields, nothing could have prepared her for the reality which was now only inches from her face.

"This is your husband's cock," Mrs. Banks said, stroking Vivian's hair in a soothing manner, as if she expected her young charge to be upset by her first glimpse of a man. Upset wasn't what Vivian was feeling though; she was more curious than anything else. Curious and aroused, her bottom tightening around the thick rubber inside of it as her insides clenched. So close to the Earl she could smell the clean, woodsy scent of his cologne, as well as something that was muskier, earthier. She wanted to lean into him and breathe in those intriguing scents. Mrs. Banks' hand pressed on the back of Vivian's head, pushing her closer, and Vivian went willingly. "You are to treat his cock as you have my fingers."

Startled, Vivian looked up - first at Mrs. Banks and then at the Earl. The cock was much, much bigger than Mrs. Banks' fingers and Vivian wasn't quite sure how it was supposed to fit into her mouth. The hungry intensity that the Earl was looking at her with quite unnerved her as well. 

But the hand on the back of her head didn't give her much choice and Vivian found herself leaning forward. Her cheeks pressed against the stiff rod and she was surprised at how hot and hard it felt against her face. Experimentally she flicked out her tongue and licked it. 

The Earl moaned and his hips rolled, pushing his cock at her. Vivian was fascinated by the discovery that such a small touch could have such a large effect on him. 

"Again," he said, in that deep voice that stirred her insides. 

Not at all loathe to continue her experiments, Vivian began to lick up and down the length of his cock the same way she had occasionally done with Mrs. Banks' fingers. While she knew that she was expected to put the large appendage inside her mouth, she fervently hoped that the Earl and her companion would give her some time to work up to it. It was a rather intimidating prospect.

Fortunately the Earl seemed quite pleased by her efforts, watching her with glittering dark eyes as she explored him with her mouth, working her way from the base up to the tip. 

Mrs. Banks knelt down to the side of, and partially behind, Vivian. Sliding one hand between the younger woman's legs to seek out the wet folds of her pussy, she reached into the cleft of Vivian's bottom to find the base of the dilator that was still wedged inside of her. While she would leave Vivian's ultimate pleasure up to the future Earl, she would tease and build the young woman's climax. It was the best way to ensure that Vivian associated this act with pleasure. 

Tracing her fingers along the sopping wet folds of Vivian's pussy, Mrs. Banks began to twirl and pump the dilator in the younger woman's back door. Vivian's eyes glazed over as the sensations washed through her, her hands twitching in their restraints which were still behind her back. Seeing the sensual enjoyment on his future bride's face, Gabriel reached out and slid his hands into her hair, bringing her lips to the tip of his aching cock. 

Distracted by the wonderful sensations in her pussy and the slight discomfort but still enjoyable sensations in her bottom, Vivian automatically opened her mouth to accept the offering before her lips. Her jaw had to open much further to fit the knob of his cock into her mouth than it would have for Mrs. Banks' fingers, but she found something rather satisfying in the act. She was used to suckling on Mrs. Banks' fingers at this point in the evening, had found comfort in it following her punishments, and now she felt the same except with the addition of a more extreme arousal as she was teased and played with.

Gabriel groaned as his future wife took him deeper, her hot, wet mouth suckling at his flesh with enthusiasm. He was both envious and aroused at watching Mrs. Banks touch Vivian so intimately, wanting to replace her hands with his own, and yet enjoying the sight all the same. There was something quite headily powerful about sharing his bride in such a way, although he knew that once she was graduated from the school he would not willingly share her with anyone.

Soon she would be all his, to touch and caress and pleasure and punish. Already Mrs. Banks was beginning the transfer of dependence from herself to him, manipulating Vivian's body to feel pleasure as she pleasured him, introducing him into their nightly routine. Every night this week they would take her a little further, push her a little harder, until he and Mrs. Banks had switched roles and she would be the observer and he would be the disciplinarian.

Using the gorgeous, flaming locks of Vivian's hair, Gabriel began to move her head back and forth on the length of his cock. She tried to pull away as he went deeper, almost touching the back of her throat, and he stopped his momentum. While he didn't allow her to pull away, he didn't push her either, and waited until she had relaxed. 

"Breathe through your nose," he instructed her, kneading his fingers into her scalp to help relax her. "Try to swallow me down your throat. You don't have to succeed yet, I just want you to try."

As he began to move her head again, sliding her mouth until just his head was between her lips, and then forcing him to take him deeper again, Mrs. Banks began to pinch at her clit. Vivian moaned with pleasure around the thick meat in her mouth, automatically relaxing her throat, and to her surprise the head of his cock slipped quite easily into that space. It felt strange and thick, but before she could panic from realizing that it cut off her airway, the Earl was sliding her off of him again. 

And then he pushed her back down, but this time she was prepared. The groans that came from his mouth as her lips slid down almost to the base of his cock made her shudder with pleasure. There was something intensely satisfying about hearing him make such involuntary noises and knowing that she was the cause. 

The burgeoning pleasure in her own core was making her even more eager to suckle on his cock, her tongue and throat working as the need built inside of her. It was an almost automatic response, as she had no control over the way Mrs. Banks was touching her, but she had some control over how she suckled on the Earl's cock. And the needier she felt for climax, the more enthusiastically her mouth worked on his turgid flesh.

Even the stopper in her bottom had begun to feel good as it was pulled and pushed and twisted, her insides clenching in delight as every last nerve was pleasurably tantalized. Yet she couldn't quite reach climax, as Mrs. Banks knew the warning signs too well and immediately removed her fingers from Vivian's clitoris and returned to teasing the young woman rather than satisfying her. Feeling almost frantic, Vivian suckled even harder on the Earl's cock. 

"GODS!" His head fell back for a moment as his hands tightened on her head. "I'm going to come... swallow it all, sweetheart... Oh bloody hell..." His fingers spasmed and then tightened again. If she could have, Vivian would have asked what she was supposed to swallow, but just as she thought of the question, she received her answer.

The rod in her mouth throbbed, expanding and pressing against her tongue, the underside of it pulsed as spurts of fluid was forced through it and out the tip, straight down into her throat. Salty, bitter sweetness filled her mouth, and she might have spit it out due to surprise but with the Earl's tight grip on her head she had no choice but to swallow it down. The hot fluid seemed to burn her throat and stomach, even as her ears were filled with the Earl's satisfied groans.

Once the pulsing stopped the hard flesh in her mouth seemed to soften and shrink a bit, allowing her to get her breath back. The Earl's fingers on her head loosened and he rubbed her scalp, making her hum with pleasure again. Her own body was still throbbing with need and she rocked her hips against Mrs. Banks' fingers, only to moan as the other woman gave her clit one last teasing pinch and withdrew. 

"Good girl," the Earl said, and a rush of pleasure went through her. She looked up at him, her mouth still wrapped around his shrinking cock, and she didn't know it, but pleading filled her eyes. Fortunately for both of them, her pleasure was already part of the plan, for after that performance he didn't think he could deny her anything. Gently he removed her swollen lips from around his cock, which was still half hard and if she continued sucking on it he knew he'd be back to full mast in a matter of minutes. But now it was time to see to her and her pleasure, to reward her for a job well done. "Come up here Vivian."

Gently he helped her to her feet and then to straddle his thighs. She blushed as her wet pussy folds were parted by the position, her breasts thrust into her face, but she was too needy to truly care about her modesty. Neither of them noticed as Mrs. Banks quietly slipped out the door. Vivian was too far gone in her erotic need and Gabriel was enjoying having her soft womanly curves on his lap, her wrists bound behind her and her body completely open to him.

While she knew that her position was completely immodest and that she should be embarrassed by the way she was splayed out over his lap, Vivian's pleasure-driven senses didn't care how wanton she appeared. The taste of him was still in her mouth and she couldn't deny that she yearned for his touch on her skin; his hands larger and rougher than Mrs. Banks'.

"So beautiful," he murmured, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently.

Vivian closed her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. 

She loved hearing that he thought so and the way that he was looking at her made her shiver with delight, but she couldn't look at him while she thanked him for such a sentiment. Despite her wanton need, she still had too much ingrained modesty to feel comfortable expressing gratitude over his perusal of her body if she had to look into his eyes while she did so. 

The harsh pinch of her nipples had her eyes flying wide open as she let out a shocked cry, her back arching.

"Eyes on me, sweetness," he said sternly, his dark gaze boring into hers. Tears sparked in her emerald depths as she wriggled a bit on his lap. Between his fingers her nipples throbbed, the tight pinch biting into her flesh even as it caused her insides to clench with anticipation.

While she didn't fully understand why a bite of pain made her pleasure so much more intense, why it aroused her so, there was no denying the reaction. Gabriel amused himself for a moment, tugging and pulling on the rosy tips of her nipples, making her arch forward with little whimpers. 

"Please... please..."

"Please what, sweetness? Tell me what you need." Gabriel twisted those rosy little buds, watching as Vivian shuddered above him. One day he would be able to spend all afternoon tormenting the tempting swells in front of him, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted to reward her. He knew that prolonging the time before her climax would make it that much more intense, especially if her delightful nips had been attended to, but he didn't want to make her wait so long that it became a punishment.

Still, remembering her delightful blushes when Mrs. Banks had made Vivian ask for an orgasm, he certainly wasn't going to deny himself. He wanted Vivian to admit what she wanted, needed from him. And if it made her face turn a delightful pink to match the pink of her well-spanked bottom, then all the better. 

"I... I..." Vivian closed her eyes as the heat rose in her cheeks. Her voice lowered to a pleading whisper, horrified that he was going to make her speak her desires out loud. "Please... I... I need to..." Her voice went even lower, to the barest thread of a whisper. "I need to climax."

Gabriel pinched her nipples tightly again. "Look at me, sweetness." He was met with pleading green eyes, lashes wet with tears, and a hot blush that went from her cheeks all the way down to her collarbone. It was quite enchanting. He smiled. "Ask and you shall receive."

Tonight at least.

Pulling her forward by her nipples, Gabriel brought her mouth to his, kissing her deeply. To his delight Vivian sank into the kiss eagerly. As she was shorter than him, her position on his lap put their lips on the exact same level, allowing him to easily fondle and kiss her to his heart's delight. 

One hand continued to caress and squeeze the soft flesh of her breast while the other went between her legs. He moaned in her mouth as his fingers plunged between her folds, finding her soaking wet with cream. Vivian whimpered against his lips, her body wriggling on top of him, eager and needy. Already his cock was hardening again as he slid one long finger inside her molten heat. 

A man's hands were completely different. Or maybe it was just Gabriel's hands that were different, because Vivian certainly didn't remember Dr. Monroe touching her with this kind of desperate need. His mouth devoured hers, ravished hers... and his hands... god his hands. The sensations he elicited were exquisite. Shattering. Her nipples still thrummed with the sting of his rough treatment, yet she found herself craving it now that he was being gentler. 

The thick finger pushing inside of her stretched her muscles deliciously, her thighs tightening around his as the heel of his hand rocked against her clitoris. Vivian found herself moving atop him, rocking against him as if he were a horse and his hand the saddle. It was better than any of the half-formed fantasies that she'd engineered during her time at the school - more dangerous, more desperate. Indeed, she was absolutely desperate for his touch, his mouth, his approval. 

And he did seem to approve. 

When his hand left her breast she only had a moment to be disappointed before it had slid down behind her. He gripped one tender buttock, making her yelp against his lips before he pulled her body roughly into his. Fingers worked busily between her thighs as she rubbing herself against him, her sensitive nipples raking across the fabric of his coat, emphasizing his clothed state against her nakedness. It was domination of both physicality and mentality that she didn't consciously realize but which her body immediately recognized. 

Vivian's head fell backwards as he released her mouth. It felt like every inch of her skin was on fire, from the stinging heat of her punished bottom, to the fiery passion between her legs, to the tendrils of flame that licked her senses as Gabriel bent and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. It was the perfect storm of combined sensations to send her careening over the edge.

She writhed against him, sobbing as the powerful release overtook her body, sending her senses reeling. It was almost too intense to bear and if she could have begged him to stop, to let her be for a moment, she would have. Instead, all she could do was cry out helplessly as he tugged and twisted on the plug in her bottom, grinding his hand against the wet folds of her cunt and sucked hard on the proud pink nipple that was filling his mouth. Vivian would have fallen from his lap if it hadn't been for his secure hold on her, her passionate writhing making him tighten his grip wherever he held her. 




Marriage Training Ch. 15



Sobbing, she felt her body bend and arch as wave after wave of passion spent itself. Unlike Mrs. Banks, Gabriel did not stop or slow as she climaxed... if anything his attentions increased, and the peak of her ecstasy broke only to give way to another. 

Hot liquid splashed against her stomach as her undulations rubbed her body against Gabriel and he spent himself for the second time. He would have been embarrassed at his loss of control, but Vivian was too beautiful, too passionate in her responses to him, and he doubted any other man would have fared any better. Seeing her climax for him had been the most gorgeous sight he'd ever beheld, one that he knew he would strive for again and again and again. Not that it seemed like it would be difficult. 

He could tell that his efforts were exhausting and overwhelming her. Reluctantly he slowed his movements, allowing for a natural descent down from the heights of ecstasy that he'd drive her to. Her cheeks were wet with tears again, her lips swollen and her face flushed. Both of her nipples stood out proudly on her chest, reddened from his treatment of them. 

It burned him that he couldn't take her home with him this very evening. 

Still, he got a certain amount of satisfaction out of caring for her. Vivian clung to him sweetly as he untied her wrists and soothed the skin beneath the scarf she'd been bound with, cleaned her belly and thighs of the evidence of their passions, and picked her up to tuck her into bed. Her lashes fluttered sleepily as he drew the covers up around her and he had to fight back the impulse to climb in with her.

If he did he'd never leave. 

"Tomorrow," he whispered gently. "I'll see you tomorrow."

A sleep smile curved Vivian's lips even though her eyes were already closed, and he pressed a soft kiss to them, tasting her for one last time before he forced himself to quit the room. 

Mrs. Banks was waiting on the other side of the door for him, forcing him to compose himself and keeping him from returning the room as a part of him yearned to do. Straightening herself up as he exited, the companion smiled at him encouragingly, dispelling any awkwardness in the air. 

"I hope you found everything to your satisfaction, my Lord."

"Very much so," he said, his mind's eye already going back to the intimacies he'd just exchanged with his future bride and those he was imagining for the future. "Thank you for your assistance."

"It was my pleasure," she said, as she began to walk with him down the hall. "If you'll accompany me to Mrs. Cunningham's office then we can go over the pace of the transition for the rest of the week. Miss Stafford seems to accept your presence eagerly, so I see no reason why we shouldn't hasten to have you completely in charge of her evening punishment by the end of this week."

Well pleased, as the original schedule had called for Gabriel's having to wait until after he was wed - under the assumption that Vivian would not adjust easily to the change in her routine. He hoped that her easy acceptance indicated a decided preference for his company and wasn't completely an aspect of her submissive nature. Considering the trouble she'd had with other changes to her nightly routine, he didn't think he was being overconfident in thinking that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her and had reacted accordingly.

If Mrs. Banks felt put out by her charge's eager transition, her calm face didn't show it.



Marriage Training Ch. 16



Vivian was a bundle of jumbled nerves when she heard the Earl of Cranborne being announced at the at-home she was attending the next day. Immediately her face flushed a bright red, as it had been doing during intermittent intervals all day, whenever she thought about the events of the evening prior. Once she'd woken up and the images had come flooding back into her mind, she'd thought she'd die of embarrassment on the spot.

How could she face Mrs. Banks again? Or her future husband?

He'd touched her so intimately and she'd behaved so wantonly in response... while she'd gotten rather used to Mrs. Banks seeing her in such vulnerable states, it was completely different when there was a man there. Even if he obviously enjoyed what he'd seen.

Now, as she turned to face her future husband and the man who had seen her completely unclothed and put his hands and mouth on her body, she wished that she could sink into the ground. Could anyone tell? Would anyone look at them and know? 

"Good afternoon, sweetheart," he said, stepping in front of her and bringing her hand to his lips. Realizing that his broad shoulders blocked the sight of her flaming cheeks from the rest of the gathering, and that his words did not indicate any change in his regard of her, Vivian felt her tension unwinding. 

"Good afternoon, my Lord," she said, falling back on the courtesies of society. Indeed, it seemed that the social niceties were designed to help smooth over awkward moments such as this. "Lovely weather today, is it not?"

The earl's dark eyes glinted with approval and Vivian felt her embarrassment fade even further. "Quite lovely, although I must confess that it could be storming outside and I'm not sure that I would notice right now."

Vivian's cheeks flushed again, although for a very different reason this time. The compliment thrilled her, as did the obvious appreciation in the Earl's eyes. It seemed almost as though they were sharing a private joke, in the midst of all these people, who had no idea what they had done the previous evening. Like a secret between bosom friends, it made her feel closer to him than she'd ever felt before.

She hadn't been sure what to expect from him today, what he might say or do, but it seemed that their evening was to remain completely private. Under the eyes of society, their behavior was completely unremarkable, rather enjoyable to watch in fact as society always tittered over love matches - which the Earl of Cranborne's was now rumored to be, despite the fact that the papers had been signed long before his bride had been seen with him in society. The Earl's disinterest in the women who were continuing to pursue him, as well as his behavior towards Vivian during the at-homes, was spurring quite a bit of new speculation. Originally the match had seemed completely arranged, considering the age of the bride and the fact that she was still in school and had not yet been presented; no one had expected him to change his patterns of behavior for her. Instead it appeared that his bride had captured his attention and possibly his heart.

Although his step-mother and his younger sisters had informed him of the gossip, it wasn't something Gabriel was particularly interested in. He did not feel that he knew his future bride well enough to say that he loved her. When he'd first met her, her submissive nature had called to him and he'd wanted her. The sweetness that he'd seen had captured his attention. Knowing that he was expected to marry, and so far had not found a woman that he'd be satisfied to have as a wife, he'd made the decision then and there that Vivian would be his. 

Watching her training he'd become almost obsessed with her sexually - little wonder that no other woman snared his attention, although he would not have dishonored Vivian even if one had. That was not his way; he had committed himself and he would stay committed. Having sampled a large banquet of women, garnering him the reputation as a rake, he was now quite happy to settle down with the dish that appealed to him the most. 

Granted, he was also growing to care for her more and more. He found that he enjoyed talking with her, felt excessively proud when she was on his arm, and that he absolutely lived to light her face with a smile or to hear her sparkling laughter. Having seen the happy love that his father and his step-mother had found, as well as his sisters and their husbands, he wanted the same for himself. Like his father he had his own particular fetishes and so he'd searched out a woman who would meet those needs. 

So far Vivian was everything he'd hoped for and more.

Watching her slowly calm under his approval and easy conversation, he was again reminded of how naturally, wonderfully submissive she was. She glowed when she saw him opening approving of her behavior. The effect that he had on her only increased his desire for her; both that he could arouse and calm her, that she looked to him for precedent and guidance, and that she trusted him already. 

He was so enthralled by just being near her that he didn't notice Lord Marchland's approach until it was too late. 

"Miss Stafford," said the handsome rake, bowing over her hand. 

Gabriel had to stifle the impulse to snarl and snatch his bride's fingers away from the reprobate. While there were plenty of rakes and willing ladies within the ton, there were also rules surrounding the seduction of said ladies. Only the worst of the worst seduced true innocents, which Vivian obviously was. However, wives were fair game. As Gabriel's betrothed, Marchland's advances could follow one of two agendas - either trying to entice Vivian away from Gabriel or setting the foundations for a seduction after she was married.

Like Gabriel, Marchland had never lowered himself to seducing the innocent young misses that flooded the marriage mart every year, and he seemed in no hurry to settle down, so Gabriel's money was on the latter motivation. And it was not one that helped to calm his rising jealousy and possessiveness over Vivian. 

"Lord Marchland," said Vivian, with a little dip of her skirts. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

"Not nearly as pleasurable as it is to see you," returned the smiling rake. 

It took all of Gabriel's considerable willpower not to forcibly remove that smarmy grin. Fortunately for everyone involved, Vivian had smoothly recovered her hand and placed it back atop the one that was already resting on Gabriel's arm. It was almost like she was clinging to him, he thought, with a small spurt of pleasure.

"Marchland," he said sharply, combining his greeting with warning. Beside him, Vivian stirred and peered up at him with those fathomless green eyes.

"Cranborne."

The other man sounded amiable, almost cheerful, as if he knew exactly the effect his presence was having on Gabriel's peace of mind and was amused by it. 

"I didn't realize you were acquainted with Lady Hawthorne," Gabriel said, referring to their worthy host.

"My grandmother is a good friend," said Lord Marchland with a shrug. "And when the old dragon beckons, a good grandson must do his duty." He smiled at Vivian, as if inviting her to share a private joke, and Gabriel coughed to cover his instinctive snarl.

"That is very good of you, to try and make your grandmother happy," Vivian said, giving him only the slightest of smiles back. 

Although the Earl's face gave away nothing, she could feel the tension that was practically vibrating through him and she knew that he didn't like Lord Marchland. It seemed to calm him whenever she would touch him; unfortunately there was only so much she could do within the bounds of propriety. Perhaps if Mrs. Banks hadn't been hovering on the edge of her awareness she might have been more bold, but she was already clinging to Gabriel's arm in an attempt to help calm him.

She realized with a start that, for the first time, she'd thought of her husband by his first name. And it had felt entirely natural.

The revelation made her smile brilliantly up at him, completely missing the little conversation gambit that Lord Marchland was making. The demonstration of obvious affection for her future husband left him beaming back at her, while Lord Marchland frowned in surprise. Although he'd heard rumors that the match was one of affection, he hadn't truly believed that the rumors might have merit until now. There was something about the way the couple in front of him were looking at each other that hinted at an intimacy that an arranged match would not encompass.

After that, the conversation was quickly over and Gabriel and Vivian were on their way to speak with some of the other guests of the house. 

As they walked, Vivian leaned closer to Gabriel.

"Why don't you like Lord Marchland?" she asked curiously. Immediately Gabriel's face darkened and she almost regretted asking the question. Although nothing could take away from his handsome face, he was almost frightening when the storm clouds gathered on his countenance. 

"He's a rake, a rogue and a scoundrel," Gabriel said in a low voice.

A little smile flitted across Vivian's lips, she couldn't help it. "I've heard the same about you, my lord," she teased. 

"Ah, but I'm about to be married, so I'm reformed. And my step-mother has informed me that reformed rakes make the best husbands," he teased back, enjoying the way Vivian giggled. She shook her head up at him.

"And I was never in need of reforming, so what does it matter what Lord Marchland does?"

The storm clouds gathered again and Gabriel dragged Vivian into an alcove with only a quick look around to see that no one was watching. Only Mrs. Banks had her eyes on them and he knew that the companion would see to it that they weren't interrupted. 

"You will stay away from Marchland, sweet. No," he said, more forcibly as she started to open her mouth to speak. "There are certain men you should stay away from because they would want to... persuade you to intimacies. The kind of intimacies that only you and I should share." He cupped Vivian's chin, stroking the soft skin of her cheek. "And some of them, if they couldn't persuade you, might resort to force. I will protect you, but you must never be alone with anyone that you do not know or that I have told you to stay away from. And you will stay away from Lord Marchland or I will take my belt to your bottom."

Then he kissed her, with all the pent-up possessiveness and aggression that he was feeling. He knew he shouldn't, but he trusted in Mrs. Banks to keep them from being seen for at least a few moments and he needed to taste Vivian. To claim her. To imprint himself on her lips. 

When he released her again, Vivian's head and emotions were whirling. The idea that other men would want to do those same... things... that she had done with Gabriel last night was surprising. The idea that they might try and force her to do so was more than a bit unnerving; having been held in Gabriel's arms and on his lap, she was well aware that she was much softer and weaker then the men around her. But she hadn't imagined that any of them would want another man's wife. 

