Marriage Training Ch. 10

When it was done, Vivian's head hung down, her eyes closed. The twin peaks of her breasts were now matched, the formerly ivory skin turned a darker rose, her nipples cherry red... it was fine work.

A hand landed on Vivian's thigh, softly, gently. With a moan of utter humiliation, Vivian obeyed as a finger tapped on the soft inner skin, spreading her legs just enough for the hand to slip in, for fingers to search and discover. She was soaking wet.

The tie that secured her to the chair was undone.

"On your knees, Vivian," Mrs. Banks said gently, helping her down. Standing before her, Mrs. Banks slipped her fingers into Vivian's mouth. They had only the faintest taste of her musky juices on them. Pushing them deep between Vivian's lips, Mrs. Banks teased the back of the young woman's throat. With her face tilted back, cheeks streaked with tears, she looked satisfactorily penitent. Beneath that was the erotic sight of her punished breasts, the marked skin and irritated nipples. The position also allowed Mrs. Banks' fingers to delve deeper without the young woman gagging.

She let Vivian's tongue play over her fingers for several long minutes, thinking to herself that it was almost time for the next step in this part of Vivian's training. Not tonight, however. She'd already pushed Vivian enough for this evening, tomorrow would bring more changes and she was quite sure that Wednesday was the evening that she would be able to crack the young woman's control. After all, Mrs. Banks had years more experience in this kind of thing than Vivian, and the passionate redhead had already shown that she was quite addicted to having a daily orgasm.

After a suitable length of time, Mrs. Banks removed her fingers from Vivian's mouth. Relieved, Vivian ran her tongue around the backs of her teeth; after a while the constant stimulation that Mrs. Banks encouraged became rather wearying. It seemed as though she had Vivian suckling for a little longer every evening.

"Up we go," Mrs. Banks said, leading an almost stumbling Vivian to the bed. "Bend over now dear."

Vivian moaned as she was bent over the bed, partly in fear that her welted bottom was about to receive an unanticipated punishment and partly because her breasts felt even more sore as they pressed against the covers. The sensitive skin burned anew as her breasts were crushed between the bed and herself, her nipples throbbing again as they were pushed into the bed.

"Spread your legs."

The air against the inner lips of Vivian's pussy was cool against the hot, wet skin. She whimpered as she felt slick fingers press against the tiny rosebud of her anus; Mrs. Banks had taken the time to lubricate two of them while Vivian was squirming and trying to find a comfortable position for her punished breasts. Inserting both simultaneously into Vivian's tight little rear, she smiled as she listened to the young woman gasp and moan. The grasping ridged entrance was very tight but it gave way easily in this position; with her legs spread the way they were it was very difficult for Vivian to clench her buttocks with any strength.

The channel burned inside as Mrs. Banks' fingers pressed inwards, her other hand rubbing gently over Vivian's welts and reawakening the sensitive nerves in her skin. The slick press of her fingers invading and retreating felt almost good by comparison, even though the stretch of her rectum was hot and tingly.

"Does it hurt Vivian?"

"A little," she said back, panting as Mrs. Banks twisted her fingers back and forth in circular motions. The sensation was incredibly strange and yet very erotic. The more Mrs. Banks plundered her backside, the wetter Vivian's pussy became.

As if to prove that Vivian was enjoying the discomfort of her sexual organs, Mrs. Banks pressed her free fingers against the little nubbin of Vivian's clitoris, rubbing it gently.

"How about now?"

Vivian could only moan as the manipulation of her clit sent waves of needy pleasure washing through her. Part of her loved the punishment, even as she cried out and begged for it to stop, and the moment any kind of pleasurable sensations began to mix with the pain it was like a jolt of lightening to her pussy. Immediately her confused senses began to spiral, constricting and releasing. Her inner muscles worked against Mrs. Banks' fingers, tightening down and trying to suck them further inwards.

Despite the strain of having her anus breached, the slick penetration began to feel incredibly good as Mrs. Banks worked her clitoris with increasing speed and intensity. The movements of her body made her sensitive breasts rub against the sheets, her nipples starting to throb for an entirely new reason. It hurt deliciously, her body interpreting it as more pleasure and sending her heart racing faster as Mrs. Banks began to really frig her bottomhole, rubbing her fingers over Vivian's clit.

With her hands still tied at the small of her back there was nothing Vivian could do but give herself over to the bursts of ecstasy and torment as the erotic pleasure melded with the irritation of her punished parts. Everything burned, everything tightened and tightened and tightened... like a spool of thread that shrank as it wound around.

A press on her insides in a particular spot and the constricted channel of her asshole tightened even more as Vivian bucked. Her nipples rubbed over the fabric of her sheets and the fire inside of her flared as if another stick had just been thrown on it. She could feel her insides burning, tingling, until the sensation became too much and the inferno burst outwards, a combustion reaction of beautiful rapture that had her writhing and convulsing in ecstasy.

"Good girl..." From very far away she could hear Mrs. Banks praising her as she cried out in climax. As if she could have done anything else as fingers pinched, twisted, probed and ravaged, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her bound and submissive body.

It wasn't until Vivian was breathless and practically twitching that Mrs. Banks finally withdrew her fingers from Vivian's bottom hole. The little pink rosebud was slightly darker from all the stimulation, gaping for just a moment before it closed tightly up. The wet juices from her pussy had leaked down to coat the tops of her thighs, which Mrs. Banks very gently cleaned off before untying the silken cord from around Vivian's wrists. Then she applied some more of the salve onto Vivian's welts, which were healing very nicely. Mrs. Banks wanted them almost gone by Wednesday.

