Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (19 page)

“Open your legs for your Papa, Becca.  Take his finger into your kitty.  Show him how wet you are for him.” 

Patrick and Rebecca both groaned but she scooted her legs a little further apart.  Patrick pushed further into her and then began to tease her clit which was hugely erect.  She had been on the verge of exploding for hours and within seconds she was trembling and moaning, her legs beginning to shake.  He drug some of her cream up over her clit and continued to tease her until she was panting fast, her legs shaking so hard he was afraid she would collapse.  He looked up his wife’s small body and swallowed hard. While his attention had been locked onto the area between Rebecca’s thighs, Catherine had guided the girl’s arms behind her back. 

Catherine had pulled the gown up to above the girl’s breasts and had wrapped an arm around her to make sure she would remain totally exposed before her husband. 

Patrick took his free hand and immediately cupped his wife’s breast, his thumb roughly sliding over a very puckered nipple. 

Rebecca’s head was thrown back resting against her nanny’s shoulder and they all felt her body jerk at his touch. 

Patrick met Catherine’s eyes and they smiled at each other as he continued to indulge in his wife’s body.  He pushed two fingers up inside her and simultaneously pinched the nipple hard. 

Rebecca gave an even deeper moan and pushed her pelvis forward lost in the pain and pleasure of her husband’s fingers.  When Patrick felt that she was in danger of falling over the edge, he abruptly stopped and removed his hands.

Rebecca groaned in desperate need of something and then flushed all when she dared to look at him. 

He smiled up at her and then very slowly, bent forward and pressed a kiss on her mons. 

She jerked, never imagining anyone doing such a thing, her entire body flushing as she realized her nanny was able to see everything he did. 

He loved her shock as he took the fabric from Catherine’s hands and allowed it to drop to the floor.  “I’m sorry to hear that you were so naughty, Becca.  I don’t understand why you were fussing when your nanny was just doing her job.  I want you to go into the kitchen and bring me the big wooden spoon that Miss Eleanor brought for you this morning.” 

Rebecca’s eyes flew open at his words, her arousal gone.  A spoon?  What did he need a spoon for?

Patrick adored the look of confusion in her glazed eyes.  He reached out and gave the front of her thigh a gentle pat.  “Your nanny had to spank your thighs little one and your Papa is going to blister your bottom with your new spoon.  Now, hurry along and fetch it for me.” 

He was going to spank her with a spoon?  He had just been fondling her and now he was going to put her over his knees and spank her.  Rebecca whimpered and then squealed as she felt a hard pop connect with her bottom. 

“Obey your Papa, Rebecca.  Bring him your spanking spoon and then ask him to spank your naughty bottom.  I suggest you hurry up or I’ll give you a spanking myself when your Papa is done.”  Catherine watched as her words caused Rebecca to practically run to the kitchen.  She grinned over at Patrick. 

Patrick sat back, his breathing still accelerated with the treasure he had wed.  “Beautiful.  She is just so beautiful.”

“That she is sir. It is so wonderful seeing how responsive she is even though she fights it with every ounce of her strength.  Going to bed with a well spanked bottom will only make her more anxious for your comfort when you join her.” 

Patrick nodded and saw Becca returning.  She looked adorable in the sexy adult nightgown while bringing him the very large spoon that he would be using on her bottom.  She was finally in front of him and held the spoon out.  He didn’t simply take it.  He gave her a warning look and she blushed.

“Please, Papa… please spank me!”  She yelped as another swat landed on her bottom.

“Rebecca Louise McGavin.  Ask your Papa correctly.  You must want a very hot little bottom don’t you?”  Catherine said. 

Rebecca shuddered at the thought and shook her head, her mouth trembling.  “No… no ma’am Nanny.”

“Then do as you were told Missy.  Ask your Papa to spank your bottom with your spanking spoon.”  Catherine knew how difficult it was when little ones were made to request their own chastisement.  It was humiliating but also helped by making the miscreant feel that they deserved to have their bottoms spanked.  It also reinforced the fact that when they chose to be naughty, they needed to be very thoroughly punished.  Catherine’s experience had taught her that her adult little girls who were true submissives felt uneasy and very guilty until they had paid for their naughtiness with a good hard spanking.  “Go ahead now, your Papa is waiting for you to be a good girl.” 

