“Hold still, Vivian! That’s five more added to your tally for this evening,” Mrs. Banks said fiercely as she renewed her firm grip on the younger woman. “You must learn not to fight every new experience. Do you think his lordship will be pleased with a wife who is constantly questioning him? Don’t you already think you’ve added enough punishment to your evening?”
A small, frightened whimper fell from Vivian’s lips. This was not the comforting routine she was used to and the deviation flustered her, along with her anger over the unfairness of it all. Yet now she wished she’d just kept quiet. She’d known, even as she’d provoked Mrs. Banks, that it couldn’t lead to anything good.
She felt so dreadfully confused and helpless, even more so than she had before. Why, with her hands tied behind her back Mrs. Banks could literally do anything she pleased and Vivian would have...
She had not fully appreciated how much more secure she had felt when her arms had been free. Now that they were bound behind her back, she realized how comforting it had been to have them swinging down before her. There was a terrible finality to having her hands actually restrained.
“Now then,” Mrs. Banks said as she felt Vivian tremble but not resist. “Some men enjoy seeing a woman helpless to their eyes, their hands.” As if to demonstrate, she began stroking Vivian’s back with one hand, the other caressing Vivian’s buttocks and thighs. The gentle touch sent a spark of kindling awareness through Vivian’s young body, and her thighs automatically parted as if inviting further stroking to her feminine folds. She had already learned the delights that area had to offer, and her body instinctively bared it.
“Some women enjoy being so vulnerable, knowing their husband can touch them anywhere he wants, do whatever he wants to her, and she will be helpless to stop him.”
Mrs. Banks’s words were exciting Vivian in the same way her hands were. In her mind’s eye she could see herself bound with her wrists behind her back as a faceless man wreathed in shadows stared at her. Would he touch her like Mrs. Banks was? Explore the expanse of her milky skin with his fingertips? Put her over his lap and delve into her intimate secrets, or even spank her for no other reason than she could not resist him?
Part of her mind was frightened by such an idea, but the rest of her was falling under the almost hypnotic spell Mrs. Banks was forming with her words.
“Such vulnerability requires a great deal of trust. It shows how much a wife trusts her husband to take care of her, to have complete control over her body, her pain, and her pleasure. It can be both frightening and exciting for her, the combination of which can lead to incredible ecstasy.”
The companion’s carefully modulated tones were seductive, hinting at secret pleasures, planting seeds of dark desires that would take root in Vivian’s impressionable mind and grow, carefully nurtured by herself and by Vivian’s very nature. Her fingers slid through the coppery curls lining the outer lips of Vivian’s sopping wet crevice, and Mrs. Banks was gratified to find her young charge so obviously aroused. Shocked at her own desire to have Mrs. Banks pleasure her, Vivian let out a small moan.
“Do not forget, Miss Stafford, if you find that this training is no longer of interest to you, all you have to do is say the word and it will end.”
With that said, Mrs. Banks grasped the silk cord around Vivian’s wrists with one hand, keeping Vivian’s hands well above her buttocks to ensure Vivian would not be able to try and block the oncoming spanking.
“Oh!” Vivian had expected the slap, of course, but the sound she made was as much a kind of relief as it was in reaction to the sting. In one short week her body had been trained to accept a hearty punishment to her poor bottom, and now it reacted with surging excitement.
For her, a spanking heralded pleasure, and the tingling between her legs intensified as Mrs. Banks began to pepper her bottom with hard slaps. It didn’t matter that she was bound now—this was what her body was used to. In fact, she was finding it a bit thrilling to try and move her hands and not be able to. The reaction was inexplicable but undeniable.