Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (16 page)

Eleanor grinned, she had just the person.  “Mrs. Andrews would certainly be my first choice.  She has worked for me for several years and is an excellent nanny.  She can not only teach your little one in various subjects, you saw she didn’t hesitate to redden Becca’s bottom last night. You will find she definitely doesn’t spare the rod and doesn’t believe in spoiling the little ones.  The girls certainly are quick to learn not to push her too far.  She is absolutely wicked with a cane or switch.” 

Patrick almost groaned at the thought of Becca bent over, her bottom being welted and striped by either implement. 

Eleanor smiled and continued.  “She lost her husband a few years ago and has been at the school since.  The little ones that graduate under her care are some of my most sought after girls.  By the time they leave us, they are very well behaved little ones anxious to please their new Papas.” 

Patrick thought about the competent way in which the woman had handled Rebecca and nodded.  “She certainly seemed proficient at her job and hiring her would cut down on having to explain my needs.  I know that Becca won’t particularly appreciate the fact that she is to have Mrs. Andrews as her nanny but, then again, I don’t think Becca is going to appreciate much of what she is to learn.  I doubt it matters one way or the other whom the teacher is.  Yes, I think you’ve found the perfect solution Eleanor.  I am so grateful for you and your ability to solve these little problems.  When do you think she can start?” 

Eleanor smiled knowing that Catherine Andrews would be thrilled at the news.  “She can come this evening if that isn’t too early for you?” 

Patrick nodded and they spent the next hour cleaning out the third bedroom and Eleanor made the bed and dusted the furniture after Patrick moved the pieces into a more pleasant arrangement. 

“She will be very comfortable here Patrick.  The room you added to the house will make it easy to heat the water for Becca’s baths and the enclosed potty will come in handy when the little one’s bottom is full of her medicine.  Catherine is an expert at filling a little one’s bottom with all sorts of concoctions.  While Becca certainly won’t appreciate having her little bottom filled, she will appreciate not having to run outside to relieve herself of them.”  

Patrick felt his cock twitch yet again at the image her words were causing. 

Eleanor just smiled knowing he would soon forget his initial response about enemas.  Between the two of them, the house was soon ready for Catherine’s arrival.  Eleanor took a final look around and smiled, “Just think, two days ago you were a bachelor and now your household is complete.”

Patrick felt his face split into a huge smile.  The possibilities now seemed endless. It was late by the time he escorted Eleanor to the door.  She assured him that Catherine would arrive in time to prepare Becca for bed, gave him a kiss and then instructed her driver to hurry back to the school.  

Eleanor smiled the entire drive home as she thought about all the marvelous and naughty things that Patrick could learn under Catherine’s tutelage.  She might be teaching Becca many painful lessons but Patrick would also be a student. 

Patrick stood over the crib watching Becca sleep.  He patted her diapered bottom and she began to stir, unconsciously wiggling away from his touch.  God, he loved her lips pursed around her pacifier.  He moved his hand up and slipped it under her nightgown, rubbing her naked back.  She moaned and slowly opened her eyes.  They went wide immediately as she remembered both where she was and who was looming over her. 

Patrick ignored her distress and smiled.  “Hello sleepy head.  It’s time to get up otherwise you won’t be sleepy tonight.” 

Rebecca blushed but didn’t protest as he helped her to sit up.  He reached around to the back of her head and unbuckled the pacifier.  She immediately spit it out and scrubbed at her mouth with her hand.  Patrick frowned but said nothing.  He picked her up causing her to once again wrap her limbs around him.  He carried her to the changing table and laid her down.  She was still clutching her stuffed rabbit which he thought was adorable.  He bent down and kissed the tip of her nose causing her to flush.  “Did you go potty in your nappy, Becca?” 

Her flush turned to a full blush, the color rivaling the color of her red tresses.  She shook her head, refusing to look at him.  She had no plans of ever using a nappy regardless of being forced to wear one. 

Patrick watched her squirm and knew almost exactly what she was thinking.  He didn’t chastise her.  Instead, he unpinned the fabric and quickly had her stripped naked.  She lay shivering on the table, her nipples puckered.  Patrick lifted her off the table and began choosing clothing for her to wear. 

