Marriage Training Ch. 13

But Vivian's hands went nowhere near the areas her mother had always told her not to touch. It seemed that advice would stand her in good stead now, although she'd never been so sorely tested.

The next day it was even harder to keep up her concentration during the Practicum; she found her mental state to be almost divided between concentrating on the tasks at hand and lost in physical need. She smiled and chatted naturally with the other girls, not one of them guessing that her head was filled with thoughts of amorous need.

That night Mrs. Banks introduced her to the crop. Not because she had been bad, in fact Mrs. Banks reassured her that she'd been very good, but in order to introduce her to more of the implements she might be punished with. Rather than being put over Mrs. Banks' lap, Vivian found herself bent over her bed with her body propped up on her elbows so that her breasts swayed beneath her. Every jerk in response to the bite of the crop had her nipples brushing against the covers of her bed.

After two days of denied pleasure, even the localized sting of the crop had her pussy flowing eagerly. Each mark was harsh, but so small that she couldn't decide whether or not she though the crop was worse than the hairbrush. It was certainly a very different sensation. She sank into the punishment, her pussy clenching every time the crop landed on the rising heat within her bottom. Blows to her sit-spot had her crying out as the intense sting was particularly painful there.

When Mrs. Banks landed the first strike to Vivian's clit she spasmed, her body bucking hard as the little nub throbbed and swelled.

"Oh no... oh no, oh no...." she moaned as her body tingled in response to the biting pain. Another blow, directly landing the flat of the crop on her clit, made her toes curl and her arms buckled as she jerked with the strange mix of pain and pleasure, so intense that she wasn't sure if she was climaxing or if the crop had just made her feel as though she was exploding.

Then it landed and stayed, leather rubbing over that swollen, sensitive nubbin and Vivian screamed into the mattress as she came hard with a gush of fluid that trickled down her thighs. The climax, delayed over the past two days, had her sobbing with ecstasy.

She was almost dazed as Mrs. Banks began to work the middle sized dilator into her bottom for the first time. The muscles cramped and stretched, so very sensitive in the wake of her climax, as her bottom was pushed open by the bulbous instrument. Vivian moaned and lifted her hips, offering herself up. It felt so very good to have something inside of her, fulfilling a need that she was just barely beginning to recognize. The pain of the dilator mingled with the lingering pleasure of her climax, her pussy occasionally convulsing as if the rubber prod was pressing inside of it instead of her anus.

"Good girl..." Mrs. Banks crooned. "I'm so very pleased with you, Vivian."

Fingers pressed against her clit, rubbing knowingly, and Vivian found herself moaning and writhing again as pleasure burst through her. This orgasm was more gentle and more complete, traveling all the way to her tips of her toes and fingers as if her entire body was one large sexual organ. Her breath sobbed in and out of her with the overwhelming pleasure.

Vivian's last hazy thought, as she was tucked into bed, was that she much preferred being a good girl to a bad girl.

******

Sitting in the chair before Mrs. Cunningham's desk, Mrs. Banks looked very much like the cat who ate the canary with a pleased smile on her face. "By the end of this week she should be more than ready to meet the Earl."

"Does she know that he's going to be at the tea?"

"She hasn't asked or even indicated that the thought has crossed her mind. Most of the girls seem to be assuming the the ladies will there with their husbands. They all seem more anxious than excited."

"As they should be," Mrs. Cunningham muttered. Although she knew the tea was necessary, she rather hated the event. Her own levels of anxiety were always high beforehand. After all, although the young ladies were being judged, even more so, she and her school and her teachings were being judged. Rarely had a young lady from her school been found wanting, but it was not unheard of. As long as the instances were few and far between then the school would maintain the reputation it had so carefully built over the years.

Still, she always worried about possible disaster.

"Will the Earl be observing at any point this week?" Mrs. Banks asked, rather curiously. Usually by this point in the week she had been notified as to when he would make an appearance.

"I don't believe so," Mrs. Cunningham said, her fingers automatically going to the note that was sitting on her desk. "I received a letter earlier saying that he hoped to be able to attend this evening, otherwise he would see her on Friday at the tea. As he did not make an appearance this evening I assume he was otherwise engaged."

Mrs. Banks nodded, feeling a bit of relief. Knowing that the Earl was watching always added an extra note of eroticism to the punishment sessions with Miss Stafford, but it was also nerve-wracking for her as well. While knowing that she was being observed and judged gave her an extra edge, that edge was also accompanied by other less pleasant tension.

"Tomorrow she'll visit the doctor?" Mrs. Cunningham asked, and Mrs. Banks nodded again in answer. "Good. We want her in perfect health before the Earl joins her training. A thorough cleansing should ensure that." After all, everyone knew that a healthy digestive tract was the key to maintaining general good health. It was part of why Dr. Young's Rectal Dilators were so popular - although Mrs. Banks intimately knew the other reason the implements enjoyed such high sales. "Do you have a lesson plan for when the Earl joins?"

