Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (11 page)

Patrick gently laid his bride on his bed.  She still slept.  He undressed her quickly and when she began to stir, he simply shushed her.  She didn’t fully awake even when he had her down to nothing but her drawers.  He loved the sight of her on his bed, her sex almost visible through the thin silk of her drawers.  He tugged her drawers down and found it difficult to breathe and almost decided to wake her up and claim her as his own. 

The look of exhaustion on her face and the tiny whimper she issued when she rolled off her bottom and onto her side stilled him.  He gritted his teeth as he swiftly pulled the same nightgown over her head and then simply pulled back the covers and slipped her beneath them. She seemed to smile in her sleep as she curled up.  He realized she must be cold as he saw her tightly puckered nipples and her red bottom through the gossamer fabric.  Groaning again, he forced himself to pull the quilt up under her chin.  She placed her hand under her chin and fell into an even deeper sleep. 

Patrick stepped away from the bed before he found himself doing something he’d regret.  While it was true he now owned the girl, he didn’t want her first experience with sex to be one that would terrify her.  He grinned knowing that more than concern for her fear he wanted her wide awake and fully aware of every single sensation when he took her virginity. 

He undressed quickly and after checking the fire, slipped into the bed beside her.  She didn’t waken when he pulled her back to spoon against him.  He might have decided to postpone his husbandly rights, but it didn’t mean he intended to deny himself the warmth of her body.  She caused him to once again question his decision when she squirmed against him.  His breath caught as her silk covered bottom pushed against his throbbing organ.  He gritted his teeth until she settled, obviously now warm and comfortable.  He felt her totally relax and knew that while she was sleeping peacefully, it would take him quite some time to either relax or sleep.

CHAPTER 6

Rebecca moaned and slowly opened her eyes.  She was puzzled as to where she was and then froze.  She was in a bed and though it was definitely the most comfortable one she had ever slept in, she realized she wasn’t alone.  Memories of yesterday flooded her mind and the one foremost was that she was now married.  She didn’t dare move and felt a heavy weight on her stomach.  She cautiously looked down and saw a large tanned arm around her waist, the hand cupping her breast.  She also realized she was practically naked!  She blushed and wanted to bolt from the bed but didn’t dare wake the man pressed up against her.  She saw that she wasn’t truly naked.  She was wearing the nightgown she had worn after her bath.   The memory of her bath and the horrible spankings caused her to bite her lower lip, the shame of it all flooding her senses.  She froze again when the arm tightened around her.

“Good morning, Becca,” she heard. 

Patrick’s voice filled the air and she thought of ignoring him and pretending to sleep.  His hand moved from her breast to lie on her tummy and pulled her tighter against him and she realized she needed to use the bathroom.  He chuckled and said, “I know you’re awake, Rebecca.  Are you going to start the day out being naughty?  Have you forgotten already what it feels like to have your little bottom spanked?” 

She blushed and stiffened as his hand moved from her stomach to pat the bottom under discussion.  Just the light touch of his hand caused her to wince.  Her bottom was still very tender.  It also helped remind her of what he did to what he considered to be naughty girls.  “No… no sir.  I… I didn’t forget.” 

Patrick stroked her bottom, his cock once again hardening. 

“I…I need to use the bathroom please.” 

Patrick patted her bottom once again and then sat up.  “Don’t you mean you need to go potty little one?” 

She blushed at the childish word but her need overrode her shame.  “Um, yes sir.  I need to use the potty.” 

“Try again Rebecca.” 

She hated him at this moment.  She gritted her teeth.  “Papa, I need to… to go potty please.”  She closed her eyes as he climbed out of the bed and she realized he was truly naked.  Her face was flaming.  She had slept next to a naked man all night and not even realized it.  She heard his laugh and then felt him pull the covers off her.  She immediately felt the cool air across her body and it both tightened her nipples as well as caused her need to increase.  She opened her eyes and saw him holding out his hand.  She was extremely grateful that he had pulled on a pair of pants though his chest was still bare.  She took his hand and covered her breasts with her other.  He immediately used his free hand to smack her bottom. 

“You know better than that.” 

