Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (29 page)

Her entire body flushed at his crude instructions, but as he fucked her harder and faster and with his fingers rubbing circles around her clitoris, she felt her desire to climax allowed her to obey.  She bucked against him, her bottom moving to his rhythm, her moans growing louder in her need.  She opened her bottom to her husband and kept her cheeks spread wide open, her knuckles white with the effort but as he pinched her clit again and again and then drove into her bottom to the hilt, she screamed as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her body. 

“Papa!” she screamed as her body convulsed and her vision dimmed as her muscles contracted around his cock.  She cried out again and again as he forced her into two additional climaxes before her last one milked his own from him causing his entire body to shake as he poured his seed deep into her bowels. 

By the time he pulled out of her bottom, she was limp beneath him, totally sated and totally exhausted.  He smiled and turned her over only to pull her to nestle against his chest.  He knew he would have to get her into a nappy soon but for now was willing to allow her to sleep. 

He held her, stroking her again and again grateful for the day he had decided to wed her.  She would probably continue to fight him at times, especially when he required her to do deeply humiliating acts for which society would damn them, but he knew he would never, ever let her go. 

Rebecca lay in her husband’s arms.  Her body was so exhausted she couldn’t move but her mind was whirling.  This man, her husband and Papa, had complete control over her body as well as her heart.  He had taken her without worrying about her wants or fears.  He had told her he would take her whenever and however he decided.  He had hurt her but also taken her to the highest heights she’d ever thought to experience.  She blushed hotly as she thought of the shameful things he had done to her as well as what she was made to do to him.  She felt her heart pound at the memory of taking him into her mouth, his order to keep her eyes on his as she suckled him for the first time.  Her bottom throbbed deep inside and she could feel the stickiness of both of their fluids leaking from her body.  She shuddered at the thought of how completely he had controlled her; the sounds of her pain and ecstasy still seeming to echo around the room.  She knew that somewhere in the house, her nanny had been able to clearly hear her young charge’s pleas and cries. 

Rebecca blushed at the thought and she wondered how many other women were forced to spread their own bottom cheeks apart to offer their bottom holes in submission to their husbands.  She knew she would never truly know what went on behind the closed doors of society.  She’d never be able to speak about the unspeakable acts with another soul outside of her small household but also knew those that entered her life would keep her safe from any harm.  They not only accepted her unusual needs, they encouraged her to submit in all things. 

Rebecca gave a small sigh as she closed her eyes.  She admitted to herself that she would never, ever try to leave his arms.  She had made her choice when she married him and she loved him with every ounce of her being.  Though he would spank her, strap her, cane her until she couldn’t sit, display her in her nakedness, diaper her, humiliate her, fuck her in ways she had never imagined without a care as to where they were or whom might be watching the act, sometimes allowing her pleasure but mostly denying her release, she finally knew he was exactly what she needed and she was exactly where she belonged.  Society and convention be damned.  She, for one, was finally home.

CHAPTER 13

Eleanor and Catherine helped an exhausted Rebecca to her feet.  The young woman swayed as the women each took an arm and led her away from the horse where she had been restrained only moments before.  Patrick smiled at the sight of his wife loving every inch of her.  She was sobbing and had good cause to be as her bottom was truly ravaged.  He smiled remembering the day.

“Did you have a good birthday little one?” he had asked his wife after the evening’s meal. 

The young woman had smiled up at her husband from where she had been playing on a thick quilt for the past hour.  She was surrounded by a mound of gift wrap, her presents strewn all about her.  She cradled a book to her chest, stroking the cover.  “Oh yes, Papa.  It was the best birthday ever.  Thank you so much for my presents.” 

Rebecca had smiled, her face shining in her happiness.  The three adults who had attended her party smiled back at her.  Her nanny, Catherine, had given her little one a new stuffed bear as well as a new dress for her doll and a new pink binkie.  Eleanor, her husband’s close friend who had helped train Rebecca for the past year, had given her a new dress and coat as well as a new, thick wooden paddle that had caused the young woman to blush as it was unwrapped.  She had glanced up at the woman that she both loved and hated and forced herself to thank her for the gift. 

