Marriage Training

by Golden Angel

  Capturing her hand, Gabriel brought it to his lips, thinking of how sweetly adorable she was. “I’ve had no intimacies with any woman but you for months now, sweet,” he said softly in reassurance. “And nor shall I. As you shall cleave to me, so I shall to you.”

  “Oh.” The soft word was almost a sigh, like a heartfelt benediction. “I mean, very well. Good.”

  Chuckling, Gabriel drew her out of the alcove. More than one person glanced over at the couple, with the blushing young woman. It was obvious from the pristine state of her clothing that her fiancé had taken no liberties, but something must have happened for her to be so brightly flushed.

  Vivian was practically floating on air at Gabriel’s reassurances. He was such a bundle of contradictions, her future husband. Sometimes dark as a storm cloud, sometimes sweetly tender even as he threatened to take a belt to her bottom, and sometimes so very gentle with her as though she might break, even though he’d ordered the discipline she received nightly.

  Just thinking about it made her bottom tingle. She had no desire to discover what his belt would feel like, even though wetness gathered in her nether regions as she imagined being punished by him. Giving him a sidelong glance, she wondered if the feelings she was having now were what created what her mother called “hussies.”

  She rather felt a bit like a hussy.

  The evening, chatting with the other students, now seemed interminably long. Knowing she was going to see Gabriel made her rather agitated. Instead of trying to remember all her transgressions, she found that her mind was filled with Gabriel and what his hands felt like upon her. Only when she saw Emily looking at her with true concern was she able to focus herself enough to attend to the conversation at hand. It was all too easy to allow her mind to wander back to the night before and her hopes that this evening would be more of the same.

  After the evening meal, Vivian went up to her room and rushed to her vanity to ensure she looked her best for when Gabriel arrived. Vivian spent her wait studying her appearance, taming the tiny wisps of hair that had escaped their pins, adjusting her breasts, pacing, and finally settling down in her chair to read. Even so, the minutes seemed to crawl by at a horribly slow pace and she could barely concentrate on the words on the page.

  When the door finally opened, she jumped to her feet.

  The earl followed Mrs. Banks in, looking as darkly handsome as ever. Even more so than he had during the day, in fact, since he was now dressed for the evening, every line of his fashionable black and white attire in place. With the lack of color in his clothing, the green flecks in his grey eyes stood out even more in stark relief. The smile he gave her warmed her insides and she smiled back, her lips curving even though she knew she was about to be punished.

  Unlike the night before, he leaned nonchalantly against her bedpost, just within her line of vision, as Mrs. Banks recited Vivian’s transgressions during the day.

  Vivian listened as attentively as she could, trying not to be distracted by Gabriel’s presence and the way he was watching her.

  Tonight she didn’t feel nearly as shy about unclothing; it still caused her to flush beautifully, all over her body, but she was excited by it as well.

  To her shock, once she was undressed, she turned to see the earl seated on her punishment chair rather than standing against her bed where he had been before. The hungry gleam in his eyes drank in the sight of her naked body and peaked, pink nipples.

  “Oh!” she said, shocked, as she took an immediate step back, earning herself a hefty slap on her bottom from Mrs. Banks.

  “Stop dithering, girl, and lay yourself across his lap. You know how to.”

  “B-b-b-but—” Vivian stammered. Part of her wondered why she was so surprised by this turn of events, while the other part of her wailed that she wasn’t ready to have Gabriel punishing her yet.

  “That’s two with the hairbrush for not immediately obeying an order,” Mrs. Banks said crossly. “Now place yourself across his lap.”

  Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, Vivian tried to gather her courage. Oh, how she wished Mrs. Banks would tie her wrists together and push her across Gabriel’s broad thighs! It would be so much easier that way, as well as exciting. Instead, she had to do this herself.

  “Four with the hairbrush.”

  With a short little exclamation, Vivian’s eyes popped open and she hurriedly stepped forward, laying herself across the earl’s lap, trying not to look at him or think about what she was doing. But it was utterly impossible to pretend he was Mrs. Banks. The thick thighs beneath her were hard like granite, and there was something—his cock, she realized—pressing into the side of her stomach, and she was higher off the ground than she was used to. Her head tipped quite far forward; only her fingers pressed against the floor, and her toes were barely brushing it. Vivian twitched as she felt his strong hands caressing her soft skin, one on her back, the other on the curve of her bottom.

