by Maggie Ryan
Patrick saw his wife and smiled. She was pushing her bottom out as far as she could, her little legs spread wide. He realized he had missed seeing her so displayed. He waited until dinner was on the table before calling her out of her corner. She immediately made her penance and was ashamed when he simply nodded and led her to her highchair. He placed her into it making sure her bare, hot bottom was pressed against the hard wooden seat. Still not speaking to her, he handed her the bottle of milk. Rebecca didn’t hesitate to immediately put it into her mouth and drank every single drop without whining.
Instead of appeasing him with her show of obedience, this alone showed him that she was not only capable of obeying this order as well, he realized she had been disobedient at every meal by fussing and whining about the milk. Rebecca was ignored by her husband throughout the entire meal.
Rebecca sniffed and squirmed on her aching bottom but obediently opened her mouth and ate every spoonful that her nanny fed her, including the hated broccoli. While the adults enjoyed a cup of tea, she remained silent and still in her chair. She missed the usual conversation the three shared at dinner. She wanted her husband to ask about her day. She wanted to hear about his. He didn’t tease her or praise her as he usually did when her nanny told him she had been a sweet, good girl. He acted like she wasn’t even in the room.
Eleanor watched the young woman and knew she was learning a very difficult lesson but she definitely needed to be reminded of her proper place.
When the adults were finished, Patrick turned to Catherine. “Please take Rebecca into the nursery and diaper her. Then bring her to me.”
“Certainly sir,” Catherine responded.
Becca gasped and began to whimper.
Patrick ignored her and escorted Eleanor out of the kitchen.
“Come along Rebecca. No fussing, I believe you are in enough trouble as it is.”
Rebecca nodded, never having seen her husband so cold towards her. Rebecca didn’t so much as move as she was being diapered though the touch of the cloth pulled tightly between her legs caused the welts against her skin to burn hotter. She was shivering both in cold and fear as she was led back into the parlor. She was ashamed and though she was terrified, she found she was more afraid of Patrick’s continued silence.
While she was being prepared in the nursery, Eleanor had helped prepare Patrick in the parlor. He had listened as she described various techniques in breast punishment. He had witnessed several young women be punished at the school but very seldom one that included punishment of their tender breasts. He wanted the lesson to be harsh, but had no desire to cause lasting harm to his wife. He never worried about the condition of her little bottom. It was well padded and, after all, God had given women bottoms to be punished. Her breasts were also full and round but he knew much more sensitive than her nates. By the time she was standing before him, naked except for the extra bulky diaper between her legs, he was more than ready. “Why am I going to punish your titties, Rebecca?”
Rebecca sobbed at his direct question. She had still falsely hoped for some small amount of comfort after her strapping. She managed to answer, “Because I didn’t… didn’t obey you Papa. I… I didn’t use… use my nappy.”
Patrick nodded. “You have been very, very naughty Rebecca Louise. You have repeatedly disobeyed me. I am so disappointed in you.” He ignored the tears welling in her green eyes. “You will stand before me, spread your legs very wide and then you will put your arms behind your back. You will push your titties out for their punishment and you will not remove your hands from your back. If you do, your nappy will be removed and you will receive your first caning before I begin again with your tittie strapping.”
His voice was hard and she knew he was absolutely serious in his warning. She swallowed hard, terrified at his promise. “Yes… yes sir Papa.”
He nodded and stepped back.
Rebecca didn’t even think about the other two women in the room. She spread her legs wide and put her arms behind her back. She jerked just a bit when she felt someone guiding her hands until they cupped the opposite elbows. She felt a hand on her back pressing her breasts forward.
“Turn your head to the side, Rebecca, keep your head back so you won’t interfere with your Papa’s punishment. Keep your titties pushed out so your Papa can strap them properly.”
Rebecca listened as Eleanor instructed her and quickly obeyed. Her body was shaking and a keening was already coming from her though she felt the familiar tingle begin in her stomach.
Patrick waited until she was in position before he lifted the small strap. He measured the distance and wrapped a bit of the leather around his hand. He finally lifted the strap and it whistled through the air.
Rebecca lost her breath at the first stroke and it took another two before she screamed. Her feet danced but she didn’t remove her arms.
Patrick continued to whip her breasts as she cried and danced. He decided that he would allow her small movements as long as she didn’t attempt to twist away. He was amazed her hands had remained locked around her elbows. “Push those naughty titties out!” he barked and she immediately arched her back to more prominently display her welted breasts. Patrick changed direction and brought the small whip up from underneath to punish the undersides of her breasts.
Rebecca was almost hopping from one foot to another as he punished her. She wailed and danced in place, the pain far more intense than she could ever have imagined. When the strap bit into her nipples, she screeched and her hands came around to cover her injured breasts, cupping the punished skin.
“Hands back!” Patrick barked and brought the strap down across the front of her thighs.
Rebecca screamed but forced her hands back into the proper position.
“That just earned you extra little one.”
She wailed louder. As the strap licked into her nipples again, she felt her knees buckle and she almost fell to the floor.
