Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca
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Rebecca moaned and sucked her thumb harder as she felt the nozzle press against her bottom.
“Shhh, push back honey, open your bottom for nanny. Come now, you know how to open your sweet little bottom hole. You’ve taken my fingers, now take your little nozzle.”
Rebecca flushed, the words painting an obscene image in her mind. She wanted to deny the previous invasions she had accepted into her most private place, but as the pressure increased, she reluctantly obeyed. That little effort allowed her tight anal ring to open enough for the nozzle to press inside. She groaned as she felt it pushed deeper inside; far deeper than anything before.
Eleanor watched her face as Catherine worked to fully seat the nozzle. Though the girl was flushed and moaning, her mouth working around her thumb, she no longer fought the invasion. “What a good girl you are, Becca. Your little hole opened and you took your nozzle like a big girl. Just relax now while your bottom swallows your medicine.”
By the time Rebecca’s bottom had almost taken the very full bag, she was grunting and twisting as much as possible within the confines of her crib. Her stomach was cramping and she felt as if she would explode. She lifted her cheek off the mattress and begged for the hundredth time. “Oh… oh please… please, Nanny, please take it out. I… I can’t hold it! Please, it… it hurts me.”
Eleanor stroked her back and then her bottom again and again. The contact did nothing to comfort Rebecca. “Please Nanny Eleanor… please tell her to take… take it…. out.”
Eleanor smiled at hearing the title given her by the trembling woman but sternly said, “Settle down, Rebecca. You have just earned one stroke of the cane. Would you like another?”
Rebecca sobbed and shook her head, her body convulsing with the forced fullness. The promise of a cane stroke assured she didn’t beg again. The bag continued to empty until every single drop was inside Rebecca’s bottom. She moaned at the incredible fullness and then screamed as never before when a blazing line of fire connected to her upturned bottom. She saw Eleanor lower the cane she had used.
“You bottom did swallow every drop despite your whining and only earned yourself a very nice wheal. Are you going to earn another or behave?”
The fire across her bottom from her very first caning forced Rebecca to promise loudly, “Noooo, please no more. I… I’ll be… behave.”
“Good choice. You will be still and will keep it all inside until it does its job.”
Rebecca sobbed, her stomach rolling but had no choice. After several additional minutes, she felt her nanny working the nozzle from her bottom.
“Clench your bottom tight, Becca. Keep your water inside until I put you on the potty.” Rebecca nodded frantically, clenching herself as tightly as she could. Eleanor made her suffer for an additional fifteen minutes knowing how excruciating the task was but wanting to set a proper example of future enemas of which Rebecca would be forced to endure.
At a nod from Eleanor, Catherine helped Rebecca from her crib and down the stairs to the bathroom fearing she would never make it.
Rebecca walked hunched forward, one arm holding her distended tummy, the other hand behind her holding onto her punished bottom. She whimpered as she was lifted onto the potty for the first time in over a week. She was left alone to empty herself of the enema. The relief was intense though seemed to last forever. Once she was done, she found she didn’t know what to do. She hadn’t been allowed onto the potty in days and never allowed to relieve herself alone. She was scared to get off the chair without permission, the burning wheal from the cane serving as a reminder of what happened to disobedient little girls.
“Nanny? I’m… I’m finished,” she finally called out. She breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened and even though it was Eleanor, she lifted her arms out.
Eleanor smiled at the childish gesture and lifted her from the potty. “All empty? That’s our good girl.”
Rebecca smiled so happy to hear some sort of praise. She was soon soaking in the warm water and began playing with her toys. Nothing more was said of the awful experience and Rebecca was grateful. She realized that nothing was ever said of her diaper use either. She flushed with the shame of it all but put it out of her mind as she was quickly bathed. If she didn’t think about it, if it was never referenced then, perhaps, it never really existed. She was dried and returned to the nursery.
