Marital Training

Marital Training

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Vivian Stafford, daughter of a poor Baron, has spent the last couple of years at Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School. On the day of her 18th birthday, she informed that the Earl of Cranborne has paid for her schooling as part of the marriage agreement between him and her father and she's now to enter a new phase of her training - getting her ready for the Earl's particular tastes in the bedroom. Unbeknownst to her, the Earl chose her for his bride years before when he saw her and saw her untapped passion and submissive nature. Now, under the skillful guidance of her companion Mrs. Banks, Vivian begins to discover the side of herself that only the Earl had glimpsed. She wants nothing more than to please and to ensure the continued well-being of her family, but what will happen when she and the Earl finally meet again?

Summary

Vivian Stafford, daughter of a poor Baron, has spent the last couple of years at Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School. On the day of her 18th birthday, she informed that the Earl of Cranborne has paid for her schooling as part of the marriage agreement between him and her father and she's now to enter a new phase of her training - getting her ready for the Earl's particular tastes in the bedroom. Unbeknownst to her, the Earl chose her for his bride years before when he saw her and saw her untapped passion and submissive nature. Now, under the skillful guidance of her companion Mrs. Banks, Vivian begins to discover the side of herself that only the Earl had glimpsed. She wants nothing more than to please and to ensure the continued well-being of her family, but what will happen when she and the Earl finally meet again?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Marital Training

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Vivian Stafford, daughter of a poor Baron, has spent the last couple of years at Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School. On the day of her 18th birthday, she informed that the Earl of Cranborne has paid for her schooling as part of the marriage agreement between him and her father and she's now to enter a new phase of her training - getting her ready for the Earl's particular tastes in the bedroom. Unbeknownst to her, the Earl chose her for his bride years before when he saw her and saw her untapped passion and submissive nature. Now, under the skillful guidance of her companion Mrs. Banks, Vivian begins to discover the side of herself that only the Earl had glimpsed. She wants nothing more than to please and to ensure the continued well-being of her family, but what will happen when she and the Earl finally meet again?

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any actual person is entirely coincidental.  The author does not condone any of the actions taken by the characters depicted in this story, it is a figment of the imagination and should only be enjoyed as a work of fiction.  Many adults indulge in non-consent / rape-play as part of their fantasies, that should only be done with the explicit consent of your partners, this author does not condone indulging in a fantasy without that consent. This is an erotic story and is intended to be read by adults only.

 

Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School was located about two miles outside of London.  It took up about three square acres of land and included a pond, a riding course, a large garden and hedge maze, and a hunting lodge. On the rare times that men stayed overnight at Mrs. Cunningham's finishing school they were required to stay in the hunting lodge, so as to ensure the reputation of the school and its pupils. 

Most of the students were between the ages of fourteen and twenty. They were all gentlewomen destined for great marriages. 

The majority of the girls at Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School were the daughters, nieces and granddaughters of Viscounts and Barons who were looking to marry above their current station and so needed the proper training if they were to marry an Earl, a Marquess or (as one notable graduate did) a Duke. The funds from providing the proper training for these young women to enter into advantageous marriages netted a tidy sum of profit, however not as much as the much smaller minority that sponsored students did.

Of course, the general public knew nothing about the special arrangements for sponsored students. There was not even a hint of gossip among the ton that the advantageous marriages the occasional sponsored students made were anything but respectable marriages of financially disadvantaged but beautiful and accomplished young women to particularly wealthy noblemen.  Sponsorship was always done anonymously and was assumed to be at the behest of a wealthy but distant relative. There were rarely more than one or two sponsored students a year, so they attracted very little attention.

Not a single person ever suspected that the funds for the sponsored students came from the pockets of their future husbands and that a large amount of the profits made from Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School came from those few students. 

Miss Vivian Stafford, daughter of the impoverished Baron Charles Stafford, was one such student and she had just reached her eighteenth birthday which would begin the more specialized portion of her training for marriage.

