Hazel and Enid 4: Big Trouble!

This is a F/F spanking discipline story, set in the mid 1920s, and is also written with an attempt the mimic the style, tone, and language of 1920s children’s fiction.

I consider this story to have somewhat implied consent between all characters, and for Hazel and Enid to be in a mutually desired disciplinary relationship, but this story does not model good consent from a real-life point of view – it’s a piece of historical fiction! On that note, this story also has a brief mention of spanking of minors at school, which I do not condone.

This chapter very closely follows on the previous chapter: The Picnic

If you have not read The Picnic, I suggest you start there or this may make little sense.

And if you enjoyed this style, you may enjoy my other two chapters about these characters:
A Little Tantrum
Four Shillings and Sixpence: A Christmas Story

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Hazel was quite surprised to hear a timid knock at the door. She was not expecting anyone other than Enid, who would surely let herself in.

She was even more surprised to open the door and find Enid and Marjorie barefoot and soaking wet on her doorstep, and Enid in tears.

“Enid Edwards!” she exclaimed, shocked at the sight of them. She understood in a moment what must have happened, and her face darkened.

“Please, it was all my fault!” burst out Marjorie. “You mustn’t scold Enid! I am at least as much to blame, and more! She said the marker was passed but I—”

“That’s enough, Marjorie,” Hazel snapped, cutting her off.

She wasn’t normally one to snap, but fear at what might have been made her angry, and being angry made her snap. She took a deep breath to collect herself, and then said:

“Well, you had best come in, and take off your wet things. Go do it by the stove. Not another word, Marjorie,” she added sternly, as Marjorie looked ready to launch into further explanations.

Marjorie shut her mouth, flushing quite red. She had always found Hazel rather intimidating, and admired her very much. She was not at all prepared to be so admonished by her, and she suddenly felt rather timid, and as if she too might burst into tears at any minute, as Enid had done.

Silently, she slipped past Hazel and into the house.

Enid, for her part, did not move.

“I’m sorry,” she said miserably.

Hazel let out a sigh. “I will have all of your sorries in a little while,” she said. Her tone could not exactly be described as gentle, but it had lost its sharp edge. “Come on into the house and let’s get you warm and dry.”

“I lost the milk-can,” Enid said, still not moving. A tear traced its way down her cheek. “And the teacups.”

“Never mind that,” Hazel said, holding out a hand to her. “Come along.”

Enid took her hand and allowed herself to be led over to the stove.

There, she allowed Hazel to help her take off her soaked clothing, and stood, still and quiet except for some sniffling, as Hazel rubbed her hands vigorously to bring warmth back to them.

For her part, Marjorie stripped to her undergarments, which were also wet, and then paused, unsure if she should proceed further.

Seeing this, Hazel paused in her task of warming Enid’s hands, and went to fetch two nightdresses, handing one to each of her charges.

“Everything off,” she instructed. “And put these on.”

“Please,” Marjorie said, very shyly. “I haven’t any spare underwear.”

“You won’t need them,” Hazel said simply, and offered no further explanation. Marjorie found herself blushing without fully knowing why. The nightdress went as far as her knees, and she supposed Hazel meant to lend it to her only as long as it would take to suitably dry out her own clothes again.

None of them spoke, as Hazel fixed hot cocoa for each of them, which was sipped gratefully by both Enid and Marjorie after their ordeal.

Enid, who knew there was another ordeal yet to come, sorely wished she had heeded Hazel’s warning before it had become too late. Marjorie, in her ignorance, was cheered by the hot cocoa, and inclined to start talking again.

“All’s well that ends well,” she said.

Enid still looked ashen, and Marjorie threw an arm around her friend, meaning to comfort her, but Enid only stared at the floor and continued to say nothing, and Hazel said nothing either. Awkwardly, Marjorie looked from one face to the other, and drew her arm away again.

Enid turned and hid her face against Hazel, who put her arms around her.

“Are you very angry with me?” Enid asked, into Hazel’s shirt front.

“I was angry at first because I was afraid at what could have happened,” Hazel said. “And shocked that you would be so careless and put yourself in so much danger. But I am not angry at you now. I am determined. I’m determined to teach you a lesson, and make sure you never act so carelessly again.”

Marjorie watched and listened to all this, feeling very much as though she was intruding on something private, but not knowing where she could possibly go, or what she should do. She sat on a stool and tried to be still and quiet, so as not to draw any attention to herself.

Now, Hazel took Enid by the shoulders and held her at arm’s length. “You walked along the beach,” she said. It wasn’t a question, but Enid nodded.

“Though the marker was passed,” Hazel stated.

Enid nodded again, tears spilling down her face once more.

“Oh Enid,” Hazel said. “You really are the limit, you know.”

She sounded exasperated, but not angry. Enid was desperate to make things right.

