Jason Gets Raped by marmot in which a naughty husband is taught to trust Jason Gets Raped Jason was in a field of clover with his wife Livia, their arms and legs wrapped around each other. Livia was caressing Jason's member, admiring it. Jason told her to put it inside her. "No, dear one; let me be in charge," she said and squeezed his scrotum painfully. No. The clover blossoms perfumed the air as Jason held Livia close. As they embraced, Jason rolled over atop Livia and entered her. "Not like that, dearest," she said, and turning him over her knee, she spanked his bottom. NO! Jason and Livia just held each other close, the clover tickling their bare bodies as they cuddled each other tenderly. Livia gently took Jason's hard penis in her soft hand and stroked it lovingly. "I love you so much, Livia!" Jason whispered, his eyes closed. "I love you too, dearest, but what are you doing?" Jason nearly jumped out of his skin. His eyes snapped open and he saw his wife standing in front of him. She looked so radiant standing over him, her curvaceous frame filling the doorway to the bathroom, her white nightgown barely covering her big bouncy breasts. Her blue eyes sparkled, and her lips were curled up in an amused grin. Jason quickly took his hand off his rapidly shrinking member and attempted to stand. "No, Jason!" Livia admonished. "Knees, little one." Jason fell back to his knees, bringing instant relief to his tender, bruised feet. "Um, I can stand, Livia. It doesn't hurt that much." "I know, my love, but if you don't stand until I say, you'll heal more quickly," his wife corrected. "Besides," she giggled, "you still can make something else stand, I see." "I, um, I can explain, Livia." Jason felt himself blush. "No need to, you cute little male." Livia squatted down, her thick legs on either side of Jason. She grasped his slender arms tenderly. "Oh, my love! I've been neglecting you lately, haven't I?" "Oh! No, Livia. I-I'm just a bad--" Livia put a finger to her male's lips, satisfied at his instant silence. "No, Jason. Just listen. I've been so caught up in helping you behave that I haven't been taking your other needs into account. You little darling, longing so for me, yet feeling that you must pleasure yourself. What you did was naughty, but because you didn't know any better, I'm just going to give you a small spanking." "No cane?" Jason knew he sounded like a child, and the thought irritated him. "No cane this time." Livia ran her fingers through the sandy hair of her small, guileless male. "So childlike," she thought, pleased. She sat on the side of the tub and patted her lap. Much to her satisfaction, her male obeyed quickly, settling over her ample lap for his spanking. But despite his carefully nurtured submission to her, Livia still noted the fear in his gray eyes. She wiggled Jason on her lap, allowing his penis to fall between her thighs, where she squeezed it, comfortingly. Then she placed her hand on his round bottom and prepared him for his spanking. "What a naughty male, Jason!" she scolded. "Jason never pleasures himself without permission! Your body is mine, little male. I'm in charge of you, and only I say when - or if - you can have pleasure." Livia stopped the scolding prematurely. Already, her male's cheeks were streaked with tears. Jason was usually very responsive to scolding, but this time much more so than usual. "The little dear probably feels very guilty." Livia thought. Jason lay on his wife's lap, feeling ashamed. Ashamed of what he did. Ashamed because Livia was angry with him. But mostly ashamed that he was afraid of his wife, afraid of being punished. He was not a child, he was a man! He had just resolved to act like one, when the spanking started. Almost immediately, Jason began crying like a big baby. The spanking was over quickly, but his bottom hurt a lot when Livia was finished. Jason felt small and vulnerable as his wife let him up and cuddled him. At the same time both noticed that his erection had returned. If anything, it was larger than during his fantasy. Jason met his wife's gaze and blushed again. Why was he so aroused by getting spanked; what was he turning into? Jason lowered his head, ashamed and fearful. "There, there. I still love you, little one." His wife was always so comforting. "Livia still loves Jason." Livia put her big arms around Jason. Automatically, he snuggled into her warm embrace, then stiffened as she started stroking his erect member. Was his wife as turned on as he was by the spanking? Timidly, he looked up into her eyes. They were brilliant blue gems, fairly glowing with lust. His wife set him on his knees in front of her. Jason was used to this position by now, and was only a little shy. He found himself returning her