Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (24 page)

Rebecca did so, her tears continuing to fall.  As Catherine took her hand, Rebecca finally understood her husband’s intentions.  “Papa!” she wailed. “I want to sleep with you.  I’m sorry Papa… please, Papa!  I won’t disobey you again… please!  I’ll be a good girl.” 

Patrick knew she needed the lesson but he prayed it would never have to be repeated.

Rebecca sobbed the entire time she was readied for bed.  She felt her nanny washing her between her legs and shame engulfed her as she realized what she had witnessed.  A fresh nappy was soon pinned around the young woman, her genitals still throbbing from her strapping as well as the rough usage of her body.  She was placed into some sort of bundling sack.  Her arms were pressed tightly to her sides with her hands up under chin.  Her nanny pulled the fabric down to Rebecca’s feet and tied it tightly.  Rebecca felt like she was in a cocoon, barely able to move her arms or legs.   She was put into her crib on her back, her bottom burning underneath her, her nipples throbbing and the ever present ache between her legs.  She found she couldn’t look at her nanny, the shame of being fucked in her presence humiliating.  She suddenly understood that she truly had no control.  She might have succeeded in defying Patrick’s request she use her nappies but, oh God, at what cost?  

Before the pacifier was pressed into her mouth, she sobbed, “Papa… Papa.  I want Papa… why can’t I have my Papa?” 

Catherine stroked the poor girls hair away from her wet cheeks and said, “You know why, Becca.  Did you think your flagrant disobedience would not be discovered?  I wonder if you still believe not obeying your Papa by using your nappy is worth it.  Do you think such disobedient little girls are allowed to share their Papa’s beds?  Sleeping with your Papa is a privilege, little one, and you must show that you can earn that privilege.  Now, go to sleep and decide if you want to spend every night swaddled in your bag, your bottom and breasts hurting and welted, your little kitty burning with the need to spend after your Papa spills himself inside you.”  

Rebecca’s sobs were so heart wrenching and uncontrolled that Catherine decided not to force her to accept the binkie.  She didn’t want to take the chance that she might choke.  Catherine leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Rebecca’s forehead, she knew the woman was in pain as well as horribly embarrassed at being taken in her presence. 

Rebecca desperately wanted to be picked up, to be comforted, for someone to tell her she had been forgiven and was still loved. 

Instead she heard her nanny whisper, “Words are easy to say little one.  Begging for forgiveness when faced with a strapping isn’t a true sign of repentance.  Think about what you must do.” 

Catherine stepped away from the crib and blew out the lamp.  She shut the door leaving their precious little one to sob herself to sleep and to think about her words.

CHAPTER 11

Patrick was up early the next morning.  He had rolled over ready to take his little one when he remembered his bed was empty.  He thought briefly of bringing his wife to his bed to satisfy his needs but remembered Eleanor’s words.  Not being able to fall back to sleep, he packed for his trip and spent some time in his office gathering his papers.  He saw the carriage pull up outside and asked Henry to give him just a few more minutes.  Patrick stood outside the nursery door, his heart heavy.  He hadn’t even wanted to leave Rebecca and leaving her under stern punishment made him sigh deeply. 

Catherine stood beside him able to read his concern.  He had given his instructions to Catherine after breakfast and knew his wishes would be followed.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, perhaps earlier than ten days.  Do you have any questions or concerns about my instructions?” 

Catherine placed her hand on Patrick’s arm.  “Just go sir.  Your Becca will be fine.  Training is not expected to be easy but I promise, she won’t break but she will learn the need to bend.  She is a feisty little one but we both know how much she needs you sir.  She needs you to remain firm.  I’ll take very good care of your little one.  Have a safe trip and don’t worry about us.” 

Patrick nodded.  He had complete faith in Catherine.  He put on his hat and coat and with a final glance at the nursery door, he left his little one for the first time.

Rebecca had awakened early, only having slept fitfully throughout the long night.  She had managed to roll onto her side which helped ease the ache in her punished bottom and breasts.  Her heart pounded when she heard her husband’s voice outside her door and she waited eagerly for him to enter.  She was going to beg his forgiveness and waited for the door to open.  She began to whimper when it remained tightly closed.  She could hear voices but was unable to discern what was being said.  She barely breathed, straining to listen. 

