Nicola and Hattie: Chapter 36: Poppy’s Spanking

Ok there’s at least one more still to this arc that I’m working on… but here’s Poppy’s spanking!

This is Chapter 36

This isn’t a series that needs to be ready too strictly in order, though some clumps of chapters clearly go together.

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Poppy crept down the stairs, her stomach feeling like a knot of dread. She felt sick.

By the time she reached the bottom and peeked into the sitting room, she felt almost a bit light headed, and realised she was trembling.

“Poppy, come here sweetheart,” Nicola said, spotting her. Her expression looked more concerned than anything else as Poppy made her way hesitantly across the room.

She drew Poppy onto her lap, and put her arms around her.

“Are—” Poppy started, but her voice caught in her throat and she stopped.

But Nicola guessed what she wanted to know.

“I’m not mad,” she said. “And you’re not in trouble. Maybe some little trouble, if you need to be.”

She said the last bit almost teasingly, and Poppy found herself crying yet another time that day. But this time, it felt like a relief to do so.

Nicola rubbed her back as she cried and then calmed down, and managed to produce a tissue for her.

They sat for several minutes, until Poppy slid off Nicola’s lap, to sit beside her and rest her head on her shoulder.

“Sorry for being such a mess,” Poppy said, after a few moments.

“Hey, it’s easy to get carried away,” Nicola said. “Carried away worrying, and also carried away messing about, hmm?”

Poppy just blushed and nodded.

“I’ll tell you what I think,” Nicola said. “And you tell me if you agree.”

Poppy nodded again, and Nicola continued speaking.

“I think you got a bit carried away and caught up being silly back there with Millie, and have had enough time to reflect on that behaviour. But now you’ve got caught up worrying yourself sick over it. I think we need to find a way to deal with this so we can close this chapter and move on. And I think you came down here expecting a spanking from me, and would be disappointed if we didn’t follow through with that happening. Am I right?”

Poppy turned her head to hide her face in Nicola’s shoulder. Then, after a moment, and in a somewhat muffled mumble, she said, “yes ma’am.”

“Ok sweet girl, stand up please.”

Poppy stood, putting her red face in her hands as Nicola unbuttoned her trousers, and pulled them down.

“Cute pants,” she commented, as Poppy’s underwear came into view.

They were pink with a floral pattern, and Poppy had put them on secretly hoping she might get spanked at some point during the visit, and wanting to be ready. She hadn’t anticipated things playing out as they had though, and was suddenly both mortified and dismayed to have them commented on.

She stepped out of her trousers as they were pulled right down, and felt Nicola take hold of her wrist, tugging her hand away from covering her face, and then she found herself guided over her friend’s lap.

She let out an involuntary squeak as she ungracefully sort of flopped into position, burying her face into the sofa as soon as she was able.

Nicola pulled her close, and rested her left hand on her back, and her right hand on her bottom.

“Your pants are so cute, I’ll let you keep them on while I warm you up,” she said, and Poppy made a small noise that suggested agreement, but was also just an expression of her embarrassment.

“You’re not in big trouble,” Nicola re-iterated. “But you’ve found yourself in a bit of trouble today, and this is your reminder to think before you act. But also your reminder that when things go wrong, we can sort them out together. Do you understand?”

“Mmm,” Poppy made the noise into the sofa cushion, her tone sounding agreeable enough.

“Pardon?” Nicola asked, giving her bottom a light swat.

“Yes ma’am,” Poppy said into the sofa, physically squirming with the embarrassment of it.

“Good girl,” Nicola said, her tone approving.

She began spanking Poppy’s bottom with firm measured swats, each one just stingy enough to almost make Poppy catch her breath.

“You’re over my lap,” Nicola said, as she spanked, “Not because you have done anything really bad. But because we both know this is what you need from me right now. And I will always be ready to spank you when you need it.”

Poppy listened to her words, and felt calmer than she had since before anything had happened that day. Nicola’s lap felt steady and reassuring, and for now even the swats felt welcome, almost relieving.

Poppy had begun to zone out when suddenly she was alert again, and blushing to feel Nicola pulling her underpants down. Before she had much time to think about it, the spanking was resumed, somehow suddenly much more stingy and painful than before.