“I’ll never to it again,” she promised. “Never ever.”

“No, you certainly won’t,” Hazel said grimly. “Go and find me that hairbrush.”

Enid’s expression turned to one of alarm. “Now?” she said, her voice a distressed whisper. She threw a look to Marjorie, who looked both anxious and baffled.

“Now,” Hazel confirmed. She turned Enid at the shoulders and gave her a small push.

Ordinarily, Enid spent time standing in the corner first, when due for a spanking. But on this occasion, Hazel felt it prudent to get straight to business, especially with Marjorie also to be dealt with.

Marjorie herself was only just understanding what was about to happen. The rumours were true, it appeared, and she could not quite believe it.

Her heart felt as though it was in her throat as she watched Enid cross the room, barefoot and in her nightdress, and retrieve a dark wooden hairbrush which she brought quickly back to Hazel.

In a sort of horror, she watched as Hazel seated herself on a wooden chair, and tipped Enid over her lap in the most undignified manner. She knew she should most likely look away, especially as Hazel lifted Enid’s nightdress to reveal her bare bottom, but she found she could not. She felt as though she was frozen in place.

She wanted to cry out, and halt what was sure to happen next, but it was as though her voice had fled.

Sure enough, Hazel’s hand came down hard on Enid’s bottom with a loud crack, turning that spot immediately pink. Then, it came down many times more, and Marjorie could only stare at how Enid’s bottom turned increasingly red, and how Enid, evidently trying to be good and still at first, began to lose her battle with stoicism and started to cry out, and kick her bare feet in the air.

Now, Hazel began to lecture and scold, reminding Enid of how she had warned her, and how Enid had agreed they would not walk along the beach if the marker had been passed, and put themselves in danger.

And oh! How much danger they had been in. Marjorie felt sick to think of it, and more so to hear Hazel state so plainly what might have happened to them.

On and on went the spanking, and Hazel’s hand seemed to be falling faster and harder. The backs of Enid’s thighs were turning red too, and Enid squealed as Hazel’s hand fell there.

There was a pause, and Marjorie wondered if it was finally over. Indeed, Enid looked very sore and sorry, and Majorie wondered if she even had any tears left inside of her.

But then, Hazel picked up the hairbrush, and Marjorie realised with a lurching feeling in her stomach that the spanking was to resume with it.

She had little time to contemplate this further, however, as the sound of the hairbrush cracking down on Enid’s bottom immediately brought her attention back to the moment.

Hazel’s face was grim and determined, and she had ceased scolding now. She applied the hairbrush with vigour, and indeed, Enid was certainly feeling it.

Her feet kicked more wildly now, and she shrieked as the brush was applied again and again to every part of her bottom and thighs.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” she cried over and over again, but those cries fell on deaf ears as far as Hazel seemed to be concerned.

Marjorie had seen spankings, of course, but never quite like this one. At school, it had been a briefer and rather more dignified affair, over her skirt with a slipper. And more often, the punishments given involved staying in and missing sports, and copying out long and boring paragraphs.

Finally, it was over, and Enid sank to the floor and put her head in Hazel’s lap. There, she was comforted, and her hair was stroked, and Marjorie somehow felt even more embarrassed than before to bear witness to this intimate moment.

Enid stood, shakily, and sat on Hazel’s lap with a wince and a grimace where she was comforted further for several minutes.

Then, Enid walked painfully back to her spot by the stove, eyes on the floor and not looking at Marjorie.

“Marjorie, come here please,” Hazel said.

She spoke at no particularly loud volume, but Marjorie jumped. She had been hoping to be somehow forgotten, and wishing she could vanish into the walls.

“Hazel,” she said faintly, mortified to hear a note of pleading in her voice. She dared not look at Enid.

“Come here,” Hazel said again, and Marjorie found herself standing and shuffling across the room, as though her legs had a mind of their own. Her heart beat hard in her chest, and she felt as though she had eaten rocks for lunch, instead of boiled eggs and ham sandwiches.

“You said you were at least as much to blame, and more,” Hazel said, as Marjorie took her place in front of her. “Tell me what you meant by that.”

“I—,” Majorie began, but then her courage failed her and she fell silent once more.

Then, she glanced back to where Enid was painfully sitting, and her loyalty to her friend swelled within her. She could not allow Enid to be punished alone for their joint misdeed, especially when she knew Enid would likely have not got herself into the situation had she not been there to lead.  

“Enid said we shouldn’t go,” Marjorie said, in almost a whisper. “She said the marker was passed. But I said it would be as safe when slightly passed, as when slightly before, if we walked briskly.”

“And what do you think now?” Hazel asked.

Now it was Marjorie’s turn to burst into tears. Hazel said nothing for several moments, and Marjorie choked out only:

“I thought we would both drown at sea!”

