Tales of the Tournaments

As soon as all of the Swedes were settled in the locker room after the end of the match and the medal ceremony, Miss Pernilla looked around the room before she started calling names.

“Andersson, Angeldal, KosovareAsllani, Bjorn, Blackstenius, Magdalena Lilly Eriksson, Hurtig, Ilestedt, Fridolina Rolfo, and Rubensson. Front and center, please.”

Jonna, Filippa, Kosse, Nathalie, Stina, Magda, Lina, Amanda, Frido, and Elin assembled without questioning it, knowing Miss Pernilla wasn’t to be trifled with. She turned to Filippa first of all.

“Now, Filippa. Would you care to share with the class why you’re here?” she asked dryly. The twenty-six year old squirmed, staring at the floor. 

“Because you called me up here, ma’am.”

Pernilla’s eyebrows shot up, but before she could remark on that, she saw Zecira Musovic, sitting a short distance away, raise her hand in a bid for Pernilla’s attention. “Yes, Zecira? You had something to add?”

The keeper - less than a year Filippa’s elder, but as a Caregiver, considered more mature than the Little one automatically - gave a brisk nod. “I’d wager it’s because she doesn’t have a Mamma of her own here, Miss Pernilla.”

“Are you volunteering for the role?”

“Yes ma’am, if she’ll have me.”

The relief on Filippa’s face was palpable, as she bolted from the line, fleeing to Zecira’s side. As she reached Zecira, though, a loud crash made everyone jump.

The other players turned their heads in the direction of the noise, to see a tearful Jonna Andersson.

“Something wrong, little girl? Other than the lot of trouble you found for yourself…” Zecira raised an eyebrow.

“Me want too,” Jonna demanded.

“Chaos twins,” Zecira muttered. “You want a Mamma too, little one?” She carded her fingers through Jonna’s hair. “You want everything Filippa’s getting, do you?”

Jonna nodded firmly. “Filippa mine, Mamma.”

“Okay, little one. That's perfectly okay.” Zecira smiled down at Jonna, whose own face showed relief at being accepted, finally. 

“In light of these events, I'll let your Mamma take care of your warmup okay, Filippa? In fact, you are welcome to dole out all of the warmups, Zecira. Consider it your reward for a clean sheet. I am really proud of you, though Zecira, great job, especially compared to some of your teammates. Before we get to that point though, I have some special punishments to give out. Magdalena Lilly Eriksson and Kosovare Asllani. Since both of you decided to go and get head injuries, as much as you need smacks, I won't be giving you any. Instead, you both will sit and watch the rest of your teammates smackings, on the mat. And there's a little something extra for you, Kosovare, naughty captain that you are. What exactly possessed you to shove Gorry, then headbutt Foord, I simply do not understand. Foord plays rough, and will probably be in a similar position to you, but why Gorry her emotions were high after Magda’s injury - I'll get to you in a moment Magdalena Lilly - understandably so, any explanation for that one?” Miss Pernilla asked with an eyebrow raised. 

“No ma'am. I just, I don't like being pushed around, ma'am.”

“That's understandable, not forgiven yet, but understandable. Unfortunately for your bottom Kosovare, you are going to be ordered around to something especially unpleasant. Seems fair, yes?”

“And you, Magdalena Lilly Eriksson. I'll explain and ask what happened in a minute. Can you please go set out two of the acupressure mats for me on the bench? As for you, Kosovare, you have a choice. Both still involve the mat, however with one the slate is wiped clean, the other you have smacks with the ornas coming the next time Sweden meets again. Which do you choose, Kosovare?”

“I’ll get it over with, Miss Pernilla,” Kosse said, feeling uneasy about the choice but knowing that waiting for over a month until the Nations League matches began - and that was assuming she was even called up, though it was more than likely she would be - Kosse didn’t want to wait that long.

“Good,” Miss Pernilla said in satisfaction, more toward Magda than Kosse, as Magda had taken out the acupressure mats with great reluctance. Pernilla took a wrapped ginger plug out of her bag and showed it to Kosse. “You know what this is for.”

Kosse’s eyes widened and she nodded. “Yes Miss Pernilla, ma’am.” 

“What you didn't know was that this was also planned. The difference was that the clean slate included you sitting on the mat and ginger at the same time instead of separately. Now, any questions?”

Kosse made an effort not to bite her lip. “Do you mean Magda’s going to have to have the ginger too, ma’am?”

