Marriage Training Ch. 15

It was as if the Earl's presence in the room had motivated Mrs. Banks to smack Vivian's bottom even harder than usual. The young woman cried out, unable to twist or buck away due to the heavy arm across her back which kept her held firmly in place. Her bottom felt like it was on fire and she no longer cared that the Earl was watching, her legs kicked out with abandon as she wept tears onto the floor.

Fortunately she had mostly done well during the at-home and the spanking didn't go on for very long, in comparison to some of the punishments she'd earned in the past. Still, it was no relief to Vivian when it stopped, because she knew what was still to come. There was only a moment when Mrs. Banks shifted beneath her, and then the dreaded hairbrush came down on Vivian's already blushing behind.

Vivian howled as the sturdy wooden implement caught her right beneath the curve of her buttocks, on her sit-spot, which was very sensitive even when it hadn't been recently spanked. Shifting in his seat, Gabriel could see that, despite her cries and tears, Vivian's pretty pink pussy was becoming wetter and wetter, the glossy slick of her juices already coating the tops of her thighs. She was everything he'd dreamed she'd be and more.

When the six blows of the hairbrush had finally been delivered, Vivian lay quiescent and submissive across Mrs. Banks' lap, vowing to herself that even if the Earl came with the companion to every punishment session from now on, she would not balk at disrobing before him. After all, being naked in front of him hadn't hurt, no matter that he'd seen all of the most private parts of her body. Being spanked with the hairbrush, on the other hand, had hurt quite a bit. As well as being an added humiliation that he'd seen her misbehave and then be soundly punished for it.

It was well she had decided that before Mrs. Banks oiled her fingers and slid one into Vivian's bottom, because the young woman tensed and almost protested again. But the tight, red skin of her cheeks, as well as her thoughts, stopped her before she uttered more than a squeak at having her person invaded before the Earl's watching eyes.

For himself, Gabriel felt as though he was in sexual agony, watching how easily Mrs. Banks penetrated Vivian's tight little rosebud. He could tell from the way Vivian's cheeks clenched and then relaxed that she wasn't entirely happy about being so violated, probably because of his presence since he knew that Mrs. Banks had begun performing this service last week, but she didn't try to stop what was happening either. In fact, after a few moments the bright pink cheeks of her bottom relaxed and she let out a little moan.

His cock felt like it was going to burst out of his trousers and he shifted uncomfortably. Mrs. Banks glanced over at him, a knowing look on her face, and nodded her head. Taking that to mean it was almost time for what he was most looking forward to, Gabriel reached down and released his aching member from the tight confines of fabric. Unlike Vivian, he didn't feel the least bit embarrassed about baring himself, all he felt was relief that his torment of waiting for his future bride would soon be over.

It was all he could do not to run his hand up and down the turgid shaft as he watched Mrs. Banks work a medium sized dilator into Vivian's little bottom hole. The soft moans and whimpers coming from his bride's mouth only added to his dilemma, but he just held himself still, knowing that the eventual reward would be worth the wait.

The steady stretch of Vivian's rear entry was both pleasurable and uncomfortable, not in the least because she knew that the Earl was watching the thick rubber plug as it was worked back and forth in her tight channel. Her muscles strained to accommodate it, as they did every evening that Mrs. Banks inserted the thing, until finally they loosened and the most bulbous part of the prod slid into place inside of her. Once it was securely lodged, Mrs. Banks helped her slide to her knees.

But instead of being presented with the companion's fingers, Mrs. Banks stood and gestured at the Earl to take his seat.

Seeing her future husband for the first time since she'd begun undressing, Vivian's red-rimmed green eyes grew wide with shock and curiosity. With the tears still drying on her face, she looked more than fetching as she knelt before the punishment chair. The position made her feel incredibly small as her husband sat before her on the hard chair, the curious, fleshy appendage that was jutting out of his trousers in front of her face.

It was long and thick, with a rounded head that had a little slit in it where a drop of whitish fluid had gathered; at its base was a trimmed crop of matted dark hair. The color of his flesh there was darker than the rest of him, more reddish looking, and veins ran over its surface. The rounded, blunt end looked squishy and textured. Vivian couldn't take her eyes away from it.

