Tales of the Tournaments

As the Swedes headed down the tunnel and into the dressing room, they were mostly happy and relieved to have gotten through. Sweden were in the semifinals, that was definitely something worth celebrating. But six of their number were slightly uneasy despite the excitement, knowing not all was well yet.

And two of those six had been wearing the armband for Sweden. Kosse and Magda kept close together, fidgeting as they thought about what was going to happen next.

Magda, in particular, looked put out. The former Chelsea captain was missing her Danish girlfriend (and Top), castigating herself for missing her shot, and just generally sullen.

Kosse kept a hand on Magda's head, ruffling her hair.

"It's gonna be okay Mags, it's just Caro and Miss Pernilla, how bad can it get?"

"Really bad, especially if you keep that up," Magda frowned at Kosse, "you don't want them to think you're too happy, you know."

Kosse snorted but said nothing as Miss Pernilla cleared her throat. "Alright little girls, before we celebrate our win, there's something to be taken care of first."

"And what would that be, Pernilla?" Magda countered.

Pernilla raised an eyebrow. "That's Miss Pernilla to you little girl, and you know very well what. Some of you are feeling guilt for not scoring as much as we could have, and the visuals will be good for the rest of you. And a certain captain seems to be in need of an attitude adjustment."

Kosse sputtered. "Wha--"

"Quiet Kosovare, unless you want to join her."

Kosse shut her mouth, eyeing the martinet warily as Pernilla brought it out. She swallowed hard and sat down, bottom still tingling.

"Blackstenius. Kaneryd. Angeldahl. Asllani. Eriksson. Hurtig."

Stina, Johanna, Filippa, Kosse, Magda, and Lina all turned their attention on Miss Pernilla. 

The others backed away, though they understood they had been instructed to remain and watch. None of them felt particularly happy about it, however.

"Kosovare, you're eldest; I'll have you first."

Swallowing nervously, Kosse nevertheless got up and made her way to Miss Pernilla, placing her hands on the bench and bending over as Pernilla guided her. She felt Pernilla's free hand on her back, rubbing a few soothing circles before the martinet whisked down, landing one blow over her clothed bottom.

The impact drew a gasp, but that was all, especially since Kosse had honestly been prepared for worse. She was relieved when Pernilla helped her to stand, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"You took more earlier, Kosse," Pernilla reminded her. "I'm sure you're still feeling it some."

Kosse nodded, tears shimmering in her eyes, and Pernilla gave her another squeeze. "Sorry, Miss Pernilla."

"It's alright, my brave girl," Pernilla soothed, "you're alright Kosse. Go on, I'll send you Magda in a moment."

Magda swallowed and stepped up. "Miss Pernilla," she said in quiet acknowledgement. "I'm sorry, I--"

"Not now, Magda," Pernilla cautioned. "You know what to do, now. And remember - Kosse took extra at halftime. You did not."

Magda grimaced and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Would you like to have Pernille with you for this or can you manage without her?"

Magda stiffened. "I can do it," she protested, not wanting Pernilla to think badly of her. She practically threw herself into position, palms flat on the bench, and Pernilla hid a minute eyeroll. That wasn't what she'd meant.

Magda stayed still, trying not to squirm as Pernilla tugged her shorts down, leaving her knickers in place. She yelped as the martinet connected, the ten smooth, soft leather tails striking once, twice, three times.

She did her best to stay down, though, and not pull out of position as she endured the whipping. 

Magda had felt the martinet before, in very, very different circumstances. Miss Pernilla didn't need to know about those.

Especially since thinking about it was provoking a reaction that Miss Pernilla hadn't considered, and should have.

A fourth stroke of the martinet was foregone, for a sharp smack with the flat of Miss Pernilla's hand.

"That's enough out of you, Magdalena Lilly Eriksson," Miss Pernilla snapped. "Can't you even behave when you're being punished, brat?"

"Ow," Magda whined. "But Miss Pernilla, that's not what P said that time."

"I don't need to know about you and P's recreational activities and I'm sure the team doesn't need to either," Pernilla said sardonically. "I don't want you forgetting where you are or when you are just to take pleasant journeys in your head."

"Not fair, considering it was at your house," Magda sulked. "You knew anyway."

"That's enough," Miss Pernilla said again. "We're going to tell P what you did when I'm finished here."

Magda scowled, and Miss Pernilla shook her head, righting the younger Swede's clothing and directing her to a corner with Jenna to watch her.

Jennifer Falk nodded to Miss Pernilla, accepting her girlfriend's order to keep the captain quiet and under control. The keeper steered Magda into a corner, standing behind her with her arms folded.

"You really shouldn't have, Magda. Now P's going to have to know and I don't want to know what she's going to do to you."

"What can she do to me? She left," Magda sulked.

Jenna sighed and ran her fingers lightly through the younger Swede's hair. "Your P is as devious as mine. She'll find a way."

"Blackstenius. Hurtig."

