Tales of the Tournaments

August 6, 2023

Netherlands 2-0 South Africa

"Danielle van de Donk, where are you?"

Daan froze, hearing Sari's distant shout. "Fuck," she hissed. "I didn't think Sari'd be here!"

"Scared, love?"

Daan rolled her eyes. "Scared of Sari? Not normally. Scared of what she'll do to my arse? Maybe. Especially if--ow!" Danielle yelped as she all but tripped over a broom. 

Ellie's hand shot out and she caught it just in time. "You could have picked a more romantic spot to make out in. I thought we were out of the closet."

Daan pulled the little blonde closer. "Shut up and let me kiss you, it's better than being found by Sari," she demanded of her girlfriend, who rolled her eyes, smirking.

"Alright." Kissing Daan was no hardship, anyway, Ellie thought, as her Dutch girlfriend crushed Ellie against her.

"Danielle!"

Oh wonderful. She's got Sherida looking, too. Daan tried to ignore it, but then there was the sound of footsteps outside, and a sharp rap on the door.

"You have ten seconds to make yourselves decent."

Swallowing, Ellie pulled back, tugging up her shirt collar to cover the mark on her neck, and Daan scrambled to straighten her jersey just before the door opened.

It wasn't Sari or Sherida. It was Lieke, and she did not look impressed.

"Alright you two brats, come on before they tear the whole stadium open looking for you."

Daan glowered, wrapping her arms protectively around Ellie. "They can't do anything to El. She's mine."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Come on Daan, Sherida's looking for you. And Sari too, if you didn't hear."

"I did," Daan admitted reluctantly, trailing Lieke and keeping Ellie by her side. This was not how she'd wanted their victory celebration to go.

Of course, Daan reminded herself, she hadn't been a good girl. She'd been a naughty girl, and naughty girls didn't deserve nice things.

The fact was brought home when Lieke brought them back into the Dutch dressing room. 

Most of their teammates had been cleared out, except Jill Roord and Victoria Pelova, who were both facing corners, with Sherida and Sari watching them. Lieke had clearly contacted Sherida and Sari when she'd discovered Daan and Ellie making out in a broom closet.

Not, Daan supposed, her finest idea.

"You just had to go and make things worse for yourself," Lieke scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Not that I'm all that thrilled about getting started, either, but honestly, Daan, the fuck did you think you were doing?"

"We hadn't got around to fucking yet," Ellie protested, and Daan blushed crimson. She was pretty sure even she'd draw the line at going that far in a broom closet.

"Is Ellie going to be all right?" she ventured.

"Ellie's going to be fine," Sari assured her. "Go get it. Right now."

Daan didn't need telling again. She reluctantly let go of her girlfriend and went to fetch the implement, which she'd hoped never to see again after the _last_ encounter.

Ellie, meanwhile, was suddenly alone, the lone Matilda amidst a handful of Orange Lionesses. She sat down on the bench, wrapping her arms around herself protectively and letting out a small whimper at Sari and Sherida's expressions.

"I want Daan. And I want Mummy."

Sari sat down beside Ellie, patting her head. "We'll call your Mummy now, okay Ellie, but you can't have Daan back just yet. It'll take your Mummy a little while to get here, I'd think. Can you be a brave girl for us until then?"

Ellie sniffled, but nodded slowly.

"I don' wan' Daan to be in trouble."

"Unfortunately, little one, she got herself in trouble - though I'd say you didn't help her case much," Sari added dryly. She'd switched from Dutch to English to console the little one, so that the distraught girl could process better, knowing Ellie's command of Dutch was not the best yet. "You're in a bit of trouble yourself, you realise."

Ellie looked at Sari, wide-eyed. "Auntie Lieke said no trouble!"

"Auntie Lieke," Sari said sardonically, "is in trouble herself and had no right to say that."

"Oh," Ellie said in a small voice. "I want Mummy. And Lanna. And my Roo."

"Your Mummy will bring Alanna and your Roo, little one," Sari promised. "In the meantime, I need you to sit as still and quietly as you can, and wait for her. Can you do that?"

Reluctantly, Ellie nodded.

