Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca (15 page)

Rebecca tried desperately to outlast the horrible woman.  However, as her bottom continued to be assaulted with the heavy brush and the burn continued to build, she discovered she would say anything to make the hairbrush stop descending onto her bottom.  “Please… please di… diap…. diaper me, Miss Eleanor.” 

Eleanor smiled over at Patrick and saw him grinning as well.  She was flipped back over and her legs lifted as a pile of the cloth was slipped under her bottom.  Eleanor brought her legs back down but didn’t close the nappy yet. Instead, she ran her hands through the cluster of red curls covering Rebecca’s mound.  Eleanor turned to Patrick.

“I’m surprised you haven’t removed this yet,” Eleanor said. “Little girls certainly do not have women’s hair covering their sweet little kitties.” 

Rebecca sobbed and squirmed as the woman’s fingers explored her body.  She blushed and jerked as she felt a finger slip into her.  It was horrid when Patrick touched her so intimately.  It was far more horrid when this woman did the same. 

Patrick stepped forward and laid his hand on Rebecca’s breast. He played with her nipple which immediately hardened under his fingers.  He smiled down at her, loving the sight of her tear stained face flushed from both embarrassment at her spanking and the fact she was being fondled.  “I intend to remove her curls during her bath later.  I agree they hide far too much and my little one needs to be as bare as possible.” 

Rebecca whined louder as Eleanor pressed her finger deeper.  “You were told to settle down twice now, Rebecca.  I don’t want to see you squirming around like a little worm.  You keep still and let Miss Eleanor tend to you or you’ll find a strap across your bottom.” 

The threat froze Rebecca.  She shuddered but didn’t move and Eleanor was not surprised when another gush of wetness coated her finger.  She drug the girl’s natural lubricant up and over the engorged little nub and was satisfied to see Rebecca’s knuckles turn white where she gripped the sides of the table. “Such a responsive little clitty as well.”  

At least I now know what a kitty and clitty are, Rebecca thought, her body on fire.  Eleanor also enjoyed the sounds of the whimpers Rebecca couldn’t suppress.  She continued to tease the poor bud until she felt Rebecca’s body tense.  She patted the wet kitty one more time before drawing the sides of the nappy up and pinned them securely. 

Rebecca sobbed with shame of being put into a nappy as well as the fact that she had desperately wanted the pleasure she had experienced that morning.  The fact that it hadn’t been her husband’s hand mortified her more than she thought possible.  The heat between her legs burned as much as the heat of her bottom trapped inside the horrid nappy.  She had never known she could be made to feel this desperate need and it truly embarrassed her to realize she would be willing to beg for release if she thought it would be granted.  Her tears streamed down her face as she was sat up and a nightgown was pulled over her head.  It was lacy and pretty, but far too short.  It barely covered the top of her nappy and had silly bows all down the front. 

Patrick picked her up and carried her to the crib.  He placed her inside but before allowing her to lie down, he reminded her, “Don’t you have something to tell Miss Eleanor, Becca?” 

Rebecca sniffled but was quick to say, “I’m sorry I was naughty, Miss Eleanor.  Thank you for spanking my bottom.” 

Eleanor leaned down and kissed the girl on her cheek.  “I’m sorry as well sweetie.  Your poor little bottom must hurt you so much.  Try to be a good girl for your Papa.” 

Rebecca nodded, wanting just to be left alone.  Patrick laid her down and she quickly whimpered until he rolled her onto her stomach.  She shut her eyes tightly, her humiliation great. 

“Sweetie, open your eyes.  See what your Papa has for you.” 

She drug her eyes open not wanting to earn yet another spanking.  They widened in surprise.  Patrick held out a stuffed rabbit that looked almost identical to the one she had as a child.  Without thinking, she reached for it and was soon cuddling it to her chest, her face nuzzling against the soft fur.  She lifted her eyes which were filled with the gleam of unshed tears.  ‘Thank you,” she whispered. 

Patrick’s heart lurched, she was so precious.  “You’re welcome little one.” 

She closed her eyes but felt something pressing against her lips and opened her eyes again.  Patrick was pressing a large, adult sized pacifier against her mouth.  She started to turn her head away but he was quick to reach down and swat her diapered covered bottom.  She obediently opened her mouth and the new tears began to slide down her cheeks. 

