Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca

by Maggie Ryan

  She yelped but he knew it was nothing compared to what she would soon be receiving.

  “Rebecca Louise McGavin, I am losing patience with you. I want you to tell me every single thing that happens when your nanny takes you into your nursery to put you to bed.”

  Rebecca squirmed, her stomach rolling, her heart pounding with the realization that she was about to pay dearly for the past several weeks of disobedience. She was aware that every eye was on her. She lifted one hand to swipe at the tears on her cheeks. She finally met her husband’s eyes.

  “Nanny undresses me and puts me on the ta… table,” she hesitated but seeing his eyebrow rise, she hurriedly continued. “Umm, she…. she puts my nap… nappy on and then—”

  “Rebecca Louise, what happens before I put your nappy on? You were warned to leave nothing out!” Catherine said sternly and Rebecca blushed hotter.

  She didn’t want to think about what her nanny did, much less speak of it. She whimpered, felt another swat to her bottom and rushed, “She… she touch… touches me down there and then—”

  “Down where, Rebecca?” Patrick pressed. He wanted every single detail admitted. He adored the flush on her cheeks, the confusion and shame in her eyes and the way she wiggled in his arms. He also realized that he had been extremely lax in her training lately and berated himself.

  “My… my kit… kitty, Papa.”

  He nodded and she released her breath. “Continue, Rebecca. Your nanny puts her hand between your legs and plays with your little kitty. What happens when your nanny has her fingers in your kitty?”

  Rebecca wished the floor would open and swallow her.

  Patrick put his finger under her chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “Everything, Becca, every detail.”

  “She… she makes me tin… tingle….”

  “Do you want to spend when she makes you tingle, Rebecca?”

  Rebecca clenched her eyes shut, her shame was immense. She felt her insides clench just remembering the way her body fought to find release every day before her nap.

  “Open your eyes and answer me Rebecca.”

  She forced herself to meet his eyes, the truth obvious in them. “Y… yes, Papa. She… she never lets me… me take my pl… pleasure. She just makes me ting… tingle and then she st… stops.”

  Satisfied and pleased that Catherine took the job of keeping Rebecca on edge all day, he nodded. “Continue.”

  Rebecca was grateful to do so. “Then she… she diapers me and puts my gown on and puts me in my crib. She… she gives me my binkie and bunny. I go to sleep and then she wakes me up.”

  Patrick was delighted, her words evoking the scene in his mind, his little child/wife squirming and panting under her nanny’s administrations. The rule to keep his little one on the brink assured she was much more responsive and passionate in his bed at night. “And when she wakes you up? What happens then?”

  Sensing the worse was over, Rebecca hurried to finish. “She undresses me and puts me into my clothes and then I get to play on my blanket. Then, Papa, you come home and I’m so happy!” She smiled at this last part hoping she had appeased him.

  He smiled. He truly adored the way she always jumped up and ran to meet him at the door. He saw Eleanor shaking her head, her frown telling him she didn’t really approve of the confession.

  Catherine spoke up, “What happens before I dress you Rebecca Louise?”

  Becca glanced over at the two women and her stomach clenched seeing their disapproving faces. She felt her stomach begin to ache anew.

  Patrick forced her face back to his. “Tell me Rebecca.”

  She blushed but said, “She puts me on the table, takes my nappy off and my nightgown. She… takes me to go potty and—”

  “Potty?” Patrick interrupted. “Rebecca Louise, why would she need to take you to the potty? Isn’t your nappy wet already?”

  Rebecca’s heart almost stopped. She had known this was coming but had tried desperately to deny it. She tried to think of anything to appease him but suddenly just burst into tears.

  Patrick knew she was ready. “You haven’t used your nappy have you, Becca? You have been a very naughty little girl and disobeyed your Papa every single day. What did I tell you would happen if you don’t use your nappy when you are put down in your crib?”

  She pleaded with her eyes not to be forced to answer but the words slipped from her. “You said… you said you’d spa… spank me! Please, Papa, I don’t want a spanking!”

