Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (8 page)

Despite her excitement, Rebecca couldn’t contain a small yawn.  She was extremely tired.  She would have normally been asleep for at least an hour by now.  She woke early, worked hard all day and was always grateful when she was finally allowed to find her bed.  Her hand was held firmly and all thoughts of escape were gone for the moment.  After all, where would she go?  She didn’t even know the way back to the school and had no money to pay for a carriage.  She remembered the money she had pressed on Mrs. Williams and wondered if she should have kept it.  She decided that no, it was far better to have given it to the girls.  She hadn’t been cast out onto the streets.  She was now a married woman and her husband certainly had to provide for her didn’t he? 

All these thoughts churned through her mind until she realized they had stopped walking.  She looked up to find herself in a different room.  Her eyes widened as she realized it was decorated like a nursery.  She looked up at her husband and he knelt down and took her face in his hands.

“Becca, I’m going to be with Miss Summers.  I want you to be a good girl for Mrs. Andrews okay?” 

She felt terrified and found herself reaching out to grab his wrists with her hands.  “You are lea…leaving me?” 

He could hear the fear in her voice.  “No little one.  I’m not leaving you.  I won’t ever leave you.  I just need to gather some things for your new life and Mrs. Andrews will take care of you.  Be a good girl and I promise I’ll be back before you know it.” 

She didn’t truly trust him but he gave her no choice.  He stood, kissed the top of her head and then placed her hand in that of yet another stranger. 

This woman was far older and plump like Mrs. Williams.  “Don’t worry sir.  I’m sure your little Becca and I will get along just fine.  We’ll be nice and clean for you when you return.  Go ahead and leave her to me.” 

Patrick nodded and he and Eleanor left, closing the door behind them.  Becca looked around and then at the woman.  “Don’t be frightened honey.  You are safe here.  All our little ones are safe in this house.  Now, you need a bath and then I’m sure a little nap won’t hurt.  You look exhausted.” 

Rebecca was too tired to protest.  She gave the woman a tentative smile and allowed herself to be led into a smaller room.  Her breath caught as she saw the large copper tub that had steam rising from it.  It was a bathtub, a huge, wonderful bathtub.  She hadn’t had a true bath in so long she had almost forgotten what a luxury it was.  She broke out into a huge smile.

“Oh that looks wonderful,” she said to the older woman.  Mrs. Andrews smiled down and nodded.  However, when she reached to untie the soiled apron around Rebecca’s waist, Rebecca stepped away.  “Thank you, but I don’t need any help.  I’m sure you have other things to do.” 

Mrs. Andrews’ smile changed in a heartbeat.  Rebecca swallowed hard and wondered how she had offended the kind woman.  “I don’t mean to offend you Mrs. Andrews but I don’t want to make you serve me.  I’m more than capable of bathing myself.  I’m sure you must work hard all day, please don’t fuss over me.”

Rebecca was truly meaning to spare the woman yet another chore, but Mrs. Andrews certainly didn’t care what Rebecca might have meant.  “That might have been true before child, but I assure you it is no longer.  It is my job to fuss over and take care of the little ones under our care.  Your Papa wants you bathed and bathed you shall be.  Now, don’t be an impudent little girl.  I will take care of you and if you do not behave, I will turn you over my knee and spank your little bottom until you do.  Understand?” 

Rebecca’s eyes were huge for a totally different reason.  She couldn’t be serious?  Why did everyone keep referring to Patrick as her Papa and why did it seem that everyone was constantly threatening her with spankings?  She suddenly saw Mrs. Andrews reach into her pocket and the memory of Miss Lambert’s pockets returned.  She stepped back and almost keened. 

Mrs. Andrews stopped seeing the absolute fear on the young woman’s face.  “I see that you aren’t shocked at my words, are you little, Becca?  You know what can be found in a nanny’s pocket don’t you?” 

Nanny? Why did she keep hearing that juvenile word?  Well, she might not understand what she meant, but she did know that things that hurt often came out of pockets.  She nodded and swallowed hard. 

“Good girl. Enough of this fussing.  Your bath is getting cold.” 

Rebecca shut her eyes as she stood still allowing this stranger to undress her.  She blushed as she felt her dress pulled off over her head, quickly followed by her thin undershirt.  She gasped and put her arms across her chest. 

“Don’t be a silly goose,” Mrs. Andrews said as she smiled down at the shivering and very obviously embarrassed young woman.  “I’ve seen little titties before.  Put your arms at your sides.” 

