Homecoming

by Maggie Ryan

  “Twelve,” he said softly as he tapped the cane against her bottom. He didn’t speak again but saw her take a deep breath, nod and then relax her clenched bottom. He lifted the cane and began.

  Lucy’s breath left her as the first stroke seared her bottom. It burned like fire and was quickly followed by another, perfectly placed a bare half-inch below the first. She had forgotten the agony that a thin rattan rod always delivered when used on a small, defenseless bottom. By the time the fifth wheal raised on her buttocks, she was arching her back and pulling against the restraints.

  “Papa … ohhh, Papa, please!” she begged. “I’ll be good … please no … ahhhhh!” she cried as the sixth stroke landed against her full cheeks that were once more tightly clenched. “It … hurts!”

  “Round your bottom and submit, Lucille. Clenching is only causing more pain with your binkie plug in your bottom,” Lucas instructed, waiting to lift the cane again until he saw her cheeks go soft over the pillow. “You are being punished, little one, and punishment is meant to hurt as it teaches a lesson. It hurts me when my little one forgets her previous lessons and interrupts her Papa.” The next stroke landed across her tender sit spot, causing her bottom to jerk and bounce across the bolster. “It hurts me that my beautiful sweet bride’s naughtiness is forcing me to take a cane her naughty bottom.” She tried to remain still but human nature had her squirming and twisting her bottom from side to side in an effort to avoid the unforgiving bite of the cane.

  “Settle, Lucille,” he said sternly. “Continued disobedience calls for sterner lessons. We’ve had many a discussion as well as sessions with the paddle and strap because you seem unable to understand the severity of your behavior. Perhaps after experiencing the cane, you will learn to curb your tongue.”

  “I have, Papa … ohhhhh, please … I’m sorry … Papa,” she sobbed as another stroke landed across her upper thighs. The cane fell until ten wheals clearly served as evidence of her punishment. Moving to her left side, Lucas placed the next stroke diagonally across her cheeks, the wheal instantly blooming as she screeched out her agony. Steeling his heart, he moved to the other side of the bed, lifting his arm once more, giving her the final stroke to ‘close the gate’. Lucy bucked hard, her bottom churning as the fire spread from the last wheal, reigniting the burn from all previous strokes.

  He gave her a few minutes to compose herself, waiting until her body relaxed and her hands stopped pulling on the restraints. When he stepped up to the bed again and presented the cane to her lips, she instantly kissed the thin length of rattan.

  “I’m so sorry, Papa. I … I won’t ever inter … interrupt you again. Tha … thank you for … for teaching me my les … lesson,” she said her voice thick with tears.

  Lucas placed the cane on the bed, wanting her to be able to see that, while this caning was complete, the instrument would be readily available for use if she failed in properly submitting and making her required penance.

  Lucas heard her sniffle as she watched him release the cane and then open the box. Her eyes slammed shut. He knew the shame at what the box held made her want to deny what was going to happen. “No, Lucille, no hiding. You’ll keep your eyes open.” He waited until she obeyed him, her violet eyes swimming with tears.

  He remained silent as he began to work the plug currently residing in her bottom in and out of her. His actions drew a deep moan from her, her legs trembling but she wasn’t attempting to thrash about. When he popped the plug out of her bottom, she gave a short yelp and then seemed to melt across the bolster, a soft moan barely audible in the room.

  He saw her eyes flutter closed but then open again, as if knowing he was checking her obedience. They widened just a bit as he lifted the next-size plug from the box. She watched as he applied a generous coating of lubricant to its tip. Her teeth captured her bottom lip in a way he had learned meant she was very anxious, but no plea for leniency came from her mouth. Lucas moved to her side again, the fingers of one hand going to spread her red cheeks apart a bit more, exposing her bottom-flower to him.

  “Unclench your bottom, Kitten,” Lucas said quietly, even as he placed the tip of the plug against her opening. “Push back and open your flower for me.” Though she whimpered, he saw her attempting to obey, her bottom unclenching until the plug began to slide into her.

  “Oh, Papa,” she moaned as her flower was forced to stretch further than it had ever before. “Please … oh, Papa, it’s sham … shameful; please just … just take me.”

  “Shhh, you are doing well, Lucy. There is no shame in submitting to whatever your husband requires of you, little one. The only shame you should feel is in your being naughty enough to require the lesson,” he said calmly, though he never paused in advancing the plug until she had accepted the entire length. “I will accept your penance, little one, but it won’t be until your flower has been properly prepared.”

  Lucy buried her face in the mattress as he again began to play with the plug. Though its initial insertion had caused a flash of pain that rivaled that of the wheals across her bottom and its size caused her to feel uncomfortably full, it was not hurting her. She had never imagined this punishment, never even considered that her bottom-hole was used for anything other than what God had intended. As her husband continued to stroke the plug in and out of her bottom, sometimes quickly and sometimes the movement barely noticeable, she had the thought that perhaps this, too, was part of God’s design. After all, a woman was to submit to her husband, not only to his discipline but to his desires as well. She had seen the plug in Emmie’s bottom and finally accepted the fact that her husband was probably not the only man to claim this part of his wife’s body as his own.

