Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (18 page)

Catherine smiled loving to see her little one up on her tiptoes stretching to reach the shelf, her naked wet skin glistening. 

Once the toys were in place, Rebecca expected to be wrapped in a towel and dried.   Instead, she was told to lie down on a towel that had been spread out on the floor.  Not wanting a spanking, Rebecca lay down and then watched as Catherine puttered about the room obviously gathering items.  She was shivering in the cool air after the warmth from the tub.  Her nipples had tightened and she wrapped her arms around her middle in an attempt to get warm. 

When Catherine knelt down beside Rebecca, she was smiling even as she tugged her arms down to lay at her sides.  “You are not to cover yourself little one.  I can see you are cold as your sweet little nips are like hard little buttons but it can’t be helped at the moment.” 

Rebecca flushed and looked away. 

Catherine smiled and continued just as if Rebecca was paying attention.  “You are being a very good little girl sweetie.  See how much nicer a bath can be when you aren’t getting your wet little bottom spanked?  You put your little toys up very nicely as well.” 

Rebecca refused to look at her.  She didn’t need praise from this woman and did her best to ignore what was happening.   Her attention snapped back when she felt the woman boldly spreading her legs apart.  She immediately tried to close them again for which she got the front of her thighs smacked.  She yelped and finally spread her legs apart. 

“That was naughty, Becca. I was so hoping I could tell your Papa what a good little girl you were.”

Rebecca felt a jolt of fear at her words.  Would Patrick see fit to spank her?  She had an awful feeling he wouldn’t hesitate and tried her best to mitigate her nanny’s words.  “I’m… I’m sorry, Nanny.  You… you just scared me.” 

Catherine grinned knowing the threat of another spanking from her husband was the true source of the girl’s fear.  “You’ll learn, little one.  Now, you just keep your legs really wide open.  I’m going to take care of that hair between them.  No little girl needs hair covering their sweet little kitties.” 

Rebecca’s face flamed and she squeezed her eyes shut.  Never in her life had she even thought about what this woman was easily discussing.  She honestly tried to obey but when the woman reached between her legs to run her fingers through the curls, she drew her legs together, put her hands down and tried to push Catherine’s away.  Her blood raced through her veins, her mind screaming that she should be fighting for her life while her body began to tremble.  Her stomach started to tingle for reasons she could not explain.

Catherine simply reached into her pocket and withdrew a tawse.  As the first slap of the leather hit Rebecca’s thigh, she screeched and tried to roll away. The battle was on. 

Catherine spanked Rebecca’s outer thigh and simply slapped a different area when the girl rolled the opposite direction.  After a half dozen swats, Rebecca began to cry and it was easy for her nanny to place one hand at the girl’s waist and hold her down.  “Naughty girls get punished Rebecca.  Put your arms over your head and don’t you dare move them.” 

Sobbing, the fire in her legs burning, Rebecca obeyed.  She was soon wailing as the tawse slapped again and again onto the front of each of her thighs until Rebecca willingly spread her legs wide apart in an attempt to stop the horrible sting of the tawse. 

Catherine looked down at the sobbing woman but said nothing.  She was thrilled that all though the pain must have been intense, Rebecca’s arms had stayed above her head.  She returned the tawse to the cavernous pocket and began the delightful chore of removing Rebecca’s pubic hair.  Catherine first used scissors to snip off most of the red curls and then lathered the remaining with a great deal of soap. 

Rebecca tensed when she felt the razor being dragged over her skin and barely breathed.  She was soon whimpering as Catherine took her time in shearing the small woman. 

She reapplied the soap twice more before she was satisfied.  Once she gave her a final rinse, Catherine took her fingers and spread the very exposed lips of Becca’s vulva apart.  She was gratified to see a good amount of cream oozing from Rebecca’s slit.  She loved the sound of the whimpering coming from the prone girl.  Catherine began to slide her finger very softly over the girl’s lips as well as occasionally teasing her by slipping a finger just barely inside.  “All that silly fussing was for naught Rebecca.  You are just soaking wet in this sweet naked little kitty.  Your Papa is going to be so happy.” 

