Don't Panic (After the Final, England Locker Room)
“Bright, Bronze, Daly, Earps, Greenwood, Hemp, James, Kelly, Russo, Stanway, Toone, and Walsh. Front and center.” Miss Brooke said as the players were standing in front of their cubbies.
“Hemp, Earps, Bright you three have the misfortune of waiting to feel our strap. The rest of you lot will have a wonderful introduction to this little ruler kindly loaned to us from the Spanish. And I have a special punishment for you, Mary Alexandra Earps. But first, let's get the warm-ups dealt with. Earps, you first.”
Ella stepped closer to the keeper, wrapping supportive arms around her and giving her a squeeze. “Hey Mearps, it’s gonna be alright, okay?” she whispered, looking at her Manchester and England teammate earnestly. “You’re okay,” she repeated, despite the fact that Miss Brooke had literally just said Mearps was in what sounded like just about the worst fucking trouble ever. “Don’t panic,” she added, and the unexpected, small smile this brought to the keeper’s face made Ella crack a grin in return. “Stay there.” She dashed back to Mary’s kit and brought the keeper her towel.
“Never go anywhere without your towel. Right?”
“Yeah,” Mearps agreed, hugging the midfielder.
“Feel braver?”
“Bit,” Mearps conceded, and Ella nodded.
“Okay. You know Miss Brooke’s not a monster. Just a Top.”
“The most dedicated professional Top in all of Manchester,” the keeper exhaled and nodded, Ella, Katie and Alessia closing in tight as her United teammates walked with her to meet her doom. “Thanks El, Katie, Lessi.”
Miss Brooke pulled the keeper over her lap, baring her once she was over.
“Brace yourself, naughty girl, one really hard one.”
As soon as Miss Brooke felt her relax some, her hand came down with a strength that was slightly above that of a keeper.
“Oww, ma'am.”
“Shh, you're fine. Up and back to your cubby with you. Bronze and Walsh, here please.”
Lucy and Keira glanced at Mary to be sure she was alright. It seemed her club teammates had escorted her back to her cubby for now, so she was in good hands, and Lucy stayed close to Keira as they made their way to Miss Brooke.
“You two are lucky that your numbers are both next. Which of you wants to go first? Walsh showing your brat she shouldn't be afraid? Or do you want to go first to impress your Top?”
“Since you’re giving us the option, I’ll go first ma’am,” Keira said quietly. “Tops don’t lead from the rear, after all.”
Miss Brooke softened her tone a bit. “Lucy, why don't you come sit here and you can comfort Keira , then you'll switch?”
The defender did as asked, then was there to catch and help Keira into position, grabbing her hands with one hand as her other hand carded through her she hoped still girlfriend’s hair.
Miss Brooke’s hand came down four times in quick succession and to her credit Keira didn't have any reaction before getting up and switching places with her love.
Lucy wriggled as she was settled in position over Miss Brooke’s lap, hating the position and not wanting to make it easy for Miss Brooke, but Keira leaned in close, stroking Lucy’s hair, and whispered,
“Hush and be still now, amor. You know better than that Lucia, I’m sure you wouldn’t like for the other captains to hear about it. Especially from our teammates in the other locker room.”
Lucy swallowed and went still, with Keira’s hand in her hair and the other on her back. Keira nodded to Miss Brooke, indicating she had Lucy under control.
Before Lucy could even react, Miss Brooke’s hand had already came down twice before any pain could register, not that Lucy felt much pain from those two smacks in the first place.
After Lucy was let up and her clothes were set to rights, the couple went back to their cubbies, cuddling close.
Miss Brooke continued in order, not having much if any trouble with Greenwood, Bright, James, Stanway, Daly, Toone, Hemp, Carter, and finally finishing the warm-ups with Russo.
“Now that that's done. We might as well move on to the ruler. Bronze, Walsh I'll have you two first.”
Just like before Keira took up the position over Miss Brooke’s lap first, except this time she actually had a reaction, jerking just a little at the fourteenth swat. She was quick to stand up and after setting her clothes back to rights, sat down next to Miss Brooke and calmed Lucy down as she was placed over Miss Brooke’s lap.
