Marriage Training Ch. 12

Ensconced with Mrs. Cunningham and Dr. Monroe in Mrs. Cunningham's, Mrs. Banks described her failure to incite something other than Vivian's submissiveness. Despite the fact that her submissiveness was exactly what they were trying to cultivate, part of that training required that she learn what the consequences of the alternative were. As well as giving her a taste of something harsher than the Earl would ever put her through so that she knew how bad a punishment could be and was accordingly grateful not to ever have to go through it again.

Since he had expressed a distaste for the cane, which was what Mrs. Banks had planned to use on Vivian. It was a severe instrument and Mrs. Banks knew that she would only need a few strokes to convince Vivian that she never wanted to feel its bite again.

Of course there were some gentlemen who employed the school's services who enjoyed the cane, and it was quite possible to train a young woman to enjoy those higher levels of pain as well. And there was always something worse that the school could use as an example for the student to hold in her mind whenever she was being punished with something less stringent.

It did sooth her a bit that both Mrs. Cunningham and Dr. Monroe were obviously as surprised as she was at Vivian's quick submission, despite the obvious unfairness of the situation.

"Does she enjoy the pain so much?" Mrs. Cunningham muttered, tapping her fingers against her strong jaw.

"No," Mrs. Banks said, shaking her head. "She's able to bear it and it arouses her body, but she finds no pleasure in the actual punishment." They'd had some students in the past who had been more than aroused by their punishments, some of them had orgasmed over Mrs. Banks lap when receiving their nightly discipline from no more stimulation than a strong spanking to their bottoms. Those were the most difficult students to train, as their true punishments had to be much more creative.

"There must be some overriding reason she acquiesced so quickly." Dr. Monroe sipped at his brandy. "It sounds like she fought us more during her examination than she did this evening."

"Granted, I've been training her since then to be more quickly obedient, but her reaction was completely against type."

"There's no way you could have predicted it," Mrs. Cunningham said, a wave of her hand absolving Mrs. Banks of any blame. "What we need to do is decide how to handle it. Preferably by tomorrow night. The Earl sent me a letter indicating that he would be making another one of his visits and since he's been kept informed of her progress and our plans for this week, we need to decide how we're going to handle this tomorrow."

"Perhaps pleasure is the key," Dr. Monroe mused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well she tried to pleasure herself over the weekend because she's become used to having it. Withholding it after discipline may spark a stronger need than adding punishment did."

"The birching she received should have given her sufficient motivation not to try that again," Mrs. Banks pointed out. "That was the entire point of that exercise."

"And on her own she might not, over the weekend, but at this point she's become very accustomed to one set of circumstances following another. If she's denied the pleasure that she feels she deserves following a punishment, especially the day after she was disciplined with the tawse for no reason, it might induce a strong enough reaction to compel her to rebel."

Both parties looked to Mrs. Cunningham who had remained thoughtfully silent during their debate. She had been overseeing the school much longer than either of them had been employed by it and had a very strong grasp on human nature.

"She's probably already feeling resentful over the additional discipline, even if she did accept it," Mrs. Cunningham mused. "And we already know that she has difficulty with a change to her routine."

"Although the additional punishment could have been seen as a change, one that she adapted to quickly," Mrs. Banks said.

"But it was still punishment, which she did expect," Dr. Monroe argued. "The withholding of pleasure after her disciplinary session will be entirely new and therefore unexpected and harder for her to adjust to. It will add to her perception of this part of her training being unfair." He smiled. "Because it is."

"True," said Mrs. Banks, her fingers drumming on her armchair. While she hadn't given the idea much merit when Dr. Monroe had first suggested it, the more they dissected the tactic the more she was beginning to think it might work. It certainly wasn't something she had tried before, but then again this situation was rather unusual already. "It could work. I just wish I knew why she accepted it this evening, she certainly shouldn't have."

