Marriage Training Ch. 07

Author's note: This series is meant to be read in order, it is highly suggested that you read the previous chapters rather than starting in the middle.

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Leaning back in his chair, Lord Cranborne frowned at the report his estate manager had given him. Ever since his father had begun to hand over some of the estates to Gabriel to run, giving him experience with the handling of estate matters as well as relieving some of the burden on the Marquess, his days had been filled with worries about crop yields, horses and the tenants. It was a large part of the reason that he did not have the time to train his future wife in the manner which he desired.

But that was why he'd put his trust into Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School. Just thinking about his future wife and trying to imagine what she must look like as she was put through her training roused his desires. He couldn't wait to actually spy upon her examination and her punishment this evening, and yet he knew that he couldn't allow himself to dwell on such thoughts or he would become far too distracted to be able to attend to his affairs.

Affairs which needed his attention if he was going to have the estates in order by the time of his wedding. He wanted plenty of time to indulge himself with his new wife, sate the ardor that he'd had for her from the moment he saw her.

Contemplating relieving himself, Gabriel decided that the agony of denied release would make the evening all the more sweet. He would rather wait and spend his seed with the real Vivian in front of him, rather than to the image he held in his mind.

After all, he'd been waiting this long for her. A few more hours was nothing.

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Shifting uncomfortably on the dining room chair, Vivian did her best to attend to her luncheon, despite the ache that lingered in her bottom. She could see Mrs. Banks watching her out of the corner of her eye and she knew that she must stop fidgeting so much or it would be listed on the tally of her infractions and her poor buttocks would pay the price later. Strangely the ache didn't bother her quite so much as it had the day before, despite the fact that it was stronger.

It was almost as if she was learning to embrace the pain rather than fight against it and allow it to distract her. And it didn't hurt that, for the first time, she'd been early to the morning meeting place. A small smile played across her lips as she complimented the young woman playing hostess on the soup. Despite the prior evening's harsh punishment she felt almost blissful. She knew what was expected of her and today she was making her way through each passing hour gracefully.

Her playing on the pianoforte was flawless, one of the companions had complimented her on her elegant script as she'd composed a letter, she quickly soothed one of the crying maids after she accidentally spilled a tray during tea - without disrupting the service - and she was always smiling. All with a bottom that still stung whenever she sat down. But she didn't show it and that was the important part. She could practically feel the approval emanating from her companion.

Indeed, Mrs. Banks was more than pleased. Only once or twice had she caught the slight wince as Vivian sat, proof that the young woman was still feeling the effects of her chastisement, and yet not once had she faltered today. It was such a marked improvement over yesterday that she was considering ways in which she might reward her young pupil. Perhaps with one of the new Gothic romances, she knew that Vivian enjoyed them and there were not many opportunities for the students to read the latest. She needed to make it something outside of the usual course of training, as all of Vivian's pleasurable physical rewards were, of necessity, in response to the punishment portion of her training. But Mrs. Banks firmly believed in acknowledging good behavior.

And she was very proud of her student. Covering her physical discomfort and going about her day alert and as normally as possible was an important component of the woman she needed to become in order to best serve the Earl as a wife.

Looking at Miss Stafford now, in a plum colored dress that accentuated her narrow waist and a cream and plum hat perched atop her head to keep the sun from her face as they tended to the gardens, one would never know that she had been harshly disciplined the evening before. Which was exactly how it should be.

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When Mrs. Banks came to collect Vivian after dinner her stomach was still feeling rather hollow, as her companion had instructed her not to eat too heavily before her examination. This caused conflicting apprehension and excitement in Vivian's body as she wondered what the evening would have in store for her. Seeing her young charges' slight trembling and the determined tilt of her chin, Mrs. Banks smiled more broadly than ever. The conflicted state of Vivian's emotions was apparent in every line of her body and would be visible even to the Earl behind his peephole when they reached Dr. Monroe's examination room.

The Earl had dined with herself, Mrs. Cunningham and Dr. Monroe, obviously eager to see his future bride. The pressure of having an audience, especially one who was expecting to see some kind of results, made Mrs. Banks both anxious and excited. She hoped that the Earl would enjoy what they had prepared for him, although it would be fairly similar to the previous examination as it was also the precursor to Miss Stafford's bottom training.