Though she had prayed for deliverance, she didn’t whine as she was pulled face down over Eleanor’s lap. Her spanking was delivered quickly and, though much lighter than her previous bedtime punishments, even the light strokes caused her already blistered bottom to burn hotly. She was placed back onto her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks and led back into her crib. As the restraints were put around her thighs, she whimpered and looked up. She relaxed at seeing no bag but then saw that Eleanor was holding a strange box. She also saw the cane leaning against her crib. “Wha… what is tha… that?” Rebecca asked in a soft voice as if terrified of any possible answer.
Eleanor smiled and said, “Nothing to worry about sweetie. Now, just relax while your nanny takes care of you as I don’t believe your hot little bottom wants another single stroke if you are naughty again.”
Rebecca shut her eyes discovering that she probably didn’t want to know what was in that box and definitely agreed that her bottom was beyond painful. Her thumb was guided back into her mouth and she latched onto it immediately. She flinched at the touch of the cold lube as it was applied to her bottom hole. She tensed, expecting the pressure of her nanny’s finger, the nightly invasion having become routine. Rebecca no longer struggled or cried as she was penetrated. If she were honest, she still found it very shameful but even more humiliating was the fact that she felt her kitty moisten and her tummy tingle. She felt the finger slip up into her and moaned.
Eleanor watched as the girl was penetrated and saw that Rebecca didn’t fight or complain. Her nipples drew up into tight little points as a second finger was added to her bottom and her pussy was growing quite wet. Eleanor stepped forward and began to play with Rebecca’s sweet nipples. Rebecca moaned and lifted her bottom, her breathing quickening, the fire between her legs igniting.
Catherine removed her fingers and Eleanor grinned when Rebecca moaned and lifted her bottom, obviously wanting to be filled. Catherine opened the box and removed the smallest of the anal dilators. Eleanor watched as she lubed it well and then placed it against Rebecca’s relaxed opening. Rebecca moaned, her bottom wiggling and then they all watched as she stiffened when the plug began its journey.
“Ohhh, it hurts… noooo, please!” Rebecca begged as whatever was being pushed into her stretched her poor muscle. “Stop, please. Nooo, Nanny don’t. It… it hurts my bottom! It’s too big… it will rip me! God, stop! Please, please don’t!” Her pleas were ignored as the plug was gradually worked into her bottom.
Eleanor guided her thumb back into her mouth, softly crooning to her, her fingers gently tugging on her erect nipples. “Shhhh, sweetie. Just relax. Suckle your thumb and relax your sweet little bottom hole. This is just a tiny little stopper and we all know your Papa is much larger.”
Rebecca screamed as the plug was pressed against her tight sphincter which fought hard against the invasion. She continued to beg for mercy though none was given. She refused to think about what Eleanor had just voiced. The thought of her Papa actually taking her in her bottom was too horrid, too terrifying to contemplate.
Catherine kept constant pressure on the plug and moved her free hand to Rebecca’s slit, gently stroking her until the girl was moaning for a different reason.
She arched as her clit was teased trying to push against the welcoming finger while pulling away from the awful pressure against her bottom hole. With a final, firm push, her bottom opened and accepted the widest part of the invader. Rebecca screeched as she was filled and then gradually relaxed. Whatever her nanny had put into her bottom was stretching her, filling her more than even the enema nozzle. She felt the item move insid
Eleanor chuckled at the little churning bottom and undid the restraints. Rebecca blushed and whined a bit as she was turned onto her back, her eyes glazed with need.
“Are… am I… please, please… may I...” Rebecca tried to articulate her thoughts but the shame and realization that she was lying naked with something lodged deep inside her bottom, her cream oozing from her body caused her to be unable to finish. Her nanny just smiled acknowledging the girl’s immense arousal and shook her head. Rebecca gave a little sob at the denial yet again and found herself quickly diapered and put into her sleep sack.
As Eleanor buckled the binkie around her head, she smiled, “Now little one, you have a binkie in your mouth to suckle and a nice little stopper inside your sweet little bottom. And, yes, little one, you will keep it well up inside your bottom until your Nanny removes it for you. No need to fuss as you truly have no choice in the matter.” She adored the flush that crept up Rebecca’s neck to cover her face.