Patrick watched silently in appreciation at Catherine’s experience and obvious delight in teaching his little wife.  He loved watching his wife’s face as she struggled to decide what to do.  They all knew very well she didn’t want a spanking much less having to practically be made to beg for one.  She whimpered and tears slid down her cheeks in humiliation.  Catherine and Patrick remained still allowing her to make herself obey. 

They were delighted when Rebecca finally said, “Pl… please Papa.  Please spank my bottom with… with my span… spanking spoon.” 

She sobbed as she finished and Patrick sat forward and put his hand over the one holding the spoon.  He felt her trembling and loved every moment.  He wasn’t going to make this easy for her either.  “Why do you need your bottom spanked with your spanking spoon, Becca?” 

She felt her tears begin even before her spanking.

He loved the sight of them rolling down her cheeks.  “Answer me Rebecca.” 

She sobbed, her mind not understanding the guilt her heart felt.  “I…I was naughty.” 

He didn’t allow her an inch.  “Do you need your nanny to remind you to behave little one?”  She shook her head.  “Then answer me properly by telling me exactly what you did to earn your spanking.” 

She sobbed and gave in.  “I was naughty and didn’t open my legs when Na… Nanny wanted to sha… shave me.” 

She was almost there.  “Shave what sweetie?” 

Rebecca wanted to die. 

Patrick reached out and cupped her sex through her gown.  “What’s this called, Becca?  What will remain shaved for the rest of your life?”

“My kit… kitty, Papa.” 

He squeezed her sex and heard her gasp.  He knew he’d find a fresh dose of cream between her sweet lips.  “That’s right honey.  Your sweet little kitty.  Okay, Rebecca, Papa will give you your spanking with your spoon.” 

Without further conversation, Rebecca was guided down over his knees.  She felt her nightgown being lifted and realized that her nanny was baring her bottom for her spanking.  She began to cry in earnest at the humiliation of it all.  It was one thing for her husband/father to spank her in the privacy of their home, it was beyond humiliating knowing that someone was not only going to witness her spanking, she was assisting in it.  

The two ignored her and soon enough she was ready.  “I can tell that Nanny had to spank your bottom as well.  You will learn that punishment from your nanny guarantees that additional punishment from me will be much harder.” 

Rebecca began to sob just hearing his words. 

Catherine stepped back and watched as Patrick lit into his little one’s bottom with the heavy spoon.  Rebecca was soon wailing and screaming for him to stop.  The spoon burned into her bottom with a sharp slap every time he struck her. 

“Nooo… Papa… stop, nooo, please, please… it hurts!”  Her feet began to kick up even though Catherine had guided them into the horribly exposed position she had learned earlier.

“Rebecca, present yourself properly for your spanking.  Now your Papa has to start your spanking over.  Keep those legs wide and get up on your tiptoes.  Turn those heels out more and lift that naughty bottom high.  You earned a good roasting with your spanking spoon and your Papa is going to make sure you get one.” 

Rebecca sobbed at the instructions as well as hearing her spanking would begin again. The spoon was horrid and her bottom was already burning. 

Patrick was having the time of his life.  He kept the spoon against her bottom until she finally obeyed.  He watched her plant her feet, spread her legs further apart and lift up onto her little toes.  Her position pushed her bottom up and out, a perfect target for his discipline, her sex glistening with her cream telling a much different story than her cries and pleas for him to stop her spanking. 

“That’s better!  Stay in position and apologize to your Papa and ask him to spank your naughty bottom very, very hard.” 

Rebecca sobbed but the words filled the room, “I’m… I’m sorry Pa… Papa.  Please… please spank my… my naughty… naughty bottom very, very ha… hard.” 

Patrick’s cock was rock hard under her tummy and thickened even more as she obeyed her nanny.  He lifted his eyes to see Catherine smiling down at the scene.  She nodded and he tightened his grip around his wife’s waist.

“Arch your back and lift your naughty bottom higher Rebecca.  You need to learn to behave when you are getting a good spanking.”  He watched as Rebecca lifted her already red bottom higher almost as if asking it to be punished.  Patrick smiled and began to fulfill her request.  It was the hardest spanking Becca had ever gotten though admittedly for a very minor offense.  Patrick didn’t particularly care if the punishment fit the crime.  He was going to roast her extremely well and then fuck her just as well. 

