Nicola and Hattie: Chapter 37: Hattie’s Turn

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This is Chapter 37

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As Hattie made her way down the stairs with Millie and Poppy she felt an odd sensation that was almost like being self-conscious.

She frowned as she thought about it. The other two were both in their pyjamas, with sore spanked bottoms. She was unspanked, and still in the dress and tights she’d been wearing all day.

By all means, she wasn’t the one who should be feeling self-conscious, she decided.

But somehow, she was. She felt out of place, like the others were part of a secret club she wasn’t in.

Her frown turned to a scowl as they entered the kitchen.

It wasn’t fair, really. Nicola was her girlfriend, and she was the only one not getting attention from her.

She shook her head to try and banish the thought – it would only lead her into embarrassment and trouble, and she didn’t really want that.

She’d been relieved and happy to see Poppy come up the stairs a few minutes earlier, acting a little shy and awkward, but also much brighter and calmer than before Nicola had seen to her.

Hattie didn’t want to resent her.

And she didn’t envy the level of trouble Millie had found herself in either.

Nicola was saying something about the pizzas, but Hattie was too caught up in her thoughts to really pay attention. Something about Millie being in charge and then keeping an eye on the time for them.

Suddenly, Nicola was somehow really close to her, and taking her by the hand.

“Come with me, little girl.”

Hattie blinked in surprise, not immediately sure what was going on. Gently but firmly, Nicola led Hattie through to the sitting room, and over to the sofa.

There, she sat down and continued to guide Hattie, tugging her over her lap, moving carefully in deference to her still-delicate right arm.

“Nicki—” Hattie began to protest, her tone a little shrill. But she let herself be guided over Nicola’s lap all the same. There was something about her girlfriend’s manner that told her it would do no good to resist.

“Hi, you,” Nicola said, lifting Hattie dress up and out of the way, and pulling down her tights and underwear. She worked them down as Hattie wriggled, unsure if she was intending to help, hinder, or simply find a way to express her embarrassed indignance at the whole situation.

“Wait, Nicki, it’s not fair,” Hattie whined. She was acutely aware of the others only a very short distance away, and she flushed with embarrassment to think of them realising she was also getting a spanking.

“I see you, little one,” Nicola said, her tone knowing. “I see the little gears working in your head as you start thinking up some form of mischief, for some attention of your own.”

“No!” Hattie cried, mortified for Nicola to be so right about this.

“I see how much you need a reminder too, before you get yourself in more trouble than you’d like,” Nicola continued, rubbing Hattie’s bottom as she spoke.

“Nicki, I don’t – I’ll be good,” Hattie promised, her face hot with embarrassment from listening to Nicola’s words while lying bare-bottomed over her lap with her friends in the next room.

“Yes, you will be good,” Nicola said, as though assuring her of a known fact. “Once I’m finished seeing to you.”

“Nicki…” Hattie whined in her dismay, giving a small kick with her legs.

“None of that,” Nicola chided her, putting a hand on the backs of Hattie’s legs at her calves, and pushing down a little to still them. Then, she gave Hattie’s bottom a solid smack.

Hattie squeaked and quickly pressed her face into the sofa, scrunching her eyes shut as Nicola continued with a string of stingy swats.

“Ow, Nicki – Nicki, I’ve been good!” Hattie protested, a hint of urgency in her tone, as the opening round of swats told her this wasn’t necessarily going to be a light spanking.

“You have,” Nicola said affectionately. “And you’re not in trouble. But you are overdue for some time over my lap, because it helps you remember how to be a good girl, and also because I like to spank your cute little bottom.”

“Nicola!” Hattie cried, beyond mortified.

But Nicola only continued to spank her, picking up the pace and heating up Hattie’s bottom very effectively, her palm as impossibly solid as it always was.

Hattie tried to be good and control her kicking, but she couldn’t keep herself entirely from drumming her feet on the sofa, or from squirming just a little.

Nicola spanked her for several more minutes, and then paused, rubbing her bottom again.

“How are you doing, little one?” she asked.

Hattie made a noise that was sort of like a sigh of mixed embarrassment and general agreement.

“I’m going to use my hairbrush,” Nicola informed her girlfriend. “Are you going to keep your hand out of the way, or do you need me to hold it.”

Hattie bit her lip. She wanted to be able to say she could manage, but she also wanted Nicola to hold her hand for her.

“Be careful,” she said after a pause, putting her right arm behind her back. Nicola took her hand and squeezed it gently. She kept it in the position Hattie had put it in, and held it gently but firmly, aware it had still fairly recently been broken.

Then, retrieved the hairbrush from where it had managed to move down the sofa slightly, and tapped it on Hattie’s bottom.