After tonight Vivian's evening regimen would begin to include the careful stretching of her tight little backdoor, so that she would become accustomed to accepting both touch and intrusion to the tiny aperture. Tonight's cleansing would only be a precursor to the training, as well as a good show for the Earl, and a necessary component to Vivian's training. After all, she must not become accustomed to only being handled by Mrs. Banks and it was best that a man be involved in touching and punishing a student before she met her future husband. Dr. Monroe provided that service along with his abilities as a physician.

When they reached the examination room Dr. Monroe was already there, readying the restraints on his examination table in case they were needed. Vivian's green eyes immediately averted themselves as color rose becomingly in her cheeks. The handsome doctor nodded to Mrs. Banks, indicating that the Earl was already in position.

Seeing his future bride's blushing modesty and her calm demeanor, despite her knowledge of what might be inflicted upon her in this room, aroused Gabriel to a fever pitch. He'd endured a day of fretful waiting, followed by the dinner with his future bride's instructors, and now seeing her demurely awaiting an intrusive and humiliating examination was even more satisfying than he'd imagined. The plum of her frock set off her red hair beautifully and enhanced the emerald of her eyes by contrast.

He stifled a moan as she obediently turned at Mrs. Banks' direction, facing his peephole directly as her dress was undone. The corset she wore pushed her breasts up high and he plunged his hands into the front of his trousers as it was loosened, the soft flesh spilling out. Beneath her transluscent chemise and drawers he could see the faint pink of her nipples and the darker copper at the V of her legs. There was none of the protesting or pleading that had accompanied her last examination when she'd been instructed to disrobe in front of Dr. Monroe.

And yet Gabriel could see that his future bride was still uncomfortable doing so. It was there in the awkward way she angled her body, trying to keep her charms from the doctor's piercing blue eyes, the nibbling of her plump lower lip, and the sway of her hands over her privates as Mrs. Banks briskly began to pull off her undergarments. Vivian's blush rose up to her hair, and her averted green eyes seemed to be looking straight at him!

It was enough to make him catch his breath as he saw her nervousness warring with her arousal. Especially as Mrs. Banks' hands brushed over her nipples and her bottom, before his very eyes her tiny pink buds puckered and hardened. What he wouldn't give to be able to pinch and suck on the delectable little tips. When her companion spun her around, Gabriel sighed as he looked at the gorgeous, creamy expanse of her backside, eager to see it reddened from chastisement.

"Very nice to see you again Miss Stafford," said Dr. Monroe. He had deliberately waited to speak until she was completely unclothed, knowing that the Earl would enjoy watching his bride disrobe without any distractions. Standing by the examination table, he put his hand upon the leather and patted it gently. "If you would, place yourself up here on your elbows and knees with your head down."

For a moment he thought she might protest, her green eyes wide with trepidation as she shot him a fearful glance, but then she looked at Mrs. Banks who nodded her head and Vivian began to take rather halting steps towards the table. They did not hurry or chivy her, at this point her compliance was more important that the speed at which she did so. She would learn soon enough not to dawdle, as Mrs. Banks was already making a notation in her notebook that would add to Vivian's punishment this evening. Unless she did something truly exceptional that would require immediate retribution, Vivian would be paying for all her transgressions during the examination when she was bent over Mrs. Banks' lap later this evening.

Mrs. Banks helped her up onto the table, the position putting her rear facing towards Gabriel's peephole. He wished he was able to view both her front and back ends simultaneously. Despite her charming posterior and the delightful visage of her pouting sex, he wondered if she was still nibbling at her lower lip, if her eyes were open or squeezed shut, and what expression might be on her lovely face. His future bride had such a very expressive face when she was uncomfortable or impassioned.