Her life was totally new and nothing she would ever have thought possible.  While she had no longer been a pampered girl, yesterday she had been working in the kitchen of her old school and had grown accustomed to her role.  Never would she have thought that less than a day later she would be a wife who was, in reality, a well spanked girl, her bottom burning beyond belief, lying in a crib, swaddled in a nappy and now sucking on a huge pacifier.  She couldn’t wrap her mind around her position, her shame intense even as she felt her body stirring as her husband stroked her hair. 

“Good girl, Becca, that’s my good little girl.  It will help you sleep.”   He pushed the pacifier deeper into her sweet little mouth and immediately thought about her lips closing around his cock instead.  He watched as she shut her eyes and unconsciously began to suck on the large pacifier, obviously trying to adjust to having it in her mouth.  He reached down and buckled it around her head ensuring it wouldn’t be possible for her to dislodge it. 

Rebecca didn’t even notice, sleep already claiming her, allowing her to escape her life for at least a little while. 

The two watched her as she fell asleep, her face tear stained, her mouth working on the binkie and her arms cradling the stuffed rabbit.  Patrick patted her diapered bottom once again before drawing a light blanket up over her.  He leaned down and kissed her cheek, “Sleep well, Becca.”  

Eleanor saw the love in his eyes as he turned to lead her out of the nursery that would now be Becca’s new home.  Both were grinning like fools as they returned to the kitchen to talk.

CHAPTER 7

It was several hours later before Patrick entered the nursery again.  He had spent his time well.  Eleanor had given him several tips and was delighted at how he was progressing with his own little one.  He had played with several of her wards but it wasn’t until she saw him with Rebecca that she knew he had found the one true person meant for him and him alone.  Wedding her was a bonus that Rebecca didn’t yet realize.  Eleanor knew several gentlemen who simply took their own girls home, installing them in their own nurseries without the benefit of marriage and the protection of what that piece of paper provided.  She had been surprised when Patrick told her of allowing Rebecca to make the decision to stay.  Surprised but, she realized, not truly.  Rebecca showed every sign of being a natural submissive.  

Eleanor had helped Patrick unpack and though they had been in and out of the nursery several times, Becca had barely stirred.  They both knew she was not only exhausted but that sleep was her escape from her new life.  Patrick allowed her the escape for the moment but had no intention of allowing her to deny what her life was to become. 

As he watched Eleanor hang the last little dress in the wardrobe, he looked around the room.  Several items had been added including stacks of nappies, a pot of lubricant as well as several thermometers.  Eleanor had placed the heavy hairbrush on top of the dresser and hung both a thick and thin strap on hooks he had installed inside the wardrobe door.  Another hairbrush was also in full view on his bed side table though Eleanor encouraged him to use the room only for his own pleasure.  Allowing Rebecca to spend much time in the room would risk allowing her to elevate her status. 

Patrick finished attaching the soft fur lined restraints around the posts of the bed and assured her that while he had no intention of allowing the little one to consider she was nothing more than his little child wife, she’d sleep in his bed every night unless he decided otherwise.  He saw no reason to deny himself the use of her body and wanted her close at hand. 

Eleanor sighed knowing that most of her clients felt the same way.  However, having seen him put her to bed in her crib on a well roasted bottom, she knew he would make sure his little one experienced far more than just pleasure.

Additional implements to be used on her little bottom as well as other intimate areas were placed around the house.  A heavy wooden spoon as well as a rather large paddle had been placed on top of the kitchen counters, within easy reach when needed.  A deep stoneware crock had been filled with a mixture of vinegar and water was placed beside the back door.  Eleanor had explained that it would always be ready to have a nice thick birch rod immersed in the liquid.  Once well brined, the rod would cause intense stinging and pain when used to birch a naughty little bottom. 

Patrick had groaned, his pants tight around his erection as he remembered seeing a young woman restrained over the school’s birching bench, her screams of pain bouncing around the room as the birch was bounced all over her uplifted bottom.  Eleanor had smiled, able to read his thoughts and wondered how long it would be before the poor little woman upstairs was introduced to the pain of the birch.  Patrick finally balked a bit Eleanor placed a very large enema bag inside the bathroom cabinet but she just smiled.