“Nicki – I’m really sore,” Hattie said, her tone a little pleading.

“I want you sore enough that when I let you up and tell you to go get your PJs on, you’ll hop to it, and be grateful I’m not making you pull these tights back up,” Nicola said, sounding somehow both stern and amused at the same time.

“Nicola, that’s not—”

But that was as far as Hattie got before she cut herself off with a shrill yelp as the hairbrush made hard contact with her bottom. She shrieked again as the next swat came down, her legs immediately and involuntarily in motion as she kicked through the following round of swats, twisting her hips back and forth and forgetting to be embarrassed about the series of squeals and whimpers she could not help making.

“Nicki! Please!” Hattie gasped. “Please, I’m sorry!”

“You are not in trouble,” Nicola reminded her. “You don’t need to be sorry.” Her tone was gentle, and affectionate, though this was not reflected in her arm which continued to use the brush to deliver burning swats.

“Please, I am anyway!” Hattie cried a little desperately. “I’m sorry in advance!”

“In advance?” Nicola asked, sounding amused. “Why, are you plotting something, little one?”

“No!” Hattie all but shrieked. “No ma’am!”

To her immense relief, the brush stopped falling, and she felt Nicola’s hand rubbing her bottom. She winced even at this comforting touch, after the attention of the brush.

Then, Nicola’s hand was falling steadily and Hattie squeezed Nicola’s hand tightly with her right, while her left clutched at the sofa cushions. She squeezed her eyes shut, which were damp from having just been on the verge of tears.

The sound of Nicola’s hand smacking her bottom seemed to echo around the room, and made her catch her breath, but it was at least easier to take than the hairbrush. Hattie found that while she wasn’t exactly enjoying herself, it was a somehow comforting feeling, however much it was still painful.

Soon, the hand was rubbing again, and Hattie was wincing.

“Nicola?” a tentative voice came from the doorway where a mortified looking Poppy was peeking into the room.

“Yes?” Nicola looked up, as Hattie burrowed her face as deeply as possible into the sofa and made a soft groaning noise in her own embarrassment.

“Um. The pizza’s are done.”

“Thank you, Poppy,” Nicola said. “We’ll be ready in a few minutes.” Then, she patted Hattie’s bottom. “Upstairs and into some pyjamas,” she instructed.

A little clumsily, Hattie managed to sit upright again, hugging Nicola tightly for a few long seconds before getting to her feet. Her dress fell to cover her bottom again, but she stepped out of her tights and underpants, making a grimacing face as she did so.

“Are you coming?” she asked, when Nicola didn’t also stand. “If we’re having a pyjama party, you have to get changed too,” she insisted, holding out her hand.

An expression Hattie couldn’t quite read crossed Nicola’s face – it looked like a cross between amusement and an almost eye-roll.

But then she took Hattie’s hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.  

A short while later, all four women could be found cuddled up together on the sofa in their pyjamas, full of pizza and in front of a movie. Nicola sat in the middle of Hattie and Millie, while Poppy’s head rested on Hattie’s shoulder, having been too tired in the end to remain completely awake throughout the entire film.

And a little later still, Millie lay on her stomach in the spare bed, having gratefully accepted it when Poppy offered to take the air mattress. Sleep found her quickly, thwarting any potential plans to stay up late talking.

Nicola had tucked her in, despite her half-hearted protests, and then done the same for Poppy, who was now tucked up on the floor bed with Shorty, her toy giraffe clutched tightly to her.

She had worried that the others might tease her for still needing a cuddly toy to sleep, but Nicola had simply kissed Shorty goodnight, right after she’d done the same to Poppy’s forehead.

When Nicola got to her own bedroom, she found Hattie sitting cross-legged on the bed, waiting for her with a shy expression.

“Into bed,” Nicola instructed her, and Hattie scrambled to get under the covers.

“How are you?” Hattie asked in a quiet voice, once it was dark and Nicola was beside her under the duvet.

“My arm’s a bit sore,” Nicola said.

“My butt’s a bit sore,” Hattie retorted.

“Good,” Nicola said.

“Good, too,” Hattie said. “That your arm’s sore,” she clarified.

“Mmhmm,” Under the covers, Nicola’s hand found Hattie’s bottom and patted it. “My favourite little bottom,” she said.

Hattie rolled closer to her girlfriend, so she could bury her face against her, feeling her safety and warmth. One hand took hold of a bit of Nicola’s pyjamas, reassuring to hang onto in her loose grip.

Nicola was briefly the last one awake, feeling the comforting presence of her sweet girl beside her, and thinking of her two trouble-finding friends in the room next door.

Then, she too was asleep.