engaging smile. "Now Jason," she said. "When you want sex, this is what you do. You kneel in front of Livia and you get Livia's attention if she's busy. Do you remember how Livia likes you to get her attention?" "By kissing your feet." Jason said, meekly. How could he forget? He'd been kissing her feet several times a day for the past week. Whenever he did, it made him feel small and foolish and vulnerable, and he didn't like feeling that way all the time. But Livia liked it; she purred like a kitty when he kissed her feet. And Jason felt so very good inside when he made Livia happy! Absently, he stroked her pretty feet. Deep inside himself, Jason felt kissing Livia's feet was nifty; it was like saying "I love you" to her over and over again. And her feet were so lovely, small - at least compared to her legs - and shapely. "That's, right; just like that!." Livia praised her little male. "You are so sweet!" Jason looked up with a gasp. How long had he been bent over like that, kissing his wife's feet? Looking up at his wife, Jason felt himself blush more deeply, very embarrassed that he would do something like that so readily, and without even meaning to. "There, there, darling." Livia reached forward, taking her male's small hands in her large, soft ones. "Livia knows you love her, and it's perfectly normal for a male to want to pleasure a female he's in love with. You can kiss my feet even if you don't want anything in particular." Still holding Jason's hands, she stood. "Now let me show you how Livia tells Jason she wants sex." Jason felt squished under his wife as suddenly she pounced upon him. Her large breasts felt heavy on him, and she was kissing him so hard he could hardly breathe. Her substantial weight crushed him into the cold floor of their bathroom. Her sex felt so hot and wet against his still throbbing penis, and her panties were delicious, satiny smooth. Jason felt his heart leap into his throat as she smothered him in her passionate embrace. He felt himself surrender to his wife's lust, moaning wordlessly as she pinned him under her. She was so gentle, so tender that he felt like a fragile flower under her touch. She murmured to him softly, maternally, and he felt like a little child in her tender care. And he squirmed out from under her and stood on painful feet. "I-um, Livia, I just can't, er I'm not a - oh, just stop it!" Livia was confused, and not a little concerned for her male. "Jason, what's wrong, baby?" "I'm NOT a baby!" Jason whined. He stomped his foot petulantly, both punctuating and belying his protest, and let out a cry of pain as a result. He shifted gingerly from one sore foot to the other, quickly pulling up his pajama pants. "And, um, and I can't ...do that... if you don't let me be the man." "I understand." Livia rose to her feet, controlling her rising anger with some effort. "Little Jason, I want sex with you." She stepped toward him, and he backed away fearfully. "And little boy, I am going to have sex with you now, the way I want it, not the way you think it should be done. Now I would rather not pin your little male body to the floor and rape you, but you will have to trust me. Jason my love, will you submit to me, and let me make love to you my way?" "No!" Jason tried to run from his wife, managed three painful steps into their bedroom before collapsing and holding his sore feet in agony. At once, Livia was upon him, a strong, sinewy, and very angry tigress. He tried to get out from under her, but his weak arms could find no leverage, and she quickly had him pinned between her powerful thighs. Jason cried out painfully as she locked her legs together and squeezed. Her legs forced the wind out of him. When she relaxed, he gasped in air only to have it forced out immediately as she squeezed again. She repeated this twice more, and Jason whimpered, afraid and becoming lightheaded. Finally, Livia stopped squeezing and sat upright. Still holding him immobile, she reached down and grasped his pajama shirt and pulled. With a great ripping sound, the shirt came apart easily. She then reached further and grasped the pajama pants and ripped them at the seams. When Jason realized what his wife was doing to him, he again tried to struggle, but was much too weak to do anything to stop her. Livia methodically pulled the shreds of his clothing from his helpless body, then reached for his underwear. Jason felt completely emasculated as his wife ripped his undies from his privates, leaving him naked between her thighs. Livia's heart was so heavy when she saw her male finally break down and cry. His voice acquired the quavery, newborn quality it usually only took after she used the cane, and she felt her maternal nature awakened. She cuddled her male in the