The Earl's obvious desire for her to share those intimacies with no one but him made her feel quite warm inside, but it had also sparked a new thought.

"My lord," she said, snagging his arm before he could lead her out of the alcove again. "I know what a rake... I mean... that you have had intimacies... ahh..." She blushed a deep red as she tried to get out the words.

Capturing her hand, Gabriel brought it to his lips, thinking of how sweetly adorable she was when she blushed. "I've had no intimacies with any woman but you for months now, sweet," he said softly in reassurance, enjoying the way the color in her cheeks grew even brighter as his blunt words. "And nor shall I. As you shall cleave to me, so I shall to you."

"Oh..." The soft word was almost a sigh, like a heartfelt benediction. "I mean... very well. Good."

Chuckling, Gabriel drew her out of the alcove. More than one person glanced over at the couple, with the blushing young woman. It was obvious from the pristine state of her clothing that her fiance had taken no liberties, but something must have happened for her to be so brightly flushed.

Vivian was practically floating on air at Gabriel's reassurances. He was such a bundle of contradictions, her future husband. Sometimes dark as a storm cloud, sometimes sweetly tender even as he threatened to take a belt to her bottom, and sometimes so very gentle with her as though she might break, even though he'd ordered the discipline that she received nightly.

Just thinking about it made her bottom tingle. She had no desire to discover what his belt would feel like, even though wetness gathered in her nether regions as she imagined being punished by him. Giving him a sidelong glance, she wondered if the feelings she was having now were what created what her mother called "hussies."

She rather felt a bit like a hussy.

******

The evening, chatting with the other students, now seemed interminably long. Knowing that she was going to see the Earl – she found it too hard to think of him as simply "Gabriel" when it came to picturing him there when she was being punished – made her rather agitated. Instead of trying to remember all her transgressions, she'd found that her mind was filled with the Earl and what his hands felt like upon her. It was all too easy to allow her mind to wander back to the night before and her hopes that this evening would be more of the same.

After the evening meal, Vivian went up to her room and rushed to her vanity, wanting to ensure that she looked her best for when the Earl arrived. Her heart was pounding with anticipation, although of course it eventually slowed because she still had plenty of time before either he or Mrs. Banks would arrive. Vivian spent that time studying her appearance, taming the tiny wisps of hair that had escaped their pins, adjusting her breasts, pacing, and finally settling down in her chair to read. Even so, the minutes seemed to crawl by at a horribly slow pace and she could barely concentrate on the words on the page.

When the door finally opened, she jumped to her feet. 

The Earl followed Mrs. Banks in, looking as darkly handsome as ever. Even more so than he had during the day, in fact, since he was now dressed for the evening, every line of his fashionable black and white attire in place. With the lack of color in his clothing, the green flecks in his grey eyes stood out even more against the stark relief. The smile that he gave her warmed her insides and she smiled back, her lips curving even though she knew she was about to be punished.

Unlike the night before, he leaned nonchalantly against her bedpost, just within her line of vision, as Mrs. Banks recited Vivian's transgressions during the day. She hadn't noticed when Lady Winchester had nodded her head to her in greeting, she had forgotten to address the Dowager Duchess of Bramfield as "your grace" rather than "my lady," etc. etc. Vivian listened as attentively as she could, trying not to be distracted by Gabriel's presence and the way he was watching her. 

Tonight she didn't feel nearly as shy about unclothing; it still caused her to flush beautifully, all over her body, but she was excited by it as well. Having been reassured by her future husband's behavior when they'd seen each other during the day, Vivian found it slightly easier to disrobe in his presence. 

To her shock, once she was undressed, she turned to see the Earl seated on her punishment chair rather than standing against her bed where he had been before. The hungry gleam in his eyes drank in the sight of her naked body and peaked, pink nipples.

"Oh!" she said, shocked, as she took an immediate step back, earning herself a hefty slap on her bottom from Mrs. Banks.

"Stop dithering girl and lay yourself across his lap, you know how to."

"B-b-b-but-" Vivian stammered. Part of her was wondering why she was so surprised by this turn of events, the other part of her was wailing that she wasn't ready to have the Earl punishing her yet. Just this morning she'd managed to think of him as Gabriel and now he was going to spank her!

"That's two with the hairbrush for not immediately obeying an order," Mrs. Banks said crossly. "Now place yourself across his lap."

Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, Vivian tried to gather her courage. Oh how she wished that Mrs. Banks would tie her wrists together and just push her across the Earl's broad thighs! It would be so much easier that way, as well as exciting. Instead she had to do this herself. 

"Four with the hairbrush."

With a short little exclamation, Vivian's eyes popped open and she hurriedly stepped forward, laying herself across the Earl's lap, trying not to look at him or think about what she was doing. But it was utterly impossible to pretend that he was Mrs. Banks. The thick thighs beneath her were hard like granite, and there was something - his cock, she realized - pressing into the side of her stomach, and she was higher off the ground than she was used to. Her head tipped quite far forward, only her fingers pressed against the floor, and her toes were barely brushing it. Vivian whimpered as she felt the strong hands of the Earl caressing her soft skin, one on her back, the other on the curve of her bottom. 

"Very nice, sweetness," he said approvingly, feeling her tremble beneath his hands. Those little tremors pleased him greatly as he took the time to explore her backside, caressing the satiny skin and gently squeezing her flesh. Soon that sweet, heart-shaped bottom was going to be a bright pink, and he was going to have an up close and personal view this evening. Bringing his hands to rest, one on her back, the other wrapped around her upper thigh, close enough to her weeping pussy to set her heart racing, Gabriel smiled at Mrs. Banks. "You may begin her spanking now, Mrs. Banks."

Vivian didn't know it, but that was a prearranged command, part of the planned transition of authority from Mrs. Banks to her future husband. While she felt relieved that the Earl wasn't going to be spanking her this evening, and that she would have more time to accustom herself to his presence and his discipline, subconsciously she understood that he was now in charge of her punishment and that her companion was acting completely under his authority. Her pussy was already wet and ready, and she was especially aware of his hand so close to those sensitive folds. 

Being held by him, in this position, was even more arousing than her fantasies had been; there was no substitute for the warmth and strength of his body, and she'd never fantasized about the way his member would pulse hotly against her because she hadn't known it existed. 

SMACK!

She let out a little cry... in Mrs. Banks' new position, standing over Vivian's pert bottom, gave the companion quite a bit more room to swing, resulting in a much sharper swat to Vivian's creamy cheeks. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The rapid spanking had Vivian's bottom jiggling as it turned pink, her legs jerking against Gabriel's hold, and her hanging breasts swaying. While he regretted that the necessary position didn't allow him to see that last, having her over his lap more than made up for it. He could feel every reaction of her body, smell her arousal, watch as crimson splotches bloomed on her ivory skin. Wetness trickled down to his hand on her thigh and he squeezed it, eliciting a moan from her between swats.

His hand itched, he so badly wanted to be the one spanking that sweet little bottom... but Vivian wasn't quite ready for that yet. While he could have forced the issue, he had told Mrs. Banks that he wanted his future bride quite comfortable with him before he fully took over her punishments. This afternoon he had enjoyed seeing her discomfiture when she had to face him, but did not want to push her into a rebellion this week. After all, she must learn to trust him, and he would much prefer to reward her consistently with pleasure so that she did so, before any serious punishments became necessary.




Marriage Training Ch. 16



Although, he stood by what he had told her this afternoon; if she went off alone with someone she didn't know or if she spoke to Lord Marchland without Gabriel there, he would take a belt to this beautiful bottom. While it truly was for her safety, it was also because he didn't trust any man not to try and steal her affections away from him; until hers were firmly fixed, he would have to struggle with his own jealousies, and her bottom would pay the price for exacerbating them. As well as for disobeying him and putting herself into an indecent and possibly dangerous situation.

Moaning and bucking, Vivian rocked against the Earl's lap, the front of her mound rubbing against his thigh. The delicious sensation of pressure against her clitoris was just enough to help arouse her as she was spanked, without allowing her to get off. Her legs spread wider as she tried to get more traction against the sensitive nub.

Both Mrs. Banks and Gabriel noticed what she was doing, of course, but Gabriel shook his head when Mrs. Banks looked at him questioningly. He rather enjoyed seeing Vivian torn between the pain and pleasure, questing for an orgasm while she was being punished. From the way she was trying to rub herself against him, he felt quite sure that she wouldn't be able to succeed, but he liked the idea of her working herself into a sensual frenzy in the attempt.

The creamy cheeks of her bottom were now a bright red, mottled with the after effects of Mrs. Banks' sharp swats. The woman had reached the end of the count, which was twenty.

"Very good sweetness," Gabriel praised Vivian as his hands wandered back to her bottom. She gasped as his palms came into contact with that sensitized flesh, and then cried out in protest as he squeezed the mounds roughly. Ignoring her wordless cries, he continued to knead the hot flesh, his cock aching as he did so. "Your gorgeous little bottom is all hot and red, sweetness... it looks absolutely beautiful. I love hearing the way you cry out when you're spanked and watching you squirm under my hands."

Why was hearing him speak with such blunt, crude words so exciting? They shouldn't be, and yet she could feel her empty tunnel clenching as if it wanted to be filled. His rough hands sent sparks of pain to reignite the burn in her cheeks and all she wanted was for his hand to slide lower and touch her swollen, throbbing core.

Then his hands slid back to their original positions, one on her back, the other on her thigh.

"Alright Mrs. Banks, I believe she's ready for the hairbrush."

Vivian moaned. She would have protested but she already knew that it wouldn't do any good. At least Gabriel's warm hands on her felt good, giving her something pleasurable to concentrate on. 

THWACK! TWHACK!

Two swats of the brush smacked down on the center of each already-reddened buttock, making Vivian jerk and shriek. Gabriel's hands held her firmly in place as twin tears rolled down her cheeks. The hard wood was completely unforgiving and her skin was already sensitized and flaming from the spanking.

THWACK! THWACK!

The last two blows were delivered directly to Vivian's tender sit-spots. She shrieked again and then slumped over the Earl's lap, relieved that it was over. Again Gabriel's hands moved to rub over her sore skin and she whimpered, trembling as he squeezed her flesh again. Even as the stinging bite of pain flashed through her, the sensual tension inside her belly coiled and she could feel her arousal rising. The hard length of his cock twitched against her stomach as he abused her poor cheeks. 

Gabriel was amazed at how wet and slick Vivian's pretty little pussy was becoming as he squeezed the hot, red flesh of her bottom. She was leaking copious amounts of honey, obviously extremely aroused by what he was doing. 

"Good girl..." he murmured again, leaning down and brushing his lips across each heated mound.

Feeling the scrape of his bristles against that sensitive surface, Vivian felt a bit faint. He had just kissed her bottom! After it had been thoroughly chastised! Why that should make her insides feel so hot and aching she had no idea, but it did. Discipline with the Earl was already very different from discipline with just Mrs. Banks; it was more intense, more personal and even more erotically exciting. 

"Mrs. Banks, the oil please." 

A thick, oiled finger pressed against Vivian's anus and she moaned, wanting to hide from the undeniable fact that the Earl was now pressing his finger into such a forbidden, dirty place. Wanting to hide from the fact that it made her pussy cream even more, that it felt strangely good as he probed deeply into her. While she'd become somewhat used to Mrs. Banks' fingers and the plug, this still felt different. 

"You're so delightfully submissive, aren't you sweetness?" The Earl chuckled as he began to work his finger back and forth in Vivian's backside, watching the digit disappearing into that adorable little pink hole between her flaming cheeks. "Being spanked makes you cream yourself, and when I play with your sweet little asshole, you get even hotter even though you don't want to. You'll squirm and moan, but you don't truly want me to stop."

It was frightening how well he seemed to read her, to know the thoughts that were flying through her mind. His words just made her even hotter and her tiny asshole clung to his finger, spasming with the need that was heating her insides.

"When you are my wife, I'll touch every part of your body... spank you, whip you, tie you up and fondle you, just like this, for hours. I'll bury myself inside your mouth, your pussy and your ass until you're screaming from ecstasy and then I'll do it all over again." The Earl's voice was fierce, his finger pumping fasting, ravishing her bottom. His voice was tight with desire and she could feel the strangest sensation growing inside of her, similar to an orgasm but not quite the same - still, close enough to make her wonder, rather wildly, what was happening to her body. Surely his finger frigging her bottom wasn't enough to make her climax?

And yet her lower body was getting hotter, wetter, her inner muscles spasming as he continued to describe debaucheries and punishments in a low, forceful voice. Vivian wasn't even truly listening anymore, her mind was providing the pictures that his words created without any active concentration from her. 

When he stopped, removing his finger rather abruptly from her bottom and replacing it with an oiled rubber plug, Vivian cried out. She'd been so close to some kind of culmination, only have to have it abruptly snatched away.

"Please... please, please, please," she begged as her bottom spasmed around the plug that was now filling it. It felt achingly full, but she needed a return of that blissful friction. 

Instead, Gabriel turned her on his lap so that she fell onto her knees in front of him. "Not yet sweetness, first you must show me how sorry you are... then we'll see what we can do for you."

Vivian practically fell upon his cock the moment it was released from the confines of his pants. She didn't even notice the way his head fell back as he groaned with pleasure. Normally Gabriel might have liked her to take more time, licking and caressing, but he was too aroused by her obvious need to direct her to temper her eager sucking. Enthusiasm should be encouraged, he thought dimly, weaving his fingers into her hair as she sucked him deep. 

Watching the erotic sight of Vivian on her knees in front of the Earl, orally worshiping him, Mrs. Banks studied the reddened bottom and slick thighs of her student. The bobbing copper head made her buttocks clench and relax, the black knob of the plug peeking out from between those bright cheeks. Going by Vivian's obvious frantic sexual need, there was no further need for her presence; tonight Vivian certainly didn't need additional stimulation in order to help her associate oral sex with pleasure. Smiling, Mrs. Banks quietly made her way out the door. 

The other two occupants of the room didn't even notice her leave, they were so engrossed in each other. For Vivian, it was the beginning of the culmination of her training; not only had she been carefully prepared to please and pleasure the Earl, she found that she very much wanted to. Something about him called to hidden desires deep inside of her, the most basic needs of her inner psyche had been unlocked and met when she'd met him. On her knees, with his unfamiliar member sliding between her lips, she felt as though she'd found a missing puzzle piece that fitted perfectly into her life. This was where she was meant to be.

For Gabriel, Vivian's full submission was the culmination of years of planning. Months of longing and wanting. Weeks of tormenting himself while she was training. He groaned as her innocent mouth moved as skillfully as any wanton's, seeking to milk him of his seed. The light in her eyes said that she was becoming aware of how she affected him, of the power that she had over him, no matter that she had given up her control and her body to him. The dawning revelation was immensely erotic to him, seeing her slowly awaken sexually and bloom was the most arousing thing imaginable. 

Reaching down, he began to caress and squeeze her breasts. Vivian hummed and moaned around his cock as he pinched her nipples, creating an intense vibration that hummed all the way along his length and up his spine. Having him touch her as she performed this lewd act on him only increased her frantic need and she felt her body undulating as she suckled harder and more fervently. She whined in the back of her throat as the sharp pain of her pinched nipples immediately made pleasure bloom between her legs. 

With a loud cry, Gabriel thrust, pulling Vivian's breasts and squeezing them tightly in his strong fingers as he began to spurt hot liquid down her throat. She swallowed, tasting the sweet bitterness that she'd experienced the night before, and finding that she was beginning to like it. The look on his face as he relaxed and then caressed her cheek was one of appreciation, warmth and almost awe. 

"Come here, sweetness. Spread your legs over my lap."

She shivered at the order, a hot spurt of lust rippling through her, but she still hesitated for a moment. Only a moment, during which that delightful blush rose high in her cheeks as she realized that he was ordering her to display and splay herself, rather than putting her in the position. That she would have to do it herself, which was somehow so much harder than just allowing herself to be positioned. 

But the need pulsing inside of her, the wet hunger, was too much for her to be able to resist. She winced as her bottom scraped across the fabric of his pants, reminding her that her cheeks were red and sore. In her excitement she'd almost forgotten. Seeing the wince, Gabriel knew exactly what had caused it, and his cock twitched despite the fact that he'd just climaxed. 

Grasping her by her sore bottom, he roughly squeezed her punished cheeks and pulled her forwards, eliciting a gasp from her slightly swollen and used lips.

"Does it hurt, sweet?" he asked, squeezing and kneading her flesh, making her squirm. He could smell the musky sweet scent of her arousal growing stronger as he played with her. 

"Yes," she said, casting her eyes downwards, focusing on his cravat. Gabriel's grin broadened. 

"And that just excites you more, doesn't it, sweet?" 

With an embarrassed little moan, Vivian covered her flaming face with her hands. Immediately Gabriel reached up and grasped her wrists, taking her hands and placing them on his shoulders.

"Don't move them from here, Vivian," he said sternly. The deep, dark voice he used brooked no argument and it made her body tingle. "Now answer the question... you feel wetter and hotter inside when your bottom is spanked, don't you? You like it when I squeeze these hot little cheeks."

She whimpered and then closed her eyes, feeling like she must be blushing down to her toes. How could he says such crude things so baldly? And why did she love it so much when he did?

"Yes," she whispered, whimpering again as his questing fingers found the knob of the plug inside her anus. Immediately her cheeks clenched around it and the pleasure shuddered through her. 

"There's nothing to be ashamed of sweetness," he said, one of his hands slipping between her legs to rub his fingers along her wet folds, igniting the most incredible sensations. He ignored her gasp and the way her back arched, continuing to play and tease, circling around her swollen clit but never touching it. "I'm happy that you like it. I love to see your bottom red and hot for me, to watch it turn from cream to pink to red. I'm going to touch every inch of your body with my hands and my tongue, I'm going to invade you and hurt you and pleasure you and you'll love every minute of it."

One long finger slid inside of her and Vivian cried out as her body spasmed around the questing digit. His words were creating a firestorm within her, the images that flashed through her head were fuzzy, indistinct, and yet incredibly arousing from the small parts that she understood. The finger plunging inside of her and the plug in her bottom that he was now twisting, gave her some idea of what he might have in mind.

Tightening her fingers on his shoulders, she cried out as the heel of his palm pressed against her clit, applying the pressure and friction that she craved as she rode his hand. 

"I'm going to tie you up, and whip you, and take you in every hole until you're utterly and completely mine."

His fingers stroked inside of her, accompanied by a push at the base of the plug in her anus that sent it surging inside of her, and every muscle in her body seemed to tighten... and then release in a wave of blissful pleasure that had her crying out and clutching his shoulders. Teeth caught at her nipple as she writhed, her splayed legs trying to squeeze together as the relentless rubbing of her clit made her spasm... the little nubbin was almost too sensitive to bear the stimulation and yet she couldn't even beg him to stop or slow as she sobbed out her ecstasy. 

Gabriel watched her fluttering eyelashes, her flushed cheeks, as she came for him. Triumph surged through him, not only at his mastery over her pleasure, but at her obvious arousal at his words. With his finger inside of her he'd been able to feel every spasm, every clench, as the impact of his words were taken in. 

He rubbed the sensitive folds of her pussy until she slumped on his lap, her fingers no longer digging into his skin through the fabric of his jacket. 

"Good girl," he crooned, lifting his honey-coated digits to her mouth.

Testament to her good training, half-dazed as she was, Vivian immediately started licking them clean. Gabriel felt a tingle in his groin, but he forced down his own desires, knowing full well that if he had his way, he would never leave her bedroom. Unfortunately it was not possible yet.

But soon. Very soon.

******

The next day Vivian was on tenterhooks until Gabriel appeared. The young ladies were having their own "at-home" in the Practicum house, giving them yet another opportunity to practice being hostesses. This was much more stressful and fraught with opportunities to make a mistake, as they had quite a bit more responsibility. 

She was still having some trouble understanding how the three faces of her future husband came together to make a whole. There was the confident, attentive gentleman that escorted her about the at-homes and was every inch the tonnish Earl. There was the stern disciplinarian with the hot, flashing eyes, who oversaw her punishment and enjoyed it. And then there was the gentle, tender man who had cradled and cuddled her last night in her punishment chair after pleasuring her to limpness and then had tucked her into bed almost reverently before placing a light kiss on her lips. It didn't seem possible that all those aspects could belong to the same man, and yet they did.

More and more she was becoming obsessed with finding out more about him. While she waited for him, she managed to turn the conversation to the Earl of Cranborne, so that she might hear some gossip about her betrothed. Some of it made her stomach turn queasily, mostly having to do with his reputation as a rake and the women he'd had as mistresses or lovers - not that anyone said anything specific, but the sly hints and vague comments built a picture that she couldn't mistake. The rest of it was just fascinating. His protectiveness over his sisters, his friendships with their husbands, his championing of his step-mother when she'd first married his father despite her lower status, his reputation as a Corinthian, and the tales of wild races, hunts and a few forbidden duels. 

When he finally appeared, it was almost a relief from the deluge of information. Especially as her worries about other women were assuaged, once again, by his demeanor towards her. She believed him when he said there would be no other woman but her now, as he certainly gave her no reason to think otherwise, but she could not help her feelings of jealousy over the women that had been before her. Still, she could tell that he felt the same way whenever she was speaking with another man. Although Lord Marchland was not present, Gabriel kept her arm pressed to his side every time they were speaking with any other gentleman, whereas he held it much more loosely when they were speaking to a woman.

And all through the afternoon, she found her mind drifting towards the upcoming evening and her inevitable punishment. As much as the spanking did arouse her body, it was still not an enjoyable experience to be spanked. She would much rather have the pleasure without the spanking beforehand, all things considered. 

Still, she couldn't help the little shiver of anticipation, knowing that an evening without punishment was not likely.

******

Extremely unlikely, as it turned out. Winifred, one of the other students, had spitefully spilled a cup of tea on Vivian's dress, spattering the Earl with some of the hot liquid as well. She was immediately overly apologetic, mostly to Gabriel, and when Vivian returned Winifred was hanging all over him. While Gabriel seemed more amused than anything else by her obvious eye flutterings and compliments, something hot and awful had taken hold of Vivian's insides. 

Reclaiming Gabriel's arm, Vivian smiled thinly at Winifred's repeated apology.

"I'm so glad to see that it didn't ruin your dress," the pretty blonde said with false sincerity. "How fortunate you weren't wearing silk." She brushed her own skirts, flaunting the yellow silk that her gown was made out of, as if to emphasize her higher social and financial status over Vivian's. It was not the first time someone had obliquely referred to Vivian's family's status in comparison to the Earl's, but it was the first time it got under Vivian's skin.

"I've always considered it a good practice to wear more durable fabrics. After all, it only takes one person lacking grace to ruin a gown."

Immediately Vivian regretted the words. Not because of the look on Winifred's face when she was so blatantly set down - that was delightful - but because the sudden stiffness of the Earl's body and the look that Mrs. Banks gave her said that her bottom would be paying for her rudeness later. 

It was so infuriating that an obviously false spill and an oblique insult was acceptable, but because Vivian had been more blatantly insulting that she was now the one in trouble. Darkly, she thought that there was little chance Winifred's bottom would be paying any kind of price for her maneuver. 

Fortunately Emily, who was the most adroit at social situation, smoothly stepped into the breach with her cheery good nature. "I should say so, I'm sure that's why Mama never allows me silks, I'd ruin them in a heartbeat."




Marriage Training Ch. 16



Everyone within earshot chuckled and the tension immediately dissipated, leaving Vivian feeling worse than before. In one sentence, Emily - as the student with the highest social ranking - had aligned herself with Vivian and set down Winifred for her comment about the material of Vivian's dress, and at the same time set down Vivian for her comment about Winifred's supposed clumsiness, without being blatant or insulting to either of them. It was the kind of social cue that Vivian had absolutely no practice in and obviously needed to learn. Compared to her own response, she could see her own lack of verbal grace.