Although she'd known that men and women were different, and she'd had some idea of what a man might look like from having seen the animals in the fields, nothing could have prepared her for the reality which was now only inches from her face.

"This is your husband's cock," Mrs. Banks said, stroking Vivian's hair in a soothing manner, as if she expected her young charge to be upset by her first glimpse of a man. Upset wasn't what Vivian was feeling though; she was more curious than anything else. Curious and aroused, her bottom tightening around the thick rubber inside of it as her insides clenched. So close to the Earl she could smell the clean, woodsy scent of his cologne, as well as something that was muskier, earthier. She wanted to lean into him and breathe in those intriguing scents. Mrs. Banks' hand pressed on the back of Vivian's head, pushing her closer, and Vivian went willingly. "You are to treat his cock as you have my fingers."

Startled, Vivian looked up - first at Mrs. Banks and then at the Earl. The cock was much, much bigger than Mrs. Banks' fingers and Vivian wasn't quite sure how it was supposed to fit into her mouth. The hungry intensity that the Earl was looking at her with quite unnerved her as well.

But the hand on the back of her head didn't give her much choice and Vivian found herself leaning forward. Her cheeks pressed against the stiff rod and she was surprised at how hot and hard it felt against her face. Experimentally she flicked out her tongue and licked it.

The Earl moaned and his hips rolled, pushing his cock at her. Vivian was fascinated by the discovery that such a small touch could have such a large effect on him.

"Again," he said, in that deep voice that stirred her insides.

Not at all loathe to continue her experiments, Vivian began to lick up and down the length of his cock the same way she had occasionally done with Mrs. Banks' fingers. While she knew that she was expected to put the large appendage inside her mouth, she fervently hoped that the Earl and her companion would give her some time to work up to it. It was a rather intimidating prospect.

Fortunately the Earl seemed quite pleased by her efforts, watching her with glittering dark eyes as she explored him with her mouth, working her way from the base up to the tip.

Mrs. Banks knelt down to the side of, and partially behind, Vivian. Sliding one hand between the younger woman's legs to seek out the wet folds of her pussy, she reached into the cleft of Vivian's bottom to find the base of the dilator that was still wedged inside of her. While she would leave Vivian's ultimate pleasure up to the future Earl, she would tease and build the young woman's climax. It was the best way to ensure that Vivian associated this act with pleasure.

Tracing her fingers along the sopping wet folds of Vivian's pussy, Mrs. Banks began to twirl and pump the dilator in the younger woman's back door. Vivian's eyes glazed over as the sensations washed through her, her hands twitching in their restraints which were still behind her back. Seeing the sensual enjoyment on his future bride's face, Gabriel reached out and slid his hands into her hair, bringing her lips to the tip of his aching cock.

Distracted by the wonderful sensations in her pussy and the slight discomfort but still enjoyable sensations in her bottom, Vivian automatically opened her mouth to accept the offering before her lips. Her jaw had to open much further to fit the knob of his cock into her mouth than it would have for Mrs. Banks' fingers, but she found something rather satisfying in the act. She was used to suckling on Mrs. Banks' fingers at this point in the evening, had found comfort in it following her punishments, and now she felt the same except with the addition of a more extreme arousal as she was teased and played with.

Gabriel groaned as his future wife took him deeper, her hot, wet mouth suckling at his flesh with enthusiasm. He was both envious and aroused at watching Mrs. Banks touch Vivian so intimately, wanting to replace her hands with his own, and yet enjoying the sight all the same. There was something quite headily powerful about sharing his bride in such a way, although he knew that once she was graduated from the school he would not willingly share her with anyone.

Soon she would be all his, to touch and caress and pleasure and punish. Already Mrs. Banks was beginning the transfer of dependence from herself to him, manipulating Vivian's body to feel pleasure as she pleasured him, introducing him into their nightly routine. Every night this week they would take her a little further, push her a little harder, until he and Mrs. Banks had switched roles and she would be the observer and he would be the disciplinarian.

Using the gorgeous, flaming locks of Vivian's hair, Gabriel began to move her head back and forth on the length of his cock. She tried to pull away as he went deeper, almost touching the back of her throat, and he stopped his momentum. While he didn't allow her to pull away, he didn't push her either, and waited until she had relaxed.

