La Roja and Red Cheeks (part 2 - Olga, Ona, and the British Invasion)
The door opened to reveal one very irate Keira Walsh with Lucia Bronze trailing behind her.
Ona didn’t know what shocked her more: that her friends and club teammates were here or that RaRa was so mad.
She quickly walked across the locker room to embrace her friend as she was spouting a mix of English and Spanish curse words at the same time. Lucia took the opportunity to hug her girlfriend from behind, hoping being sandwiched between them would help her to calm down.
After a few moments and some deep breathing, Keira finally calmed down enough to address the room.
"I'm sorry for my outburst. Please forgive me. It's just that he-"
"Take your time, Keira. I think I speak for all of us when I say we all understand what you are feeling and aren't upset with you."
“We all feel the same about him, just don’t scare the little ones screaming please”
"He had the nerve to try and enter here and when I stopped him he had the nerve to say he wanted to "propose to her". Then when I told him to bugger off he had the nerve to make a comment about Lucy and I was this close to punching him when security showed up. I'm just thankful that we were on our way to check on Ona and everyone, and were able to stop him."
As Keira finished her explanation and looked down, not feeling like she could look any of the Spanish players in the eyes, both Ona and Alexia tried to jump up and head for the door, presumably to go after him but were stopped by Jenni pulling Alexia down on her lap and, surprisingly Lucy hugging Ona from the front as Keira then wrapped her arms around Ona from behind, respectively. There were also similar statements of "Calm down please, for me?"
However it was a little one that spoke out loud what everyone was thinking.....
"I won't! I won't calm down!" Salma chimed in. "The bad man wanted to hurt Mama Jenni again!"
"No! Bana no let," Aitana added, both of them clinging to Jenni protectively.
Opposite to Salma and Aitana’s outburst Athenea tried to make herself smaller in Misa’s lap, a scared expression on her face
“Please don’t let him in” was her only whisper.
"You don't have to worry about that, Tana. The security people took him away and Millie and Rachel are standing guard outside the door. As long as that's okay ma'am? I understand if you might not-"
"More than okay, Keira. Now, you are more than welcome to stay, I would prefer it actually cause you can help in a little while, but we need to get back on track and finish things. Olga, can you come here for a moment please? Irene can come with you, promise.”
Olga clung to Irene, but allowed her older teammate to lead her over to Marta. “Por favor…” she whispered. “No please, I can’t…mi papi…”
Irene continued stroking Olga’s hair in an attempt to soothe her. “I’m sorry Olga, pequeña. But we do need to get through this, even though you’re hurting inside. I know how much it hurts,” she said sympathetically, “but it’s not an excuse, little one. You didn’t know before the match, none of us did.”
“O-okay, I'll try my best ma'am.”
“That's all I ask. Irene will even sit beside me so you have someone to comfort you during it, okay?”
“O-okay…” Olga swallowed hard, and allowed herself to be guided over Marta’s lap, grabbing Irene’s hands tightly.
Olga squirmed as her shorts were tugged down, and the ruler - returned to Miss Marta by Keira - smacked down on her bottom for the first time. Eight more smacks followed, landing on her bottom (already pink from the ten smacks of her warmup earlier, which had been awful enough.)
These nine swats, though, were enough to break the dam and Olga sobbed. Irene let her hands go so she could stroke Olga’s hair and rub her back gently.
“That’s it pequeña, good girl, let it out,” Irene soothed. “Cry it out, we’ve got you.”
“S-sorry, sorry I was bad, sorry, sorry I disappointed you Papi-” Olga wept and Irene shook her head.
“She’s apologizing to him, not to us, Marta,” she said quietly. “It’s her Papi who she’s afraid she’s disappointed.” Irene wasn’t sure what to do with that, but she tried anyway.
“I have you, I know how bad it hurts inside it can be overwhelming, I know it well, cry freely there’s no shame, keeping it inside it’s just gonna make it hurt worse,” Irene couldn't help but offer comfort to Olga as she held the shaky form to her, scooping Olga up and hugging her close.
Miss Marta turned her attention to Ona, and Lucy and especially Keira behind her.
“I haven’t had a chance to give Ona her smacks yet. Given the opportunity, and the circumstances, I'm willing to let you take over and handle this, if you are willing Keira?”
Not getting an obvious, immediate rejection from Ona, or Lucy for that matter, Keira was quick to agree.
“Yes, please. Ma'am.”
The trio rose and made their way over to the bench where Miss Marta was seated. Keira took the ruler from Miss Marta when she took the place where the older footballer was seated as Lucy took the seat positioned beside her and Ona stood at Keira’s side, waiting for instructions.
“May I bare you, Ona? I understand if-”
“I- it's fine. Just don't want to be bared in general and I am slightly embarrassed cause it's both of you.”
“No need to be embarrassed, Ona. Come on, let's have this over with.” Keira said as she finally tugged down her fellow club teammates, and friend's shorts and briefs.
Moments later Ona was laid over Keira’s lap as Lucy secured her wrists with one hand and gently stroked her hair with her other hand as Ona rested her head, and part of her upper body, on Lucy’s lap.
As the ruler swatted down for the first time and once more, Keira noticed something.
“Now is not the time for that. even if you were intrigued about the experience of being smacked by me.”
In response, despite Ona's number only being two. Keira laid on two more smacks to both her thighs and sit spots. Ona's bottom was pink as her clothes were set to rights and the trio moved back to sit down and cuddle in front of Ona's cubby.
As Ona wept on Keira and Lucy’s shoulders, Alexia quietly accepted the ruler from Marta and headed in Salma’s direction.