She dropped her hand, her face flaming.  He led her downstairs and to a door next to the kitchen.  She was about to balk at being led outside almost naked.  Before she spoke, he opened the door and she gasped.  It looked the same as the one in the house last night, complete with a large copper tub.  She looked for the chamber pot but didn’t see it. 

Patrick chuckled as he saw the confusion on her face.  Without a word, he bent and lifted the hem of her nightgown up and over her head.

Though the gown had offered very little covering, she moaned at its removal.   She desperately wanted to cover herself but remembering the pop against her bottom, didn’t dare.  She watched as he opened a separate door and she saw that he had a chair identical to the one at Miss Summers, unusually large, especially to her. 

Patrick smiled and explained, “I don’t want my little one having to traipse outside to go potty, especially naked.  It was easy enough to simply add walls around your potty chair.” 

She was horribly embarrassed.  Obviously this strange man had extremely peculiar ideas of what was proper.  “But….I…I can use a chamber pot.” 

Patrick laughed as if she was being silly.

“No little one.  Chamber pots are for adults when it is too late to go outside.  You are just a little girl and now you have your own potty chair.  Besides, a chamber pot doesn’t suit my needs.” 

She blushed at the conversation and then shrieked as she was lifted off her feet and placed on the seat.  She wanted to beg him to leave or at least turn around but knew he would simply refuse.  Trying to act like it didn’t bother her, Rebecca did what her body required without fussing. 

She was proud of herself until she heard, “That’s my good little one.  Now spread your legs so I can clean you.”

Seeing him raise one eyebrow in warning, she opened her legs a tiny bit.  She heard him chuckle again and found she was learning to hate that sound.  He simply reached down and spread her himself with one hand while he cleaned her with a cloth with the other.  Obviously ‘his needs’ meant he wanted to be able to easily spread her legs in order to touch her anyway he desired.  She clenched her eyes shut as if doing so would make what was happening go away. 

He found he didn’t like her trying to shut him out.  “Open your eyes Rebecca.  Don’t close them again.” 

She forced her eyes open which were filled with unshed tears. 

“Good girl.”  He kept his fingers between her legs and watched her reaction.  He had long since dropped the cloth.  His fingers moved once again to stroke between her lips. 

She bit her lower lip and tried not to react.  She felt so many different things and didn’t know what to do or say. 

Patrick didn’t need her to say a word.  The evidence he found quickly coating his finger gave him the answer he sought.  He grinned and then stood and lifted her off the potty.  She was carried naked back to the bed and tossed down on it.  She tried to scurry back under the covers but he simply pulled them off the bed.  She looked up to see that he had shed his pants and that his manhood was sticking straight out from his curly hair at the juncture of his legs. 

She tried to close her eyes but he said, “No!  Look at me, Becca.  Look at my cock.  You’ll get used to seeing it as well as feeling it.  You might be young, you are definitely a virgin, but I don’t believe you are totally ignorant of what a cock is for now are you?” 

She had never been more embarrassed and Patrick felt himself become harder just from watching her face.  “Answer me Rebecca.” 

She shook her head, unable to speak. 

He gave her another chance.  “Don’t make me warm you bottom first, answer me young lady.” 

The threat did the trick, “No… I… I know what it… it’s for.” 

He nodded but still wasn’t satisfied.  “Not good enough, Becca.  What do you think is going to happen now?  What am I going to do with my cock?” 

She couldn’t help it.  Her eyes shut tightly, her heart threatening to hammer out of her chest.  She was terrified both of what he was saying and the way her stomach was feeling.  She had felt an ache begin in the bathroom when he had laid his hand on her sex.  The ache seemed to be growing and she didn’t know what to do. 

She felt him kneel on the bed and felt his hand under her chin, forcing her face to his.  “Open those eyes Rebecca, it is going to happen but whether it happens after I roast your bottom is your choice.” 

She drug her eyes open, tears slipping down her cheeks.  She saw the truth of his words in his eyes as well as something she couldn’t identify.  She didn’t dare look down, she didn’t desire to see his… his cock.  She kept her eyes on his, her face flushed, her breath coming in gasps. 