“Nope, only you. You did have the armband, did you not? What kind of example did that set to all the little girls back home, in Sweden, and the world over that want to be captain that you were banging into players and shoving Gorry. You were extremely lucky you didn't end up with a captain's yellow.”

“With respect, ma’am, Magda had the armband when she pulled down Sam Kerr,” Kosse said. “I was already subbed off for Lina by then.”

“Be that as it may, Kosovare, I imagine my Danish counterpart has punishments in store for when Magdalena gets back to her. Can you say the same, Kosovare? Plus, you might be happy to know that a little birdie on the Matildas side told me your counterparts received the same punishment. I'm told Foord almost had the extra bit of having to eat soap during, apparently a bit of a mouth on that one. Anyway, let's move along, shall we?”

“I hope it won’t be taken the wrong way to say I’m not particularly eager to move along, ma’am,” Kosse muttered.

“I’m sure Miss Pernilla can handle that.”

Caroline Seger.

Kosse turned to look at the older captain warily. Caro beckoned Kosse, and seated herself on a chair next to the mats, away from most of the other Swedes.

Reluctantly, Kosse followed Caro to the chair, and let her older teammate help her facedown over her lap. Kosse stifled a yelp as her torso landed on Caro’s thighs, but Caro’s hand rubbed over Kosse’s back in gentle circles to settle her. 

Kosse relaxed into Caro’s touch, eyes drifting shut, but before she could forget what was going to happen, she felt Caro’s fingertips slip under her waistband, tugging down her shorts and underwear. Cool air hit her bare bottom, and her skin prickled. 

A crackling noise, like a wrapper being opened, made Kosse squirm nervously, but Caro’s hand on her back alleviated the movement - mostly, anyway. Kosse’s eyes shut tighter when she felt a hand on her bottom - Pernilla’s, she guessed - spreading her bottom cheeks and inserting the ginger plug, slick with its own juices. She shivered as it went in, whining in discomfort as her briefs and shorts were pulled back up over it.

Then, Caro guided Kosse over to the mat and had her sit down on it. Magda followed, also allowed to keep her shorts and underwear on. The acupressure mats were slightly cushioned by the presence of clothing, but they would still be enough to make a point - especially to Kosse.

“How does that feel? Bearable?”

“It’s horrible, ma’am,” Kosse replied, doing her best not to squirm. Magda merely nodded in agreement with Kosse.

“Good, it's working then. I have faith in you, both of you. I see you're trying not to squirm, hmm Kosovare. Hard isn’t it, on one hand the mat makes you want to squirm, on the other the ginger doesn't like that. You can try to stay  as still as possible or squirm all you want, up to you. But if give me any backchat or attitude later, I can always make you squirm.”

To Kosse and Magda’s displeasure she simply grasped their shoulders and, individually moved them side to side, just a little bit to illustrate her point. 

“Now that that's done, Zecira, do you want to handle the warm-up spankings?”

“Yes ma’am,  no problem.”

“No! Mamma no leave!” Jonna reacted.

“Shhh, Mamma’s here little one. I'm not going far. And in a minute You can even help and hold your syster’s hands for me okay? I promise, Mamma is never going very far ever again.” 

With a kiss to Jonna’s forehead that seemed to do the trick, Zecira moved to sit down on the bench, not far from Magda and Kosse, to begin the warm-up spankings, saving her own (new) little brat for last.

“Elin Ingrid Johanna Rubensson.”

The midfielder jumped slightly, grimacing at being full-named like that. She edged closer to Jennifer Falk, as though she could use her club teammate as a shield. But Jenna merely raised an eyebrow, giving the younger Swede a nudge back toward her fellow keeper. “You don’t want to try it, lillan. If you try to get out of Zecira smacking you it’ll just be me, and I know all your tricks.”

As though she’s not just a couple weeks older than me! And Zecira’s younger than me!

Zecira laughed sardonically, making Elin blush as she realized at least part of that thought must have run out of her mouth. “At least I know how to behave myself, Elin. Come here. You’re not scared of a little warm up smacking, are you?”

Elin scowled at the younger Swede. “I’m not scared.”

“Then don’t make a production of it unless you want Miss Pernilla to get involved.”

Elin definitely did not want that. She grimaced, but went to Zecira, who tugged Elin down over her lap, and put one hand on her back to keep her there. Her other hand smacked down on Elin’s (mercifully clothed) bottom ten times in quick succession.

Elin bit down on the urge to swear. Zecira wasn’t pulling her punches - or smacks, rather - and clothes in place or not, she’d definitely felt tears starting. “Ow, Zecira, sorry! Sorry I didn’t listen!”

