Marriage Training Ch. 11

Author's Note: I meant for this chapter to be longer, but I've got a lot going on right now and opted to go for shorter chapter out faster... I'm about halfway through the next chapter and figured ppl would appreciate getting less of the story at a faster rate than waiting. I wanted to get the Earl in this chapter but it just wasn't possible since I shortened it for time's sake... but he'll be in the next one ;) Enjoy!




On Wednesday Vivian did everything almost perfectly. Her sore breasts pressed against the front of her dress, her bottom still stung when she sat down too quickly, but somehow none of it mattered. The grumpy rebelliousness she'd gone to bed with had coalesced as she slept into a narrow focus; she was starting to truly be able to concentrate on her life as it happened rather than anticipating the upcoming night or remembering the night before. Instead she used the lingering soreness, the energy that came from being constantly stimulated by the aftermath of her punishments, as an extra motivation for her daily activities.

Mrs. Banks approved, especially as Miss Stafford's achievements were setting her up quite wonderfully for Mrs. Banks' plan for the evening. It was probably a rather cruel tactic, but one that should only need to be used once. It was her goal that after the Earl became a part of Vivian's training such manipulation would no longer be necessary and it would give Vivian a proper appreciation for the Earl. After all, one could not understand nor entirely appreciate their good fortune unless they have experienced equally bad fortune.

That morning she had responded to the Earl's request to come and watch another disciplinary session by advising him that she would be introducing Miss Stafford to the harsher forms of discipline over the next week and a half. Indeed, she expected that either this evening or tomorrow evening would be the most severe that Vivian would experience.

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The girls enjoyed their dinner immensely. Vivian wasn't the only one who had done well during the day and they were all flush with the glow of victory.

"We've all been doing brilliantly," Marianne said happily, beaming around the table at all of them. "I'd been dreading making my debut before Mama sent me here, I feel much more confident about my prospects now."

"Mrs. Billings said I'm sure to make a good match of it," Winifred said, pointing her haughty nose in the air, but even she had a smile on her face. While they might not all rub along perfectly personality wise, the Practicum was drawing them together as a group; they had to depend upon each other for support. The school had found that it was a very useful tool for helping the young ladies make connections that they would rely on during their entrance into Society.

"Most of the young ladies who come from here do," Emily pointed out, ever practical. She smiled at Vivian. "Some of us already have."

Winifred sniffed as Vivian gave Emily a rather weak smile. Of all the things she disliked talking about with her fellow students, her mysterious future husband was near the top of the list. Mostly because they had quite a few more questions than Vivian had answers.

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Awaiting the arrival of Mrs. Banks to her room, Vivian shifted back and forth on the comfortable seat of her armchair. The soreness in her bottom was completely gone, but she didn't know whether or not her normal punishment would resume this evening because of that or if it would be another punishment to her breasts. Although she knew she hadn't made very many mistakes today she knew that she had made some. There would be some kind of punishment before the pleasure.

Feeling strangely anxious and impatient, Vivian took out the box in which she kept the letters she'd received while at school and re-read the most recent ones. While she'd missed her family the entire time she'd been at school, they had been in the back of her mind more often of late now that she knew how their reversal in fortunes had come about. She still wondered what had made the Earl pick her out of a crowd and wished she could remember better what he looked like.

Picking up his letter she re-read that as well, drawing her finger across the strong, bold slanting letters. It was her first letter from a gentleman. And a rather confusing one at that. On one hand it suffused her with warmth to know that he was thinking of her often, that she'd made such an impression on him and that he was responsible for removing the financial burden on her family. On the other hand, she keenly felt the necessity of doing all that was pleasing for him in return for that generosity, even though she didn't understand why he might desire some of the things she was being trained in.

Cupping her breast as she looked over the letter, she winced a little when her thumb rubbed over her nipple. Even through the fabric the poor little nubbin was feeling very sore. Vivian rather hoped that whatever punishment she received this evening, that it would be applied to her bottom.

When the door opened to admit Mrs. Banks, Vivian carefully returned her letters to their box and placed it back in the drawer of her vanity where she kept it. Eyeing the young woman, Mrs. Banks' hand hovered over the pocket where she was keeping the small tawse that she was going to use on Vivian this evening. It was a smaller example of the type, just barely over half a foot long and three inches wide with one end split into three one inch widths of leather. She knew from the information that the Earl had provided the school that he had several varieties of the implement in varying sizes and lengths.

As they were more than halfway through Vivian's first month of training, it was time to introduce her to some of the tools of the trade which she might find her bottom chastised with. More than that, it should spark the rebellion that Mrs. Banks was looking for, considering that Vivian had done very well today and certainly did not deserve punishment with such an addition, which would also teach her that her pain was at the whim of her husband. Mrs. Banks knew that while the Earl would punish Vivian for his transgressions, there would also be erotic punishment for no reason other than the Earl's pleasure.