"Do it," Mrs. Cunningham ordered. "She'll stew tomorrow and her bottom will be sore and sensitive and remind her throughout the day of the fact that she received extra punishment for no reason. Or, at least, not any reason that she realizes." A faint smile graced the woman's lips. "I doubt she'd agree that being introduced to the implement is reason enough. Tomorrow evening give her whatever punishment she deserves for her mistakes during the day, no extra, and no pleasure. Tie her hands to the bed so that she cannot touch herself in the night and we'll set a watch on her the next day. At some point, even if this does not spark some kind of resistance immediately, we'll be able to push one eventually. And I'll explain to the Earl when he comes tomorrow."

"Perhaps he'll be pleased at his bride's easy submission," Doctor Monroe murmured.

"Pleased or not, he certainly would not appreciate a later blow-up because we did not follow the training program that we know works. She must resist or rebel enough to merit a strong punishment, from us, before he becomes personally involved." Mrs. Cunningham nodded to emphasize her point before glancing at the clock. "After her disciplinary session tomorrow we'll meet again to discuss her reaction with the Earl."

******

Counting under her breath, Vivian flipped through the pile of invitations she'd already penned. The Practicum House was holding a small afternoon tea in a week and a half, with select members of the ton as guests. The tea was supposed to be a test of the young ladies' hosting skills, one with consequences more severe than a lecture at the end of the night or even one of Vivian's spankings.

Wincing, she shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable spot on her poor bottom. She still simmered resentfully at the fact that she had been punished for no reason, especially after how well she'd performed during the class yesterday. Although Mrs. Banks had praised her efforts, that hadn't taken any sting from the extra punishment with the tawse.

Even sitting carefully on a plump cushion, her poor bottom was suffering.

Sighing, she turned her attention back to the invitations and began to write out the name and direction of the next guest on the list she'd been provided with.

******

Gabriel settled into his seat, peeking through the spy hole into his future wife's bedroom. He'd been apprised of the plan for the evening and he understood the reasoning behind the methods, although he didn't wholly approve of them. One of life's greatest pleasures was seeing a woman in the throes of climax and he'd been looking forward to witnessing it again tonight. On the other hand, he understood what Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks were trying to achieve. He was rather glad that he didn't have to train Vivian on his own, as enjoyable as it might have been, because it would have taken him a good deal longer and he was not nearly as experienced.

It would have never occurred to him to deliberately set her up for a rebellion, although of course such a thing would have occurred naturally over time. Still, he appreciated the fact that by the time he joined in his future wife's training, she would be past most of the largest hurdles. Even if it meant his viewing pleasure this evening might not be quite as enjoyable as it had in the past.

His breath caught as Mrs. Banks entered the room and his future wife finally moved into view. Wearing a light plum dress and with her hair pinned neatly up she looked quite attractive, the wary expression on her face as she sat in her chair only increasing his interest. She shifted slightly on the chair and he could tell that her bottom was still sore from the discipline she'd received the night before. Oh how he wished he'd been able to witness that! The tawse was his favored implement, if he wasn't going to use his hand.

The litany of her mistakes during her day didn't interest him and he tuned them out, instead watching every little change to her expression, every shifting of her weight on her sore bottom, and memorizing the curves of her form. It seemed like it had been far too long since he'd last laid eyes on her and in the time apart she'd grown more graceful, more poised. He looked forward to when they'd be reintroduced and had the day already marked in his calendar.

Even if her companion was unsuccessful in inciting rebellious behavior by then, since it was only a week and a half before he would meet with her and then join in her training the following week, he would not delay his involvement.

******

Gasping and moaning piteously, Vivian's legs kicked and her bottom danced as Mrs. Banks' hand came down on her poor bottom without any mercy, as if she hadn't just beaten Vivian's red cheeks with a strap the night before. The strong, steady slaps against Vivian's already tender skin had undone her control and she almost hated her companion. If only she'd gotten the punishment she'd actually deserved the evening before then her buttocks wouldn't be so painful now!

By the time Vivian had endured all sixteen of the spanks that she'd earned, she was crying much more than she would have if her bottom hadn't already been in a tender situation before the discipline even began. Mrs. Banks murmured sympathetically as she placed Vivian on her knees, pressing her fingers between the girl's lips.

