Marriage Training Ch. 12

And then Mrs. Banks appeared at the entrance to the screened off area, her blue eyes locking on Vivian's green ones. They promised punishment and pain, and the very thought sent Vivian hurtling over the edge. She cried out, knowing that it didn't matter anymore, as her denied orgasm ripped through her, shaking with the intensity of it. Waves of pleasure spilled over her, her body exulting in the release, her mind already anticipating whatever retribution was going to be visited upon her.

It was worth it.

******

Half an hour later, Vivian was no longer so self-assured.

Mrs. Banks had not reacted with anything like the anger that Vivian had expected once her self-induced pleasure had finally stopped. She'd just stared at Vivian until the younger woman dropped her skirts, surreptitiously trying to wipe her juices off on the fabric, feeling more and more embarrassed as she realized the brazenness of her behavior. It had excited her, to see Mrs. Banks and that was its own humiliation. The joy and pleasure of her climax quickly dwindled under that steely gaze.

Even worse was the tingle of anticipation between her thighs as Mrs. Banks had clipped out the words "Follow me" and turned to go.

Following Mrs. Banks out of her bedroom, Vivian cast a look down the hallway, actually contemplating running in the other direction... but where would she go? And what would happen to her family if she did so? She also found the tug of Mrs. Banks' order to be surprisingly hard to shake off; the desire to please was heavily ingrained in her.

After all, she'd known she would be punished if she was caught. She'd risked it anyway.

Mrs. Banks had led to her to the examination room that she hated so much, although Dr. Monroe was not there (thankfully), but instead of the usual table there was a new piece of equipment that had been added. She didn't know it but the apparatus was a gift that Mrs. Cunningham presented along with a fully trained young woman to the men who had their brides prepared by the school. It was cunningly crafted and was quite useful at holding a young woman securely in place for punishment.

After being given, and following, the order to strip, Vivian had found herself bending over the padded leather of the thing. It was just wide and long enough to support her body and head, with holes that her hanging breasts fit into, as it had been made to exactly her measurements. There were rests for her knees and hands, which pushed her bottom up into the air as she was bent over, her head a few inches lower than her backside.

Straps went around her wrists and knees before Mrs. Banks turned a hand crank that began to force her legs farther apart. Vivian cried out and wriggled as she felt her muscles strain to accommodate the wide spread the apparatus demanded of her.

A few movements on either side and her breasts were squeezed tightly by the holes they'd been inserted into; blunt and polished wooden inserts dug into the flesh at the base of her breasts, holding her in place. With such a set-up, no strap around her body was necessary; instead the apparatus itself acted as clamps for her breasts, if she tried to move or buck then it would only increase her punishment as her swollen mounds would be pulled tightly by the compression of the wooden inserts.

Her helplessness excited her even as her anxiety rose in response, wondering what Mrs. Banks might do to her. The last time she had been so securely restrained she'd been birched.

"Do you know why you're being punished, Miss Stafford?"

The cold cut of Mrs. Banks' voice sliced into her, disapproving and disappointed. A shiver trembled through Vivian's body. The blood seem to pulse in her chest, although she didn't yet realize that the sensation was partially due to the way her breasts were being squeezed. They were already turning a slight pinkish color due to their constriction, her hard nipples darkening to a deep rose blush.

"Because I touched myself between my legs," she whispered.

"Where did you touch yourself, Miss Stafford?"

"My... my pussy."

Vivian blushed hot red, wiggling her bottom a little as she shifted on the bench. There was something about that word that just seemed so dirty and sinful.

"Why are you not allowed to do that?"

"Because my pleasure is not my own."

And neither was her pain.

"You were being tested, Miss Stafford. And you failed the test."

A sudden sense of shame suffused Vivian. Inwardly she scolded herself; she should have realized. It was the second time she'd faced such a test and the second time she'd failed. Why had the need to climax been so overwhelming? Why hadn't she been able to resist it better? Longer? If she had made it through till this evening, would her normal pleasure have followed her punishment?

She'd become addicted to the ecstasy, even more so than she or her companion had realized. Increased punishment, even without a reason, had not compelled her disobedience, but the lack of pleasure had sparked it much faster than Mrs. Banks had realized it would. Only now was the older woman realizing just what a motivator it was for Vivian.

Even more so than her urge to please.

Praise and cosseting produced remarkable effects in the young woman, Mrs. Banks had already known that, and she had never expected Vivian's libido to override that basic instinct. She hadn't realized what a powerful force she had awoken inside the young woman when she'd begun to introduce her to sexual pleasure. Indeed, when the maid had run to her room this morning Mrs. Banks had been shocked to hear the maid's report; she had not though Vivian would be so quick to disobey.

