Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca

by Maggie Ryan

  She was extremely tight but the warmth of her passage caused his cock to throb. Groaning, he slowly removed his finger only to lift his wife’s legs over his shoulders.

  Rebecca trembled as he positioned her but was desperate to be filled. It had been so long and her body was on fire.

  “Keep your eyes on me. Put your hands on the rails, Becca. Can you keep them there without your cuffs?”

  She immediately obeyed and her voice shook as she answered, “Ye… yes sir, Papa.”

  He smiled down at her, and then pushed slowly into her pussy. Rebecca’s head thrashed as she was filled. Patrick went slowly, wanting to watch her fight to accommodate him inch by inch. Her eyes were glazed with her need, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she moaned. Her tiny body slowly adjusted to his penetration. Once fully seated, he began to pump in and out of her.

  Rebecca moaned and began to pump her hips up to meet him at every stroke, her breathing ragged, her heart pounding.

  When Patrick bent to suckle a hard nipple into his mouth, she exploded, her pussy contracting hard around his cock. She screamed with her pleasure, the intensity so much more after being led to the brink dozens of times in the past several days. Almost immediately, she felt her desire build again and she soon arched her back and her next scream filled the room and was even heard downstairs where Catherine was cleaning up the bathroom.

  Catherine shuddered at the raw, primitive sound, the pleasure acutely obvious to any who heard.

  Patrick moaned as Rebecca’s body continued to convulse around his cock. He let himself go and rammed into her as hard and as fast as he physically was able. He almost screamed himself as he thrust the final time and erupted into her. He was a bit undone with the intensity of the act wishing he had lasted even longer. He grinned knowing he was not yet done in seeing all that his wife had learned.

  Patrick rolled onto his back, taking his wife with him. Rebecca was breathing hard, her heart pumping. She blushed seeing her husband looking at her but saw him smile. She buried her head under his chin and he chuckled.

  “I’m glad to be home, Becca. I’ve really missed having my little girl in my bed.”

  She trembled but then relaxed against him as he began to stroke her hair. “I’ve missed you so much Papa. Please don’t ever leave me again.”

  Patrick smiled loving her words and the sincerity he heard in her voice. He continued to stroke her arms, her hair, and her back until his cock thickened. She felt it grow beneath her stomach and couldn’t help but squirm against it. Patrick rolled her onto her back and then sat back on his heels. She blushed beautifully as he reached out to play with her breasts.

  She was suddenly shy as she remembered her screams. She wondered if her nanny had heard her being allowed to finally take her pleasure and her face flushed at the possibility.

  Patrick loved watching the emotions run across her face even as her body trembled in need. He reached down and helped her to sit up.

  She looked at him, questions in her eyes but he knew she would never find the courage to question him. He guided her hands until they were both wrapped around his shaft. She blushed even more but began to stroke him as he guided her movements.

  They both remembered the scene when she had consented to be this man’s wife. He removed his hands and she continued to stroke and touch him on her own, loving the feel of his sex in her hands. He bent to kiss the top of her head.

  “Becca, put my cock in your mouth,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Suckle it just like you do your binkie.” Patrick saw her blush and her confusion and repeated. “Show me you are learning your lessons Rebecca. Put my cock in your mouth sweetie.” He pushed down on her shoulders until her head was bent over his throbbing erection.

  She whimpered and clenched her eyes shut, her hands still holding him. She had never even considered the act before though she felt her kitty clench at his order.

  “That’s my good girl. Open your lips. Put Papa’s cock in your mouth and suckle. Suckle your Papa little one.”

  She opened her mouth and felt his hand on the back of her head. She put her lips on the tip of his cock and heard him groan. She pulled back. “No, Becca, you may not pull away. You will keep my cock in your mouth until I allow you to release me. Now, put my cock back into your mouth and take as much as you can.”

  She shut off the part of her that was screaming for her to fight. She opened her heart and her mouth. She closed her lips around his hard shaft and began to suckle as she did with her both of her binkies. She suddenly understood that her nanny had been preparing her for this very order of submission.

  Patrick held himself still, the sensation of her mouth pulling on him the most incredible feeling in the world. She took a bit more and he felt her tongue tasting him.

