Marriage Training Ch. 16

Although, he stood by what he had told her this afternoon; if she went off alone with someone she didn't know or if she spoke to Lord Marchland without Gabriel there, he would take a belt to this beautiful bottom. While it truly was for her safety, it was also because he didn't trust any man not to try and steal her affections away from him; until hers were firmly fixed, he would have to struggle with his own jealousies, and her bottom would pay the price for exacerbating them. As well as for disobeying him and putting herself into an indecent and possibly dangerous situation.

Moaning and bucking, Vivian rocked against the Earl's lap, the front of her mound rubbing against his thigh. The delicious sensation of pressure against her clitoris was just enough to help arouse her as she was spanked, without allowing her to get off. Her legs spread wider as she tried to get more traction against the sensitive nub.

Both Mrs. Banks and Gabriel noticed what she was doing, of course, but Gabriel shook his head when Mrs. Banks looked at him questioningly. He rather enjoyed seeing Vivian torn between the pain and pleasure, questing for an orgasm while she was being punished. From the way she was trying to rub herself against him, he felt quite sure that she wouldn't be able to succeed, but he liked the idea of her working herself into a sensual frenzy in the attempt.

The creamy cheeks of her bottom were now a bright red, mottled with the after effects of Mrs. Banks' sharp swats. The woman had reached the end of the count, which was twenty.

"Very good sweetness," Gabriel praised Vivian as his hands wandered back to her bottom. She gasped as his palms came into contact with that sensitized flesh, and then cried out in protest as he squeezed the mounds roughly. Ignoring her wordless cries, he continued to knead the hot flesh, his cock aching as he did so. "Your gorgeous little bottom is all hot and red, sweetness... it looks absolutely beautiful. I love hearing the way you cry out when you're spanked and watching you squirm under my hands."

Why was hearing him speak with such blunt, crude words so exciting? They shouldn't be, and yet she could feel her empty tunnel clenching as if it wanted to be filled. His rough hands sent sparks of pain to reignite the burn in her cheeks and all she wanted was for his hand to slide lower and touch her swollen, throbbing core.

Then his hands slid back to their original positions, one on her back, the other on her thigh.

"Alright Mrs. Banks, I believe she's ready for the hairbrush."

Vivian moaned. She would have protested but she already knew that it wouldn't do any good. At least Gabriel's warm hands on her felt good, giving her something pleasurable to concentrate on.

THWACK! TWHACK!

Two swats of the brush smacked down on the center of each already-reddened buttock, making Vivian jerk and shriek. Gabriel's hands held her firmly in place as twin tears rolled down her cheeks. The hard wood was completely unforgiving and her skin was already sensitized and flaming from the spanking.

THWACK! THWACK!

The last two blows were delivered directly to Vivian's tender sit-spots. She shrieked again and then slumped over the Earl's lap, relieved that it was over. Again Gabriel's hands moved to rub over her sore skin and she whimpered, trembling as he squeezed her flesh again. Even as the stinging bite of pain flashed through her, the sensual tension inside her belly coiled and she could feel her arousal rising. The hard length of his cock twitched against her stomach as he abused her poor cheeks.

Gabriel was amazed at how wet and slick Vivian's pretty little pussy was becoming as he squeezed the hot, red flesh of her bottom. She was leaking copious amounts of honey, obviously extremely aroused by what he was doing.

"Good girl..." he murmured again, leaning down and brushing his lips across each heated mound.

Feeling the scrape of his bristles against that sensitive surface, Vivian felt a bit faint. He had just kissed her bottom! After it had been thoroughly chastised! Why that should make her insides feel so hot and aching she had no idea, but it did. Discipline with the Earl was already very different from discipline with just Mrs. Banks; it was more intense, more personal and even more erotically exciting.

"Mrs. Banks, the oil please."

A thick, oiled finger pressed against Vivian's anus and she moaned, wanting to hide from the undeniable fact that the Earl was now pressing his finger into such a forbidden, dirty place. Wanting to hide from the fact that it made her pussy cream even more, that it felt strangely good as he probed deeply into her. While she'd become somewhat used to Mrs. Banks' fingers and the plug, this still felt different.

