Free Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca by Maggie Ryan Page B

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