Nicola and Hattie: Chapter 34: Millie’s Spanking

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“Ok Millie. Come over here,” Nicola said, once Millie’s cornertime was up.

Millie turned, pouting more than sulking now. She came forwards almost hesitantly, the cornertime apparently having taken some of the wind from her sails. She stopped just barely beyond arm’s reach.

“Have you got anything to say?” Nicola asked her.

Millie’s face scrunched up for a moment, in a perfect picture pf petulance. Then, sarcastically, she said, “I’m sorry I’m not as perfectly behaved as Hattie.”

Evidently, the cornertime hadn’t quite had the full effect Nicola was hoping for after all. She regarded her charge for a moment, and then leaned forwards, briefly half-getting-up to aid her reach, until she could hook a finger in the top of Millie’s jeans, and pull her close to her.

“Hattie has her moments,” she said. “But right now, we’re discussing you.”

Business-like, she undid the top button on Millie’s jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down, along with her underwear.

Millie’s hands fluttered, and her face turned red, but she refrained from interfering. When Nicola pulled her jeans and underpants right down, she obediently stepped out of them as she realised was expected, even though she continued to scowl.

“It wasn’t even—” Millie began to grumble, but then let out a sudden involuntary squeak as she was pulled over Nicola’s lap. “It’s not even a big deal,” she picked her grumbled protest up again almost at once, despite being suddenly horizontal. “It was literally a pack of biscuits, Nicola. It was—OW! Ow! Nicola, wait!”

Nicola’s hand was suddenly falling hard and repeatedly, and Millie found herself pulled tightly against her and held firmly in position as the smacks continued to rain down, stinging more than she’d anticipated, or had mentally prepared for. It wasn’t quite rapid fire, but it the pace was faster than Millie was used to starting with.

Her legs kicked briefly, and then she managed to hold them rigidly still. Elbows tucked tightly under her body, she quickly hid her face in the sofa in front of her, posture stiff and slightly hunched as she resisted the urge to vocalise further how much this spanking was somehow already hurting.

Nicola let her hand do the talking for several long seconds. Then, when she was sure Millie had no more immediate arguments, she began her lecture, accompanying it by continuing to spank Millie thoroughly, and aiming predominantly at her sit spots.

“Little girl, this isn’t about chucking a pack of biscuits, however ill advised that might have been to start with. Or at least, it’s only partly about that. The main thing I want to address here is your attitude.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Millie’s protest sounded somewhat strained as she continued to receive hard swats from Nicola’s palm.

“I’m not playing games, young lady, so don’t try that with me,” Nicola informed her, putting even more force into her arm, and targeting the backs of Millie’s thighs for the next few swats before returning to her sit spots. “You know perfectly well what I mean and you know perfectly well what acceptable behaviour looks like. Clearly, you were after my attention, and now you’ve got it.”

Millie grunted with the effort of keeping from vocalizing her pain through whimpers, and made a distinct noise of disgruntled embarrassment at Nicola’s assessment of her seeking attention.

“Nicola!” she gasped after a moment, not quite knowing herself what she was asking for.

She knew spankings hurt, of course. But this really hurt! How was Nicola’s hand so hard? She was mortified to feel so called out by Nicola’s words, but she also still felt defiant, and stubborn.

Not wanting Nicola to have the satisfaction of seeing how much of an impact both the spanking and the lecture were having on her, she re-doubled her efforts to be as still and quiet as possible, wishing she could take this spanking more passively than she was currently achieving.

Suddenly, the pace picked up, and to both to Millie’s annoyance and mortification, she found herself yelping in response to the rapid and stingy swats. Her feet drummed on the sofa of their own accord.

“If you want to sulk and pout and throw your attitude about for attention,” Nicola was saying now, “this is the sort of attention you’re going to find. If you need a sore bottom to remind you to behave, I’ll put you over my knee as many times as needed.”

“Nicola!” Millie cried, distraught in her rising embarrassment. The rudeness she often used to mask it was starting to feel out of reach, and her resolve to be stoic or stubborn was dwindling.

Nicola returned to her previous more steady spanking pace, took a moment to admire the very pink and somewhat already-sore looking bottom over her lap. Millie was no longer sounding impertinent exactly, but she wasn’t really sounding contrite or sorry either.

