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.