“There, that’s enough now,” Hazel said, as Marjorie’s cries threatened to become wailing. “Here you are, not drowned at sea after all, and about to go across my knee for a much needed spanking. Come here.”

She held out a hand, and Marjorie took it, allowing herself to be pulled over Hazel’s lap. She found it reassuringly sturdy, and disconcertingly unbalancing at the same time.

She was more aware than ever at her lack of underwear, especially as Hazel pulled her borrowed nightdress up, and the cool air of the room seemed to wash over her bottom.

Over by the stove, Enid found she was holding her breath. Now, it was her turn to sit and bear witness to her friend’s punishment.

Once her own spanking had begun, she had forgotten to be embarrassed in front of Marjorie, but that embarrassment now came flooding back. Somehow, the fact that Marjorie would be punished too made it worse, not better.

She felt both her own embarrassment, and Marjorie’s too, and her own throbbing bottom made her wince all the more when Hazel’s hand began to spank Marjorie’s.

She’d been over Hazel’s lap plenty of times herself, but this was entirely different. The sound seemed to be that of a loud crack, and Enid thought her ears seemed to be popping with it. She stared, transfixed, as Marjorie’s bottom bloomed with colour under Hazel’s steady hand.

While Enid had tried at first to be good and quiet for her spanking, Marjorie seemed capable of no such attempt.

Her legs kicked from the offset, and she squealed, and shrieked, and yelped in pain and alarm. One of her hands flailed so much that Hazel had to catch it and keep it pinned.

Enid’s face turned as red as Marjorie’s bottom as she listened to Hazel scolding once again. The pair has been caught in trouble many times during their schooldays, but never trouble such as this. It was always some mischief or another that had never felt tremendously upsetting, and they had always laughed together later, and groaned over the boring punishments given by the teachers.

This was mortifying beyond belief, and accompanied by the knowledge that they were very lucky indeed, to be here getting their bottoms blistered, and not at the bottom of the sea – a point Hazel was now making very firmly to an increasingly repentant and miserable Marjorie.

As she had done with Enid, Hazel spanked every part of Marjorie’s bottom and thighs, first with her hand, and then with the heavy wooden hairbrush.

Marjorie, apparently having exhausted herself in her early struggle, fell to quiet sobbing as the brush did its work, and then finally, she too sunk to the floor, and hid her face in Hazel’s lap.

Her embarrassment was forgotten as she absorbed Hazel’s comfort, and she rose, wincing, to sit and be further comforted in Hazel’s arms, and be assured that all was forgiven, and the matter closed.

Marjorie was not a girl who had ever been described as shy, but she felt shy now, or perhaps bashful, as Hazel directed her back towards the stove, and put the kettle on once more.

“I don’t envy your teachers at school one bit,” Hazel said, a little while later, in a tone that could almost be described as teasing. “If you two were half as much trouble as schoolgirls, as you are now.”

“Oh, we were even worse!” Enid insisted, enthusiastically. A cup of tea, and a light dinner had raised her spirits closer to their usual level. “We were always in some scrape! That’s why they separated us, you know. Poor Marjorie had to move to another room in the fifth form! They said I was a bad influence on her! Can you imagine?”

“I think it was I who was the bad influence on you,” Marjorie said, sounding a little guilty about it, and still somewhat subdued.

“And thank goodness for that!” cried Enid. “What a dull old time it would have been if not for you, Marjorie!”

Marjorie found she couldn’t help smiling at that, and she saw Hazel was smiling too. She felt her sore bottom throb in time with her heartbeat, and thought of how lucky she was to be here, safe and warm and dry.

“Unless you have to get away in a terrible hurry, you can spend the night,” Enid offered, when it was found Marjorie’s clothes were still quite damp, and remembered that she had no shoes or socks. “Hazel has work first thing, but I’ve a free morning. Everything will be so much easier to think of how fix in the morning, I think. We can make you up a bed on the sofa.”

“Yes, I’d like that,” Marjorie said.

“Remind me to scold you for losing your shoes and all the teacups,” Hazel said to Enid, but she didn’t sound stern at all now, and Enid laughed even as she blushed.

So the rumours were true, it turned out, about how Enid was disciplined by Hazel. Marjorie wasn’t sure it was quite as thrilling to experience in reality, as it had been to hear about and wonder.

But being spanked alongside Enid as she had been, she felt as though she was part of a special secret club, and this thought made her very happy as she lay down on the sofa, and Hazel covered her up with a blanket.

What a pickle she was in, to be stranded here with no shoes or socks, she thought, as she drifted to sleep. But Enid was right – everything would be so much easier in the morning to think of how to fix.

The exhausting day finally caught up with Marjorie, and she slept soundly, thinking how lucky she was to have such friends.

And Hazel and Enid, in their own bed, slept soundly too, holding tight to one another and also feeling very lucky – or in Enid’s case, very lucky and very sore.