Disciplining Rachel – Ch5 – Episode 5

When Rachel awoke the next morning it took her a few moments to remember what had happened the night before. She knew she had a lot of work to cram into the next two and a half days but her stomach was intruding – she was very hungry, having basically been sent to bed with no supper. She could feel her face growing red at the thought of Malcolm’s instructions. She hoped he would not be about when she went down to get breakfast.

But there he was in the kitchen, and he seemed to be cooking.

He smiled at her, “Good Morning, Rachel. Have a seat, your breakfast is nearly ready.” He was stirring a pot on the Aga.

Rachel sat, watching him carefully, he now had his back to her.
With something of a dramatic flourish he placed a bowl of porridge in front of her, and stirred in a dollop of cream, then honey and finally, smiling smuggly he grated some nutmeg. He then did the same with his own porridge.

He sat down opposite her, “Eat.” His tone was jovial but the instruction was clear.
Rachel wasn’t the biggest fan of porridge but this was delicious and she was ravenous, so she wolfed it down in double quick time. Malcolm then produced a rack of wholemeal toast and nodded to her to continue eating while he finished his porridge.

When he felt she’d had enough time to sate her appetite he spoke again,

“So you’ve got this test on Monday?”

“Yes, the afternoon, so I’ve got to get stuck into the books this morning.”

He nodded, “Yes, I rather think you do. I will be expecting to see a dramatic improvement in your results, Rachel. You do understand that?”

Rachel blushed and studied her plate, “Yes, Mr Grant. I understand the Company wants to see some return for its money.”

“Indeed it does. So for this weekend only, there are going to be a few rules, just to assist you.”

Rachel glanced up and their eyes locked.

“Firstly, you don’t need to worry about meals, everything will be provided. It will all be healthy and filling. Secondly, there will be no alcohol. I think you’ve drunk enough over the past couple of months.” He paused, Rachel’s face was scarlet, he continued,

“There will be no facebook, no blogging, no texting, no online social activity of any kind. You need uninterrupted study time and I intend to see you get it. I will require your word that this will be the case.” His gaze was steady and Rachel nodded,

“You have my word, Mr Grant. I know I have to pull this back.”

“Good girl, don’t disappoint me Rachel, I don’t respond well to being disappointed and I’m trusting you to do the right thing.”

Although this was said in a light and friendly tone of voice, Rachel was in no doubt about the consequences. She was also acutely aware that she’d made a fool of herself last night and didn’t want to give him any opportunity to turn the tables on her, so she nodded again and made to leave the table.

Just as she was about to exit the kitchen, he added,

“I think we’ll keep it formal until after this test is out of the way, Rachel. You can go back to ‘Malcolm’ once that’s over.” Nodding shyly once more, Rachel closed the door quietly behind her.

Malcolm Grant smiled to himself, her response was perfect. She was genuinely going to work like a trojan, that much was clear. He knew she now had a point to make about her abilities and she also had another motivation – staying out of trouble.

Back in her room, Rachel shook herself, she really needed to concentrate.

Having put in a solid morning of work, Rachel decided it would lead to a more productive afternoon if she went for a quick run, to get some fresh air and use up some energy. Arriving back, hot and sweaty after her three miles, she jogged into an empty kitchen. A tray had been laid out for her. Mr Grant had been right, he was certainly keeping her healthy and filled up. She took the tray of middle-eastern salad upstairs and didn’t emerge until half way through the evening.

She was a lot happier by that time. She now had a handle on the test subjects and could spend Sunday preparing specific topics she reckoned would turn up on the paper and then Monday morning going over her notes. She could have murdered a glass of wine but that was currently forbidden.

She took her tray back to the kitchen, Mr Grant was nowhere to be seen, but there was a note and a delicious smell.

Rachel removed the casserole and veg from the Aga, ate her meal and went back upstairs. After another couple of hours study Rachel had had enough for the day and tried to remember if she was allowed to watch TV. She couldn’t recall any instruction to the contrary saw that ‘The Philadelphia Story’ was on TCM, decided she wanted to watch it on the huge plasma downstairs, so made her way to the comfort of the lounge, which was deserted.

Sidling into the kitchen, Rachel scanned the fridge and purloined a very large bar of turkish delight to keep her company and made her way back to the sofa.

About half an hour into the film she heard Mr Grant come in, he obviously heard the telly and stuck his head round the door. Rachel looked up guiltily.

Malcolm Grant took in the scene, the look on Rachel’s face, and couldn’t stop himself laughing.

“Is that my chocolate you’re eating, Rachel?”

She jumped like a scalded cat, “Yes, yes, sorry, I’ll replace it tomorrow.”

“Not to worry, I eat far too much of it anyway. Is that ‘The Philadelphia Story’?”

“Ah-ha – yes.” She nodded.

“Hmm – good, I haven’t seen that in ages. I must admit I rather like Kathryn Hepburn.”

“And I like Cary Grant quite a lot.”

They grinned at each other and Malcolm settled down at the other end of the sofa. Glancing at him, Rachel set the bar of chocolate on the seat between them so he could take some too.

They watched and ate for a while in comfortable silence. Then Cary asked Kathryn the important question about her new fiancee “Does Kittredge spank?” Without even realising what she was doing, Rachel drew her knees up, wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin on them, totally engrossed in the movie. Malcolm was watching from the corner of his eye and caught the slight shifting in her seat, the squirm of embarrassment and excitement that ran through her and the rapt attention on her face. ‘And all of that from the mention of the word’ he mused and then went back to the film. Her reaction also let him know that when the opportunity arose, Rachel’s bottom would be very receptive to the palm of his hand.

Malcolm Grant tried to recall the last time he had been genuinely looking forward to taking a girl over his knee for a little light spanking and thought it had to be over a decade before. He thought he’d try her a little bit more so when the movie ended and Rachel yawned, he said,

“Okay then Rachel, bed time I think. And I’d like you in bed for 10pm tomorrow night please. You need a good night’s sleep before this test. Off you go, there’s a good girl.”

Rachel wrapped her arms around herself, looked up at him from her corner of the sofa and said, “Yes, Mr Grant, good night. I – I’ll see you in the morning.”

As she walked past him, Rachel’s feeling of submission was quite overwhelming. She half expected him to reach out and pat her bottom, or worse, and was sadly disappointed when he didn’t.

Malcolm Grant grinned broadly to himself, he knew what she wanted and he wanted it too – but not yet, not quite yet.