“That’s a start, at least.” Zecira helped Elin back up, looking exasperated. “Lina, come here, I trust Elin’s shown you what not to do.”

At least Lina’s 27 like Zecira, Elin thought, backing out of the forward’s way as she reluctantly went to Zecira to take her swats. Lina got into position obediently and took her ten smacks without arguing. As a result, they weren’t as hard as the ones Zecira had given Elin.

Then Zecira turned to study Jonna, and Filippa intently. 

“Filippa, Jonna can you come here for Mamma please?” Zecira asked. 

As soon as the girls reached their new Mamma, there was yet another loud crash. This time, it came from Johanna. 

“Johanna Kaneryd, what are you doing throwing your medal at the locker too? We worked too hard to get those, little girl.” Miss Pernilla admonished her.

Next thing Zecira knew, she had yet another younger teammate at her side, though more articulated than the last one.

“Can you be my Mamma too?” Johanna asked. 

“That’s fine, I can do that. I take it you both agree?” Zecira asked Jonna and Filippa. 

At nods from both of them, all four footballers grinned before Zecira got back to the business at hand. 

“We still have to deal with your warm-up spankings, though. Johanna, you first. Filippa, Jonna kneel down on either side of the bench and take one of your syster’s hands please.”

Johanna wouldn’t even be getting smacked if she hadn’t thrown her medal, the keeper thought.

“Since this is the only smacking you’ll be getting Johanna, you’ll be getting a little more than your systers, especially since you threw your medal just to get attention,” Zecira said firmly. “Understand?” 

“Yes Mamma I understand,” Johanna said, settling over her Chelsea teammate’s lap. Filippa and Jonna took her hands in theirs, and she held tight as Zecira began.

Five smacks to each bottom cheek - so far, the same as the others, enough to get Johanna sniffling, but then four smacks to her sit spots and four to her thighs - two each side - definitely had tears spilling down her cheeks. A hard swat to the middle of her bottom finished it, and Zecira lifted Johanna back up. 

“Don’t throw your medals again, Anna Johanna, you hear me?”

Johanna nodded anxiously. “Sorry, Mamma Zecira…”

“Alright,” Zecira relented. “Now you, Jonna Ann-Charlotte,” she ordered. “Switch with Johanna, Filippa will hold your hand.”

“Not both, Mamma?” Jonna asked anxiously, already sniffling. “I hold Johanna….”

“Would you rather have both your systers, dotter?”

“Ja, tack, Mamma,” Jonna sniffled, nodding anxiously. “Both.”

Zecira nodded and helped Jonna over her lap, Johanna and Filippa each taking one of her hands in support. “You two will be getting the normal warm-up,” she assured Jonna and Filippa, “because you have more coming, my little chaos twins.”

That wasn’t nice of Mamma, Jonna thought, still firmly in little headspace as she took her ten swats. She squealed as the last one landed across the middle of her bottom, looking up at Zecira tearfully. “Mamma…” 

Johanna heard another soft sob from behind them as Jonna switched places with Filippa. Her gaze left the chaos twins, as she took Filippa’s hand in hers. Where…oh. Anna. She winced at that.

Miss Pernilla’s rule about not being Anna’s Mamma during the Cup is so stupid. I’m surprised Anna hasn’t cracked, honestly. Well, at least there’s not much time left for that.

Filippa took her ten swats without fighting, and Zecira let her up, giving her hand a squeeze. “Alright Filippa, that’s done now, good,” she said. “That’s all from Mamma, little ones.”

“Don’t want more, Mamma Zecira.”

“Then you shouldn’t have acted out,” Zecira said calmly.

“For now though, my girls, let's just sit. Miss Pernilla has more of our teammates to take care of, I imagine that plimsoll will come in handy, let’s just be quiet and watch though, okay?”

Filippa, Jonna, and Johanna nodded, sitting with minimal squirming on their stinging bottoms, trying not to call Miss Pernilla’s attention to them as she stepped forward.

“Emma Stina Blackstenius, come here little girl.”

Stina ran a hand through her blonde hair nervously as she went to Miss Pernilla. She wasn’t sure to be relieved or worried that Zecira wasn’t handling her; Zecira had very explicitly been handling the warmups of some of her teammates, and they had been promised more punishment later. The fact that she hadn’t been given that hopefully meant whatever Miss Pernilla was about to do would be the end of it for hers. “Yes ma’am,” she managed to say, stomach dropping a little when she saw the Australian plimsoll Miss Pernilla produced.

