Marriage Training Ch. 16

Everyone within earshot chuckled and the tension immediately dissipated, leaving Vivian feeling worse than before. In one sentence, Emily - as the student with the highest social ranking - had aligned herself with Vivian and set down Winifred for her comment about the material of Vivian's dress, and at the same time set down Vivian for her comment about Winifred's supposed clumsiness, without being blatant or insulting to either of them. It was the kind of social cue that Vivian had absolutely no practice in and obviously needed to learn. Compared to her own response, she could see her own lack of verbal grace.

Even more so, she could sense the Earl's disapproval with her and she felt herself wilting. Immediately she withdrew behind the only social mask she had any practice at; that of the demure, retiring, modest young miss who had very little to say for fear of offending anyone.

Immediately Gabriel could sense the difference in her demeanor, but he didn't quite know what to do about it. Vivian had done herself more harm than good with her little comment, showing that not only was she not as adept in awkward social situations as she needed to be to successfully navigate the backbiting atmosphere of the ton, but she'd also shown a weak spot. He wasn't fooled by Lady Winifred's conventionally pretty exterior; he could tell that she was a viper underneath, even if she was a Diamond of the First Water. Women like her would enjoy weak spots like Vivian had just displayed.

But he didn't like the way Vivian retreated into herself either. The sparkle had completely gone out of her green eyes, which looked dulled even as she listened attentively to the story Lord Lilienfield was telling. Her little laugh upon completion of the story was utterly genuine and yet completely lacking the joyous freedom that she usually displayed. While he didn't want her to think that he approved of her rudeness, which was not only beneath her but also damaging, and he knew that she needed to learn a better tactic, he also didn't want her to disappear within herself. Somehow he had to show her some kind of encouragement before she completely closed herself off before his eyes.

As if on cue, the elderly Lord Lilienfield gave her an encouraging smile before his eyes slid to Gabriel. "You're lucky I'm not twenty years younger, Cranborne, or I'd have to steal this gem away from you."

Vivian visibly brightened at the praise, although only a little.

"You could try," Gabriel said dryly, pulling her closer to him and looping his arm around her back. It was treading the line of propriety to be so openly tactile with her, but as they were at an at-home and the rumors of their love-match were swirling, not to mention Vivian's small misstep, he knew it would be tolerated. In fact, such a blatant display of affection on his part would be much more interesting to the gossips than any small verbal blunder that Vivian had made. Using that as his excuse, he brushed his lips over her temple, enjoying the way she blushed as her eyelashes fluttered in shock. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Mrs. Banks shift - while he might be in charge, she still wouldn't be able to countenance any true improprieties under her watch or else she'd risk the reputation of the school. "I can guarantee you'd have the fight of your life."

Lord Lilienfield chortled. "Good show, good show. Trust you to recognize when you've got a prize and to hold onto it with both hands."

Still chuckling, the elderly lord ambled away.

"Come on, sweetness," Gabriel said, loudly enough for everyone to hear the endearment. "Let's get you some refreshments before Lilienfield tries to steal you away from me." His head descended to her ear and he knew that everyone would assume he was whispering something scandalous or romantic to her. "I'm going to spank the hell out of you for being rude later, but only because you're better than that. Next time, don't descend to her level."

The encouraging smile he gave her as he lifted his head again and led her to the table of lemonade and small sandwiches helped to raise Vivian's spirits. Her stomach no longer felt as though it had settled in the vicinity of her ankles. While her bottom might pay the price later, she somehow felt a thousand times better.

******

"Please, please, please, I'll be good..." Vivian let out another shriek of pain as the Earl's hand crashed down on her already cherry colored bottom. More tears joined the twin rivers that were already flowing down her cheeks and watering the floor beneath her.

The entire nature of her discipline had changed this evening and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. Mrs. Banks litany of Vivian's mistakes had been quite a list, as well as very specific. It was as though Vivian's rudeness to Winifred had spurred the companion into becoming even more scrutinizing. And, unfortunately for Vivian, Mrs. Banks was not the one doling out the punishment this evening.

Once she'd finished with describing all the minor mishaps, as well as the major one, it was the Earl who had helped Vivian to disrobe - earning a series of fetching blushes from her. His hands had brushed her skin constantly, and she was sure he was doing it purposefully, as Mrs. Banks' hands never touched her that much. Then she'd been tipped over his lap, just as she had been the previous evening. Again, his hard cock had already been digging into her side, his hands had squeezed and rubbed her bottom to warm the skin...

But then he'd spoken. "So. Twenty-eight swats and then ten with the hairbrush. I expect you to be very sorry by the end of this, sweetness, and I also expect you to try and improve. I want you to be a good girl for me so that we can have enjoyable spankings instead of punishment ones." Enjoyable spankings?

SMACK!

