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?