Sam was duly contacted and promised to hurry over with Alanna, and with Ellie's Roo. Luckily the Matildas, too, were in Sydney, and it wasn't far for them to come to the stadium.

It would still take a little time, though, Ellie couldn't just have them automatically, so she had to wait.

In the meantime, Daan reappeared with the bath brush held behind her back as she approached Sherida.

"Captain, ma'am."

"Danielle." Sherida gave a nod. "Jill, come here."

Jill Roord turned slowly from her corner and came to join Sherida and Daan, giving them a wary look.

"I'm very disappointed in your behavior, Jill," Sherida said quietly. "You could very well have earned a card today, injuring a player enough to see her taken off the field. You should have had one, and I'm surprised you didn't."

"But I scored, ma'am," Jill protested, and Sherida raised her eyebrows.

“That is entirely beside the point, young lady. You also committed a card-worthy offence; that it didn’t get one is extremely lucky for you, but doesn’t let you off.”

Jill blushed, squirming, as she was turned over Sherida’s thigh right there. “Twenty,” she told Jill firmly, and Jill kept her head down as Sherida bared her bottom, swatting down firmly with her hand.

Bare from the start, it didn’t take Jill long to start fighting tears. But she stayed in position, taking all twenty swats without further argument. She didn’t want to make things worse for herself.

“Sorry, Captain…”

“I hope that you are, Jill,” Sherida said quietly. She helped Jill up and put her clothes to rights. “Send me Victoria, now.”

Daan, overhearing, grimaced at this. Victoria had barely done anything, except be in the wrong place for Lieke’s goal to count.

With that in mind, Victoria only had to endure six smacks - over her shorts, even - with Sherida’s hand before Sherida turned her attention to Lieke herself.

“You also deserved a card, Lieke. How you got off without one is beyond me, especially since that poor girl was stretchered off, she was so badly injured.

“Like Mummy,” Ellie supplied. “She was hurt bad. But I think she’s better.”

“Well, we can hope so,” Sherida told Ellie, before turning her attention back to Lieke.

Sari handed Sherida the bath brush, and Sherida tapped it against her palm.

Ellie and Daan were both looking the other way as Lieke received her spanking, the smacks from first Sherida’s hand, then the bath brush loud in the otherwise quiet room. Lieke tried to take the punishment as stoically as she could, but Sari knew how much Lieke was really hurting, and not just outside.

“Sorry, I’m sorry I hurt her, Captains…” 

“Then let’s see you try not to do that again. And you, Danielle.” Sari said firmly. “Bring the brush to me.”

Reluctantly, Daan did as she was told. She bent over Sari’s thigh, her leg propped up on the bench, and clung to Ellie’s hands as her bottom was bared and she was soundly paddled.

It was, she reflected, definitely worse than last time.

Especially since Sam Kerr and Alanna Kennedy walked in before Sari was done with her, the latter carrying Ellie’s Roo under her arm. 

Ellie bounced up and dashed to Alanna’s arms, hugging the older player, firmly in little mode as she nearly always was with them. “Sissy,” she whispered, accepting her Roo anxiously. “Lanna, me and Daan got in trouble.”

“Why don’t you tell me and Mummy about it, baby Roo,” Alanna cooed softly, sitting down with Ellie in her lap as Sari finished Daan’s spanking with the bath brush.

“Daan’s bottom’s like red card red, Mummy,” Ellie said as Sam joined them. “Cause she got a yellow, but it was a second yellow. And she didn’t want to be smacked so we kind of…um.”

“They were caught making out in a closet,” Sari said.

Sam sighed, petting Ellie’s hair. “Well…I suppose that just shows how much of my little girl you are, getting caught in compromising positions.”

Ellie gave Sam a startled look. “Huh?”

“Your punishment is that you have to listen to a story,” Sam said quietly. “It’s a true story, and I want you to think about it and what could have happened differently, and tell me.”

“Kay, Mummy,” Ellie ventured. A story didn’t sound too bad.

At a word from Sari and Sherida, the rest of the Orange Lionesses (except Daan, who wanted to hear the story too) left the three Matildas alone, going to take care of their own business. 

When it was just her, Alanna, Ellie, and Daan, Sam began.