Oh. Of course she swapped implements with Miss who was it again, the Matilda, Lisa, that’s right. That figures. She grimaced at the thought. At least it’s not the Ornas? But now Miss Pernilla was propping her leg up on the bench, and Stina had no choice but to lean over the other Swede’s thigh, pulled well over so her shorts stretched over her bottom. It was as good as being bare, Stina thought, and she had just enough time to consider that before the plimsoll smacked down for the first time.

Stina clamped down on the urge to swear, knowing Miss Pernilla wouldn’t appreciate it, but she couldn’t help thinking it. Fuck that hurt. She squeezed her eyes shut as the swats continued to fall, burning what felt like every inch of her bottom. Ten more, and she was set back on her feet, gasping and tearful, but quickly realizing the shock of it had been worse than the accumulated pain - not that it wasn’t bad, but it could have been much worse. The ornas would be worse, she realized, stepping back shakily and fighting the urge to rub her bottom as Amanda was called forward. 

Amanda took Stina's place over Miss Pernilla’s thigh who wasted no time in starting her punishment. 

Amanda squirmed and kicked through the thirteen swats of the slipper, which Stina personally thought was more theatrics than valid, as she knew Amanda had encountered the thing before while Stina had luckily avoided it. “Get off!” Amanda demanded as Miss Pernilla landed a particularly hard smack. 

“That’s enough little girl. You will take all the smacks you’ve earned.” 

“It was just one fucking foul!”

Heads turned.

“Your outburst just earned you time on the mat after Sofia leaves to retrieve the ornas, keep it up and you might face the ornas. Now, are you ready to continue calmly, little girl?”

Amanda’s face reddened and she nodded meekly. “Yes ma’am.”

As Amanda was pulled back over Miss Pernilla’s thigh, Stina felt Nathalie edge closer to her. The younger Swede had seen which way the wind was blowing - smacks by jersey number, confirmed when Pernilla finished Amanda's with thirteen, and even though Nathalie’s jersey was fourteen, she’d not only had a foul but a handball, too. “Do you think Miss Pernilla’s going to smack me harder than Amanda, or just put me on the mat too, Stina?”

Stina shook her head minutely. “Hard to say, but either way Frido’s coming off worst of all.”

“Of the four of us at least,” Nathalie said glumly. “All those misses and two fouls.” Plus being number eighteen, of course. 

“Really not helping,” Frido said quietly.

Nathalie jumped. “Sorry.” To see Frido subdued meant a lot - the usually cheerful Swede only looked this deflated when she knew she was in big trouble, and her friends were too. 

Frido nodded. When Miss Pernilla had Amanda back on her feet, Nathalie was called over.

Stina pulled Frido close and hugged the Barca player comfortingly. “Look, me and Amanda survived it, you and Nathalie will too,” she tried.

“Come here, Nathalie Bjorn. Over.” Miss Pernilla directed the next player.

She sounds like Rory. Nathalie winced at the mental image of what her Italian girlfriend and Top would have to say about this when she got back to Everton, and quickly got into position. Aurora would have a lot to say, or not say, about her behaviour today. Best not to make it worse.

Nathalie clung to Miss Pernilla’s leg instinctively as the plimsoll began its repeated descent, gritting her teeth as she took her slippering. Tears pooled in her eyes and she sniffled, trying to keep them back. She would be crying freely for Rory by now, but Miss Pernilla wasn’t Rory, however much her tone matched up. So she did her best to hold still and take each of the searing swats without breaking down.

“You did well, Nathalie. Switch places with Fridolina for me please.”

Nathalie scrambled up off Miss Pernilla’s thigh, hands automatically pressing her burning bottom for a moment (though she didn’t rub out the sting) feeling how hot it was. And Frido has eighteen coming, our sweet sunshiny Frido, she thought anxiously, looking at the Barca player as Frido reluctantly broke away from Stina, approaching Miss Pernilla with an anxious look.

Behind Miss Pernilla, Zecira’s gaze had snapped to Frido, and she was watching, too, as Frido hesitantly draped herself over Pernilla’s thigh, holding tight, unusually rigid. She’s frightened, Zecira thought. She’s too tense for this. Pernilla, help her. Please, she hoped.

Pernilla for her part, also recognized this. 

“Relax back here, Fridolina.”

Frido cringed and Zecira stepped away from her little ones to put a hand on Frido’s back.

