Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (7 page)

She blushed again.  She felt like he thought she was a child and according to him, she was now an adult.  She reminded herself to be brave.  Taking a deep breath and said, “Sir, I’m not little.  I’m a grown woman now.  In fact, according to you, I am now eighteen and your wife.” 

He chuckled which caused her to blush even more.  “You are of legal age my dear, but you’ll find you are not a grown woman by any means.  You are also now married but have yet to learn what that means to our relationship.  Despite either your age or your new title, you are most certainly little.  In fact, you are one of the tiniest women I have ever seen.”  He loved the flush on her face.  He leaned forward and put his large hand over her clenched fists which were lying in her lap, easily covering them both.  “I met you years ago when you were quite small and I must say, you haven’t grown much since then.” 

Rebecca wanted to protest but hearing his words piqued her curiosity.  “I don’t know you… umm... Patrick.”

“No, Becca.  Sir, you may call me sir for now.” 

She flushed as she hadn’t been called Becca in years and his use of it regressed her back to childhood.  Her father had always called her Becca unless he was disappointed in her.  His memory again made her eyes tear.  “It doesn’t surprise me that you don’t remember, Becca.  You were just a very small child but I promise you, your father and I spent a lot of time together while you played in your nursery.” 

His mind returned to the several meetings he had with Rebecca’s father.  He hadn’t much paid attention to the man’s little daughter but did remember thinking the tot would probably grow up to surpass even her mother’s beauty. He was proven correct as he looked across the small space and saw the adult version seated before him.  He pressed her hands once more.  “In fact, I do remember you used to carry around a rather tattered stuffed rabbit.  You seemed quite attached to it.” 

She looked at him in shock.  She hadn’t thought about her favorite stuffed toy in years.  Hearing him speak of Bunny brought a small smile to her lips and he knew she finally believed him. 

“I’ll have to see if I can find you a replacement.” 

She looked at him and gave a small laugh.  “That’s hardly necessary.  Stuffed animals belong in nurseries and I assure you, I left mine quite a long time ago.” 

Patrick just smiled and felt his cock stiffen.  The talk of her childhood, stuffed toys and nurseries was very dear to his heart.  He squeezed her fingers and then sat back and watched the emotions run across her face.  She was absolutely adorable.  He looked her over more clearly and was definitely not pleased with her attire.  He leaned out the window and gave the driver another address. 

Rebecca was trying to calm herself but wasn’t having much luck.  “Are we really married?” 

Patrick leaned forward and once again took her hands.  She tried to pull away but he held her too firmly.  “I usually will not repeat myself Rebecca, especially to answer silly questions from a little girl.  You signed the document and know we are.  Now, I’m prepared to grant you a bit of leniency since I’m sure this is all a shock to you.  However, you will remember to address me respectfully or learn the consequences.  Do you understand me?” 

His voice was very deep and very firm.  She again tried to remove her hands, suddenly extremely uncomfortable in his presence.  She squirmed on her seat and didn’t speak. 

“I suggest you answer me young lady.  When I ask a question you will answer and will learn that when I give you an order, you will obey.” 

Her eyes flew to his.  The air in the coach suddenly thickened with tension.  Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes bored into hers.  She tried again to pull away, her stomach flipping.  She didn’t understand what was happening.  She was accustomed to taking and obeying orders, but that was both as a student as well as a servant.  Did wives take orders from their husbands?  His speaking of consequences brought painful images to her mind, ones she didn’t want to even consider. 

“I’m waiting Rebecca and you’ll find I’m not usually this patient.” 

Without thinking, she whispered, “Yes…yes sir.” 

Patrick was pleased.  He was a little amazed at how quickly she had capitulated but had a feeling this was almost a rote answer.  He shocked her further by quickly kissing the tip of her nose.  “That’s my good girl. I’d hate to have to paddle you so soon.”  He released her hands and leaned back.  He watched in amusement as she rubbed her nose unconsciously, her face shocked at his words. 

She saw him watching and blushed.  She scooted as far back onto the bench as she could, her arms wrapped across her stomach as if it ached.  She was so small her feet wouldn’t touch the ground. 

