by Maggie Ryan
She felt conflicted. Her heart was pounding but his touch on her face as he kept it tilted to his and the look in his eyes was causing the tingling in her stomach to return full force. She felt like she was participating in a dance for which she didn’t know the steps.
He watched her eyes and said, “Breathe, Becca. Take a deep breath and just answer me.”
She found herself sucking in air unaware that she had been holding her breath. She dropped her eyes as she replied. “I don’t need a spanking sir. I’ll be a go…good girl.”
He smiled and once again kissed the tip of her nose. “Good girl, I believe we have kept Miss Summers waiting long enough.”
She looked up to see a woman standing at the top of the steps to the porch. She blushed and wondered exactly how long the woman had been standing there. She discovered the answer soon enough.
“Are you about done Mr. McGavin? I don’t mind waiting if your little one needs another spanking.”
Rebecca blushed and couldn’t contain a small whimper of embarrassment.
Patrick just grinned. He led Rebecca up the porch and released her hand only long enough to embrace the woman. Rebecca took the opportunity to use her hands to rub quickly at her aching bottom. The horrid thought of him lifting her skirt and discovering he would not have had to lower her drawers; simply part them to bare her bottom caused her both to shiver and flush all over.
Patrick smiled down at her very red face and saw the little hands on her backside. He reached out and removed her hands from her bottom keeping one tightly held in his. “No sweetie. When I spank your bottom, you aren’t allowed to rub it.” He ignored her gasp and turned back to the woman, “Not just my little one Eleanor. Becca is my wife.”
Returning his eyes to Rebecca he instructed, “Say hello to Miss Summers, Rebecca.”
Rebecca couldn’t remember ever being so embarrassed. She wanted to turn and run but Patrick now had her hand in his. She looked up and realized the woman was beautiful. Her clothing was of the latest fashion and Rebecca felt suddenly aware that she was still standing in her servant clothing, her hair coming out of her braid and her face most likely dirty from the kitchen, her eyes swollen from her tears.
She flushed when she saw the woman bend down and say, “Oh Patrick, she is precious. Such a tiny little thing. I can see why you finally married. Though I must admit there will be several little ones disappointed that you won’t be their new papa.”
Rebecca’s mouth dropped open. “Papa? He’s not my papa…he’s…he’s my husband!”
The woman laughed and Patrick joined in.
Rebecca felt anger rise up in her and she stamped her foot. The woman laughed again and Rebecca realized she was acting exactly like a snotty little girl. She drew herself up to her full height which didn’t even reach five feet and said, “Excuse me. I didn’t mean to be rude. Hello, my name is Mrs. Rebecca McGavin and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Eleanor Summers smiled hugely and grinned over at Patrick. “As I said, absolutely precious. Shall we go inside?”
Rebecca wanted to slap the smile off the woman’s face but with her hand still being tightly held by her husband, she found herself being led into the house. She didn’t want to be impressed but she was. The foyer was immense and lovely. Rebecca remembered her old home and a yearning for her old life returned. Being an adult wasn’t working out the way she expected.
The woman led them into a side room where Patrick sat down in a large chair and unceremoniously drew Rebecca down onto his lap. She tried to jump up, but his arms tightened around her waist. “Settle down, young lady, unless you want to find yourself across my knees turned the other way.”
She got his meaning as well as his threat and froze. Had he actually just threatened to spank her again? She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t speak. She heard the woman laugh again.
“Seems you have married yourself a little hellion, Patrick. Are you sure you made the right choice? As I said, there are going to be several trained little ones very disappointed.”
Patrick grinned and sat back, forcing Rebecca to lean back against his chest. “I’m positive Eleanor. I’ve never been happier or more excited in my life. Rebecca and I wed today and though it’s her birthday today, I feel that I have been given a present as well.”
“Happy birthday, Rebecca. You received the best birthday present in the world. How many other little girls are lucky enough to find their new Papa on their birthdays?”
Rebecca simply stared at the woman. Was she serious? She hadn’t found a father, she’d simply basically been forced to wed this strange man and she was seriously beginning to regret leaving the school. Everything that had happened since her ‘marriage’ had been strange and confusing.
Eleanor just grinned and turned her attention to Patrick. “I am so glad you found her. Was it as difficult as you thought?”
Patrick knew she wasn’t speaking of actually locating the girl, but of the conditions in which he had discovered her. He shook his head and said, “We’ll discuss that later Eleanor. For now, I need some help. Although I’ve been preparing for my wife for quite a while, I find I’m in the need of several items. I was hoping you might be able to help me. Would you have time tonight or should I come back in the morning? I will also be forced to leave town for a few days in the near future and would like to discuss possibilities with you for her care. Until then, though I’ve prepared her room, I need to make sure I have everything Becca will need. She definitely needs a proper wardrobe as you can see.”
Eleanor smiled and clapped her hands. “Of course I’ll help. Let’s just get your little one settled and then we can gather what you will need.”
Patrick nodded and before Rebecca knew what was happening, she was off his lap and being led down another hall. She was nervous but also had felt excited about hearing her husband speak of her needing a new wardrobe. She hoped Patrick took Miss Summers’ advice about fashion as she dressed beautifully.
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, y
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.
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