“It’s alright lillan, you’re going to survive it,” she soothed. “You’re alright, take a breath, let it out, relax, it’ll be easier if you’re not stiffened up.” She rubbed Frido’s back until Frido relaxed, then moved around to kneel and take her hands. “There. I’m here. Is that better, lillan?”

Blushing, Frido nodded, clinging to Zecira’s hands, and Zecira nodded to Miss Pernilla.

The first smack of the slipper fell and Frido yelped, squirming, clinging tight to Zecira as seven more followed. She was wriggling and kicking more and more as the spanking progressed - by the eighth swat she had nearly fallen off Pernilla’s lap. How was she meant to take ten more? The thought was frightening and even though she’d committed three fouls she just couldn’t cope.

“N-nooo please!”

“Shhh, settle, settle down Frido, lillan,” Zecira soothed, seeing the precious girl on the verge of an anxiety attack. Exchanging a glance with Pernilla, she made her decision. “Come on, up, sweet girl.” 

Shaking, Frido allowed Zecira to lift her up, and Zecira sat on the bench as Pernilla backed off, lifting Frido into her lap, sitting up. “Breathe,” Zecira directed, an arm around her teammate. “Calm down, I’ve got you.”

“N-no slipper, I can’t, I can’t,” Frido babbled and Zecira rubbed her back, rocking her gently.

“Shhh, I see that lillan. Do you want to tell me why?”

Frido shook her head and Zecira nodded calmly. “Okay. That’s okay, you don’t have to. Just breathe.” 

When Frido was breathing normally again, Zecira looked carefully at her. “There, you look better lillan. Do you feel a bit better?”

Hesitantly, Frido nodded.

“I might have a solution for you, Fridolina. Would you feel better if it was Zecira’s hand for the rest instead of the plimsoll? It would have to be bare, though.”

Frido blushed. “B-bare?”

Zecira nodded. “Not until you’re over my lap though lillan,” she promised. “It’ll be all okay, just ten swats left, Frido. Do you think you can manage that?”

Frido looked nervously at the keeper, and her strong hands. Still, they had to be softer than the plimsoll, she thought, and nodded hesitantly. “Okay, Zecira,” she agreed. “I…I didn’t mean to cause trouble for Miss Pernilla.”

“No no, of course not lillan. You’re not being smacked for panicking,” Zecira soothed. “You’re getting this smacking for your fouls during the match, that’s all Frido. It’ll be over soon. Come on, sweet girl.”

Frido nodded and let Zecira help her into position, blushing again as the keeper tugged down her shorts and panties. Then the keeper’s hand came to rest on her back, rubbing gently so she wouldn’t tense up.

“Hold on tight to me, I’ve got you Frido.”

Swallowing, Frido did as Zecira said, clinging to the keeper’s leg as the first swat with Zecira’s hand reignited the heat in her bottom. “Ow!”

“That’s okay lillan, you can cry,” Zecira promised, as the smacks continued to fall. Frido squirmed a little, but no more than that. The smacks hurt, but weren’t as frightening as the plimsoll, and as Zecira had promised, they were all over in short order. Frido was tearful and sniffling, but she was lifted into Zecira’s lap, her bottoms tugged back up to cover her, and hugged close.

“There you are Frido, all done,” Zecira soothed, “brave girl, I’ve got you.”

“Gracias Tia Zecira,” Frido yawned, and Zecira smiled in amusement. She’s been at Barca too long.

“You’re welcome lillan.”

“With that finished, we can move on to the next thing. Kosovare, Magdalena you may stand. In a moment I'm going to send Eva Sofia to meet with an Australian, to return this wicked little number and retrieve our ornas. Not only would you not be witnessing other smackings during that time, but it might take longer than five minutes. So, I will give you a reprieve and let you stand until she returns. However, there's a catch, I don't suspect the ornas swats will take as long as five minutes either. So for half of that remaining time, you will be made to squirm. But luckily for you, you don't have to be the first to experience this, we have a volunteer who will take your place while Sofia is gone, one also getting a couple minutes of “squirm time”. Where are you, Amanda Ilestedt?”

Amanda had been attempting to hide behind Jonna and Olivia, but now Olivia turned and gently dragged her out into open view.

“You know better than to hide while Miss Pernilla’s looking for you little one.”

Amanda sighed and trotted forward, looking extremely concerned about what was about to happen. “But Miss Pernilla I’ve never had to--”

“Shhh, hey it'll be okay, how about any longer than five minutes and you can stop. There's a first time for everything. It'll be bad, but not horrible like it could be okay. You even get a towel, how about that?”

Amanda looked at the acupressure mats warily and nodded. “Yes ma’am, I’ll try,” she offered.