From his vantage point, Gabriel had to stifle a moan as he rubbed himself through his breeches. His cock was throbbing as he imagined Vivian in exactly this position, chastised and on her knees before him, his cock thrusting in and out of her sweet, hot mouth. The movement of her cheeks and neck made it clear that she was actively suckling Mrs. Banks' fingers, rather than just passively accepting them. He could only imagine how delightful that would feel on his cock, especially as she was such an innocent that she had no idea what she was currently being trained for. That only added to his pleasure in the sight.

The expression on his future wife's face was one of dreamy anticipation as Mrs. Banks led her to the bed. Her wrists were tied in front of her, making it easy for Mrs. Banks to lift Vivian's arms and secure them to the headboard. She was sprawled out in an unintentionally and innocently seductive manner on the bed, her nipples erect, her legs slightly gaping in anticipation of the coming pleasure, her body stretched out and elongated by her restrained wrists. If Gabriel had been in charge of the proceedings there would have been no way he could have resisted such delicious temptation. Especially when she hissed slightly as her sore bottom came into contact with the sheets, her back arching slightly to relieve her weight on it.

But Mrs. Banks just reached out and flipped the covers up on top of her.

"Good night Miss Stafford."

"Mrs. Banks?! Wait!" Vivian's face went through a myriad of expressions: shock, surprise, something almost angry, needy, and landed on confused.

"Yes Miss Stafford?"

"What about... what about..." The pink that began to suffuse her face was quite arousing to Gabriel. It didn't matter that she was being sexually trained, it couldn't erase the innocence and modesty that was part of her general make-up. He loved that she could go from being on her knees, suckling fingers, after a hot and heavy spanking and anticipating a rousing climax, to blushing over having to ask for it. The Earl decided on the spot that he would make Vivian ask for her orgasms.

Frequently.

In the most explicit terms imaginable.

"Your pleasure, like your pain, is no longer yours," Mrs. Banks said sternly. "You must learn to submit to what is asked of you."

And with that she swept from the room, leaving Vivian tied to her bed, naked and sexually frustrated.

Gabriel couldn't tear his eyes away from watching his future bride as she twisted and moaned, rubbing her legs together beneath the sheets. The fabric rode down far enough that her breasts were exposed to the evening air, her pretty pink nipples jiggling on the mounds of flesh as she writhed fretfully. More than once she looked at the door, as if praying that Mrs. Banks was about to return.

He'd always loved watching a woman climax, just as much as he loved hearing her cries and pleas and watching her hot, red bottom jiggle and dance as she was spanked, but he'd never realized how very arousing it could be to see the effects of a woman denied her climax. Mostly because he'd never done so. Mistresses and dalliances would never allow for that sort of thing, because that wasn't the point of the relationship, even if they enjoyed a bit of spanking. It had a most profound effect on him, especially as it was obviously a more formidable punishment to his future bride than a spanking.

Since he didn't enjoy using particularly harsh methods of corporeal punishment - he'd rather spank a bottom red every evening than cause cuts or bleeding - this looked to be the kind of punishment that could easily and effectively be used for severe transgressions. Although it would deny himself one of his pleasures as well, but if Vivian actually did something that would require such a punishment then he wasn't doing his job as her husband in guiding her to good behavior. It would be akin to giving himself a slap on the wrist for being so remiss.

"My lord?"

He reluctantly turned away from the sight of his frustrated and moaning bride to the doorway behind him where there was a pretty young maid peeking around the edge of the door. The vision in front of him had been so engrossing that he hadn't heard her knock or open the door.

"Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks are ready for you at your pleasure," the maid said, giving him a little look from beneath sooty lashes. There was a little curl to her lips and a lilt in her voice on the last word, and for a moment Gabriel considered taking what she was evidently offering. Perhaps she had been sent here to interrupt him just in case he desired to relieve himself with her services.

