Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (26 page)

“She has been truly horrid today.  I was just about to give her a reminder of what happens to very naughty little ones.  Help me get her over the ottoman.” 

“Noooo! Please no spanking!”  Rebecca sobbed and begged even as she was put onto her own two feet and led, none too gently, towards the large padded ottoman that was her destination.  Becca fought like a wild cat and it took both women to finally secure her in position.  She continued to pull against the restraints, her hair wild and tangled as she cried and struggled until she finally sank exhausted onto the ottoman.  She knew that trying to escape a spanking simply made it much, much worse but she was unable to stop herself from continuing to battle the women.  She was unable to articulate why she was being so horrid, why she felt the need to fight every little thing today when she had been so well behaved lately.  She was frustrated and though her mind screamed for her to apologize and beg for leniency, her heart and body simply refused to calmly accept what was inevitable. 

By the time the strap stopped falling onto her upturned bottom; every inch of it as well as the backs of her thighs were welted and Rebecca could barely draw in enough breath to cry.  When she was released it was only to be led to her corner by her nanny. 

“Push that bottom out young lady.  Don’t think for a moment that I won’t strap you again if you fuss in your naughty corner!  You keep that bottom lifted high and on proper display.  After all, you must have wanted it nice and hot and throbbing since you’ve certainly gone out of your way today to make sure it is.  Now, lift and push it out or I’ll strap you so hard you won’t sit for a week!”

Rebecca knew the woman spoke the truth.  She stood on display, sobbing as if her heart was breaking but kept her throbbing bottom pushed well out.  She was left to suffer her misery in her corner while the two women spoke quietly. 

Catherine and Eleanor retired to the kitchen for a much needed cup of tea and Catherine brought Eleanor up to date on Rebecca’s training.  “She has done rather well for the past several days.  However, she has just been horrid today.  I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve had to spank her bottom and this certainly isn’t her first trip to her corner.” 

Eleanor nodded having seen obvious evidence of multiple punishments on Rebecca’s bottom even as her nanny gave her another layer of blistering welts.  “I can’t say I’m surprised, Catherine.  It has been a week and about time for her to act out.  She was basically just submitting to avoid punishment which we both know is not true submission.  Her Papa had become far too lenient with the poor child.  It takes something rather severe to bring the purpose of her life back into focus.  The regimen Patrick dictated is very strict and he is forcing her to submit without his presence or his comfort.  It makes it doubly hard for a little one to accept her choices when she doesn’t have her husband to reaffirm that she is making the right choices in truly submitting in all ways.  Society has no true idea of what is required to live this lifestyle though we all know it is one that Rebecca thrives in.” 

She glanced back over at Rebecca and lowered her voice.  “Catherine, the poor dear has got to be extremely sexually frustrated and I’m sure she misses Patrick for that alone.  I realize he always made sure that you and he kept her aroused daily but she could pretty much count on being allowed release when he took her into his bed every evening.  This denial of any release is contributing to her naughty behavior.  I’m a bit surprised it has taken this long for our dear girl to explode into such naughtiness.” 

Catherine agreed having spent countless evenings hearing the sounds of Rebecca receiving both pain and pleasure behind the thick door of Patrick’s room.  “She cries for her Papa every night after her spanking and bottom training.” 

Eleanor smiled and the two women continued to talk quietly.  

Rebecca finally quieted and tried to listen to their conversation but it was too low for her to hear.  After what seemed like forever, she was released from her corner when Eleanor took her hand and led her back into the nursery.  Rebecca kept her eyes down, her face flaming at Eleanor’s presence but didn’t dare attempt to pull away from the much larger woman.  Rebecca had become accustomed to having her nanny see her nude, to bathe her, to spank her and to change her.  Having Eleanor witness her strapping and knowing she had been exposing her well roasted bottom to the two, humiliated her. 

Catherine ignored her distress and left her with Eleanor while she went into the bathroom.  Eleanor sat in the rocker and pulled the girl between her knees.  Rebecca refused to look at her, tears still shining on her cheeks, her bottom throbbing, each welt burning across her skin.

“Look at me, Rebecca.” 

Rebecca heard the firm demand and terrified of another spanking, did as she was told.  She worried her bottom lip as Eleanor smiled at her.  “I know you are hurting sweetie and I know you miss your Papa.” 

Hearing her refer to Patrick, Rebecca began to cry softly again, her body trembling.  “I want my Papa… I want Papa!” 

