Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca

by Maggie Ryan

  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.

  THE END

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