But he dismissed the thought almost immediately, even if his cock was aching for relief. He rather liked the idea of being in the same sexual state as his intended, even if it was a frustrated one; and the idea of relieving himself while she was in the next room didn't sit well with him. Gabriel never dallied with more than one woman at a time and once he'd found Vivian he'd quickly lost interest in other women. Not that he'd gone the entire time of her schooling without the benefits of a woman, but it had been quite a while and he didn't intend to break that now.

Momentary relief wasn't worth the subsequent feeling of dishonor.

"Thank you, I'm ready now," he said, standing.

The pretty maid gave a little moue of disappointment, but led him readily enough to Mrs. Cunningham's office. He admired the haughty little swish that she gave to her hips as he followed along behind her.

The meeting with the two women went much as he'd expected. There were apologies for the change in plans that had occurred this week, but he realized that not all events could be anticipated. Still, he didn't reassure Mrs. Cunningham, knowing that she and Mrs. Banks would work all the harder to have Vivian ready for him by the next weekend. He didn't intend pushing back his plans to join in the training and he didn't want the headmistress to think that he would be malleable or willing to change his plans.

They both seemed confident that Vivian would respond to the denial of pleasure with some act of rebellion, and considering the frustrated and angry look he'd seen on her face he was sure they were correct. Unfortunately he wouldn't have time to visit again until next week, but he consoled himself with the thought that it would be the last week that he would be a mere observer.

******

Eventually Vivian fell into a fretful, restless sleep. Her arms weren't entirely uncomfortable, even though they were tied above her head, Mrs. Banks had left enough slack to allow Vivian to turn on either side or lay on her back or stomach.

Through much experimentation, before she exhausted herself, Vivian discovered that rubbing her thighs together only increased the pressing need to climax without relieving it. Lying on her stomach and trying to rub herself against the mattress did the same. At one point she wept tears of useless frustration.

Her bottom throbbed, her pulse pounding in her ears, and even when she fell asleep she was haunted by dreams that brought her so close to the point of climax that she would awaken, gasping, to hover on the peak.

Even in her dreams she was bent over a lap. But it wasn't Mrs. Banks. It was a man's, with thick thighs and implacable hands that smacked her bottom until she cried out and nearly climaxed just from the blows themselves. Threats of the tawse and the birch danced around her. And no matter how hard she craned her neck to try and look over her shoulder, she couldn't see his face.

When gentle hands began to undo the restraints around her wrists it was rather a shock to Vivian's system. She came out of her sleep in a rush, adrenaline pumping through her veins... to look up into the gentle face of the maid who usually woke her. The maid wasn't looking at Vivian however, she was too focused on Vivian's wrists. Blushing, Vivian turned her head away too.

It was embarrassing that someone other than Mrs. Banks would see her this way... and yet somewhat arousing too.

Almost automatically her legs rubbed together and Vivian found that her thighs were slick with juices. Once her hands were free and the maid's back was turned, Vivian did her best to rub her inner thighs dry with the sheets before getting out of bed. Her arms felt cramped and she moved them restlessly as the maid silently dressed her hair.

The quiet this morning felt awkward but welcome. Vivian didn't want to talk. She didn't want to think. All she wanted was for the maid to leave the room so that she could try to find a way to climax. The area between her legs felt like it was tingling, smoldering, as if all she would have to do was touch herself there and she would explode.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"I'd like some privacy, please," she said coolly, ducking behind the screen where the chamber pot was.

Hiking up her skirts, her heart leaped as she heard the door to her bedroom open and close. Alone! At last!

Leaning against the wall, Vivian held her skirts up with one hand, thrusting the other into her drawers, uncaring of the wrinkles that she was creating in the fine fabric. Her fingers pushed into slippery wet flesh and she moaned before she could stop herself as they rubbed against the little pleasure button at the top of her slit. Up and down she rubbed, not bothering to explore, just pushing on that little button.

Standing up was not the most conducive of positions, even with her weight leaning against the wall, and she could feel her leg muscles trembling as her body automatically fought against her release while she was in such a precarious position. She heard the door open and close, knew the maid was in the room again, but she was so close... so close, she couldn't stop...