Marriage Training Ch. 08

Across from her, the student accompanying her in the carriage sighed and Vivian smiled encouragingly at her. Poor Emily had been the student in charge of the household when the fire had first flared up, she had been the one to throw the household into action to put it out and ensure that it didn't spread. Fortunately she had known what to do, having seen a kitchen fire before, and hadn't let them try to use water - instead they'd smothered the flames with thick cloths.

"I'm not sure I want to run my own household anymore," Emily said rather cheekily, resting her head against the side of the carriage. Her companion rolled her eyes but Mrs. Banks looked disapproving so Vivian didn't say that she agreed with her friend's sentiment.

"It was a rather hard day," she said instead, her voice full of sympathy. "I'm thankful for the practice, otherwise I hate to think what a mull I might make of things."

"Well it's different for you." Emily laughed and waved her hand, her tired eyes sparkling a little. "You already have a husband and a household ready and waiting once we finish at school. I think I'll wait around a few years after my come-out before I accept one of my suitor's proposals."

"Your father might not allow you to do so," Miss Norton, Emily's companion, warned, obviously not liking the idea that her charge might be getting ideas that the Marquess would disapprove of in his daughter.

"I'm sure he'll do whatever he thinks is best for me," Emily said with the air of an indulged daughter who had her father wrapped around her little finger. For herself, Vivian was only a little envious of Emily's better situation. She thought that she might have liked to have a say in the man she married... but she also knew that she would have felt much more pressure than Emily to marry well and quickly.

Her family's financial situation wouldn't have allowed for anything less. Not only would it be abhorrently expensive to outfit her for a Season, her father probably wouldn't have been able to afford more than one for her if that, and she would have had to find a rich husband during that Season or else the expense would have been for naught. Instead she was presented with a rich husband fait accompli, without having the pressure or the stress, and all she had to do was learn to please him so that he didn't regret his decision.

So far she felt she was doing well with the Practicum, and Mrs. Banks consistently told her what a good girl she was being in the evening during the more embarrassing and overwhelming parts of her training, so she tried not to dwell too much on whether or not her husband would like her, putting her trust in Mrs. Banks and the school to make it so.

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That evening when Mrs. Banks arrived at her door, Vivian was able to face her companion feeling completely calm and composed. While she had never repeated the mistake of disrobing before Mrs. Banks arrived, she no longer felt nervous about exposing herself to the other woman. Certainly there was nothing in Mrs. Banks' behavior that Vivian should feel ashamed to be naked in front of her.

After being examined by Dr. Monroe again on Wednesday, falling back into her normal routine had been a relief and today she was feeling it particularly. She even managed to smile at Mrs. Banks before she sat down in the punishment chair to listen to her litany of transgressions.

Noting Vivian's attitude, Mrs. Banks smiled back and wondered how long it would last. She was going to push her student a little more every night when it came to bottom training and next Wednesday Miss Stafford would not be receiving an exam, but her evening punishment sessions would be making an abrupt change. Would the young woman be able to accept the changes easily or would she struggle with it? In a perfect world Mrs. Banks would wish more time to slowly acclimate her student to the various means of punishment and pleasure that the Earl wanted her trained in, but he was so eager to join in the training sessions that it was best to introduce them to Vivian before the first month of training was up and then allow her to acclimate once the Earl began to participate.

Today's punishment, like the evening before, was rather light. Only a count of fifteen, which Mrs. Banks smacked down hard and fast on Vivian's clenching buttocks. The young woman only required one small reminder to not hold back her reactions - a sharp slap to her sensitive sit-spot encouraged her to yelp and from that point onward she allowed her gasps and small cries to fall from her lips.

Tonight Mrs. Banks had tied Vivian's hands in front of her and as her head hung down she was able to see the vivid scarlet ribbon, so bright against her pale wrists. It made her predicament somehow more real, that she could see the bindings. Her bottom was up high in the air, higher than before as she was able to use her hands to balance herself on Mrs. Banks' lap rather than rely on the companion's strong arm to hold her in place. It made for a slightly different sensation as the blood rushed down towards her head, her breasts swaying as she jerked and squirmed. Because of the position her toes were barely touching the floor and she found that made it harder not to kick and swing her legs as the stinging slaps rained down on her unprotected bottom.

Once the spanking was over Mrs. Banks shifted, reaching for something in her pocket and Vivian's heart seemed to stutter. Had Mrs. Banks put the hairbrush in her pocket without Vivian noticing? Her mind raced as she tried to remember, wondering what she might have done which would have precluded the necessity of the dreaded hairbrush.

"Hold still Miss Stafford or you might fall off," Mrs. Banks said sharply, giving Vivian's bottom another smack. The cheeks of her buttocks had turned a nice bright pink, although certainly not as dark as she'd experienced before. In fact Vivian found the sensation of having a freshly spanked bottom to be rather invigorating and arousing, as long as it was only lightly spanked like her current situation. Which was why she didn't want to add more to it, especially not with an unforgiving instrument like the hairbrush.

"Please Mrs. Banks, not the hairbrush," she begged.

Immediately understanding her charge's consternation, Mrs. Banks stroked Vivian's flanks soothingly. The young woman needed consistency with her punishments and obviously the idea of being punished with the hairbrush for an unknown misdemeanor was extremely distressing to her. That had not at all been Mrs. Banks' intent, although she realized why Vivian might have thought the evening was heading that way. "I'm not getting the hairbrush Vivian, I'm getting something to help me with your training. It won't hurt at all."