“That's all I'll ever ask of you. Of any of you, for that matter. Now, let's ease you down on the towel. Eva Sofia, you go and take this plimsoll to the other side and get the Ornas back.”

Amanda was relieved to have the towel there, and to be allowed to sit on the mat with her clothes still in place. It was good padding, but she could still feel the points of the acupressure mat - the towel wasn’t thick, and neither were the other layers, so it wasn’t as though Miss Pernilla had made the punishment wholly ineffective. She did her best to sit still and not squirm, but the points of the mat were still pressing into her bottom uncomfortably.

She didn’t want to think about what it would be like if the towel wasn’t there.

“Now for a little “squirm time” example. I'm just going to grab your shoulders and rock you back and forth, okay?”

And…that’s what I was hoping to avoid, which is of course why Miss Pernilla wants to do it. Well, there’s only one right answer… “Yes ma’am,” Amanda said reluctantly.

Zecira came to stand by Amanda, the keeper putting a hand on her back briefly as Pernilla took hold of her shoulders. She didn’t obstruct Miss Pernilla’s way as the other Swede rocked Amanda back and forth on the mat, but she stood close by, offering Amanda silent moral support as the defender underwent her punishment. After she’d been rocked back and forth a few times, Miss Pernilla began moving her side to side instead and Amanda couldn’t help crying from the points being pushed harder into her sore bottom. 

“There. I think that's good enough. You seem repentant and I think we gave a good enough example for your naughtyteammates that still have this to come. You can stand when you want, Amanda. Now, we'll just be waiting for Sofia to return.” 

It was no surprise to Zecira when Amanda got up immediately, and she welcomed Amanda into her embrace. Now they just had to wait.

Before they knew it, and too soon in some of their opinions, Sofia was back, Ornas in hand. 

“Here you are Miss Pernilla,” Sofia said, handing the Ornas over and taking a hasty step out of range. Zecira covered a grin. 

“What are you worried about Sofia? You haven’t been a naughty girl tonight. Guilty conscience?”

“Nothing like that, I just saw Foord sitting on one of those and was hoping they wouldn’t be out when I got back.” She nodded to the acupressure mats.

“Oh, well you don’t have to worry about those either, Sofia,” Zecira said. “Right, Miss Pernilla?”

Kosse and Magda on the other hand… Kosse was standing behind Magda, and Kosse had her hands behind her back. She can’t be rubbing her bottom, with that ginger plug in. Did she take it out? Zecira wondered.

She looked at the two older Swedes, her captains, with a slight frown. “Kosse, is everything alright?” she asked.

“Yeah, fantastic,” Kosse said sarcastically. “Never been better.”

Zecira sighed. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, Kosse,” she said, seeing that Miss Pernilla was now attending carefully to their conversation. “But you’re hiding behind Magda. Someone might think you’re up to something.”

Kosse froze as Pernilla moved toward them. “Up to something? I’m not up to anything,” she protested. “I just want to stay behind Magda for now, alright? There’s no law against that, I can stand where I want.”

“Okay.” Zecira shrugged. “But if you’re hiding something…”

“No, okay?”

“Hmm, I think she is. Come here Kosovare. I'm not mad, especially if what happened is what I think happened.”

Reluctantly, Kosse went to stand in front of Pernilla. She grimaced as Pernilla lay a hand on the back of her shorts, noting that the ginger plug was no longer there. “Alright, I took it out, ma’am,” she admitted reluctantly. “But it was too much. I tried but I couldn’t keep it in for that long.”

“I won't put another plug in, it's likely to be affected by the mat. However, you will be squirming the entire time, and I have a little something for the attitude that came from your mouth when Zecira asked you a simple question. Hotshot now, there's always soap for later, if the mat causes naughty words, hmm?” 

“I’m sorry Zecira,” Kosse said without prompting, looking at the keeper. Zecira nodded sympathetically.

“It’s alright with me. You’re hurting, Kosse. I’m not mad, I understand. But you know Miss Pernilla’s right.”

Kosse sighed. In the short term, HotShot was going to be horrible, in the long term, though, it might do her a favour as it could theoretically stop her bottom from hurting as the mat pressed into it. Squirming on the mat would feel extremely weird, but might not be painful. Not that she was sure, she’d never tried that before. But if it didn’t hurt, she didn’t think she’d be swearing, at least, so…maybe Miss Pernilla was trying to spare her, in a weird way. “I’m ready ma’am,” Kosse said quietly.