A student of Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School since she was sixteen, Miss Stafford was a model student in every way. Possessed of an innate sense of grace, Vivian fairly floated whether she was walking or dancing, she could hold a steady curtsy for hours, her skill at pouring a cup of tea was the envy of all the other students, and she was a rather dashing rider on a horse.  She excelled at the pianoforte, archery, pall mall, embroidery, water colors and was the most sought-after partner for any game of charades.  The only things she seemed to struggle with were French and math. She couldn't conjugate a verb to save her life and her companion, Mrs. Honoria Banks, quietly suggested that she only use phrases she was secure with and never attempt to carry on a full conversation in the language.  Math mattered even less, as long as she had a husband who would ensure that she was not cheated at the dress maker's or milliner's. 

Just before her eighteenth birthday Miss Stafford had attended a tea party, one of the events that Mrs. Cunningham provided for her students to make their first appearance before the matrons of society to practice their polite conversation and attempt to make a good impression on those women among the ton who could - and would - make or break their futures.  Although her flaming red hair and green eyes were not at all fashionable, Vivian Stafford was wonderfully charming, impressively elegant and modestly demure, emerging from the pack of students as the veritable queen of future daughter-in-laws.  And of course, red hair and green eyes could quite be forgiven when presented with porcelain skin and a trim figure, the rosy blush in her cheeks proclaiming her to be a most modest and sweet young woman.  The matrons were charmed and immediately applied to Mrs. Cunningham to discover when she would be making her debut, already plotting to nag their erstwhile sons into making her acquaintance. 

With a small smile, Mrs. Cunningham managed to neatly side step their questions, knowing that Miss Vivian Stafford was already spoken for. But there was no need to fluster either Miss Stafford or the matrons with that information at that time. And so Vivian had gone back to the school, flush with triumph and dreaming of the dashing young men who would, hopefully, be one day falling all over themselves to court her. If it wasn't for her natural modesty and generous spirit, the other students probably would have quite hated her, but she had done her best to help each of them show themselves to advantage and so all six of the girls who had attended the tea were aflutter with excitement over their eventual debuts. 

After all, such a momentous event must be coming up swiftly!

On the day of her eighteenth birthday, Vivian was called to Mrs. Cunningham's office. She went immediately, accompanied by her companion.  Mrs. Banks was a rather handsome widow in her early thirties, she attended Vivian at all times in order to provide advice and correction as needed - although Vivian only occasionally required the former and rarely the latter.  However a companion was with Vivian at all times. Men, especially rakes, had at times been known to sneak onto the property on a lark and Mrs. Cunningham was not about to have any young woman under her care to have even the slightest hint of impropriety attached to her, therefore all of the older girls whom were allowed to roam around the grounds always did so under the watchful eye of a companion. 

In Vivian's case it was especially necessary as her companion was about to become her most trusted confidant as well as her tutor. 

Vivian sat down gracefully in the chair in front of Mrs. Cunningham's desk, aware of Mrs. Banks' presence behind her, but not looking at all flustered. However, behind her demure social mask her insides were fluttering rather wildly.  She had been sixteen when she had been delivered to Mrs. Cunningham's school and Vivian was well aware of the difference it had made in her life already.  When she had arrived she had been wearing a gown that was too small and made out of unfashionable fabric, with only a few small possessions in it. Her father had kissed her forehead and told her to be a model student and to make him proud, which she'd endeavored to do so. Now she was a master at projecting the image of a confident young lady who would make the perfect society wife.

She had no idea that the plans that she'd laid out for her life were completely different from those that others had laid out for her.

"Vivian, dear," said Mrs. Cunningham with a maternal smile that looked odd on her stony face.  She'd been running the school for over twenty years now, her own way to keep her family from falling to debtor's prison after her husband had made a hash of his own accounts.  Going into business was not an option for most respectable ladies of the ton, but Mrs. Cunningham had enough connections despite the scandal when her husband (the third son of a Viscount) had killed himself that no one looked askance at her for doing what needed to be done.  Of course, they didn't know about the arrangements for the sponsored students at the school, but that was neither here or there. Suffice to say the years had not been kind to Mrs. Cunningham and it was reflected in the harsh lines of her face and body, despite her fashionable dress. "I wanted to personally wish you happy today."