His cock twitched again.  She was exactly what he wanted, what he’d been looking for for years.  He sent a quick thank you up to heaven for her father having the good sense to send him to her.  His only regret was that he had obviously wasted months for the word of his death to reach him.  He smiled again, what were a few months when the little beauty was now his for the rest of their lives?

The carriage drew up and stopped in front of a large house.  Rebecca remained seated until Patrick climbed down.  Was this his home?  He reached in and she gave him her hand in preparation for his help in climbing down.  She was shocked when he ignored her outstretched hand.  Instead, he simply picked her up off her seat and lifted her out the door.  He set her down and she found her feet unsteady. 

She blushed and looked around praying that they had been unseen.  Surely this wasn’t the proper way to disembark a carriage.  She remembered the feel of hands around her waist and the way her feet had kicked in the air as he lifted her down as if she weighed nothing. She took several deep breaths and tried to compose herself.  She heard him instruct the driver to wait and then he simply took her hand and led her up the walk.

“Where are we?” she asked. 

He looked down and said, “You will see soon enough but remember, little ones should be seen and not heard.” 

She clenched her fist, her confusion and fear overriding her caution.  “I am NOT a child so stop acting as if I am.  I can get out of a carriage by myself and…and you are deliberately embarrassing me!” 

To say he shocked her would be an understatement.  Before the last word exited her mouth, his hand connected with her bottom.  He swatted her a half dozen times before she even responded. 

As he lifted his hand to smack her again, she screeched and struggled to pull away.  “Stop it!  Stop hitting me!” 

He ignored her, pulled her closer and continued.  “I am not hitting you Rebecca.  I am very deliberately spanking you.  You will learn to behave or you will find my hand or worse on your bottom.  If you think you are embarrassed now, believe me, you’ll feel even more so if I have cause to lift your skirts and pull down your drawers to give you a proper spanking.” 

She gasped and then whimpered as he continued to spank her.  She was beyond humiliated and her bottom was beginning to burn.  His hand hurt far worse than the paddle she had experienced at the school.  Despite her continued struggles, he continued to swat her again and again until she was finally begging. “I’m... I’m sorry.  Please, sir, please stop.”  He popped her once more and then stopped.

“That’s better.  Now are you ready to be a good little girl?” 

She nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks.  She was mortified, especially when she realized that the carriage driver had obviously been able to witness her humiliation.  She sobbed, more in shame than from the spanking but didn’t want to give him another opportunity to spank her. 

“I expect an answer I can hear Rebecca or do I need to spank you again?” 

She blushed, “No... no, sir.” 

Patrick grinned enjoying this tremendously. “No?  You aren’t ready to be a good girl or no you don’t need another spanking?” 

She felt her cheeks flush and she couldn’t look at him.  “I don’t want a spanking, sir.” 

He squatted down in front of her until his face was level with hers.  He lifted her chin forcing her eyes to his and said, “Are you being deliberately stubborn, Becca?  I didn’t ask if you wanted a spanking Rebecca, I asked if you needed another spanking or if you want to be a good girl for me.” 

She felt conflicted.  Her heart was pounding but his touch on her face as he kept it tilted to his and the look in his eyes was causing the tingling in her stomach to return full force.  She felt like she was participating in a dance for which she didn’t know the steps. 

He watched her eyes and said, “Breathe, Becca.  Take a deep breath and just answer me.” 

She found herself sucking in air unaware that she had been holding her breath.  She dropped her eyes as she replied. “I don’t need a spanking sir.  I’ll be a go…good girl.” 

He smiled and once again kissed the tip of her nose.  “Good girl, I believe we have kept Miss Summers waiting long enough.” 

She looked up to see a woman standing at the top of the steps to the porch.  She blushed and wondered exactly how long the woman had been standing there.  She discovered the answer soon enough.

“Are you about done Mr. McGavin?  I don’t mind waiting if your little one needs another spanking.” 

Rebecca blushed and couldn’t contain a small whimper of embarrassment. 

Patrick just grinned.  He led Rebecca up the porch and released her hand only long enough to embrace the woman.  Rebecca took the opportunity to use her hands to rub quickly at her aching bottom. The horrid thought of him lifting her skirt and discovering he would not have had to lower her drawers; simply part them to bare her bottom caused her both to shiver and flush all over.  