Even more so, she could sense the Earl's disapproval with her and she felt herself wilting. Immediately she withdrew behind the only social mask she had any practice at; that of the demure, retiring, modest young miss who had very little to say for fear of offending anyone.

Immediately Gabriel could sense the difference in her demeanor, but he didn't quite know what to do about it. Vivian had done herself more harm than good with her little comment, showing that not only was she not as adept in awkward social situations as she needed to be to successfully navigate the backbiting atmosphere of the ton, but she'd also shown a weak spot. He wasn't fooled by Lady Winifred's conventionally pretty exterior; he could tell that she was a viper underneath, even if she was a Diamond of the First Water. Women like her would enjoy weak spots like Vivian had just displayed. 

But he didn't like the way Vivian retreated into herself either. The sparkle had completely gone out of her green eyes, which looked dulled even as she listened attentively to the story Lord Lilienfield was telling. Her little laugh upon completion of the story was utterly genuine and yet completely lacking the joyous freedom that she usually displayed. While he didn't want her to think that he approved of her rudeness, which was not only beneath her but also damaging, and he knew that she needed to learn a better tactic, he also didn't want her to disappear within herself. Somehow he had to show her some kind of encouragement before she completely closed herself off before his eyes.

As if on cue, the elderly Lord Lilienfield gave her an encouraging smile before his eyes slid to Gabriel. "You're lucky I'm not twenty years younger, Cranborne, or I'd have to steal this gem away from you."

Vivian visibly brightened at the praise, although only a little. 

"You could try," Gabriel said dryly, pulling her closer to him and looping his arm around her back. It was treading the line of propriety to be so openly tactile with her, but as they were at an at-home and the rumors of their love-match were swirling, not to mention Vivian's small misstep, he knew it would be tolerated. In fact, such a blatant display of affection on his part would be much more interesting to the gossips than any small verbal blunder that Vivian had made. Using that as his excuse, he brushed his lips over her temple, enjoying the way she blushed as her eyelashes fluttered in shock. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Mrs. Banks shift - while he might be in charge, she still wouldn't be able to countenance any true improprieties under her watch or else she'd risk the reputation of the school. "I can guarantee you'd have the fight of your life."

Lord Lilienfield chortled. "Good show, good show. Trust you to recognize when you've got a prize and to hold onto it with both hands."

Still chuckling, the elderly lord ambled away. 

"Come on, sweetness," Gabriel said, loudly enough for everyone to hear the endearment. "Let's get you some refreshments before Lilienfield tries to steal you away from me." His head descended to her ear and he knew that everyone would assume he was whispering something scandalous or romantic to her. "I'm going to spank the hell out of you for being rude later, but only because you're better than that. Next time, don't descend to her level."

The encouraging smile he gave her as he lifted his head again and led her to the table of lemonade and small sandwiches helped to raise Vivian's spirits. Her stomach no longer felt as though it had settled in the vicinity of her ankles. While her bottom might pay the price later, she somehow felt a thousand times better.

******

"Please, please, please, I'll be good..." Vivian let out another shriek of pain as the Earl's hand crashed down on her already cherry colored bottom. More tears joined the twin rivers that were already flowing down her cheeks and watering the floor beneath her.

The entire nature of her discipline had changed this evening and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. Mrs. Banks litany of Vivian's mistakes had been quite a list, as well as very specific. It was as though Vivian's rudeness to Winifred had spurred the companion into becoming even more scrutinizing. And, unfortunately for Vivian, Mrs. Banks was not the one doling out the punishment this evening.

Once she'd finished with describing all the minor mishaps, as well as the major one, it was the Earl who had helped Vivian to disrobe - earning a series of fetching blushes from her. His hands had brushed her skin constantly, and she was sure he was doing it purposefully, as Mrs. Banks' hands never touched her that much. Then she'd been tipped over his lap, just as she had been the previous evening. Again, his hard cock had already been digging into her side, his hands had squeezed and rubbed her bottom to warm the skin... 

But then he'd spoken. "So. Twenty-eight swats and then ten with the hairbrush. I expect you to be very sorry by the end of this, sweetness, and I also expect you to try and improve. I want you to be a good girl for me so that we can have enjoyable spankings instead of punishment ones." Enjoyable spankings?

SMACK!

Vivian had howled in pain and indignation as the Earl's hand came down on her vulnerable backside, much harder, faster and stronger than Mrs. Banks had ever managed. 

THWACK!

The second swat had taken her breath away; the "warming" that he'd done to her bottom had in no way prepared her for the stinging blows that were raining down onto her vulnerable backside. His hand was hard, unyielding, and she could feel the flesh of her entire buttocks as well as her thighs jiggling and dancing with every blow. 

By the fourth swat she was crying, by the seventh her legs had begun to kick, and by the tenth she had started a begging, pleading chant filled with pleas and promises. She would be good, she was desperate to prove to him that she could improve. Somehow this was so much more personal than any of the spankings she'd received from Mrs. Banks; and not just because she could feel his arousal pressing into her side as he punished her.

Gabriel could see the high gloss on her pussy lips as her legs kicked out. He loved the way her breath sobbed as she pleaded, the dance of her flesh, the peeks of her swollen lips that he received as she squirmed and thrashed for him. Although he could have easily stopped her kicking, he rather enjoyed see his composed and demure Vivian completely lose her control. This was the appropriate setting for it, unlike her sniping insult to Lady Winifred earlier today.

His cock was absolutely rigid, throbbing with desire to plunge into her, as he could see that - despite her protests and begging - she was highly aroused by her punishment. 

"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight," he counted out. Vivian slumped over his lap immediately, sobbing now that the spanking was over. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Shhh..." he rubbed his hand over the rosy cheeks of her bottom. They were so delightfully hot to the touch. "You're forgiven, sweetness. I know you'll try to do better in the future. That's what spankings are for, and once they're over you don't need to worry about being forgiven, because you already have been. Only ten more with the brush and then we're completely done."

"Nooooo, please," Vivian begged. She couldn't imagine having the hard back of that wooden brush laid over the flaming skin on her bottom; the last time it had throbbed and stung this much had been when she'd been birched. The caning she'd received had been more localized, sharper, but this was spread out over her entire bottom, her sit-spot and the tops of her thighs. 

"No, sweetness, you must take your punishment like a good girl. If I didn't follow through with your discipline then what kind of husband would I be?"

Even as she started crying again, Vivian knew that, deep down, if Gabriel had acquiesed to her plea, some part of her would have been disappointed. Her body would have rejoiced, even her mind, but her deeply submissive nature would have seen it as a weakness on his part. From that point onward, she would have attempted to beg and plead in an attempt to manipulate her way out of further punishments. 

As the flat of the hairbrush landed against her burning bottom with a mighty THWACK, that part of Vivian's nature flooded her pussy with cream. 

Gabriel thought he might actually climax from the heavenly feeling of Vivian's body squirming against him as he spanked her. The jiggling red cheeks of her bottom were flattened with every swat of the brush, showing white for a moment after impact before immediately darkening. The deep blush of her skin was emanating heat and he fantasized about burying himself in her wet slickness, feeling the press of her hot skin against his belly as he took her. 

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

The meaty thunk of the wooden backed brushed against Vivian's rounded flesh, combined with her cries, pleas, and chanting promises to be good, was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. Even more so than any of the punishments he'd witnessed, because now she was suffering at his hand, rather than another's. Her bottom was a deep, swollen red by the time he finished.

But the reason he was so inflamed by her punishment was the aftermath, when he dropped the hairbrush to the floor and thrust his hand between her legs. A moment ago they'd been kicking. Now they were draped, slightly apart, with just enough space for him to slide his fingers into the folds of her pussy. 

They came away coated in honey, and his cock jerked. 

The punishment was effective, as it should be, because Vivian didn't enjoy pain; but she couldn't help her arousal from his dominance over her. And Gabriel was grateful for that, for although he enjoyed spanking a woman, he knew that he would not want to punish Vivian nightly, but only when she truly deserved it. He looked forward to when her training was over and they were married and he could give her more sensual spankings that they would both enjoy.

But when she needed to be disciplined, as she truly had this evening, he would not hold back. And her body would respond. 

Pulling her up onto his lap, Gabriel cuddled her for a moment, enjoying her whimpers as her hot little bottom was pressed against his legs. Mrs. Banks gave him an approving nod before she made her way out of the room. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dried her tears, allowing her to blow her nose, until her crying had stopped. From what he'd seen and heard, he knew that his spanking was much more harsh - and therefore more effective - than anything Mrs. Banks was able to dole out. 

"You did very well, sweetness, I'm proud of you. And you're not going to make the same mistakes twice, are you?"

"No," Vivian said, a little miserably as she clung to him. Part of her wondered how she could want his comfort and the warmth of his arms so much when he was the one who had punished her, but it didn't change the desire. And most of her was too busy enjoying being in his arms to care about the irony. "I'll be good. I won't be rude again."

"Good girl."

The gentle caresses were at complete odds with the roughness of his hands as he'd punished her; they were also stirring the flames that had already ignited when he'd spanked her. Despite the throbbing ache of her bottom, which was much stronger than was used to, Vivian's core pulsed with need.

But then Gabriel positioned her and let her slide down onto her knees before him, rather than quenching the hunger that was growing inside of her. Vivian's mouth watered as he pulled his cock from his trousers; she leaned forward and pulled him in hungrily between her lips. The thick, meaty taste filled her mouth as she began to move her head up and down, her tongue working busily over the veins and ridges along his length. 

Groaning, highly aroused from finally being the one to spank Vivian and feel her flesh quiver and heat under his palm, it didn't take very long before Gabriel was crying out with ecstasy as he pumped thick cream down her throat. She swallowed eagerly. Truthfully, this might be her favorite part of the evenings this week. She loved to see Gabriel's eyes glow almost silver as he watched her, loved to hear his masculine groans, to feel his legs tremble beneath her hands, to feel the rush of power as she attended to his pleasure. Even when her jaw ached, it felt good, and she adored it when he played with her hair while she moved her mouth up and down his rigid length. The warmth in her belly as she swallowed his cum was always accompanied by a feeling of supreme satisfaction.

And the look he gave her afterwards; that almost reverent, tender expression, made want to do anything to make him look at her like that again.

To her surprise, he didn't pull her back up onto his lap. Instead he swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. Vivian's heart started to pound. Was he going to anticipate their wedding night? 

When he sat her down on the bed before him, he gave her a deep, probing kiss that made her insides tingle, before pulling away.

"Lay down on your back, sweetness" he ordered. Vivian did so, leaving her legs hanging off the bed at the position he'd left them at, parted just enough for him to stand between. She jerked with shock as he knelt down at the edge of the bed. "Pull your knees up." 

The position left her wide open and she blushed as she realized that he was looking right at her privates. Immediately her legs started to close again and she gave a little shriek as he smacked the inside of each thigh.

"Keep your legs open, sweetness, I like to look at you."

Vivian covered her face with her hands, whimpering a little from both embarrassment and the reignition of pain as he pulled her hips closer to the end of the bed, scraping her sore bottom along the fabric of the coverlet. Hot breath wafted across her swollen flesh and she moaned a little. His face must be so close to her!

"Put your hands down, sweetness," Gabriel said, amused. He wanted to see her blushes, enjoying the dichotomy of her wanton innocence. "I want to see you play with your pretty breasts and pinch your nipples."

Slowly, hesitantly, Vivian's hands drifted down to her breasts, cupping them gently and pinching the little pink nipples between her fingers. But her face remained averted from her body.

"Look at me," Gabriel ordered, his voice deepening in such a way that it seemed to throb along her entire body. She couldn't resist that voice and she found her head snapping into position to stare down at him along the length of her body. 

Deliberately keeping his eyes locked onto hers, Gabriel leaned forward and pressed his mouth against her wet flesh.

Vivian shrieked, her hips jerking upwards. Mrs. Banks had touched Vivian's pussy with her fingers, she'd suckled on Vivian's clit, but she had never licked Vivian the way Gabriel was doing now. His tongue made broad sweeps between her pussy lips, tasting her, learning the shape of her folds. The intensity in his eyes as he watched her writhe for him was akin to the hunger he watched her with as she pleasured him with her mouth. 

Pain and pleasure mingled as her bottom bounced on the bed, her insides spasming as Gabriel licked and sucked at her lips. His tongue flicked against clit and then teasingly moved away again, making her moan and gasp. Squeezing her breasts harder, she found herself adding to the heady mix of mingled sensations that were surging through her body; the sharp bite of pain enhancing the rising ecstasy.

"Oh please..." she gasped as his tongue flicked over the swollen nub of her clit again. "Oh please, oh please, oh please..."

When he moved his mouth upwards and sucked her clit between his lips, pulling hard on the sensitive organ, Vivian screamed his name. He slid one finger into her spasming pussy and moved it back and forth, increasing the intensity of her climax as she rode his mouth and finger, her head whipping back and forth in her passion. The storm of sensations roiled through her, enveloping her, until Gabriel's suction gentled and she was able to descend, her limbs falling limply as she panted for breath. 

"Good girl," Gabriel said again, moving his mouth up her body as he kissed her stomach and breasts, lingering over her nipples. She moaned a little bit; it felt good, but almost too good, as her body still tingled with the aftermath of the intense orgasm. "I'm so very pleased with you, Vivian."

He desperately wanted to cuddle her again, but he knew that if he did so now, in her bed, with her all soft and pleasured the way that she was, that he would divest her of her virginity within the hour. Controlling his hunger for her, he ignored his rising cockstand and tucked her into bed. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, sweetness," he whispered, brushing his lips over hers. 

She tasted the musky sweetness of her juices in his kiss, her tongue flicking out along his lower lip as if to catch more of it. 

"Yes, Gabriel."



Marriage Training Ch. 17



Author's Note: This story is meant to be read in order, if you haven't read the previous chapters it is recommended that you start at the beginning. Enjoy! 

******

Vivian was beginning to wonder how often she would find herself in exactly this position, straining to see what her bottom looked like in the mirror. 

Sunlight trickled in through her window; she'd awoken before the maid had come. Probably because her body was still thrumming with excitement from the previous night. She'd wanted to see what her bottom looked like when Gabriel had tucked her into bed, but she'd been so exhausted that she'd fallen asleep before he'd even left the room. Otherwise she would have lit the candles and attempted to examine herself in the mirror. 

Today there was nothing left to see, except a few faintly dark spots on her skin that were sore when she pressed on them; remnants of the hairbrush when wielded in by the Earl's powerful arm. He spanked so much harder than Mrs. Banks did. Vivian had thought there must still be something left for her to see, but there was not.

Brushing her fingers over the sensitive skin, which still felt the effects of the spanking even if it didn't show it, Vivian shivered. The Earl roused the strangest mix of emotions in her - desire, fear, warmth, want... she craved his attention and approval.

And knowing that she would be spanked and then forgiven was a relief. There would be no wondering, with him, whether or not he was angry with her. Whenever her father was angered or disappointed by his wife or one of his children, he would withdraw into a chilly demeanor that always froze Vivian to her bones. There would be no such emotional turmoil with the Earl; he was quite demonstrative in both his pleasure and his displeasure. She would be punished, and then it would be over and they would return to normalcy.

At least she hoped. She was a bit more worried today, as she really had been quite rude to Winifred yesterday. Not that she would apologize, as it had been deserved, but she would not lower herself like that again. Gabriel had been very disappointed in her. She would strive to be more like Emily, more like him. 

With a sigh, she turned away from the mirror and let her skirts drop, her neck muscles feeling the strain from the way she'd craned her neck. The door to her room opened and Vivian quickly moved away from the mirror, the blush rising in her cheeks even though she knew the maid would have no idea what she had just been doing. The silk of her nightrail brushed against her sensitive bottom as she moved, teasing her senses and causing even more wetness to gather between her legs. 

"Good morning Miss," the maid said, her voice more excited than usual. "Look what I have here! Mrs. Banks said you're to wear this today; it was delivered last night!"

Curious, Vivian stepped forward, exclaiming with pleasure at the sight of the green and gold fabric piled in the maid's arms. Reaching out her hand, she flushed with pleasure as she realized that the gown was made of silk.

******

"Yes, no, I don't know, and absolutely not," Gabriel said, rubbing his forehead and wondering why he'd been cursed with not one, but two sisters. They'd been pestering him with questions on the way to the Marquess of Deane's London House, which was the at-home Vivian and her fellow students would be attending today. Audrey smiled at her step-daughters, obviously amused by Gabriel's inability to reign in their incessant questions. It was all he could do to keep up with them, considering that they'd barely paused to take a breath and allow him to answer anything they asked. 

Hazel, who had married the Earl of Jermyn only months ago, blinked the solemn eyes from which her name came, at her older brother. She was the only one of the siblings not to have any green in her eyes at all, which was why she'd been named Hazel. Daphne had even more striking looks than Gabriel did, with her ravenswing hair and bright green eyes that rivaled Vivian's. She had married the Earl of Marley two years ago and had thrived in her marriage, not that she'd ever been quiet like Hazel. 

Now both of his sisters were thrilled to be on their way to meet his future bride, especially as the rumors had been swirling about his relationship with her. As Gabriel had expected, the gossips had been tittering over his and Vivian's behavior at the balls the night before, rather than Vivian and Winifred's. They were much more interested in the reformation of a rake and his fascination with his future wife than they were in a schoolgirl spat. Of course the tale of his blatant affections towards Vivian had brought his sisters round this morning, insisting that they join him at Deane's.

He wouldn't have agreed except that Audrey was going as well and he trusted his stepmother to be able to keep Daphne and Hazel more or less in line. Also, he'd spoken with Audrey the night before about Winifred and Vivian, hoping that she might be able to take Vivian under her wing the way she had with Daphne and Hazel. Unlike his sisters, who had been raised within the bosom of the ton, Vivian needed guidance when it came to dealing with the poisonous tongues of "polite" society. Audrey was a master at it, considering the number of incensed women and matrons with eligible daughters after his father had married her. His bride would be dealing with something similar.

"Gabriel, you aren't paying attention!" Hazel said, rather petulantly.  

"Leave your brother alone," Audrey said, gently but firmly. He cast her a grateful look. "You'll meet Vivian shortly and then you can garner your own impressions."

Both of his sisters sighed impatiently and he couldn't help echoing them. He was more than a little eager to see Vivian again. In fact, he was more than eager for this entire week to pass quickly. This weekend his bride would graduate from Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School, on Sunday the banns would be read for the final time, and next Saturday morning they would be married. 

Even better, as her parents didn't have a house in London yet, they would be staying with his father and Audrey next week. Although that was no longer his residence, he would be able to move freely throughout it and as long as he and Vivian were discreet, he didn't see any reason that he wouldn't be able to continue to see his bride in private every evening. Keeping himself from anticipating their wedding night would be even harder without the constant chaperonage of Mrs. Banks, but he was willing to pay the price of frustration.

******

When Gabriel came into the room with two beautiful women on his arm, Vivian felt the most awful churning feeling in her stomach. Even worse than yesterday when Winifred had been so awful. At least he hadn't shown any interest in return. No other woman had been on his arm at any of these events excepting herself.

Then his eyes swept round the room, searching her out, and his face took on that hungry look that he often had when he looked at her... which left her more confused than ever. He said something to the two women and both of them brightened up immediately, looking over in her direction. It wasn't until she glimpsed the Marchesse of Salisbury behind them that she realized the two beautiful women weren't two of Gabriel's conquests, they were his family. 

Immediately she relaxed as they began to make their way across the room to her, barely able to attend to whatever Lady Cowper was saying to her - which would probably earn her extra punishment but she didn't care. She was too relieved. 

His sisters were both exquisite. The one on his left, who looked a few years older than the one on his right, was a ravishing beauty, equal to Winifred. She must have been considered the Diamond of her year when she came-out. With all that mass of dark hair, those startling green eyes and that pale, ivory skin, she was a complete nonpareil. Vivian had a moment of strong envy... she'd gotten used to her red hair years ago but she couldn't help thinking that black hair and green eyes had a much more pleasing effect than red hair and green eyes.

The younger sister was a subtler beauty, not as flashy, with the same black hair as her brother and sister but a much softer aura. Out of the three of them, her eyes were the most unremarkable, a soft brown hazel that went well with her creamy complexion. The effect was just as attractive but not nearly as intimidating as her siblings. 

To her delight, Gabriel abandoned his sisters as soon as he reached her, letting go of their arms so that he could greet Lady Cowper and then stand next to Vivian for introductions.

The Marchesse and Lady Cowper greeted each other as good friends would and moved away from the group, towards where some of the other matrons were congregating. Before she went, the Marchesse gave Vivian a supportive smile and nod of acknowledgment, which she returned with a small curtsy.

"Sweetness, these are my sisters, Lady Daphne Parker, the Countess of Marley, and Lady Hazel Hervey, the Countess of Jermyn. Daph, Hazel, this is my soon to be bride, Miss Vivian Stafford." He lifted Vivian's hand to his lips, his eyes trained on hers, and she blushed helplessly. 

"I'm honored to meet you both," she said, dragging her eyes away from Gabriel's almost playful silver gaze. She could never decide whether he was more attractive when he looking dangerous and brooding or light and playful. Although he didn't let go of her hand, she still managed to bob a respectable curtsy to both of them.

"Oh no, dear, no need to be formal," Daphne said warmly, taking charge of both of Vivian's hands, to her brother's obvious disgruntlement. "You must call us Daphne and Hazel and we will call you Vivian. We're delighted to have a new sister." Gently pulling Vivian, she directed her towards the nearest cluster of empty furniture. "Now let us sit and talk, we've been incredibly impatient to get to know you."

"Oh..." Vivian looked around, seeking out Mrs. Banks. "I'm not sure that I'm allowed to stay in one place for very long..."

"Pish," Daphne said, with a dismissive wave of her hand. "The only reason to know the rules is so that you know when it's acceptable to break them. Anyone wishing to speak with you will understand that they must come to you."

"Come on, sweetness," Gabriel said with an exaggerated sigh and a dark look at his sister. "She won't give up so you might as well give in."

Reassured by Gabriel's attitude - as Mrs. Banks had said, she must follow the Earl's orders first and foremost - Vivian smiled and allowed Daphne to lead her towards the chairs, with Hazel bringing up the rear.

The more she chatted with the friendly sisters, the more she relaxed. Several times they were joined by various gentlemen or ladies who were also attending the at-home, contributing their own measure of gossip or conversation. As usual there were a few ladies who attempted to flirt with Gabriel, but their efforts seemed half-hearted at best - and they quickly left when they realized that his sisters were laughing behind their fans at their efforts. Vivian herself felt bolstered by Daphne and Hazel's obvious derision of those women. Obvious to her, that was, with their whispers and sly looks; they were not so rude as to say anything outwardly. 

And when Winifred came up to sweetly compliment Vivian on her dress, exclaiming over the fine silk, Vivian merely raised her eyebrow and waited for a beat before responding, drawing attention to Winifred's toadying without being blatant about it. 

"Thank you," she said. "It's quite the prettiest thing I've ever worn and I was very much overwhelmed by the gift." And her eyes drifted over to Gabriel, leaving no doubt as to who had given it to her. As her fiance, giving her such an intimate present, such as an article of clothing, was pushing the bounds of propriety and made quite a statement about how he must feel towards her. Winifred's face had gotten quite pink as Gabriel had covered Vivian's hand with his own and smiled back at her, not at all shy about showing his infatuation with her. 

"Very pretty," Winifred murmured again before beating a retreat. 

Both Daphne and Hazel nodded approvingly at Vivian, tension slowly leaking out of their bodies. Vivian realized that both of them had been quite ready to come to her defense if needed, and that warm feeling inside of her chest seemed to expand to encompass her entire body. 