"I'll have it finalized for you this weekend," Mrs. Banks said. The Earl would only be with them for the final week of Vivian's training before she graduated. Just long enough to begin the transition of Vivian's dependence from Mrs. Banks to her new husband. Although, of course, they wouldn't be married until after Vivian received her certificate for completing the school.

The Earl had indicated that Miss Stafford would spend a few days with her family once she had completed her training, before their Saturday morning wedding. The banns had already been called at Saint George's during the past weekend, they would be called thrice more before the couple was wed.

The companion had already begun planning how she would turn her authority over to the Earl over the coming week, although she didn't think she would have any trouble now. Vivian was truly one of the sweetest and most eager-to-please young ladies that she'd ever had the joy of working with.

******

Being in Doctor Monroe's examination room was not nearly as awful as it had been in the past. Vivian still blushed a hot red as she was stripped down to nothing with a man in the room, but her anxiety seemed to lessen with each visit even if her embarrassment didn't.

This time she was hard pressed to stifle her moans as her nipples were trapped in those bright, shiny clips that he'd used during her first examination. Dr. Monroe commented that she seemed to have become even more responsive, and Vivian knew this was true now that she understood the reactions her body was having. Parts of her that she'd never known existed had been awakened since that first examination.

Mrs. Banks helped her up onto the table on all fours, so that her breasts swayed beneath her, throbbing nipples brushing the leather of the examination table, before the long tube for her enema was inserted into her bottom. It slid in easily after all the practice she'd gotten in the evenings from the dilators. Dr. Monroe murmured his approval of the elasticity of her anus; obviously still tight but certainly loosened... and she didn't panic.

Warm water began to fill her bowels and Vivian moaned at the sensation. It was something she couldn't quite get used to even though she knew what to expect. The water gushed in, until her belly began to pouch out and she cried out in protest at the amount of fluid that she was expected to take.

"You're doing very well, Miss Stafford, just put your head down." Mrs. Banks rubbed the young woman's clit, watching as the fluid drained out of its container.

Watching the two women together, Dr. Monroe regretted that the Earl was so possessive of his future wife. At other times during this procedure, with other students, he'd enjoyed having his hands full of their breasts or even receiving their oral attentions while they were filled to capacity. His cock was ragingly hard from the pretty picture the vivid redhead and cool blonde made. Completely nude, with those pretty pink nipples tightly clamped by the silver pinchers, Miss Stafford's bottom was raised high in the air as it was forced to accept the enema.

Mrs. Banks' slim fingers rubbed along the younger woman's pretty pussy, her eyes alight with a sensual glow as she watched Vivian's reaction. Fully clothed, older, and yet very beautiful, she provided an intriguing and exciting counterpart to Vivian's submissive stance and demeanor.

The conflicting sensations of being overly full and of burgeoning pleasure in Vivian's loins had her clutching at the table. In some ways it was nothing new, yet that didn't make it any easier to bear. Her bowels felt full to bursting and she thought she might actually explode before Mrs. Banks finally told her that she was finished. The little stopcock was turned and the nozzle to the enema left in Vivian's upturned bottom as the hose was unhooked.

Then Mrs. Banks told her that she was to receive her evening spanking - delivered by Dr. Monroe.

The heavy male hand came down hard on Vivian's bottom, liquid sloshing inside of her as she jerked and rocked back and forth with each hard smack. All the while Mrs. Banks' fingers relentlessly rubbed against her sensitive pussy, mingling rising ecstasy with discomfort and the burning pain. Vivian could barely differentiate between the sensations as the spanking continued and Mrs. Banks' fingers began to pinch and roll and her clit.

The orgasm felt like it started in her toes, warm tingling sensation spreading all throughout her body. It didn't crash into her, instead it over took her and swept her into a long and extended bout of pleasure that had her crying out and sobbing.

When she was finally helped down from the table and allowed to expel the enema, the relief was so great that for a moment she thought she had climaxed again. Vivian's legs were so weakened by her exertions and the intense pleasure that Dr. Monroe ended up carrying her to her bed again.

The following night her punishment session featured a whip that was made up of many strands of soft leather, the softest that Vivian had ever felt. Compared to some of her other punishments, it was almost pleasurable - especially since she had not earned a very large punishment that evening. She had a feeling that, with an increased number of strokes, the burn it produced could become quite painful.

She didn't know why she had received such a light punishment that evening, but she was thankful for it. Perhaps if she had known that she would be meeting her future husband on the morrow at the tea party, and that Mrs. Banks had wanted her to be able to sit easily for that first meeting, then she would have found more anxiety and less pleasure in it.