by Maggie Ryan
She was soon screeching and kicking her little feet.
Patrick remembered the position Eleanor had shown him but realized with her feet unable to even reach the ground, it was an impossible position for his little one to assume. Besides, he rather enjoyed seeing her legs churn as she tried to escape her spanking. He liked the occasional sight of her little kitty when she kicked especially hard. He spanked her until her bottom was bright red before setting her down on her feet. She was bawling just like a true little one, her feet stomping, her hands fluttering over her bottom.
Remembering times at Eleanor’s house when he had the opportunity to observe little ones being punished, he pulled her into a corner of the room. “This is your naughty girl corner Rebecca. You will stand here and think about why your Papa had to spank you.” He pressed her nose into the wall and then guided her hands to her head. “Lace your fingers together and keep those hands on your head.”
She obeyed, her bottom burning hotly. She sobbed even louder as he raised her dress and petticoats and tucked them up under her laced fingers. She could feel the air across her scalded bottom and was humiliated that he was forcing her to display herself for his pleasure.
“Keep those skirts up and spread you legs Rebecca.”
She shuffled her feet an inch apart but was quickly spread much wider after he began to swat the insides of her thighs until she reached an appropriate distance. Now her thighs burned as much as her bottom and she leaned into the corner and sobbed her pain and shame.
Patrick grinned deciding to make her burn elsewhere as well. His fingers slid across her inner thigh softly tracing the red marks of his fingerprints. He reached her sex and though he barely allowed his skin to graze hers, she began to tremble. He slid a finger between her lips and found it soon coated. She moaned and seemed to press into the corner a bit more, trying to escape what he was doing but already knowing not to move away from his hands. Patrick spent several long, delicious moments teasing her. He flicked his fingertip over her clit, loving her small jerk as well as the sounds she was trying so hard to contain. Patrick continued to tease and manipulate her clit until she pressed herself down onto his hand, begging for relief. Satisfied she was in a highly aroused state, he removed his finger and patted her punished bottom.
Rebecca keened at the disappearance of his hand and the sobbed even harder with the shame of her need.
Patrick was delighted. She’d be spending a great deal of time bare spanked bottom on display and he would enjoy every single moment knowing she was burning in more ways than one. He returned to his desk and continued his work. He looked up often to observe her happy to see that she stayed in the corner, her hands gripping the multiple layers of her clothing, her little bottom bright red. Rebecca finally cried herself out and discovered she hated being in the corner, nose pressed to the wall, legs spread wide. The pain in her bottom began to fade but not the tingling between her legs. She shuffled a bit in an attempt to find some sort of relief but froze when he barked, “Be still. Stick that bottom out.” She felt her body flush but obeyed, not wanting to anger him again.
He finally pushed away from his desk and called to her. “You may come out of the corner Becca but keep your hands on your head and your skirts up.”
She blushed but was grateful to be allowed to move. She shuffled her feet backwards and then turned to face him.
He was delighted at the sight of her tear stained face. Her lip was trembling and she soon had it between her teeth. “Come here Rebecca.”
She slowly walked towards him. He pulled her between his spread legs and cupped her bottom with his hands. She moaned and jerked at the contact. Patrick’s cock thickened as he fondled the bottom he had recently spanked. He looked at her and quirked his eyebrow.
She flushed but stammered, “I’m sorry I was naughty Papa. Thank you for spanking my bottom."
He smiled and then lifted her to sit on his knee. Her bottom ached at the pressure but she leaned into him when he pulled her close. She buried her face in his shirt and sniffed. He continued to pat and squeeze her tender globes. “It was very, very naughty of you to throw your toys, Becca. Lots of little children don’t have nice toys to play with do they?”
Rebecca could care less what sort of toys other children had. She was not a child despite what her husband believed. She was determined to remain silent but a harsh pinch on her aching bottom changed her mind. “Noooo, sir.”
Patrick moved his hand back to pat her bottom for which she found herself grateful. “Are you ready to play again or do you need to be put to bed without any supper?”
At the mention of food, they both heard her stomach growl. She blushed but realized she was starving. She decided to take the path most beneficial for her. “I’ll….I’ll play Papa.”
Patrick kissed the top of her head and soon had her settled down on the blanket.
She attempted to rise the moment her bottom hit the quilt.
“No! You’ve earned that hot bottom, you can just sit on it and think about why it hurts.”
She squirmed but obeyed. He handed her a doll and saw her look of dismay. He looked down and said, “Would you rather have a book, sweetie?”
Her eyes lit up, she adored reading. She nodded and forced herself to say, “Yes please, Papa.”
He grinned loving the words. He looked over at his shelf and picked a book. She glowed when he handed it to her. It was a book of fairy tales and intended for children far younger than she, but she was very grateful to put the doll aside.
Patrick picked up the discarded doll and promptly returned it to her lap.
She lifted her face, her eyes glaring but seeing his warning look, she simply dropped her eyes back to the book.
