by Maggie Ryan
She moaned, the tingling between her legs growing, her blood pulsing. He worried first one and then the other of her nipples until he hardened again. Grinning, he began to move inside her. She, of course, had no understanding that most men would be fulfilled after their first climax. She was gasping as he suckled and bit her breasts shocked at the sensations. She moaned as she felt him tilt her hips higher until she was practically lying on her shoulders. Though it seemed impossible, he moved even deeper into her as he thrust into her over and over.
Each time he withdrew, she felt her insides being abraded. As he pushed forward, she felt herself becoming uncomfortably full. Soon she felt something else. The ache that had first begun when she first met this man was growing into an intense fire. She felt like she was going to explode and began whimpering and panting.
Patrick grinned knowing what was happening and delighted that she obviously had no idea. He changed his rhythm loving watching her face. He pulled completely out only to hear her whimper loudly as if regretting the loss of his cock and then moan as he drove into her again.
“I’m going to make you spend, little one. I won’t always be giving you pain, I’ll also teach you pleasure.”
She was rolling her head from side to side, whimpering and squirming under him, her arms pulling against her restraints. He wasn’t even sure she had heard him but decided it didn’t matter. He bent and suckled at her nipples again and again until they were both swollen and engorged. He felt his own end approaching and began to pump into her as hard as he could, her nipple caught in his teeth. He was just about to reach down and play with her little bud when she tensed and arched against him. “That’s it, Becca, take your pleasure, spend for Papa.” He thrust again and bit down on her tender nipple at the same time.
Rebecca screamed and felt her world implode. Her body shook with convulsion after convulsion. She writhed beneath him, her nipple aching where he had bitten her but throbbing with pleasure at the same time. She sobbed not wanting to enjoy what he was doing, shame flooding her even as he flooded her insides for the second time.
Patrick finally pulled out of her, panting a bit hard himself. He lowered her legs to the bed where she immediately tried to close them. His response was just as quick. He reached down, flipped her over and began spanking her bottom. She was crying within moments from both the shame of what had just happened as well as from the confusion of having been brought to intense pleasure she still didn’t quite understand to having her already aching bottom being reddened with every slap of his huge hand. “You were warned little girl. You do not close your legs or try to hide any part of your body. Your titties, your kitty and your little clittie are mine to look at, to touch, to kiss, to pinch, to bite, to fuck and to spank. You will learn to remain open to me at all times even if it takes a thousand spankings.”
She sobbed as he spanked her until her bottom was once again practically beet red. He finally flipped her back over and she cried harder as her tenderized bottom was pressed into the mattress.
Patrick proved his point by splaying her apart and driving into her for the third time. He wasn’t concerned about watching her reach her own pleasure this time. This fuck was just for him and he intended to imprint his ownership on her and her aching bottom. She had made her choice and her lessons began at this very moment. He didn’t lift her hips or capture her legs over his shoulders. No, this time he made sure his movements caused her aching bottom to press hard into the mattress, each stroke reminding her of the fact that the same man that was now taking her would and could punish her at the slightest act of disobedience.
She cried the entire time, her hands pulling at the restraints.
He poured himself into her and remained buried, holding her legs far apart. “Do you understand me Rebecca? Do you realize that it will be useless for you to attempt to keep me out of your body?”
She shook her head from side to side, her tears flowing even as she screamed, “Yes… yes sir… I understand. Please, please don’t spank me again. I’m…. I’m sorry.”
Satisfied he’d made his point; he withdrew and climbed off the bed. He was glad to see that she left her legs opened and splayed on the bed. Just as a reminder, he ordered, “Open your legs Rebecca. Spread yourself wide for me so that I might look at your swollen kitty.”
Her face was flaming but he simply stood over her waiting for her to decide to obey or not. Sobbing, she forced herself to spread her legs even wider, aching all over and her eyes now clenched tightly against the shame of her position and the fact that she had just willingly exposed her most intimate self to this man.