The complete sadness in the young woman’s voice tugged at Eleanor’s heart.  She bent forward and hugged the girl and Rebecca collapsed against her, sobbing out her heartbreak.  Eleanor lifted her to cuddle her onto her lap, her hand stroking her hair, rocking gently and crooning to her. 

Rebecca was tense at first but soon relaxed, wiggling closer into her arms. 

Eleanor allowed her to cry until she was cried out.  “I know you want your Papa, honey.  He will be home soon and I know you want your Nanny to tell him you have been a good girl.  You haven’t been good today have you, Becca?”  She smiled as Rebecca shook her head and then began to cry again.  “That’s right sweetie.  You’ve been very, very naughty today and I know your poor little bottom hurts so much.” 

Rebecca squirmed on the woman’s lap which just caused her bottom to ache even more. 

Eleanor hid her smile at the girl’s discomfort and continued.  “Do you want to be good, sweetheart?  Do you want to make your Papa proud of his little girl?”  She waited until she saw her nod, her tears slowing.  “That’s our good girl.  You can be so sweet and good, Becca, and that is what your Papa wants.  I know you have had a hard week but we both know the reason for it.  Tell me, Becca, why did your Papa instruct your nanny to be so strict with you?” 

Rebecca didn’t want to answer, she wanted to ignore the entire conversation.  Eleanor patted Rebecca’s bottom in warning but when no answer was forthcoming, gave a quick squeeze to a roasted cheek prompting the girl to answer.

“Owww… I… I was bad... I’m a bad girl.” 

Eleanor saw Catherine standing in the doorway listening quietly.  “No, Becca, you are not a bad girl.  You are a good, sweet, little girl.  You just did something very, very naughty.  Your Papa is teaching you what happens when you are so naughty. He loves you but it is his job to teach you to obey.  You have learned quite a lot in a short time but still have far more to learn.  Sweetheart, true submission isn’t an easy path but you actually made your choice Rebecca.”

Rebecca shivered, knowing the woman spoke the truth.  She would always remember the exact moment she had given her decision to her husband and, in turn, her Papa. 

Eleanor saw the woman given a small nod in acceptance of the truth that so few could ever truly understand.  Her voice softened.  She had helped lead dozens of young woman down the path of absolute submission to their husbands or guardians.  While every woman’s journey was different, there were several vital lessons that were common to all.  While dozens of her young charges had accepted submission to various degrees, Rebecca was among the relatively few that thrived and blossomed under harsh and sometimes severe physical punishment.  Patrick, Catherine and Eleanor had discussed how much the tiny woman responded when she had been disciplined and they all knew the harsher the discipline, the more Rebecca’s body creamed and the more consuming her sexual releases became.  Though it was a very difficult lifestyle to embrace, Eleanor knew that it was the type that brought the most fulfillment to the tiny woman sitting nude, her bottom welted and aching, on her lap.  Eleanor wanted to give Rebecca at least a bit of hope and comfort even though she knew the evening’s trials were not yet over. 

“It doesn’t have to be this hard, Becca.  You will always be spanked when you are a naughty little girl, but you can decide to be a good little girl and maybe then your poor little bottom won’t hurt so badly.  Nanny Catherine’s job is to teach you, Becca, to guide you and to love you.” 

Rebecca’s head lifted, her face revealing that she was about to argue over the words being spoken.  She sure hadn’t felt love when that leather connected again and again with her bottom and thighs and she was ashamed that even now, her inner thighs were sticky with her intense arousal. 

However, before she could speak, Eleanor lifted an eyebrow and continued.  “Loving you means making sure you are safe and secure.  Spankings and even paddlings, switching or strappings are part of your nanny’s job, Rebecca Louise.   You would not have been strapped if you hadn’t been so naughty today.  A hard strapping is not an easy thing to accept, especially on an already well roasted bottom.  But, young lady, you know you earned it yourself don’t you?” 

Rebecca was looking at Eleanor and saw the truth in her eyes. Rebecca wanted to deny the words but couldn’t.  She flushed but slowly nodded.  “Ye… yes ma’am,” Rebecca replied softly, and Eleanor smiled down at her and then bent to kiss her forehead.  Rebecca wanted to snuggle into her lap, the comfort feeling so marvelous after her horrible day.