She was left alone as usual, her mind struggling to adapt to yet another lesson, knowing that Eleanor had been correct. She had made her choice weeks ago and though she had not truly known the price of her decision, she was quickly learning. She squirmed and gasped at the unfamiliar yet not altogether unpleasant feeling of fullness in her body. She was tingling all over, her body struggling to find some sort of release.
CHAPTER 12
Rebecca was playing in the bath when her Papa returned home. Catherine smiled up at him as he grinned down at the domestic scene. Patrick put his finger to his lips and just watched as his child/wife giggled and played with her toys. “Up now, Becca, I need to wash your bottom.”
“Yes ma’am, Nanny. Are your going to wash dolly’s bottom too?” Patrick heard his wife answer obediently.
“Why don’t you wash dolly’s bottom while I wash yours, sweetie.” Catherine handed Rebecca a small cloth and guided the young woman to stand, her back to her husband.
Patrick’s brow lifted as he saw the condition of Rebecca’s little bottom. It was swollen and bruised and he saw a very obvious cane wheal. Catherine continued to scrub her charge and Patrick noticed that his little one winced a bit when her obviously tender bottom was scrubbed but didn’t fuss. She stood obediently and was mimicking her nanny’s movements with the same doll she had first detested. Patrick couldn’t help but grin at the sight.
“Bend over now sweetie, I need to wash your little pucker. I know it is a little sore from your enema this afternoon but I’m proud of you because you didn’t earn a stroke of the cane this time did you?” Patrick watched as his wife shook her head and obediently bent forward.
“No, ma’am, I was a good girl but… I still don’t like it!”
Catherine chuckled, “I know little one but I will always keep your bottom nice and clean both inside and out. Open your bottom for me.”
Patrick almost shot in his pants and he watched Becca drop her doll and reach back to put her hands on her own bottom and pull her cheeks apart, exposing her bottom hole. Patrick got a good look at the slightly swollen hole and gulped. “That’s a good girl, honey, but I know you can open your bottom wider than that.”
Rebecca blushed but pulled her buttocks apart even further and bent a bit more at the waist, lifting her bottom high for her nanny’s washing.
Catherine smiled up at Patrick as she gently washed the area. “Are you still sore from your bottom binkie last night?” Catherine asked, actually informing Patrick of what Becca had been experiencing.
Becca nodded shyly and answered almost too quietly for Patrick to hear. “Ye… yes ma’am. It… it is so big and… hurts me up inside my bottom.”
Catherine nodded and finished washing her bottom. “Now Missy, you know you aren’t even near being filled very fully. You also know the proper name for your binkie so unless you want a nice switching right here,” she paused and very deliberately tapped the intimate area under discussion with the tip of her finger, “I suggest you answer properly. What really hurts when you are getting your binkie put inside your bottom?”
Catherine knew the girl was still hugely embarrassed at being made to speak explicitly about what her body was experiencing. She also knew it was a great tool in submission and wouldn’t hesitate to use any tool available.
Patrick watched as his wife shuddered all over, her flush now moving up her entire body to settle in her sweet face. She took a big gulp of air and spoke. “No… please don’t switch my… my bottom hole. I’m sorry, Nanny Catherine. I mean, my… my bottom binkie hurts my… my bott… bottom hole when you put it inside my bot… bottom. It really really hurts me when it stretches me so wide.”
Patrick couldn’t believe how far his little one had come in his absence. He wished he had been with her every single moment to watch the transformation though he also knew it would have turned out differently in his presence. He unselfconsciously reached down to adjust his raging erection as he continued to watch the bathing tableau and listen to the titillating conversation.
