Marriage Training Ch. 06

Sucking harder, Vivian ran her tongue under and around Mrs. Banks fingers, the act itself had become rather pleasurable as Mrs. Banks murmured words of encouragement and praise. The accolades made her insides fill with warmth, feeding into her need to please, and the rewarding pleasure of Mrs. Banks' caresses further affirming her value. The wetness between her legs was growing, despite the blazing fire in her bottom and the fear that she had displeased her companion to the point of being undeserving of the incredible ecstasy that usually followed her spankings. Rolling Vivian's proud nipples between her fingers, Mrs. Banks pushed the fingers of her other hand deeper into Vivian's mouth. The young woman accepted them eagerly as they began to move back and forth, thrusting deeply between her pouting lips.

"Very good Vivian," Mrs. Banks said, tugging insistently on the young woman's nipple. "Your husband is going to be so pleased with your pretty mouth and tongue."

A shiver went through Vivian at the idea of being on her knees before a man, his fingers delving so intimately between her lips as her body buzzed with need and pleasure. Sometimes she wondered if her future husband would truly enjoy the things that Mrs. Banks was teaching her, but as she had found her own ecstasy at Mrs. Banks' hands she could only assume that her husband would find a similar kind of climax through these activities.

By the time Mrs. Banks removed her fingers from Vivian's mouth, shiny with saliva, Vivian was practically panting with need. Her nipples were stiff and throbbing, aching for more of Mrs. Banks' touch and yet the need between her legs was even more potent. On her knees, with her hands restrained behind her back, she was too overwhelmed by pure erotic desire to feel vulnerable or frightened. All she wanted was the sweet relief of climax.

"Up on your feet," Mrs. Banks said, assisting Vivian. She led the unresisting girl over to the bed, bending her face down on top of it. Vivian moaned as her aching nipples were pressed into the coverlet, rubbed by the scratchy fabric. Hands twitching in the silken cord, she was reminded of how helpless she was when Mrs. Banks began to rub and squeeze at her poor buttocks.

The little whimpering cries that such rough treatment elicited only spurred Mrs. Banks onward. She could see the slick honey that was coating Vivian's pussy lips, darkening the framing copper curls and turning her inner pink lips to a shiny gloss. Vivian was creaming herself even more as her abused cheeks were fondled, reigniting the stinging burn. The young woman didn't even try to protest or struggle, instead her legs spread instinctively as her hot inner core demanded satisfaction.

Smiling smugly at this further proof of Vivian's aptitude for such treatment, Mrs. Banks rewarded the young woman by thrusting two fingers directly into her molten heat. The tightness of Vivian's tunnel clasped her fingers, squeezing tightly as Vivian's hips rocked upwards in response to the direct stimulation. With her free hand, Mrs. Banks began to rub the swollen little pearl beneath her thrusting fingers, causing Vivian to gasp and buck in heated response.

She was so ready, so aroused, that her climax began almost immediately, curling her toes and forcing a high pitched shriek from her throat. The ecstasy rolled over her, rippling through her flesh and her body rubbed against the fabric of her bed as her insides spasmed. The rough fabric rubbed against her nipples heightening the sensations as Mrs. Banks continued to rub her inside and out, sending her flying higher and higher.

The intense rapture almost made her faint as the heady sensations consumed her, devouring her reason and leaving her a quivering mass of passion. Her throaty cries finally slowed as Mrs. Banks skillfully led her orgasm to its denouement, slowing her own movements and lessening the pressure on Vivian's sensitive clit. The young woman slumped on the bed, shocked at her own response to Mrs. Banks stimulation of her body. Despite the severity of her punishment and the throbbing ache that still burned in her bottom, it was the most intense orgasm yet.

When Mrs. Banks withdrew her hands from Vivian's private crevices those areas still throbbed with the satisfying after effects of her climax. Unwrapping Vivian's wrists from the cord, Mrs. Banks tutted over the reddened skin that had resulted from Vivian's minor struggles and twitches.

"You must be careful not to injure yourself," Mrs. Banks said as she helped Vivian into bed, forcing her to sit on her burning bottom as she rubbed the young woman's wrists with cream. Shifting uncomfortably, Vivian wondered how Mrs. Banks could be so concerned about her reddened wrists so soon after putting her through much worse pain by spanking her! It made no sense and yet it was true nonetheless.

"Yes Mrs. Banks," she said dutifully. After all, she certainly did not want to incur further punishment.

Once Mrs. Banks was finished soothing Vivian's wrists and tucking her into bed, she gave the young woman a kiss on her forehead. She thought that Vivian made quite a pretty picture, all that red hair braided back, tendrils falling around her face, green eyes both sleepy and content. Knowing that she was going to bed with a very sore bottom only increased the appeal, for a certain kind of mind. "I know that this evening was difficult, but you handled it wonderfully Vivian, I'm very proud of you." As Vivian flushed pink with pleasure, despite the soreness of her bottom as it pressed into the bed, Mrs. Banks smiled down at her with understandable indulgence. "Try to rest this evening. Tomorrow night when we return you will have another examination with Dr. Monroe before your Marriage Training."

Vivian made a face, but quickly smoothed out her expression as Mrs. Banks arched an eyebrow at her. She didn't want her companion to know that Dr. Monroe frightened her and she certainly didn't want to be accused of impertinence or disrespect.

"Yes Mrs. Banks."

With one last smile, her companion left her. Immediately Vivian turned onto her side, wincing at the ache in her poor bottom. She worried a little over the idea of another examination with Dr. Monroe, remembering the humiliation and excitement at being nude in front of a man, being touched by a man... but she also knew that she did not want to keep herself up again. Closing her eyes she forced her thoughts away from her sore buttocks and Dr. Monroe, instead picturing herself walking up a church aisle in a white dress to a man who would, on their wedding night, put his fingers in her mouth and between her legs and bring her to such inexpressible pleasure.

And maybe, she thought with a little shiver of fear and anticipation, he would spank her a little too.