Vivian had howled in pain and indignation as the Earl's hand came down on her vulnerable backside, much harder, faster and stronger than Mrs. Banks had ever managed.

THWACK!

The second swat had taken her breath away; the "warming" that he'd done to her bottom had in no way prepared her for the stinging blows that were raining down onto her vulnerable backside. His hand was hard, unyielding, and she could feel the flesh of her entire buttocks as well as her thighs jiggling and dancing with every blow.

By the fourth swat she was crying, by the seventh her legs had begun to kick, and by the tenth she had started a begging, pleading chant filled with pleas and promises. She would be good, she was desperate to prove to him that she could improve. Somehow this was so much more personal than any of the spankings she'd received from Mrs. Banks; and not just because she could feel his arousal pressing into her side as he punished her.

Gabriel could see the high gloss on her pussy lips as her legs kicked out. He loved the way her breath sobbed as she pleaded, the dance of her flesh, the peeks of her swollen lips that he received as she squirmed and thrashed for him. Although he could have easily stopped her kicking, he rather enjoyed see his composed and demure Vivian completely lose her control. This was the appropriate setting for it, unlike her sniping insult to Lady Winifred earlier today.

His cock was absolutely rigid, throbbing with desire to plunge into her, as he could see that - despite her protests and begging - she was highly aroused by her punishment.

"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight," he counted out. Vivian slumped over his lap immediately, sobbing now that the spanking was over.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Shhh..." he rubbed his hand over the rosy cheeks of her bottom. They were so delightfully hot to the touch. "You're forgiven, sweetness. I know you'll try to do better in the future. That's what spankings are for, and once they're over you don't need to worry about being forgiven, because you already have been. Only ten more with the brush and then we're completely done."

"Nooooo, please," Vivian begged. She couldn't imagine having the hard back of that wooden brush laid over the flaming skin on her bottom; the last time it had throbbed and stung this much had been when she'd been birched. The caning she'd received had been more localized, sharper, but this was spread out over her entire bottom, her sit-spot and the tops of her thighs.

"No, sweetness, you must take your punishment like a good girl. If I didn't follow through with your discipline then what kind of husband would I be?"

Even as she started crying again, Vivian knew that, deep down, if Gabriel had acquiesed to her plea, some part of her would have been disappointed. Her body would have rejoiced, even her mind, but her deeply submissive nature would have seen it as a weakness on his part. From that point onward, she would have attempted to beg and plead in an attempt to manipulate her way out of further punishments.

As the flat of the hairbrush landed against her burning bottom with a mighty THWACK, that part of Vivian's nature flooded her pussy with cream.

Gabriel thought he might actually climax from the heavenly feeling of Vivian's body squirming against him as he spanked her. The jiggling red cheeks of her bottom were flattened with every swat of the brush, showing white for a moment after impact before immediately darkening. The deep blush of her skin was emanating heat and he fantasized about burying himself in her wet slickness, feeling the press of her hot skin against his belly as he took her.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

The meaty thunk of the wooden backed brushed against Vivian's rounded flesh, combined with her cries, pleas, and chanting promises to be good, was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. Even more so than any of the punishments he'd witnessed, because now she was suffering at his hand, rather than another's. Her bottom was a deep, swollen red by the time he finished.

But the reason he was so inflamed by her punishment was the aftermath, when he dropped the hairbrush to the floor and thrust his hand between her legs. A moment ago they'd been kicking. Now they were draped, slightly apart, with just enough space for him to slide his fingers into the folds of her pussy.

They came away coated in honey, and his cock jerked.

The punishment was effective, as it should be, because Vivian didn't enjoy pain; but she couldn't help her arousal from his dominance over her. And Gabriel was grateful for that, for although he enjoyed spanking a woman, he knew that he would not want to punish Vivian nightly, but only when she truly deserved it. He looked forward to when her training was over and they were married and he could give her more sensual spankings that they would both enjoy.

But when she needed to be disciplined, as she truly had this evening, he would not hold back. And her body would respond.

Pulling her up onto his lap, Gabriel cuddled her for a moment, enjoying her whimpers as her hot little bottom was pressed against his legs. Mrs. Banks gave him an approving nod before she made her way out of the room. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dried her tears, allowing her to blow her nose, until her crying had stopped. From what he'd seen and heard, he knew that his spanking was much more harsh - and therefore more effective - than anything Mrs. Banks was able to dole out.

"You did very well, sweetness, I'm proud of you. And you're not going to make the same mistakes twice, are you?"

"No," Vivian said, a little miserably as she clung to him. Part of her wondered how she could want his comfort and the warmth of his arms so much when he was the one who had punished her, but it didn't change the desire. And most of her was too busy enjoying being in his arms to care about the irony. "I'll be good. I won't be rude again."

"Good girl."

The gentle caresses were at complete odds with the roughness of his hands as he'd punished her; they were also stirring the flames that had already ignited when he'd spanked her. Despite the throbbing ache of her bottom, which was much stronger than was used to, Vivian's core pulsed with need.