  Suddenly she had a different thought. Did other husbands take the time to prepare their wives? Did other husbands make sure that those same wives understood exactly what was going to happen? Were they given an opportunity to think about why they were being punished, or were they simply bared, caned and taken, without hearing the love in their husband’s voice as he took the time to reassure his wife that, while she was to be punished, she was very deeply loved? She was so deep in thought that when he popped the plug from her, she gave a startled yip, rather than a cry.

  Lucas moved to the head of the bed. As he undid the restraints, freeing her wrists, Lucy felt a confusing mix of emotion run through her. She realized that, with the freedom he was allowing her, it would no longer be as easy to deny her participation in the conclusion of her punishment. It had surprised her to find that she hadn’t been hurt with his preparations throughout the day. It had touched her that he had been so incredibly patient and gentle with everything. It had filled her with gratitude that he was strong enough to truly punish her when she had earned it and yet never once attempted to embarrass or humiliate her in any way. As she watched her husband shed his clothing, exposing his erection, she felt a consuming need and desire to offer herself completely, to perform her penance and truly prove her contrition. When he reached once again for the jar of lubricant and spread a thin coating along the length of his shaft, she whispered, “Thank you, Papa. Thank you for … for being so gentle. I … I’m ready, Sir.”

  Lucas saw the acceptance, as well as the need, written across her beautiful face, the desire to submit reflected in the depths of her eyes. Ready to continue, he bent and gave her cheek a tender kiss before climbing up onto the bed.

  Lucy took a last, deep, calming breath and spread her legs further apart, feeling him settle between them. Without waiting for instruction, she reached back and grasped the cheeks of her bottom, opening herself to her husband. Despite her slight moan of discomfort as she felt the raised raw wheals that were still burning across both globes of her bottom, she felt a sense of utter submission run through her, knowing this was what was needed. “Papa, may I make my penance?” she asked, her voice no longer ragged as she accepted the need for his discipline.

  “Yes, Kitten, you may,” Lucas said softly. Lucas reached for the jar of lubrican
t again. He applied a liberal amount on her exposed flower, easily able to push a single finger inside. She gasped as he withdrew his finger and placed the tip of his slick cock against her opening. Lucas knew she had been properly prepared, and though it would most definitely be uncomfortable for her to accept him, she would be able to do so without harm. He didn’t speak as he pressed his hips forward; as he entered her and she whimpered he reached out and placed his hands on hers.

  She was grateful for his loving touch as her bottom was introduced to his shaft for the very first time. Her head arched off the mattress and she gave a short cry as the head of his cock began to force her bottom-hole to stretch far wider than any of the plugs.

  “Oh … oh, Pa … Papa,” she moaned. Recognizing that she wasn’t begging for him to stop, Lucas gritted his teeth but paused for a few brief moments. Though she wouldn’t be aware of it, it was taking every ounce of his self-control to remain motionless instead of plunging deeply and immediately into her back passage. He saw her flower stretching around his thick cockhead, knowing that stretch was far more than she had experienced to date. Her small body would never allow her to easily accept him in her back passage without at least a bit of pain. However, not only was it his duty to teach his naughty girl the consequences of her continued disobedience, it was his absolute right as her husband to decide what those consequences entailed. Tonight, they entailed learning that her bottom-flower could—and would—accept her husband’s cock.

  “Lucille, open for me,” he instructed. He saw her attempt to pull her cheeks further apart and shook his head. “No, Kitten, push down, as if you were pushing my cock out, to open your bottom-hole. Push back and take Papa’s cock into your bottom. You were a very naughty little girl, and Papa is teaching you the proper penance for such naughtiness. You need to open your flower because Papa needs to fill your bottom with his cock and give you a good hard buggering.”

  Lucy was shocked at his crude words but understood they served a purpose in adding to the lesson. He wasn’t making love to her nor was he being as gentle as he had been when using the plugs. No, that time had passed. This time was to make sure she understood exactly what being made to perform this penance meant. His use of a word she’d never dreamed of hearing from his lips focused her mind on exactly where he intended. Finding strength she didn’t know she possessed, but trusting him unconditionally, she obeyed and pushed.

  Lucy clenched her eyes at the increasing pressure. Then her Papa gave a very firm thrust and popped through her resistance. Her head lifted and she gave a sharp cry, her hands moving from position to claw at the sheets in an attempt to crawl forward, off the wedge, to get away from the pressure inside her rear passage.

  Not wishing to have cause to repeat the caning, Lucas softly instructed her to settle, pulling her back into position, holding her hips firmly. Though he was punishing her and would not go as slowly in the future, for this first penetration Lucas continued to restrain himself. He was taking his time, moving slowly but steadily, ignoring her cries and quick sharp yelps as her velvet walls were forced to dilate and accept her husband’s shaft, until he was completely seated deep inside her bottom.

  “Please … no … no more. I … I can’t take … more. I’ll be good … I promise, Papa; I’ll not be naughty, ever again!” she begged.

  “Lucille, hush. You’ve taken me completely,” Lucas said, quietly but firmly. “I’m deep inside. You’ll make your penance now.”