Eleanor continued to rock her until she saw that Catherine was ready.  Eleanor sat up and gently set Rebecca on her feet.  “Now, I’m going to help your nanny put you to bed.  I want you to show me that you are ready to be a good girl so I can tell your Papa.” Eleanor bent and after tucking some stray strands of Becca’s hair behind her ear, gently kissed her cheek.  “I know your Papa wants you to have a bedtime spanking every night, Becca.” 

Becca began to sob again. 

“Shhh, if you are a very good girl for your nanny, you will only be given a little spanking tonight.” 

Rebecca started to whimper at the promise of yet more punishment to her bottom. 

Eleanor almost wanted to forego the nightly discipline but knew that if she did, Patrick’s word would be questioned in the future.  “Shhhh, little one.  You know you deserve your bedtime spanking.  Now, it will be a little one unless you are naughty and fuss.  If you decide to be naughty, I will give you your very first caning.” 

Rebecca’s eyes were huge, her sobs stuck in her throat at the threat. 

“Do you promise to be a very good little girl?”

Rebecca nodded frantically her thoughts returning to the sight of Millicent’s bottom after Mr. Danvers had caned her. 

“That’s our girl.  Now, let’s get you ready for bed.” 

Rebecca kept her hand in Eleanor’s as she guided her to her crib.  Becca was laid onto her stomach and then guided up into the position she was put into every evening when her nanny played with her bottom.  Though she had been nude now for over an hour, she still blushed furiously as she felt the restraints put around her thighs and Eleanor spread her legs as wide as possible.  Rebecca looked back over her shoulder and begin to struggle as she watched her nanny hang a bulging red bag on the hook above her bed.  Her eyes locked on the long tube that ended in a huge nozzle and despite the threat of a caning pleaded.  “Noooo, oh please no.”

Eleanor put her hand on the girl’s bottom, one finger tapping against a vivid red wheal.  “Shhh, Becca.  Your nanny is going to give you an enema and fill your bottom with your medicine.  Settle down or I will get the cane.” 

Rebecca froze but began shaking all over.  She couldn’t turn her eyes away as she watched Eleanor hold out the jar of lubricant and whined when she saw her nanny dip the tip of the nozzle into it.  Rebecca knew what enemas were but had not received once since she was very young.  She didn’t remember much as she had been ill at the time.  She had a horrible feeling this was to be nothing like any enema given to a sick child.  The nozzle alone was the biggest she had ever seen and the bulge of the bag told of the great amount of liquid contained within.  Her eyes were huge as she felt her bottom cheeks being held apart by Eleanor. 

“Nooo…nooo please….no.  I….I don’t want it…please…I’ll be good…I’m  sorry!  Please, no enema, please!”  Rebecca begged, pulling hard against the restraints on her wrists, trying to twist away even as the straps around her thighs assured that she would be going nowhere.  She continued to plead even as her cheeks were opened wide, her small pucker revealed.  Eleanor smiled down at the begging young woman.

“You will take your enema Rebecca. You have been so naughty and fussy that you need to have your bottom filled with medicine.  It will help you calm down and make you relax.  And, sweetheart, you will learn that what you want doesn’t truly matter now does it?  One more warning and you’ll not only take your enema, you’ll hold it while I cane your bottom.” 

Rebecca tensed and began to cry knowing Eleanor would do exactly that.  Eleanor nodded at Catherine who immediately began to apply additional lube to Rebecca’s bottom hole.  Eleanor watched as Catherine worked first one and then two fingers into Rebecca’s channel.  She grinned when, after several moments, Rebecca began to moan and lift her bottom up as if asking for the fingers.  “What a good girl.  See how she is lifting her little bottom for you Catherine?  She knows she needs a good cleansing.” 

Rebecca froze at the words, shame suffusing her as she realized what she had been doing.  She began to sob and when Eleanor loosened one strap on her wrist and took her hand and guided her thumb into her mouth, Rebecca began to suckle it hard, her eyes clenched tight. 

Eleanor smiled and nodded at Catherine. 

Catherine removed her fingers and put the tip of the black nozzle against the little hole.  It was far longer than her fingers but truly only a bit thicker.  She had no intention of stretching the girl, she would be filling her bottom to the point of extreme discomfort, but the extra stretch required to accept the nozzle would be minimal.  Both women knew that Patrick would always want it to be a trial for his wife to accept anything he deemed he wanted inserted into her little bottom hole.