Catherine began to wash the little upturned bottom, paying particular attention to the reddened and slightly swollen anus. She heard Rebecca gasp as she slipped a bit of the soapy cloth up inside her bottom but the girl had learned the hard way not to pull away from any ministrations to her bottom hole. “I know little one but you have been so good about taking your bottom binkie. You are ready to graduate to the next size of bottom binkie and your Papa is going to be so proud to see you take your binkie deep into this sweet little bottom. You’ve been such a good girl lately and except for your bedtime spankings, this little bottom hasn’t gotten any spankings in days.”
Becca smiled and giggled as if happy hearing her nanny’s words.
Patrick was amazed and stunned at the scene and the conversation. Becca willingly opened her legs wide when instructed and as the cloth dipped between them, Patrick felt his cock thicken even more painfully against its confinement. He had missed his wife desperately after being able to sink himself into her several times during each day and again when he took her to his bed. These past few days had tested his self control, a battle he felt he could quickly lose.
Instead, he forced himself to breathe deeply and get himself under control. He stayed still until she was finished with her bath. Catherine smiled and nodded to him as she stood and stepped away from the tub.
Rebecca squealed in fright when she felt herself lifted straight out of the water. When she was turned to face her husband, she screamed and threw her arms and legs around him. Patrick was delighted at the welcome, hugging the wiggling, soaking wet woman against his chest.
“Papa… Papa… Papa,” she repeated until Patrick laughed loudly.
“That’s right, Becca, your Papa is home.”
She giggled and when he tried to set her down, she clung to his neck. Patrick peeled her hands away. “Let Nanny dry you off sweetie. I’m not going anywhere.”
Rebecca blushed seeing that she had soaked his suit and then turned bright red as she realized she was totally nude and then wondered how long he had been standing there.
He grinned seeing her blush and knew she was embarrassed.
She wiggled and squirmed while she was dried with a fluffy towel.
Patrick wrapped the towel around her tiny body and picked her up into his arms. He nodded once at Catherine and then carried his wife to his room.
Rebecca was beyond happy. Her Papa was home! Patrick set her down on the bed and she suddenly found herself to be shy, her body aching for him but her mind warning her that he had been so angry when he left on his trip. Her hands clung to the towel as she watched him remove his wet clothing.
He turned to her and saw her blushing and trembling. He smiled down at her remembering the first time he had placed her on his bed. “I missed you, Becca. Did you miss your Papa?”
She looked up at him, her green eyes shining as they met his deep blue ones. She saw the love in his eyes as well as desire. He wasn’t angry any longer. Shuddering just a bit, she nodded and relaxed her grip on the towel.
Patrick gently removed it from her and tossed it onto the floor revealing her freshly scrubbed body, her skin glowing from both the bath and her arousal. He climbed onto the bed and gently laid her down. She unconsciously spread her legs apart, her freshly shorn mound causing his heart to pound even harder. He could see that she was scared but had also seen the need in her own eyes. He bent to kiss her and she clung to him, her mouth opening for his tongue. He groaned as he explored her sweet mouth and felt her breasts against his chest. He continued to kiss her as his hand explored her. He tweaked a nipple and she groaned into his mouth as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. His hand dropped even lower and she immediately spread her legs wider. She was soaking wet, her lips slippery against his fingers.
Patrick had stopped at Eleanor’s on the way home to hear about all that had transpired during his absence. He had been amazed at the story and though he had just heard Catherine’s words and seen his wife’s obedience, he wanted additional proof of Rebecca’s training. He lubricated his finger in Rebecca’s abundant cream and then pressed it against her puckered hole. He waited for her to flinch or to fight. Instead, she lifted her hips slightly and pressed herself against his finger. He kissed her even harder and slowly began to press his finger into her bottom. Her moan was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Her bottom opened to him, her nipples tightening against his chest.
He released her mouth and saw her blushing. “Keep your eyes on mine, Becca, let me watch your sweet face.”
Her eyes widened and her flush deepened but she kept her green eyes locked onto his deep blue ones. He pressed his finger into her another inch. He heard her small whimper but also felt her bottom moving against his invasion, pushing down as if to seat his digit more fully into her bottom.
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