Stina and Lina jumped slightly as Miss Pernilla's attention turned away from Magda. "Both of us, ma'am?" Stina ventured.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" Miss Pernilla asked impatiently, and the younger Swedes got moving. The two twenty-seven-year-olds made their way to Miss Pernilla, and at her direction, bent over with their hands on the bench.

Lina's hand shifted a bit to the right to cover Stina's protectively; the slightly younger Swede appreciated the gesture, not that it made much difference. The two Arsenal teammates weren't entirely unfamiliar with leather implements, though Kim favored the tawse for serious punishments. This, from what they could tell, was going to be rather different.

Unlike Kim, Miss Pernilla didn't bare them. She gave Stina and Lina each two strokes over their shorts before letting them go, and the Arsenal pair quickly got out of Miss Pernilla's way.

Filippa and Johanna, the two youngests who had been singled out, were already making their way reluctantly toward Miss Pernilla without being called. They had each missed two shots, and despite Filippa's goal, the two knew they couldn't get out of being chastised for it.

"Good girls, coming over without being called," Pernilla praised them briefly. "You know you need this."

"Yes ma'am," Filippa said meekly. "Only...I did score, so..."

Miss Pernilla shook her head. "Hmm. Mentioning it doesn't tell me you've learned anything."

Rookie mistake. Filippa blushed hotly, unsurprised when Miss Pernilla had her take up position first.

And her shorts came down, too. That was worse.

The martinet flicked down on her thinly clothed bottom four times before Pernilla released her. Filippa tugged her shorts back up quickly and waited nearby as Johanna was given the same treatment.

None of the strokes had really been hard enough to reduce them to floods of tears. They had won after all, they were headed to the semis, and it had just been a few missed shots. But the strokes still stung, and Filippa traded uncomfortable glances with Johanna. "We'll do better, Miss Pernilla."

"Good."

When Pernilla had sent the younger Swedes back to rejoin the group, she let her gaze sweep over the gathered Swedes. "Alright, all of you but Magda and Jenna, ice baths. You two, stay here."

Jenna's hand on Magda's back kept the young captain from leaving the corner as the rest of the Swedes moved to the ice baths so they could relax. Then the keeper brought Magda to stand before Miss Pernilla. Magda's gaze was fixed on the floor, face red with embarrassment.

As though to make things worse, Olivia Schough walked over, holding Jenna’s phone.

“You were looking for this?”

“Yes, thanks Livi.” The keeper exchanged a meaningful look with Pernilla, and initiated the call.

Magda watched warily, grateful as Caroline Seger’s arm wrapped around her from behind. Olivia’s girlfriend hugged her fellow captain reassuringly.

“It’s alright, Magda, angel. You’re forgiven,” she soothed the younger Swede. “But I think you still need something, don’t you? Or someone?”

Magda exhaled and nodded, leaning into Caro’s embrace as Jenna spoke quietly on the call. She ignored the world around her until she was addressed..

“Embarrassed to need me, are you my love?” Pernille’s voice spoke lightly accented Swedish and Magda’s head whipped around to see her much loved Dane, her Top on the other end of the call. “Jenna’s told me everything, my naughty girl, so don’t you think we’ll be forgetting this when you get home.”

Color rushed back into Magda’s face. “Oh - please, ma’am…”

“Shhh.” Pernille Harder cooed softly. “I know you miss me, Magdalena, but that’s no excuse to behave badly for Miss Pernilla. You knew you were being punished, that’s not a time for mental journeying. We’ve talked about that, haven’t we?”

“...Yes, ma’am,” Magda admitted reluctantly.

“It’s going to be alright my love. We’ll just have to have our discussion when I pick you up at the airport, whenever that may be. Let’s hope later, rather than sooner, hm? I want the best for you,” she soothed. “But don’t go worrying your pretty head about it too far. You’re still my girl, pet, and I still love you no matter what. Alright?”

Relief shuddered through Magda. “Yes ma’am,” she repeated, a weight off her shoulders.

“There’s my girl. Now go and do your best to win for us, hmm? What’s next up, Spain?”

“Spain,” Magda confirmed, exhaling, “and they’ve already eliminated the Netherlands.”

“Serves Beerensteyn right,” Pernille muttered, making the Swedes laugh. “Well, just give it your best, my love, you always do, and no matter what happens, it won’t be too long before we’re together again.”

“I will,” Magda promised quietly. “I miss you, P.”

Pernille watched Magda with concern. “Don’t do anything foolish now, Magdalena. I trust Caro, Olivia, Jenna, and Miss Pernilla to watch out for you for me, but I want you back in one piece.”

“Yes ma’am,” Magda nodded quickly. “I’ll behave.”

“There’s my good girl, pet.” Pernille glanced at something offscreen. “I have to go, but text me when you’re ready for bed, love, we can talk again then.”

Magda sniffled and nodded. “Love you, P.”

“I love you, my angel.”

Then she was gone.

The few left in the locker room relaxed, and went through together to the ice baths to join their teammates. After all that, they had a quarterfinal win to celebrate.