"You're so delightfully submissive, aren't you sweetness?" The Earl chuckled as he began to work his finger back and forth in Vivian's backside, watching the digit disappearing into that adorable little pink hole between her flaming cheeks. "Being spanked makes you cream yourself, and when I play with your sweet little asshole, you get even hotter even though you don't want to. You'll squirm and moan, but you don't truly want me to stop."

It was frightening how well he seemed to read her, to know the thoughts that were flying through her mind. His words just made her even hotter and her tiny asshole clung to his finger, spasming with the need that was heating her insides.

"When you are my wife, I'll touch every part of your body... spank you, whip you, tie you up and fondle you, just like this, for hours. I'll bury myself inside your mouth, your pussy and your ass until you're screaming from ecstasy and then I'll do it all over again." The Earl's voice was fierce, his finger pumping fasting, ravishing her bottom. His voice was tight with desire and she could feel the strangest sensation growing inside of her, similar to an orgasm but not quite the same - still, close enough to make her wonder, rather wildly, what was happening to her body. Surely his finger frigging her bottom wasn't enough to make her climax?

And yet her lower body was getting hotter, wetter, her inner muscles spasming as he continued to describe debaucheries and punishments in a low, forceful voice. Vivian wasn't even truly listening anymore, her mind was providing the pictures that his words created without any active concentration from her.

When he stopped, removing his finger rather abruptly from her bottom and replacing it with an oiled rubber plug, Vivian cried out. She'd been so close to some kind of culmination, only have to have it abruptly snatched away.

"Please... please, please, please," she begged as her bottom spasmed around the plug that was now filling it. It felt achingly full, but she needed a return of that blissful friction.

Instead, Gabriel turned her on his lap so that she fell onto her knees in front of him. "Not yet sweetness, first you must show me how sorry you are... then we'll see what we can do for you."

Vivian practically fell upon his cock the moment it was released from the confines of his pants. She didn't even notice the way his head fell back as he groaned with pleasure. Normally Gabriel might have liked her to take more time, licking and caressing, but he was too aroused by her obvious need to direct her to temper her eager sucking. Enthusiasm should be encouraged, he thought dimly, weaving his fingers into her hair as she sucked him deep.

Watching the erotic sight of Vivian on her knees in front of the Earl, orally worshiping him, Mrs. Banks studied the reddened bottom and slick thighs of her student. The bobbing copper head made her buttocks clench and relax, the black knob of the plug peeking out from between those bright cheeks. Going by Vivian's obvious frantic sexual need, there was no further need for her presence; tonight Vivian certainly didn't need additional stimulation in order to help her associate oral sex with pleasure. Smiling, Mrs. Banks quietly made her way out the door.

The other two occupants of the room didn't even notice her leave, they were so engrossed in each other. For Vivian, it was the beginning of the culmination of her training; not only had she been carefully prepared to please and pleasure the Earl, she found that she very much wanted to. Something about him called to hidden desires deep inside of her, the most basic needs of her inner psyche had been unlocked and met when she'd met him. On her knees, with his unfamiliar member sliding between her lips, she felt as though she'd found a missing puzzle piece that fitted perfectly into her life. This was where she was meant to be.

For Gabriel, Vivian's full submission was the culmination of years of planning. Months of longing and wanting. Weeks of tormenting himself while she was training. He groaned as her innocent mouth moved as skillfully as any wanton's, seeking to milk him of his seed. The light in her eyes said that she was becoming aware of how she affected him, of the power that she had over him, no matter that she had given up her control and her body to him. The dawning revelation was immensely erotic to him, seeing her slowly awaken sexually and bloom was the most arousing thing imaginable.

Reaching down, he began to caress and squeeze her breasts. Vivian hummed and moaned around his cock as he pinched her nipples, creating an intense vibration that hummed all the way along his length and up his spine. Having him touch her as she performed this lewd act on him only increased her frantic need and she felt her body undulating as she suckled harder and more fervently. She whined in the back of her throat as the sharp pain of her pinched nipples immediately made pleasure bloom between her legs.