It was always nice when she could combine several lessons into one session.

Pulling her notebook out of her other pocket as Vivian sat down in her punishment chair, looking almost eager for the recitation of her mistakes as she knew they were not many and she was expecting praise. Which Mrs. Banks was not loathe to give her; she knew that Vivian thrived on such accolades. With some young women, who were less amiable and submissive, it was sometimes necessary to use a more extreme method of training which involved heavy punishments and scant praise, even if they had done well. She rather disliked the method, even though it produced faster results, as she felt that the training was less thorough and the young women's spirit rather broken. As such, it was a method that she rarely employed and only in the most extreme cases.

Besides, the Earl had expressed his pleasure over Vivian's spirit. He did not want a silent and responsive wife, he wanted one who voiced both her pleasure and her pain.

The list of mistakes was a short one and took very little time before Mrs. Banks announced that Vivian would receive 10 spanks and helped the young woman to undress. As was becoming usual she tied Vivian's wrists behind her back, and smiled at the young woman's sigh of relief as she was tipped over her companion's lap rather than tied sitting up to the chair. She was quite sure that Vivian's poor little titties were quite sensitive after two days of punishment, even if the discipline to her breasts was less extreme than her bottom.

It was a well known fact that the rounded curves of a woman's bottom could take much more abuse than any other part of her body.

Despite the fact that Vivian had done very well during her lessons, and knowing what would happen after this initial spanking, Mrs. Banks did not hold back on the strength of her blows to Vivian's upturned bottom. It had healed very nicely after her birching, only the faintest trace of wheals remaining on her creamy skin. One had to lean down and look quite closely to see anything at all.

Vivian had thought that her bottom was fully recovered, but she discovered that her skin was still quite sensitive when the flat of Mrs. Banks' palm connected with the creamy mounds. She jerked with each smack of flesh, a small whimper escaping her lips every time, although she did manage to maintain some dignity as she did not kick or sob the way she often did when she was in this position. After all, ten spanks was barely anything at all compared to what she was used to!

When Mrs. Banks counted out the last one, Vivian heaved a sigh of relief, but to her surprise the other woman didn't immediately push her upright. Instead, Vivian felt the older woman's legs shift beneath her and she heard the slide of fabric, which usually indicated something being removed from Mrs. Banks' pocket.

"Mrs. Banks?" she asked, trying to turn her head around to see what was going on. It was hard to move at all as the companion had a very secure hold on her, one strong arm pressing against Vivian's lower back to hold her in place.

"Now you will receive twenty spanks with the tawse."

Leather slapped against pink skin and Vivian howled in shock and pain. The split leather came down hard on her bottom, wrapping around the curve of her buttock and snapping with a force that she hadn't experienced before. It was sharper than a hand spanking, not as solid as her wooden hairbrush and it didn't slice at her the way the birch did; the tawse was its own special brand of torment with the three distinct smacks of split leather and the way it bit into her very tender skin.

"One."

SMACK!

"Two."

"Mrs. Banks, please! STOP!" Vivian thrashed on Mrs. Banks' lap, trying to get away by she was held firmly in place as Mrs. Banks brought the leather implement down again, searing another spot on Vivian's poor bottom.

"Three."

"Whyyyyyyy?!" The young woman wailed, bucking as she tried to escape the flames that were licking at her rear.

"Because sometimes... four... your husband will want to enjoy your pain... five... you will not always be punished for a reason... six... and you must learn to accept... seven... that you will not have control over your pain and pleasure... eight..."

Between howls, the smack of leather against flesh, and Mrs. Banks' implacable counting, Vivian tried to listen to the explanation even though it made very little sense to her. She understood the gist, however, which was that sometimes her husband would desire to torment her for no reason at all. Resentment welled up in her... but at the same time she couldn't help but think about those letters that she'd re-read just before Mrs. Banks entrance.

There was more than her bottom or her pride on the line, it was her entire family.

And so Vivian forced herself to submit, to try and relax into the strokes, having found that punishment was usually so much worse if she fought it. Tears streamed down her cheeks at both the snapping pain as the leather found its target yet again as well as her surrender. She couldn't stop her legs from kicking in reaction as she cried out and sobbed, but she had stopped thrashing as much, stopped trying to fight again get away. Holding the thought of her family in her mind, the way that she'd seen them before she left for the school and the way the letters described them now - well-clothed, well-fed, taken care of... if this is what was required of her to ensure that, then she would endure it.

Much to Mrs. Banks' consternation.