Nicola’s palm found her sit spots to be a regular target, and now Poppy was making small not-quite-yelps and other little noises as the spanking went on.

“Nicola – it hurts,” she said, before she could stop herself.

“Did you forget spankings hurt, little girl?” Nicola asked her, sounding almost entertained.

Poppy only kicked her legs, as if she could kick away the hot sting. Her hand went back to grip somewhere on Nicola’s leg.

The sound of smacks seemed to echo round the room, and a renewed embarrassed dismay washed over Poppy as she recalled how clearly she and Hattie had heard the sounds of Millie’s spanking from upstairs.

“I’m sorry,” she found herself saying. “Nicola – please! I’m sorry!”

“You watch those feet,” Nicola told her. “Or I will pin your legs for you. I want you sleeping on a sore bottom tonight.”

“It is sore!” Poppy almost wailed.

“Not quite enough yet for my tastes,” Nicola said, a smile evident in her tone.

She spanked Poppy further, over the course of several more minutes, until her bottom was looking very pink, and fairly sore in places, though not on any comparable level to the state of Millie’s.

“I’m going to finish up with my hairbrush,” Nicola said then. “And when I’m finished, you’re going to get your pyjamas on so you’re ready for when bedtime comes around, and we’re going to have a pizza and movie night as planned. Give me your hand, please.”

Poppy took her hand from its grip on Nicola’s leg, and moved it to the small her back for Nicola to take hold of. She squeezed Nicola’s hand, and felt a reassuring squeeze back.

“Are you going to keep that kicking under control or do you need me to leg lock you?” Nicola asked.

Poppy shook her head, then nodded into the sofa.

“I think that’s a yes to the leg lock,” Nicola commented, as she shifted Poppy onto one knee so she could do so. “Good girl, it will help if you can relax.”

Poppy tried not to hold herself so tensely, but there was only so much she could do. She hadn’t forgotten how painful the brush had been the last time she’d been in this position.

“Let’s finish up then,” Nicola said, business-like, the brush now in her hand.

She spanked Poppy thoroughly, and while not necessarily at length, not particularly briefly either.

Poppy, who had felt she’d used up all her tears for the day, found herself able to cry one more time.

Nicola snapped the brush down hard, though not quite so hard as she might have with Hattie, and with notably less severity than she so recently had with Millie.

Still, it was more than enough for Poppy to be able to take right then without any form of struggle, and her legs and body strained against Nicola’s firm hold on her. Her gasps and yelps quickly turned to squeals and the occasional small shriek.

The hairbrush hurt every bit as much as she remembered, and somehow more, even though she was distantly aware this was in fact a less severe spanking than the one Nicola had given her the last time she was in this position.

However much it hurt though, it was also somehow a relief to receive, and as urgently as part of her brain told her she needed to escape the burning pain of the endless seeming swats, she also felt a deep sense of security and trust to be held in this position and spanked so thoroughly by Nicola.

There had not been too many thigh swats overall, but Nicola finished up with several before putting the brush aside, and giving Poppy’s bottom a stingy feeling pat.

“You’re all done,” she said, working her underpants back up for her. “Are you ready to sit up and have a cuddle?”

Poppy nodded, and mumbled something that was almost recognisable as ‘yes ma’am’ as she pushed herself up, and curled tightly into Nicola’s arms.

“This chapter is closed now,” Nicola told her. “All your little trouble is dealt with and finished. I am sure you’ll be on your best behaviour with me now, and I don’t need to remind you that an existing sore bottom will not get you off the hook if you get into any further trouble before it’s had a chance to heal.”

Poppy pressed her face into Nicola’s shirt front, mortified at the thought of getting into any further trouble so soon. Then, she let out a sigh and let herself relax as she continued to be comforted.

“All right,” Nicola said, after a few minutes of silence between them. “Go get your PJs on, and tell the others to get down here and help with the pizzas.”

“Yes ma’am,” Poppy squeaked. She slid off Nicola’s lap with a small wince, and blushed as she scooped up her abandoned trousers.

Then, as Millie had done, she hung them over her arm rather than putting them back on over her sore bottom, and made her way back upstairs.