Patrick said nothing, just lowered his gaze and soaked in the beauty presented before him.
She cried, her nose running, her face a mess as she lay there in shame and pain. Her bottom burned and between her legs burned as well.
Not acknowledging he was concerned, Patrick drew his fingers through her sex and found her sopping wet, her clit swollen in its hood. She might be in pain, but her body was definitely in need of release. He teased the little bud until she was bucking against his hand. She tossed her head from side to side, her groans of need thrilling him. He began to pinch and roll her nipples with his free hand and was smiling as she arched her back as if offering him her breasts. He took her to the very edge time and time again but had no intention of allowing her release. After tormenting her for several minutes, he gave both a nipple and her pulsing clit a last pinch and then removed his hands.
“You will learn that I will decide if you are allowed to spend Rebecca. You’ll never know if I will allow you to reach your pleasure or leave you aching, just as you are now.”
She sobbed louder as the ache deep inside was left unfulfilled and she realized how she had been acting. She thought her shame had been intense before. She had never felt as ashamed as she did at this moment. She had practically begged him to take her to her end, to make her world explode as it had once before. Now, the memory made her cry with the humiliation.
Though he had given her his title, Rebecca felt that she had just become the whore Miss Lambert had labeled her. He grinned and left her on the bed to deal with what had happened by herself. He stepped to his washstand and took his time washing and dressing before he returned to the bed. She had stopped crying but was still sniffing. She looked at him and blushed but kept her legs exactly where he had ordered them. He smiled, “That’s my good girl.”
She hated the fact that she felt a surge of happiness at his approval. What was happening to her? She didn’t need his approval, especially for something as shameful as this. She hated herself but knew she had made this choice, this decision to be not only wed to this man but to be basically owned by him. It was far too late now. She was no longer a virgin. No other man would ever accept her and though her heart hammered in her chest, she knew she would always remain this man’s wife. Either she obeyed and did as he desired or he would cause her great pain.
She watched as he untied her hands and then massaged her aching wrists. He didn’t like seeing the marks on her skin and resolved to find the proper restraints before he bound her again. He helped her off the bed and stood her beside him. She blushed as he stripped the sheet off the bed after seeing the evidence of her lost virginity. He gathered the soiled linen in one hand and took her hand with his other. She followed him downstairs where he dropped the bundle onto the floor of the bathroom. She was made to use the potty again and when he wiped her, she couldn’t help but wince.
“Sore?”
She nodded embarrassed at the shameful question but not daring to lie.
He nodded and she was soon standing in the tub as he gently washed her. She shivered at the cool water wishing he had taken the time to heat it. Her emotions were all over the place. She had been shocked at their conversation not ever having expected him to give her a choice since the papers had already been signed. He hurt her when he took her but also driven her to her first pleasure. She blushed as she thought of the feeling of explo
ding, her body shivering at the memory.
He had kissed her tenderly and yet spanked her and then taken her hard and fast. He had teased her and shamed her by making her spread her legs and ache for forbidden release, yet now he was tenderly washing her.
She decided not to think about it. It was too difficult, too shameful. She flushed thinking of his description of what he would do to her. The vulgar word resounded in her head. He had informed her that she was his for the fucking whenever he desired. He had kissed and suckled at her breasts as well as biting them until she screamed. It was all too much for her to accept. Her life was no longer under any sort of self control.
She felt her eyes fill with tears of shame but didn’t dare protest as he wrapped her in a towel and carried her upstairs. She thought about how strong he must be. He carried her as if she weighed nothing. With nothing else to dress her in until he unpacked, she found herself dressed in the same ridiculous outfit. She still didn’t protest. Her aching bottom was a good reminder. She was led back downstairs and into a large kitchen. He picked her up and put her in an adult size high chair. She squirmed and started to climb down but he quickly pushed the tray in against her stomach and locked it into place. She was going nowhere for the time being. He placed a bib around her neck, tying it and then tucking the end under the tray.