Patrick watched as she forced herself to return to stand before him, arms locked and smiled as she pushed out her chest. He was surprised and looked over at Eleanor. She was smiling and nodding, confirming that while Rebecca was in intense pain, some part of her craved his severe discipline. He strapped her another half dozen times and then lowered the whip. He stepped forward and took each of the punished globes into his palms. Her breasts were covered with thin welts that would match the thicker ones across her bottom. He rolled the pads of his thumbs over the swollen nipples loving the moans that came from his wife’s throat. Stepping back, he lifted the strap again and she was soon begging for mercy as he added another layer of welts to her breasts. She continued to twist and turn as the strap whistled through the air but never once did her hands drop from their required position.
She was sobbing and unaware he had finally stopped until he instructed, “Make your penance Rebecca.”
She looked at him, her face streaked with tears that continued unabated. “I’m so… sorry I was nau… naughty and didn’t obey you, Papa. Thank… thank you for span… spanking my ti… titties.”
“Strapped, Rebecca, I didn’t spank either your bottom or your titties.”
She blushed but nodded, “Ye… yes, sir. Thank you for strap… strapping my titties, Papa.”
He nodded and led her to her corner for the second time. He placed her against the wall facing out this time. She looked down to see the raised red lines crisscrossing both of her breasts. Her body shook with the pain, her tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Keep your hands on the top of your head and push those naughty titties out.”
She sobbed but obeyed, desperately needing his voice to soften, to give her some comfort as he usually did after he punished her.
Patrick knew what she wanted but had no intention of comforting her. He left her alone in her corner while he helped Eleanor gather her coat and bag.
Rebecca watched as he kissed her goodbye at the door and promised to get in touch upon his return. Hearing them reminded Rebecca t
hat he was leaving in the morning. She felt ashamed that she had caused him to punish her the night before he left. She suddenly realized she should have been already prepared for bed but didn’t even see her nanny. She heard Patrick return but he simply walked past her and sat at his desk.
She spent another half hour, breasts on shameful display when he finally called her to him. She approached him slowly, walking with the huge bulk of the nappy between her legs making her feel extremely awkward. Patrick still didn’t speak. He cupped both of her punished orbs in his palms before he stood and turned her to face his desk. Rebecca found her nappy pulled to her ankles and then he used his hand to force her to bend forward. She put her hands on the desk top to balance herself. When she felt him nudge her thighs apart, she spread her legs apart as far as the nappy hobbling her ankles allowed. She prayed he wasn’t going to strap her yet again.
He didn’t undress. He simply unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his erect cock. Keeping one hand on the small of her back to keep her in position, he guided his cock to her entrance.
Rebecca’s head arched back when she realized what he intended. “Noo… oh please. Oh God, no, not here…please!”
He ignored her and sank into her with one long push.
Rebecca groaned as he filled her, her swollen and welted lips spreading apart as he stretched her. She saw her nanny walk across the room and shame at being seen like this, naked, bent over a desk and being fucked flooded through her and she wailed.
Patrick smiled and thrust into her even harder. He reached down and took her welted breasts in his hands, twisting and pulling until she was screaming, her bottom wagging and twisting as she tried to escape his hold.
His fingers moved to her nipples and Rebecca practically swooned as he began to pinch and twist them. Her entire body was on fire and she sobbed as if her heart would break, not from her strappings but because for the first time, Patrick was simply using her body as if she meant nothing to him but for a vessel to pour into.
Patrick ignored her continued pleas for him to stop, to take her to his bed. He would teach her that she was his to take wherever he desired. Her comfort was not his concern. He should have taken her in every room of the house already, across every table, every chair, every single surface. He should have imprinted his ownership on her from the very beginning.
Instead, he had been coddling his child wife. Instead of seeking only his pleasure, he had begun to consider hers as well. That coddling stopped now, this very moment as he fucked her across his desk.
As he continued, Rebecca felt her kitty pulse and she unknowingly pushed her bottom up and back towards her husband.
Patrick responded to her movement by pinching her nipples almost flat. She screamed and jerked up, twisting at the intense pain. Patrick pushed her down and swatted her bottom again and again until she was once again in the position he had placed her in.
She had seen her nanny calmly working on her sewing. She looked up and met Rebecca’s eyes.
Patrick had seen the exchange and said, “I’ll be done in just another minute, Nanny.”
“Pay me no mind, sir. It is your right to use your little one whenever and wherever you desire. Take all the time you need,” was Catherine’s answer.
Rebecca hung her head, her humiliation complete. She sobbed at the intense shame. Her eyes clenched tight. She no longer felt the desire to seek her pleasure, she just wanted this horrible act to be over and done.
Patrick knew immediately when her humiliation overcame her desire. He continued to thrust into her and twist and pull on her swollen nipples for several long minutes. He finally pushed deep and erupted inside her. He pulled out of her roughly, her sex swollen and sore, her nipples on fire.
Rebecca sobbed but didn’t dare move. She didn’t see her husband adjust his clothing but heard him say, “I’m finished nanny, please put Rebecca in her crib.”
