Nicola and Hattie: Chapter 38: Phone

A new Nicola and Hattie chapter – I hope you enjoy it.

This is Chapter 38

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Hattie dropped her phone onto her chest and pulled the covers up over it as she heard Nicola’s footsteps on the stairs.

She scowled a little to herself at the idea of being worried to be caught. Why should she care if she was caught? It was a stupid rule, not having any phones in the bedroom in the evening. It wasn’t like she was going to use it while she was asleep anyway.

She hadn’t really meant to be on it this long. And besides, she was going to go back down and put it on the table like she was supposed to, so she didn’t even need to hide it, she thought to herself.

She watched Nicola out of the side of her eyes, not turning her head as her girlfriend got into the bed beside her. If she noticed Hattie was keeping the covers clutched tight up to her chest, she didn’t comment on it.

“You all ready for bed?” Nicola asked her.

“Yes,” Hattie said, not rudely, though not in her most polite tone.

“Hmm?” Nicola brushed some wispy bits of hair from Hattie’s eyes. The tone was enough to prompt Hattie.

“Yes ma’am,” Hattie said, her tone low and quiet.

“Anything else you need to do?” Nicola asked.

“No,” Hattie said. “Ma’am,” she added, glancing up at Nicola’s expression looking down on her.

“Anything you want to tell me?” Nicola asked, tugging lightly on Hattie’s ear.

“No ma’am,” Hattie said, looking away, though without turning her head, as Nicola had not let go of her ear.

Nicola’s grip tightened very slightly, not quite enough to really hurt.

“Go put your phone downstairs, and bring me the bath brush please.”

Hattie stiffened and flushed. She felt embarrassed, indignant, guilty, and frustrated all at once. She’d have turned sharply away if not for the pinch of Nicola’s grip still on her ear.

“How did you know?” she asked, after a moment, internally cringing at how small and pathetic her voice sounded.

“Other than your phone not being on the table downstairs where it’s meant to be?” Nicola asked her.

Hattie scowled.

“Your online status on WhatsApp helped tip me off,” Nicola added. She released Hattie’s ear and let her sit up.

“Oh.”

Hattie got out of bed slowly, making her way to the landing with no haste.

“Hattie,” Nicola said, and Hattie froze for a moment.

“The answer to this isn’t to get sneakier,” Nicola told her. “It’s to do what you’re supposed to do, or be honest when asked about it if you haven’t.”

“Mmhmm,” Hattie replied, and then left the room before she could be corrected in her response. She had been thinking about remembering to hide her online status and it was both mortifying and annoying that Nicola had seemed to know.

As she made her way downstairs, she felt the familiar current of nervous energy coursing through her body, making her feel mildly sick. Was she trembling? She looked at her hand, holding it front of her as she tried to tell.

She held onto her sense of frustration over being caught, trying to use the feeling of righteous indignation to calm her nerves over the impending trouble she’d found herself in.

It was hard to feel too righteous about lying through omission, so she mainly focused on thinking about how unfair the rule was in the first place.

By the time she got back upstairs, she was feeling very righteously indignant indeed. The bath brush was in their room, so Hattie simply snatched it up as she re-entered, pushing away any lurch she felt her stomach make as she felt its weight in her hand.

She thrust it at Nicola, who had positioned herself on the edge of the bed, clearly ready to put Hattie over her lap.

“Poppy’s allowed her phone in bed,” Hattie said, getting her main argument in before Nicola could begin scolding her.

“You’re not Poppy,” Nicola said simply, not taking the brush.

“Well,” Hattie said, stumbling for a moment and feeling slightly deflated by the response. “It’s not fair,” she finished as firmly as she could manage. She felt awkward, standing in front of her girlfriend, the horrid bath brush somehow still clutched in one hand.

“You are Harriet Rosemary Evans,” Nicola said, hooking a finger in the top of Hattie’s pyjama bottoms and pulling her forwards. Hattie grimaced at her full name as she stumbled closer to her girlfriend.

“You are my little girl,” Nicola continued, and Hattie grimaced harder as she tried to force herself not to blush.

Nicola took the bath brush from her then, and pulled her over her knee. Hattie’s toes briefly tried to find a grip on the floor, and then she felt Nicola lifting and moving her so her legs were up on the bed, but trapped under Nicola’s other leg.

“Nicki,” Hattie started, as Nicola pulled her pyjama bottoms and undies down. But then she felt Nicola’s palm connect with her bottom, and buried her face in the bed covers, arms tucked under her chest and fists clenched.