"Why thank you, Mrs. Cunningham, I appreciate it," Vivian replied with one of her brightest smiles. As Mrs. Cunningham was the power in the school, Vivian always made it a point to stay on her good side.  There would be no ill reports sent home to her father from the headmistress of the school. 

"I also wanted to have a little talk with you. Now that you're eighteen we're going to be moving you into a new area of study that we call Marriage Training."

Vivian blinked owlishly, surprised out of her usual social mask. "Marriage Training? But I've never heard of it. I thought I would be debuting with the other girls."

"Most girls do follow that program," said Mrs. Cunningham smoothly. "But you are one of our special students. When your father brought you to us he did not have the funds to pay for your schooling, however we could see the potential in you and we arranged for a sponsor."

"Oh," said Vivian as her world realigned itself slightly. Although she'd known that her family wasn't as well to do as most of the girls in the school, she hadn't realized that her circumstances were so dire that her father wouldn't be able to pay for her education at all. 

Mrs. Cunningham continued, not giving Vivian the chance to ask any questions. Throughout the years she'd honed her little speech to perfection, giving it just the right amount of weight to lean on the young ladies without crushing them. There could be no question that they must comply with their new training program and they needed to understand that, given the circumstances, it was the best path for both them and their families. "Your father's situation is such that he would not have been able to afford a true debut for you.  Your marriage would have been arranged to someone with the wealth to settle your family's debts. As a sponsored student, your marriage has still been arranged, in this case to your sponsor, the Earl of Cranborne.  He agreed to pay for your schooling and the marriage settlement arranged with your father is very generous. As long as you are a good wife then there is no need for you to ever concern yourself over your family's circumstances, to that end you will be trained to be exactly the kind of wife the Earl requires.  As a sponsor he has certain skills that he would like us to train you in before your marriage."

There was a long pause as Mrs. Cunningham gave Vivian a moment to assimilate this information. She obviously needed it; her heart-shaped face had paled to a chalky white as Mrs. Cunningham had explained.  While Vivian had expected that she would need to make a good marriage in order to ensure her family's future, after all she had been intelligent enough to understand that her family's pockets had been thinning by the time she'd left for the finishing school, she hadn't realized that the arrangements had already been made. Nor that she owed the past two years of her life, not to mention the well-being of her family, to her future husband. 

On one hand her marriage was going to be quite a coup, the daughter of a country Baron to an (apparently) exceedingly wealthy Earl. She wasn't just moving up, she was making quite a leap in title and fortune.  There had always been the chance that she might have to step down in terms of social status in order to bring money into the family, although she'd raised her hopes that being a premier graduate of the finishing school might allow her to marry within the ton, she hadn't expected to reach as high an Earl.  Yet the idea that there was further training to be done, that her husband had expectations beyond the skills she'd already perfected, made her feel rather anxious.  She knew, of course, that husbands and wives did... things... in the bedroom that would lead to childbirth, but like any well-bred young lady she had no experience and, indeed, no knowledge of what such things might entail. Kissing was the only thing she was quite sure men wanted to do with women, but as she had never been kissed the many unknowns surrounding this new information made her feel a little frightened, not to mention ill-prepared.

"The Earl has dealt very generously with your family, I'm sure that you'll prove eager to show your appreciation for his generosity by attending to your new studies."

"Yes of course," said Vivian, her mind a wash of confusion and new pressures.  All this time she thought that she had been diligently applying herself in order to please her father, who had told her to be a good student, instead it turned out that she had been doing so to please a husband that she had never met or even seen.  Now she would be embarking on a new course of study, one of which had been specifically requested by her new husband - again, sight unseen!  Perhaps she should have felt affronted, but mostly poor Vivian felt quite bewildered.