Patrick watched as she was soon absorbed in the book, sitting quietly on her spanked bottom, the doll on her lap. He knew that several men didn’t allow their little ones to read or participate in activities they had enjoyed before they became little girls. He for one decided that Becca’s life would be hard enough. If she found pleasure in the pages of books, he’d make sure she had some. Giving her such a treat occasionally certainly wouldn’t stop her from having to please him in every other way. He settled back at his desk and grinned seeing her little ruffled bloomers on the floor. Becca didn’t seem to realize she was now bare beneath her dress. He picked them up and placed them on his desk. He worked for another hour while Becca read. She hadn’t fidgeted or pouted once her nose was buried in her book and he found the hour restful.
Too soon though, he had taken the book away and was helping her to stand. He frowned at her pout. “Naughty little girls don’t get books, Becca.”
She nodded and then blushed when he led her to the water closet. She was silent as he lifted her onto the seat. Once she was finished, he wiped her and played with her between her legs until she was moaning and the burn was growing hotter and hotter.
He again denied her release, loving the moan when he removed his fingers. She’d be moaning tonight and he liked the thought of keeping her on the edge all day.
She stepped into the ridiculous bloomers blushing when she realized she hadn’t been wearing them since her spanking.
He pulled them up over her bottom disappointed to see that most of the red from her spanking had already disappeared. He sighed but knew he could and would be reddening her bottom again soon enough.
He placed her in her high chair and tied the bib around her neck. She was stunned when he handed her a huge baby bottle full of milk. He smiled when she looked as if she was going to throw it. “Not a good idea, little one, unless you want to drink it on a freshly paddled rump.”
Rebecca blushed and was finally forced to put the huge nipple into her mouth while he stood watching her until she obeyed. He nodded, dropped another kiss on the top of her head and began fixing their dinner. As he cooked the simple meal he found himself hoping that Catherine could cook. He would rather have spent the time it took to cook in just watching his little one play. He remin
ded her several times to drink her milk. She played with the nipple, only taking very small drinks until he informed her that if she didn’t hurry up and finish her bottle, she would find herself in bed without any dinner. She shuddered but forced herself to continue to pull hard on the nipple to draw the milk into her mouth. The strength required soon made her jaws ache but she continued to work the nipple until the bottle was empty.
Patrick had already finished half his meal while she drank her bottle. He took the empty bottle and smiled. Watching her suckle was incredibly arousing. “That’s my good girl.”
She shuddered but obediently opened her mouth to accept the spoon. He fed her every bite and she enjoyed most of the meal. She balked at the spoonful of green peas he held up to her lips and it wasn’t until he threatened yet another trip across his lap before she reluctantly opened her mouth. She rolled the hated vegetable around in her mouth until he began to stand. He had his hands on the tray before she forced herself to swallow. Her face showed her disgust but Patrick simply forced her to accept several additional spoonfuls.
He had just wiped her face and hands when a knock once again sounded on the door. Rebecca froze again. For a man that claimed he enjoyed keeping to himself, a lot of people seemed to visit. Patrick once again left her in her highchair as he greeted the woman that was to become Becca’s nanny.
CHAPTER 8
Rebecca fully expected that horrid woman, Eleanor, to join her in the kitchen. Her face showed her shock when Mrs. Andrews appeared beside her husband. Her mouth dropped open even as her face flushed. She squirmed in the chair, her bottom remembering both the embarrassing bath as well as the spankings she had received from this woman the night before.
Catherine just smiled, knowing the little woman was not pleased to see her.
Patrick, on the other hand, appeared very happy. “Becca, look who is here. Mrs. Andrews has come to be your nanny. Isn’t that wonderful?”
The look on Rebecca’s face was priceless. Her mouth remained open but her eyes widened and she actually moaned. Patrick was delighted. “I’m so glad you have taken the position Mrs. Andrews and I know that Becca will come to appreciate you as well.”
Rebecca figured he was being incredibly stupid as she had no intention of appreciating any of what this woman did.
The older woman just smiled and nodded. “I was so pleased you’ve asked for me Mr. McGavin. I just adored helping you with your little one last night. I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”
Rebecca’s eyes had turned into squints and her mouth was drawn up in a very definite pout. The two ignored her as if she didn’t matter. She found she hated being ignored and kicked her feet against the legs of her chair. That got their attention!
“Rebecca! Don’t be naughty or I’ll have to roast your bottom again.”
She blushed at the threat as well as the smile on the woman’s face. She stilled her feet though and simply crossed her arms and stared across the room.
Patrick grinned. She was still precious even when she was pouting. “Mrs. Andrews, let me show you to your room and let you get settled. We’ve just finished dinner and it will soon be time for Becca to be put to bed.”
Catherine nodded and said,
“That’s sound perfect. Call me Catherine, sir, though our little one should call me Nanny or ma’am, whichever you prefer.”
Rebecca pretended not to listen but her heart thumped in anger.
Patrick looked over at his wife. “I think Nanny is a proper response for Becca. It will help remind her that little ones need a both a nanny and a Papa to teach them to behave. Just looking at her pouting tells me she has a very lot to learn.”
Becca’s eyes flew to his and she knew she’d gained nothing except a probable spanking by pouting. She whined and her eyes begged but he ignored her. Before she knew it, he had placed the hated doll on the tray of her chair.