The companion had thought that Vivian would be on a slow simmer all day, in fact she'd fully intended to punish Vivian as little as possible and leave her without relief that evening again. The lack of stimulation was supposed to drive her to an act of rebellion, just not yet.

The young woman would have made an admirable whore, Mrs. Banks thought with some amusement. She was obviously driven by pleasure. Something that the Earl would see she had plenty of, especially as they were both inclined to mix pain with their pleasure.

Still, she had other lessons to drive home to Vivian now. The first had already been completed - now the young woman knew that she truly could not attempt self-pleasure without being caught. And Mrs. Banks would have a close watch kept on her, as well as warn the Earl. If she ever thought she could get away with such a trick she might try again.

The second lesson was to drive home her lack of control and the third was to show her a more severe punishment than she would ever receive from the Earl. Make sure she was properly appreciative of his restraint. Mrs. Banks would have liked to have spent more time seeing the effects of denying Vivian climaxes, but with the schedule the Earl insisted on there just wasn't enough time.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Banks," said Vivian, contriteness in every line of her body. She truly sounded it too.

Now that her passion had been spent, she could scarcely believe the strength of the urges that had overcome her and wondered how she hadn't resisted them. But it had felt so wonderful... how could she not have? The idea of giving up so much of her control to someone else was frightening, but if she had then she wouldn't be in this position now. If she had just waited until this evening then she could have had her punishment and her pleasure.

It made her feel stupid. And like she deserved her punishment.

Some part of her, deep inside, was actually rather curious about what was to come. While she hated sudden changes and much preferred to rely on her routine, there was some morbidly curious and fascinated aspect of her personality that was entranced by the various ways Mrs. Banks punished her. It was a part of herself that she ignored, an unacknowledged piece, because she knew it was shameful.

The door opened, admitting a maid who looked her fill of Vivian as she handed over her offering to Mrs. Banks. The companion didn't scold the maid, seeing that the added humiliation turned Vivian's cheeks bright red, increasing the young woman's arousal as well as her punishment. Vivian did make quite a pretty picture; her hair piled on top of her head in a fetching coiffure, but instead of being as prettily dressed, she was bent over and splayed wide, her most intimate places on lewd display. And it was obvious that some part of her was enjoying it; the soft pink lips of her cunny were split open by the wide spread of her legs and they were obviously slick with cream, framed by the coppery curls that the Earl had become entranced with to the point where he'd ordered she remain unshaven.

The presence of an unknown person was sending flashes of heat through Vivian. Ever since her first examination, her body responded to being on display the same way it did to her nightly punishments; with an increased flow of honey between her legs.

Setting down the plate that the maid had handed her, Mrs. Banks picked up the peeled and carved ginger root that lay on it. It was about the thickness of two of her fingers at its largest point and had been carved into the shape of a bulb with a tapered end and a notch between the bulb and the base. Without any preamble, Mrs. Banks stepped up behind Vivian and pressed the root to the pink rose of Vivian's anus.

The young woman moaned as her bottom hole opened under the steady pressure, the root sliding in despite the lack of lubrication. Any kind of oils would have lessened the effectiveness of the ginger. Panting as her hole was stretched, Vivian groaned with the effort of her muscles pulling apart as the largest part of the ginger root wedged its way inside of her tight hole. As soon as it pushed its way fully inside of her, her bottom snapped closed between the bulb and the base, her ring of muscle settling into the notch that had been prepared for it.

Mrs. Banks walked around in front of her, holding a long slender cane at just the right height for Vivian's current eye level.

"This is a cane," the companion said. She smiled grimly. "I sincerely hope that this is the worst punishment that you will bring upon yourself."

Her phrasing left Vivian in no doubt that worse punishments were possible, a deliberate choice on Mrs. Banks' part as she wanted Vivian to use her imagination to dwell on all sorts of horrible possibilities. The threat of greater punishment should also help the young woman to learn firmer control of her behavior.

But Vivian couldn't dwell too much on what kinds of punishments might be worse, because something most unsettling and peculiar was happening inside her rear channel. Whatever Mrs. Banks had inserted into that delicate area was beginning to tingle so intensely that it felt almost as though her sensitive parts were starting to burn. Her body shifted, her expression one of consternation, and Mrs. Banks knew that the ginger root was beginning to do its work.

"I've inserted a ginger root into your pretty little bottom," she said, enjoying the way Vivian blushed. "It's a common tool for canings, as it will help you keep your buttocks from clenching. A caning is most effective on a soft, relaxed bottom. If you clench your cheeks then you will tighten down on the ginger and it will burn even more. So I suggest you keep your cheeks as relaxed as possible."