By the time he allowed her off his lap, she was barely coherent.  Her legs trembled as they did a little dance that Patrick loved to see.  He knew she was desperate to rub the spanked skin of her poor bottom but was very proud of his little one when, in spite of her intense pain, she stood before her husband, her gown held up above her bottom and sobbed.

“I’m so… sorry I was naughty, Papa,” she managed through her tears. “Thank… thank you for spanking my bottom.” 

Patrick leaned forward and kissed the tip of her runny nose. She looked absolutely adorable. 

Rebecca wanted for him to hold her, to tell her it was okay. Instead he added another layer of humiliation on her.

“Tell Papa what you are going to do then next time your nanny needs to shave your kitty Rebecca.” 

Rebecca sobbed harder but managed to answer.  “Be… be a goo… good girl.” 

“And what does a good girl do when she needs her kitty shaved?”

“Sp… spreads her… her legs and is… is still.”  

Patrick smiled and reached around to cup her blazing bottom causing her to jerk and moan.  “That’s correct, Becca.  If you are a good girl and spread your legs really, really wide open for your nanny when she shaves your kitty, this,” he paused as he jiggled the roasted cheek in his hand, “won’t need to be spanked will it?” 

Rebecca sobbed both at the pain and the humiliating lecture.   “No… Papa.”  Her husband released her aching bottom and lifted his handkerchief to her nose.

“Blow sweetie.” 

Rebecca found herself even more humiliated at the order but she complied. 

He removed the cloth and planted another kiss on the tip of her nose.  He wiped her tears off her cheek with the tips of his fingers.  “That’s my good girl.  Now, I believe my little one needs her bed.  Good night, Becca.” 

Rebecca desperately wanted to crawl onto his lap and cry her heart out.  Instead, her nanny reached down to take her hand and Rebecca was led to bed.  She was surprised to find herself in Patrick’s room, having expected to be led back to her crib.  She then remembered that she hadn’t been allowed bloomers and knew what he husband intended.  She had felt the hardness of his sex pressing against her hip during her horrid spanking.  She knew he’d soon be pressing himself into her aching body yet again.  Though she refused to admit it, she found herself desperately hoping he would finally allow her to find her pleasure.  The shame of her thoughts caused her to sob even harder when she was allowed to slip between the sheets on her tummy.  Her cries increased when she felt her nightgown being lifted again. 

“Naughty red bottoms are displayed little one and yours is very, very red.  Now, you just lay here and think about your behavior as your little bottom burns and throbs.”  Catherine’s demeanor changed as she reached down and pulled strands of Rebecca’s hair off her wet cheeks. 

Rebecca continued to cry but didn’t fuss or pull away when the older woman placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. 

“I know you are hurting little one but try to get some rest sweetheart.  Your Papa will be in soon.” 

Rebecca didn’t know what she felt.  She only knew that though she had just been horribly spanked yet again, the gentle kiss and endearment Catherine whispered made her want to throw her arms around her nanny and just be held. 

Catherine stroked her finger once more down the poor girl’s cheek and then she reached down and took Rebecca’s wrists and buckled them into the new cuffs.  There was no reason to take a chance on Rebecca either trying to bolt from the bed or use her hands to try to rub any of the pain out of her posterior.  Catherine reached down and slowly drew her fingers through Rebecca’s legs and found them immediately coated. 

Rebecca wailed at the contact and arched back, pulling against the restraints. 

Catherine just smiled knowing the girl was extremely conflicted.  She patted the throbbing bottom and then blew out the lamp.  She closed the door and grinned hearing Rebecca wail louder as she was left restrained to the bed, her hot bottom pulsing and the ache between her legs burning hotter than ever before.

CHAPTER 9

Catherine found Patrick at his desk enjoying a glass of brandy.  He offered her one and she accepted.  They spent the next couple of hours discussing the evening’s events as well as making some future plans.  “She is going to make you a wonderful little wife, Patrick.”  Patrick had insisted that Catherine use a less formal title unless their little one was awake.  “She was simply stunning tonight.  You are an extremely lucky man.” 

Patrick smiled and knew it was true.  He had spent years indulging in his unusual desires but had never truly been satisfied until he had found Rebecca.  She was everything he could have hoped for.  She was absolute perfection.  “She is wonderful, Catherine.  I hope she never loses her spirit though.  I want it to remain difficult for her to obey what she finds so humiliating.  I want her to bend but never, ever to break.”