“You can play with your dolly while I get your nanny settled.” She glared up at him and he simply bent down to kiss the top of her head. He wondered how long it would be before the doll wound up across the room.
He showed Catherine to her room which she found delightful. He listened as she spoke about some of the things he and Eleanor had discussed. He found himself agreeing with everything she said knowing that Becca would have an entirely different view. It was several minutes later until they returned to the kitchen.
Rebecca hadn’t appreciated being trapped in the stupid chair with nothing to do except to think. The reality of her situation was beginning to sink into her brain, the choice she had made that very morning coming back in full force. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she had been on her own with her only responsibility being to do whatever task assigned to her well.
As she sat in the ridiculous chair, the childish doll on the tray, she felt her heart pounding. She had married this man and then had voluntarily agreed to place herself in his hands, both as his wife but, more predominately, his child. What had she been thinking? Within a day, she had been stripped nude and bathed by strangers, been spanked several times, placed into humiliating positions, embarrassed repeatedly, and, with her husband’s last words, expected to learn not only to obey but actually appreciate being put into a nanny’s care. Her feet were drumming a beat against the legs of the high chair as if she was attempting to run. She pushed against the locked tray and began to whimper but stopped immediately as Patrick and Catherine stepped into the room.
Patrick saw that the doll was lying in the exact spot where he had placed it. Evidently she had learned her earlier lesson well. While she hadn’t played with the toy, at least she hadn’t dared throw it.
Rebecca saw that the woman had changed into some sort of uniform. What bothered her most was the sight of a large white apron with many pockets tied around her ample waist. She found she had difficulty in swallowing as she imagined what the pockets might contain.
Patrick didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. Instead he unlocked the chair and lifted her down making sure to hand her the doll. She stood frozen not knowing what to do.
Catherine stepped forward and took her hand. Her job had officiously begun.
Rebecca watched as Patrick took a large pot of water off the stove where it had been heating. He nodded to Catherine as he carried it out of the kitchen. Catherine simply held Rebecca’s hand. “It’s almost time for your bath, Becca. Your Papa is just filling the tub. I hope you aren’t as naughty tonight during your bath. Do you remember what happened last night when you were so naughty?”
Rebecca blushed, her face burning with both the question and the memory.
Catherine smiled down at her. “Come on sweetie, answer me now.”
Rebecca still refused to answer until she heard, “Answer me Rebecca. Do it immediately before I pull your bloomers down and give you a reminder.”
Rebecca squirmed, not even aware that she had buried her face in the doll’s hair that she held clutched to her chest, but answered, “You... you spanked me.”
“Use the proper address young lady! Look at nanny when she is talking to you. You are truly pushing your luck.”
Not having realized that her husband had returned, Rebecca gulped and looked between the two hating the smiles on their faces. “You spanked me, Mrs. Andrews.”
Patrick shook his head and in an instant had Rebecca’s bloomers to her knees. He bent her over and swatted her bottom hard and fast. She dropped the doll and was soon screeching, her hands wrapped around his leg for some attempt at balance.
“No. Don’t spank me…please no more spanking. I’m sorry Papa!”
Patrick set her back onto her feet and glowered down at her. “You spanked me Nan… Nanny.”
Both of them smiled knowing that it would become far easier for Becca to address her properly the more she was forced to repeat the word.
“That’s right sweetie. Nanny had to spank your bottom. Now, let’s try to behave tonight to spare that poor little bottom as I can tell from the look of it that the sp
anking your Papa just gave you was not the first today.”
Rebecca sniffed but nodded. She received another hard swat on her naked bottom. “Yes ma’am!” she cried.
Patrick patted the bottom he’d just spanked, pulling her bloomers back over the freshly reddened rear. “Go with Nanny, Becca, and be a good girl. You will obey Nanny as you do me. We both know she is very capable of spanking your bottom. It is up to you if you come to tell me goodnight with a blazing bottom or just a squeaky clean one.”
She blushed but found herself pulled from the room. She kept her eyes on the floor as she was led to the bathroom.
Catherine wasted no time in stripping the young woman. Once she was nude, she led her by the hand and lifted her up onto the potty chair. Rebecca flushed as she did what was expected and was grateful that the woman only quickly wiped her. Not wanting to truly think about it, she found herself wishing it had been her husband’s fingers between her legs.
Catherine smiled to herself seeing the conflicting emotions run across the girl’s face. Catherine helped her off the seat and quickly braided the thick mass of her hair; pinning it up on top of her head before she helped her into the tub. “There is no reason to wash it tonight honey. Every other day should be sufficient as it is so thick and takes a long time to dry.”
Rebecca ignored her and then watched in horror as the woman dropped a couple of toys in the water as if she expected Rebecca to be delighted. Rebecca ignored them completely.
Catherine smiled and let it go as there were far more important battles to be waged.
Rebecca was washed just as thoroughly as she had been the previous evening. The only difference was she forced herself to not fuss even when the woman scrubbed her hard between her legs, poking her fingers into places that they didn’t belong, as far as Rebecca was concerned. She couldn’t contain a small whimper when her tender bottom was vigorously scrubbed and didn’t see Catherine’s smile.