Moving back around behind the distressed young woman, Mrs. Banks admired the tableau before her. Of course Vivian couldn't clench the ginger root too tightly anyway because of the way she had been splayed, but it would encourage her to not even make the attempt.

Raising the cane, Mrs. Banks deliberately didn't give Vivian a firm count to expect. She wanted to stop when she felt the young woman was ready for her to; a set amount could go awry with something like this, as she didn't want to deliver either too little or too much punishment. Without knowing how Vivian would react to this new, severe, implement, a count was just too uncertain.

The snap of the cane against Vivian's bottom had her howling immediately, followed by a secondary cry as her buttocks automatically clenched around the ginger root and the burning inside of her flared almost as much as the surface of her poor bottom where a bright pink welt had sprung up. It hurt so much more than she had imagined, the pain slicing through her all the way to her chest as her confined breasts pulsed in response. Her back had arched, causing her to pull at the tender flesh.

Waiting, Mrs. Banks gave Vivian a moment to adjust to this new torment. She didn't need to wait for the young woman's buttocks to unclench because the ginger was doing its job and her bottom had softened almost immediately after its first spasm. The inner burn was too strong for her to keep her buttocks tightened around the stinging root.

When the initial frantic writhing and sobs had passed, Mrs. Banks brought the cane down again, leaving a second pink strip across Vivian's creamy cheeks. The first welt was already beginning to raise and slowly darken. Vivian quivered and sobbed, although her reaction was much less extreme now that she had some idea of what to expect. The second line had been laid down about an inch below the first, so that she could feel both distinct strikes. Her bottom had still involuntarily clenched at the blow, but had immediately relaxed in order to ease the sting of the ginger, keeping her soft and supple for the next snap of the cane.

It laid down an inch below the second stripe, a deliberate striping of cream and pink. There was no way to brace herself truly, although her hands tightened around their rests in anticipation every time, in lieu of her buttocks. Between sobs and cries, Vivian promised over and over to be good, to never touch herself again, willing to say anything to just make the awful caning stop.

A fourth line appeared on her bottom, accompanied by a shrill shriek and followed by more pleas.

Mrs. Banks studied the pleading young woman and waited a moment before laying down a fifth and final line, only a few inches above the pouting lips of Vivian's pussy and just below where the ginger root was peeking out between her cheeks.

Lost in a world of pain, Vivian barely noticed as the ginger was gently eased out of her bottom and the confinement of her breasts was lessened. The mounds ached as normal blood flow renewed, but it was almost a gentle pain compared to the deep throbbing of the lines across her bottom. Her stiff nipples were tugged, making her shudder as they were tweaked, and then she felt gentle hands rubbing something cool and soothing onto the flaming skin of her bottom.

Hot breath wafted across her pouting pussy lips and she moaned. The ginger had done more than keep her bottom from clenching, it had properties which aroused and inflamed her sex. The swollen lips were covered with her juices, her clit standing proud and erect between the folds.

Soft lips surrounded it and sucked and, despite the pain, Vivian exploded in violent orgasm.

******

Strong arms surrounded her, rocking her gently as she was carried. Snuggling in the broad chest, Vivian was only somewhat aware of the scent of a man, the ache in her bottom and the feeling of warm satisfaction between her legs. Mostly she was dreamily thinking about how nice it was to be held like this right now.

She hoped the Earl would hold her like this sometimes.

******

Once Dr. Monroe had laid Vivian down in her bed and Mrs. Banks had tucked her in, the pair returned to the hallway to confer.

"She should be fine by tomorrow, you did a superb job with the welts," Dr. Monroe said. "I'll send a maid with some water and broth for her to have when she wakes, she can have something more substantial for dinner."

"It's somewhat easier with her as she doesn't require a strong hand," Mrs. Banks admitted. "She seems to enjoy lower amounts of pain, I don't know if she would have been able to orgasm today if it hadn't been for the effects of the ginger, but she's more pleasure-driven than anything else. I hadn't realized how much so until today."

"Do you think she'll seek her own again?"

"I certainly hope not," Mrs. Banks said. Overall Vivian was a very good girl and Mrs. Banks had rather disliked having to set her up in such a way. Today's lesson was always one of her least favorites to deliver, but especially so with Vivian who was normally so eager to please.

Still, it was for the best. Now they could move past this to much more enjoyable activities for the young woman, although of course her punishments would not be ceased entirely. Just for today and possibly tomorrow, depending on how long it took her to recover. And then she could make up for her lost time in the Practicum over the weekend.