Rebecca wished the floor would open up and swallow her.  Her arms were pulled down and her bottom swatted when she tried to move them back. 

“You are not to cover yourself Rebecca.” 

Rebecca yelped but was quickly divested of her thin chemise.  Standing only in her drawers, stockings and shoes, she felt tears well in her eyes.  Without a word, Mrs. Andrews swiftly untied her drawers, pulled them down to her ankles and instructed her to step out. 

Rebecca obeyed, lifting first one foot and then another as her shoes and stockings were removed.  She got another swat to her now bare bottom when her hand moved to cover her private parts.

“No covering!  I’ve seen little kitties before as well.  Into the tub with you.” 

Stark naked, she was turned around and led to the tub.  Mrs. Andrews helped her into the water and Rebecca gratefully sank down until the water was up to her neck. 

Mrs. Andrews chuckled.  “I know that must feel like heaven, child.  Go ahead and soak a bit, it will help loosen the grime.” 

Rebecca shut her eyes in an attempt to shut out the reality of what was happening.  This horrid woman was using words that Rebecca found unfamiliar, vulgar and highly embarrassing.  She knew that a woman’s breasts were sometimes rudely referred to as tits but had never heard of a kitty.  She remembered that she had been covering her womanly parts when the word was used. She blushed knowing that some of the more crass girls at the school whispered about sex and their pussies.  She suddenly found she didn’t want to think about any of what had been said.  She couldn’t contain a small moan of pleasure though. 

The warm water was delicious against her skin.  Sponge bathing in cool water every night and morning in the room she shared with Patsy was nothing compared to this luxury.  She didn’t get to soak very long before she was pushed into a sitting position and told to bend her head while her hair was unbraided.  Strands of it were soon floating around her and then she moaned again as a warm cascade of water was poured over her head.  She felt strong fingers massaging her scalp and the scent of a lovely soap being lathered into her hair.  She relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy this pampering.  She was rinsed and lathered twice before her hair was deemed clean. 

Rebecca had almost given up any fight.  She was so relaxed with the shampooing and the warmth of both the bath and the room.  She was fighting to keep her eyes open. Maybe being bathed by someone else wasn’t too bad after all. That thought evaporated when she felt a cloth being scrubbed over her face.  Her eyes opened for a brief moment only to clench tight a second later to avoid getting soap in them.  She was sputtering by the time the cloth was removed from her face and then shrieked when the same cloth moved down her body to scrub at her breasts.  She reached up and grabbed the wrist and pushed it away.

“No!  What do you think you are doing!  I can do it myself!  Stop!” 

Mrs. Andrews did stop and Rebecca picked up the dropped cloth.  She was soaping it to wash when she was suddenly jerked upright in the tub.  She almost lost her balance but Mrs. Andrews’ firm grip on her arm kept her from falling.  Soon Rebecca was screeching for another reason as a paddle was being rapidly applied to her very wet bottom.  Rebecca screamed and fought to no avail.  She twisted and turned to avoid the horrid smacks and was simply lifted from the tub.  Mrs. Andrews plopped down on a stool and pulled the soaking wet girl over her lap. 

Rebecca discovered that being spanked on her bare, wet bottom was the most horrid thing in the world.  Neither paddling she had received at the school had felt like this.  Even the spanking her supposed husband had given her had not burned her bottom as this was doing.  She had never in her young life experienced the burning and incredible stinging that the paddle caused each time it landed against her bottom.  She screamed, kicked her legs and struggled as the paddle lit into her again and again and again.

“You were warned Rebecca.  Naughty little girls get their bottoms spanked every single time they are naughty.  If you need a blistered bottom before your bath, so be it.  It is not a choice I would make but obviously it is what you decided you’d like.” 

Rebecca sobbed and screamed and pleaded but the paddle continued to fall.  She felt like her bottom was on fire.  She finally exhausted herself with her intense struggling and collapsed across the firm knees, her wet hair tangled around her.  “Pl…please stop, please!  I’m….I’m sorry.  Please st…stop.” 

Mrs. Andrews paddled the little bottom a half dozen more times before she allowed the paddle to simply rest on Rebecca’s red cheeks.  “Are you ready to have your bath like a good little girl, Rebecca McGavin, or should I call for your Papa?” 