Moving required so much effort that her limbs actually trembled with it as Mrs. Banks helped her into bed and tucked her in. The sheets were cool against her warm skin, and yet the fabric felt almost itchy because her breasts and bottom were so sensitized.

"Mrs. Banks..."

"Yes dear?" The companion stopped and turned back to the bed, her hands folded over each other at the waist. She looked so sedate and elegant that it was almost impossible to believe that she'd just spent the past hour erotically punishing Vivian's breasts and then frigging her to tumultuous orgasm.

"I'm not sure I understand... why... why my future husband would want... any of this." Vivian blushed. No matter what Mrs. Banks might do to her body, when it came to expressing such acts in words, the ingrained modesty that any Society miss should have took over.

Smiling, Mrs. Banks stepped forward and caressed the top of Vivian's head. A maternal, comforting gesture that nonetheless did nothing to actually comfort her when she heard the woman's answer. "It is enough that he wishes it."

With that she turned and left. The truth was that in any marital relationship, especially one where the two parties were from such disparate stations as Vivian and the Earl, one would have all the power... and that one was usually the gentleman regardless of station unless the lady's relatives were likely to intervene. But it was a truth that most young ladies didn't have to face until after their wedding. In addition, most of them wouldn't have to face the kinds of activities that Vivian was; they would contend with gambling, mistresses, indifference, a vast age difference or possibly a cruel husband who would use his fists. The Earl didn't gamble, or he wouldn't have been accepted by Mrs. Cunningham for the school, he wouldn't keep a mistress as was evident by his lack of one since he signed the marriage contract, he was obviously very interested in his bride, at an acceptable age and would never be cruel although he would be strict.

While she knew that her words would cause the young woman no end of disquiet, this was in order to ferment the rebellion that Mrs. Banks now thought necessary. And also because the Earl would, indeed, dictate all of this aspect of Vivian's life. While she would manage the household and their social lives, contribute to their standing in society, and have sway over quite a bit of her life, this part would be entirely based upon the Earl's pleasure. Although Vivian could, of course, elicit certain responses based on her behavior, but even then... if he desired to spank Vivian then he would. He didn't need a reason.

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Mrs. Banks' description of Vivian's birching had Gabriel wishing that he'd been able to witness the event. Of course he knew that there had been a chance that such a thing might be necessary over the weekend, Mrs. Banks had sent him a letter outlining her plan for that weekend and what the results might be, he hadn't been able to get out of his family and social obligations when there was no telling when the necessary punishment might occur. He also thoroughly enjoyed the idea of a passionate Vivian unable to help overcoming touching herself.

Not that such a thing would be allowed once she was his wife; his need for control was far too great and he recognized that about himself. Although he doubted she would ever need such personal relief; he enjoyed seeing and feeling a woman climax too much. Unless she had done something to merit a lack of orgasms as a punishment she would have plenty with him; but they would be with him and at his behest.

Perhaps he should write to Mrs. Cunningham and set up a time this week for him to visit the school and enjoy watching his future wife's further training.

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Tuesday went as much as Monday had, except that this time Vivian was prepared for the whip to her breasts. As prepared as she could be. Her nipples were uncomfortably sensitive all day and felt even more so once her punishment had begun, yet her bottom was feeling almost completely healed. There were only the faintest lines left of her welts, she was amazed at how quickly her body had returned to normal. The whipping of her sensitive breasts and nipples made her wish for the usual spanking – and she didn't even notice that she considered a return to spanking to be a return to normalcy, the routine had become so ingrained in her.

Afterwards Mrs. Banks presented yet another new trick for the evening; she had a stuffed leather dildo, although of course Vivian didn't recognize what it was. It was about five inches long and about as thick around as two of Mrs. Banks' fingers. The school considered it an implement for training.

Vivian earned herself that spanking she'd almost been wishing for when she refused to open her mouth for the thing. Mrs. Banks sat on the chair, pulled the unhappy young woman onto her lap and smacked ten hefty swats to her creamy backside. Wailing, Vivian found out very quickly just how sensitive her skin still was, despite the fact that its complexion had almost recovered. The soreness lingered and with the bite from the spanking she found herself burning on bottom and top.

"Now slide this between your lips or it'll be the hairbrush next," Mrs. Banks warned, pushing Vivian back down onto her knees.

With a little whimper, Vivian accepted the strange thing into her mouth. It tasted like leather and salt, not nearly as pleasant as Mrs. Banks' fingers. The companion moved it back and forth between Vivian's lips, encouraging her, as she always did, to use her tongue and suckle at it. She frowned when she didn't see the cheek movements that indicated Vivian was complying; realizing that Mrs. Banks could somehow tell that she wasn't using her tongue as directed, Vivian reluctantly began to stroke the length of it the way she would Mrs. Banks' fingers.

Rather encouraged by this small rebellion, Mrs. Banks hid her smile as she pumped the dildo back and forth between Vivian's lips. Vivian had no idea that she was subtly being pushed towards a much larger act of disobedience, she only knew that she was feeling distinctly put upon with all these changes to her routine. It made her feel rather anxious. Although part of her enjoyed being out of control when Mrs. Banks tied her wrists and the like, not knowing what was coming her way each evening was causing her some consternation.

But she also wanted the pleasure, so she sucked on the leather rod until Mrs. Banks told her she could stop and then bent over the bed again while Mrs. Banks fingered her bottom and rubbed her pussy to ravishing orgasm.

Still, she was feeling decidedly grumpy when she finally drifted off to sleep.

Just as Mrs. Banks had planned.