"Is dat alles? Ze heeft het eruit gehaald zonder toestemming!”

Kosse whipped around to stare at Lineth Beerensteyn, sitting sullenly beside Linda Sembrandt. Lineth’s arms were crossed and she scowled. “Yes I took it out without permission, but it was your idea and you took it from me,” Kosse replied to the Dutch girl’s outburst in English. “I should have known you weren’t trying to help me.”

“Oh really? Well, your punishment still stands Kosovare. Linda, I imagine you can handle the brat? Part of your punishment, brat is not getting to see Kosse get more smacks.”

“Here you go, Kosovare. Open wide, since I can't trust you to follow instructions, naughty girl.”

Kosse froze, but Zecira went over to her, squeezing Kosse’s hand.

“Never mind what Lineth did, Kosse, ignore her. She’s not here, it’s just you, me and Miss Pernilla right now alright?”

Kosse nodded slightly and kept her focus on Pernilla, holding her head up as she opened her mouth, her eyes meeting Pernilla’s. She didn’t want Pernilla to think she couldn’t or wouldn’t do as she was told anymore.

The HotShot being opened made Kosse squirm inside, but she tried to hold still as Pernilla poured it into her mouth. She swallowed it as quickly as she could, the sour, bitter burn flooding her mouth and throat, and fought the urge to throw up. Zecira pulled Kosse into her arms and gave her a brief hug. “Easy, easy, Kosse, breathe and remember you’re a captain, you can do this.”

Kosse nodded. “Thanks, Zecira.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Almost finished. Kosovare, Magdalena back on your mats. Caro, would you and Olivia mind taking care of the squirming while I deal with the naughty brats in need of our beloved Ornas? Speaking of, Elin you're okay if Lina holds your hands and vice-versa? I imagine you want your systers, or maybe your Mamma, Jonna?”

Elin, Lina, and Jonna nodded and said “yes ma’am.” Anna, however, was looking very visibly upset by this little speech, especially when Lineth sneered at her. 

Hanna and Nathalie immediately went to Anna and hugged her. Nathalie glared at Jenna, who looked guilty, sighed resignedly and walked over to the trio. The keeper rested a hand briefly on Anna’s head. 

“Be brave a little longer, lillan,” Jenna whispered. “We’ll be on our way home tomorrow, and I promise, things will be back to normal then.”

“Ja, M-I mean, Jenna,” Anna whispered back, eyes downcast. Jenna squeezed Anna’s shoulder and backed off, letting Nathalie and Hanna hold Anna. 

“Lineth Beerensteyn, I think you could use some time with our beloved Ornas. I think I'll have you first. Caro, Olivia.” She nodded at the two Swedes, who reluctantly started the “squirming”.

Linda grabbed Lineth’s arm when her Dutch club teammate balked, and steered Lineth over to Miss Pernilla. She was taller and stronger than Lineth, and wasn’t about to take no for an answer. 

Lineth growled and swore at her in Dutch and Italian, but Linda shrugged it off, just making sure she was brought before Pernilla. “Here she is, ma’am,” Linda said. “Behave yourself Lineth, you’re not doing yourself any favours.”

“Bend over, hands on the bench, Beerensteyn.”

Linda put Lineth in position, a hand on her back to ensure she stayed there. “It’d be better if you just accepted it, Lineth, you know you were wrong and now you have to pay for it.”

“She’s not Miss Sari.”

“No, but Miss Sari did give me permission to discipline you as needed. Unless you would prefer I tell her? Jenna, do you know where my phone is?”

“I’ve got it Ma’am, would you like me to call Miss Sari right now?” Jenna asked with a wide grin. Lineth shook her head in protest.

“No! No, you don’t need to call Miss Sari!”

“Then hold still. Your Dutch jersey number is seven, is that right?”

“Yes,” Lineth responded, “ma’am,” she added at a pinch to her thigh from Linda.

“Better,” Miss Pernilla said. “Because you are already disgraced, because you intended to get Kosovare in further trouble for your own entertainment, you will be getting these smacks with our Ornas on the bare bottom. Jenna, see to it.”

Jenna nodded obediently to Miss Pernilla, and tugged Lineth’s bottoms down to her knees, baring her backside. The large birch paddle tapped both cheeks at once, before being drawn back and smacked down. 

Lineth tried grinding her teeth to keep from crying out as swat after burning swat impacted her bare bottom. By swat number four, tears were streaming down 

her face as she struggled to keep silent.

As swat five, then six fell upon her bottom cheeks, Lineth let out a loud wail.