Patrick smiled down at her very red face and saw the little hands on her backside.  He reached out and removed her hands from her bottom keeping one tightly held in his.  “No sweetie.  When I spank your bottom, you aren’t allowed to rub it.”  He ignored her gasp and turned back to the woman, “Not just my little one Eleanor. Becca is my wife.” 

Returning his eyes to Rebecca he instructed, “Say hello to Miss Summers, Rebecca.” 

Rebecca couldn’t remember ever being so embarrassed.  She wanted to turn and run but Patrick now had her hand in his.  She looked up and realized the woman was beautiful.  Her clothing was of the latest fashion and Rebecca felt suddenly aware that she was still standing in her servant clothing, her hair coming out of her braid and her face most likely dirty from the kitchen, her eyes swollen from her tears. 

She flushed when she saw the woman bend down and say, “Oh Patrick, she is precious.  Such a tiny little thing.  I can see why you finally married.  Though I must admit there will be several little ones disappointed that you won’t be their new papa.” 

Rebecca’s mouth dropped open.  “Papa?  He’s not my papa…he’s…he’s my husband!” 

The woman laughed and Patrick joined in. 

Rebecca felt anger rise up in her and she stamped her foot.  The woman laughed again and Rebecca realized she was acting exactly like a snotty little girl.  She drew herself up to her full height which didn’t even reach five feet and said, “Excuse me.  I didn’t mean to be rude.  Hello, my name is Mrs. Rebecca McGavin and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” 

Eleanor Summers smiled hugely and grinned over at Patrick.  “As I said, absolutely precious.  Shall we go inside?” 

Rebecca wanted to slap the smile off the woman’s face but with her hand still being tightly held by her husband, she found herself being led into the house.  She didn’t want to be impressed but she was.  The foyer was immense and lovely.  Rebecca remembered her old home and a yearning for her old life returned.  Being an adult wasn’t working out the way she expected. 

The woman led them into a side room where Patrick sat down in a large chair and unceremoniously drew Rebecca down onto his lap.  She tried to jump up, but his arms tightened around her waist.  “Settle down, young lady, unless you want to find yourself across my knees turned the other way.” 

She got his meaning as well as his threat and froze.  Had he actually just threatened to spank her again?  She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t speak.  She heard the woman laugh again.

“Seems you have married yourself a little hellion, Patrick.  Are you sure you made the right choice?  As I said, there are going to be several trained little ones very disappointed.” 

Patrick grinned and sat back, forcing Rebecca to lean back against his chest.  “I’m positive Eleanor.  I’ve never been happier or more excited in my life.  Rebecca and I wed today and though it’s her birthday today, I feel that I have been given a present as well.”

“Happy birthday, Rebecca.  You received the best birthday present in the world.  How many other little girls are lucky enough to find their new Papa on their birthdays?” 

Rebecca simply stared at the woman.  Was she serious?  She hadn’t found a father, she’d simply basically been forced to wed this strange man and she was seriously beginning to regret leaving the school.  Everything that had happened since her ‘marriage’ had been strange and confusing. 

Eleanor just grinned and turned her attention to Patrick.  “I am so glad you found her.  Was it as difficult as you thought?” 

Patrick knew she wasn’t speaking of actually locating the girl, but of the conditions in which he had discovered her.  He shook his head and said, “We’ll discuss that later Eleanor.  For now, I need some help.  Although I’ve been preparing for my wife for quite a while, I find I’m in the need of several items.  I was hoping you might be able to help me.  Would you have time tonight or should I come back in the morning?  I will also be forced to leave town for a few days in the near future and would like to discuss possibilities with you for her care.  Until then, though I’ve prepared her room, I need to make sure I have everything Becca will need.  She definitely needs a proper wardrobe as you can see.” 

Eleanor smiled and clapped her hands.  “Of course I’ll help.  Let’s just get your little one settled and then we can gather what you will need.” 

Patrick nodded and before Rebecca knew what was happening, she was off his lap and being led down another hall.  She was nervous but also had felt excited about hearing her husband speak of her needing a new wardrobe.  She hoped Patrick took Miss Summers’ advice about fashion as she dressed beautifully.