Her entire world had been flipped on its head.  As a woman of her class she'd known that there had been little chance of a marriage for love, although she and some of the other girls at the school had read some of Mrs. Radcliffe's Gothic romances, she hadn't dreamed of finding a hero or romance for herself. Perhaps she'd had some yearnings in that direction, but she'd known, deep down, that she would marry to suit her family. But she had at least expected to meet the man before her hand was engaged.  Yet, under the circumstances, she felt as though she should feel grateful to this Earl, despite the strangeness of their apparent betrothal. 

"You have today to do as you please, in celebration of your birthday.  Tomorrow our doctor will examine you and then your studies will begin. Once you near the end of your training the banns will be read and you will be wed upon completion of your training."  Mrs. Cunningham smiled sympathetically, seeing that Vivian felt quite overwhelmed by all the information that she'd just assimilated, as was often the case when the sponsored students were confronted with the truth of their straightened circumstances and the prospect of their future. "I suggest that you do not mention your new course of training to the other girls. None of them are sponsored students and they might not understand."

By which, of course, she meant that finances - especially straightened finances - were often looked down upon in their society. Most families did not want to tie themselves to one whose finances were going under.  Vivian's presence at the expensive school masked that, but if she let it be known how her school was paid for it would reflect on her. Not quite a scandal, but certainly a bit of salacious gossip that could do her damage when she was released into the wider circles of society, especially once she managed the social coup of marrying an Earl. Vivian understood immediately. 

"May I ask a question?"

"Of course dear," said Mrs. Cunningham.  About half of the young ladies wanted to ask a question at this point, some were too flummoxed by their situations to gather their wits together of course. It didn't surprise her at all that Vivian belonged to the former group. 

"The Earl... what's he like?" That was the question foremost in Vivian's mind. It was easy for her to accept that her family's future and fortunes rested upon her shoulders, she'd had that inkling from the start and Mrs. Cunningham's explanations had solidified it into certainty.  Less easy to swallow was the embarrassing fact that her schooling had been arranged by her future husband, as well as her consternation over being informed that she was betrothed to a man she'd never even heard of, much less met.  Other than her family, she had had very little interaction with gentlemen, and even less since her arrival the school.  Assuredly she'd met some of the other girl's brothers and fathers when they'd visited, but those conversations had never gone beyond mere social pleasantries.  There was no picture in her mind for what the Earl might look like, be like, and that void made her feel extremely unsettled. It showed in her anxious eyes, the slight trembling of her hands; her social mask had been cracked and she was trying desperately to piece it back together by giving herself some kind of vision for where her life was now taking her. 

"He'll make you a good husband," said Mrs. Cunningham, being as comforting as she could considering that she didn't truly have a maternal or even sympathetic bone in her body.  Her own life's trials had made her a rather hard woman. "Rather young for his position, his father died two years ago. He's 33 years old, wealthy obviously, and ready to settle down with a wife."

"What does he look like? Is he attractive?"

"Pish, what kind of questions are those?" asked Mrs. Cunningham with a disapproving frown that made Vivian wilt a bit. Behind her Mrs. Banks shifted sympathetically. "The important thing is to know that he's taken care of both you and your family. Every woman has different qualities that she finds attractive, I have no idea whether or not you'll find him so.  Be grateful for what he's given you."  The sudden shift into scolding had Vivian quite off balance, as it was meant to.  Mrs. Cunningham had every intention of making it quite clear how much Vivian owed the Earl, therefore instilling in her the motivation to be pleasing to him.  Not that it would need much, in Miss Stafford's case, she was already one of the most eager-to-please young misses the school had ever had.  Still, it was best that Vivian not dwell too much on her own wishes, but on learning to fulfill her husband's. Deciding it was time to end the interview, Mrs. Cunningham picked up an envelope on her desk with Vivian's name on it. "This is a letter from your father, to be given to you today.  Mrs. Banks will accompany you if you wish to go around the grounds. Enjoy your afternoon Miss Stafford."