"Now then, this is going to be a slightly different kind of exam from your first," Dr. Monroe said as he picked up a thermometer. "Although you will experience some of the same things, we are just checking up on your health now and readying you for the next part of your training." He gave Mrs. Banks a significant look, as his recommendation that Vivian receive her anal stretching training immediately had gone ignored due to the companion's interference. Considering the young woman's reaction to it, she had felt it best to give Vivian the extra time to accustom herself to her new way of life and Mrs. Cunningham had backed her up.

Vivian moaned as she felt the cool, slick blunt end of the thermometer nudging at her posterior. It didn't hurt, thankfully, but it was not at all comfortable and she hated being breached in this manner. She'd since learned how much pleasure there was to be found when Mrs. Cunningham inserted her fingers into Vivian's quim, but her bottom hole was an entirely different matter. Her cheeks burned as the doctor moved the thermometer back and forth, forcibly reminding her of the way Mrs. Cunningham's fingers had done the same in her other hole.

But she didn't protest. She held her position, accepting the penetration and the doctor's wicked twirling of the instrument.

Dr. Monroe took his time with it, he moved it back and forth inside of her by degrees, spinning it to give her new sensations as she whimpered and quivered before them. Gabriel was completely engrossed in watching the violation of Vivian's tiny pink hole and examining the slight gloss on her plump feminine folds. After a few long moments in which Vivian wondered if this indignity was truly necessary and if it was something she would be subjected to after she was married, Dr. Monroe finally slid the thermometer from Vivian's anus.

None of her audience missed her sigh of relief, although their reactions varied. Mrs. Banks smiled a secret little smile, knowing that eventually Vivian would find as much pleasure in the plundering of that back entryway as she did the front, although she might never quite become mentally accustomed to it. Professionally, Dr. Monroe examined the tiny aperture, wondering if perhaps the young woman was more sensitive there than others, or if her discomfort was purely mental. And behind the safety of the wall, Gabriel stifled a groan as he fisted his cock harder, thinking forward to the day when Vivian would accept much larger things that a thermometer into that passage and how he would make her scream with pleasure when she did.

Bending his head to look at the high gloss on Miss Stafford's pussy lips, Dr. Monroe placed his fingers delicately on her feminine folds and parted them, ignoring the half-garbled protest that came from Vivian's lips. Off to the side, Mrs. Banks made another note.

Burying her face in her hands, Vivian tried to shut out the knowledge that a man had his face so close to her private area, that he had actually opened her up to look at her! It was utterly humiliating, even more so than she had remembered the last examination being. And yet she still felt that hot wetness that was always the precursor to the pleasure that Mrs. Banks would bring her to.

"Her maidenhead doesn't seem to be greatly disturbed by your evening activities," Dr. Monroe remarked. "That's good. As long as you don't stress it any further than you have I think that should be fine."

Vivian let out a small moan of humiliation. The doctor knew what Mrs. Banks was doing to her in the evenings! Of course if she'd thought about it she might have assumed that he knew something, considering that her first orgasm had been experienced in this very room, but she had been doing her best not to think about anything like that. She didn't think she could feel any more humiliated.

If she'd known that Dr. Monroe was standing slightly to the side of her, his fingers holding her pussy lips open wide to expose the shiny, wet petals of the interior to her future husband, she might have expired of shame right on the spot. Fortunately she had no idea that Gabriel was enjoying such a delectable view, too overcome with arousal and desire for her to be overly jealous of the doctor's intimate touch on his future wife.

Releasing her pussy lips, Dr. Monroe inspected Vivian's bottom, both squeezing and poking at her rounded cheeks as he tried to ascertain if there were any particularly sore spots. Only once or twice did she make any noise when he found lingering aches in her poor bottom.

"You spanked her last night?" he asked Mrs. Banks conversationally, already knowing the answer but assuming it would titillate the Earl to hear them talking about it. Which it did, as well as sending Vivian into further paroxysms of embarrassment.

"Yes Dr. Monroe."

"Harshly?"

"Yes Dr. Monroe, her harshest yet."

"She seems nicely recovered," he mused approvingly, giving the upper part of one of her cheeks a little pat. "I would have expected some lingering marks due to the paleness of her skin. It will be interesting to see what it takes to leave them."

