Unfinished Business (Christine Sinclair & Megan Rapinoe, University of Portland)
September 17, 2023
University of Portland, Portland, Oregon
"Why did you ask me to meet you here? I thought you had to get back."
"Sue's going to drive us home. It's early, no one's going to be here for a bit. I thought maybe we were overdue for a private conversation, that's all." She sat down on the bench in front of her old cubby, wrapping her arms around her knees.
The former Pilots captain sat across from her former protegee, remembering when she'd first come in, a starry-eyed freshman, and got the team skyrocketing up the standings, putting Portland back in the game.
They'd been many things to each other over the years, Christine reflected. Mentor and mentee, friends, rivals, enemies, though for all her swagger about wanting to take out the Reign or the Americans, this one had always been special. Even though she'd never really grown out of being the loudmouthed kid with the goddamned need to be right all the time.
Christine could respect that. They weren't too different, really.
"Didn't I beat you enough last night?" Christine grinned unrepentantly, and Pinoe rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, Sinclair."
"Ah ah, have I ever taken that from you, Megan Anna?" Christine raised her eyebrows, and Pinoe paused, feeling all of eighteen again, stomach dropping.
"No ma'am."
"That's what I thought." Christine regarded her old friend intently. "So what's this all about, then?"
Pinoe shrugged. "Memories."
"Mmm. Remember that time you didn't tell me you'd done your ACL - again - and I'd be missing our star striker?" She paused. "We never really did discuss that one properly, you know."
"I know." Pinoe blushed. "Because I got picked up by the Red Stars almost as soon as I was fit to play again."
"One might say you were trying to avoid facing up to your wrongdoing."
Megan raised an eyebrow. "And it took you fourteen years to say something?"
"I was waiting for the right moment."
Megan rolled her eyes. "The right moment like what?"
"Like when someone else wasn't your captain anymore."
Oh.
"I suppose in that case we might be a little early. Barnes, you know."
"I could invite her to come join our little party."
Pinoe paled. "No thank you Sinc. I thought I was inviting you here to ask you why you'd blocked my team on Twitter," she protested.
"Oh, finally noticed, did you?" Christine shook her head. "Never mind, little one. They're not going to be your concern for much longer."
"You know better than that, Sinc. They'll always be my concern," Pinoe replied, and Christine nodded acquiescence.
"Fine. But that doesn't change the fact that we have unfinished business, little girl. You and me, back here, the way it was at the beginning."
Pinoe swallowed nervously. "You're serious."
"I think the Portland paddle is still where it always was. Why don't you go see?"
Oh fuck, really? Pinoe thought, staring incredulously at Christine.
"Now," Christine prompted.
She went. She knew better than to disobey Sinc in that mood.
When Pinoe returned, she found a Portland Pilots uniform in her size waiting for her. Sinc must have raided the spares cupboard, because she was wearing one too.
The captain's armband was wrapped around her arm, looking as comfortable settled there as it ever had.
Pinoe looked at the uniform incredulously, setting the paddle down on the bench. "Sinc--"
"Out of uniform means extra swats."
"Don't you think you're carrying this whole thing a little too far?" Pinoe grumbled, but she got changed obediently, not wanting to piss the Canadian off.
"Come here, Megan Anna." Christine waited until Megan was in front of her before tugging down the borrowed uniform shorts, leaving Megan's boxer briefs in place.
Megan's face flamed, though there was no one else there to see as Christine propped one foot up on the bench, and tugged her former teammate into position. She was draped over Christine's thigh, and squirmed as Christine landed the first firm spank with her hand, and continued to punctuate every few words with another swat..
"You do not," she continued, "lie to me about your health, Megan Anna Rapinoe. I won't have it."
Megan whimpered as Christine continued scolding and spanking, landing about twelve solid spanks before deciding that was enough of a warm-up.
She pulled Megan's briefs down, baring her bottom entirely.
"Ow, fuck, Sinc, lay off!" Megan pleaded, as Christine started smacking her sit spots. "That hurts, damn it!"
To her surprise, Christine stopped, and Megan twisted around, looking up at her former college captain smirking down at her.
"Who knew it was so easy to beat the great Megan Rapinoe into submission," she snickered. "You'll always be Little Meggie to me though."
"Sinc--" Megan whimpered, and Christine cooed with mocking sympathy.
"Oh, does little Meggie want me to stop?"
Megan blushed and squirmed. "Captain, please..."
"Shh, oh, Meggie, honey, it's alright," Sinc cooed, patting her sore bottom gently. "Settle, we're almost finished."
Megan buried her face in her arms, knowing what was coming even before the Pilots team paddle tapped her bottom. She sucked in a breath and swallowed a sob as the paddle smacked down. It was harder than Sinc's hand, though the blow wasn't delivered with any more force than her hand had been, and Megan sobbed her way through the swats that followed.
She silently counted her way through them, and when fifteen landed, the last one, smacking down across her upper thighs, Christine put the paddle aside.
She picked Megan up, gently pulling her briefs back up over her red bottom, and then helped her trembling teammate re-dress in her own clothes. When Megan's clothes were set to rights, Christine got changed. Then she held Megan close, running her fingertips through Megan's short hair.
"Easy, easy little Meggie, Pinoe, it's alright sweetheart," she cooed, meaning it this time. "It's okay, honey, Sinc's gotcha, Cap's here, you're okay."
Megan buried her face in Christine's shoulder and cried. "S-sorry, sorry I lied to you, Sinc, sorry I hid my injury, sorry we didn't deal with it..."
"We've dealt with it now," Sinc soothed. "It's alright Pinoe, it's done. No more unfinished business. I've gotcha, you're alright."
Megan exhaled, shuddering, and nodded. "T-thank you Sinc."
"You're welcome. Now, let's get you to Sue, so you can go home." Sinc gave Megan's bottom a gentle pat to get her moving, and hastily, she obeyed.
The drive back home wouldn't be comfortable in the least. But at least now she and Sinc had put this unfinished business behind them.
Christine took the time to tidy the borrowed uniforms into the laundry basket before leaving, and hang the paddle back up. She put the armband back where it belonged.
Then she and Megan left the locker room behind them without looking back.
There was no more college business to come back to - at least, not for each other. Soon they would both hang up their boots, and be done. But they couldn't go to the end of their careers without coming back to the beginning.
Now they had, and they could move on.