Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (25 page)

Catherine sighed, stopped rocking and forced Rebecca to look into her eyes.  “Do it now Rebecca.  Look at me and go potty so you can be changed and get on with your day.” 

Rebecca tried to pull away but her nanny kept a firm hold on her chin. “Use your nappy, Becca.” 

Rebecca’s eyes fluttered shut as tears rolled down her cheeks.  She buried her face against her nanny’s breast.   

Catherine allowed the girl her attempt at privacy.  They were both well aware of who would win the battle.  

Rebecca cried, her shame almost as intense as the immediate relief she felt as she finally obeyed her Papa’s order.

Catherine didn’t praise the girl.  After all, she had simply done as she had been told to do weeks ago.  After a few moments, she helped Rebecca off her lap and removed the rubber sheeting. 

Rebecca’s face flamed.  The awful heavy weight of her sodden nappy evidence of what she had done. 

Catherine quickly had her stripped naked and helped her up onto her table.  She was quickly cleaned and given a quick sponge bath with cool water from the pitcher. 

When Rebecca saw her nanny preparing another nappy, she begged, “Please… I don’t want a nap… nappy!  I did what he wanted!” 

Catherine shook her head, her hands busy fastening a thick layer of cloth between the girls legs.  “It doesn’t matter what little girls want young lady.  Your Papa wants you diapered until he returns and diapered you shall be.  Now, no more fussing unless you want another spanking.” 

Rebecca sobbed, her heart aching.  Her nanny’s words informed her that her husband intended to truly punish her regardless of the fact she had been strapped and severely humiliated the night before.  

She tried to assimilate her new routine as Catherine dressed her, pulling on her petticoats and her dress.  When she was instructed to step into a pair of rubber pants to cover her nappy, she whined even as she obeyed.  When Rebecca was set onto her feet, she realized the nappy between her legs was so thick she couldn’t even walk properly.  She almost waddled as she was taken to the chair.  Her mind spinning, she found herself back on her nanny’s lap, the bottle in her mouth.  She obediently drank it down without a fuss, the fight having gone out of her. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur.  She was given her lessons and when she began to squirm on her chair, she was asked if she needed to be changed.  The question caused her to use her nappy and she wailed as she was led back to the changing table.  Rebecca barely ate any of her lunch and was put down for her nap.  Catherine asked if she wanted her toys and Rebecca nodded, the binkie firmly in her mouth.

“Sleep well, Becca.” Catherine said and gave her a kiss.  Rebecca turned onto her side, hugging her bunny and drew her knees up.  She heard the rubber pants rub against the mattress and once again cried herself to sleep.

Dinner was a very quiet affair.  Rebecca had been allowed to play on her blanket but when she asked for her book she was informed that books were only for good little girls.  She cried, having wanted to escape into Alice’s world and forget her own. 

Instead, she was forced to think about the nappy between her legs and understood that her wants were of no concern.  By the time she was told to put away her toys, she was more than ready for bed.  At least she could escape into sleep. 

Catherine undressed her and Rebecca found that escape was not yet possible.  She was led back to the rocking chair and saw her hairbrush lying on the arm.  She began to pull away but was soon back over her nanny’s knees.

“Present yourself properly Rebecca.  You will be receiving bedtime spankings until your Papa returns.  He wants you to have a hot little bottom every night to remind you that you need to be a good girl.” 

Rebecca sobbed but obediently spread her legs apart, going up on her tiptoes as she lifted her bare bottom.  She was soon wailing and struggling to maintain her punishment position as she was spanked.  The brush rose and fell with its horrid smacking sound against her poor bottom until she was begging for her spanking to stop, her bottom wagging up and down in an attempt to cool her burning cheeks. 

Catherine ignored her pleas, roasting the little bottom until it was swollen and beet red and then moving down to give each of the pale thighs a very thorough dose as well. By the time she set the brush aside, Rebecca was exhausted, her voice almost broken from her pleas and cries for mercy.  Catherine lifted the sobbing woman from off her lap and, without offering any comfort, put the girl down into her crib on her stomach. 