And Nicola’s hand was starting to hurt. Just in time for the hairbrush, she decided.

She paused the spanking, and picked up the implement. After a moment’s consideration, she shifted Millie so she was over one knee, and used her other leg to pin Millie’s.

“I know you can do better than this,” she said, tapping the wooden implement on Millie’s bottom, and ignoring the groan she got in response. “The behaviour I’ve seen so far from you isn’t what I expect from you. I expect you to start acting like the good girl I know you can be, starting from the moment I let you up from my lap. But first, I am going to give you a thorough spanking with my hairbrush, to make sure you remember this conversation.”

Then, she began her application of the brush. She was true to her word about it being a thorough spanking, and she made sure to cover every inch of Millie’s bottom with it, as well as the backs of her thighs.

Millie’s yelps quickly turned to squeals and shrieks, and her legs strained to kick, even as her body twisted in an attempt to escape from Nicola’s hold on her. But Nicola held her firmly in place, including catching and pinning her right hand when it shot back to try and block an impending brushstroke.

“It’s not fair!” Millie wailed. “It’s not fair!”

But Nicola ignored her and kept right on spanking, She snapped the brush down hard, watching the marks it left with a feeling that was more like satisfaction than enjoyment.

It didn’t take long for Millie to break any resolve she had to avoid apologising, or begging. “Nicola!” she cried, at first. And then, “I’m sorry! I really am sorry! I’ll be good, please!”

She felt desperate in her useless struggle, as the brush continued its steady application, landing burning swat after burning swat. Tears that had at first been blinked firmly back, now fell freely, and Millie forgot her embarrassment, and her pride, as she was overcome instead by how simply painful this was.

Nicola perhaps did not know Millie as well as she knew Hattie, but she knew her enough to know if she wasn’t thorough enough now, she would only end up in the same position again before the weekend was over, or perhaps even that same evening.

“Please I’ll be good,” Millie promised, hiccupping slightly as she cried. “Please ma’am I’ll be good now.”

Several hard swats fell in quick succession on first one side of her bottom, and then the other, making her squeal quite pitifully.

“I’m going to give you twelve more,” Nicola finally said, and Millie whimpered in a mix of fear and relief. “Count them, please.”

Millie frantically nodded her head to show she agreed, and then as if realising it might be a good idea, quavered, “yes ma’am.”

Then, Nicola delivered each of the final 12 swats, swinging the brush down hard enough to leave visible welts, and waiting for each count before she moved onto the next. Millie counted as asked, each number sounding somehow even more strained and pitiful than the last, and Nicola chose not to scold her over the occasional slight pause before she said her number, as she caught her breath.

“Twelve!” Millie finally exclaimed. And then, with the exhale of her breath she gasped an unexpected and un-requested, “thank you.”

Nicola put the hairbrush aside, and rested her hand on Millie’s bottom, which was as sore looking as any bottom she’d ever spanked.

She rubbed gently, knowing even this would feel painful with the current state Millie’s bottom was in, but would feel comforting too. She waited until Millie’s breathing sounded calmer, and then helped the other woman sit up.

Now that the urgency of the immediate pain of the hairbrush was over, embarrassment came flooding back for Millie, and she clung tightly to Nicola as she was hugged and comforted, and hid her face deeply in the other woman’s shirt front.

Silence reigned for several minutes, and then Nicola said, “How are you feeling?”

“Sorry,” Millie mumbled into her shirt.

Nicola almost laughed. “Are you saying sorry? Or are you saying you’re feeling sorry,” she asked.

“Both,” Millie said, and Nicola felt something that was almost like a laugh from her.

“Are you ready to get up?” Nicola asked, after another few moments, and Millie nodded, before slowly drawing her face out of its hiding place. She looked embarrassed in a rather sheepish way. When she spotted her jeans on the floor, she made a pained face, and then blushed.

“Why don’t you go get your PJs on, ready for bedtime,” Nicola suggested. “We’ll have a pyjama party. And when you go up, you can send Poppy down to me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Millie agreed, standing with a little unsteadiness at first, after her ordeal. Radiating heat from her face, she stepped into her underpants, and winced as she pulled them up. Then, she scooped up her jeans.

Nicola stood and hugged her briefly again. “Good girl,” she said, before nudging her to send her on her way upstairs.