Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (21 page)

Patrick kissed her forehead and then led her to the chair where Catherine was sitting, the hated bottle in her hand.  “You will go without lunch and supper as well little one.  Your bottom will be roasted before meals today so that you will learn to appreciate what you have been given.”  

Rebecca sobbed at his promise of a very difficult day even as Patrick helped her to climb onto her nanny’s lap.  She found herself held and fed her bottle exactly like an infant would have been except that her bottom was still bare and throbbed and burned.  Catherine kept one hand under her charge’s well roasted cheeks and one holding onto the bottle as Rebecca was fed.  Her Papa was as good as his word; her bottom was incredibly sore by the time she was tucked into bed that evening and her stomach growling with hunger.  She never threw her bottle again though she continued to fuss and whine about having to drink it. 

Patrick returned to work and Becca was left with her nanny.  She was quiet and nervous the first few days. 

Catherine remained firm yet gentle with her young charge. 

Rebecca was schooled in lessons that Patrick felt she was delinquent in.  She was a voracious reader but her math skills were practically nonexistent.  Rebecca wondered why she would ever need to know her multiplication tables unless she was required to multiply how many swats she earned each and every day on her aching bottom after receiving a paddling for expressing her dislike.  She eventually settled down to do the best she could.  She also learned that if her nanny had seen fit to punish her during the day, her husband made sure to add his own layer onto her bottom when he returned home.  Her behavior improved quickly. 

After lunch, she was always put to bed in her nursery, always wearing the thick nappy between her legs.  She still fussed and cried every single time her nanny pinned it tightly around her.  Her feelings were ignored as usual as she was put into her crib, pacifier placed into her mouth, her bunny and doll her only comfort.  It didn’t take long before she grew accustomed to daily naps though she had never napped at the school. 

Catherine spent her afternoons straightening up the household and starting preparations for dinner.  

Eleanor continued to visit and was truly amazed at the transformation in the young woman.  She had known the girl was a submissive, but her regression into childhood was much faster than even she had expected.  She was also a little worried when Catherine reported that Rebecca had not been spanked in several days.  She knew that Patrick believed in strict discipline as well as enjoyed having a little one across his knees.  She was visiting Catherine one afternoon when it was time to get Becca up from her nap.  She followed Catherine into the nursery and smiled at the sight.  Rebecca was on her tummy, one arm clutched around her stuffed rabbit, her mouth working on the pacifier in her mouth.  Catherine patted her diapered bottom and rubbed her back gently to help her little one wake. 

“How is her diaper training progressing Catherine?” Eleanor asked. 

Catherine frowned and shook her head.  “She refuses to use them.  She naps every day in a nappy but so far has never spilled a drop.” 

Eleanor frowned.  “That’s unusual.  I’m surprised that her Papa allows that.  I know he wants her diaper trained and I would have thought it would be a daily occurrence by now.” 

Catherine looked up in surprise.  “He hasn’t said a word to me.  I do admit I thought it strange to diaper his little one unless he expected her to use her nappy but hadn’t thought about his reasoning.  I’ll discuss it with him.  I should have done so before now.  He leaves tomorrow and I will be sure to ask him.” 

Knowing that her favorite client loved little adult women swaddled in thick nappies, Eleanor nodded though her eyes were on Rebecca.  She was aware that the girl was awake but kept her eyes tightly closed.  She had seen the blush bloom across Rebecca’s face and the way she was working her binkie showed her unease.  There was something going on and Eleanor knew that whatever it was, the little one felt guilty.  She kept silent and just watched as Becca was removed from her crib and placed on the changing table. 

Rebecca refused to look at either of the women as her hated nappy was removed, once again bone dry.  She smiled to herself knowing she had won yet another battle but then begin to feel uneasy.  She had heard the conversation and was terrified that Patrick would discover she had yet to use her nappy. 

Catherine dressed her for the afternoon and she was soon seated on her blanket, her toys around her.  Still refusing to acknowledge Eleanor’s presence, she played quietly by herself.  She listened as the women chatted and only breathed a sigh of relief when they went into the kitchen. 

She heard the door open and looked up to see her husband enter.  She jumped up from the blanket and ran to him. 