But then Gabriel positioned her and let her slide down onto her knees before him, rather than quenching the hunger that was growing inside of her. Vivian's mouth watered as he pulled his cock from his trousers; she leaned forward and pulled him in hungrily between her lips. The thick, meaty taste filled her mouth as she began to move her head up and down, her tongue working busily over the veins and ridges along his length.

Groaning, highly aroused from finally being the one to spank Vivian and feel her flesh quiver and heat under his palm, it didn't take very long before Gabriel was crying out with ecstasy as he pumped thick cream down her throat. She swallowed eagerly. Truthfully, this might be her favorite part of the evenings this week. She loved to see Gabriel's eyes glow almost silver as he watched her, loved to hear his masculine groans, to feel his legs tremble beneath her hands, to feel the rush of power as she attended to his pleasure. Even when her jaw ached, it felt good, and she adored it when he played with her hair while she moved her mouth up and down his rigid length. The warmth in her belly as she swallowed his cum was always accompanied by a feeling of supreme satisfaction.

And the look he gave her afterwards; that almost reverent, tender expression, made want to do anything to make him look at her like that again.

To her surprise, he didn't pull her back up onto his lap. Instead he swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. Vivian's heart started to pound. Was he going to anticipate their wedding night?

When he sat her down on the bed before him, he gave her a deep, probing kiss that made her insides tingle, before pulling away.

"Lay down on your back, sweetness" he ordered. Vivian did so, leaving her legs hanging off the bed at the position he'd left them at, parted just enough for him to stand between. She jerked with shock as he knelt down at the edge of the bed. "Pull your knees up."

The position left her wide open and she blushed as she realized that he was looking right at her privates. Immediately her legs started to close again and she gave a little shriek as he smacked the inside of each thigh.

"Keep your legs open, sweetness, I like to look at you."

Vivian covered her face with her hands, whimpering a little from both embarrassment and the reignition of pain as he pulled her hips closer to the end of the bed, scraping her sore bottom along the fabric of the coverlet. Hot breath wafted across her swollen flesh and she moaned a little. His face must be so close to her!

"Put your hands down, sweetness," Gabriel said, amused. He wanted to see her blushes, enjoying the dichotomy of her wanton innocence. "I want to see you play with your pretty breasts and pinch your nipples."

Slowly, hesitantly, Vivian's hands drifted down to her breasts, cupping them gently and pinching the little pink nipples between her fingers. But her face remained averted from her body.

"Look at me," Gabriel ordered, his voice deepening in such a way that it seemed to throb along her entire body. She couldn't resist that voice and she found her head snapping into position to stare down at him along the length of her body.

Deliberately keeping his eyes locked onto hers, Gabriel leaned forward and pressed his mouth against her wet flesh.

Vivian shrieked, her hips jerking upwards. Mrs. Banks had touched Vivian's pussy with her fingers, she'd suckled on Vivian's clit, but she had never licked Vivian the way Gabriel was doing now. His tongue made broad sweeps between her pussy lips, tasting her, learning the shape of her folds. The intensity in his eyes as he watched her writhe for him was akin to the hunger he watched her with as she pleasured him with her mouth.

Pain and pleasure mingled as her bottom bounced on the bed, her insides spasming as Gabriel licked and sucked at her lips. His tongue flicked against clit and then teasingly moved away again, making her moan and gasp. Squeezing her breasts harder, she found herself adding to the heady mix of mingled sensations that were surging through her body; the sharp bite of pain enhancing the rising ecstasy.

"Oh please..." she gasped as his tongue flicked over the swollen nub of her clit again. "Oh please, oh please, oh please..."

When he moved his mouth upwards and sucked her clit between his lips, pulling hard on the sensitive organ, Vivian screamed his name. He slid one finger into her spasming pussy and moved it back and forth, increasing the intensity of her climax as she rode his mouth and finger, her head whipping back and forth in her passion. The storm of sensations roiled through her, enveloping her, until Gabriel's suction gentled and she was able to descend, her limbs falling limply as she panted for breath.

"Good girl," Gabriel said again, moving his mouth up her body as he kissed her stomach and breasts, lingering over her nipples. She moaned a little bit; it felt good, but almost too good, as her body still tingled with the aftermath of the intense orgasm. "I'm so very pleased with you, Vivian."

He desperately wanted to cuddle her again, but he knew that if he did so now, in her bed, with her all soft and pleasured the way that she was, that he would divest her of her virginity within the hour. Controlling his hunger for her, he ignored his rising cockstand and tucked her into bed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, sweetness," he whispered, brushing his lips over hers.

She tasted the musky sweetness of her juices in his kiss, her tongue flicking out along his lower lip as if to catch more of it.

"Yes, Gabriel."