  Everyone in the room smiled. Of course she didn’t want a spanking, especially not the one she would soon be getting. Patrick nodded but knew she wasn’t yet where he needed her to be. “Where did I say you’d be spanked Rebecca?”

  She looked confused and he realized she had not truly believed his warning. “On my… my bot... bottom.”

  “No, Rebecca, not your bottom. I told you that Papa would punish your little titties if you disobeyed me.”

  Her eyes flew open wide, her hands trying to reach up to cover her chest.

  Patrick took both of her hands immediately and pushed them to her side.

  “Noooo, please no, Papa. I’m sorry… please don’t spank me.”

  “I don’t believe you are sorry little one. You have been disobedient day after day. You knew you were to use your nappy and yet you have been naughty for each of those days. I am going to blister your bottom and then I’m going to punish your titties. You will learn, Becca, that disobedience will always be painful and, young lady, deliberate disobedience is even more sternly punished.”

  Rebecca sobbed, her body shaking.

  Patrick stood and Rebecca pleaded with her whole heart.

  “Please Papa, please I… I don’t want to be a ba… baby. I can’t use a nap… nappy. Oh God, please don’t do this. Please… I can’t!”

  Patrick ignored her pleas as if she hadn’t spoken. He continued to hold her hand firmly. “Nanny, please bring me Rebecca’s strap and two leather restraints please.”

  Rebecca wailed and tried to pull away. He had never restrained her during a punishment and just the idea terrified her.

  Patrick tightened his hold and looked at Eleanor.

  Eleanor stood and approached them. She helped Patrick place the struggling young woman over the ottoman he had vacated.

  Rebecca was fighting for all she was worth but their combined strength easily overpowered her. She found her legs spread obscenely open until she was straddling the wide ottoman.

  Catherine had given the strap to Patrick and quickly reached under Rebecca’s dress to pull down and then remove her bloomers.

  Patrick bent and was soon restraining her ankles, tying each one to the sturdy legs of the ottoman.

  Eleanor simply sank to the floor and held Rebecca’s wrists in her hands.

  Rebecca felt her dress being rolled above her bottom and Patrick looked down at her pale and unmarked bottom. Rebecca had been such a good girl lately and this was to be her first strapping. Patrick knew her bottom would soon be blazing and welted. “Why am I going to strap your bottom, Rebecca?”

  Becca sobbed, her head hanging over the end of the ottoman, her face covered by the mass of her hair.

  Catherine swept it aside over one shoulder so she couldn’t hide and Patrick could hear her answer. “Please…please…please….”

  “Answer me or it will be far worse for you, Rebecca Louise.”

  She heard the determination in his voice and shuddered, her entire body trembling. “I… I was nau… naughty and dis… dis... disobedient, Pa… Papa. I’ll be good, Papa, please! Please don’t do this. Please don’t strap me!”

  “Disobedience and naughtiness are punished every single time and that, young lady, will never change in this household.”

  Rebecca continued to plead for mercy. None was given.

  Patrick snapped the strap through the air and the first stroke across his wife’s bottom caused her to arch and scream. Her bottom wagged in the air, the heat of the stroke c
ausing her to burn. The room was silent except for the crisp sharp slaps of the leather against Rebecca’s bottom and the continual wails of the poor girl.

  After a dozen strokes, Rebecca stopped pulling against Eleanor’s hold, her body exhausted from her fighting.

  Patrick snapped the strap onto her bottom again and again until her poor cheeks were covered from top to bottom. “Lift your bottom Rebecca. Lift it high for me.”

  She sobbed but struggled to obey as best she could. When it was lifted as high as possible, Patrick stepped back and quickly placed the last two strokes directly into the area between her legs.

  She screeched the loudest as these painted their lines onto her most sensitive skin, genitals burning as if he’d touched them with a hot poker. It took her several long moments before she realized the strap had stopped falling.

  Patrick reached down and released her ankles but not before he drew a finger up her sex. He was amazed to find her beyond wet even as he felt the distinct welts he had deliberately placed on her lips. He didn’t tease her.