When she heard the front door slam and then the sounds of Patrick greeting Henry, she felt tears slide down her cheeks.  He had left her without even saying goodbye. She cried harder, her hands locked under her chin so that she couldn’t even wipe her face or swipe at her runny nose.  She was absolutely miserable, both physically and emotionally. 

Catherine heard the cries and knew Rebecca was aware that her husband had left.   She left Rebecca to herself.  She wanted the girl desperate before she was readied to face the first of many days of intense training.  Catherine returned to the kitchen to enjoy another cup of tea before preparing Rebecca’s bottle.  Only after making sure she had every item she needed tucked into her deep pockets, did she return to the nursery.

“Good morning, Becca,” Catherine said cheerfully as she entered the room.  She ignored the tears on Rebecca’s face as the young woman looked up at her. 

Rebecca didn’t speak but just watched her nanny as she worked around the room. 

When Catherine was prepared, she stood over the crib and gently rolled Rebecca onto her back.  She untied the strings at Rebecca’s feet and began to push the heavy cloth up until Rebecca’s legs were free.  Rebecca sighed in relief, the cool air very welcome against her sweaty legs.  Her relief didn’t last long as she felt her nanny pushing her legs apart.  Rebecca blushed as she felt her nappy unpinned and pulled open. 

Catherine didn’t comment on the fact that the cloth was still bone dry though she was surprised.  Rebecca had not been put on the potty for hours and Catherine knew the girl’s bladder must be close to exploding.  She shook her head in silent disapproval but continued to work to remove the sleep sack.  Once the bag had been drawn over Rebecca’s head, Catherine gently massaged each of the stiff arms. 

Rebecca closed her eyes as the massage continued.  It felt very good and relaxed some cramping muscles.  Suddenly, she realized that she had another problem.  Her bladder was cramping, demanding to be emptied.  Rebecca gritted her teeth, her mind refusing to do as she had been instructed. 

Catherine saw the girl squirm and heard the barest of whimpers.  She ignored Becca’s discomfort.  The girl might think she was in control but Catherine knew that nature would soon take the choice away from her stubborn charge.  Rebecca was helped from her crib and led to the changing table.  Though she was sweaty and needed a bath, Catherine simply put her on the table and soon had her diapered.  She didn’t bother dressing her for the day as yet.  Instead, she slipped a short nightshirt over her head and then helped her off the table. 

Rebecca clenched her thighs as tightly together as she could though the bulk of her nappy made it impossible to completely close her legs.  She still hadn’t spoken, too ashamed at what had been witnessed to find any words.  Rebecca was expecting to be taken into the kitchen for her breakfast but found herself led to the rocker and pulled onto her nanny’s lap.  Her nanny pressed the hated bottle to her lips.  Rebecca turned her head away, the thought of any liquid causing her bladder to clench. 

“Aren’t you hungry sweetie?” Catherine asked as she began Rebecca’s first lesson.  Rebecca shook her head and was shocked when the bottle wasn’t forced into her mouth. 

Catherine simply slipped it into her pocket, helped Rebecca off her lap and led her downstairs into the bathroom. 

Oh, thank you God, thank you.   Rebecca practically bounced and her hands unconsciously cupped herself between her legs, the pressure increasing at the thought of being allowed relief.

Catherine smiled and didn’t reprimand her though she would usually get a very hard spanking for touching herself.  Instead of opening the door to the water closet, Catherine opened a cabinet and pulled out two items.  Rebecca’s eyes grew wide at the sight of a very large thermometer and some type of jar.  She began to whimper and pull away from her nanny’s hold. 

“You must be coming down with something Becca, it isn’t normal for you not to be hungry.  I’m going to take your temperature and don’t want you to fuss.” 

Rebecca was pulled down across her nanny’s knees and felt her nappy being pulled down until it rested just under the curve of her bottom.  She didn’t dare move, terrified that she would wet herself any moment. 

Catherine removed something from her pocket and then held her tightly against her waist with one arm as she put the thermometer into the jar of lubricant.  She knew the first battle was about to begin.  “Becca, reach back and open your bottom for me.” 

Rebecca’s face burned at the instruction and she began to wiggle, struggling to get off her nanny’s lap. 

