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.

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"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.