Fortunately Vivian was too involved in heartily wishing herself away from the examination room to truly hear and understand Dr. Monroe's remarks, otherwise she might have been struck with horror. Instead she just stayed passively in position as the doctor and her companion moved around behind her, readying the enema that she was going to receive for the Earl's viewing pleasure and to ready her for her bottom training.

Now that she was learning some of her body's responses, Vivian realized that some part of her was enjoying being on display like this, even though her mind told her that she shouldn't. Beneath her swaying breasts her nipples were like hard little points brushing sensuously against the leather below them, there was a tingling in the pit of her stomach, and her insides felt all hot and needy. Somehow having Dr. Monroe made it all the more exciting, perhaps because he was a man and it increased the taboo of what she felt they were doing.

Still, it was not all pleasant, and she moaned as she felt something very hard and unforgiving pushing at her anus, slightly bigger than the thermometer although not as stiff.

Dr. Monroe gently eased the nozzle of the enema into Vivian's tight back chamber, inflating the stop cock to keep it in place while Mrs. Banks attached the bag of solution which would cleanse and soothe Vivian's insides. One day she would receive much harsher enemas, ones meant to itch and cramp, as a punishment, but for now they wanted to train her to take the copious amount of fluid up her tight little fanny without protest. That meant soothing solutions that wouldn't unduly stress her body before it was ready.

"Please take it out," Vivian whispered, not daring to protest but unable to keep herself from begging.

That soft little whisper had Gabriel's darkest fantasies swirling, even as she gave a soft little moan of distress when Mrs. Banks shook her head. After all, the enema wouldn't hurt Vivian, this particular solution was used all over England on a regular basis as a measure for constipation and other illnesses. She was lucky to be getting such a soothing solution, rather than one mixed with hard soap and glycerin.

"Just stay in position Vivian, everything will be okay," Mrs. Banks said soothingly, although there was also a hint of warning in her gentle voice. "Don't move from where you are."

Raising the bag, Mrs. Banks allowed the enema to begin to seep into Vivian's dark orifice and the young woman groaned, her entire body quivering as she felt the first stream of water enter her.

The water sloshed into Vivian's tunnel, pushing into her body as more and more of it was forced into that accommodating hole. She cried out, beginning to shake and wriggle a bit as the load became uncomfortable.

"Please, please that must be enough!"

"Hush Vivian, you're only about halfway there, you can take much more I promise."

But the reassurance did nothing for Vivian and she began to reach behind her. Immediately Dr. Monroe moved, his hand coming down hard on her bottom, much harder than Mrs. Banks ever had. The sharp yelp that came from Vivian was partly for the sting of his slap and partly for the way her insides sloshed and protested as she instinctively tightened around the nozzle in her anus.

"Hands back into position!" Dr. Monroe ordered, his voice dark and authoritative.

Immediately Gabriel had to reach down to pinch that base of his cock to keep himself from cumming, imagining himself in Dr. Monroe's place. Part of him wanted to tear through the wall and throttle the man for touching her, a wave of possessiveness like he'd never felt before washing over him, but he'd known that Dr. Monroe would occasionally have to discipline her. It was all part of the training - she needed to accept her punishments from more people than just Mrs. Banks before Gabriel was ever introduced into the equation.

Instead of heeding the doctor's words, Vivian tried to cover her bottom cheeks with her hands to protect them, but he just slapped her hard on her inner thigh. "Hands back in position!"

This time she did as she was told, tears leaking from her eyes at the harshness of Dr. Monroe's voice. Turning her head toward Mrs. Banks, hoping for some sympathy, she just saw the older woman shaking her head in disappointment and Vivian felt like crying. How could she possibly not move, not try to resist such an assault on her poor body! There was no way she could retain this kind of fluid! And the harsh smacks from the frightening and icy Dr. Monroe's hand had only increased her misery. The one on her inner thigh stung in particular.

Vivian didn't know it, but she'd impressed all of her audience with her quick submission. Her fingers dug into the leather of the table as she struggled to keep in place, her body starting to squirm as her stomach pouched out beneath her. It felt as though she was going to explode, and still the fluid slowly streamed into her!