She was appalled at the choices.  He helped her step into a new pair of even more embarrassing bloomers.  These weren’t even as age appropriate as the last pair.  These were far shorter which would expose a great deal of her thighs and had silly ruffles in rows across the back.  He patted her bottom under the ruffles and she blushed even hotter.  He pulled a short navy blue dress over her head again not allowing her any further undergarments.  She stood still when he turned her to tie the bow just above the curve of her bottom.  She obediently stepped into two different petticoats, horrified as their bulk pushed the fabric of the dress out making it even shorter.  Her knees were bare and her modesty ignored as he put her feet into another pair of stockings and tied the little bows just above her knees.   

He finally slipped the shoes back onto her feet.  He turned her around and admitted she looked just like a perfect little doll.  He frowned seeing her tangled hair and reached out to pick up the hairbrush.  He stopped the brush in mid air when he heard her whimper.  He looked down to see her clutching her rabbit, her eyes glued to the brush.  He immediately understood.  “No sweetie.  You were very good while Papa got you dressed.  I’m not going to spank you, I am going to brush your hair.” 

Her relief was evident in the release of her pent up breath.  He led her to the rocker and settled her between his spread knees, her back to him.  He began drawing the brush through her thick tresses, loving the feel of them over his hands.  He played with her hair for a long time until she was practically purring in pleasure.  He grinned and reached around to capture a breast.  She squeaked and bolted upright when his fingers found a nipple.  He rolled it between his fingers until she moaned.  He released it only to torment her other breast.  He rolled and played with it as well and finally gave it a pinch.  Her bottom lifted off the seat as the pain flared through her.  He kept his fingers tight around the aching bud.  “I love your little titties, Becca.  I love playing and pinching and suckling your sweet nipples.  I love the way you pant and moan when I pinch and bite them.” 

She whimpered as he pressed even harder. 

“You were a naughty girl for not using your nappy, Becca.  The next time you are diapered I suggest you make sure to use it or you’ll find that your little nipples can ache far more than they are right now.  Your little bottom isn’t the only part of your body that can be spanked.  Do you understand what I’m saying, Rebecca McGavin?” 

She felt her heart pounding as his free hand captured her other breast and pinched that nipple as well.  She moaned and arched away which only increased the pull.  She leaned forward in an attempt to alleviate the pain but he only increased the pressure. 

“Not answering your Papa will only earn you a spanking little one.” 

She moaned but finally whimpered, “Y… yes Pa… Papa, I understand.” 

He nodded, released her nipples and then grabbed her hands as she immediately lifted them to comfort her aching breasts. 

“Remember the rules Rebecca.  You aren’t allowed to rub anywhere I spank or pinch or punish.  You just let those little nips burn and remember my words.” 

She nodded and felt yet more tears run down her cheek.  It seemed she’d be spending most of her time crying from the awful things he did to her body. 

Patrick tied a blue velvet bow around her hair and then set her onto her feet.  She felt her bunny being taken from her and immediately wanted it back.  Patrick shook his head and placed the stuffed animal into a corner of her crib.  She looked at it yearningly but allowed him to pull her from the room, unable to find the strength to protest.  Her nipples were burning under her dress and that horrid tingling was burning between her legs.

Rebecca spent the afternoon sitting on the floor in front of Patrick’s office desk. He had placed a few toys on a quilt and then sat her down in the middle of it.  She was appalled to think she was expected to play with the toys just like a little child. 

Patrick did some paperwork and watched his wife. 

She was definitely not happy.  Her face was drawn, her lips pouting.  She totally ignored him and then tossed a block across the room enjoying the satisfying thunk it made as it hit the wall.  Her satisfaction didn’t last long. 

Patrick was up immediately.  He simply lifted her, placed his foot on a low stool and draped her over his raised knee.  She felt her dress and petticoats lifted and began to squirm and fight, desperate to get away.  Patrick easily pulled her bloomers down and still without a word, began to spank her bottom. 

She was soon screeching and kicking her little feet. 