He scooped her up and hugged her close.  She beamed at him and his heart thudded.  God, she was adorable and he loved being greeted upon his return in such a manner.  “How’s my Becca today?  Were you a good girl for your nanny?” 

Rebecca felt a clutch of guilt but nodded. 

He kissed her forehead and smiled.  “That’s my good girl.  No spankings today?” 

She blushed but shook her head.  “No, Papa.  I was good all day.” 

He grinned, loving the childish tone of her voice that had slowly been changing to reflect her regression into a much younger age.  She was wearing a pretty yellow dress with a starched white pinafore, the lace of her bloomers hanging well below the hem of her dress.  Her hair was held back with a wide yellow band.  She was the picture of perfection.  He kissed her again before shifting her to sit upon his hip and carried her into the room.  He saw her toys and smiled as he sat her down among them.  “I’m proud of you, Becca.  Perhaps you would like to read for a bit until dinner?” 

Her smile was radiant and she clapped her hands. 

Patrick pulled a book from his pocket and knelt down beside her.  “I know it has been a little difficult for you Rebecca but I’m so pleased with you.  You have been such a good girl that I bought you a present.  I hope you like it.” 

Ignoring the twinge of guilt, she eagerly tore the brown paper off the book and her face broke into a huge smile.  “Oh!  Oh, thank you.  They had this at the school but I never got to finish it.  Thank you, Patri… I mean Papa.”  She tensed at the slip but her husband ignored it. 

He watched as she opened the book. 

It was the story of
Alice and Wonderland
and Rebecca eagerly opened the book to lose herself in the story. 

Patrick kissed the top of her head and stood.  He smiled down at the scene and grinned wider as her watched Rebecca slip to lay on her stomach, one hand reaching out to drag her doll close as if wanting to share the adventure with her.  He went to his desk to leave his satchel on it.  He was about to go into the kitchen when he turned to see both Eleanor and Catherine standing in the room.  He saw them glance down at Rebecca and then over at him.

“Good afternoon ladies.  Eleanor, it is lovely to see you again.  Isn’t it wonderful how well our little one is doing?”  He smiled across at his wife, his heart happy and content. 

Eleanor grinned and went to hug him.  “Yes, Patrick it is such a delight to see how well she is settling in.  You and Catherine are doing such a fabulous job with her.” 

Patrick beamed, proud of her praise.  His smile didn’t remain on his face very long. 

“Although, I am a bit concerned,” she said.

Patrick looked at her, confused at her tone.  “What do you mean?  Becca has been such a good girl lately.  In fact, she hasn’t even earned a single spanking for the last few days.  I think she is doing extremely well and has learned rather quickly.”  He looked up to see both the women looking over at Rebecca.  She seemed tense and was no longer turning the pages of her book.  Warning bells went off in his head and he stepped around his desk to sit on the large ottoman in front of the sofa.  The women settled onto the sofa.   

“Catherine, do you know what seems to concern Eleanor?” 

Catherine sighed and said, “I think I might sir.  It seems that Eleanor is concerned about Becca’s diaper training.” 

Patrick looked over to see Eleanor nod and then looked down at the blanket.  Becca’s face was flushed and her eyes were tightly closed.  He hadn’t even given her training in this area another thought.  As he no longer put her down for her naps or woke her, he had basically forgotten about her attire during her naps.  However, seeing her face, he remembered his instructions to her to that very first afternoon he had put her down.  He thought he probably knew what the women were hinting at.  “Rebecca, come here.” 

Her heart pounding, her insides churning, Rebecca was terrified.  She too remembered his instructions.  She whimpered which only served to prove her guilt.  She forced herself to stand and then walk to her husband.  She still clutched her doll and her book. 

While she looked precious, he was no longer quite as proud and definitely not near as happy.  He pulled her to stand between his knees, his hands at her waist.  “Do you have something to tell me Rebecca?” 

She swallowed hard, the look in his eyes doing nothing to settle her stomach.  She suddenly felt like a very naughty little girl.  Her lips trembled and her face flushed. 

Patrick watched as she began to worry her lip and knew she had been a very naughty, disobedient girl.  He removed his hands from her waist only to tug her book and doll from her. 

She whimpered and her hands reached for both.  

