Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (20 page)

Catherine nodded knowing that Patrick had no desire for some insipid wife.  He was far too intelligent and passionate to desire that.  “I don’t think she will, sir.  She is a good girl but full of spirit and passion as well.  If she was going to break, she would have done so at that awful school.  She is such an innocent and extremely modest.  It is adorable how she blushes every time she is undressed or touched.  Poor thing was beet red the entire time I was bathing her.  I know she is extremely confused about what her body is feeling.  She will probably never admit that she gets aroused when she is being punished or made to do childish or embarrassing things, but we both know how wet she becomes.  Even after that roasting you just gave her, she was thoroughly soaking.  It was beautiful watching you stroke her before you spanked her.” 

Patrick grinned and nodded.  “I thought I was going to come in my pants.  God, she was trembling so hard.  I love keeping her on the edge and don’t plan on allowing her much pleasure.  Definitely none unless she is being held as you were just restraining her or, of course, in our bed.  However, keeping her so close to her culmination will just add to her torment.” 

Catherine agreed, remembering how Rebecca responded with just the lightest touch on her privates. 

Patrick continued, “I have to leave in a few days. God, I hate having to leave her so soon but it can’t be helped.  We will go over her schedule tomorrow but I have complete faith that you will be able to take care of our little one.” 

Catherine stood, knowing she was being dismissed.  “Excellent sir.  I agree with everything you’ve said.  Your little one will find herself aching terribly by the time you return.  I’m pretty sure I can guarantee her bottom will be throbbing probably just as much as that beautiful sweet kitty.  We’ll have plenty of time to make further plans before you leave.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll retire.”

“Good night Catherine and thank you again for taking the position.  I’m sure Becca will grow to love you.” 

Catherine smiled, “I’m sure she will sir though it might take her a long time to admit it.  Her little bottom will hate me for many different reasons as she learns her lessons.  However, I will make sure she receives a bit of comfort along the way but not enough to spoil your little one.” 

He laughed and settled down to finish his brandy as Catherine went to her room.  He finished the last swallow and stood.  After making sure the house was secure, he went upstairs.  He stepped into the nursery and smiled as he placed the discarded doll next to her new bunny.  He was so glad he had finally found the perfect woman to occupy the crib.  He looked at the small stool in the corner and imagined his wife sitting with her nose in the corner, her red bottom bright against the white of the stool.  By the time he quietly opened his bedroom door his cock was once again straining against the constraints of his pants.  He shut the door and quickly stripped.  He stood over the bed and looked down at his wife.  She was sound asleep, her arms over her head, her wrists limp inside the soft restraints.  Her legs were spread slightly, her poor bruised bottom evidence of the hard day she had endured.  He climbed up onto the bed and straddled her body.  Rebecca didn’t stir until he had her hips lifted, his cock poised at her entrance.  As he began to tease her, she woke and began to struggle.  “Shhh, Becca, be still.” 

She froze and then whimpered as she realized what he intended. 

“That’s my good girl.  Get up on your knees, Becca.” 

She blushed and with his help struggled into the requested position.  She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his huge hands gripping her thighs, spreading her as wide apart as he could. 

“Lift your bottom sweetie.  You know that Papa is going to fuck you.  Show Papa your kitty, push it up for me.”  He adored the sound of the whimper barely audible in the room.  He watched as she arched her back and lifted her bottom towards him.  He saw the glistening of her pussy and without any further words, gripped her hips tighter and drove into her in one huge thrust. 

Rebecca arched and screamed as he filled her, his girth stretching her as he relentlessly filled her, causing her to attempt to move away from his possession.  Her restrained hands clawed at the mattress. 

He easily pulled her back towards him with one hand while he kept the other on her hip.  “Stay!” he ordered as he pushed her shoulders down to press against the mattress causing her bottom to lift to him. 

Rebecca whimpered as she struggled to obey her husband.   She laid her cheek down on the mattress as he pushed her legs even further apart and continued to thrust into her with long strokes. 

“Oh Becca, I do love fucking you.  I love looking at your roasted little bottom while my cock is buried deep inside you.  Your kitty is so nice and tight, so marvelously wet.  You like it when Papa fucks you don’t you, Becca?  You like it when you are stretched so widely around your Papa’s cock?” 

