Becoming His: the Teaching of Rebecca
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Her nanny would take her hand once Patrick led her from his room. She would be naked as Patrick never replaced any gown she had been allowed to wear. Rebecca was always blushing when her nanny led her into the bathroom to give her a bath, both in shame at her nakedness as well as knowing that her nanny was aware of what transpired in Patrick’s bed. She couldn’t hide the bruises that were often on her breasts from his rough handling. She couldn’t hide the stickiness that was always between he...r thighs when she was taken in hand by her nanny. She often wondered if her nanny could hear her screams and begs for both mercy and permission to take her pleasure behind Patrick’s thick door. If the nanny did, she valued discretion. Catherine never made any comments. Before Becca was allowed to step into the tub, her nanny always checked her kitty for her cream though she told Becca she was checking to see if she needed to be shorn. Rebecca wasn’t stupid but forced herself to keep her legs apart for her nanny’s inspections.Catherine had grinned but said nothing the first time that Rebecca reached for the little duck and played with it while she soaked in the tub. Rebecca had quickly learned that fussing was not the way to start her day because it always led to having an aching, hot bottom. Catherine would then straighten the room as Becca returned her toys to their proper place. Becca was always dressed in clothing far beneath her age. Patrick and Catherine took turns preparing meals that Becca was only allowed to eat after she drank a full bottle of milk. The first time she had suddenly balked at the hated taste of the milk and thrown the bottle, Patrick had grabbed her out of her chair, lifted her dress, skimmed down her bloomers and given her a very hard spanking with the large wooden spoon that was always present on the countertop. Her feet and arms had kicked and flailed as he roasted her bottom. By the time he sat her down on her feet, she was a mess. Catherine had taken her hand and led her to the corner. A corner in every room had been designated as her naughty girl corner. Rebecca had sobbed as she was placed nose to wall, her skirts tucked under her hands, her bloomers at her ankles. She had been forced to remain in the corner knowing the others were looking at her bottom while they finished their breakfast and Catherine cleaned the kitchen. Rebecca’s stomach growled which only caused her to sob harder knowing she would not be eating the pancakes that smelled so good. When the kitchen was clean, Rebecca was called from her corner. She hobbled to her Papa, her bloomers at her ankles, her dress well up and had made her penance. 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.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Her nanny would take her hand once Patrick led her from his room. She would be naked as Patrick never replaced any gown she had been allowed to wear. Rebecca was always blushing when her nanny led her into the bathroom to give her a bath, both in shame at her nakedness as well as knowing that her nanny was aware of what transpired in Patrick’s bed. She couldn’t hide the bruises that were often on her breasts from his rough handling. She couldn’t hide the stickiness that was always between he...r thighs when she was taken in hand by her nanny. She often wondered if her nanny could hear her screams and begs for both mercy and permission to take her pleasure behind Patrick’s thick door. If the nanny did, she valued discretion. Catherine never made any comments. Before Becca was allowed to step into the tub, her nanny always checked her kitty for her cream though she told Becca she was checking to see if she needed to be shorn. Rebecca wasn’t stupid but forced herself to keep her legs apart for her nanny’s inspections.Catherine had grinned but said nothing the first time that Rebecca reached for the little duck and played with it while she soaked in the tub. Rebecca had quickly learned that fussing was not the way to start her day because it always led to having an aching, hot bottom. Catherine would then straighten the room as Becca returned her toys to their proper place. Becca was always dressed in clothing far beneath her age. Patrick and Catherine took turns preparing meals that Becca was only allowed to eat after she drank a full bottle of milk. The first time she had suddenly balked at the hated taste of the milk and thrown the bottle, Patrick had grabbed her out of her chair, lifted her dress, skimmed down her bloomers and given her a very hard spanking with the large wooden spoon that was always present on the countertop. Her feet and arms had kicked and flailed as he roasted her bottom. By the time he sat her down on her feet, she was a mess. Catherine had taken her hand and led her to the corner. A corner in every room had been designated as her naughty girl corner. Rebecca had sobbed as she was placed nose to wall, her skirts tucked under her hands, her bloomers at her ankles. She had been forced to remain in the corner knowing the others were looking at her bottom while they finished their breakfast and Catherine cleaned the kitchen. Rebecca’s stomach growled which only caused her to sob harder knowing she would not be eating the pancakes that smelled so good. When the kitchen was clean, Rebecca was called from her corner. She hobbled to her Papa, her bloomers at her ankles, her dress well up and had made her penance. 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.
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