Rebecca flushed at both the woman’s crude words as well as at the thought of Patrick seeing her in this condition.  She was mortified that the tingling was thrumming through her body and that this woman’s fingers were causing her stomach to clench and her heart to pound in her chest. 

Catherine just smiled and drew some of the girl’s cream up and over the engorged nub peeking out from its hood. 

Rebecca stiffened but as the older woman’s fingers began to circle around and around the sensitive flesh, Rebecca unconsciously arched her body, her legs trembling.  She no longer cared that this woman was touching her, she just wanted to explode, to relieve the awful tension in her entire body.  She had been kept aching all day and though she was humiliated, she desperately wanted the release, what her husband had called her ‘pleasure’. 

Catherine’s smile widened but after another few swipes with her finger, she stood and helped her young charge off the towel.  Rebecca’s entire body was flushed a pretty pink with a much darker rose color decorating both of her thighs.  Her breath was coming in short pants and she refused to look at her nanny, her face as red as her spanked thighs, a barely audible whimper filling the room.  Catherine took her by the hand and seemingly unconcerned about Rebecca’s nakedness or embarrassment, led her out of the room, up the stairs and into her nursery.  Catherine led the naked young woman to the corner where a low, white stool sat. 

“Sit here on your naughty stool and think about why I had to redden your legs young lady.  You can also think about what your Papa is going to think when he learns you were a naughty little girl in the bath.” 

Rebecca felt herself blush as she was pushed down onto the stool, her back to the room, her only view the corner of the wall.  She felt remarkably childish and couldn’t stop a tear that slid down her cheek. 

Catherine smiled to herself knowing that putting her charge onto a child’s stool, her nose in the corner would accomplish many things, mostly remind the supposedly lady of the house who exactly was truly in charge.

Rebecca didn’t fuss as she sat waiting while her nanny rummaged in the drawers of her dresser.  She was confused and trying to come to terms with what was happening.  She shivered in the cold air of the room and hunched herself even more into the corner.  She looked down at her legs, the stool so low that her knees where practically under her chin.  She saw the red marks from her spanking coloring her thighs and her hands lightly touched the hot skin.  Her mind was racing.  Why was her body betraying her when she hated what was happening to her?  Why couldn’t she control the feelings rolling through her?  The memory of the fingers between her legs as well as the desire for something she still didn’t understand caused her eyes to fill yet again and she fought not to cry.  She didn’t want to give this woman the satisfaction of reducing her to a sobbing child.  She worried her lip between her teeth and swore to remain silent and do as she was told until she could determine a way out of this horrible situation.  While she had willingly accepted Patrick’s proposal for this life, she had never considered being forced to accept another into their home.

Catherine stole occasional glances at Rebecca while she studied the contents of her dresser drawers.  She knew the woman was struggling to adjust, to accept her new role in life, one she was sure that the young woman had never considered even possible much less now her lifestyle.  While part of her might sympathize with her, she also understood that this young woman was a natural submissive.  Even though she hadn’t been instructed, she had kept her arms above her head until she was helped from the towel.  She had made no attempt after her spanking to close her splayed legs even an inch. She might not understand what was happening to her in her mind, but her body showed every sign of loving the unwanted attention. 

Catherine had been delighted in how quickly the little woman had responded when she had been brought to the edge of culmination.  Rebecca wasn’t the first adult little girl Catherine had trained but she was proving to be one of her favorites. 

She smiled and then turned to the naked woman.  “You may come out of your corner Rebecca.” 

Rebecca slowly stood, her face still as red as it had been when pushed down onto the stool. 

“Did you think about why you were put into the corner?” 

Rebecca looked down at her bare feet, her hands fluttering at her side.  She didn’t answer until a sharp swat to her bare bottom caused her to jump and squeal.  “Yes!” she shouted, her hand fluttering behind her now, desperate to cover herself. 

With a shake of her head, Catherine tightened her grip on the young girl’s arm and reached around to swat the precious bottom yet again. 

Rebecca danced in place as swat after swat landed on her bottom.  It took half a dozen swats before she finally shouted, “I’m sorry Nanny… please, no more, please don’t spank me!” 

“Then answer the question properly, Rebecca!” 