She whimpered and sobbed but even though she hated it, her bottom lifted higher, her legs spread a little wider as her body betrayed her mind.  Patrick grabbed both hips and drove into her again and again, his cock buried to the hilt as he fucked her as hard as he could.  She felt a tightening in her body, an infinite pause of intense expectation.  She screamed as her body exploded seconds before he roared with his own completion.  She convulsed around him again and again, the ache she had been feeling all day finally satisfied. 

Patrick bent over her and gently kissed her neck.  She breathed hard under his weight, the scratch of his hair abrading the tender punished skin of her bottom.  She whimpered, exhaustion flowing through her but the awful tension having disappeared. 

“That’s right, little one.  You don’t want to admit it but your body loves it.  The harder the better.” 

She sobbed, shame engulfing her.  

Patrick began to move inside her again, his cock already half hard.  She moaned but when he ordered her to lift her bottom, she obediently did so.  He slowly began to move inside her and pushed her gown up until the fabric was above her shoulders.  He reached beneath her and cupped her breasts. 

Rebecca’s wrists ached in their restraints but she didn’t ask for him to remove them.  He drug her up until she was on her knees again, her shoulders and head on the bed, her breasts hanging below her.  He squeezed them and began to pull and twist her nipples.  She moaned and squirmed beneath his administrations, her pussy tightening around his cock. 

“You like it when your Papa plays with your little nipples, your kitty is soaking wet and gushes even more when I pinch you like this.”  He proved his point by tightening his fingers around each of her nipples and pinching them hard.  Rebecca’s sex contracted around his cock and she screamed both in pain and pleasure. 

Patrick smiled as he pumped his hips, filling her, stretching her, fucking her until she came again screaming from the intensity of her full body contractions.  He continued to torture her nipples loving it as she tried to pull away from his punishing fingers, knowing she’d go nowhere.

“Ohhh, pl… please Pa… Papa, please…. it hur… hurts me.” 

Patrick just pinched her nipples flat and pulled her breasts away from her body until she bent forward no longer trying to escape.  “It will always hurt, Becca.  These titties belong to me Rebecca.  These sweet little nipples are going to be pinched and pulled and slapped and spanked any time I decide.  Your kitty is going to be fucked and licked.  It’s going to be spanked and switched, paddled and caned.”  He released one of her aching nipples and traced the cleft of her bottom until the pad of his finger rested against the puckered rosette. 

She froze, shocked at what he was doing. 

He drove into her kitty as far as he could and then bent down to whisper.  “And, this, sweetheart, this sweet little pucker is mine.  I will take you here as well.” 

She didn’t understand, couldn’t think straight as he returned to grasp her throbbing nipple again.  She only moaned and sobbed as he took possession of what was his.  By the time he poured himself into her, she was writhing beneath him, her breasts swollen and aching, her nipples extremely sore and sensitive from his continued pinching and pulling.  Though she had spent twice, the ache had returned in full force.  

He finally pulled out of her fully aware that she needed to spend again.  Her bottom continued to lift and wiggle as she unconsciously offered her sex to him.  He smiled but simply reached up and unbuckled her cuffs. 

She flushed hotly as he stripped the nightgown from her.  He chuckled and lay down beside her.  He pulled her back against him, her roasted bottom against his groin.  She stiffened and then relaxed as he wrapped her in his arms. Without realizing it, she put her hands on her breasts, cupping her aching nipples. 

Patrick was quick to pull them away.  “Naughty Becca.  You will never, ever touch yourself unless you are given permission.  Your body doesn’t belong to you, little girl.  Only your Papa and your Nanny will touch you.  We are the only ones who will bring you to your pleasure.  Now, do I need to put your restraints on, Becca, or do you think you can be a good girl and keep your hands off your titties and bottom?” 

She blushed as his coarse words filled her mind but was quick to answer.  “I’ll be a good girl Papa.  I… I won’t touch my… myself.  Please… please don’t restrain me.” 