  “Very nice, Sunrise,” he said approvingly, feeling her tremble beneath his hands. Those little tremors pleased him greatly as he took the time to explore her backside, caressing her satiny skin and gently squeezing her flesh. Soon that sweet, heart-shaped bottom was going to be a bright pink, and he was going to have an up close and personal view this evening. Bringing his hands to rest, one on her back, the other wrapped around her upper thigh, close enough to her weeping pussy to set her heart racing, Gabriel smiled at Mrs. Banks. “You may begin her spanking now, Mrs. Banks.”

  Vivian didn’t know it, but that was a prearranged command, part of the planned transition of authority from Mrs. Banks to her future husband. While she felt relieved that Gabriel wasn’t going to be spanking her this evening, and that she would have more time to accustom herself to his presence and his discipline, subconsciously she understood he was now in charge of her punishment and that her companion was acting completely under his authority. Her pussy was wet and ready, and she was especially aware of his hand so close to her cleft.

  Being held by him, in this position, was even more arousing than her fantasies had been; there was no substitute for the warmth and strength of his body, and she’d never fantasized about the way his member would pulse hotly against her, because she hadn’t known it existed.

  Smack!

  She let out a little cry . . . in Mrs. Banks’s new position, standing over Vivian’s pert bottom, the companion had quite a bit more room to swing, resulting in a much sharper swat to Vivian’s creamy cheeks.

  While he regretted the necessary position didn’t allow him to see her breasts, having her over his lap more than made up for it. He could feel every reaction of her body, smell her arousal, watch as crimson splotches bloomed on her ivory skin. Wetness trickled down to his hand on her thigh and he squeezed it, eliciting a moan from her between swats.

  His hand itched. He so badly wanted to be the one spanking her sweet little bottom . . . but Vivian wasn’t quite ready for that yet. While he could have forced the issue, he had told Mrs. Banks he wanted his future bride quite comfortable with him before he fully took over her punishments. This afternoon he had enjoyed seeing her discomfiture when she had to face him, but did not want to push her into a rebellion this week. After all, she must learn to trust him, and he would much prefer to reward her consistently with pleasure so that she did so, before any serious punishments became necessary.

  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 enough to help arouse her as she was spanked, without allowing her to climax. 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’s 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 her swollen cheeks, 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? It 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.

  “All right, Mrs. Banks, I believe she’s ready for the hairbrush.”

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

  Thwack! Thwack!

  Two swats of the brush smacked down on the center of each already-reddened buttock, making Vivian jerk and shriek. Gabriel 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. 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 the 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 groaned, wanting to hide from the undeniable fact that the earl was now pressing his finger into such a forbidden, dirty place.

  “You’re so delightfully submissive, aren’t you, sweetness?” Gabriel chuckled as he began to work his finger back and forth in Vivian’s backside, watching the digit disappearing into the 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. Do you?”

  It was frightening how well he seemed to read her, to know the thoughts flying through her mind. His words just made her even more aroused, and her tiny asshole clung to his finger, spasming with the need heating her insides. “No,” she whispered.

  “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 faster, 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 becoming more excited, 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 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 to have it abruptly snatched away.

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

  Instead, Gabriel turned her on his lap so she fell onto her knees in front of him. “Not yet, Sunrise. First you must show me how sorry you are for your transgressions . . . 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 desire for him 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.

  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 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 fit perfectly into her life.

  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 woman’s, seeking to milk him of his seed. The light in her eyes said she was becoming aware of how she affected him, of the power 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 Gabriel. Seeing her slowly awaken sexually and bloom was the most arousing thing imaginable.

  He reached down to caress and squeeze her breasts. Vivian hummed around his cock as he pinched her nipples, creating an intense vibration that traveled all the way along his length and up his spine. For Vivian’s part, having him touch her as she performed this lewd act on him only increased her frantic need, and her body undulated 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 spurted hot liquid down her throat. She swallowed, tasting the same bitter sweetness as she had the night before, and found 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, Sunrise. Spread your legs over my lap.”

  She shivered at the order, 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 he was ordering her to display 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. Her legs straddled his thighs and her cheeks heated as she tentatively placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to avoid his gaze because their closeness felt almost painfully intimate. His breath was warm on her cheek, and her lashes fluttered as she peeked through them, her breath catching in her throat when he speared her with his intense gaze. 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 forward, eliciting a gasp from her slightly swollen and used lips.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked, squeezing and kneading her flesh, making her squirm. The musky, sweet scent of her arousal grew 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?”

  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 you’re spanked, don’t you? Do you like it when I squeeze your sweet little cheeks?”

  She whimpered and then closed her eyes. How could he say such crude things? And why did she love it so much when he did?

  “Yes,” she whispered, 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.