  Eleanor released her hands and Patrick helped her to stand, her legs unsteady.

  She wanted him to hold her, to allow her to climb onto his lap and feel his arms around her.

  Instead, he simply said, “Go to your naughty corner Rebecca.”

  She stumbled to the corner where she was soon sobbing against the wall. She felt her dress and petticoats being tucked under her hands which were laced on the top of her head as required. She didn’t even think about the people staring at her bottom, her pain was too intense to care.

  Catherine returned the punishment implement to the cabinet and leaving Eleanor to watch Rebecca, went to find Patrick in the nursery.

  “I’m so sorry sir,” the nanny said. “I didn’t even realize you had given Rebecca such an order. If I had, this would never have gone this far.”

  “No, Catherine, it is my fault. I didn’t even think to discuss it with you. I guess I just expected Becca to obey my wishes.” He gathered a few items and they went back to the living room. He knew that any further wishes would be communicated fully.

  Eleanor sat on the couch and spoke firmly, “She needs to understand she cannot be allowed to decide which rules she will obey and which ones she will ignore. She has been flagrantly disobedient for weeks, Patrick.”

  He nodded. “I know but I still feel it is partly my fault.”

  Eleanor shook her head knowing that Rebecca could hear the discussion. She also knew that Patrick had to step up his authority and quickly. It was obvious that the little minx had wormed her way into his heart and softened it considerably. She stood and stepped to him, her voice low as if to remind him of little ears. “It doesn’t really matter. What matters is what you choose to do now.”

  “I’m leaving tomorrow Eleanor. God, I knew I should have just postponed this meeting.”

  “You’ve already postponed it once Patrick. You can’t allow Rebecca to change your schedule. I was surprised you didn’t leave two weeks ago.”

  Patrick shook his head, looking over at his still sobbing wife. “I just wasn’t ready to leave her. I don’t want to leave her now, but I truly have no choice.”

  “Then make sure she understands she was extremely naughty and that she must work to gain your approval by the time you return. I know this is hard for you, Patrick, but this is a very important moment in both of your lives. You love Rebecca but I’m warning you, if you don’t give her a very strict and harsh reminder, she will soon have you spoiling her even more than you do already. Any lessons she has learned when she first wed you are going to fall by the wayside. You must be consistent, Patrick, if this is how you truly want to live. You must not allow Rebecca to pick and choose which rules she wants to obey.”

  Patrick listened and understood that Eleanor was being truthful. He felt like he had actually let his little one down by not being firmer in her training. He made his decision and turned to Catherine, motioning her to follow him into the kitchen where they could speak without Rebecca hearing them. “Rebecca is to remain diapered until I return in ten days. She is not to use the potty regardless of when she begins to use her nappy. She will learn she has absolutely no choice in obeying me in this matter. If she didn’t want to use one during her nap, she will find being required to wet her nappies throughout the day a horrid lesson. Bloomers will become a privilege, not the norm. I realize this will mean additional work for you, Catherine, but I feel it is necessary. I also want you to begin with her enemas. I have been far too lenient with her. I don’t want you to overdo it as I want it to remain something difficult for her to submit to. Once a week should be sufficient.”

  “Certainly sir, the extra work will be well worth the effort. You pay me extremely well and I’m just sorry I didn’t confer with you sooner about what you expected of Becca. I should have known the little minx was up to something. I believe you will find your little one well trained upon your return.”

  Catherine smiled, happy to see that Patrick was serious about what she considered basic training for little ones. She could hardly wait to introduce the enema nozzle to Rebecca’s little bottom and fill her with her first dose of medicine. Nice, hot and soapy enemas went a long way to ensure a little one’s obedience Catherine had discovered.

  Patrick continued. “Thank you Catherine. I also want you to continue to tease her before diapering her every time as well as when you are filling her little bottom. She should be ready to explode with the barest touch when I return. I have complete faith in your abilities. I will complete her punishment after dinner. I want her to calm down and recover from her bottom strapping before I strap her breasts so she experiences both events equally.”