******

Being seated next to Vivian, seeing how she'd already begun to learn to deflect the claws of women like Lady Winifred, was an absolute joy for Gabriel. On the other hand, seeing how beautiful she was in the dress he'd sent her, the way her skin and hair contrasted with all that lovely green, the pale curve of her breasts pushed demurely but seductively upwards, and knowing that he had paid for every stitch on the clothing covering her lovely body, was utter torment. Especially as his sisters were obviously amused by every aspect of the situation.

Hazel's eyes danced whenever a woman tried to flirt with him, as if telling him that's what he got for his previous behaviors. And Daphne tapped her fan to her lips, hiding her smiles, every time she caught him staring at Vivian. Which was often. At least he didn't think either of them were quite aware of how physically uncomfortable he was at the moment, the breeches that he'd worn today were among the loosest he owned for very good reason. 

All in all, with him by her side and his sisters easily deflecting any negative attention, Vivian's confidence and beauty had burst forth like a rose in full bloom. She'd been working her way up to it all week, but now it was obvious how comfortable she felt, and that radiated outwards from her. The matrons nodded approvingly at both of them, the men looked on enviously, and the women seemed to have finally received the message that Gabriel's rakish days were at an end. 

And Vivian glowed.

He grinned, shooting a glance at Mrs. Banks. Unless Vivian had done something awful before he'd arrived, he'd decided that his future bride was in for a treat, rather than punishment, this evening.

******

Vivian's eyes widened in surprise that evening when Gabriel came in through her door without Mrs. Banks. What she didn't know was that her companion was quite close by, having basically switched places with the Earl, she was now in position behind the peephole that Gabriel used to spy through. Gabriel was aware that he was being watched, which would help with his self-control. While some men might have been insulted at having their honor impugned, Gabriel ruefully admitted that when it came to Vivian he needed every asset he could gather to keep his erotic impulses in check. 

Otherwise they would certainly be anticipating the wedding night.

And after all that Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School had done for him, he didn't want to be a blight on their record. It was enough that he was allowed to visit and be a part of Vivian's training, although he still wished he could have been more present for the entirety of it. 

"Good evening, sweetheart."

"Good evening, my Lord," Vivian said nervously, twisting her hands about in front of her. 

Gabriel shook his head at her as he hung the jacket he was wearing up on the hook by the door. He could tell that she was somewhat agitated by the change, he knew from the reports that he'd received during her training that she was adaptable but not entirely flexible when it came to changes in her routine. 

"Gabriel, sweetness. When we are alone you always call me Gabriel. I will begin taking a hairbrush to your sweet bottom if I need to, in order to help you remember."

Vivian's face flushed and she twisted her hands even more feverishly. "Yes, Gabriel."

She was more than a bit flustered, after all, she'd never been alone with a grown man before that wasn't related to her. And it had been years since that! The chaperonage of Mrs. Banks had always helped to distract from the Earl's domineering presence - something that Vivian hadn't fully realized until now. Without another party in the room for her to divide her attention between, there was no one to look at but Gabriel, and no one to distract his silvery, hungry gaze from her either.

Mrs. Banks had always added a sense of safety and security for Vivian. Although she supposed that eventually she would be alone with Gabriel, she had foolishly thought it wouldn't be until after they were married.

Seeing the heightened color in Vivian's cheeks and the way her breathing had quickened, Gabriel felt his cock begin to harden. He rather liked her anxious, slightly frightened and aroused. The mixture was like an erotic appeal to his sense, making him want to pounce. 

It was a very good thing they had witnesses, although he wasn't going to inform her of that. He rather liked seeing her so delightfully on edge, so wonderfully vulnerable and nervous. 

Unbuttoning his cuffs, he began rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows as he approached her. 

"How do you think you did today, sweet?" 

"Oh... I..." Vivian floundered for words. "Well I was rather distracted when speaking with Lady Bryant and asked about her children before I remembered that they've been living Lord Bryant... and I forgot to offer Mr. Smithson some tea before I ordered it... and I trod on the hem of Hazel's dress and gave it a small rip." That had been rather humiliating, to be so clumsy in front of one of her future sisters, but Hazel had been incredibly kind about it.

She was sure there were other small mistakes she'd made, but those were the three that came to the top of her head. To her surprise, Gabriel just smiled at her as he finished rolling up his shirt sleeves. 

"And with Lady Winifred?"

Vivian tilted up her chin. "I think I handled it well."

"I agree."

"You do?"

The surprise in her voice made him laugh. Vivian had been expecting more punishment, and she realized that she had just gotten in the habit of going through her various transgressions, she hadn't thought that he might bring up something she had done well at. 

"I do indeed, sweet," he said, putting his fingers under her chin and tipping her head back as if for a kiss. Grey eyes studied her intently, the jade flecks in them seeming brighter than ever. "I was very proud of you."

Pure pleasure shot through her, her body quivering in response to the tender, intimate tone he used. She felt absolutely buoyant. 

"Thank you, Gabriel... I only tried to do what you told me to."

"Ah, but the words were yours alone and you were magnificent. My sisters were perfectly prepared to deal with that little shrew and then you ended up not needing them at all. It was quite delightful."

The many compliments made her entire body flush with happiness. Leaning down, Gabriel kissed her very pink, slightly parted lips, the way he had been wanting to do all day at the at-home. Vivian leaned into him, her hands delicately placed on his chest, submissively opening her mouth to receive his tongue. With a low groan, he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her close, while his hand on her chin moved back to cradle her head. 

He ravished her mouth with his, indulging in a much more passionate kiss that he'd ever allowed himself before. While he fully intended to be a stern disciplinarian when the occasion called for it, he also wanted to show Vivian more than just that side of himself. There was passion in places other than punishment, and the way she kissed him back - enthusiastically if a bit inexpertly, and learning faster with every movement - told him that she would be happy to learn this lesson.

With Gabriel's hands caressing her, his fingers cradling the back of her skull as he kissed her deeply, Vivian felt as though she might burn up to a cinder. The kisses she'd received from him before had barely prepared her for this, especially as she knew there was no one to stop him now. No worry about propriety, no chaperone, no reason for him to pull away.




Marriage Training Ch. 17



Desire warred with fear warred with anxiety. Was he going to take her maidenhead now? Before the wedding? And did she want him to? 

At the moment, she felt as though she would happily let him do whatever he wanted with her body. Many of the things she had experienced throughout her training had aroused her despite what was happening to her, now she was becoming aroused because of what was happening to her. 

She felt the fabric of her dress slithering down around her and realized that he was undressing her, his hands sliding across bare skin and her chemise. This was quite a bit more exciting than when Mrs. Banks undressed her. Throughout, Gabriel continued kissing her as she clung to him, only moving enough to help him free her limbs from the garment.

When she was completely unclothed, except for her stockings, Gabriel stepped back and drank in the sight of her naked body with his eyes. The way she flushed at his hungry gaze only made her more enticing. The hard, pink pebbled nipples stood out from the soft, white mounds of her breasts, begging to be touched. 

Controlling himself, Gabriel stepped back, letting his hands fall away from her silken skin and sat himself down in her punishment chair. 

"Come here, sweet," he said, patting his lap.

Vivian's emerald eyes grew big. "But... how many..."

"This isn't punishment, sweetness," he said, holding out his hand to encourage her to come forward. Seemingly without realizing it, she reached out to him, her slender fingers pressing against his palm, and he gently drew her to him. Arranging her to his satisfaction over his lap, Gabriel ran his hands over the soft, creamy mounds of her buttocks. It always amazed him how much punishment this particular area could take, although tonight he would be spanking Vivian for pleasure's sake. Rubbing his hands over the ample hillocks, Gabriel began to explain. "I'm going to spank you, sweet, but you're going to enjoy it. Your body already responds to being spanked, to the bite of pain, but tonight you're also going to discover how much you can enjoy the actual spanking. I know that you don't mean to become aroused when you're disciplined, but your body loves it even if you don't. Tonight you're going to love everything that happens to you. You did very well today, Vivian, and you deserve a reward."

Gabriel's deep voice, combined with the little circles that he was making on her backside, had become almost hypnotic. Vivian found herself feeling lightheaded and fuzzy. She didn't realize how much her body had relaxed as Gabriel had spoken. Although she had felt the hot flush of shame when he'd mentioned how her body responded to her punishments; she truly didn't understand why the pain aroused her so, but she did understand that Gabriel enjoyed that about her.

But what did he mean by a pleasurable spanking?

Rubbing his hands over her creamy skin, wondering if Mrs. Banks was enjoying the sight of Vivian's sweet bottom and the slightly parted pouch of her pussy as much as he had, Gabriel began to squeeze and knead the soft flesh to prepare Vivian. She moaned as his hands became a little rougher, sending tingles of sensation up her spine and through her core. 

When he finally gave her bottom a little swat, she let out a little squeal of surprise. It hadn't hurt. Not exactly. Just a tiny little sting that she barely felt. Then he swatted her again, on her other cheek and Vivian actually sighed, wriggling on his lap as if to ask for more. 

This was so much more pleasant than the punishment spankings that she'd received, she immediately understood the difference. Gabriel smiled as he began to warm her bottom with crisp, firm swats that had very little overall power. He wasn't going to keep any particular count, he was just going to spank her until she was pink and moaning, and his cock couldn't take it anymore. Trapped between her body and his, that aching appendage was already begging for release. 

In just a little over a week they'd be married and then he could keep Vivian in his bed for as long as he wanted, satisfying his need for her over and over. Gabriel had thought about taking her to the Continent for a honeymoon, but perhaps they should travel later; after all, if he was going to confine them to one room than a room in England was just as good as one abroad. He could keep her in bed for a week and not get his fill of her.

Vivian gasped and moaned as the blows rained down harder, stinging just enough to make her squirm, just enough that her pussy was creaming and clenching, but not enough that it actually really hurt. She didn't realize that the slow burn of the way that Gabriel had started off more gently and worked his way to harder blows had actually helped to desensitize her skin, the rhythmic spanking contributing to the easiness with which she received it. Gabriel was playing her body as if it was an instrument, knowing exactly what notes to hit to make her pleasure crescendo. 

When he stopped, his hands rested on her bottom, pulling the cheeks apart so that he could glimpse the wet folds of her quim and the sweet little rosebud of her anus. 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you sweet?" His voice was hot with lust for her and filled with supremely male satisfaction.

"Yes, Gabriel." So much so that she was panting. When he ran his finger down the crack between her buttocks, swirling it over the sensitive nerves surrounding her crinkled hole, and then delving down into her pussy, Vivian quivered and moaned. Her hips lifted in response, seeking more contact from his fingers. 

Running his fingers down to the swollen nubbin of her clitoris, Gabriel gave it a slight pinch before moving his hands away. The little pleading whimper that escaped from her throat made his cock throb again.

"On your knees, sweet. I want you to use your mouth on me and then you'll get the rest of your reward."

At this point in her training Vivian was so used to giving over control of her body to another that she didn't even question Gabriel's precedence over her. In fact, as she slid to her knees before him, her arousal just continued to build knowing that she was going to pleasure him while she ached for her own release. The submissive qualities inherent in her personality reveled in the idea of servicing the dominant man in front of her and then being treated to her own climax.

She opened her mouth eagerly as he freed himself from his trousers. The sight of his male appendage was no longer startling, although she still found herself curious about certain aspects as she hadn't had a full opportunity to explore the differences between their bodies. Her mouth watered as she tilted her head forward, she actually craved the meaty, slightly salty taste of him. 

Flicking her tongue over the head of his cock, she enjoyed the way he moaned as she explored the mushroom shaped tip with her mouth. For once, Gabriel let her have a few minutes to indulge in her curiosity, enjoying the eager way she licked him, before he pushed his fingers into her hair and pulled her mouth down around the length of his shaft. The press of her lips wrapped around him, the suction of her mouth, was heaven. 

Leaning his head back, Gabriel kept just the lightest pressure on the back of her head, allowing her to suck him at her own pace while he concentrated on not embarrassing himself by losing his control too quickly. While she still couldn't take all of him, she seemed determined to try and stuff as much of him down her throat as she could. The way her tongue fluttered along the underside of his cock whenever she gagged felt incredible, as did the fluctuation of her throat muscles, but he didn't press her downward. 

Having her kneeling, naked, between his legs while she sucked his cock with such innocent abandon was something he wanted to watch one day. He fully intended to set up mirrors all over their bedroom so that he could get the full effect of the tableau. 

Just the thought sent him over the edge and he gripped Vivian's hair more tightly, holding her down on his cock as he pulsed into her mouth. He could feel the slight movements of her body, of her throat, as she swallowed, drinking him down and he groaned as he thought of his seed filling her belly. Her tongue and jaw worked, suckling him, until every last drop had been wrung from him. 

Opening his eyes again, he loosened his hold on her hair and stroked the coppery strands tenderly. She was looking up at him, with those wide, expressive, hopeful eyes and he smiled down at her. 

"Very good, sweet. Now up on your feet." Gabriel tucked himself away as he stood, knowing that he was probably going to be leaving her room with yet another erection. He truly wasn't going to be satisfied until he'd had her underneath him for at least a full day. "Lay down on your bed, on your back, with your arms above your head."

The slightly wary look that she gave him at this new turn of events set his heart pounding. He loved seeing her little hesitations, her blushes, her uncertainties, and yet knowing that she would obey him anyway. That sweet, little pink tongue flashed across her lower lip as she turned away. He enjoyed watched the shift of her rosy buttocks as she walked to the bed and crawled onto it before turning over onto her back. 

Following her, he stood by the edge of the bed, enjoying the color rising in her cheeks as she realized how vulnerable her position made her. And he was about to increase that.

"Put your feet flat on the bed and spread your legs, love."

Vivian's heart surged in her chest. Did he realize what he had just said? His expression hadn't changed one bit, despite the fact that he had just changed the endearment he used for her. 

Standing over her, fully clothed while she was completely nude, he looked almost dangerous with the shadows of the room dancing across his face in flickering candlelight. Those silvery grey eyes seemed to glow as they traveled up and down her body. Nervous energy shot through her as she slowly spread her legs and drew them upwards, revealing all of her most intimate areas to that hungry gaze. She could feel the fine tremors going through her body; being so brazenly splayed before him was both frightening and exhilarating. 

Arousal and trepidation were obvious in Vivian's body; her flushed face, the hesitant movements, and the glossy shine of her inner pussy lips. Gabriel licked his own lips, simultaneously hating and savoring the wait between tonight and their wedding night. 

"Spread them more."

Her breasts were thrust upwards by the position of her arms, those pert nipples so tightly budded and tempting, and now she was opening her legs even wider to offer another portion of her body to him. Not one inch of her most intimate area was private from him, all that wet, glistening flesh awaiting whatever he wanted to do to her. With her knees in the air, her hips were tilted slightly upwards and he was able to see the barest glimpse of her tiny, puckered anus winking at him between rosy cheeks. 

Gabriel was no longer surprised by the fact that his cock was already hardening, despite the fact that he'd climaxed so recently. That was just the effect that Vivian had on him, especially when she was naked, splayed and submissively ready for him.

Crawling onto the bed, he watched her blush deepen as he positioned himself between her feet. 

"Good girl." 

Vivian bit her lip as Gabriel put his hands on her knees and spread them even wider. It took every bit of her willpower not to reach down and cover herself, but she desperately wanted the reward he'd offered and she didn't want to risk getting a punishment spanking instead. The spanking that he'd given her had heated up her insides along with her bottom; it felt tingly and sensitive against her bed but not at all painful. There would be no need to sleep on her side tonight. 

He trailed his fingers along her inner thighs, between her knees and her wet folds, and she moaned every time he came close to that sensitive area. Teasing her, he never quite touched it, although her hips lifted in silent entreaty. 

"Tell me what you want, Vivian."

Oh... did he have to? She blushed furiously, her eyes sliding away from his as he stared down at her. He looked so dark and commanding, on his knees above her, his shirtsleeves rolled up and the crisp white of his shirt standing out against his darker skin and hair. 

When she didn't respond, he reached up and pinched on of her nipples, roughly. It stung and throbbed between his finger tips. "Tell me what you want, Vivian."

"That... please... on my... on the other one."

Gabriel's lips curved up in a smile as he squeezed and pulled at the nipple currently trapped between his fingers. That hungry look in his eyes had intensified again. "On what, Vivian?"

She whimpered. "My other nipple, please," she whispered.

Those blushes were so wonderfully delightful, Gabriel almost wanted to make her repeat the full request, but he recognized that asking at all had been hard for her. So he would reward her.

With both of those little pink beauties trapped by his fingers, he pinched and pulled to his delight, twisting them gently back and forth as Vivian moaned and began to writhe. The feminine musk of her arousal filled the air around them like a heady perfume as her hips began to life, seeking the same kind of stimulation that he was providing her breasts with.

Ignoring her writhing, Gabriel cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed as he lowered his mouth to one of her tormented nipples. They were both a darker pink than before, from both her arousal and his attentions. Wetting the tip with his tongue, he sucked it into his mouth, enjoying the way she mewled and squirmed beneath his hands. 

When he felt her hands on his head, holding him to her breast, he pulled away, tsking her. 

"I told you not to move your hands, now you've lost the use of them."

Gabriel pulled a silken length of cord from his pocket and wrapped it around her wrists before securing them to the headboard, leaving her stretched out and completely vulnerable to his hands and mouth. 

Relief swept through Vivian that her punishment was so light. She hadn't meant to move her hands, it had just happened when his lips and teeth had started pulling at her sensitive nipple. The sensation had been so wonderfully intense, so incredibly pleasurable and she'd completely forgotten about his orders. 

Although he didn't seem that upset as he lowered his mouth to her other nipple, returning his hands to their places on her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh again. That was when she learned what her punishment truly was. 

Vivian writhed, her arms jerking at the cording restraining her, practically mindless with lust. She'd eventually lost track of how long Gabriel had been at her breasts, alternating his mouth between her nipples which were throbbing as her heat pounded. Moans and movements were ignored as he indulged himself in teasing her, tormenting her so that she thought she might actually climax from nothing but his hands and mouth on her breasts and nipples because she was so aroused. 

And every time she begged him, every time she pleaded, he would always ask the same question.

"Please what, Vivian? What do you want me to do?"

Then he'd got back to tormenting her while she tried to overcome her embarrassment at expressing the rising tide of desires that was overwhelming. Finally, the need broke through her modesty, and her cheeks burned with shame and relief as she managed to plead with him.

"Please... Gabriel... put your fingers inside me."

He'd started to worry that she'd never ask. Mrs. Banks certainly hadn't had to work this hard to get a plea for pleasure from Vivian, but then again Mrs. Banks was a woman and Vivian's upbringing was the same as her peers - that is she was well trained not to speak of anything bodily to a man. Even if that man had her naked, tied up and at his mercy. 

"Yes, love, I will put my fingers inside you."

The way her body rippled as his hand slid down her stomach said that she was dying for his touch. He studiously avoided the swollen nub of her clit, smiling as he watched her face and saw the disappointment and the pleading. Dipping his fingers into the font of her dripping juices, he explored those wet folds with long, slow swipes of his fingers. She was so wet that the juices had literally started to run down the crack of her buttocks.

During her writhing as he'd teased her mercilessly, her legs had moved quite a bit and so he pushed them fully open again as his forefinger slid down into the crack of her asshole and pressed against her anus. 

"Oh!" she gasped, squirming, as if she might be able to get away from his questing digit. "Gabriel... that isn't what I meant!"

"Ah, but you weren't specific, were you sweet?"

Any response she might have made was lost as he pushed his finger past the clenching barrier of her anus and inside of her, incredibly easily thanks to all the lubrication her dripping pussy had provided. Vivian felt the tingling burn of entry, the way his finger rooted back and forth as he explored her tight backdoor and she closed her eyes against that molten silver gaze. It wasn't that she hated having that area played with, but she liked it too much and she knew that it wasn't proper. From the way Gabriel was looking at her, she could tell that he knew it wasn't proper either, and the very forbidden nature of the act appealed to him.

Vivian supposed she should have been used to having that particular hole touched and filled by now, but Mrs. Banks had never looked at her with such hungry, devouring eyes when she'd invaded it. She had never put Vivian on her back and spread her legs like this, and even though she was inexperienced, Vivian had sensed Mrs. Bank's indifference to the act. With Gabriel it was completely different; he was invested in exploring that back channel with much more interest than Mrs. Banks ever had.

She moaned as she felt him shifting on the bed, peeking through her eyelashes and seeing that he was lowering himself between her legs. The cool air brushed against her wet nipples as they slowly dried, now a dark red from his ardent attentions to the rosy tips. Now he would be able to watch as his finger breached the entry that he'd had Mrs. Banks train. 

"You smell so good..." His voice drifted up to her ears and Vivian's body clenched. "I think I could just eat you up."

While Vivian had experienced Mrs. Banks' mouth of her before, on the rare occasion when the companion had stimulated Vivian's clitoris with her tongue, Vivian had never experienced anything like the long, slow, heated swipes of Gabriel's tongue licking along her gaping slit. She shuddered, her anus tightening around his finger as it began to move back and forth, simulating the sex act that she would eventually experience, and cried out with pure pleasure as he began to tease at those tender folds. 

It was like a banquet of honeyed peaches, spread out for Gabriel's delight. He kept one hand on the inside of Vivian's thigh, ensuring that she remained spread and open for him, as he settled himself down to the delights of her body. The tightness of her anus as it convulsed around his finger had his cock throbbing. Gabriel licked and nibbled at the tender pink lips of her sex, staring up the length of her body and enjoying the way she began to thrash her head back and forth, her breasts jiggling mightily as he worked her towards a quickly impending orgasm.

All the teasing, combined with the sudden storm of sensation on her most sensitive areas overwhelmed Vivian. Her body tightened, breath coming in short pants, and then she screamed his name as he sucked her clit into his mouth. The sobbing cries poured down around him as he frigged her tiny asshole hard, his mouth and tongue working to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her quivering flesh. 




Marriage Training Ch. 17



Unable to stop him, unable to control her own response, Vivian's orgasm raced on out of control, sweeping her up every time she started to fall and setting off another chain reaction of ecstasy. For a moment, everything went dark, and when her eyes opened again she was still in the throes of a physical convulsion that had her crying out Gabriel's name all over again.

One day, he promised himself, after they were married, he would tie her up just like this and wring climax after climax from her gorgeous body until she was begging him to stop. 

And that day couldn't come soon enough for him.



Marriage Training Ch. 18



Author's note: This chapter is not meant to be read as a standalone, but in sequence with the ones that came before it. Enjoy!

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Friday was the final day of the Practicum for the students of Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School. In the morning they were informed that a celebratory dinner would be held that evening at the house, with their family members in attendance. Vivian's heart leapt she hadn't seen her family in ages it seemed like, and then it sank again just as quickly. How would this affect her evening with Gabriel? Had he known that this evening would be different? Why hadn't he told her?

At that moment, Gabriel was just as disgruntled as Vivian could have hoped. He'd just received a note from Mrs. Cunningham informing him that Vivian's parents had requested to take their daughter with them that evening after the dinner, rather than waiting for the next day as had initially been planned. Of course he wouldn't deny Vivian time with her parents, nor such a small request on their part, but he'd been looking forward to one last night alone with her.

And since his father didn't expect Gabriel's presence in his house this evening, he wouldn't see Vivian at all after the dinner. 

He felt distinctly thwarted. Which was not at all a nice feeling, nor was he used to it. 

At least there was only a little over a week before he and Vivian would be man and wife and then she would be in his house, in his bed every night. The servants were already setting up the household in anticipation of their new mistress. He'd caught them preparing the adjoining room for her. Deciding that she should have her own space, he'd allowed it, although he'd forbid them from adding a bed to the room. Propriety be damned, he was perfectly willing to be unfashionable and sleep every night with his life and he didn't care who knew it.

******

Vivian's reunion with her parents was everything she could have hoped for. Unfortunately her siblings were not attending the dinner; she wouldn't see them until the wedding celebrations the following weekend. But it had been so wonderful to see her parents, to throw herself in their arms. Her mother had wept unashamedly and even her father had become gruffly teary-eyed. 