Another few swats landed on the rapidly reddening bottom before Rebecca cried out, “Yes ma’am!  I was naughty!  I…. I didn’t… didn’t open my leg… legs!” 

Her nanny nodded and satisfied, dropped the younger woman’s arm.  “That’s my good girl.  See, it isn’t that difficult to answer a question now is it?  I suspect you will spend a lot of time on your little stool young lady unless you learn to do as you are told.  Sitting on it with a roasted bottom instead of just hot little thighs will serve to remind you to obey.   Now, let’s get you dressed for bed shall we?” 

Catherine pulled a new nightgown over her naked body even as Rebecca’s mind continued to whirl with the emotions of the past hour.  Rebecca looked down and realized the fabric was incredibly sheer, her nipples were plainly visible through the thin cloth.  Her mind couldn’t adapt to the difference between the incredibly childish clothing she had worn since leaving the school to this very obviously adult garment. She absentmindedly ran her hands over the silky fabric.  She had never worn or seen anything so decadent. She blushed and when Catherine unpinned her hair and quickly brushed it, she finally mumbled, “Umm, you... you forgot my bloomers, nanny.”

Catherine smiled and hugged the little woman.  “Nonsense, Becca.  You will find that I don’t forget anything.  You won’t need bloomers when you go to sleep in your Papa’s bed.  He’ll only take them off of you to take his pleasure.   Now, let’s go find your Papa shall we?” 

Rebecca was embarrassed as she was led from the room understanding the implication of her nanny’s words and realizing that this woman knew that she would soon be taken by the man downstairs.  Actually speaking of the most private act caused Rebecca’s face to flame and her body to betray her once again as the tingling began in her lower regions. 

Catherine took Rebecca’s hand and led her from the nursery.  The hem of the nightgown brushed the floor, covering more of her than had been covered in days.  However, this garment offered far less concealment.  Rebecca’s nipples puckered tightly in the rather cool evening air and her feet were bare. 

Patrick was waiting in the parlor and the sight of her took his breath away.  She was stunning.  Her hair was flowing down her back, the ends brushing against the top of her bottom.  He could plainly see the way her perky nipples poked against the fabric of her gown.  His eyes drifted lower and his cock almost erupted inside his pants.  The curls previously covering her mons were gone.  Her nakedness accentuated the swollen lips of her womanhood.  He took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself.  She looked exactly how a new bride should appear, blushing and timid with her new husband.  He loved the fact that even though she might appear as an adult, the illusion was shattered as she was standing, her hand tightly clasped in her nanny’s as Catherine brought his wife to him. 

“She was very good during her bath sir but did earn a good dose of the tawse on her thighs.  She didn’t want her little kitty shorn but she learned she had no choice.  She also got her bottom spanked for misbehavior in her nursery.” 

Patrick could barely swallow but he forced his eyes back to his wife’s.  She was embarrassed he could tell.  He smiled seeing that delightful sign of her insecurity as she worried her bottom lip.  He had been able to hear her cries as well as the sound of the spanking she had been given and found both to be extremely satisfying.  He changed his expression into one of concern and began her next lesson in obedience.  “I’m sorry to hear that Rebecca. I wondered what all that caterwauling was about.  Rebecca, show your Papa your naughty thighs.  You’ll always be required to show me where your nanny spanked you.” 

Rebecca whimpered, not wanting to bare herself any further to this man.  However, when he raised one eyebrow in warning, she found her hands gathering the thin fabric and lifting it until her thighs came into view. 

“Higher Becca, hold it very high.  I want you to show me your naked kitty as well.” 

Sobbing, she pulled the gown up until it was at her waist. 

Patrick sucked in his breath at the sight.  Her thighs were still red with slightly raised welts.  He loved the sight but moved his eyes higher.  Oh God, her sex was perfect. It was slick and bare, her lips plump and full.   She stood with her legs tightly closed but didn’t resist when he reached out and forced her thighs apart.  “Good girl, let Papa look at you.” 

She shut her eyes and was unaware that she was whimpering as she felt his fingers delve over her nakedness. 

He spread her outer labia apart to see her pink inner lips.  He saw that she was already beginning to slick with her cream.  He roughly pushed a finger into her.  She moaned and attempted to pull away but her nanny stood behind her and held her upright.