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.

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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.

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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.