They'd arrived several hours before the dinner and Vivian had been given permission to take her leave of Mrs. Banks and walk the grounds freely with her parents. It had felt rather odd, like a rite of passage, to have Mrs. Banks see her off with her parents. Then again, after tomorrow, Mrs. Banks would no longer be the constant companion of her life. 

Conversation flowed easily. Vivian was eager to hear about home and her brother and sisters, and her parents were eager to hear about her schooling. It very quickly became apparent to Vivian that they had no idea that her lessons continued on into the evening, which rather relieved her. 

As her mother was admiring some of the roses in the garden, her father pulled her slightly aside and just out of ear shot.

"Are you happy, sweetheart? I know you met the Earl earlier this week... He has a bit of a... a reputation and I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing, but we needed... we needed..." He flushed heavily and Vivian took pity on her poor, dear father. 

"I'm very happy," she said, smiling at him to show the truth of her words. "He's very kind to me. And I met his step-mother and his sisters and they've all been perfectly lovely to me as well."

Her father brightened. "Yes, the Marchesse is extremely kind and generous. As is the Marquess. We're staying with them, you know, until the wedding next week. They've been quite gracious." There was a touch of awe in his voice that such important personages, quite a bit above a mere Baron, would be so welcoming to him and his family. Indeed, the Baron was still unsure what had prompted the unusual proposal by the Earl for Vivian and even more unsure about the school that she had been sent to. He'd heard rumors... but he could see for himself that his daughter was quite healthy and seemed very happy.

Indeed, she practically glowed in the afternoon light when she spoke of the Earl. Even out on their estate, he and his wife had heard some snippets of rumors about how the Earl had fallen prey to the whims of love. Friends from in town had written of the love match. To his credit, although he would have used the Earl's desire for Vivian for the betterment of their family either way, the Baron truly did want the best for his daughter and was relieved that she appeared to be more than content with the situation. He did not know what he would have done had she been unhappy, and was relieved that he did not have to face that dilemma.

That evening Vivian's two worlds collided, with a surprising amount of harmony, although she couldn't help but blush constantly whenever Gabriel looked at her in her parents' presence. Mostly because whenever she looked at him she was immediately aroused, wondering whether or not he would come to her room that evening, and to be in such a state while having a conversation with her family was incredibly uncomfortable. 

Afterwards, the ladies retreated to the drawing room and while the men stayed in the dining room for their port. It was wonderful to have her mother to herself for a bit. She introduced her friends and the atmosphere was quite festive. That was when Vivian learned that she would be leaving that evening, by special request of her parents. The Marquess' London house was close enough for her to return for the graduation ceremony on the morrow, and her parents desperately wanted as much time with her as possible. The Earl and the school had granted the request.

Vivian didn't know whether or not to feel disappointed. Of course she wanted time with her family, especially as she would soon be married to Gabriel and would not be returning to her childhood home, but she'd also been looking forward to the Earl's nightly visit. Should she feel grateful that he'd approved her parents' request, or worried that his interest in her was already waning?

When the gentlemen rejoined them, Vivian knew her doubts were invalid. The way Gabriel looked at her, the hunger in his eyes, he definitely still wanted her. 

Before the evening came to a close, he drew her aside by one of the windows. They were still within the full view of the room of course, but separate, and as long as they spoke in low voices, no one would be able to hear what was said.

"I'd hoped for one more night with you this evening," Gabriel said, his voice low and intimate. She shivered and stepped a little closer to him. Almost too close for propriety really, but she had such an urge to reach out and touch him that she couldn't help it. The green flecks in his eyes flashed brighter. 

"I too," she said softly, tilting her head back to look up at him directly. "But I'm also glad to spend more time with my family. Thank you for that."

"Oh sweetheart... you'll be showing your gratitude later, never worry." The wicked, rakish grin that he gave her made her knees feel weak. Or maybe that was just the impulse to drop to her knees and do wicked things to him with her mouth. After all, that had become her normal activity for this time in the evening. 

"Will you be staying at your parents' house too?"

"No. But I'll be visiting quite often. And I expect you to be on your best behavior." Gabriel shifted his weight, partially blocking her from the room. His hand came up, cupping her breast. Vivian gasped, her eyes darting towards the rest of the guests, before she realized that Gabriel's broad shoulders effectively hid her from them and them from her. The way he'd positioned himself also kept any of them from being able to see that he was fondling her so inappropriately. 

Of course, anyone could come over at any second and catch them. Her pulse sped even faster. 

Gabriel nearly groaned with the unfairness of it all. His bride-to-be was staring up at him with hot, welcoming emerald eyes, not even protesting his manhandling of her. The amount of trust that she showed in him was overwhelming. And incredibly arousing. 

"I'm going to miss you tonight, sweet. I'll see as much as possible of you over the next week." Finding the tiny, erect bud of her nipple, Gabriel pinched it between his fingers and enjoyed her shocked gasp. He tugged it, his eyes boring into hers as she bit down on her lip to suppress a moan. "You will be good, or you will pay for it later." With every word, he increased the pressure on her tender bud, pinching it tighter and tighter in erotic warning. "You may touch yourself as much as you want, but you may not climax. I'll know if you do and you will regret it."

The color bleached from her face as she remembered the last time she'd touched herself to orgasm and the penalty she'd gained from it. Then her face flushed again as he lessened the pressure on her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. He would have been willing to bet his title that she was soaking wet right now.

And he would have won that bet, if he'd been able to slip his fingers between her thighs and check. Vivian was achingly aware of how aroused she'd become from his fondling and threat, from the little bit of pain he'd induced in her nipple and from the remembered pain of her punishments. She had to bite her lip again to keep from whimpering as he released her nipple and shifted away. The little bud ached from the rough handling, and the other pulsed with envy that it remained untouched. 

He'd given her permission to touch herself... she wanted to sneak off and pinch her other nipple so that the slightly painful ache would at least be the same on both sides. 

Instead she followed meekly along, her hand resting delicately on his arm, as they finished out the evening. It thrilled that deep, secret side of her to know that Gabriel could touch her so intimately, rouse her so passionately, and that none of these people in the room need know. Of course, being returned to her parents' care dampened the thrill a bit, but only a very little bit. 

******

Over the weekend Vivian spent most of her time with her family. The graduation ceremony was short and they didn't stay long at the tea that followed. There were too many things to do. Her mother was thrilled to be able to go about London with her, shopping for the various things they would need for her wedding next Saturday. She was fitted for her engagement ball dress and her wedding dress, which was done in the latest style, gorgeous frothy layers of silver and white, and they shopped for all the items she would need for a trousseau. Lady Audrey, as Vivian called her soon to be mother, accompanied them for some of the trips, always adroitly and tactfully adding her suggestions.

Vivian could tell that both of her parents felt somewhat awed and uncomfortable when in the presence of Lady Audrey or the Marquess. He had told Vivian to call him by his title, Salisbury, since she couldn't seem to manage his name - the teasing look in his bright green eyes had caught her by surprise. The Marquess was much less intimidating and much easier to talk to than his son was; he smiled, teased and cajoled both Vivian and her parents into a semblance of ease at every meal. Yet she didn't mind that Gabriel was much more serious; it made the times when he was playful or openly affectionate all that much more special. 

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Sisters were the root of all evil in the world. 

It was Wednesday, the day of his engagement ball, and Gabriel hadn't managed a private moment with his fiancé since his last night with her at Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School. All because of his sisters. Apparently bored with their own lives, they'd taken it upon themselves to interfere with his. During the day, Vivian was busy with her mother and Audrey, putting together the necessary preparations for their wedding. In the evenings, Hazel and Daphne came over for dinner every night, attaching themselves to Vivian like limpets.

When he'd suggested to them that they must miss spending time with their husbands, they'd just laughed and retorted that they had the rest of their lives to spend with their husbands and they wanted to get to know their new sister. If it hadn't put such a look of surprised pleasure on Vivian's face, he might have asked his father to intervene, but he wasn't going to deny Vivian such a simple joy. It was obviously important to her to get along with his family and to have them approve of her, even if he didn't care whether or not they approved. So he gritted his teeth and continued his useless attempts to get her alone enough to steal a kiss. And his sisters continued to thwart him. When he'd obliquely suggested to his father that he spend the night there, his father had just given him an amused look and said to ask Audrey. Gabriel didn't bother. 

Tonight he'd better be able to have a private moment with her though. Gabriel wanted to feel the silky softness of her skin, smell her sweet scent, and taste her lips, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. While balls often provided plenty of opportunity for clandestine meetings, he knew his father and Audrey would be displeased with him if he stole Vivian away for any real length of time. Much as he might want to. 

Standing in front of his valet, he let the man fuss over his cravat. His mind was already churning, wondering where he might be able to sneak Vivian off to where none of his family members would be able to find him, in a house that they all knew like the back of their hands. 

Arriving at his parents' house, he was less than pleased when the first person he ran into was Daphne. She smirked at him, ignoring his glare, and chattering at him about the decorations. He had to admit, Audrey had outdone herself. The entire main floor of the house was lit with glittering candles; the dining room was elegantly outfitted in deep forest green and ivory, colors that would set off both Gabriel and Vivian's looks despite their very different coloring. 

When he finally set eyes on his fiancé, Gabriel's breath caught in his throat. She was riveting, in a gown the color of lilacs, her hair done in an elegant coiffure, and that smooth, unadorned throat that he wanted to run his lips over. The gown would stand out among the forest green of the decor, while still heightening the effect of her creamy skin and bright hair. 

"Stop looking at her like that, it's not at all civilized," Daphne said, nudging her elbow into his side none too gently. 

"Like what?"

"Like she's a particularly tasty éclair and you're going to skip all the other courses and get straight to dessert."

"I recall saying much the same to Anthony when he first met you," Gabriel said dryly, and had the pleasure of seeing his sister blush.

"Really?" The delight in her voice was obvious.

"Ah, not so uncivilized now is it?" 

Daphne gave him a look and flounced over to Vivian to greet her, forcing Gabriel to follow behind. She hovered while he kissed the back of Vivian's hand, all very correct and boring. There were so many other places on his bride's body that he'd like to put his lips. 

Unfortunately he was given no chance. They were seated too far away from each other at dinner, which consisted of a select group of friends and family numbering about fifty. Dinner was superb but Gabriel couldn't enjoy it because all of his attention was on Vivian as she charmed her dining partners. Fortunately he was seated next to his elderly Aunt Clara, who was deaf as a post, and Audrey, who seemed amused by his distraction, so there was no heavy need for him to attempt conversation. 

The waiting was becoming interminable. 

It wasn't until he and Vivian opened the evening with their first dance, celebrating their upcoming nuptials, that he was able to hold her in his arms and speak semi-privately with his bride. The most he'd managed to touch and talk with her in days. 

"Are you well, my Lord?"

Gabriel's silver eyes glittered and Vivian almost wished that she'd held her tongue. But she was nervous; he'd looked so dark and brooding every time she'd seen him for the past few days that she was beginning to worry that he regretted his decision to wed her. Or that she'd somehow done something wrong, but she hadn't had the opportunity to question him. While she adored Daphne and Hazel, they had been very adamant about not giving their brother any opportunity to 'ruin' Vivian. When Hazel had whispered that to her, Vivian had wondered what the other women would do if she told them she was pretty sure that she was at least a little ruined already. 

"I believe I told you what would happen if you called me that when we're in private," Gabriel said, his voice low and disturbing. All of her senses tingled as he held her closer, much too close for propriety even during a dance as scandalous as the waltz. It had become quite a fashionable dance, but Vivian had never danced it quite like this when she'd been practicing with the other young ladies at the school. 

"But we're not in private," she protested.

"Closest we've come all week."

He sounded rather disgruntled and Vivian looked up at him in surprise. 

"I thought we weren't supposed to be alone before our wedding. Hazel said..." Her voice trickled off as Gabriel growled. 

"My sisters are a plague."

But the dance ended before he could fully explain why he took issue with his sisters and the Marquess came up to claim Vivian's hand for the next dance, a quadrille. After him, she danced with her father, then Daphne's husband, then Hazel's, and then the other guests began to fill in the rest of her dance card. She insisted on saving the waltzes for Gabriel, but the rest of the slots were quite quickly filled. 

Unaware of the way her joy in motion and her unassuming beauty had riveted the attention of the men in attendance, Vivian assumed they were being kind to her since it was her engagement ball or that they were Gabriel's friends. She didn't realize that many of them were curious about the kind of woman who had tamed the Earl of Cranborne or that they were attracted to her in their own right. Gabriel did, but as he did his turns with Audrey, his sisters and Vivian's mother, he made sure to stay close to wherever Vivian was dancing.

More than one man received the unspoken message that the Earl was quite possessive over his fiancé. Hazel twitted him about grinding his teeth, although that was in part because when he was dancing with her, Vivian was dancing with Lord Marchland. 

And he didn't realize that Vivian's attention rarely strayed from him. She was truly enjoying this ball, as she'd never had a come out or a Season. Content with that, she was still thrilled by the attention and the glittering ton. The men were utterly charming so that at first she barely noticed how her feet hurt or how stifling the ballroom had become. 

It wasn't until she stumbled while she was dancing a simple country dance with Viscount Rawlings that she realized how out of breath she'd become. 

"Careful, Miss Stafford," said the Viscount, looking worried as he assisted her over to the sidelines of the dance floor. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm so sorry," she said, fanning her face with her hand. "I don't know what came over me... is this what they call a 'crush'?"

The Viscount laughed, his boyishly handsome face coming alight. "It is indeed, in fact I'm quite sure that your engagement ball is going to be proclaimed one of the highlights of the Season."

"Oh..."

"Are you sure you're alright, Miss Stafford? Perhaps we should step out onto the terrace to get you some air."

"Oh yes, please, that sounds lovely." Vivian felt almost pathetically grateful as Rawlings escorted her from the dance floor and over to the doors leading to the terrace. The gardens of Salisbury House in London were not extensive although they were quite beautiful and she knew that they were open for the guests to wander if they wished. 




Marriage Training Ch. 18



Clinging rather pathetically to Rawlings arm, she allowed herself to be led down from the well-lit terrace towards the gardens as they exchanged the polite small talk that was expected. Already Vivian was feeling much revived, as well as more aware of her sore feet. 

"I heard you graduated from Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School," Rawlings said, leading her down one of the garden paths. Vivian didn't even notice that the gardens weren't nearly as populated as she'd expected. 

"Yes, I was lucky to be able to attend," Vivian said with a smile. The Viscount was not the first to obliquely comment on the fact that Gabriel was marrying her basically straight out of the school room. But she did not regret the lack of her Season; not only had it assured her family's financial stability, but even after meeting many men tonight, she still couldn't imagine wanting any of them other than Gabriel. 

"It has quite an interesting reputation."

Something in Viscount Rawlings' voice made Vivian feel uneasy and she found herself shifting away from him. He was a handsome man, but in the moonlight and shadows he looked more threatening than attractive. Did he somehow know about her evenings at the school? Humiliation flashed through her, as well as a kind of wariness. It suddenly occurred to her that she was, for all intents and purposes, alone with Rawlings even though they were out in the gardens and there were other people milling about the pathways. There was no one on their current pathway.

Gabriel was not going to like this. 

"It's a very good school," she said, hoping her voice didn't sound as shaky as she felt. Taking a step back the way she came, she looked around, hoping to see someone so that she wouldn't be truly alone with a man that wasn't her fiancé. "We should probably go back inside... I'm feeling much better now."

"Not so fast," Rawlings said, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his body. Vivian gasped, her hands on his chest as she tried to push him away. "I want to see what you learned at school... I've heard it's very good at teaching brides to behave." The sneer in his voice made Vivian quiver with fear, but she opened her mouth to scream anyway. 

"Unhand her. Now."

The dark voice cut through the night, alive and thick with the threat of violence, before Vivian could even utter the tiniest squeak. With another sneer, Rawlings pushed her away so hard that she almost stumbled before an arm wrapped around her waist and jerked her back upright. 

"You should have done a better job choosing your bride," Rawlings said derisively. "The chit was begging for it. Or maybe you're just not man enough to satisfy her."

"That's not true!" Vivian protested, clinging to Gabriel. He put his hand over her mouth and she turned her face away, burying it in his shoulder as tears welled up in her eyes. What if he didn't believe her?

"Get out. I don't want to see you within ten feet of her, ever again."

Menace seemed to emanate outwards from Gabriel, although the arms circling her were completely gentle. Vivian trembled; she'd never heard anyone sound so cold, so threatening. If he turned that awful voice on her, she didn't know what she would do. 

Thankfully Rawlings didn't say anything further in his defense; she heard the click of his shoes on the pathway as he retreated away from them. 

Pulling her head away from Gabriel's shoulder, her face wet with tears, she looked up at him pleadingly, hoping that he would realize that she hadn't meant to go against his orders, and that she certainly hadn't thrown herself at Rawlings. "What he said wasn't true Gabriel, I promise. I was just so overheated in the ballroom and he suggested we go outside and I didn't realize..."

"You didn't think," Gabriel murmured, holding her securely with one arm while he drew a handkerchief from his pocket to dry her tears with. Gently he wiped them from her face. Rage still surged inside of him - she could have been hurt tonight! - but he managed to contain it. "I know that he lied, sweet. You aren't the type." He could feel her relax in his arms, sighing with happiness as she leaned against him. That trusting sweetness could have been turned against her tonight. The very thought made him want to chase after Rawlings and pound the man into the ground, but Vivian needed him more right now. "But you should not have left the terrace with him."

"I was trying to turn around once I realized we were alone... I'm so sorry, Gabriel."

Those big wet eyes lifted to his again, pleading with him to understand. And he did. But he knew very well that Vivian needed consistency, that she needed to know she would be punished when it was deserved. And even though she had come down into the gardens with Rawlings out of ignorance, that she just hadn't been thinking, Gabriel was determined that in the future she would think before stepping away from any gathering with a man that wasn't him. The only way he could be more furious, more upset right now than he was, would have been if she'd been with Lord Marchland rather than Rawlings, since he'd specifically warned her away from Marchland. But he'd also told her not to go off on her own with any man that she didn't know and he hadn't approved. 

And what had she done at her first major event? Gone off with a man into the gardens. It was just ill luck that Rawlings was no gentleman - although a true gentleman wouldn't have removed her from the terrace at her engagement ball in the first place. 

"What did I tell you I was going to do if you went off alone with another man?" Gabriel asked, holding her firmly about the waist with one hand and using his other to tip her chin up to look at him. 

The way he was bending down kept his eyes hidden from her in the shadows, making him look like a creature of light and dark, so very attractive and yet frightening. Vivian shivered. 

"You said you would belt me," she whispered. Emotions flicked through her, every one of them evident on her face - fear, excitement, relief, wariness. Heat flooded her core at the thought. It had been too many days since she'd been punished or pleasured. She hadn't touched herself after the first night alone, realizing that teasing herself without the hope of climax only made her feel more anxious. And she wasn't going to disobey Gabriel and bring herself to climax. 

"And so I shall. When you retire tonight, dismiss your maid and do not get into bed. I will be attend to you once she has left your room."

Anxiety threaded through with arousal trembled through Vivian as Gabriel lowered his lips to lay a very gentle kiss on her. It was sweet, tender, until her lips parted and he tightened his arms around her, kissing her more desperately. The idea that she had been in danger, at their engagement ball, had adrenaline pumping through him at high speed. But there was naught he could do now; Rawlings would have quit the field already and he couldn't punish Vivian until later.

Pulling himself away, he grimaced as his body protested. But if they didn't return soon then his father and Audrey would be after them and he doubted Vivian's parents would be very pleased either. They may have benefited greatly from the marriage contract, but that didn't mean they would be pleased if he ruined their daughter's reputation on the night of the engagement ball. Such a scandal would pass quickly, but for a family that was just beginning to rise from the mire that their finances had put them into, any scandal was unwelcome. 

"Come," he said tersely, forcing himself to ignore the way his cock throbbed. Just a mere kiss and he was randy as a teenage boy. "We need to return."

Quietly, submissively, Vivian put her hand on his arm and allowed him to lead her back to the ball. She couldn't decide whether she wished that time would pass slower or faster before the evening ended? The idea of Gabriel belting her, punishing her for the first time outside of the school, was both frightening and exciting.

She clung close to his side for the rest of the evening. The next morning the gossips would be chattering about how very devoted to each other the soon-to-be-wed couple obviously were.

******

While Vivian waited nervously in her bedroom, Gabriel had a quick word with his father to tell him what he would be doing that evening. His father just gave him a look and told him that he'd better not anticipate their wedding night under his roof. That was an easy promise to make since it wasn't part of Gabriel's plan anyway; from the beginning he'd wanted to keep Vivian virgo intacta until their wedding night. Despite the circumstances under which he'd arranged their marriage and her training, she deserved to come to her wedding night as other young women had.

Of course that didn't mean he would go without pleasure tonight.

His emotions were running too high to deny himself that. Absolute fury at Rawlings, for trying to accost Vivian where she should have been safe. How had the man gotten an invitation anyway? It hadn't been at Gabriel's behest; he and Rawlings had never gotten on, which may have been why the man had tried to cause a scandal around Vivian at her engagement ball. If Rawlings knew what was good for him, he would quit London for the rest of the Season, because if Gabriel saw him again he was not going to be able to contain his ire. The only reason he hadn't called the man out tonight was because nothing had really happened and Vivian had needed him.

It grated on him that Vivian had been frightened on his father's property, during her engagement ball, when she should have been utterly safe. Although he supposed in some ways he should feel grateful; he doubted that after tonight she would make such an innocent mistake again and it was almost better that she had been lured away tonight when Gabriel's entire attention had been on her for the whole evening. Especially once he'd seen her dancing with Rawlings. He'd come following almost immediately, making his way across the ballroom and into the gardens after them. On another night, in the future, perhaps he wouldn't be quite so obsessed with knowing where Vivian was at all times.

Or perhaps he would be. 

But tonight it had served him well. And he was bloody well going to make sure that she didn't make the same mistake again. Just seeing Rawlings hands on her had made him livid. Vague images of what could have happened, had he not followed them, only exacerbated the emotion. Of course it wasn't Vivian's fault that Rawlings and other men of his ilk were such bastards, but he'd be damned if he didn't do everything in his power to keep her safe.

When he reached her room, he lay his head against the door frame and took several deep, calming breaths, forcing his tense muscles to relax. The important thing to remember was that she was safe, nothing had happened, and he wouldn't allow anything to happen in the future. She had disobeyed him by going out alone with Rawlings, although he understood that she hadn't exactly meant to disobey him, and she wouldn't be making that mistake again. For the next few days, possibly even up to the wedding, every time she sat she would be reminded of her mistake and why she should not repeat it. 

Back in control of himself, Gabriel pushed open the door.

Vivian was seated upon the cushions of the room's window seat, across the room. Immediately her head whipped around, green eyes glinting in the candlelight, with her pale face looking quite anxious. The nightrail she was wearing was very modest, billowy white fabric with lace at the high throat and wrists, which only made him want to strip it off of her completely. She was so wonderfully innocent in moments like this, so beautifully pale and wraith-like, and very fragile looking. 

But he knew that her bottom could turn as red as a cherry and that the pink flesh between her legs would weep with her honey as it did. 

"Vivian." They both studied each other for a moment, across the room. "Come here." 

Slowly she got to her feet, walking across the room to meet him. The fabric of her nightrail flowed around her, there was enough fabric in the garment to make two perfectly respectably gowns. Gabriel made a face. 

"I hope your trousseau is not comprised of garments like this," he murmured, tugging at the silk ribbons holding the throat closed. "Not that you'd have much opportunity to wear them anyway." A vivid blush bloomed in her cheeks. 

"I think it's pretty," she said, a little defiantly, although her hands remained at her sides, unresisting as he loosened the top of the gown. 