He took one of her hands in his and without looking guided it to his erection.  She pulled back but he easily pulled her back.  “Touch me, Becca.  Put your hand around my cock and feel it. Touch it and tell me what I am going to do to you.” 

She gasped as she felt her hand guided around his cock.  He forced her to encircle him as much as she could.  She was shocked at both how hard and how soft he was.  She had never truly seen a man in such a state and had certainly never once thought of touching one.  She felt his warmth and the pulsing of his blood.  Her own heart thumped louder.  She saw him watching her and she finally answered, “You… you are going to… to take me, sir.”  She was blushing as she spoke and almost released him when she felt his cock twitch.  She yelped and he grinned but kept her hand pressed around him.

“Yes little one.  But the proper word in this house is ‘fuck.’  I am going to fuck you, Becca.” 

She gasped at the vulgar word, her face flaming.  Never before had she imagined hearing the word spoken aloud. 

Patrick grinned as she began to bite on her lower lip. He increased the pressure of his hand causing her to hold him even tighter.  “I am your husband and I am going to fuck you whenever, wherever, and however I desire.  I am going to teach you to pleasure me, to serve me as a good wife should.  When you share my bed, you will be my wife and learn many things.  When you are out of this bed, you will be my little one and learn other, though still very important, things.  Your purpose now is to serve me and make me happy.  I will fuck you often and I will also spank you just as often for I find hearing you cry and seeing you with a welted, red bottom pleasures me greatly.” 

She was shocked at his words though she had already begun to understand this man was different from most men.  He didn’t ask for what he wanted, he simply took it.  He didn’t care if she was unhappy, his happiness was what mattered.  He definitely didn’t seem to care if her bottom was on fire—in fact, he had just admitted that he loved seeing her punished and promised to continue to redden her bottom.  She felt the tingle in between her legs grow but her head was screaming at her to run. 

He sensed her intentions and tightened his grip around her hand.  “You chose to wed me Rebecca.  You signed the certificate and Mrs. Williams witnessed it.  You aren’t a stupid girl.  You do know what men and women do together don’t you?” 

She blushed furiously but, her bottom lip held with her teeth, she nodded. 

“You are my wife Rebecca and belong to me.  You have nowhere to go and though you might not find the sort of marriage I desire is what you expected, this is now your life.  I promise to take care of your every need even as you learn to take care of mine.” 

Her head was spinning.  His words sounded sincere and she knew he would keep her safe.  She also was being forced to keep her hand wrapped around a part of his body she had never expected to come into such contact with.  Her breath was coming out in small pants and she felt him twitch against her fingers again.  She was surprised when he removed her hand and sat back on his heels.  She refused to lower her gaze, her hand now feeling empty and she didn’t know where to put it.  Patrick simply took both of her hands in his.  “I wasn’t planning on doing this but I want to make certain you understand.  If you find this all too horrible, if you can’t stand the sight of me, if you are desperate to escape me and our marriage I will take you back to the school and have our marriage annulled as I have yet to take your virginity.” 

He was pleased to see she looked a bit shocked as if never expecting a way to escape.  “You might be asked to remain in Mr. Danvers service or he might refuse to employ you.  I will even settle a small amount of money in your name so that you won’t be totally without funds.” 

She found his eyes with hers.  His were clear and blue while hers were filled with unshed tears.  The thought of leaving terrified her.  The thought of being put aside once she had wed had never occurred to her.  She couldn’t even imagine the shame she’d feel if she ever saw Miss Lambert again.  The woman would gloat and forever remind her of how she had been set aside by her husband, unable to even be the ‘whore’ he had obviously wed her for. 

He saw her confusion and softened his voice even further.  “I will not apologize for the sort of man that I am.  It is simply my desire to be your husband to appease the legalities of society.  However, I am far more desirous to be your Papa.  I want to teach you, to give you pleasure until you scream for me to stop and teach you how to pleasure me.  I admit, I will also punish you often and severely, Rebecca, for hearing you scream for mercy will also bring me great happiness.” 

Rebecca felt her entire body quiver.  Never in her life had she ever imagined what was even now happening.  His words were ones she couldn’t process within her mind but she felt a tightening in her stomach, a tingling between her legs.  She truly had no idea of what to do or how to even begin to respond.