"Breathe through your nose," he instructed her, kneading his fingers into her scalp to help relax her. "Try to swallow me down your throat. You don't have to succeed yet, I just want you to try."

As he began to move her head again, sliding her mouth until just his head was between her lips, and then forcing him to take him deeper again, Mrs. Banks began to pinch at her clit. Vivian moaned with pleasure around the thick meat in her mouth, automatically relaxing her throat, and to her surprise the head of his cock slipped quite easily into that space. It felt strange and thick, but before she could panic from realizing that it cut off her airway, the Earl was sliding her off of him again.

And then he pushed her back down, but this time she was prepared. The groans that came from his mouth as her lips slid down almost to the base of his cock made her shudder with pleasure. There was something intensely satisfying about hearing him make such involuntary noises and knowing that she was the cause.

The burgeoning pleasure in her own core was making her even more eager to suckle on his cock, her tongue and throat working as the need built inside of her. It was an almost automatic response, as she had no control over the way Mrs. Banks was touching her, but she had some control over how she suckled on the Earl's cock. And the needier she felt for climax, the more enthusiastically her mouth worked on his turgid flesh.

Even the stopper in her bottom had begun to feel good as it was pulled and pushed and twisted, her insides clenching in delight as every last nerve was pleasurably tantalized. Yet she couldn't quite reach climax, as Mrs. Banks knew the warning signs too well and immediately removed her fingers from Vivian's clitoris and returned to teasing the young woman rather than satisfying her. Feeling almost frantic, Vivian suckled even harder on the Earl's cock.

"GODS!" His head fell back for a moment as his hands tightened on her head. "I'm going to come... swallow it all, sweetheart... Oh bloody hell..." His fingers spasmed and then tightened again. If she could have, Vivian would have asked what she was supposed to swallow, but just as she thought of the question, she received her answer.

The rod in her mouth throbbed, expanding and pressing against her tongue, the underside of it pulsed as spurts of fluid was forced through it and out the tip, straight down into her throat. Salty, bitter sweetness filled her mouth, and she might have spit it out due to surprise but with the Earl's tight grip on her head she had no choice but to swallow it down. The hot fluid seemed to burn her throat and stomach, even as her ears were filled with the Earl's satisfied groans.

Once the pulsing stopped the hard flesh in her mouth seemed to soften and shrink a bit, allowing her to get her breath back. The Earl's fingers on her head loosened and he rubbed her scalp, making her hum with pleasure again. Her own body was still throbbing with need and she rocked her hips against Mrs. Banks' fingers, only to moan as the other woman gave her clit one last teasing pinch and withdrew.

"Good girl," the Earl said, and a rush of pleasure went through her. She looked up at him, her mouth still wrapped around his shrinking cock, and she didn't know it, but pleading filled her eyes. Fortunately for both of them, her pleasure was already part of the plan, for after that performance he didn't think he could deny her anything. Gently he removed her swollen lips from around his cock, which was still half hard and if she continued sucking on it he knew he'd be back to full mast in a matter of minutes. But now it was time to see to her and her pleasure, to reward her for a job well done. "Come up here Vivian."

Gently he helped her to her feet and then to straddle his thighs. She blushed as her wet pussy folds were parted by the position, her breasts thrust into her face, but she was too needy to truly care about her modesty. Neither of them noticed as Mrs. Banks quietly slipped out the door. Vivian was too far gone in her erotic need and Gabriel was enjoying having her soft womanly curves on his lap, her wrists bound behind her and her body completely open to him.

While she knew that her position was completely immodest and that she should be embarrassed by the way she was splayed out over his lap, Vivian's pleasure-driven senses didn't care how wanton she appeared. The taste of him was still in her mouth and she couldn't deny that she yearned for his touch on her skin; his hands larger and rougher than Mrs. Banks'.

"So beautiful," he murmured, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently.

Vivian closed her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

She loved hearing that he thought so and the way that he was looking at her made her shiver with delight, but she couldn't look at him while she thanked him for such a sentiment. Despite her wanton need, she still had too much ingrained modesty to feel comfortable expressing gratitude over his perusal of her body if she had to look into his eyes while she did so.

The harsh pinch of her nipples had her eyes flying wide open as she let out a shocked cry, her back arching.