She blushed as he smiled at her, the scene never one she could have imagined living. She watched as he took items out of cabinets and fixed breakfast. She had never seen a man cook before and was shocked.
He saw her looking and grinned, “I’ve lived alone for many years, Becca. I don’t like a lot of people sharing my life so I learned to cook. Good thing for you don’t you think?”
She looked down at the bib he had placed around her neck and found she agreed. It was humiliating enough to have him see her dress like a child, the thought of others was too much for her to take. She nodded and said, “Yes, I think it’s a good thing.”
He tapped her on the top of her head. “Respectfully answer me Rebecca.”
She blushed but obeyed. “Yes sir. I think it’s a good thing….” She hesitated but saw his warning look and his arched brow.
“I don’t believe we are in my bedroom young lady.”
She remembered his earlier words and she swallowed hard. “Yes Pa…Papa,” she corrected.
He bent to kiss the top of her head. “That reminds me. I don’t remember hearing you make your apology after I had to spank your naughty bottom, little girl.”
She sucked in her breath remembering his rule of making a proper apology. She felt shame flow through her and squirmed in her chair. The sharp pain of a well spanked bottom caused her to suddenly freeze and she quickly said, “I’m sorry I forgot. I’m sorry I was naughty Papa. Thank you for span… spanking my bottom.”
He was proud of her proper response though he knew it had taken her a bit too long to answer. He also knew he probably should have immediately spanked her for forgetting.
Deciding she was sincere and feeling starved himself, he let her transgression go this time. She’d have many additional opportunities to make her apologies. He brought the food to the table.
Rebecca reached for a plate but he simply set it down beyond her reach.
“Little girls need help to eat, sweetie.”
She blushed at the way he addressed her but pushed the thought away as he cut her eggs and her bacon into remarkably small pieces. Her stomach was growling with hunger. He slowly peeled her banana and sliced it into small pieces as well though the sight of the curved fruit reminded him of her hands around his cock. Despite pouring himself into her three times already, he felt that part of his anatomy twitch and he smiled. He finally placed the plate on her tray and handed her a spoon. She arched her eyebrow at the infantile implement but hunger prevented her from asking for a fork. She began to shovel the food into her mouth as quickly as she could.
He snatched the plate away. “Manners! Rebecca Louise McGavin, we do not eat like animals in this house. Do I need to feed you myself?”
She shook her head violently, her mouth full of eggs. He waited until she swallowed though she did choke a bit.
“Exactly my point. I don’t want you to choke Rebecca. I think you will be fed until you learn to eat properly.”
Her eyes grew wide as he held a bite of banana on the spoon to her mouth. She clamped her lips shut, her embarrassment acute. He actually planned on feeding her!
Patrick put the spoon down onto the plate and, without pause, reached under the tray and swatted her leg. Her mouth opened in protest that quickly turned to a small screech as he swatted her again. “Don’t try me Rebecca. I guarantee you will never win.”
She gulped at the tone of his voice but obediently opened her mouth like a baby bird when he scooped up a spoonful of eggs and held them to her mouth.
He found his cock twitching again as she accepted the food and wrapped her lips around the spoon. Yes, he’d definitely be feeding her from now on. He fed her a few more bites and then ate his own breakfast. She watched as he drank from his tea cup and he realized she hadn’t been given anything to drink. This was more work than he had originally thought. He got up and brought her a small cup of milk.
She wrinkled her nose and said,’ “No thank you, I don’t like milk.” He shook his head and held the cup to her lips again.
“Do you like spankings?” She immediately opened her mouth and drank the milk though her stomach protested the taste. She dribbled a bit and as Patrick wiped most of the milk off her chin he hoped to find a bottle or two among the boxes Eleanor had packed. Almost as if his thoughts had summoned her, Patrick heard a knock on the door.