"I think there's too much of it," he retorted, glad to see that she'd gotten some of her spirit back. While he'd enjoyed the way she'd turned to him after he'd sent Rawlings on his way, he liked Vivian submissive, not completely complacent. Grabbing handfuls of the garment, he pulled it over her head. 

She was completely bare beneath it; those dusky rose nipples already standing out proudly at attention. Palming her breasts, Gabriel ran his thumbs over the little buds, teasing them as Vivian shivered with the attention. The way she looked at him when he touched her... such avid admiration and adoration, it was enough to bring a man to his knees. To strive to be worthy of such a look. Giving her nipples a pinch hard enough to make gasp, he let his hands fall away.

"Help me take my jacket off."

Vivian's hands trembled as she raised them to the buttons of his jacket, unable to look him in the eye. She'd never helped a man take his garments off before. It felt strangely exciting to help him with the fashionably tight sleeves of his jacket, revealing the emerald brocade of his waistcoat and the stark white of his shirt. How odd that removing this one item of clothing, which still left him almost completely dressed, could make her feel so much more uncomfortable than being completely naked in front of him. 

Loosening his cuffs, Gabriel began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, a movement that was exciting as it was anxiety inducing. "Go and bend over your bed, with your legs spread."

She didn't know if desire or fear was causing all the trembling in her limbs as she turned and made for the bed, moving quickly as if her own fleetness of foot would hurry along the process. Behind her she could hear the soft rustling of fabric as he continued to work on his shirt sleeves. Arousal curled in her belly as she wondered what she must look like, bent over and completely exposed to him. The bed was low enough that her legs had to be spread fairly wide for her to be comfortable laying her upper body across it. Cool air flowed across the heated flesh between her legs, making her uncomfortably aware of how wet she was. 

Not that she was looking forward to being belted, she absolutely wasn't. She could only imagine how much it would hurt, she was sure it would be worse than a regular spanking although hopefully nowhere near as painful as a caning. But she was excited by Gabriel's presence, by the hungry look on his face, by her nudity in front of him and the fact that he was going to punish her. Pain and pleasure... two staples of her life for the past month had been missing since she left the school. 

She craved his touch, whether it be harsh or tender. Knowing that she was going to be punished for her transgression was almost a relief, because once it was over she wouldn't feel so horribly guilty for disobeying Gabriel's order. Lord Rawlings had proven himself a complete scoundrel and while she knew not all men would be like that, she shouldn't have gone off alone with him anyway. Because, while it might be safe with the majority of gentlemen, Gabriel had told her not to. She didn't blame herself for Lord Rawlings' behavior, but she did blame herself for disobeying Gabriel's directive, however innocently it had been done. 

Waiting for him she'd had plenty of time to think about it.

"So beautiful. And all mine." A tinge of awe touched his voice as he approached and ran his hand over her bottom. Vivian's entire body felt like a fire that had just found some prime tinder, sparks flaring at his touch. "I'm going to spank you, first with my hand, then with my belt. Twenty strokes with each."

Vivian moaned, a little fearfully, but she could feel her insides clench with excitement. While she hated to have disappointed him and she wasn't looking forward to being punished, she couldn't help but be aroused that he was here, in her room, and touching her. Finally. 

SMACK!

His hand came down hard directly in the center of her left buttock and Vivian cried out, muffling the sound in the mattress as she pressed her face into it. 

SMACK!

The blows were hard enough to sting, to throb slightly afterwards, but she knew very well that they weren't nearly as hard as he could spank. This was a mere warm-up, a prelude to the true punishment, which would come when he was done with his hand.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Her legs began to ache with the effort of staying still, her bottom bouncing as the burn penetrated through layers of skin. Gabriel hit so much harder than Mrs. Banks! And perhaps, after only a few days, she had become unaccustomed to receiving any kind of punishment. It hurt much more than she'd remembered. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

They rained down on her bottom, marching up and down the curved cheeks, covering them completely and turning her heart-shaped rear a bright pink. Gabriel's cock was pressing insistently against his breeches, his self-control straining to contain his desire the same way the fabric was straining to contain his arousal. The smell of Vivian's musk filled his nose, her muffled cries filled his ears, and he could see nothing but all that creamy skin turning a hot pink. Her body jerked with the blows, especially when his palm found her sit-spot, but there was nowhere for her to go with her hips pressed against the bed the way they were. He could see the cream gathered on her pussy lips, evidence of her excitement despite her pained cries. 

When he reached the count of twenty, he crouched behind her, laying his hands on her rosy buttocks and almost cruelly digging his fingers into that soft flesh. Vivian squirmed and moaned, and then gasped as she felt his tongue slide between the slick folds of her womanhood. The heat of her bottom flared and mixed with the sudden pleasure that he was eliciting from her sensitive tissues as he licked up her sweet juices. 

Gabriel knew that he was confusing her senses, he enjoyed it. He roused her desires, noting the way her little clit swelled as he teased her with his tongue and continued to knead the chastised flesh of her buttocks. Vivian's hips began to buck, moving up and down in ancient rhythm that pleaded him to provide her with release.

Instead he stood.

"Stand up Vivian." 

Slowly she pushed herself upright and off the bed, turning those glazed green eyes to him. With her tear stained face and swollen lips, he might have thought she was in distress if the taste of her arousal hadn't been filling his mouth and if her nipples weren't just as swollen and erect as her clit had been. 

"Take off my belt, sweet."

Her bottom lip trembled as she realized that he was going to make her provide him with the very implement he was going to punish her with. Gabriel enjoyed the way her slim fingers fumbled at the buckle, the way her breathing picked up, shallow with excitement as she slid it through the loops. While she was obviously not a worshiper of pain, her body responded to both the threat and the reality of it.

Holding it in her hands, she hesitantly offered it up to him and he took it, holding it in front of her face.

"Kiss it."

The leather was soft against her lips but she knew that it wouldn't feel so against her bottom. The spanking had left a warm tingling sensation along the surface of her skin and she was having trouble resisting the urge to rub her poor cheeks. What would the leather feel like, snapping down against her already pink skin? 




Marriage Training Ch. 18



"Turn around and bend over the bed again." Gabriel's voice was firm but gentle, the hot look in his eyes belaying the fact that he sounded completely unaffected by what they were doing. Glancing down, Vivian could see the outline of his cock pressing against his breeches. She wasn't sure whether or not to feel comforted by the fact that he was obviously aroused as he punished her. 

Was there something wrong with both of them that they would wring enjoyment from this? Surely this was not the normal behavior of every man and wife? 

"Legs further apart, Vivian."

With a little whimper, she obeyed. She had tried to keep them more closed, keep her body further off the bed to give her more control over the situation, but there was no way Gabriel was going to allow that. The bed was at the perfect height to make it difficult for her to clench her cheeks with her legs spread the way they were, the perfect height to show off all that wet, pink flesh between her legs. 

"Twenty with the belt. You will hold yourself in position. If you move out of position, that stroke won't count." Gabriel ran his hand over her bottom, feeling the warmth of her skin. She would actually be able to take the strapping easier with her skin warmed up than if he had just lit into her cold. "And Vivian... what will you never do again?"

"Allow myself to be alone with a man unless he has your approval."

"Good girl."

THWAP!

Vivian howled and shoved her face into the mattress, grabbing fistfuls of the blankets to keep her hands from flying back to cover her burning bottom. The belt felt like it had left a line of fire across her cheeks. It didn't have the same stinging bite as the birch or the cane, it was a deeper sting that covered more area and felt rather heavier.

Although her body tensed, her buttocks could only hold tension for so long in the position - it was too much effort with her legs spread to keep the muscles tightly held - and the moment her quivering mounds relaxed, the belt snapped across them again.

THWAP!

It hurt... oh god it burned... Vivian cried into the mattress until she found Gabriel pushing a pillow into her face. She grabbed it, holding it against her upper body and burying her face into it. 

THWAP!

Her hips moved up and down frantically, as much as they could against the bed, trying to relieve some of the deep, aching burn. It felt as though her poor cheeks were actually swelling under the lash of his belt, the tormented surface was on fire. She felt a little faint, wondering how much more she could take without moving. Knowing that he would make good on his threat to re-do strokes was the only thing keeping her from trying to cover herself.

Strangely, it didn't even occur to her to try and scream or run.

THWAP!

Vivian's sharp, muffled cries caused Gabriel's cock to jerk with each one. The skin of her bottom was beginning to look rather mottled with the stripes from his belt across it. He'd doubled the leather over in his hand so that the end wouldn't snap around her hip, but he could tell that this was not a punishment that was easy for her to bear. As it should be. It wasn't one that he particularly enjoyed giving out either; he'd much rather demonstrate erotic pain to Vivian than that of a deserved punishment.

"Please... please, Gabriel, it's too hard... I'm sorry... I won't do it again!"

Ahhh... he couldn't deny that he did also enjoy seeing her bottom turning such a virulent shade of red, hearing her cries, watching her submit to him as she clutched at the pillow he'd given her without resistance despite her pleas. 

"I know you won't, sweet."

THWAP!

Gabriel took his time, laying each stripe deliberately and with the same amount of force. Her bottom was absolutely crimson by the time he was done. Exhaling with satisfaction, Gabriel let his hand hover over the flaming red of her bottom, feeling the heat that was emanating off of it. Between those crimson cheeks, her little pink arsehole winked at him, tempting him. The idea of taking her in such a base way now, with her cheeks redder and hotter than he was sure they would be for quite a while, was too much to resist. The need to claim her, to brand her inside and out with himself, was incredibly strong.

Letting her weep with relief that her ordeal was over, Gabriel opened the drawer in the table next to the bed, pulling out the oils that were kept there. Coating his fingers with it, Gabriel stepped up behind Vivian and pressed two slick tips to Vivian's anus.

She gasped, moaning as he pushed the thick digits into her tight hole. Vivian had grown rather accustomed to having her arsehole played with following a punishment, even if it still made her feel acutely uncomfortable mentally, she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed it physically. Especially when it was Gabriel touching her in such an intimate manner. She moaned, feeling the clenching of her pussy as he buried his fingers in her bottom.

Even though her bottom was in such fiery pain that she wished she could scratch all of the skin off of it, she couldn't stop the arousal and desire that welled in her as Gabriel began to push his fingers back and forth in her bottomhole, invading her and causing her insides to stretch and burn. How was it possible that her pussy could find such pleasure when she'd just been so thoroughly punished and he wasn't even touching the areas that gave her ecstasy? Vivian moaned, rubbing her upper body against the bed, feeling the stiff fabric rasping against her very hard nipples. The pleasure and excitement that he was igniting helped to amorialate some of the pain of the strapping she'd received. 

When he pulled his fingers free, she wriggled, hoping that he would now touch the soft, sensitive bits below her bottomhole that were aching to be stroked, to further pleasure's conquest over pain. The training at the school had wrought its work well, following her punishment her body now ached for the completion of the cycle, the climax that she had come to expect. She was ready for his hands and mouth.

What she was not ready for was the sudden pressure against her anus, much more insistent than his fingers had been and much thicker as well. Vivian gasped, her hips bouncing as the tight ring of muscle stretched, opening itself to the invasion. Hands pressed down on her hips, holding her firmly in place and she realized that it was Gabriel's cock that was pushing a burning pathway into her body. 

"Oh! Stop... Gabriel... what are you doing?" The question ended in a high, thready gasp as he pushed deeper into her body. 

"Shhh sweet, I promise, you will still be a virgin on our wedding night. This is just another way to find our pleasure."

"But it hurts," she said, her words muffled. He watched the ripple of muscle in her back as she shuddered, struggling to accommodate him. The pink ring of her anus had turned starkly white, stretched tightly around the head of his cock which had breached her body, standing out from the deep crimson that he'd turned her ass. He had no doubt that his sweet Vivian was now burning inside and out, but he would show her how good this could be for both of them. 

"It hurts... and it feels good, doesn't it, sweet?" he crooned, pumping his hips gently as he pushed a little deeper inside of her. Her muscles clenched and rippled as she moaned. 

His cock was so much thicker than his fingers, so much longer, he couldn't possibly fit all of it inside of her, could he? Yet, dizzily, she realized she wanted to feel him deep inside of her. She wanted to know what it would feel like, if it would satisfy the craving itch that he had engendered. Then he pushed forward again and she moaned. Somehow it didn't hurt to have him go deeper, only that she was stretched so wide around him. The hands pressing down on her lower back, just above the burning skin of her bottom, were utterly ruthless, holding her completely still in place. There was no way to escape the intrusion of his cock, and for some reason that only made her pussy clench even more wetly. 

"So beautiful, Vivian," he murmured, massaging her lower back with his thumbs to help her relax. "Your creamy skin and your hot red bottom, swallowing up my cock... so bloody gorgeous."

Hips pressed against the hot skin of her bottom, his coarse body hair rasping against the sensitive surface and she whimpered. He was fully inside of her. Automatically she flexed, tightening and loosening around him, shocked to realize that her rear entrance could accommodate his entire rod. And it didn't hurt anymore, although it wasn't quite comfortable either.

Then he began to pull himself out and the air seemed to rush out of Vivian's lungs as she clawed at the pillow in her arms again. It was as if the dragging sensation of his cock was scraping across all her most sensitive flesh, a sensation so overwhelming strong that there was no other way to describe it than painful. She gasped and writhed, choking on her moan as she tried to understand the sensation.

When only his head was still inside of her, he began the long, slow process of re-entry. Vivian's body relaxed under his hands as he pushed back in, obviously finding it less uncomfortable than withdrawal. Gabriel gritted his teeth as he moved as slowly and gently as possible, his self-control battered by the way she was gripping him so fantastically. Once he was buried deep inside of her again, he ground his groin against her body, enjoyed her gasps and the bucking of her hips as he tormented her chastised flesh. He knew how sensitive her sore bottom must be, and now she was handling a sensory overload from both the surface of and deep inside her body. 

"Oh... Gabriel, please!"

"Do you like it?" he whispered, leaning over her so that he could feel the hot curve of her bottom pressing directly against him. Sliding his hands under her upper body he easily found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them intently, confusing her senses even further.

Vivian let out a long, low moan. "I don't knoooow..."

Chuckling, Gabriel pulled his hips back again and then pushed forward, emptying and filling her as she gasped and writhed for him. That gorgeous red hair tumbled back over her ivory shoulders as her head flung back, pushing her breasts further into his hand. Taking the sensitive tips of her nipples between his fingers, he pinched them quite hard as he began to move with more powerful thrusts, making Vivian moan and arch again.

She truly didn't know whether or not what she was feeling was good, whether or not she liked it. The sensations were incredibly intense, more so than she could have ever imagined even during the shocking intimacies of her training. Having Gabriel so intimately connected to her was wonderful, she loved feeling so filled by him, having him around her and in her... but it wasn't comfortable either, it burned and pain sparked and flared with every thrust, both inside and outside. The rising tide of pleasure wasn't enough to completely stem the deep, burning ache in her bottom, and the slap of Gabriel's body against those swollen mounds only battered them further. 

The muscles of her pussy and ass clenched and spasmed, her hips moving in small ways but she couldn't say whether she was trying to encourage or discourage him. It didn't seem to matter either way; Gabriel's hot breath was on the back of her neck, his panting filling her ears as he began to fuck her ass in earnest. Vivian recognized the rhythm from when he used her mouth for pleasure, knew that he was enjoying invading this other aperture into her body just as much, and that aroused her as well. 

Somewhere inside of her, there was a deep coiling of ecstasy like she'd never experienced before. It wasn't the itch or the tingling that she was used to, but a deeper, broader throbbing that swelled larger and larger in her lower belly with every thrust of his cock. The inner stinging had faded, her body adjusted to the rhythmic intrusion, and she found herself panting the way she did before she climaxed even though it didn't feel like any orgasm she'd experienced before. 

"Oh please... Gabriel... I think... oooOOOO!"

His fingers pinched down hard on her nipples as her back arched and she wailed out with the overwhelming flood of sensations that swamped her. Tears slid down her face, her overstimulated nerves screaming and buzzing as she came for him, her body swimming in ecstasy born of her punishment. It was heaven and hell, a chaotic mix of everything wonderful and terrible, and she thought she might actually pass out when she felt him swell up inside of her.

Truthfully, Gabriel hadn't been sure that Vivian would be able to climax after her ordeal. If she did not he would have considered it a fitting punishment, although he would have then brought her off with her mouth for being such a good girl and taking her chastisement so well. But he hadn't realized how well Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School had trained her, how primed her body was for pleasure following punishment; however, it was a facet that he absolutely enjoyed. Feeling her climax, knowing that she was in the heights of ecstasy from being strapped and anally penetrated while he squeezed her breasts quite harshly, stripped him of the last of his control.

He slammed into her body, hard and fast, groaning loudly as she rippled around him. The first spurt of his cum emptied deep inside her bowels, her clenching muscles milking each hot jet of fluid from his aching cock. With a last pinch of her nipples he pulled away, opening his eyes so that he could grip his cock and watch the final spurts of his orgasm land on her ass. The sticky, white fluid dripped over those crimson cheeks, her anus gaping open eagerly in the center. The little hole closed up as he watched with satisfaction, her trembling body causing little streams of his seed to trickle down towards her thighs.

Rubbing it into her skin, Gabriel felt supremely triumphant. Not only had both of them been brought to their pleasure, but he'd marked Vivian irrefutably inside and out. She whimpered and moaned a little as he rubbed her sore bottom, only barely understanding what he was doing as the sticky fluid was rubbed into her hot skin. 

"You were very good, sweetheart," he said, pulling her up and into his arms so that he could turn down the sheets. 

When he laid her down, Vivian whimpered and turned immediately onto her side. Gabriel chuckled a little. No, his little bride wouldn't be wandering off alone with any man again, and she would have a good reminder of why not for several days. There was a good chance she wouldn't be sitting comfortably until their wedding dinner, if then. 

"Gabriel?"

"Yes, sweet?" he asked, looking down into those beautiful green eyes that he had come to love so much. They were red-rimmed from crying and her lips and nose were swollen, but he thought he'd never seen her look more beautiful. 

"Do you have to leave now? I know you always did at the school but... couldn't you stay?"

The request made his chest ache. He didn't know whether or not Vivian had the same emotions for him as he did for her, although he did think that she must feel something for him even if her emotions were grounded in the lust that had been trained into her, but that one little request made him hope for more than that. 

"Of course sweet, if you want I'll stay for a bit," he said, tucking the covers over her. He crawled onto the bed beside her, ignoring the way his cock stirred just from being in the same bed as her. That's why he'd chosen to remain above the covers, to keep himself from further temptation. 

"I really am very sorry about Lord Rawlings," Vivian said, snuggling up to him. Gabriel found it completely natural to have her head resting on his shoulder. Tracing his fingers over her lips, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

"You shouldn't be sorry for his actions, sweet. The man's an utter bounder. Just don't disobey my orders again."

"I won't," she said earnestly, tipping her face back to look at him. Gabriel took the opportunity to steal another kiss from her, enjoying the way she pressed herself against him as he did so. When he pulled away, she nibbled on that swollen, lower lip. "Gabriel? What did... what did we do tonight?"

"Sodomy. Also known as buggery," he said with a yawn. Vivian's eyes got big and he laughed, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "You'll become well acquainted with it, living with me, sweet. I want you in every way that I can have you as many times as I can manage. But that's for after the wedding. Now go to sleep."

Vivian had heard others talking in whispers about sodomy and buggery before; she'd always thought it was a bad thing. It had been both wonderful and awful. Her entire bottom was throbbing, inside and out, and she shifted uncomfortably as she felt some of his seed leaking from her body and onto her thigh. She supposed it should be strange that she wanted to be held and comforted by the man who had strapped her and then taken her in a way that was considered unnatural, but she felt warm and secure behind held by him. The tender regard that he treated her with at all other times was everything she had ever wanted - and she had started to secretly think that the punishment and the pain was everything that she hadn't known she wanted. 

Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of his arms around her as she drifted away into sleep, thinking how much nicer it was to be here in Gabriel's arms rather than back at the school alone.



Marriage Training Ch. 19



Author's Note: This is meant to be read as a chapter story and is not recommended as a standalone story. 

******

Vivian awoke with a whimper, after she rolled onto her back and the ache in her bottom flared to life with a sharpness that almost felt like a blow. Immediately she turned back onto her side, but the damage was done. Her poor buttocks felt incredibly sore, throbbing dully as she clutched her pillow and breathed through the pain. 

Even her insides felt chafed and raw, no doubt from the sodomy that her future husband had performed on her. Vivian wondered if there was something wrong with her that she had enjoyed it so much. Waking up alone, without Gabriel's strong arms and reassuring presence, she felt quite unprotected and rather vulnerable. It had been wonderful falling asleep with him wrapped around her, secure in the knowledge that she had been forgiven for her ignorant but indiscreet disobedience. 

Rolling onto her stomach, Vivian winced as her legs moved and various muscles protested - muscles that she hadn't even known she'd possessed until now!

There was a light knock on her bedroom door and it pushed open; Vivian stifled her groan, peeking out from her pillow to see a pleasant faced young woman in a maid's dress entering the room. She was not the maid who had been attending Vivian for the past few days.

"Good morning, miss," the young woman said cheerfully, seeing that Vivian was awake and studying her, as she went over to open the drapes covering the windows. Sunlight spilled into the room, indicating that Vivian had slept later than she normally did. "My name is Penny. Lord Cranborne has hired me to be your personal maid. I've brought some cream that should help your bottom, he said you would have need of my services starting today."

"Oh..." Vivian couldn't think of anything to say as a furious blush rose in her cheeks. She looked quite delightfully rumpled and innocent, the bed sheets pulled up around her, eyes and lips still swollen from sleep. Penny privately thought that Lord Cranborne was quite a lucky man, although she'd heard some of the other servants gossiping about the bride-to-be's unfashionable hair color, and she looked forward to being the future Lady Cranborne's personal maid. The young woman who had been attending to those duties previously had nothing but good things to say about Miss Stafford, and Penny accounted herself quite lucky for obtaining the position. 

For herself, Vivian felt horribly embarrassed that her new maid was already aware that she had been strapped the night before, and yet the promise of some relief for the hot, swollen skin of her bottom made her immediately eager. When she thought about it, it seemed like another sign of how Gabriel cared for her; ensuring that she would have what she needed to heal without having to explain to her maid why she needed it, ensuring that she would have a maid that would understand and already have her orders.

Penny's self-assurance as she pulled Vivian's covers down and nightdress up, revealing the still-reddened cheeks of her bottom - was all too familiar to Vivian and she submissively fell into the other woman's ministrations immediately. She moaned as the cream was smoothed into her hot skin, cooling it slightly and providing much needed surcease from the throbbing sensation. It was rather relaxing, after a few minutes, to feel Penny's fingers deftly stroking the cream into her cheeks. The other woman's fingers gently rubbed against Vivian's anus, which she realized was very sore from the activities of the evening before, and Vivian buried her head into her pillow and moaned as the area tingled with pleasure and a sharp pinch of discomfort. 

The cream helped immensely, making it possible for her to pull her drawers over her hips with only a little bit of wincing - although her new silk undergarments were quite soft against her abused skin - although she hissed a bit as she sat in front of the mirror for Penny to do her hair. There was something emotionally satisfying about the ache and discomfort in her poor bottom, even though physically it was rather painful. It was as if Gabriel was constantly there with her, his mark on her skin. She'd spent so many mornings at the school looking for proof of the previous night's punishment and not finding any, that it was almost validating to have such lingering effects now. Gabriel would be on her mind all day, as the state of her poor bottom wouldn't allow for anything else.

And she was immensely grateful to him for providing a maid who didn't bat an eye at the condition of her buttocks. Penny hummed as she ran the brush through Vivian's hair, as if it were a completely normal morning, allowing Vivian to lose herself in the pleasure of having her hair brushed and thinking about her upcoming wedding. All the while, her bottom tingled and throbbed beneath her.