"Eyes on me, sweetness," he said sternly, his dark gaze boring into hers. Tears sparked in her emerald depths as she wriggled a bit on his lap. Between his fingers her nipples throbbed, the tight pinch biting into her flesh even as it caused her insides to clench with anticipation.

While she didn't fully understand why a bite of pain made her pleasure so much more intense, why it aroused her so, there was no denying the reaction. Gabriel amused himself for a moment, tugging and pulling on the rosy tips of her nipples, making her arch forward with little whimpers.

"Please... please..."

"Please what, sweetness? Tell me what you need." Gabriel twisted those rosy little buds, watching as Vivian shuddered above him. One day he would be able to spend all afternoon tormenting the tempting swells in front of him, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted to reward her. He knew that prolonging the time before her climax would make it that much more intense, especially if her delightful nips had been attended to, but he didn't want to make her wait so long that it became a punishment.

Still, remembering her delightful blushes when Mrs. Banks had made Vivian ask for an orgasm, he certainly wasn't going to deny himself. He wanted Vivian to admit what she wanted, needed from him. And if it made her face turn a delightful pink to match the pink of her well-spanked bottom, then all the better.

"I... I..." Vivian closed her eyes as the heat rose in her cheeks. Her voice lowered to a pleading whisper, horrified that he was going to make her speak her desires out loud. "Please... I... I need to..." Her voice went even lower, to the barest thread of a whisper. "I need to climax."

Gabriel pinched her nipples tightly again. "Look at me, sweetness." He was met with pleading green eyes, lashes wet with tears, and a hot blush that went from her cheeks all the way down to her collarbone. It was quite enchanting. He smiled. "Ask and you shall receive."

Tonight at least.

Pulling her forward by her nipples, Gabriel brought her mouth to his, kissing her deeply. To his delight Vivian sank into the kiss eagerly. As she was shorter than him, her position on his lap put their lips on the exact same level, allowing him to easily fondle and kiss her to his heart's delight.

One hand continued to caress and squeeze the soft flesh of her breast while the other went between her legs. He moaned in her mouth as his fingers plunged between her folds, finding her soaking wet with cream. Vivian whimpered against his lips, her body wriggling on top of him, eager and needy. Already his cock was hardening again as he slid one long finger inside her molten heat.

A man's hands were completely different. Or maybe it was just Gabriel's hands that were different, because Vivian certainly didn't remember Dr. Monroe touching her with this kind of desperate need. His mouth devoured hers, ravished hers... and his hands... god his hands. The sensations he elicited were exquisite. Shattering. Her nipples still thrummed with the sting of his rough treatment, yet she found herself craving it now that he was being gentler.

The thick finger pushing inside of her stretched her muscles deliciously, her thighs tightening around his as the heel of his hand rocked against her clitoris. Vivian found herself moving atop him, rocking against him as if he were a horse and his hand the saddle. It was better than any of the half-formed fantasies that she'd engineered during her time at the school - more dangerous, more desperate. Indeed, she was absolutely desperate for his touch, his mouth, his approval.

And he did seem to approve.

When his hand left her breast she only had a moment to be disappointed before it had slid down behind her. He gripped one tender buttock, making her yelp against his lips before he pulled her body roughly into his. Fingers worked busily between her thighs as she rubbing herself against him, her sensitive nipples raking across the fabric of his coat, emphasizing his clothed state against her nakedness. It was domination of both physicality and mentality that she didn't consciously realize but which her body immediately recognized.

Vivian's head fell backwards as he released her mouth. It felt like every inch of her skin was on fire, from the stinging heat of her punished bottom, to the fiery passion between her legs, to the tendrils of flame that licked her senses as Gabriel bent and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. It was the perfect storm of combined sensations to send her careening over the edge.

She writhed against him, sobbing as the powerful release overtook her body, sending her senses reeling. It was almost too intense to bear and if she could have begged him to stop, to let her be for a moment, she would have. Instead, all she could do was cry out helplessly as he tugged and twisted on the plug in her bottom, grinding his hand against the wet folds of her cunt and sucked hard on the proud pink nipple that was filling his mouth. Vivian would have fallen from his lap if it hadn't been for his secure hold on her, her passionate writhing making him tighten his grip wherever he held her.