The dismissal was apparent. Biting back any further inquiries, Vivian took the envelope with her father's letter and made a small curtsy before leaving the room, moving as though she was in a daze.  A light touch on her arm called her attention to her companion. 

"Are you alright dear?" asked Mrs. Banks, her gentle blue eyes looking rather concerned. Although she was much younger and much more attractive than Mrs. Cunningham, Mrs. Banks had a very maternal air about her.  She was the kind of woman a young lady felt she could depend on, confide in, which was why she was always the companion to any sponsored student.  It was often quite easy for her to establish a rapport with her students, by the time they commenced their special training they trusted her instinctively, which was necessary as she would be their primary instructor in their new skills. 

"Yes... I'm just... I'm a trifle overwhelmed," said Vivian, managing to summon a weak smile as the two women moved through the hall of the school, which was really more of a large manor house. They passed the parlor where young ladies were practicing their skills at tea and embroidery, the music room where the tinkling sounds of a student practicing her scales could be heard. Quite without realizing it, Vivian realized that she was indeed heading for the grounds. She needed to go outside and walk for a bit, read her father's letter and take the opportunity to think.

Ensconced beneath a tree, Mrs. Banks sitting fanning herself on a bench a few years away, Vivian read through her father's letter. It contained a birthday greeting, his obvious joy at hearing of her excellence in her studies, and also an apology for not telling her sooner about her betrothal to Lord Cranborne, but that had been part of the agreement he'd struck with the Earl.  Lord Cranborne... Vivian felt quite sure that she had attended a wedding of one of his relations with her parents when she was fifteen, only months before her father had brought her to the school, but she felt quite sure that she hadn't actually met the man. Still, the timing of the wedding and her sudden enrollment at Mrs. Cunningham's seemed quite indicative.  Had he seen her at that wedding and made his decision?  Or had the timing been coincidental and the arrangements for the payment of her schooling come after she'd been enrolled? 

Neither Mrs. Cunningham's conversation nor her father's led had given a hint to any answers to her questions. 

Staring at a buttercup that she'd picked from beside her, twisting it back and forth in her fingers, Vivian decided that she hoped it was the former. After all, it was somewhat romantic that he'd seen her, wanted her, and then financed her education so that she would be an appropriate wife for him, wasn't it? And he'd saved her family from what seemed like certain financial ruin.  Although her father had glossed over it in his letter, Vivian could read between the lines, especially when it came to his recounting of her younger brother's recent enrollment to Eton. 

She knew that she should feel grateful, but instead she felt more anxious than ever.  While she had been a little frightened of her debut and the pressure to marry well, and she should probably be relieved that those burdens had been taken from her, now she felt anxious about what her husband-to-be might expect and whether or not she could please him.  It had been made clear to her by her father's letter, Mrs. Cunningham and her own sense of duty and indebtedness, that she needed to please her husband.

Of course, it seemed that Mrs. Cunningham thought she could mold Vivian into exactly the kind of wife that would please Lord Howard best.  Vivian had excelled at her studies ever since arriving to the school, to live up to her father's expectations. Now she vowed that she would continue to do so with this new course of study. 

*******

Lord Gabriel Cecil, the Earl of Cranborne and son of the Marquess of Salisbury, came to Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School early in the morning the day after Vivian's birthday. His dark, wavy hair, just a bit longer than the fashion, fluttered gently in the breeze as he rode up on his horse, Lucifer.  The Earl was an extremely attractive man, just turned thirty, and he had been waiting for this day for over two years, ever since he'd seen Vivian Stafford at a wedding and decided almost on the spot that he wanted her.

Not just because she had been beautiful, although she was, or for her innocence, which was both refreshing and seductive to him, but for the creature that he sensed underneath.  Although she'd been a very demure and obedient young lady, he was well acquainted with enough women to see her latent sensuality, the passionate woman that she would eventually grow into. 