  Lucy couldn’t believe that she had accepted every inch of her husband’s long, thick shaft. It had felt as if he were splitting her in two, her body incapable of performing the required penance for her misbehavior. With the realization that, though she did feel uncomfortably full inside a place she had never imagined her husband filling, she could feel his groin tucked snugly up against her hot bottom. She accepted his words. Her face blazed anew, realizing that her husband was not buried in her cunny but was totally buried in her bowels. Her body had accepted his entire cock, and her heart finally accepted his right to be exactly where he was. She had been very naughty, and it was time to prove that she was truly repentant for that naughtiness.

  Feeling her relax, her hands no longer fisted in the sheets, Lucas knew it was time to continue her lesson. With his groin tight against her bottom, he could feel the heat of her wheals against his skin. He moved his hands from her hips, his fingers splaying across the wheals on her bottom. As he pressed against a raised wheal, he heard his wife give a deep moan, though she didn’t attempt to move away. Lucas was proud of her but had no intention of allowing her to forget what was happening.

  “Where is my cock, Lucille?” he asked, rocking back and forth just enough so that she could feel his cock shifting inside her. He saw her shake her head against the sheets. Past experience told him that his precious little one did not wish to speak of such intimate or embarrassing things. He had other ideas. Just as being made to open her own bottom cheeks for his cock, being required to speak about what was happening, the reality of her required penance, would remind her that she had vowed to submit and to obey her husband, her Papa. He lifted one hand and popped her right cheek, her hips jerking as his palm connected to her hot buttock. “Answer me, Lucille. Where is your Papa’s cock?”

  Lucy shook her head again, but when she felt his hand lift again, she lifted her head. “In … my bot … bottom,” she managed, her face turning as red as her punished globes.

  “Why is your Papa’s cock in your bottom, Lucille?” Lucas asked, rocking a bit faster and hearing her groan of discomfort.

  “Be … because … because you are pun … punishing me, Papa,” Lucy said, her insides clenching when she felt him pull back and push forward again, stretching the very walls of her bowels with every movement.

  “No, Lucille,” Lucas corrected. “Papa punished your disrespect earlier when you received your spanking this afternoon. I punished you for your tantrum with the paddling I gave you before your nap, and little one, I punished you for your failure to hold your tongue with the cane just a short time ago. That was your punishment. Tell me why you are over your punishment pillow, opening your flower and taking your Papa’s cock into your naughty bottom.”

  Lucy’s thoughts churned as she tried to both think of the correct answer as well as accept the cock moving ever faster inside her. When Lucas drove forward to the hilt and then stilled, her mind cleared.

  “Penance!” she cried, her head arched back. “I … I am making my penance, Papa. Please, please … you … you are so big. I’m sorry … please, Papa, I … I can’t. Please take … take it out,” she begged, her voice breaking as she cried and answered simultaneously.

  “No, Lucille, I will not take my cock out of your bottom. Your bottom belongs to me and I will bugger it whenever I feel my naughty girl needs to remember her vows to submit and obey her Papa’s rules. You will learn, little girl; I guarantee you will learn not to interrupt or argue with your Papa.”

  “I … I won’t … I promise, Papa … please …” she screeched as he tightened his grip on her hips and pulled almost completely from her bottom.

  “Just as you make your penance with your mouth, you will make your penance with your bottom,” Lucas said as he drove deep into her again. When his groin was once more flush with her skin, he felt her surrender.

  Lucy stopped squirming under him, her head stopped its thrashing back and forth and her hands stopped clawing at the sheets. She lay her cheek down on the bed, her tear stained face relaxing just the slightest, and he felt her bottom push up and back as if offering her bottom to her Papa. He felt her shudder and he reached up to gently pull her hair off her tear-stained cheek.

  His words had finally penetrated the fog of her mind. She understood every word he said and seemed to draw strength from them. She did need to make a penance, for that was the only way in which she’d feel completely forgiven. Lucy’s eyes closed briefly before she turned slightly to look back at him. “I’m … I’m sorry I fought you, Papa … plea
se … please take my bottom … please help me make my penance,” she said, softly.

  Lucy had never imagined anything such as this, and realized that this position, her bottom being claimed in such an intimate, shameful manner, truly made her feel incredibly submissive. Though submission consumed her when she was on her knees, making her penance with her mouth, nothing compared to this. Nothing made her feel more owned, more controlled, more submissive than having her husband’s cock claim the tight passage of her bottom. She was somewhat shocked and ashamed when she again felt the familiar tingle begin in her stomach. She instinctively knew she was not to be aroused by this act. She had been very naughty, had been punished, and was now making her penance in the most intimate way she could imagine. She moaned deeply, not even realizing when her bottom began to lift and push back against her husband.

  Lucas knew he shouldn’t be surprised, as he had learned how sensual and sensitive his little one was. However, he knew he could not allow her to spend when she was performing a penance. Soon he would teach her the pleasure she could find when he made love to her bottom, however, this was not that time. It was time to release his steel control. He gripped her hips tighter and began to pound into her, his hips thrusting faster, withdrawing and advancing again and again into her velvet depths.