“I asked you a question young lady and expect an answer.”  She shuddered and her eyes darted to her nanny’s.  Catherine’s face was stern and Eleanor’s was set in a small smile.  Rebecca’s insides tumbled as she saw their faces.  She glared at Eleanor who simply smiled wider, one eyebrow arching as if to dare the young woman to speak.

“Mr. McGavin, what happened to the firm Papa that you said your little one needed and that assured me you were eager to provide?  She not only failed to answer your question immediately, she disrespected you in her choice of address just moments ago.  She has obviously been manipulative and disobedient and not even gotten her bottom so much as swatted much less roasted.  I don’t believe your little one is anywhere near as well behaved as she’s led you to believe and is basically wrapping you around her cute little finger.  Who exactly is the head of this household I wonder?”  Eleanor’s voice was smooth as silk but the tone was hard as stone.  Her eyes never left Rebecca’s as she let Patrick know exactly what she thought.  

Rebecca’s eyes lowered and her heart began to pound.   The room was dead silent as everyone thought about the words that had been so softly spoken. 

Patrick had felt his face flush at the words as his pride was hurt but watching the women in front of him, seeing the way his wife responded, brought him to his senses.  He brought the palm of his hand down hard against his wife’s dress and she yelped as she received her first swat in a several days.  “I’m not going to ask you again, Rebecca McGavin.  Tell me what happens when your nanny puts you down for your nap.” 

Rebecca blushed hotly.  Though she was accustomed to being put down to nap daily, her mind still refused to truly think or accept her daily humiliation of what happened before being allowed to sleep.  She felt tears in her eyes but forced herself to answer, “I… I go to slee... sleep, Papa.” 

Patrick shook his head.  Getting her to confess her naughtiness was always a battle and he realized he had been allowing her to slip in both her behavior as well as discipline.  However, it was one he fully intended to win from now on. He reached back and popped her bottom again. 

She yelped but he knew it was nothing compared to what she would soon be receiving. 

“Rebecca Louise McGavin, I am losing patience with you.  I want you to tell me every single thing that happens when your nanny takes you into your nursery to put you to bed.” 

Rebecca squirmed, her stomach rolling, her heart pounding with the realization that she was about to pay dearly for the past several weeks of disobedience.  She was aware that every eye was on her.  She lifted one hand to swipe at the tears on her cheeks.  She finally met her husband’s eyes.

“Nanny undresses me and puts me on the ta… table,” she hesitated but seeing his eyebrow rise, she hurriedly continued.  “Umm, she…. she puts my nap… nappy on and then—”

“Rebecca Louise, what happens before I put your nappy on? You were warned to leave nothing out!”  Catherine said sternly and Rebecca blushed hotter. 

She didn’t want to think about what her nanny did, much less speak of it.  She whimpered, felt another swat to her bottom and rushed, “She… she touch… touches me down there and then—”

“Down where, Rebecca?”  Patrick pressed.  He wanted every single detail admitted.  He adored the flush on her cheeks, the confusion and shame in her eyes and the way she wiggled in his arms.  He also realized that he had been extremely lax in her training lately and berated himself.

“My… my kit… kitty, Papa.” 

He nodded and she released her breath.  “Continue, Rebecca.  Your nanny puts her hand between your legs and plays with your little kitty.  What happens when your nanny has her fingers in your kitty?” 

Rebecca wished the floor would open and swallow her. 

Patrick put his finger under her chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.  “Everything, Becca, every detail.” 

“She… she makes me tin… tingle….”

“Do you want to spend when she makes you tingle, Rebecca?” 

Rebecca clenched her eyes shut, her shame was immense.  She felt her insides clench just remembering the way her body fought to find release every day before her nap. 

“Open your eyes and answer me Rebecca.” 

She forced herself to meet his eyes, the truth obvious in them.  “Y… yes, Papa.  She… she never lets me… me take my pl… pleasure.  She just makes me ting… tingle and then she st… stops.” 

Satisfied and pleased that Catherine took the job of keeping Rebecca on edge all day, he nodded.  “Continue.” 

Rebecca was grateful to do so.  “Then she… she diapers me and puts my gown on and puts me in my crib.  She… she gives me my binkie and bunny.  I go to sleep and then she wakes me up.”