Ever since seeing Vivian at that picnic he'd fantasized about her, discovering her family's financial situation had immediately brought to mind Mrs. Cunningham's Finishing School.Now, after two years, he was at the school to discuss the final portion of Vivian's training to be his wife, and the portion of her studies that he was most interested in.  His step-mother had met Miss Stafford at a tea earlier this week and had told him that the young lady was not only beautiful, but well-mannered, demure, and would make any man a fine wife. 

The past two years had crawled by as Gabriel had looked forward more and more to Miss Stafford’s birthday and the commencement of her new training.  Brokering the negotiations with the Baron had been the easy part; waiting was much more difficult. The day was finally here, not quite the day he was most looking forward to which was when he would be able to take his bride home with him, but today was another sort of special day.  Today he would talk to Mrs. Cunningham about the training he wished his future wife to receive and he was also going to finally be able to see Vivian for the first time since that fateful day at the wedding. Not only that, but he was going to be able to watch her examination by the school's doctor, a procedure which he was quite looking forward to in some respects and dreading in others. He wasn't particularly enthused of having another man seeing, touching and examining his wife-to-be, but he understood the necessity of the invasive examination to her training and he was certainly looking forward to seeing how she responded to it. 

Handing Lucifer over to one of the grooms he was escorted up to the school and to Mrs. Cunningham's office by one of the footmen. She was already seated behind her desk and she immediately popped up and curtsied as he entered the room. A gentleman in his late thirties was also present, he stood up and bowed, obviously already informed of the Earl's identity.

"Mrs. Cunningham," Gabriel said, taking her hand and bowing over it quite elegantly. "How lovely to see you again."

Although she had told Miss Stafford that she didn't know whether or not she would find her future husband attractive, Mrs. Cunningham privately thought that if she didn't then there was something wrong with her. The darkly handsome earl with his brooding, pewter-grey eyes and waving black hair looked especially splendid attired in his riding outfit.  Gleaming black Hessians on his feet set off muscular legs which were hugged by soft, calf-skin breeches.  The hunter green of his coat brought out tiny specks of the same color in his eyes, and despite his ride his cravat was flawlessly white and tied with a deceptively simple looking knot. All in all, he was the kind of young man to make young ladies swoon and Mrs. Cunningham considered him the perfect match for Vivian. Never had she seen such a well-matched couple; they would glitter in Society and, despite the fact that many young ladies and their mamas would be jealous of Vivian's coup in marrying him, no one would question why they had married.

"My Lord," she said. "Thank you so much for coming this morning.  This is Dr. John Monroe.  Dr. Monroe, Lord Cranborne." The gentlemen shook hands and sat down across from Mrs. Cunningham.  "Miss Stafford’s examination with Dr. Monroe is schedule for an hour from now, I thought it would be best if we met beforehand and discussed how thorough an examination you would like her to have.  Dr. Monroe can describe the possibilities for you."

Leaning forward, Dr. Monroe gave the Earl one of his most easy going smiles. He'd been doing this for years and he realized that for some men it could be quite aggravating to have their future wives handled, even by a professional, and had found that examinations went much more smoothly if the gentlemen in question could be part of the decision on exactly how they would be handled.  A handsome gentleman in his mid-thirties, Dr. Monroe had dark blonde hair and very pale blue eyes that some of the young ladies described as "icy."  Although he wasn't quite as tall as the Earl, who was several inches over six feet, Dr. Monroe was tall enough to loom over the young ladies in a most effective manner and his broad shoulders and muscular body made those young ladies who weren't completely intimidated by him titter and fake illnesses to see him.  Of course, finding that he had no patience for young ladies who did the latter quickly reformed any maladies. 

