Marriage Training Ch. 07

When the bag was finally depleted, Dr. Monroe turned the latch that allowed them to remove the hose, leaving only the nozzle firmly wedged in Vivian's bottom, like a stopper keeping the enema inside of her protesting bowels.

"Is it over?" she asked rather faintly.

"Not quite," Dr. Monroe told her. "You must hold the solution for at least ten minutes, but Mrs. Banks and I will help distract you."

She didn't know how they could possibly distract her from the awfulness of the fluid sloshing around inside of her, the slight cramp of her stomach muscles, the intense need she felt to release it from her body. But then Dr. Monroe came to stand in front of her and reached underneath her young body to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples.

Rearing up was her instinctive reaction, although she pushed herself back down almost as soon as she had done so as the movement caused a ripple effect through her bowels, the fluid moving inside of her so uncomfortably. And also because she didn't want any further slaps to her poor bottom while it was already being tormented by the enema. She let out a little sob as Dr. Monroe massaged her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. To her horror, despite the discomfort of her full bowels, she felt her core beginning to stir in reaction to his large hands on her breasts.

They were much bigger than Mrs. Banks' hands, able to fully cup the mounds of flesh, and his fingers were much stronger and harsher as they began to tug and play with her nipples. She let out a little moan, not sure if she was protesting or pleading, when Mrs. Banks began to run her fingers up and down Vivian's wet slit, bringing slick juices down to lubricate her clit. The companion purposefully stood to the side as she began to play with Vivian's pretty pussy, ensuring that the Earl would be able to see the pouting cunt lips with their glossy coating, the swollen little pleasure pearl that was jutting out from beneath its hood, and the quivering spasms of Vivian's buttocks as she instinctively clenched around the nozzle wedged into her anus.

The combination of stimulation to her sensitive breasts and nipples at the same time as Mrs. Banks rubbed her pussy, had an electric effect on Vivian. Her overly full bowels protested as her body rippled and clenched; she cried out in excitement as Doctor Monroe's fingers pinched her nipples more roughly, twisting them back and forth. It hurt so beautifully, jagged edges biting through the throbbing discomfort of her bowels and slicing through the pleasure that Mrs. Banks was creating inside of her. The swirling vortex of humiliation, shock and arousal at having a man's hands on her, her natural submissive reaction to the entire scene, and the pinching and tugging of her clit sent Vivian into a state of glassy-eyed ecstasy as she screamed out an intense orgasm beyond any she'd experienced before.

It was as if her nightly pleasures had only been precursors to this moment, this grandiose rapture that went on and on and on...

When they finally took her out of position and she was allowed to release the enema, the relief made her feel almost as though she was floating.

******

Gabriel sagged in his chair in the secret chamber beside Dr. Monroe's examination room. His hand was still on his slowly softening cock as he pictured Vivian in his mind's eye, bent over and holding herself in position for erotic torment, debasement and climax. Everything about her was perfect, everything he'd hoped she'd be. While she obviously had spirit, she was also a deeply submissive woman sexually. It nearly killed him that he couldn't be a part of her training yet, that he was sidelined to watching for another two and a half weeks.

Yet he couldn't argue with the progress that the school had made with his soon to be wife. Already she was learning to let go of the social strictures she had been raised with, to give in to the sweet delights her body was capable of, and learning to obediently submit to indignities that would torment and pleasure her.

With a low groan, he began to clean off the remnants of his own explosive orgasm with his handkerchief. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered that the evening was not yet over. Although Mrs. Banks had told him that Vivian's spanking this evening would be rather light, he still looked forward to witnessing the young beauty's nightly routine.