Eleanor had laughed, reaching down to stroke her finger down Rebecca’s cheek.  “Happy birthday, Becca.  I know your Papa will love your new paddle and even if your little bottom doesn’t, your little kitty will tell the truth, now won’t it?” 

Rebecca had blushed furiously but had also felt the now familiar tingle begin between her legs.  She had squirmed a bit causing her nanny to quickly reach down to run a finger down the front of her thick nappy checking to see if her charge needed changing.  Rebecca had flushed even hotter and complained, “No, Nanny!  I’m not wet!” 

The adults had laughed still amazed at how quickly and deeply the young woman had immersed herself into submission to her new lifestyle. 

Patrick stood and looked down at the precious little woman.  “Don’t be naughty sweetie.  Your nanny is just doing her job and I bet you are a little wet aren’t you?” 

Rebecca had blushed at the truth of her husband’s words and felt shame though it was no secret that her kitty would begin to cream even before a punishment.  The adults laughed at her embarrassment and watched her squirm again. 

Patrick continued, “Now, it is time for you to put your toys away and,” he paused making sure his wife’s eyes were locked onto his, “It is time for your birthday spanking.” 

Rebecca’s mouth opened to protest but no words came forth.  She swallowed hard and then managed to whisper, “Yes sir, Papa.  I’m sorry Nanny Catherine, I didn’t mean to be naughty.” 

Catherine smiled as she bent to help Rebecca gather her new toys.  “It’s okay little one.  I know you are being a very good girl today.  Let’s put your toys in your nursery and get you ready for your Papa.” 

Rebecca simply nodded and followed the much older woman.  In the nursery, Rebecca put her toys away after making sure she tucked her new bear into her crib.  She handed the paddle to her nanny who hung it by its strap on the wall next to Rebecca’s changing table.  Rebecca couldn’t suppress a shudder as she watched the paddle being hung.  She wondered how it would feel against her bottom.  The holes in the paddle were sure to inflict blisters against her delicate skin.  She heard her own voice squeak, “Is…is Papa going to spank me with that?” 

Eleanor, who had followed the two women into the nursery laughed, “No little one.  I’m sure you’ll get paddled soon enough with your new paddle but tonight your Papa won’t be using it for your birthday spanking.” 

Rebecca relaxed though it would prove to be a might early for that.  She had been bathed earlier as well as been given her weekly enema which was still a huge source of embarrassment for the young woman.  It might have been her birthday but her whimpering had earned her a quick but thorough paddling with her hairbrush and had not eliminated the enema, simply delayed it so that her bottom was nicely reddened as it was being filled with its hot, soapy medicine.  Her misbehavior had earned her a half hour standing in her corner, her bottom clenched tightly as she was forced to retain her enema for an extended period of time.  She always told herself to submit to the disgrace in order to make the weekly occurrence easier on herself; however, she had truly rebelled this afternoon and had been punished for her rebellion.

Shaking the memory away, she was lifted onto her changing table, her dress flipped up to lay on her chest, her nappy unpinned.  She turned her head to the wall as the thick cloth was removed and her legs pressed up against her chest.  She moaned as she felt the bottom binkie that had been pushed into her bottom after her bath was gently removed.  She knew from experience that her husband would soon be taking the binkie’s place and she couldn’t stop a full flush from engulfing her body as well as a surge of arousal from deep inside. 

Catherine helped her down from the table only to strip her nude. 

Rebecca knew that Eleanor was watching her every move and she felt shame that her bottom probably still bore bruises from her paddling during her bath as well as knowing the evidence of her arousal could be easily found between her legs. 

Eleanor didn’t say a word, just sat and loved witnessing the young woman’s preparations.  Rebecca had come such a long way in the past year, the changes were amazing. 

Rebecca waited for her nanny to put her into a nightgown but it wasn’t to be.  Instead, she was led totally nude back down to the living room.  She halted immediately when she saw what her husband had been doing in their absence.  The huge, spanking horse that normally was stored in a closet, had been moved to the center of the room, four leather restraints brought out from the legs.  Her husband and Papa, stood to one side tapping a cane against his leg.