“You and Poppy are not the same person, nor are you in the same situation,” Nicola continued, spanking more rapidly than Hattie had been prepared for. “And your rules are for you, not for anyone else.”

Hattie growled and grunted in response to the continued onslaught of Nicola’s impossibly hard palm, to keep from whimpering or making any less dignified noises. She wished she could be more stubborn and difficult, even as she wished she could just give in without having to go through all of this.

She felt Nicola target her thighs next, and kicked her legs as much as she was able in her current position.

“It’s still not fair,” she managed to gasp out.

Nicola didn’t answer, but Hattie knew she’d said the wrong thing, from the force behind the next few thigh swats. She was embarrassed to hear herself squeal, and quickly turned it into another loud growl.

“Nicki!” she cried, only just biting back the urge to say ‘sorry!’ or ‘please!’

“We have our rules in place for a reason,” Nicola continued, still spanking hard.

“I know!” Hattie insisted. “I just forgot!”

Nicola took hold of Hattie’s right hand, which had been fluttering and threatening to interfere, ignoring Hattie’s sound of dismay as she pinned it to her side.

“You were deliberately testing,” Nicola informed the girl over her lap, eliciting another sound of dismayed embarrassment from her. “You were deliberately pushing to see how far you could push and how much I’d let you get away with. Perhaps you wanted to check I would notice, and pay attention. You’ve certainly got my attention, little girl.”

“No,” Hattie cried, more in embarrassment than denial. It didn’t have the same indignance as her previous protests.

It was difficult to keep her resolve to continue to be defiant. Where there were growls before, now there were whimpers.

Nicola spanked for several long minutes, until Hattie’s noises had become quite pitiful.  

When there was a brief pause, Hattie knew Nicola had picked up the bath brush.

“Wait, Nicki, no wait please,” she gasped out in a breathless rush. “I’m sorry, I don’t need the brush, I’ll be good now!”

“I know you sometimes need to test your boundaries with me,” Nicola said, more gently than before. “That’s ok, and I’m not upset. Now, I am making sure you know those boundaries are there, and very firm.”

She squeezed Hattie’s hand then, where she still held it, and Hattie didn’t answer, but she squeezed back.

Nicola spanked her with the bath brush then, using firm measured swats that quickly had Hattie squealing and whimpering, and attempting to kick, or twist her body away.

“I know we’ve had some friends come into our life more often recently,” Nicola said as she spanked. “And I know sometimes my time and attention has been a little more divided. But that doesn’t mean I notice you any less, or care about you any less. You’re still the most important person in the world to me.”

Hattie listened between her involuntary sounds and flinches in response to the brush, which continued to snap down with burning swats. Tears sprung into her eyes, though from the spanking or Nicola’s words, she wasn’t entirely sure herself.

“Sorry,” was all she could manage to say. “Sorry.”

“Let’s finish up here and get you into bed,” said Nicola.

Hattie gripped Nicola’s hand back extra tightly through the final round of swats, which fell harder and more rapidly than before, forgetting any self-consciousness she might have had as she squealed and shrieked in reaction to them.

“Sorry,” she said again, as Nicola helped her sit up.

“You’re my good girl,” Nicola said, stroking her hair as Hattie put her head against her chest. “And you’ve got a device restriction for the rest of the week.”

Hattie nodded her head to show she agreed, and wasn’t planning to argue. She hated having her device use restricted – where she’d have to ask Nicola before using her phone, or any similar screened devices. But she knew she was in no position to try and debate it.

“Yes ma’am,” Nicola prompted her.

“Yes ma’am,” Hattie quickly repeated, pressing her face harder into Nicola’s chest.

 Once in bed, she curled up very tightly against Nicola, wanting to feel her comforting closeness.

“I don’t mean to test you,” she said, her voice very small.

“Yes you do,” Nicola said, her tone almost teasing, and sounding a little entertained. She found Hattie’s very sore bottom under the covers, and squeezed it lightly, getting a very small indignant noise in response.

“Ok, but only a little bit,” Hattie admitted. “And then I wish I didn’t. I won’t do it again.”

“Not for a little while at least,” Nicola said, still sounding amused.

“I’ll be good forever now,” Hattie mumbled sleepily after a little pause, knowing she couldn’t really keep that promise, and that Nicola wouldn’t expect her to.

“You can start being good by hushing and going to sleep,” Nicola said.

“Yes ma’am,” Hattie agreed easily, snuggling up more even tightly against Nicola.

Neither of them said anything else that night.