“Don’t worry so Patrick.  I guarantee you’ll find you will love seeing your Becca’s bottom spread wide around a nozzle with a long tube poking out of her little bottom hole.  She won’t enjoy it but you most certainly will.  It will serve as a good punishment for a naughty wife as well as ensuring she stays well cleaned.  Most of my clients insist on their little ones suffering very thorough enemas as least weekly.” 

He had doubts about that but allowed her to unpack additional items into the cabinet.  He was especially interested in the box of what she called stoppers.  He hefted one in his hand and wondered if it would ever fit inside his little one. 

Eleanor had laughed and said, “They will fit… maybe not immediately but she’ll learn to accept whatever you choose to put inside her, wherever you put them.  The stoppers will gradually dilate her little bottom hole and allow it to adjust before you take her in her bottom.  You will need to properly prepare her, Patrick.  There is no sense in physically causing her harm.  Not only would it possibly damage her, it would prevent your usage of her back passage until she healed.  They will also serve to remind her to ‘stop’ being naughty.” 

Patrick laughed thinking of the physical harm her bottom must currently be feeling but he understood Eleanor’s meaning.  He saw her smiling as they both recognized he now had a very uncomfortable erection.

They had finished unpacking and returned to the kitchen for a cup of tea.

“Tell me what your plans are for when you must leave town, Patrick.”  Eleanor sipped her tea and waited until he had settled in his own chair.  She saw him frown.

“Just the thought of leaving her for even a day makes me uneasy.  It probably is too soon to leave her yet.  This is all so new to her and must be quite a shock.” 

Eleanor understood his concern.  “I understand Patrick.  Most of the girls at the school have been in training for quite some time and are somewhat prepared for their new lifestyle when they are placed.  However, I believe Rebecca is a natural.  She might be an innocent but, oh Lord, her sweet little kitty just creams and creams even when she is wailing under the brush.” 

Patrick grinned remembering how slick she always seemed to be.  “I do think you have lucked out and found a true submissive and from the looks of it, pain seems to only increase her desire. She was soaked when I put her in her nappy.  I do agree she shouldn’t be allowed time to truly think about her position.  If you leave her, she will forget how much she needs you to keep her in line.  I’d suggest that you either find a way to travel with her or hire someone to stay with her while you are gone.  You are also welcome to bring her to the school if you’d like.” 

Patrick seemed to consider her words carefully.  “Taking her might prove difficult, at least this trip.  I really do have business to attend to and leaving her in some hotel room would be just as unpleasant as leaving her here.  I’ll probably have to bring her to you at the school though I’d much rather she remain in this house at least until she is more deeply entrenched in her new lifestyle.  I’m not sure I could find anyone that I would trust to understand Becca’s needs or, more importantly, my desires for her.” 

Eleanor leaned forward and patted his hand, “Nonsense, Patrick.  I can provide you with any number of nannies for your little one.  After all, unless you are planning to retire and spend every waking hour with her, she cannot be allowed to forget for even a moment that she is your little girl and lives to serve your needs. This simply will not work if she shares your bed and is treated as your wife at night and then be left to her own devices while you are gone for the day.  She won’t fulfill the role of your little one if she is only treated as one in the evenings when you return home.  If I understand your desires, you aren’t looking for a wife who will play at being your little one.  I believe you truly are looking for a little one who just happens to also be your wife.” 

Patrick could not have put it better himself and he nodded. 

Eleanor smiled.  “Yes, what you require is a full-time nanny.” 

Patrick hadn’t thought about the amount of time that would be required to assure Becca’s training continued without interruption.  He remembered how much work it had taken just to get her fed and then put down to nap.  While he enjoyed both activities immensely, he also understood that he needed to continue working.  He had enough funds to ensure their very comfortable existence but he enjoyed his work and was too young at forty to even consider retirement.  He mulled her words over and then smiled.  “A nanny?  Hmmm, I admit I hadn’t thought of hiring someone full-time but the idea seems to be a perfect solution.  I certainly have the room for a live in.  Do you have someone in mind?”