Patrick kissed the back of her head and pulled her even tighter against his body.  “Good girl.  Good night, Becca.” 

Rebecca wiggled away just a bit as her bottom still burned from her spanking. 

Patrick pulled her hard against him, and she felt his cock nudge against the cleft of her bottom.  “I don’t care that your little bottom and titties hurt you, Becca. You will most likely spend most of your nights with a well spanked bottom, your nipples on fire, the ache between your legs unfulfilled.  Now, don’t be naughty Rebecca, stay still or I’ll put you in your crib.” 

Her heart hammered at his threat of a continually spanked bottom and her nipples seemed to burn even hotter.  She was so ashamed that he openly discussed what she so desperately craved.  She felt tears slide down her face.  However, that threat didn’t compete with the one of being left all alone in that horrible crib. Though she probably would never understand what this man was causing her to feel; she knew she was desperate for the simple comfort of his presence against her aching body.  

As if to prove her obedience, she pressed her aching bottom even harder against him, trying to ignore the flare of pain as well as the persistent tingling between her legs.  “Please, Papa.  I want to sleep in your bed.  I’ll be a good girl, Papa.” 

He loved hearing her words, hearing her call him Papa so easily.  He kissed her again and felt her relax against him.  He fell asleep though he kept her pressed against him and Rebecca found she felt safer and more relaxed than she had ever in her life.  She refused to think about what was happening, she’d think about it tomorrow.  She fell asleep with a red blush on her face to rival the red blush covering her bottom.

CHAPTER 10

The next month was spent in Becca’s continued training.  Patrick had postponed his trip having decided it just wasn’t the time to leave his little girl.  Becca settled into a schedule that had been agreed between Patrick and Catherine.  Every morning she was awakened by her husband.  He always took her at least once, often twice.  He always brought her to the edge again and again and never once allowed her to reach her end.  She would remain frustrated and sexually aching for the entire day.

Her nanny would take her hand once Patrick led her from his room.  She would be naked as Patrick never replaced any gown she had been allowed to wear. 

Rebecca was always blushing when her nanny led her into the bathroom to give her a bath, both in shame at her nakedness as well as knowing that her nanny was aware of what transpired in Patrick’s bed.  She couldn’t hide the bruises that were often on her breasts from his rough handling.  She couldn’t hide the stickiness that was always between her thighs when she was taken in hand by her nanny.  She often wondered if her nanny could hear her screams and begs for both mercy and permission to take her pleasure behind Patrick’s thick door.

If the nanny did, she valued discretion.  Catherine never made any comments. 

Before Becca was allowed to step into the tub, her nanny always checked her kitty for her cream though she told Becca she was checking to see if she needed to be shorn.  Rebecca wasn’t stupid but forced herself to keep her legs apart for her nanny’s inspections.

Catherine had grinned but said nothing the first time that Rebecca reached for the little duck and played with it while she soaked in the tub.  Rebecca had quickly learned that fussing was not the way to start her day because it always led to having an aching, hot bottom. 

Catherine would then straighten the room as Becca returned her toys to their proper place.  Becca was always dressed in clothing far beneath her age. 

Patrick and Catherine took turns preparing meals that Becca was only allowed to eat after she drank a full bottle of milk.  The first time she had suddenly balked at the hated taste of the milk and thrown the bottle, Patrick had grabbed her out of her chair, lifted her dress, skimmed down her bloomers and given her a very hard spanking with the large wooden spoon that was always present on the countertop.  Her feet and arms had kicked and flailed as he roasted her bottom.  By the time he sat her down on her feet, she was a mess. 

Catherine had taken her hand and led her to the corner.  A corner in every room had been designated as her naughty girl corner. 

Rebecca had sobbed as she was placed nose to wall, her skirts tucked under her hands, her bloomers at her ankles.  She had been forced to remain in the corner knowing the others were looking at her bottom while they finished their breakfast and Catherine cleaned the kitchen. 

Rebecca’s stomach growled which only caused her to sob harder knowing she would not be eating the pancakes that smelled so good.  When the kitchen was clean, Rebecca was called from her corner.  She hobbled to her Papa, her bloomers at her ankles, her dress well up and had made her penance.