  Though he had just come inside his wife, watching her head bob up and down in his lap, her full lips surrounding his raging erection, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She would be in this position thousands of times, but he had yet another place to claim. He gently pulled her away and smiled as her face flushed, her small lips still parted as if missing the pacifier she had been given. He bent to kiss her lips and then guided her onto her hands and knees.

  She whimpered at the position even as he spread her legs a bit wider.

  Patrick was quick to reassure her. “Shhh, I’m not going to spank you, Becca. You did a good job sucking Papa’s cock. What happens after your nanny prepares your bottom for the binkie?”

  She blushed with the shame of having to speak of such acts but feeling his hand on her upturned bottom helped her remember her training. “She puts my bottom binkie up my bo… bottom Papa.”

  Patrick smiled and his erection grew larger. “That’s right, Becca. I’m going to take your bottom. Reach back and open your bottom wide for your Papa.”

  She felt her eyes fill with tears. He was much thicker and far longer than her bottom binkies. Her body began to tremble but did as she was told. She felt him push into her kitty and relaxed.

  Patrick knew she thought she had heard him wrong but she hadn’t. He continued to slowly stroke in and out of her pussy even as he used his fingers to gather her natural lubricant to prepare her bottom hole. She arched and moaned as she felt his wet fingers on her pucker, one sliding inside her bottom as he continued to coat her opening. Once the little hole was slick and a bit relaxed, he pulled out of her pussy and placed his cock at her virgin opening.

  When she felt the pressure, she moaned, “Papa… please Papa… it… it won’t… won’t fit. It… it hurts me. You are big… bigger than my… my bottom binkie.”

  Patrick reached out to stroke her back. “Shhh, lay down Rebecca. Put your cheek and tummy down and lift your bottom for me. I am going to fuck you in your bottom, Becca. I will take all of you. You are mine Rebecca Louise McGavin. Every single, beautiful inch of your body belongs to me.”

  His vulgar promise of what was to occur caused her heart to pound in fear and anticipation. Patrick watched as she obeyed him, positioning her bottom for his penetration. Without further words, he gripped her hips and began to push inside her bottom. She wailed and began to pull away. Knowing she needed reminding of exactly who was in control and that he would always make sure of her obedience, Patrick quickly popped his hand hard against her bottom and she yelped. She felt him swat her again and again, her bottom beginning to burn as it had been spanked every single day for over a week. His voice was hard and very firm when he spoke, “Where did I tell you to have your hands, young lady?”

  She jerked but her hands flew back to open her bottom to him.

  “That’s better little one. That’s my good girl, spread your bottom wide for me.” The spanks stopped but the pressure increased.

  Rebecca remembered her lessons and pushed back against him a little. She felt intense shame to be participating in this obscene penetration but her body was begging her to attempt to lessen the burning pain. She sobbed as he continued to seat himself even as she tried to ac
cept his use of her bottom.

  It took quite a long while and several more punishing spanks before Patrick was fully seated. Rebecca tried to obey but the intense stretch at her anal muscle caused her to scream and finally beg for him to stop. While her nanny had begun to train her for anal use, the true act of sodomy was extremely painful. Her cries fell on deaf ears. She was his and he would do as he desired. She was both crying and panting hard when he finally pushed fully into her, his balls lying against the heat of her upturned bottom, its skin red from the many swats she had received as he took her virginity.

  She felt fuller than she had in her life and he didn’t allow her much time to grow accustomed to being full before he began to move in and out of her bottom. She was burning both inside and out and it was very painful despite the fact that her nanny had put a dilator up her bottom for the past several nights. Patrick was far longer and thicker than the plugs she had been forced to accept and her nanny had never thrust in and out of her bottom like her husband was doing.

  Patrick buried himself again and again, the tightness of her walls causing him to groan. She was incredibly tight and her walls felt like velvet surrounding him. He would never grow tired of the sight of her spanked bottom cheeks, her tiny hands holding herself wide to reveal her tiny pucker spread around his cock as he plunged into her bottom. He allowed one hand to drop to her core and he began to stroke her clit. It was swollen and erect and she began to moan almost immediately as she arched higher into him. “That’s my good girl, Becca. Push your bottom back, open your bottom so Papa can fuck your precious little bottom.”

  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 si
mply 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.