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."

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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.