"As I'm sure Mrs. Cunningham has explained to you, there will be a peephole so that you may watch the procedure and ensure that the examination is handled to your satisfaction," he said matter-of-factly.  The Earl nodded, appreciating the doctor's professional manner and sensitivity to the situation; after all, he hadn't been thrilled to know that another man would be touching Vivian and seeing that the man in question was a rather attractive man did nothing to ease that anxiety.  "The examination will be completed by me and Miss Stafford’s companion, Mrs. Banks.  We usually begin by stripping the young ladies down, which is more of a test of obedience than of her health, but it will also give you the opportunity to examine her for any flaws or changes you might wish to make.  We'll have questions for you afterwards, including whether or not you'd like to have her body hair removed, so this will give you the opportunity to make an informed decision.  After that I usually test muscles and body responsiveness with a massage, which can or cannot include her breasts and nipples dependent on your preferences.  Her temperature will be taken with a rectal thermometer, which should give us an idea of the elasticity of her anus, and we can test that further for you if you'd like.  I will perform the usual check for her maidenhead and then, if you'd like, we can check her responsiveness to digital manipulation.  Some gentlemen request both manual and oral, either I or Mrs. Banks can perform the tests if you decide you'd like them included.  That's usually the conclusion to the examination unless you'd like an enema or douche to be performed as well."

Gabriel leaned back in his chair, not exactly slouching, but the way a predator might recline while considering its prey. He fully appreciated the options laid out by the school, especially as these were all things he would have liked to do to Vivian himself, but he could see where it would be less frightening for her to have her companion and a physician perform the examination.  At least he would get to watch.

 

"I would certainly like her bottom tested," he said without even the hint of a blush. "I plan on using it often once we're married and I'd like her to be ready and, if not happy, at least accepting that she will be used thus.  Although I would not want her stretched very far during her training."

"Understood, my Lord," said Mrs. Cunningham smoothly. "Most gentlemen prefer to have their young ladies prepared for such activities without over acclimating them to the activity itself."

"Exactly so," said Gabriel, pleased that they understood each other so well. Truly he had chosen well when he'd decided to send his future bride to Mrs. Cunningham's! "I would certainly like her responsiveness tested with the massage, including her breasts and nipples.  If Mrs. Banks could test her responsiveness to digital and oral pleasure, I would appreciate that."

Dr. Monroe nodded, not looking at all disappointed which Gabriel found vastly reassuring.  It seemed that the good doctor was not particularly interested in Miss Stafford as a person, although Gabriel was sure that the man would thoroughly enjoy the examination. What man wouldn't? "Would you like us to test her nipples for pain as well? I know you haven't gone over the specifics of training with Mrs. Cunningham and whether or not you'll be including clamps as part of hers, but if you are then we can include it as part of the examination. 

The idea appealed and after mulling it over for a moment Gabriel approved. 

"I think the douche and enema as well," he said. "I would like to see how she reacts to them before deciding how I would like them included in her training."

"Very good, my Lord," said Dr. Monroe approvingly.  "If I may be so frank, I think it's best to see how she'll react to each situation before dictating training. Not all gentlemen are as thorough and it can cause setbacks." 

For a moment Gabriel wondered if he should be offended - after all, what care does an earl have for a doctor's opinion - but he decided to take the compliment the way it was intended. After all, Dr. Monroe must have seen quite a few young ladies progress throughout their training, from examination to graduation, and he would be quite knowledgeable about which procedures produced the best results. 

"Thank you," he said. "I suppose we'll meet after the examination as well?"

"Yes, both Dr. Monroe and Mrs. Banks will join us for the discussion," said Mrs. Cunningham. "I've found that it's best to include all parties, excepting the student of course, in order to ensure that your directions will be completely understood."

"Very good," said the Earl, feeling quite pleased. It was obvious that the success of their operation was well-tested. 

"If you'll excuse me," said Dr. Monroe, standing. "I should go prepare for the examination."

The gentlemen shook hands before Gabriel returned to his seat as Dr. Monroe left the room.  He and Mrs. Cunningham spent the next half hour wrangling out the remaining financial matters, although he was severely distracted by the anticipation of Miss Stafford’s upcoming physical exam.  Of course, considering that he was bargaining, that might have been Mrs. Cunningham's aim all along. As he'd noted, she had quite a bit of experience in these matters.


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