“Shh, amor. Probably only twelve and then everything will be over. I know you can take twelve like the big girl that you are.”
After tightening her grip on Lucy’s hands Keira nodded to Miss Brooke who sharply brought the ruler down four times before Lucy even felt any pain.
“Owww, ma'am.”
“Shh, you're a third of the way through, love.” Keira brushed her hands through Lucy’s hair.
Lucy managed to stay still and quiet until the final two smacks which had her wriggling over Miss Brooke’s lap. Miss Brooke chose to let this go as she had other bottoms to fry.
As Lucy and Keira made their way back to their cubbies, cuddling close, finally finished, they saw Miss Brooke continue to deal with other naughty bottoms that were due for the ruler and not getting much resistance besides a few whines from Lauren James, silenced by the promise of the strap if she didn’t “stop right now, little girl.” Eventually, Millie Bright, Lauren Hemp, and Mary Earps were the only Lionesses left standing that needed discipline.
After Lucy Bronze was sent for, and returned with, the English strap, it was time to deal with the last three of the naughty Lionesses.
Alex Greenwood put a hand on Lauren’s shoulder, squeezing gently, as Lauren moved closer to her cubby. “It’s alright,” she soothed, seeing that Millie was busy comforting a panicking Mary. “It’s alright Hempo, breathe for me.”
Her younger teammate obeyed, leaning into Alex’s touch and soon the panicking forward had quietened.
Now there was just the keeper - holding white-knuckled to the towel Ella had hunted up for her - to soothe.
“Bright, Earps here please.” Miss Brooke kept her voice as clear and soft as she could, not wanting to scare the keeper.
The first thing she did was stand up and envelop Earps in a tight hug while Millie took advantage of the time and hugged her friend from behind, sandwiching her in their comforting embrace.
“Okay, I want you both to feel it.” Miss Brooke handed the strap over to Millie, who felt it before passing it over to Mary, who upon feeling it seemed to relax a good bit.
“See, you'll be fine. Now let's have you sit next to me, Bright, you'll go first. Over my lap.”
Mary caught her friend, grabbing her hands as she was settled over Miss Brooke’s lap and her bottom was bared.
“I'm starting.” Was the only warning. Millie tried to remain as stoic as possible, but by the sixth and final swat she had tears streaming down her cheeks from the overall pain.
After the two footballers switched places, Miss Brooke bared Mary and rubbed her back comfortingly for a few minutes.
After getting a nod from Millie, Miss Brooke brought the strap down only once, but at full strength.
“Owwww, ma'am.”
“Shhh, you're alright. Up with you and just step to the side please. Alex, Hemp here please.”
The four footballers did as asked with Alex taking the initiative and sitting next to where Miss Brooke was. Meanwhile, said disciplinarian had once again stood up to comfort the younger footballer before once again taking her seat and pulling her down across her lap.
After ten strokes of the strap smacking down, there were tears brimming in her eyes and on the eleventh and final smack they began to fall.
“No more yellow cards, Lauren.”
“Yes ma’am.”
As Alex led Hempo back to her cubby, comforting her as best as she could, Miss Brooke put the strap away and moved to lead Mary Earps to the sink in the room, Millie following for support.
“Now, we wouldn’t be here if you didn't use some naughty words during the match, Mary Alexandra. You have to remember that there are all kinds of young girls who are watching you, you don't want to make a bad impression on them do you? I think not. So, open up, let's get this over with, hmm?”
Mary obediently, though hesitantly, opened her mouth, grimacing as she tasted this new soap for the first time. This was only made worse by Miss Brooke’s next order.
“Bite down.”
Normally, this meant to keep the bar in place, but this bar seemed to shatter into a million pieces and the feeling was ten times worse.
After five minutes, Mary was allowed to spit out the remaining pieces of soap and rinse before she went back to her cubby.
Her punishment - and the punishment of all the Lionesses - was finally completed.
They all finally relaxed. Meanwhile in the Spanish locker room……..