Hearing that she wasn't going to be spanked with the hairbrush sent a rush of relief through Vivian, her coppery head dropping downwards as her body sagged. She was so relieved that she almost didn't notice as Mrs. Banks laid her arm lengthwise across Vivian's lower back, something that she had done before when she'd needed to hold the younger woman in place for a spanking. Nestling her hand between the pink mounds of Vivian's bottom, Mrs. Banks pressed an oiled fingertip to the young woman's tiny pink puckered anus.

"Oh!" Vivian cried out at the unexpected contact, her muscles immediately tensing and trying to push Mrs. Banks' finger away.

"Relax Vivian," Mrs. Banks said, giving the young woman another sharp smack on her sit-spot, causing her to yelp and tense again before relaxing. "Spread your legs."

It wasn't easy, because her toes were still touching the floor, but Vivian spread her legs.

"Farther."

Her muscles strained as nothing but her big toe rested against the floor. The position made her pussy lips part slightly, wet and glistening, sensitive to the open air, and it meant that her bottom couldn't squeeze its cheeks together at all. The little pink bud of her anus was completely unprotected from Mrs. Banks' questing finger and Vivian whimpered as she felt it enter her.

"My finger's not much bigger than the enema nozzle or the thermometer," Mrs. Banks said in a soothing voice, reminding Vivian that this was not the first time she'd suffered the indignity of something sliding up her backside.

"But whyyyy?" Vivian asked, half-moaning in embarrassment, half-wailing with protest. Her hands lifted as if to ward off the touch, but Mrs. Banks had bound Vivian's hands in front for a reason. With Vivian's hands behind her back the companion would have had to keep a firm hold on the young woman's wrists to keep her hands from sliding down and trying to protect this tender area; with Vivian's hands tied in front there was no way she could reach behind herself. Indeed, she had to put her hands back down almost immediately or risk sliding forward and onto her face.

Gently inserting her finger up to the center knuckle, Mrs. Banks twisted in back and forth in the hot, tight channel, slicking it with the oil on her finger, before answering Vivian's question.

"Your husband is going to want access to every part of your body, Vivian. He will want to touch and taste every inch of you and you will have no secrets from him."

"Even there?" Vivian was horrified. No secrets? She could all too easily imagine a faceless man inspecting her the same way Dr. Monroe had, inserting things into her backside and she certainly didn't like the idea at all. Although at least Mrs. Banks' finger didn't hurt, it just felt very odd and not entirely comfortable. She was sharply reminded of her first examination during which Dr. Monroe had said that this area would need to be stretched. Somehow she'd managed to forget that or block it from her mind. Sometimes when she looked back she couldn't remember very much about that first examination at all, as if she'd been in a protective haze.

"Everywhere," Mrs. Banks said firmly. As she did so, her other hand slid up Vivian's thigh to the wet curls of her pussy. It was no surprise to Mrs. Banks that the younger woman was highly aroused. Vivian moaned as the companion began to stroke her sensitive folds, knowing that despite her dislike of the invasion of her bottom hole, she would still find pleasure at Mrs. Banks' experienced hands.

Pushing the finger in Vivian's backside back and forth, mimicking the sex act, Mrs. Banks skillfully began to build the young woman's orgasm as Vivian lay helpless across her lap. She couldn't kick or use her hands to struggle, not without risking injuring herself, even if she could overcome her natural instinct to submit and obey, and all she was able to do was hold herself in place as Mrs. Banks molested her reluctant body.

She didn't want to climax when Mrs. Banks was so rudely poking her finger into Vivian's bottom, but she knew that she wasn't going to be allowed a choice. That finger rooted around between her cheeks, other fingers stroking and pushing into her more accustomed hole, stroking against the swollen nub of her clitoris and making her jerk and squeeze the finger in her bottom. The slick sensation of it working back and forth was starting to feel almost good, adding to the pleasure that was building in her core.

The soft reluctant cries of her charge filled the room as Vivian orgasmed, overcome by the rubbing fingers of Mrs. Banks. Her tiny anus clamped down so tightly on Mrs. Banks' finger that she knew they would have further work to do in the days to come in order to ensure that Vivian's first experience with anal sex would not be too painful for her. The tightness of that ring of muscle would need considerable work.

Fortunately, by the time they began to stretch it with more than Mrs. Banks' fingers, Vivian would have other things to occupy her mind with as well.

Humiliated that she had spent herself yet again while there was something in her bottom, yet knowing that she couldn't have done anything to prevent the occurrence - after all, if Mrs. Banks could make her orgasm with an enema filling her bowels than a finger was nothing - Vivian slipped into her knees in front of her companion. She'd become rather used to the musky flavors of her juices, although she was very relieved that Mrs. Banks showed no sign of desiring that Vivian clean off her other hand with her mouth.

Suckling on the older woman's fingers, Vivian struggled not to gag as Mrs. Banks pressed them further down her throat. She was becoming more adept at it, although she did not enjoy it when Mrs. Banks tested how far she could insert her fingers between Vivian's lips. Still, sucking on the juicy digits was certainly not unpleasant and she liked that she could look up and see the approval shining in Mrs. Banks' blue eyes.

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As she left Miss Stafford's room, the companion wondered how her young charge would adjust to the weekend with its lack of schedule - and more importantly, lack of punishment and pleasure. A close watch would be kept on the young woman to observe how the change affected her.