******

When Vivian sat down at the breakfast table, much later than her usual hour, Gabriel was there waiting for her. He'd already gone for his usual early morning ride, a much more vigorous one than usual as he'd had excess energy to work out after the extremely erotic dreams that had haunted him the night before. Apparently spending himself only once had made his desires rouse further rather sating them. 

He stood and greeted her, smiling as she gingerly lowered herself into the seat beside his while he prepared a plate for her from the selections arrayed for them. After last night he was sure she would be famished and he loaded it with all of her favorite things. When he lay the plate in front of her, Vivian looked at the contents and beamed at him with shining green eyes, as if she was surprised by his knowledge of her preferences. Sitting down beside her, Gabriel gestured to the footman to ply him with more coffee. 

"How are you this morning, sweet?"

Color rose in Vivian's cheeks as Gabriel watched, fascinated. Perhaps it was her pale skin or red hair that caused her to blush so easily; he was still astounded by how quickly her cheeks could turn such a bright pink, despite the fact that she was no longer an innocent in so many ways. 

"Fine, thank you," she murmured, her eyes flitting around the room at the footmen lining the walls.

Gabriel chuckled. "Believe me, sweet, the staff of both my father's house are quite familiar with seeing a woman who has been soundly disciplined." His look became sterner. "I won't tolerate lying, either."

"I really am fine," Vivian hastened to say, her face turning even redder, the color clashing adorably with her hair. Her eyes stared down at her plate, unable to say the words while she was looking at the other people in the room. "The um... cream that you provided my new maid with was um... quite effective as long as I'm careful about how I move."

Laying his hand atop hers, he could feel her pulse begin to pound beneath his fingers as he leaned in. He curled his fingers around her wrist, enjoying how frail and small her bones felt in his palm. The slight tremble of her body as her breath quickened announced her arousal, even as she flushed again. 

"And what about your sweet asshole, darling?" he whispered in her ear. If anyone were to walk into the breakfast room at that point they would have seen nothing but Gabriel whispering sweet nothings into his fiancés ear; even her shocked gasp wouldn't have truly surprised any bystanders. After all, two days before their wedding, of course a man with Gabriel's reputation would be saying something scandalous to his bride. They just wouldn't realize how scandalous. "How does that feel this morning?"

The stammer in her voice as she reassured him in a half-strangled whisper that she was sore but unharmed, was absolutely delightful. Gabriel found himself getting aroused all over again by forcing her to speak with such impropriety first thing in the morning; it was obvious that she was shocked by his plain speaking as much as by the location and time of day for their conversation. Once they were married he was going to have a wonderful time introducing her to the pleasures that could be had over breakfast. 

By the end of breakfast, Vivian was visibly shifting uncomfortably on her seat, her bottom beginning to become quite sore from sitting on it during breakfast. When Gabriel suggested a walk through the garden, she accepted with relief. While walking might be slightly uncomfortable as her sore muscles protested, it was far preferable than sitting. The burn from her strapping had slowly grown hotter the longer she sat, and even though she was very aware of the lingering soreness, walking was much less painful.

******

Saturday morning dawned bright and fair, although Gabriel was already up and riding, trying to work off some of the pent up energy he'd accumulated over the past two days. Although his father had kept Daphne and Hazel away on Wednesday when Gabriel had needed to discipline Vivian, his sisters had stuck to her like a burr for the rest of the week. Yesterday he hadn't seen Vivian at all.

Seated on Lucifer, who danced impatiently beneath him as if sensing his master's mood, Gabriel stared off across Hyde Park. There were no other riders out this early in the morning. Truthfully, Gabriel wouldn't have been out this early if it wasn't for his own pent-up nerves. 

Today he was finally going to marry Vivian, to claim her, and she would be his from this point onward. He would cherish and pleasure her, punish and torment her, and ensure that she never felt the need to dally with another. As a former rake, although he already considered himself reformed, he knew how easily the women of the ton could pick up and discard lovers when their husbands were inattentive. That would never be a problem for him and Vivian. He would pamper her, adore her, and show her all the beautiful ways that pain and pleasure could mix, finishing the awakening of her submissive nature that Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School had begun. 

For the past two nights he'd pleasured himself while remembering the feel of her soft flesh against his hands, the tight grip of her arsehole as he'd deflowered it, and the hot seat of her bottom as it pressed against his groin when he buried himself inside of her. The events of that evening were all that he thought about whenever his mind drifted, and it seemed to be drifting quite often. He could hardly believe that tonight he would finally have Vivian as his wife and be able to enjoy every single part of her body. The ache in his groin made him shift in the saddle.

Lucifer stamped his foot impatiently and Gabriel laughed. His mount was as high-strung as he himself was currently feeling.

Leaning forward, he patted the glossy black neck of his agitated steed. "Let's run, Lucifer."

With a kick and a shout of laughter, they were streaking across the park, straight into Gabriel's destiny.

******

Vivian's wedding morning was quite different from Gabriel's, although she was up nearly as early. Her bottom had fully healed over the past couple of days; certain spots were still tender when pressed but the color had returned completely to normal and she could sit comfortably - although cushions always helped. Penny had made herself completely indispensable, she was quite skilled at elaborate and flattering hair-dos, as well as becoming quite quickly devoted to her kind and beautiful mistress. They hadn't become friends exactly, but Vivian knew that Penny was a companion that she could speak to of the things that Gabriel did to her, because Penny already knew. She was the only female in Vivian's life right now that understood.

In some ways, Vivian had never felt more alone. She'd become so used to Mrs. Banks' constant companionship at the school, as well as the daily studies with her friends, and even though she was coming to know Daphne and Hazel, she felt as though she was keeping so much information from them. But Penny... Penny already knew her secrets. And had shared some of her own. It was through Penny that Vivian knew there were other woman who enjoyed buggery - Penny herself had already coming to an understanding with one of the footmen, and as they were loath to risk pregnancy while they were unmarried, they found their pleasures in other ways.

It was through Penny that Vivian knew exactly what was going to happen to her tonight. The talk that her mother had given her the evening before had been entirely uninformative. "Lay back and let him do as he pleases." As if Gabriel would do anything else, but Vivian felt uncomfortably aware that her father had probably never asked her mother to do the things that Vivian had been trained to. In some ways it had almost made her feel superior, but she had also wanted more of a description as to what would happen, which Penny had provided. 

Friendship was not the word for what they had, but Penny was already becoming something more than a maid. A trusted companion, perhaps. Eventually Daphne and Hazel would be her good friends as well as her new sisters, Vivian was sure of it, but she was also quite sure that she would never feel comfortable sharing the secrets of her intimacies with Gabriel with them. Even if they weren't his sisters, how could they ever understand? Which was why she hadn't told anyone at the school. She couldn't bear the idea that they might look at her differently if they knew what she allowed Gabriel to do to her - enjoyed what Gabriel did to her. 

Even though her bottom had ached, she had felt a small surge of feminine satisfaction every time she'd sat down and been reminded of her punishment. It made her feel safe and watched over, cared for, even though she supposed that in some ways that made no sense. Her pain and pleasure was a little secret between her and Gabriel. He'd touched and taken her body in ways that she'd never even known existed a few months ago, awakened cravings inside of her that both horrified and enthralled her, and she knew that she'd fallen love with him. What she didn't know was whether or not he felt the same for her.

She supposed he must feel something. The strictures he put down for her and enforced seemed to indicate so. And he touched her and held her so tenderly, seeing to her own pleasure as much as his. She felt as if he were a lodestone, constantly drawing her in. Surely that could not be one-sided. Daphne and Hazel had told her that all the ton was agog at their love match and Gabriel's reformation of his previously wild ways. That, too, must mean something. 

"There miss," Penny said, pinning the last wisps of Vivian's hair into place. The elegant coils wrapped round the back of her head, making her neck look even more slender and long than usual. Her hair was like a flame in the early morning light, her eyes standing out large and stark. "You look beautiful."

Just then there was a knock at the door and Vivian's mother entered without waiting. Her eyes immediately went to her daughter and the Baroness cried out with wonderment and surprise at Vivian's beauty. "Oh my... Oh darling, you look glorious."

"Thank you, Mama," Vivian said, smiling as she rose to greet her mother. The Baroness dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, sniffing as she looked her daughter over. 

"I sent for a tray to be brought to us, I thought you might like to have a nice private breakfast," her mother said, smiling proudly. 

"That sounds lovely, although I'm not sure I can eat... my stomach feels as though it's spinning," Vivian said with a light little laugh. Although she made it into a jest, she told the truth. Her nerves were quite agitated now that Penny was done with her hair and the morning sun was shining into the window quite brightly. In only a few more hours she would be a married woman, a Countess and a future Marchioness. She would no longer be poor. And she would be married to a man who enjoyed strapping her with his belt and then shoving his cock up her backside. 

A tingle of excitement zinged through her legs at the thought, even though she knew it was perverse and wrong. It had felt natural and right with Gabriel. She enjoyed the mix of pleasure and pain that she'd become accustomed to at the Finishing School, and even more so when it was shared with him. But she still couldn't help but feel quite anxious about it all. Even with her lessons at the school, could she play the role expected of her in Society as well as the role her husband expected from her in the bedroom? Although at least behind closed doors he was more than willing to show her exactly what he wanted from her, her debut into Society as a married Countess seemed much more fraught with hidden dangers.

"Of course, dear, I remember I barely ate a thing before my wedding," her mother trilled excitedly. "It's perfectly natural to feel nervous. But you must eat something, we can't have you fainting during the ceremony."

"Of course not," Vivian murmured, seating herself at the small table across from her mother. Penny let in the maid who was carrying their tray of food before letting them both out. Heavier foods seemed completely unpalatable and Vivian only put a few slices of toast and fruit on her plate instead of the eggs and kippers that she usually preferred. 

It was reassuring to hear that her mother had been anxious on her wedding day as well, although the idea of fainting during the ceremony certainly didn't help to calm Vivian. Looking at her smiling, excited mother, Vivian couldn't help but wonder about marital relations between her parents and other couples in general. Surely Gabriel couldn't be unique in his desires, some of the things Penny had said indicated otherwise, as well as the fact that Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School was obviously used as a training ground, but did that mean that there were some aspects of that to every marriage? 

Somehow she just couldn't picture her parents doing anything like what Gabriel did to her.

Gabriel's parents on the other hand... Although Lady Audrey was obviously quite strong willed, the Marquess seemed even more so. Maybe it was just because he looked so much like Gabriel, but she could picture her soon to be father being very much like his son. She wondered if she would be able to attain the grace and innate power that Lady Audrey obviously had; even though the woman was a former governess and had only been the daughter of a landless knight, no one dared cross her now. And not just because her husband was so powerful.

Still, if Lady Audrey could rise to the occasion, surely Vivian could follow her example. Lady Audrey certainly seemed more than willing to take Vivian under her wing and continue the education that she'd received at the finishing school. Daphne and Hazel were also already proving themselves to be supportive companions, as well as powerhouses in their own right. Although, with Lady Audrey for a step-mother, they would have had the best example possible. 

As much as Vivian loved her mother, she knew that the Baroness would never be completely comfortable in the upper circles of the ton that Vivian would now be forced to enter as a future Marchioness, and so could not provide a lead for Vivian. But she did seem more and more comfortable with Lady Audrey as a friend, something that Vivian was grateful for, and she felt certain that Lady Audrey would ease the passage of both Vivian and the Baroness into the upper echelons of Society. 

Over breakfast her mother chattered with excitement as Vivian tried to choke down her food. She didn't understand why she was so nervous; after all it's not as if Gabriel would jilt her - he'd paid for her schooling and training just to marry her! And yet some nervous part of her worried that he'd change his mind at the last minute. Then what would she do? Now when she pictured her future, his face was the first thing to pop into her mind, and she wanted the vision of her life that she now had, with Gabriel and his strange brand of pleasure and eventually his children. Her view of the future had shifted considerably since she finished her training at the school, but it was a shining vision that filled her with a deep well of satisfaction.




Marriage Training Ch. 19



******

The wedding was painless, although perhaps not as swift as either Gabriel or Vivian would have liked. All of her doubts and insecurities had melted away when she'd entered the church and looked down the aisle to see him. Even from that distance she'd been able to recognize the look of possessive hunger on his face, the way he seemed to focus so completely on her that it was as if nothing else in the world mattered. And at that moment, nothing else had mattered to her but him and she'd practically floated on her father's arm. The other people's faces and shining clothes went by in a blur. 

She didn't see her friend Emily dabbing at tears, or the jealous countenance of Lady Winifred, the lustful glances of several of the lords in attendance, or even the bouncing joy of her younger siblings. They were just part of the crowd, part of the scenery, that she must walk by to join Gabriel, standing at the alter watching her with an expression that made her feel rather breathless. 

When she put her cool hand in his, heat surrounded her palm and fingers and she almost sighed as a feeling of rightness stole over her. Gabriel was just as affected, staring down into the fathomless depths of her emerald eyes, his gaze traveling over the modest mint green of her gown which still couldn't conceal the pleasing shape of her curves. From the moment she'd walked in the room, he hadn't been able to look anywhere else. 

He barely heard a word of the ceremony, ignoring everything the priest said except for when he was expected to recite his vows and when Vivian made hers. The smile that crossed his face as she promised to love, honor and obey nearly made her falter; she knew from the predatory look in his eyes that when she said "obey" he heard it in an entirely different manner than most men would. And, as usual with Gabriel, that immediately made the area between her legs ache in a way that had become intensely familiar. 

Their wedding breakfast was a torment, as Gabriel amused himself by never relinquishing his hold on her, whether it be her waist, her hip or her hand, and drawing small, teasing circles with his fingers tips over whatever part of her he happened to be touching. Once or twice he even managed to brush the side of her breasts, making her breath hitch. Fortunately no one seemed to notice how closely he was pushing the bounds of propriety - well, except for Lady Audrey who gave him a sharp look, but Vivian felt fairly sure that her new mother had only seen Vivian's reaction, not what Gabriel had actually done.

Some of the congratulations were heartfelt, such as Emily's and Gabriel's sisters'. Others, like Lady Winifred's, were said through clenched teeth. Vivian wished that Mrs. Banks had been able to attend, but she was not of the same social sphere and it wouldn't have been appropriate to invite her companion from Finishing School. It just felt quite strange for her not to be able to see Vivian's social triumph.

Not that the social triumph part mattered all that much to Vivian. She would have been enamored of Gabriel no matter what his station in life. But she was glad that his position had allowed for her family's financial stability. 

Intent on getting Vivian alone and all to himself as soon as possible, it was only the look in his step-mother's eye that kept Gabriel from throwing his bride over his shoulder and storming off with her. After all, he didn't much care what Society thought or even what her parents thought at this point. She was his and he wanted to claim her, with all the barbaric lust of his ancestors that was currently surging through him. But he wouldn't put it past Audrey, or his sisters, to bodily place herself in front of him and make him return to the celebrations, which would embarrass Vivian and could possibly hurt her standing depending on how the gossips decided to tell it. Successfully carrying her off might be embarrassing as well, but she wouldn't have to face anyone right away.

Gabriel was far too amorous to feel the slightest bit embarrassed at all.

Which was probably why Audrey and his sisters were never more than ten feet away from him at any given time as he mingled with the wedding guests, gritting his teeth through a grin. His only satisfaction was in being able to keep his hands on Vivian's person without any outraged matron screeching about impropriety. As newlyweds, they were given much greater leeway with such things. Even if touching her was its own special brand of torture as it only emphasized the fact that she was fully clothed and that he wasn't going to have him to herself anytime soon.

By the time they'd made the rounds of all the guests and Audrey had finally given him a discreet nod of dismissal, amusement quite clear in her laughing hazel eyes, Gabriel had become quite adept as angling his body so that no one would notice the bulge that was pressing against his pants. 

"Thank god," he muttered, immediately grasping Vivian just above her elbow and practically dragging her towards the exit.

"Gabriel? Wait- what... where are we going?" she hissed at him in a frantic whisper, dragging her heels. That was cause for spanking, he decided immediately, and they were going to have a talk about letting him drag her off whenever and however he damned well pleased.

"To my - our - home for some privacy. Immediately," he said back, not bothering to keep his voice down. Off to the side he heard someone titter but he didn't look to see who it was; with all the rumors about their love match floating around London, no one expected him to be anything but impatient now that they'd lingered long enough to satisfy the social expectations. 

"But... my family..." Vivian looked over her shoulder at them, they obviously hadn't noticed yet that she was being escorted out of the room, and then beseechingly up at him. He groaned as those wide green eyes stabbed straight to his heart. After the ceremony he hadn't missed his bride's joy in seeing her siblings, or her pleasure this past week at spending time with her parents.

Pulling her to him, he lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "You have fine minutes to make your farewells, and I promise we'll see them again both before we leave for our honeymoon and after we return. We'll spend as much time with them as you want, in fact, once we return. But right now you have five minutes and then I am taking you out of here, even if I have to put you over my shoulder to do it."

The harsh, ragged quality of his tone and the way his hand tightened on her hip emphasized his point. Vivian was shocked at how aroused she felt by the image he put in her mind, even though she knew she'd never live down the shame of it. Was this what the gossip had meant when they'd talked about Lord Cranborne's "wild" behavior? Would he truly do such a scandalous thing at his own wedding breakfast? 

One look in his molten silver eyes as he pulled away and Vivian was quite sure that yes, yes he would. He wanted to do the things to her that he did when they were alone at night, only now they were married and it was the middle of the day. She hadn't realized that marital relations could be conducted before bedtime. Was he teasing her? "Five minutes," he intoned again, perfectly serious.

Her mouth worked for a moment and then she whirled away. Five minutes to make her farewells and then Gabriel was going to take her to her new home and do... do all the things he hadn't done to her yet. Make her a bride and a married woman in truth.

Warmth flooded her loins, heightening the color in her cheeks, as she hurried to her parents and siblings, her mind irrevocably focused on what might happen once she and Gabriel were alone again.

******

As soon as Gabriel settled himself into the seat of the carriage, he pulled Vivian onto his lap, ignoring her squeal of surprise. Although the carriage ride was only ten minutes long, he intended to put those ten minutes to good use. He was determined that by the time they arrived at his house, she would be as aroused and anxious as he was. 

"Ga-"

He cut off his name with a kiss, smothering the words in her mouth with his lips and tongue. Vivian wriggled for a moment and then submitted, her body relaxing in his arms and inflaming his passions further at her quick acquiesce. She was warm and soft on his lap, one of her arms trapped against his body, the other pressing a hand to his chest as she kissed him back. 

The bump and rolling of the carriage only served to press his groin against her soft bottom and he groaned as the pleasurable friction taunted him. Reaching up to cup her breast, Gabriel used his other hand to wrap around her waist and hold her securely against him. Vivian practically melted in his arms as he pinched her nipple through the fabric of her wedding dress. The small whimpers coming from her throat made him feel triumphantly wild. 

She couldn't believe that Gabriel was touching her like this, in a carriage - even if it was closed - in the middle of the day. Somehow she hadn't thought that he would even be interested in such activities except at night time. After all, hadn't her mother said that her husband would visit her bed in the night? Hadn't her sessions at the school and his visitations always come in the evening? 

Yet Gabriel's intent had been clear from the moment he'd wanted to leave their wedding breakfast. At first she'd almost thought that she'd misunderstood, but now she knew that she hadn't. She couldn't help but feel a heady rush of pleasure that he obviously wanted to touch and kiss her so badly, even if it was rather scandalous. The slightly shocked whispers as she'd been hurried from their guests should have bothered her, but they didn't. 

"Oh!" she gasped, writhing slightly as his lips left her mouth and latched onto her neck. Her lips felt swollen from his passionate kiss, her pulse throbbed as he sucked on the delicate skin of her throat and she clung to him, her legs stirring restlessly as her thighs rubbed together in an attempt to ease the aching tension building between her legs. "Gabriel... is this... are we...?"

He chuckled, pinching her nipple tightly between his fingers and tormenting both of them as she let out a whimper of pain that made his cock jerk against the swell of her buttocks. 

"No sweet, I'm not going to deflower you in the carriage... but I am going to make you burn." The hand around her waist moved to her lower stomach, pressing erotically so close to the area that she yearned for pressure but not coming quite close enough. Vivian's body undulated, her hips reaching for his touch. "I'm going to make you burn for me and when we get to the house I'm going to take you to our room, to our bed, and then... I'm going to take my time."

Vivian couldn't find the words to tell him that she was already burning; as often as she'd had her passions roused since she'd begun her marriage training, she had never experienced the full onslaught of passion that Gabriel was unleashing now. Before this he'd always had to be so controlled, keeping his own lusts under a tight leash, and so had not been able to indulge himself as much as he'd wanted. Now his hands wandered, and even through the thick fabric of her wedding dress his touched burned her, every caress stroking the flames higher as she writhed for him. 

Turning her slightly in his lap to give him better access to her body, Gabriel faced her away from him. He was disappointed that he couldn't see her face, but now he could cup both of her breasts in his hands, or slide his hand down between her legs. Arranging her so that she had one leg on either side of his, he spread his legs and forced hers to spread as well, under her skirts, allowing her no pressure or friction against the swollen, sodden folds of her pussy. Whimpering, Vivian instinctively arched her back, which ground her bottom against her husband's lap, his stiff rod nestled in the cleft of her cheeks. 

One day, he promised himself, they would be in this position again, but her skirts would be lifted and she'd be riding his cock while he played with her bared breasts. Before a ball, so that she would spend the evening with his seed dripping down her legs; he had no doubt that she would entertain him all night with her blushes in such a situation. 

Fortunately for both of them, the ride between his father's house and his own was not long, or he might have truly lost all control and lifted her skirts then and there to have her. 

When the carriage rocked to a halt, Gabriel gave her full breasts one last firm squeeze before gently placing her back on her side of the carriage to give them both a moment to recover. She looked absolutely delicious, her cheeks flushed bright red, her lips swollen, and her hair just disheveled enough to soften the elaborate coiffure. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took, her lips slightly parted as she sucked in air. The slightly dazed look in his eyes had every one of his masculine sense singing with smugness. 

"Come, sweet," he said, opening the door and stepping down before turning back to offer his hand. "Time to go inside."

The absolutely wolfish grin that accompanied his words would have caused many a proper matron to swoon, it was so clear what his intent was. Vivian could only gape at him, her senses whirling chaotically as the abrupt loss of his touch rendered her anxiously wanton. She wanted to throw herself on top of him, not step sedately out of the carriage like a lady. Right now she didn't feel at all like a proper lady should. 

Blushing furiously, she accepted his hand and stepped down, trying not to look at the coachman - wondering how much he'd been able to hear. When they were in the carriage she'd completely forgotten about him, completely forgotten that they were somewhere that they could be overheard or discovered. Would there ever be a day when Gabriel didn't completely overcome her sense and sensibilities?

He didn't even look as though he had a hair out of place, his expression completely solemn except for the way his eyes burned whenever he looked at her. Other than that, he was the very image of propriety and solicitous husband. Whereas she felt wrinkled and rumpled, her face hot from blushing, out of breath, and completely discombobulated. 

It truly wasn't fair. 

Gabriel led her up the stairs before he swept her up in his arms to cross the threshold. Giggling, Vivian clung to him, but then she was only able to gasp in shock as he swept right past the servants who had gathered.

"I'll introduce you to your new mistress later, Mrs. Pringle," he called over his shoulder to the housekeeper who was watching him with obvious amusement as he carried Vivian up the stairs. Moaning with embarrassment, she buried her face in his shoulder as the housekeeper began to shoo the other servants away, doing her best to ignore the small encouraging cheers that followed them up to the second landing. 

Even so, she couldn't summon anger over his high-handed ways; indeed, part of her thrilled to it. She'd heard some of the whispers about the purported love match between them and she knew that it had become true on her side. If Gabriel's actions were any indication, there was certainly more than just an arrangement on his. 

