You tell her you have learned your lesson.

"I will do as I'm told, mommy," you say in between sniffles.

Rebeccah's mother slides your head off her lap and stands up. She reaches down and slides her fingers against the inside of her stockinged thigh, then lifts them up to her face, rubbing her fingertips against her thumb. She pulls them apart and a sticky string of clear fluid connects them.

"Goodness gracious, you dirty boy. I will have to change my stockings now," she says and turns on her heel, exiting your room.

After collecting yourself and getting your emotions under control, you find your panties and slide them on, followed by your pants. You splash some water on your face to freshen up, and then you nervously go down the stairs to rejoin Rebeccah and her mother in the living room.

In the living room, however, you only find Rebeccah and you can hear activity in the kitchen.

"Mommy is starting dinner," she says simply, and doesn't seem at all surprised to see from your puffy eyes that you have been crying, and she pats the sofa next to her.

"She really doesn't like to be contradicted or defied," Rebeccah says, looking apologetic. "She is very pleasant to be around when everyone is using their manners though. I kind of thought things might be a little bumpy at first, but I know you and mommy will be great friends." she says, grasping your hands and looking into your eyes.

"Until we are married, we just have to follow her rules and do as she says. After that, we will be on our own and we can live any way we want. Will you promise me to do as she says? For me and our future?" she says, looking at you earnestly.