With a loud cry, Gabriel thrust, pulling Vivian's breasts and squeezing them tightly in his strong fingers as he began to spurt hot liquid down her throat. She swallowed, tasting the sweet bitterness that she'd experienced the night before, and finding that she was beginning to like it. The look on his face as he relaxed and then caressed her cheek was one of appreciation, warmth and almost awe.

"Come here, sweetness. Spread your legs over my lap."

She shivered at the order, a hot spurt of lust rippling through her, but she still hesitated for a moment. Only a moment, during which that delightful blush rose high in her cheeks as she realized that he was ordering her to display and splay herself, rather than putting her in the position. That she would have to do it herself, which was somehow so much harder than just allowing herself to be positioned.

But the need pulsing inside of her, the wet hunger, was too much for her to be able to resist. She winced as her bottom scraped across the fabric of his pants, reminding her that her cheeks were red and sore. In her excitement she'd almost forgotten. Seeing the wince, Gabriel knew exactly what had caused it, and his cock twitched despite the fact that he'd just climaxed.

Grasping her by her sore bottom, he roughly squeezed her punished cheeks and pulled her forwards, eliciting a gasp from her slightly swollen and used lips.

"Does it hurt, sweet?" he asked, squeezing and kneading her flesh, making her squirm. He could smell the musky sweet scent of her arousal growing stronger as he played with her.

"Yes," she said, casting her eyes downwards, focusing on his cravat. Gabriel's grin broadened.

"And that just excites you more, doesn't it, sweet?"

With an embarrassed little moan, Vivian covered her flaming face with her hands. Immediately Gabriel reached up and grasped her wrists, taking her hands and placing them on his shoulders.

"Don't move them from here, Vivian," he said sternly. The deep, dark voice he used brooked no argument and it made her body tingle. "Now answer the question... you feel wetter and hotter inside when your bottom is spanked, don't you? You like it when I squeeze these hot little cheeks."

She whimpered and then closed her eyes, feeling like she must be blushing down to her toes. How could he says such crude things so baldly? And why did she love it so much when he did?

"Yes," she whispered, whimpering again as his questing fingers found the knob of the plug inside her anus. Immediately her cheeks clenched around it and the pleasure shuddered through her.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of sweetness," he said, one of his hands slipping between her legs to rub his fingers along her wet folds, igniting the most incredible sensations. He ignored her gasp and the way her back arched, continuing to play and tease, circling around her swollen clit but never touching it. "I'm happy that you like it. I love to see your bottom red and hot for me, to watch it turn from cream to pink to red. I'm going to touch every inch of your body with my hands and my tongue, I'm going to invade you and hurt you and pleasure you and you'll love every minute of it."

One long finger slid inside of her and Vivian cried out as her body spasmed around the questing digit. His words were creating a firestorm within her, the images that flashed through her head were fuzzy, indistinct, and yet incredibly arousing from the small parts that she understood. The finger plunging inside of her and the plug in her bottom that he was now twisting, gave her some idea of what he might have in mind.

Tightening her fingers on his shoulders, she cried out as the heel of his palm pressed against her clit, applying the pressure and friction that she craved as she rode his hand.

"I'm going to tie you up, and whip you, and take you in every hole until you're utterly and completely mine."

His fingers stroked inside of her, accompanied by a push at the base of the plug in her anus that sent it surging inside of her, and every muscle in her body seemed to tighten... and then release in a wave of blissful pleasure that had her crying out and clutching his shoulders. Teeth caught at her nipple as she writhed, her splayed legs trying to squeeze together as the relentless rubbing of her clit made her spasm... the little nubbin was almost too sensitive to bear the stimulation and yet she couldn't even beg him to stop or slow as she sobbed out her ecstasy.

Gabriel watched her fluttering eyelashes, her flushed cheeks, as she came for him. Triumph surged through him, not only at his mastery over her pleasure, but at her obvious arousal at his words. With his finger inside of her he'd been able to feel every spasm, every clench, as the impact of his words were taken in.

He rubbed the sensitive folds of her pussy until she slumped on his lap, her fingers no longer digging into his skin through the fabric of his jacket.

"Good girl," he crooned, lifting his honey-coated digits to her mouth.