Vivian's suspicions were even more on point than she realized; Gabriel was almost shocked at his complete loss of control, the fact that his desire for her had overridden any sense of propriety. Not that his servants were upset about this turn of events; he'd heard more than one of them gleefully expounding on their winnings from servants in other households' as he'd headed up the stairs. Well he was happy to have helped them to win. 

More than one bet was probably being settled at White's this afternoon, after the witnesses had seen him and Vivian off. The matrons might have been shocked at the indecent way he'd hurried his bride out the door, but the gentlemen had been settling their bets. Of course some bets were for after the marriage, contemplation of whether or not Gabriel would return to his rakish ways, but he knew he was going to disappoint those who thought a leopard couldn't change his spots. 

All of his predatory instincts had become focused on one woman; on making her laugh, seeing her smile, hearing her whimpers and moans... theirs would not be the usual relationship. Perhaps the way he wanted to dominate her, to dangle her over the thin line between pain and pleasure was not the stuff of sweeping romance the way young misses on the marriage mart pictured it, but it was what worked for him... what worked for her. 

"I'll never be able to look Mrs. Pringle in the face after this," Vivian whispered into his collar, clutching at his jacket. 

Laughing, Gabriel shifted her weight in his arms as he strode down the hall to the room they'd be sharing. "Of course you will, sweet. And like a proper housekeeper she'll pretend that she never saw a thing. Besides, I'm sure she'd be thanking you if she thought it was appropriate."

"Thanking me? For what?" Vivian asked curiously. She peeked out of Gabriel's collar as he paused, realizing that they were now standing in front of a doorway, the door only partially open. Keeping her pressed against him, Gabriel shouldered it aside. 

"For her winnings. I'll eat my hat if she's not one of the staff that bet on a love match."

So busy looking around the room, Vivian didn't take immediate notice of his words. There was plenty to distract her; the room was incredibly large and airy, her trunks had already been piled against one wall but the decor was decidedly masculine. Forest green velvet draped against the large windows on the far wall as well as the bed; muted orange and rust cushions adorned the cream colored window seat. A delicate ivory vanity, looking rather out of place against the darker woods of the other furniture, was set near one of the windows. Next to it was a chair that she recognized as having come directly from Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School, and even as she shuddered, she felt her insides clench in anticipation. 

As Gabriel set her down, the meaning of his words finally punctured her thoughts as she took in the details of the bedroom. 

"What?" She asked, spinning to face him, tilting her head back to look him directly in the fact.

One dark eyebrow raised as he placed his hands on her hips. "I'm quite certain that Mrs. Pringle won quite a bit of money off of betting on a love match between us."

Warmth, completely different from the erotic flames that he had kindled earlier, bloomed in her belly, heading upwards as she stared hopefully up at him. Did he mean what she thought he did? She licked her lips, too afraid to ask, too afraid to bare her heart and appear vulnerable to him.

But she couldn't hide her emotions, not from him. Although she'd long since perfected a social mask, it didn't even occur to her to employ it now, and so all her hope, all her reciprocated love, all her adoration, flashed across her face along with her anxiety and uncertainty. 

"This is a love match," Gabriel said gently, pressing his thumb to her lower lip, as if to leave an imprint on the full bow. "At least on my part. I think I might have loved you from the moment I saw you, although I didn't realize exactly what the emotion was. I only knew that I wanted you, that I had to have you, to be the one to awaken your passions, to receive your submission. And every moment since then, you've done nothing but draw me in deeper."

Lips brushed over her forehead as Vivian closed her eyes and made a small noise in the back of her throat. She felt frozen to the spot, held immobile by his hand on her hips and the fingers cupping her chin, the thumb that dipped into her mouth as she opened her lips to receive him. These flowery words, this confession, was nothing that she had ever expected from him. Even if he never said them again, she would hold them to her heart. 




Marriage Training Ch. 19



"Look at me, sweet." His voice deepened, roughened, and her eyes flew open to meet his silver gaze, the green flecks in his eyes blazing. Fingers trailed over her cheek, gently, almost reverently. "There will be times that I discipline you, times when I punish you for no other reason than the pleasure of hearing you scream or cry, but never doubt that I will always be there for you, to protect you, to adore you, and I will cherish every cry from your throat, every tear from your eyes. You were mine from the moment I saw you, and now you've given yourself to me, and every single one of those bloody fools who bet against a love match are reaping what they deserve."

Vivian's heart was in her throat, her pulse pounding madly. She should have been running, screaming, at the idea of being at the beck and call of a man who promised to punish her, even when it was undeserved. Instead, every inch of her body was tingling, tightening, yearning. Her training had showed her that she could, if not enjoy, use pain for her own purposes, that it would enhance her pleasures even if the path to ecstasy was lined with thorns. And she already knew that Gabriel could bestow incredible rapture, even if it was accompanied by the sting of his hand. 

Knowing that he'd paid for the school, she'd realized that he'd trained her to his specifications for what he wanted in a wife, but he was everything she'd never realized she'd wanted in a husband. Something inside of her responded to his promise with a welling of emotion that she would have never expected. She blessed Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks and the school for showing her how things could be, for helping her to find her limits, for teaching her how intimate and wonderful relations between a man and woman could be, for opening her up to the desires that had been hidden inside of her all along. Without the school, Gabriel's desires would have frightened her. Now she knew that she not only could live with his preferences, she preferred them as well, craved them in fact. 

"I love you too," she whispered, staring up at him as his thumb eased back out of her mouth. 

The smile that curved his lips was only visible for a second before he lowered his mouth to hers. Vivian reached up to touch him, but he grasped her wrists in one hand, holding them behind her in the small of her back. She moaned into his mouth, pressing her body against him as her arousal flared back up again with a vengeance. The fires had been banked, waiting, and now they roared to life, accompanied by the secure warmth that only came from knowing one's value, from acknowledging the meaning behind the act.

The kiss seared her with its intensity, she'd been kissed by Gabriel often enough to note the difference, although she didn't realize it was because he was no longer holding anything back from her. There was no need, as he no longer had to refrain from taking her virginity.

Step by step he backed her towards the bed, her satin curves pressing against him as she stumbled and tripped over her train, held up by his arms. He didn't mind in the least, enjoying the way her body moved against his, further aroused by the way she clung to him to keep herself upright. Torn between wanting to ensure she enjoyed this experience despite the pain of losing her maidenhead and wanting to bury himself in her immediately, Gabriel broke off the kiss and turned her around. 

"Put your hands on the bed. Don't move them."

Vivian trembled as she did what he said, her legs automatically sliding apart to help her keep her balance as she bent forward. Placing her hands on the dark green comforter spread over the bed she couldn't help but notice how small her pale hands looked, her slender arms encased in the mint green of her dress. The darker forest green almost seemed to make her skin glow. 

Slight pressure against the base of her neck, and then it released and hot lips pressed themselves against her revealed skin, Gabriel's body pressing into her from behind. She moaned as his weight rested against her, arms trembling as she held them upright. The fact that he'd only undone a couple of buttons meant that he had to bend over her completely to kiss her neck, his rigid erection digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks. Remembering how it had felt a few nights ago when he'd thrust inside of her, the burning as he'd taken her ass, she couldn't help but whimper in excitement. 

A few more buttons, another kiss... he followed the pattern over and over again, trailing kisses slowly down her spin until he reached the top of her corset. Then he pulled the buttons apart much faster, the gown sagging around her body as it opened for him. 

"Stand up."

He pulled the gown from her arms, down her hips and had her step out of it, leaving her in corset, chemise and drawers, still facing away from him. 

"Hands back on the bed," Gabriel ordered, his voice more hoarse as he placed his hands on her hips, caressing them while she leaned forward again.

Knowing that she was presenting her bottom to him, in a way that practically begged him to spank it, Vivian emotions kilted wildly between excitement and anxiety. Would he spank her on their wedding night? The confusion, the fear, only added to her building arousal. 

The laces of her corset pulled and loosened, allowing her to take deeper breaths, and then it fell from her body, joining her gown on the floor and leaving her only thinly covered. 

"Stay like that. Just. Like. That." Gabriel's voice was rough, heavy with desire, and Vivian shivered as he stepped away, missing his warmth immediately. The sound of fabric sliding indicated that he was disrobing. Wanting to see him, wanting to know what he looked like under his shirt and pants, Vivian craned her neck around. 

She only got a glimpse of broad shoulders, a muscled torso, and crisp black hairs scattered across his chest, before a sharp smack to her bottom had her head whipping back around. 

"I told you to stay in place." 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He spanked her three more times before she cried out, her bottom stinging from the hard slaps, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his comforter. The red markings across her creamy skin, visible through the thin fabric of her drawers and chemise, made it even more difficult for him to pull himself free of his pants as his erection had become hard to the point of almost being painful. As much as he would have liked to give Vivian free reign to look her fill, to touch him, he knew that if he saw the same level of arousal in her eyes that he would be on her like a beast, unable to control his baser impulses, and that he might hurt her unintentionally. If she actually touched him, he thought he might spill prematurely, he was so achingly hard. 

There would be plenty of time for her to look, touch and explore to her heart's delight, once he'd sated both of them.

Pulling the pantaloons down over her hips, the smell of her arousal filled his nose as she lifted each of her feet so that he could remove them completely. The red prints on her bottom were already fading to pink, between her cheeks her pussy lips were swollen and pink, slick with her juices. Placing his hands on either side of the tempting lips, he pulled them apart, leaving Vivian gasping as his hot breath wafted across her sensitive inner folds. 

Her elbows buckled and then collapsed, leaving her bending over with her bottom high in the air, her legs spread and her pussy parted, her head resting on her forearms. The airy fabric of her chemise slid up her lowered body, breasts hanging beneath her as her nipples rubbed against the silky fabric. 

"Please..." she begged, wanting him to touch her, to satisfy the throbbing need that was pulsing inside of her. "Oh please..."

Although the idea of making her beg explicitly appealed, it wasn't quite the same when Gabriel couldn't see her face. Besides, his mouth was watering with the need to taste her. 

Honey, musk and woman exploded on his tongue as he swiped it up her center, her gasp filling his ears. With a growl, he delved back into her folds, teasing, tasting and feasting on her most delicate parts as Vivian's legs trembled. The sensations coursing through her were incredible, burgeoning and swelling inside of her, without giving her the stimulation she needed to cross the line. Pleasure built upon pleasure, her hips working as Gabriel's mouth feasted. 

Then his mouth moved upwards, licking, sucking, his tongue sliding into her virgin hole and exploring as she gasped and clenched. The sensation was unlike the fingers she'd already experienced, less deep and yet teasingly pleasurable. She ached to be filled. The path of his tongue continued until he reached the star of her anus, so recently invaded and deflowered. Sensitive nerves buzzed and sang as he licked and sucked on the tiny hole, lavishing it with affection.

Vivian was lost in the sea of pleasure, working towards culmination in tiny increments that were driving her wild. The rasp of Gabriel's tongue against all her most sensitive organs except the one she desperately needed, had her sanity teetering on the brink. Gasps and moans filled the air, unable to articulate her need in any other way. 

When he withdrew, laving one last lick over her swollen, sodden folds, Vivian sobbed out a protest. She was pulled upright and her chemise yanked over her head before strong arms closed around her like steel bands, only momentarily, before tossing her on the bed. 

Wide eyed, she stared as Gabriel crawled onto the bed after her. His arms and chest were just as magnificent as the statues she'd seen at the British Museum, although none of the statues had the warmth of color that his skin did or the crisply, curling black hair that adorned the flat planes of his chest and ran from his belly button in a line down to his cock. Beneath him, his erection hung hot and heavy, so hard that it was practically slapping up against his stomach despite gravity's pull. Angrily red and purple, it was pointing straight between Vivian's spread thighs. 

"Oh..." she said in wonderment, drinking him in with her eyes, but when she reached to touch him, he caught her wrist.

"Not this time, sweet," he murmured, trying to ignore the hunger that he saw in her eyes. That hunger was not permission to take her as hard and fast as he wanted; he needed to break her in slowly before unleashing his desires completely. His body pressed against hers, hot and hard and heavy, making both of them groan as his erection dug almost painfully into her stomach.

Holding her wrists above her head with one hand, Gabriel grabbed for the restraints that he'd had permanently secured to his bed in anticipation of bringing Vivian home as his wife. He'd never had another woman in this bed before, he'd always known that he'd want it reserved especially for the woman he married. But he'd also known that with Vivian, there would be special accoutrements that he would desire, one of which was the ability to restrain her in creative and titillating ways. 

The restraints attached to the heavy headboard were simple leather cuffs on chains that were bolted to the wood. More like them were attached to each of the posts on the four corners of the bed, although all of those were adjustable in length, and they were hidden away in the drapes. Likewise hidden away were the ones concealed in the canopy. But those would be for another day.

Right now all he wanted was to secure Vivian's hands so that she couldn't touch him and precipitate a response that he couldn't control. He didn't want to restrain her completely because once he was inside her, he wanted to feel her moving beneath him, around him, but her wrists... her wrists absolutely had to be restrained immediately. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to guarantee his control. 

"But I want to touch you," she said, wide green eyes staring up at him as he secured her wrists inside the soft leather, ensuring that it wasn't too tight. The innocent request made his cock pulse and he had to lift his hips to decrease the pressure on his turgid length. 

"Sometimes you'll be able to... and sometimes you won't," he said uncompromisingly. 

Being completely at his mercy, knowing that he would dictate and guide every encounter between them, sent a rush of heat through Vivian. She pulled experimentally on the bindings around her wrist and found them to be completely secure; excitement throbbed inside of her as Gabriel slid down her body until he was level with her breasts.

The heavy mounds were tipped with taut pink nipples, just begging to be kissed and sucked. Gabriel obliged. Taking a breast in each hand, he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh with firm fingers, wrapping his hands completely around each mound. Lowering his lips to her nipple, he listened to his new wife moan as he sucked, gently at first and then with increasing intensity. Her whimpers were quickly accompanied by the writhing of her body, back and forth and then thrusting her hips in the air, seeking him out. 

Alternating between the tiny pink buds, Gabriel's attentions became more forceful, almost painful, as the color of her nipples darkened from his ministrations. Vivian's body arched, seeking more stimulation, her eyes half-lidded as she watched him suckling at her body. She was all too aware of how she was laid out before him, completely open to his hands and mouth, like a banquet for him to plunger. 

One hand slipped down her stomach and slid through the coppery curls of her mound, teasing her as she gasped and jerked her hips upwards to meet the questing fingers. 

Heat pulsed against Gabriel's palm as he slid one long finger into the silken vise of her body, stretching her virgin channel. Sucking hard on her nipple, he thrust his finger back and forth, mimicking the sex act. His cock was weeping fluid steadily, coating the head and readying himself to breach her entrance; but first he wanted to ensure that she was as ready as she could be. 

Easing his finger mostly out, when he pressed back in it was with two fingers. Vivian groaned, her fingers clenching into fists as her body stretched to accommodate the increased girth. Mrs. Banks' fingers had been much more slender, much shorter than Gabriel's; he reached inside of her body and explored, much deeper than her companion had ever been able to. The slight discomfort of being stretched reminded her of how it had felt when he'd taken her rear entrance after their engagement ball, but this was different... easier... more immediately satisfying.

His fingers curved inside of her and found a spot that made her feel faint with pleasure, her legs trying to close and pull him deeper into her. If only he would touch that spot again... 

Lifting his head from her breasts, leaving her nipples red and swollen from his attentions, Gabriel watched Vivian's face as he stroked that sweet spot deep inside of her with the sensitive pads of his fingers, letting the base of his hand come to rest against her clit. As she moved her hips in instinctive rhythm, that sensitive bud pressed against his hand and she spasmed around him, her lips parting as her eye lashes fluttered.

He watched the pulse in her throat as her back arched, her neck elongating as she ground herself down on his hand, completely lost to her pleasure. Delicate pinks and reds suffused her face, her neck, her upper chest, her breasts jiggling as her body began to shake. Although her legs couldn't close completely, they tightened about his thighs as she writhed for him, sucking in a hot breath before she let it out on a scream. 

Everything tightened and released, she convulsed beneath him in utter abandon as the pleasure washed over her. Nothing existed but the heat and the sizzling delight... 

Then she was empty, but only for a moment, before something hard and thick began to push into her. There was a moment of stinging pain, like a snap against her most sensitive areas, and then a feeling of fullness that amplified the pleasure she was awash in. 

Gabriel groaned, his breathing ragged as he did his best to slowly sink into her, aware from her pleasure glazed eyes that she might not even realize it if he truly hurt her at this moment. Fortunately she was as wet and slick as a woman could be, her body welcoming him even as it trembled under the strain of accommodating his cock in last virgin channel. The thin veil of her maidenhead had provided no protection at all against his rampant cock, only the slightest trace of blood streaked its length as he pulled out slightly and began to press in, deeper. 

The sensation of being utterly filled had Vivian rocking as Gabriel buried himself inside of her. She was barely aware of what was happening; only in the pleasure that was sweeping through her, the long-awaited culmination of all his teasing, his caresses, his hot kisses. With his arms braced on either side of her, Gabriel's body was hot and hard against her softer curves, the wiry hairs on his chest abrading the sensitized tips of her nipples. 

When their groins finally met, she gasped at the sensation of having his hard body pressing against her clitoris while she was completely filled. The pain of losing her maidenhead has been swift enough not to bother her, even if she hadn't already become accustomed to experiencing some pain with her pleasure. Although her orgasm was receding, leaving her limp-limbed and satisfied, she could still enjoy the sensation of feeling Gabriel so intimately connected with her. 

Then he began to move. 

It was almost unbearably pleasurable as his cock dragged in and out of her tight sheath, his body rubbing against her sensitive lips and swollen clit, all of her intimate places already buzzing from her climax. Vivian had learned that those swollen tissues were much more responsive immediately following pleasure, and with Gabriel's cock inside of her it was almost an overload of sensations.

When her eyes finally focused, it was to see his silver gaze staring down at her. His face was almost grim, jaw-locked as he struggled to keep control over his impulses, a battle which he was slowly losing as her wet heat gripped him and rippled. The silken vise of her body, the satin of her skin against his, was calling for him to plunder, to ravage, to claim. Seeing her eyes, framed by those long lashes, watery with the tears from the intense sensations, was his undoing.

Gabriel groaned, giving way to his base instincts. Immediately his hips began to move, harder, rougher, pounding into the softness between her legs and Vivian cried out. Her training helped her, the combination of pain and pleasure as he thrust hard into her body was something she was used to, even if the manner in which it was being delivered was foreign to her. 

When her legs started to tighten about him again, he reared back, sliding his arms under her thighs to keep them spread wide. The new position also had the effect of lifting her hips higher, allowing him to slide deeper, and he could watch as the glossy length of his cock, slightly sheened with pink from her virgin's blood, pumped between lips that were swollen tight around his girth. He could see every jiggle of her breasts, every moan as it crossed her lips, and the way her coppery curls melded with his darker thatch of hair whenever he slammed home. 

Leaning forward slightly, his body abraded her swollen clit, driving her higher and higher as his own lusts spurred him onwards. Since he had already taken her to her peak, he didn't feel the slightest ounce of guilt over concentrating on his own pleasure, but it didn't matter anyway. Vivian's body was humming with the sexual energy that Gabriel had unleashed on her, her innermost instincts thrilling to his handling of her body and his intentness on his own desires. She enjoyed being the vessel for his pleasure, it thrilled her, satisfied her in some primal way that she didn't understand. 




Marriage Training Ch. 19



Watching his face as he leaned over her, easing his ache between her thighs, she saw as the stony tension fractured and then fell apart, his lips parting as he groaned in passion. Her insides tightened around him, she was utterly fascinated by the way his face twisted as he thrust hard into her, his ecstasy practically glowing from his dark features. It set off a smaller spasm within her, causing her to ripple and massage the length of his cock as he filled her with his seed. 

Vivian moaned helplessly as Gabriel allowed her legs to fall and his weight came down on her, pressing hard against her clit and sending her into paroxysms of delayed pleasure. Her body milked him as he hunched over her, back muscles rippling with the contractions of his own body, until he finally slumped, almost boneless.

The weight of him took her breath away, but she liked it too. It was a comforting kind of weight. She liked the way he felt on top of her, as if he was enveloping her instead of the other way around; she liked the way her body cradled his, the way he felt as she slid her legs over his, twining her limbs around him. Even if she couldn't hold him with her arms, at least she could do so with her legs.

Soft murmurs were followed by kisses up her neck and finally to her lips, laced with such tenderness that it nearly sparked tears in her eyes. Gabriel's fingers slid through her hair, pulling pins out as he went. She hadn't even realized how uncomfortable they had become until he began to alleviate it. Spreading her copper tresses across his pillow, he smiled at a fantasy fulfilled. Vivian in his bed, chained to it in fact, with that glorious hair gleaming against the white of his sheets. 

Although leaving her chained was tempting, Gabriel decided to release her before he got up to wet a cloth in the basin of warmed water his valet had left them, foresighted man that he was. Fortunately Vivian hadn't bled much, but enough to tinge the cloth pink as he cleaned her. The lips of her pussy looked swollen and used, her delicate inner thighs were reddened from being wrapped around his body, and there were faint marks on her wrists where she'd pulled at the restraints.

The hazy, sated look in her eyes was that of a woman well pleasured. It was a look that made Gabriel's heart leap in his chest, he'd worried - after - that he'd been too vigorous, but if he had it hadn't mattered. She'd enjoyed it anyway. 

"Are you sore, sweet?" he asked, dropping the soiled cloth to the side of the bed and spreading her thighs wider to look, enjoying that she still blushed at being revealed to him. 

Fingers pressed against her nether lips and she winced.

"A bit," she admitted, his fingers bringing alive the ache in her muscles, unaccustomed to the use they'd been put to. But she didn't move to resist his touch, her hands laying passively by her head, arms up, and legs still spread to where he had put them. Gabriel couldn't resist gently caressing those sore, sensitive tissues until she gave a little moan as wetness spread across his fingers. "I'll be more gentle tonight."

Vivian blinked, surprised, but too pleasure-lazy to truly show it. "Tonight? Again?"

Laughing, Gabriel crawled back up her body and lay on his side, pulling her into his arms so that her face nuzzled into his chest. Vivian took advantage of the opportunity to wrap her arm around him, the other trapped between their bodies, and rub her cheek against the rough hair of his body. It felt as wonderful as she'd imagined to be held so by him, like this, unlike the other night when he'd kept the bed dressings between their bodies. His heat engulfed her, surrounded her in a cocoon of protection. 

"Again... and again and again... as many times I can have you, in as many ways possible, at all hours of the day," Gabriel said, dropping kisses across the top of her head, winding her hair through his fingers. A shiver went through Vivian, her thighs tightening together against the sore ache that was still residing there and Gabriel laughed again. "Sleep sweet. You must be tired after this morning, and you'll need your rest for tonight."

For tonight and all the nights to come. And mornings. Hell, she'd be lucky if he let her out of bed any time in the next week. Idly caressing that soft back, feeling the subtle play of flesh beneath his hands as her breathing deepened, he realized that it had only taken her moments to drift off to sleep. 

His wife. At last.

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Gabriel's & Vivian's story has evolved and changed in many ways since I first started writing it... this is just another. I had originally intended to continue the story past this point, but when I reached it, I realized I had come to the end. Gabriel and Vivian agreed with me, although rest assured, they live happily (if kinkily) ever after. Thanks for the continual comments and feedback, it really did change the way this story ended up going, as did Gabriel and Vivian themselves... Moving on from here I think I'm going to go a little darker, which is what I had originally intended to do with this story only to be deterred by reader calls for romance and Gabriel and Vivian's own inclinations =) Look for the beginning of my next series, The Wolf, coming soon... and you can always check out my Blog for more information on characters, books and series.