Hearing his callous words, shame engulfed Rebecca. She sobbed as she was helped to stand by her nanny and pulled away from the desk, her husband’s seed slipping down her thighs, her bottom and breasts aching, her face flaming with her shame. Her nanny simply reached down and ordered the young woman to step out of the nappy.
Rebecca did so, her tears continuing to fall. As Catherine took her hand, Rebecca finally understood her husband’s intentions. “Papa!” she wailed. “I want to sleep with you. I’m sorry Papa… please, Papa! I won’t disobey you again… please! I’ll be a good girl.”
Patrick knew she needed the lesson but he prayed it would never have to be repeated.
Rebecca sobbed the entire time she was readied for bed. She felt her nanny washing her between her legs and shame engulfed her as she realized what she had witnessed. A fresh nappy was soon pinned around the young woman, her genitals still throbbing from her strapping as well as the rough usage of her body. She was placed into some sort of bundling sack. Her arms were pressed tightly to her sides with her hands up under chin. Her nanny pulled the fabric down to Rebecca’s feet and tied it tightly. Rebecca felt like she was in a cocoon, barely able to move her arms or legs. She was put into her crib on her back, her bottom burning underneath her, her nipples throbbing and the ever present ache between her legs. She found she couldn’t look at her nanny, the shame of being fucked in her presence humiliating. She suddenly understood that she truly had no control. She might have succeeded in defying Patrick’s request she use her nappies but, oh God, at what cost?
Before the pacifier was pressed into her mouth, she sobbed, “Papa… Papa. I want Papa… why can’t I have my Papa?”
Catherine stroked the poor girls hair away from her wet cheeks and said, “You know why, Becca. Did you think your flagrant disobedience would not be discovered? I wonder if you still believe not obeying your Papa by using your nappy is worth it. Do you think such disobedient little girls are allowed to share their Papa’s beds? Sleeping with your Papa is a privilege, little one, and you must show that you can earn that privilege. Now, go to sleep and decide if you want to spend every night swaddled in your bag, your bottom and breasts hurting and welted, your little kitty burning with the need to spend after your Papa spills himself inside you.”
Rebecca’s sobs were so heart wrenching and uncontrolled that Catherine decided not to force her to accept the binkie. She didn’t want to take the chance that she might choke. Catherine leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Rebecca’s forehead, she knew the woman was in pain as well as horribly embarrassed at being taken in her presence.
Rebecca desperately wanted to be picked up, to be comforted, for someone to tell her she had been forgiven and was still loved.
Instead she heard her nanny whisper, “Words are easy to say little one. Begging for forgiveness when faced with a strapping isn’t a true sign of repentance. Think about what you must do.”
Catherine stepped away from the crib and blew out the lamp. She shut the door leaving their precious little one to sob herself to sleep and to think about her words.
CHAPTER 11
Patrick was up early the next morning. He had rolled over ready to take his little one when he remembered his bed was empty. He thought briefly of bringing his wife to his bed to satisfy his needs but remembered Eleanor’s words. Not being able to fall back to sleep, he packed for his trip and spent some time in his office gathering his papers. He saw the carriage pull up outside and asked Henry to give him just a few more minutes. Patrick stood outside the nursery door, his heart heavy. He hadn’t even wanted to leave Rebecca and leaving her under stern punishment made him sigh deeply.
Catherine stood beside him able to read his concern. He had given his instructions to Catherine after breakfast and knew his wishes would be followed.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, perhaps earlier than ten days. Do you have any questions or concerns about my instructions?”
Catherine placed her hand on Patrick’s arm. “Just go sir. Your Becca will be fine. Training is not expected to be easy but I promise, she won’t break but
she will learn the need to bend. She is a feisty little one but we both know how much she needs you sir. She needs you to remain firm. I’ll take very good care of your little one. Have a safe trip and don’t worry about us.”
Patrick nodded. He had complete faith in Catherine. He put on his hat and coat and with a final glance at the nursery door, he left his little one for the first time.
Rebecca had awakened early, only having slept fitfully throughout the long night. She had managed to roll onto her side which helped ease the ache in her punished bottom and breasts. Her heart pounded when she heard her husband’s voice outside her door and she waited eagerly for him to enter. She was going to beg his forgiveness and waited for the door to open. She began to whimper when it remained tightly closed. She could hear voices but was unable to discern what was being said. She barely breathed, straining to listen.
When she heard the front door slam and then the sounds of Patrick greeting Henry, she felt tears slide down her cheeks. He had left her without even saying goodbye. She cried harder, her hands locked under her chin so that she couldn’t even wipe her face or swipe at her runny nose. She was absolutely miserable, both physically and emotionally.
Catherine heard the cries and knew Rebecca was aware that her husband had left. She left Rebecca to herself. She wanted the girl desperate before she was readied to face the first of many days of intense training. Catherine returned to the kitchen to enjoy another cup of tea before preparing Rebecca’s bottle. Only after making sure she had every item she needed tucked into her deep pockets, did she return to the nursery.
“Good morning, Becca,” Catherine said cheerfully as she entered the room. She ignored the tears on Rebecca’s face as the young woman looked up at her.