Catherine just tightened her hold.  “Are you going to start your day with a spanking Rebecca?” 

Rebecca didn’t answer, just began to struggle even harder, whining in desperation, her eyes locked on the door to her potty chair. 

Sighing, Catherine picked up the small paddle she had removed from her pocket and without another word, slapped it onto Rebecca’s bottom. 

Rebecca was soon wailing and fighting for a new reason, her bottom burning as the paddle continued to connect with her already bruised nates. 

“Your spanking will stop when you reach back to open your naughty bottom so I can take your temperature.” 

Rebecca heard the warning and as the paddle continued to punish her, she knew she would be spanked until the end of her life until she obeyed her nanny’s order.  After several more intense spanks, she found her hands fluttering back behind her. 

Catherine stopped the spanking and smiled. 

Sobbing, Rebecca forced herself to touch her very hot bottom and pull herself slightly open. 

“That’s my good girl.  Spread your bottom open really wide until I have your thermometer seated.” 

Rebecca’s face blazed almost as red as her newly spanked bottom.  She lay still draped over her nanny’s lap, her sobs ragged as she forced her hands to willingly open her cheeks. 

Catherine removed the thermometer from the jar and placed it at the puckered opening to Rebecca’s bottom.  She slid it slowly inside and listened as Rebecca screamed as if she was being murdered.  “Hush, I know this doesn’t hurt Rebecca.  Little girls have had their temperatures taken up their bottoms forever and not one has died from it.  Settle down and be still.  You don’t want to lose it inside your bottom.  You may remove your hands now.” 

Rebecca had gone stock still at the possibility of losing the awful invader inside her.  She barely breathed as she felt the thermometer being pushed deeper inside her.  Catherine settled the thermometer keeping her fingers around it, her hand resting lightly against Rebecca’s hot spanked bottom.  She listened to Rebecca cry but smiled when she realized the girl was lying still, no longer fighting having her temperature taken. 

Rebecca only wanted it to be over, the thermometer removed from her body.  Instead, she felt it being moved around inside her bottom.  Not a muscle twitched as she felt strange sensations moving within her.  She felt it being removed and held her breath.  She then moaned unconsciously as it was returned deep within her. 

Catherine continued to withdraw and reseat the thermometer until she felt Rebecca begin to squirm over her legs.  Smiling, she finally withdrew it completely in one quick pull. 

Rebecca gasped, covering her face with her hands, not knowing how to cope with the sensations.  “Well, your temperature is just fine Rebecca.  You aren’t sick so I suppose you are just being naughty.” 

“Noooo,” Rebecca moaned.  She knew what happened to naughty girls and her bottom was already hurting. 

“No?  Good girls drink their milk Rebecca and we both know you didn’t want your bottle.  If you aren’t sick and aren’t being naughty, then tell me why you didn’t want your bottle?” 

Rebecca squirmed, her bladder reminding her of its desperate need.  She sobbed, “I… I need to pot… potty.  Please, I need to go potty!” 

Catherine smiled, this battle was almost done.  She pulled Rebecca’s nappy back into position and helped her off her lap. 

Rebecca looked desperately towards the potty but was pulled from the bathroom.  “Oh please, please, Nanny, please!” 

Catherine led the girl back to her nursery and back to the rocker.   

Catherine sat and after pulling a large piece of rubber matting from her pocket and spreading it over her knees, she pulled Rebecca onto her lap. 

Rebecca’s face was burning at seeing the sheet.  “Plea… please, Nanny, don’t make… make me do this.  I… I just can’t. I’ll die of sh… shame!” 

Catherine pulled the girl against her chest and began to gently rock.  “Rebecca, stop fighting it sweetheart.  If you didn’t expire last night when your Papa fucked you over his desk while I watched, and you didn’t die of shame opening your bottom to have your temperature taken in your little bottom hole, you most certainly will not die with the shame of going potty.” 

Rebecca wailed even louder. 

“You need to potty and you are wearing your nappy.  That is what it is for.  You won’t win this, Rebecca Louise McGavin.  As stubborn as you are, even you can’t fight nature forever.  Haven’t you learned by now that you will never win when you are naughty?  Do what your Papa instructed and go potty.” 

Rebecca shook her head against her nanny’s breast, her mind fighting her body’s need.