Testament to her good training, half-dazed as she was, Vivian immediately started licking them clean. Gabriel felt a tingle in his groin, but he forced down his own desires, knowing full well that if he had his way, he would never leave her bedroom. Unfortunately it was not possible yet.

But soon. Very soon.

******

The next day Vivian was on tenterhooks until Gabriel appeared. The young ladies were having their own "at-home" in the Practicum house, giving them yet another opportunity to practice being hostesses. This was much more stressful and fraught with opportunities to make a mistake, as they had quite a bit more responsibility.

She was still having some trouble understanding how the three faces of her future husband came together to make a whole. There was the confident, attentive gentleman that escorted her about the at-homes and was every inch the tonnish Earl. There was the stern disciplinarian with the hot, flashing eyes, who oversaw her punishment and enjoyed it. And then there was the gentle, tender man who had cradled and cuddled her last night in her punishment chair after pleasuring her to limpness and then had tucked her into bed almost reverently before placing a light kiss on her lips. It didn't seem possible that all those aspects could belong to the same man, and yet they did.

More and more she was becoming obsessed with finding out more about him. While she waited for him, she managed to turn the conversation to the Earl of Cranborne, so that she might hear some gossip about her betrothed. Some of it made her stomach turn queasily, mostly having to do with his reputation as a rake and the women he'd had as mistresses or lovers - not that anyone said anything specific, but the sly hints and vague comments built a picture that she couldn't mistake. The rest of it was just fascinating. His protectiveness over his sisters, his friendships with their husbands, his championing of his step-mother when she'd first married his father despite her lower status, his reputation as a Corinthian, and the tales of wild races, hunts and a few forbidden duels.

When he finally appeared, it was almost a relief from the deluge of information. Especially as her worries about other women were assuaged, once again, by his demeanor towards her. She believed him when he said there would be no other woman but her now, as he certainly gave her no reason to think otherwise, but she could not help her feelings of jealousy over the women that had been before her. Still, she could tell that he felt the same way whenever she was speaking with another man. Although Lord Marchland was not present, Gabriel kept her arm pressed to his side every time they were speaking with any other gentleman, whereas he held it much more loosely when they were speaking to a woman.

And all through the afternoon, she found her mind drifting towards the upcoming evening and her inevitable punishment. As much as the spanking did arouse her body, it was still not an enjoyable experience to be spanked. She would much rather have the pleasure without the spanking beforehand, all things considered.

Still, she couldn't help the little shiver of anticipation, knowing that an evening without punishment was not likely.

******

Extremely unlikely, as it turned out. Winifred, one of the other students, had spitefully spilled a cup of tea on Vivian's dress, spattering the Earl with some of the hot liquid as well. She was immediately overly apologetic, mostly to Gabriel, and when Vivian returned Winifred was hanging all over him. While Gabriel seemed more amused than anything else by her obvious eye flutterings and compliments, something hot and awful had taken hold of Vivian's insides.

Reclaiming Gabriel's arm, Vivian smiled thinly at Winifred's repeated apology.

"I'm so glad to see that it didn't ruin your dress," the pretty blonde said with false sincerity. "How fortunate you weren't wearing silk." She brushed her own skirts, flaunting the yellow silk that her gown was made out of, as if to emphasize her higher social and financial status over Vivian's. It was not the first time someone had obliquely referred to Vivian's family's status in comparison to the Earl's, but it was the first time it got under Vivian's skin.

"I've always considered it a good practice to wear more durable fabrics. After all, it only takes one person lacking grace to ruin a gown."

Immediately Vivian regretted the words. Not because of the look on Winifred's face when she was so blatantly set down - that was delightful - but because the sudden stiffness of the Earl's body and the look that Mrs. Banks gave her said that her bottom would be paying for her rudeness later.

It was so infuriating that an obviously false spill and an oblique insult was acceptable, but because Vivian had been more blatantly insulting that she was now the one in trouble. Darkly, she thought that there was little chance Winifred's bottom would be paying any kind of price for her maneuver.

Fortunately Emily, who was the most adroit at social situation, smoothly stepped into the breach with her cheery good nature. "I should say so, I'm sure that's why Mama never allows me silks, I'd ruin them in a heartbeat."