“Brace yourself, Beerensteyn. This will be the hardest one yet.”

The seventh swat wasn't as bad as she was expecting, it was much, much worse. 

Lineth let out a very loud, hoarse scream followed promptly by a slew of apologies.

Probably didn't help that you antagonized her daughter, Stupid.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Miss Pernilla. I'm sorry Kosse. And I'm sorry Anna.”

“Oh I believe you are. The ornas has a way of getting to the truth, but just to be sure, I'm going to call Miss Sari when we leave here so expect a visit from her when you're back in Italy.”

“Linda, please take our guest back to sit down. Lina, Filippa, Elin come here please.”

The three younger Swedes reported as ordered and got their smackings in quick succession, Lina receiving 8, Filippa 6, and Elin receiving 3.

“Jonna, come here please. You can bring your systers. It's okay, it's only two okay?”

At Jonna’s tearful nod, she leaned against both of her systers instead of on the bench, as Jenna bared her bottom. 

Miss Pernilla took aim before the Ornas came crashing down. 

“Owww, it hurts Mamma!”

“I know lillan. One more, can you be brave for Mamma?”

At Jonna’s nod, Miss Pernilla struck with the Ornas one final time.

“Owww Mamma! It burns.”

“Shhh, it's over lillan. Mamma’s got you, I'm here. Right here, with your systers. Everything will be okay.” Zecira said as she rubbed Jonna’s back. 

“With that finished, you can get off the mats, Kosovare and Magdalena. Magda, Jenna, Anna stay behind please. The rest of you to the ice baths, Caro can you and Olivia handle that lot?”

Pernilla was satisfied with Caro’s thumbs up as the door to the ice baths closed behind her.

When the majority of the team had disappeared into the ice baths, Anna flung herself into Jenna’s arms.

“Mamma Jenna please--”

Jenna sighed and sat down, gathering Anna in her lap and rocking her gently. “I know lillan, I know.” She rested Anna’s head on her shoulder, looking at Pernilla. “Tomorrow, I promise. But right now Miss Pernilla still has one important duty, and that’s calling Pernille.”

Anna scowled and stared at the floor. “But--”

“Easy now lillan or we might be discussing another kind of but.”

Anna subsided and snuggled into Jenna’s embrace, glad that at least the keeper would hold her even if she couldn’t be Mamma right now. And at least it was almost over.

A short distance away, Miss Pernilla was sitting next to a very reluctant Magda, calling up a certain Dane they both knew would be waiting for their call.

“Hello Pernilla.”

“Hello Pernille.” A wry smile at the video call. “I have someone here who’s dying to speak to you.”

“I can imagine.” Pernille smirked. “Is it Sam?”

The look Magda gave Pernille when the phone was turned toward her made Pernille laugh heartily.

“Oh, my darling, never change. I’ve missed you so, my Magdalena.” Then, her smile disappeared and she looked soberly at Magda.

“Do you know who you tackled tonight, when you probably shouldn't have been playing injured?”

Magda’s eyes widened and she froze, staring at her love, her Top, as though blindsided by the question. “Who I…” she began, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

“Who you tackled, unnecessarily I might add, was Sam! Our own daughter, Magdalena. And then, if that wasn’t bad enough, you just left her there on the pitch in pain, without checking on her.”

“I…no, it couldn’t have been Sam!” Magda sputtered, shaking her head in denial. “No, it was…it was…” Her eyes blurred with tears. “No…”

“It shouldn't have been anyone, Magda. But yes, it was Sam. How do you think the little ones feel seeing that? Jessie, Niamh, Guro, Aniek, to see you not even check on her. Ellie and Alanna, right there on the pitch! What kind of example did that set for the Swedish, and worldwide little girls that idolize you? Even Frido checked on Tana when she was injured and Frido’s her Tia, not even her Mum! But worst of all, is how Sam is feeling right now about all this, I imagine her head is spinning. She's my next call, I'll text you after we're through, and I expect you to go to her in person and apologize. Based on your squirming, I assume Pernilla used the mat. That's good, but the week after you get back we're going to start a week of bedtime spankings. Understood?”

Tears blurred Magda’s eyes and she nodded. “Ja, Pernille.” She wrapped herself in a hug, head bowed. “I can’t…I can’t…how….our Sam….”

“I know, my darling. I know. But we'll get through this, together, as a family. Just because I have to smack you, and I will smack you, doesn't mean I love you any less, Magdalena Lilly Eriksson. Because I do, I love you, you and all our girls.”