This was not supposed to happen! Normally this was where even the most submissive of young woman would fight; it was in human nature to resist that which seemed unfair - especially when it resulted in personal damage. It should take several lessons to coax a young woman into gracefully submitting to the idea that she might be punished for no reason at all, that the lack of control over her body and her destiny went so deeply. Mrs. Banks had been expecting a renewal of Vivian's struggles with more force.

In fact there were two burly maids standing outside the door should Mrs. Banks require assistance in subduing her. Never, in her entire time at the school, had a student given in the way Vivian just had. They fought, they screamed, they tried to wriggle away... she knew from experience that even the most slender and normally compliant student could become quite strong in her frantic rage or panic.

Of course, Mrs. Banks could not have anticipated Vivian's activities prior to her entrance or the effect that they would have on Vivian's mental state. She put extra power into the last few swings of the tawse, bringing it down hard on Vivian's bottom. Despite the fact that she was rather concerned at Vivian's behavior, she was not going to press harder for tonight.

Twenty strokes had been decreed and meted out and she would not push beyond that. She knew that she would be up late tonight, discussing this abnormality with Mrs. Cunningham; dissecting and analyzing it before coming up with a new plan of action. While she knew that she had to remain flexible, this failure on her part to produce the anticipated result had rather shaken her.

Still, none of that could show in her handling of Vivian now. She must be seen to be in total control of the situation. Fortunately Vivian was still slumped over her lap, crying rather piteously now that the biting snap of the leather had finally ceased. There was more than pain to Vivian's tears; she was also feeling rather sorry for herself, having to endure an extra punishment that she hadn't earned for no reason at all and not even being able to fight it for fear of what that might mean for her family!

Stroking the hot swells of Vivian's upturned bottom, Mrs. Banks murmured soothing words of praise to the young woman. While she might be rather surprised and even troubled by Vivian's reaction, the truth was that her reaction had been everything that Mrs. Banks would have hoped for... just not yet. She worried over the implications... was Vivian just never going to rebel? Or could this be cause for a later, much deeper and more distressing rebellion? And could she incite it before the Earl joined the training?

When her fingers slid down into Vivian's cunny, Mrs. Banks almost felt relief at the molten wetness that she found there. At least one part of training was going as expected.

Fingers probed Vivian's folds, from both hands, stroking and gliding up and down the slick crevices of her sex, wetting Mrs. Banks fingers with the sweet cream that Vivian's body had produced in response to her punishment. With two fingers of her left hand liberally coated in honey, Mrs. Banks transferred the attentions of those fingers to the crinkled rosette of Vivian's anus. The tight orifice opened as Mrs. Banks pressed forward, causing a different kind of burn between Vivian's flaming cheeks.

Moaning, Vivian felt her hips thrust as Mrs. Banks began to play with her holes, inserting her fingers into both and moving them back and forth in different rhythms. The invasion of her anus tingled as her pussy creamed, her holes tightening down as she began the slow climb to pleasure out of the smoldering embers of her erotic response to punishment.

"Very good, Vivian, squeeze my fingers... good... your husband will like that a lot. Keep squeezing sweetheart, doesn't it feel good when you squeeze your muscles?" It did, even though it also increased the sensation of burning friction in her anus as it spasmed.

Two fingers in each hole, Mrs. Banks thrust them back and forth, exploring and twisting her digits back and forth as Vivian's pussy got juicier and juicier. The swollen folds were aching from all the stimulation as pain merged with pleasure. It seemed to happen faster every time now, her body confusing the responses more quickly as it was trained to the erotic torment. The new burn of the tawse, as well as Vivian's emotional reaction, made her need for some kind of release more heightened than ever. She wanted the pleasure, felt that she deserved it after the unexpected and undeserved addition to her evening punishment.

Still, she couldn't deny that the throbbing ache of her bottom in time with the pulsing contractions of her climax sent her flying even higher - at least, she wouldn't be able to deny it later, in the moment all she knew was the pure bliss of ecstasy as it ravaged her body. Crying out, she bucked, her insides convulsing around Mrs. Banks' busy fingers, which stroked and rubbed her until she thought she might actually faint from the pleasurable stimulation.

When she was placed on her knees before the companion, the fingers that had been in her pussy thrusting in and out of her mouth, Vivian was barely aware of her movements anymore. The suckling had become second nature, a reflex that she rather enjoyed as it was a way to calm her body and mind after the tumultuous emotions and sensations that made up her disciplinary sessions.

Another thing that Mrs. Banks was pleased to see, considering how badly her plan for the evening had backfired. At least some parts of Vivian's training were working the way they were supposed to.

The saving grace about the evening was that the Earl had not shown up to witness it.