“Noooo…”she pleaded even as she felt the two women guiding her towards the horse.  “Please… Papa… please don’t cane me!  I’ll be a good girl… please Papa! I don’t want to ride!” 

Patrick grinned as he watched his wife being forced down over the well padded end of the horse, her breasts and tummy pressed down onto the leather surface, her bottom obscenely lifted into the air from the two pillows she had been placed over. 

The two women quickly had her limbs quickly restrained with the leather cords, her legs spread obscenely wide.  His sex hardened in his pants, his heart pounding at the sight.  The last year had been the most fulfilling of his life, his little girl/wife consuming every ounce of his being.  He loved her more than he had ever thought possible and loved everything that happened to his little one though she would deny that she loved the same things he did.

“Shhh, Becca.  You are going to ride your horsey.  I’m going to give you your birthday spanking. I’m going to cane you. It will be the most severe caning I’ve ever given you.   It is going to be very painful and will leave vivid wheals all across your sweet little bottom that you will feel for a week every time you sit down.  You are going to scream and beg for me to stop.  But,” he said as he went to crouch down in front of the horse, his fingers lifting her face to his, “You are going to get nineteen strokes, one for each year of your life and then, little one, you are going to beg me to give you another, really hard stroke for ‘one to grow on’.  Aren’t you my sweet?” 

Rebecca felt the tears begin to slide down her cheeks before he even began.  Her heart pounded and her limbs pulled against the restraints.  However, her body betrayed her as it always did, her cream already pooling between her spread legs.  He grinned down at her, his desire evident in his eyes.  She felt him lean closer,

“You are creaming for me already sweetie.  Now, answer me Rebecca Louise McGavin.  You are going to ride your horse and get a caning.  Then you are going to beg me to put the last stroke, really, really hard directly on your sweet, precious little kitty aren’t you?” 

She shuddered but despite her mind screaming at her, she whispered loud enough that they all heard, “Yes…yes sir, Papa.” 

Afterwards, as the two women who shared her life led her to her husband’s bedroom, they all thought about the birthday spanking.  Patrick was true to his word.  It was the most severe caning any of them could remember.  He laid into her pausing between each stroke to allow his wife’s screams to die down before he laid another line of fire onto her skin.  The cane landed again and again on the writhing young woman’s bottom, laying wheal after wheal all over the creamy white skin as she bucked and writhed on the horse.  He counted each stroke and watched as her nanny quietly encouraged her little one to be brave and to lift her bottom for her Papa. 

Eleanor held her hand as the woman struggled to accept her place, her choice having been made exactly a year ago.  She sobbed but her Papa never placed the next stroke until she had consciously relaxed her bottom before lifting it for the next cut.  When nineteen perfectly discernible red wheals decorated her bottom, he nodded. 

Eleanor released her hand and she and Catherine quickly untied the restraints.  Sobbing and barely coherent, Rebecca had laid on the horse, her bottom feeling as if she were sitting in the fire.  However, when her husband, the man who had just caused her the most intense pain of her life had instructed her to ‘present herself’, she had automatically struggled down from the horse only to place the palms of her hands on the padded end where her bottom had just been, spread her legs as wide as she could, lift herself onto her tiptoes, heels turned out and then lifted her bottom as high as she could.  With the room totally silent, she stopped sobbing long enough to ask for that one final, excruciating stroke.

“Please Papa, please cane my kitty really hard.  Please give me a stroke to grow on.” 

The two older women and Patrick all smiled at the complete submission of the little woman.  The cane stroke had landed exactly where Rebecca had asked.  She had screamed louder than ever before, her voice breaking at the effort even as she sank to the floor, her legs giving out at the pain.  The wheal left across her sex burned hotter than all nineteen before it. 

As she was lifted to her feet and led, stumbling from the room, Patrick laid the cane down on the very horse that his wife had willingly offered her total submission.  It was the most beautiful thing he had ever experienced.  He knew that though she was in severe pain at this moment, he would also take her to extreme pleasure in their bed.  After all, it was her birthday and a yearly tradition had just begun.