Rebecca was barely aware of the fact until she was guided to lift herself up on her knees, legs spread as wide as possible within the confines of the crib.  She didn’t realize her nanny’s intentions until she felt the straps being put around her thighs and she was tied to the crib’s bars. 

Catherine handed the girl her rabbit and smiled when Rebecca hugged it to her chest.  She buckled the binkie around her head loving the look of Rebecca’s tears and confusion.  She stepped to the side of the crib and said, “I’m going to begin training your bottom for your Papa, Becca.  You just try to relax.  Fighting will only cause you unnecessary discomfort.” 

Not understanding, Rebecca just sobbed, her bottom burning and shame flooding her at this very exposed position.  She gasped as she felt something cold and slimy against her bottom hole.  As she felt pressure, she tensed, expecting the thermometer.  Instead, she felt something far thicker being pressed into her bottom.  She began to squirm away but the tight restraints kept her in place.  She looked at her nanny and saw her smiling. 

“Shhh, just relax sweetie.  It’s only my finger.  It isn’t much bigger than your thermometer.” 

Rebecca moaned as she felt the digit slide deeper into her, her heart pounding, her face flaming. 

Catherine pressed the girls head onto the mattress until she was lying with her cheek against the sheet, her shoulders and tummy flat against the mattress, her knees well spread and her bottom well up, a position the young woman would soon come to associate with having her bottom hole penetrated.  As Catherine continued to press her finger in and out of Rebecca’s bottom, she reached under the girl.  She began to play with her breasts, fondling them softly and then gently rolling and pinching the taunt nipples. 

Rebecca’s breathing quickened and she shut her eyes tightly.  She worked the pacifier in her mouth not aware she was moaning. 

Catherine kept her hands busy as she watched Rebecca’s sex grow slick and moist, her sweet cream gathering in her pussy.  Smiling, she withdrew her finger from the very tight passage and loved the sound of the girl’s whimper.  She continued to roll the nipple between her fingers as she dipped two of her fingers into the jar of lube.  She returned them to the small bottom hole that had quickly closed tight.  As she began to press them into the virgin channel, Rebecca reared up, her body going taught as she cried out at the pressure.  “Shhh, Rebecca.  Lay back down.  Relax your little hole for my fingers.” 

Rebecca was burning all over.  Her spanking had reawakened the pain from her earlier spankings.  The constant fondling of her breasts caused them to feel heavy and her nipples tingled.  The attention to her bottom was horrid and she was consumed with shame when she realized that her body was responding to the embarrassing attention.  She whined in distress as Catherine attempted to insert her fingers, her bottom jerking from side to side. 

Catherine found the passage too tight and sighed.  The little one was so obviously frightened and unable to relax.  She still forced her to accept one finger and worked it deep into Rebecca’s bottom.  She didn’t just slip her finger in and out of the passage.  She worked it in as deep as she could and then twirled and stroked it against the velvet walls of the forbidden channel.  She felt the young woman trying to expel the invader but also heard the sound of her breathing change as the penetration continued.  By the time Catherine withdrew her finger, Rebecca was desperate for release. 

Catherine smiled knowing exactly how the young woman felt.  She cleaned her hands of the lube and then released Rebecca’s restraints.  She turned her onto her back and ignored her whines as she quickly diapered her, leaving both the sticky lube between her red cheeks and the cream that had oozed out of her sex. 

Rebecca found the horrible sack replaced and was too ashamed of what had just happened to look her nanny in her face. 

Catherine just smiled, stroked the hair away from her little girl’s face and placed a kiss on her cheek.  “That was just the beginning, little one.  Your bottom has so many lessons to learn.”  With that, she blew out the lamp and left the nursery. 

Rebecca was soon sobbing and aching all over as she was once again left alone in her crib.

The next several days passed with the same routine.  Rebecca found her temperature taken every single morning.  She blushed and whined softly each time she wet herself and didn’t realize that her nanny used that to know exactly when her little one needed to be changed. 

Rebecca was laid down one morning to be shaved and didn’t even so much as make a single protest.  She played with her rubber duck as Catherine shorn her of pubic hair.  When she felt her nanny’s fingers begin to play between her legs, Rebecca opened her legs wider and lifted her hips, desperately hoping that she was to be allowed release.  She should have known better.  She was taken to the edge again and again only to be denied. 