Rebecca froze, terrified to be discovered dressed as a little girl, wearing a bib, sitting in a high chair on a very sore bottom with milk still on her chin.
Patrick walked out of the kitchen not even bothering to tell her to stay where she was. The chair was locked. She’d be going nowhere until he decided to release her. He opened the door and found Eleanor standing on his porch.
“Good afternoon Patrick. I just couldn’t help myself. I just had to see your sweet little one again. I also managed to find the item you requested.”
Patrick took the small box and was surprised to discover that it was the afternoon. They had obviously slept far later than normal and then their activities had taken some time as well. He smiled at the memory.
Eleanor grinned and reached up to pat him on his cheek. “Ahh, it seems that things are going very well indeed.”
Patrick grinned and opened the door further, inviting her in. There were very few people he chose to share his home with, and none that weren’t aware of his lifestyle. Eleanor was one of the only people that truly understood and, in fact, helped fulfill his desires. “Good afternoon Eleanor. Becca has just finished her breakfast. Come into the kitchen and join me in a cup of tea.”
Eleanor eagerly followed the very handsome man. She was delighted to discover the small woman was indeed in the kitchen. She saw Rebecca blush and look away, the shame she felt at her condition evident. Eleanor ignored her shame as she always did with the little ones. They might act ashamed but Eleanor knew they secretly loved being treated as treasured children. She had an innate sense of being able to discern which adult women truly responded being regressed to childhood. Seeing Becca squirm in her seat, her little lips pushed out into a pout, she smiled knowing that Rebecca was definitely one of those special women. “Good afternoon, Becca. How are you today?”
Rebecca didn’t want to talk to this woman and hated the silly sing song tone of her voice. She knew the woman enjoyed seeing her discomfort. She kept her mouth shut until Patrick reached down and popped her thigh. Squealing, she said, “I’m…I’m well thank you.”
Eleanor smiled wider as she sat down across from Rebecca and accepted a cup of tea. She watched as Patrick sat across from her and saw him smile at the woman in the high chair. “That’s a wonderful chair Patrick, I am so happy with the ones you mad
e for the school. Our little ones don’t seem to like them quite as much as we do, but it assures they are safe and secure. They are especially handy for when a naughty one needs to be put down on a mat or a plug. The locking mechanism assures their nannies or Papas that they will remain confined until their punishment is over.”
Patrick grinned knowing that his own little one wanted nothing more than to escape the chair ever since he’d placed her into it. Eleanor’s words brought to mind some very pleasant visions of Rebecca’s future.
Eleanor watched him smile and asked, “Have you unpacked the boxes yet or have you been too busy?”
“I haven’t unpacked even one. As you can see, I had to dress Becca in the same clothes as last night, even down to her bloomers. It was late when we returned home and Becca was already asleep. She had some lessons to learn this morning so, as you can see, we are running a bit late.”
Eleanor wanted to hear about what lessons the little woman had learned. She saw Rebecca’s face turn scarlet and had a good idea. “Can I assume you are married in deed as well as on paper, Patrick?”
Rebecca whimpered and squirmed.
Patrick looked over at her and saw her distress. “Yes you may. I took Becca’s virginity this morning so the marriage is consummated. In fact, it has been very thoroughly consummated.”
Eleanor grinned and nodded. “Excellent. I’m sure Becca is grateful to you.”
Grateful? Had she heard the women correctly? She was supposed to be grateful for the recent deflowering? The act had been extremely painful and also humiliating when she thought of the way he had held her legs open wide as he pumped into her body. You did make the choice though, didn’t you Rebecca?
Rebecca squirmed on her seat remembering the feelings her husband had evoked, both pleasurable and painful. She whimpered again.
Patrick looked at her and then at Eleanor. “Poor little one. I think she needs a nap, she is certainly fussy enough and can’t seem to stop squirming. Maybe she needs to go potty. Why don’t you put her down and I’ll help you unpack. It will give me a chance to answer any questions you might have.”