  Catherine again nodded and hurried to the nursery changing table to prepare the next nappy for her charge and then left to make sure Rebecca was supervised during her corner time.

  Eleanor approved of his decision but felt Rebecca needed to truly learn who made the rules in the household. “I’m glad to hear you want Catherine to administer enemas to Rebecca. I’m actually shocked that she hasn’t had several by now. I’m guessing you have yet to introduce the anal dilators as well?”

  Patrick shook his head. “Not yet. I suppose I have been rather remiss in her proper training. She is just so tiny and precious but I realize I’ve made a mistake. I can’t believe I failed to check on her diaper training and realize that Rebecca was purposely defying my wishes. Believe me, she won’t escape any future training. I’ve decided to start using her bottom when I return as that is another area where I’ve been lenient. She is just so tight and innocent and still feels shame when I take her.”

  Eleanor knew he was also disappointed in himself in the role of her husband and father figure. “It is your job to teach her to please every one of your desires Patrick. It is definitely not up to any little one to dictate either when or where they submit to their Papas. Her bottom belongs to you, her mouth as well. Have you begun to train her to please you with her mouth?”

  Patrick shook his head and heard Eleanor sigh.

  “Oh, Patrick. She has you wrapped around her little finger! She’s defied you in her diaper use, she has you thinking about her comfort in your bed, you have used neither her mouth nor her bottom, you haven’t spanked her in days and then you reward her with books! Who exactly is the head of this household? I’m beginning to believe it is Rebecca. Not the Papa, the disobedient, spoiled little girl.” She knew he was uncomfortable with the discussion but continued. “I know you allow Rebecca to share your bed nightly Patrick but she should be put down to sleep in her crib tonight.”

  She saw his eyes widen and knew he was about to disagree. “Patrick, you must be firm. Today, you learned she can be deliberately devious and that simply cannot be tolerated. She is not truly submitting to you, she is manipulating you. Rebecca is well aware of what she has been doing. We both know she adores it when you comfort and coddle her and she is doing just enough to avoid getting her bottom spanked. You have
n’t instructed her in sexual obedience. You’ve allowed her to have pleasure every evening though you do deny her during the day. Instead of giving her pleasure, you should be spanking her at least weekly whether or not she has been naughty. She needs a specific punishment night every week and, Patrick, it needs to be severe enough to remind her that you are in control. Forcing her to sleep alone will be a lesson your little one won’t forget. After her discipline tonight, she will be desperate for your comfort. You absolutely must not allow her any tonight. You must leave tomorrow with her questioning her behavior and deciding to do her best to please you to earn your comfort.” She saw him nod but knew he wasn’t happy about it.

  He knew while she would hate being alone in her crib, he’d also hate spending this last evening at home alone in his. However, he also knew that Eleanor had been teaching little ones far longer than he had. “Very well, I’m embarrassed to admit it, but you are correct in everything you’ve said. I’ll hate it but I will do as you suggest. I will truly miss having her in bed with me.”

  Eleanor smiled and stepped up to him. “I didn’t say you couldn’t fuck her Patrick. Fuck her and fuck her hard, it is important that you take your pleasure whenever you desire but make sure you do not take her to your bed. Don’t allow her to spend. Leave her blistered, well used and throbbing with need.”

  He grinned and the idea suddenly didn’t seem too bad. He realized he had truly allowed Rebecca to be treated far more like his wife than his little one. He led Eleanor back into the living room after asking her to stay for dinner as well as witness the breast discipline. She eagerly agreed.

  Rebecca had stayed in her corner, not daring to move a muscle. Her bottom ached and burned but she was terrified of what she still had coming. Though unable to hear what was being discussed, she knew it couldn’t possibly be in her favor. She tried to convince herself that if she was perfectly obedient, her Papa would be lenient. She had been successful in pleasing him lately and couldn’t even remember her last spanking before the awful strapping she had just endured. She had never imagined such a deep intense pain at every stroke of the strap and had never even considered that she could be strapped between her legs; much less on her breasts. She shivered when she heard him return.