embrace of the same legs she just used to punish him, and found herself becoming more and more aroused. She pulled him up until his face was pressed against her soft, lacy panties. Jason snuggled his face against her vulva and wept like a spanked child sobbing into a pillow. The sight of her male so fragile and exposed, both physically and emotionally, and his nuzzling against her vulva so enflamed Livia's passions that she could wait no longer. Gently, so as not to panic her little male, nor disturb his newly exposed submission, she slid down her panties, soaked now with Jason's tears as well as her juices. Then she pulled her weak little slave's face into her wet vulva. Almost immediately, she was enveloped in a deep, shuddering orgasm. She kept Jason there, coming hard against his face, then she started rubbing him against her vulva now hard, now soft, now slowly, now quickly. Livia used her male to bring herself to orgasm again and again, until finally she lay back, spent for the moment. She rested her back against the dresser and cradled her precious little male between her legs. His cute face was red from his exertion and from the friction of their sex. As her male lay catching his breath, Livia reached down and stroked his flushed face affectionately. "Now, you cute little male, that wasn't so bad, was it?" "Oh, Livia! It was wonderful!" Jason breathed. He had never felt so overwhelmed. He was rapturous, overcome with his wife's taste and scent, and the feel of her sex against his face, and the weakness and helplessness he had felt when she used him to pleasure herself, and the physical exhaustion of being rubbed so much against her sex. He felt like he was part of her, intended for her pleasure, and what they had just shared just now was even better than the nights - and days - of passion during their honeymoon. "And don't you wish you had simply trusted Livia, so she didn't have to rape you?" As he lifted his head to meet her knowing gaze, Jason realized that his wife had just raped him. And that he had made her rape him because he wouldn't trust her to fuck him her way. What they had just shared together was wonderful, and he knew he wanted it to be like that between them from now on. The thought of how naughty he was to run from her broke his heart anew. Livia felt a deep maternal concern for her male as once more he began to cry, the tears streaming down his ruddy cheeks and mixing with her come. As he lay there between her legs weeping openly and unashamedly, his wife spoke comforts to him. "There, there, dear one. Livia's here, little Jason. I've got you, little baby. You're gonna be all right. Oh, wasn't Jason naughty to run from Livia! But it's ok now; Livia made it all better." She bent down and kissed the top of his head. I love you, little one, and you have to trust me to know what's best." Jason nodded. "I'm sorry, Momma!" He whispered, still nuzzled against her panties. He was so thoroughly regressed and emotionally exposed that he didn't even notice what he said. But Livia noticed. His surrender of his foolish male ego and acceptance of her rule over him so moved her that tears trickled down her cheeks. "You'll trust Livia from now on, won't you, little one?" "Yes, Momma -- I mean yes, Livia." Jason looked up and nodded with a sincerity that made Livia weep for joy. She pulled her sweet little male up to her bosom and cuddled him close. He clung to her nightgown and kissed her breasts. She lifted his chin and kissed his lips tenderly. "Oh, Livia, now you're crying!" Jason looked at his wife alarmed. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, silly!" Livia was amused and touched by her male's ingenuous concern. "I did -- by not taking charge of you sooner!" Jason's wife stood with him in her arms and gently laid him in bed. She noticed his penis pointing up at her, again hard and throbbing. "Now I am going to have sex with you again, my way." She said to him with mock severity. "Any complaints, little boy?" "No, ma'am." He replied with an exaggerated meekness, and they both dissolved into laughter. Livia straddled her precious little male and stripped off her nightgown. He lay beneath her, naked both physically and emotionally, waiting for her to make love to him her way, finally trusting in her care for him, at last allowing Livia her proper place over him. Jason shivered with pleasure as his wife mounted him. She leaned forward, resting her great weight on him, letting him suckle at her ponderous breasts, while she fucked him. Slowly, his wife slid up and down, riding his trapped penis, as he murmured his love for her. "I love you too, Jason," Livia said to him. "I'm so glad I married you, you cute little male!" How he loved it when she called him that!