“This story starts the day before the Australian opener of the World Cup. I’d had a good time at practice, and it was compounded when I got back to my room and found my beautiful American girlfriend waiting for me. She’d sneaked away from camp, from her team, and made her way to our base, looking for me…”

Ellie and Daan listened raptly, with Alanna nearly as attentive, as Sam lapsed into memory. “I had a gift for her. It was a new implement, a vintage butter paddle, something I thought wouldn’t be too hard on Kristie’s bottom when we played together. It wasn’t any thicker than a wooden spoon after all.” She blushed, telling this part. “And you know the rule, my Joeys, you never use a new implement without having it tested on you first. I figured Kristie could handle it…”

Alanna and Ellie exchanged worried glances. “What did Mommy Kristie do, Mummy?” Ellie ventured, and Sam closed her eyes, remembering.

“She started to smack me with her hand at first before switching to the paddle…” Sam’s mind drifted back as she continued the tale.

Kristie had been smacking her for a while, and Sam held as still as possible, taking her smacks with as little reaction as she could. This sort of role reversal was...unusual for Sam, who was unquestionably the dominant partner in their relationship, but she also had a rule - both a team rule and a personal one - that she never used a new implement without feeling it first. So this once...this once, she'd let Kristie take control.

Besides, her girlfriend had gone to such lengths to come to her, when their teams weren't meant to meet each other for a good long while in this tournament. Kristie'd sneaked off and managed a flight to Australia's home base, slipping away with the help of some of her teammates. Without telling her Captains where she was going.

Really, as a captain herself, Sam ought to have Kristie over her knee reddening her girlfriend's arse right now. Instead, since Sam had bought Kristie a new paddle (in celebration of the tournament) it was Sam who was over Kristie's lap, feeling every smack as her beautiful blonde American girl tried it out on her.

A hiss passed her lips, but she could not cry. She would not cry. It hurt like hell but she didn't want to safeword, to make Kristie feel like she had fucked up. Except...

Fuck, what was that?

She'd twisted away from a carelessly placed swat, and that...that position for Sam's leg just felt..."Fuck, Kristie!"

Kristie yelped and dropped the implement at her side, understanding from the tone that this wasn't good. Worse, Sam's pained cry had brought her vice-captain running, and Steph burst into the room to find Sam half-naked, scrambling hastily off of Kristie on the bed.

"Why the hell are you here and what did you do to my captain?" Steph demanded, trying to take in what she'd walked in on. "Trying to sabotage Australia's chances? Why is Sam--"

"We were fucking, okay?" Sam blurted out the first thing she could think of, and Kristie went brick red with embarrassment, wishing she could just disappear. "Leave it, Steph!"

Kristie covered her face and groaned.

Lindsey and Alex were not going to be happy with her.

When Sam opened her eyes again, Ellie was staring, wide-eyed. “Wait, that’s how you got your training injury, Mummy? Because Mommy Kristie smacked you wrong?”

Sam nodded, cheeks flushed. “You can see why I didn’t want to tell Steph.”

“But Auntie Steph’s vice-captain, she needs to know,” Ellie protested. “And if you didn’t tell her…do Lindsey and Alex know? Did she have to tell them?”

“If they do, they’ve been good enough not to go shouting about it,” Sam said ruefully. “But I imagine Kristie was just as upset and embarrassed as I was. We’ll be more careful from now on. So the lesson is…”

Ellie frowned thoughtfully, hugging her Roo to her chest. “Don’t fuck in broom closets?”

“Impertinent brat,” Sam and Daan said together, both blushing. “Neither of us actually did any of that, you know,” Daan pointed out. “I think Sam’s looking for ‘think before you act’ or something like that.”

“Definitely,” Sam agreed fervently. “What could you have done differently today?”

Daan raised her eyebrows, pointing to herself, and Sam nodded.

“Oh, uh…not run away from a deserved punishment,” Daan admitted reluctantly. “Even though kissing my girlfriend is a much better use of my time.”

Sam snorted. “I sympathise,” she assured the Dutch footballer. “But rules are rules.”

“Yeah,” Daan admitted reluctantly. “Guess you’re right.”