Rebecca almost begged for the woman to call her husband but the woman continued.  “I’m sure your Papa would be most disappointed to find his little one so disobedient.  He wanted you bathed and now here you are fighting and behaving like a hellion.  I’m sure he would simply add another layer of spanks to your naughty bottom.  So, what have you decided Missy?” 

Rebecca sobbed and suddenly was just as positive as to what her new husband would do.  She couldn’t imagine him walking in and finding her naked and across this horrible woman’s lap, her bottom on fire.  Terrified of that prospect and totally mortified that she had just been paddled by some stranger, she found herself whispering, “I…I’m ready for my bath.”  She yelped as the paddle descended on her bottom again.

“Remember your manners young lady.  Ask me nicely before I decide to call your Papa.” 

Knowing she would die of shame if Patrick saw her in this condition, Rebecca said, “Please, Mrs. Andrews.  Please may I have my bath now?” 

The woman immediately set Rebecca onto her feet.  “That’s a good girl.  Climb back in now.  I’m sure that water is getting chilly.” 

As if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t just roasted Rebecca’s bare bottom, Mrs. Andrews slipped the paddle into her pocket, picked up the washcloth and was ready to wash her charge when Rebecca climbed into the tub.  She sat down and yelped as her bottom hit the bottom of the tub. 

With a chuckle, Mrs. Andrews said, “Oh my, I’m sure that little bottom is painful.  You may stand up sweetie.” 

Rebecca slowly stood and clenched her eyes shut again as her bath continued.  She gritted her teeth as the cloth was rubbed across her breasts and stomach.  She obediently held out first one arm and then another as she was bathed.  She shuddered as the cloth ran down each leg.  She didn’t start crying until the cloth was run up between her legs.  When her sex was cupped with the cloth covered hand and she felt herself being scrubbed hard, she couldn’t stop her tears. 

“Now, now, I know this doesn’t hurt you Rebecca.  Stop fussing.  Your Papa wants his little one clean and fresh.  Open your legs a bit more sweetie, I’d hate to have to paddle you again.  Your poor bottom is so red already.” 

Fearful of another trip across this awful woman’s lap, Rebecca spread her feet apart.  She tried to block out everything as she was scrubbed most thoroughly.  She didn’t even wash herself as thoroughly as this woman did.  She breathed a sigh of relief when the cloth disappeared but yelped loudly when she was turned around and the cloth scrubbed across her bottom. 

Mrs. Andrews seemed to scrub here the hardest as if reminding Rebecca of her recent spanking.  Rebecca’s mortification was complete when she felt the cloth move down the divide of her bottom to scrub hard against her bottom hole.  Once she was satisfied that the young woman had gotten the point as well as was squeaky clean, Mrs. Andrews helped her from the tub. 

Rebecca found she couldn’t even look at the woman and kept her eyes down, tears welling, her humiliation consuming her entire being.  A large towel was wrapped around her and she was dried almost as roughly as her bottom had been washed.  Rebecca was led back into the larger room and placed on a small stool before the fireplace.  She was grateful for the warmth. 

Mrs. Andrews walked to a wardrobe and returned.  Rebecca was almost dozing when she was pulled to her feet, her towel tugged away, and told to raise her arms.  She obeyed, the fight seeming to have disappeared from her.  She shivered in the very short, very thin garment and then blushed hotly when she realized it was the only item she was offered.  Never before had she wanted her split drawers as much as she did at this very moment.  However, she didn’t have the courage to ask for anything.  

Mrs. Andrews was soon brushing her hair free of all the tangles.  As Rebecca yelped when her hair was pulled, Mrs. Andrews said, “If you hadn’t been naughty you wouldn’t have been thrashing around while you got your heinie spanked and your hair wouldn’t be so tangled.  Sit still while I brush your hair and think about your naughty behavior.” 

Rebecca clenched her hands and didn’t make another sound, not wanting to give the woman the satisfaction. 

Mrs. Andrews just smiled.  She was used to little ones and Rebecca’s behavior was nothing new.  She finally set the brush aside and stood.  “Stay by the fire and let your hair finish drying Rebecca.  I’ll be right back.” 

Rebecca waited until the door closed before she jumped up.  She raced into the washroom intending to grab her clothing and escape.  She slid to a stop when she realized her clothing was gone.  She looked in the cabinet but other than some sort of bag and, oh God, a bunch of paddles, it didn’t hold her clothing.  She turned to look in the other room and ran smack dab into Mrs. Andrews.  The woman didn’t look happy.