Rebecca was moaning by the time she was diapered and dressed.  Her frustration was all consuming and though she tried to rub her thighs together to find some sort of relief, the thick diaper defied her efforts.  She was fussy and had earned two spankings by bedtime. 

Catherine ignored the fact that her bottom had been spanked twice already.  Rebecca fought going over her nanny’s lap for the bedtime spanking her husband had decreed she would endure.  Catherine simply held her more tightly and told the young woman that she had earned the paddle. 

Rebecca moaned and promised to be good if she could only have the hairbrush. 

Catherine smiled knowing that the girl was growing accustomed to her new life.  However, rules were rules and no mercy would be shown to the disobedient little one.  After being told to present herself for her paddling, Catherine didn’t hesitate to add yet another layer of welts and bruises onto Rebecca’s bottom.  She had to remind her young charge to lift her bottom several times but was pleased to see the poor roasted bottom lifted each time.  By the time the paddling was over, Rebecca was indeed a very well spanked little one.  

Becca was put to bed every night on a well spanked bottom and found that her training was to be a nightly occurrence as well.  By the fourth evening, Rebecca was pumping her bottom up to meet her nanny’s fingers and Catherine was able to sink two of her fingers deep into Rebecca’s tight bottom. 

She was concentrating so hard on opening her charge’s little hole that she almost made an error.  It was only the loud groan and then the quickly tensed passage around her pumping fingers that warned her that Rebecca was about to spend.  She ripped her fingers out causing the girl to jerk and wail at both the pain and emptiness.  She found herself diapered and put into her sack. That evening she cried for a very long time rolling from side to side as the heat between her legs refused to be extinguished.

Rebecca’s first week of intense training had a rough ending. 

Catherine had been tested all day.  Rebecca was extremely fussy from the moment she was awakened until after dinner.  She had rebelled at using her nappy, sobbing and begging to be allowed to use the big girl potty though she had been confined to nappies for the last several days.  She had been spanked three times before lunchtime and then again when she was put down for her nap.  The afternoon wasn’t any better and she found herself paddled hard and then forced to spend an hour with her punished bottom sitting on her hard little stool, her nose pressed into her naughty corner. 

Catherine shook her head as she sat on the couch doing some needlework reminding the naughty girl to push out that naughty bottom. 

Rebecca stomped her feet and rebelled at the order only to find herself paddled yet again and put back into her corner with an even redder bottom to display, being told to scoot back until the poor punished cheeks hung off the edge of her stool. 

Catherine would stand, walk to the corner, pick up the switch she had placed against the wall and add a few more welts to the little bottom hanging off the stool. 

Rebecca would wail and her little bottom would rise up and down as the switch bit into her.  It seemed to be forever before she was allowed to rise and make her penance, her bottom well striped. 

Dinner was tense and Rebecca actually threw the bottle across the room. 

Catherine pulled her out of the highchair, her intentions clear. 

Rebecca clutched her bottom screaming and saying she didn’t want a spanking, promising over and over to be a good girl.

“You have been a horrible little girl today, Rebecca Louise.  What has gotten in to you today?”

She was forced to pick up her bottle and then was taken straight into her nursery.  She was soon nude and seeing her nanny remove the strap from its nail, she ran down the stairs to the front door.  She was struggling to get the heavy door open when she was jerked off her feet, her nanny’s arm around her small waist.  Kicking and screaming and trying to grab onto the door jamb, Becca didn’t hear the sharp knock on the door. 

Catherine tucked the naked small woman under her arm, pulled the key from her pocket and unlocked the door. 

Becca continued to wail and beat her fists against her nanny’s legs. 

When Catherine opened the door, she wasn’t surprised to see Eleanor standing outside.  She waved the woman inside with the strap she still had in her hand. 

Eleanor smiled and entered.  After locking the door, she turned to follow Catherine.  She had come to check up on the little one and it appeared that all was not going well. 

Rebecca finally saw Eleanor and began to cry even harder, her hands clasped against her bruised bottom.