Patrick remembered the position Eleanor had shown him but realized with her feet unable to even reach the ground, it was an impossible position for his little one to assume.  Besides, he rather enjoyed seeing her legs churn as she tried to escape her spanking.  He liked the occasional sight of her little kitty when she kicked especially hard.  He spanked her until her bottom was bright red before setting her down on her feet.  She was bawling just like a true little one, her feet stomping, her hands fluttering over her bottom. 

Remembering times at Eleanor’s house when he had the opportunity to observe little ones being punished, he pulled her into a corner of the room.  “This is your naughty girl corner Rebecca.  You will stand here and think about why your Papa had to spank you.”  He pressed her nose into the wall and then guided her hands to her head.  “Lace your fingers together and keep those hands on your head.” 

She obeyed, her bottom burning hotly.  She sobbed even louder as he raised her dress and petticoats and tucked them up under her laced fingers.  She could feel the air across her scalded bottom and was humiliated that he was forcing her to display herself for his pleasure. 

“Keep those skirts up and spread you legs Rebecca.” 

She shuffled her feet an inch apart but was quickly spread much wider after he began to swat the insides of her thighs until she reached an appropriate distance.  Now her thighs burned as much as her bottom and she leaned into the corner and sobbed her pain and shame. 

Patrick grinned deciding to make her burn elsewhere as well.  His fingers slid across her inner thigh softly tracing the red marks of his fingerprints. He reached her sex and though he barely allowed his skin to graze hers, she began to tremble.  He slid a finger between her lips and found it soon coated.  She moaned and seemed to press into the corner a bit more, trying to escape what he was doing but already knowing not to move away from his hands.  Patrick spent several long, delicious moments teasing her.  He flicked his fingertip over her clit, loving her small jerk as well as the sounds she was trying so hard to contain.  Patrick continued to tease and manipulate her clit until she pressed herself down onto his hand, begging for relief.  Satisfied she was in a highly aroused state, he removed his finger and patted her punished bottom. 

Rebecca keened at the disappearance of his hand and the sobbed even harder with the shame of her need. 

Patrick was delighted.  She’d be spending a great deal of time bare spanked bottom on display and he would enjoy every single moment knowing she was burning in more ways than one.  He returned to his desk and continued his work.  He looked up often to observe her happy to see that she stayed in the corner, her hands gripping the multiple layers of her clothing, her little bottom bright red.  Rebecca finally cried herself out and discovered she hated being in the corner, nose pressed to the wall, legs spread wide.  The pain in her bottom began to fade but not the tingling between her legs.  She shuffled a bit in an attempt to find some sort of relief but froze when he barked, “Be still. Stick that bottom out.”  She felt her body flush but obeyed, not wanting to anger him again. 

He finally pushed away from his desk and called to her.  “You may come out of the corner Becca but keep your hands on your head and your skirts up.” 

She blushed but was grateful to be allowed to move.  She shuffled her feet backwards and then turned to face him. 

He was delighted at the sight of her tear stained face.  Her lip was trembling and she soon had it between her teeth.  “Come here Rebecca.” 

She slowly walked towards him.  He pulled her between his spread legs and cupped her bottom with his hands.  She moaned and jerked at the contact.  Patrick’s cock thickened as he fondled the bottom he had recently spanked.  He looked at her and quirked his eyebrow. 

She flushed but stammered, “I’m sorry I was naughty Papa.  Thank you for spanking my bottom." 

He smiled and then lifted her to sit on his knee.  Her bottom ached at the pressure but she leaned into him when he pulled her close.  She buried her face in his shirt and sniffed.  He continued to pat and squeeze her tender globes.  “It was very, very naughty of you to throw your toys, Becca.  Lots of little children don’t have nice toys to play with do they?” 

Rebecca could care less what sort of toys other children had.  She was not a child despite what her husband believed.  She was determined to remain silent but a harsh pinch on her aching bottom changed her mind.  “Noooo, sir.” 

Patrick moved his hand back to pat her bottom for which she found herself grateful.  “Are you ready to play again or do you need to be put to bed without any supper?” 

At the mention of food, they both heard her stomach growl.  She blushed but realized she was starving.  She decided to take the path most beneficial for her.  “I’ll….I’ll play Papa.”