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Date Posted: 19:46:37 02/27/23 Mon In reply to: Marek 's message, "Hazel (an older story)" on 05:22:28 04/24/17 Mon Original and well told! >[Author's note: I originally wrote this story in >Czech; this is a translation. I chose to forgo >localization this time, therefore all names and places >are as in original. The Easter passage might be >confusing for my English-speaking readers, but trust >me -- it might be slightly exaggerated, but it is >absolutely a real tradition. >Also, bear in mind that legal drinking age in Czech >Republic is 18. Age of consent is 15, BTW, but that's >not actually important in the story.] > >Hazel > >I fell in love with him at first sight because he >saved my life. > >It happened when the men with the shovels came. They >knew no mercy. Everyone in our thicket fell to them. >My neighbours, the Blackberries, the wild Raspberry >who entertained us all with its stories, even the old >Oak who was standing in his spot for who knows how >many centuries. >When they came to me, with pickaxes and shovels, I >trembled like a poplar. But I was helpless. >Then a voice rang. "Keep the hazel," it said. "I like >it." >That's how we met. > >His name was Pavel and he built a house here. The >house was right next to me, so I could see in the >windows of his room. It wasn't a big house, just a >one-story building where he went to live with his two >daughters. During the first months there was a sad >look in his face, and his daughters' faces as well. I >understood that Pavel's wife died recently. After >that, Pavel left well-paid job in Prague and moved >here. He had enough money and he could endulge in his >hobbies. Apparently, that's what his wife wished. >Sometimes he was carving wooden figurines, sometimes >he was tending the garden around his house. His eyes >were sad and I was trying to make as many nuts as >possible to cheer him up a bit. >But while Pavel was content with his new life, I >couldn't say the same about his daughter. Both girls, >fifteen and eighteen years old, were used to greater >comfort and they didn't like the country life. No >doubt the countryside's distrust to strangers played a >part here as well. >The older daughter, Marie, has just graduated high >school. She wanted to go bach to Prague and attend >college, but after her mother died, she decided to >postpone the college a bit. For the first few months >she often wandered through the garden and held her >father close, but after that, she started to get >bored. She started to attend the village dances -- her >Prague fashion and behavior showed in full. Even >though her father was still "the stranger", Marie >found a good place among her peers. >The younger daughter was called Petra, but they called >her Woodlouse -- apparently because she tended to roll >up in a ball when she was little. However, she hated >that nickname, because a simple dropping of "wood" >resulted in a much worse nickname. She tolerated it >from Pavel, though with forced smile, but when her >sister called her that, she usually jumped on her and >started to hit her with her fists, while Marie laughed. >Petra was attending high school, but here in country, >that was significantly harder then at home. She had to >get up early in the morning and she only came back in >the evening. Of course, that reflected in her mood; >she grew more grumpy by day. > >The situation came to a head on one spring day. Pavel >usually went to bed early, but that day, his light was >on long after midnight. I understood that Marie didn't >come back from a dance she went to and he couldn't get >hold of her. >Then a police car stopped in front of the house and >Marie got out. She was pretty drunk, and as it turned >out, she and a few boys were throwing rocks in a local >shop's window. The police also suspected that drugs >were involved, probably because of the Prague girl, >but that was never confirmed. The police captain was >local and that showed in his condescending behaviour >towards "the Prague guy". "You should hold the girl's >reins tighter," he claimed. "She's growing like wild >thicket and we don't want further problems here." >I knew what happens to wild thickets. Men with shovels >and pickaxes come. I didn't want them to come for >Marie. Pavel would be sad and I loved him and only >wished good to him. > >In the morning, after Petra left for school, Pavel >came out of the house with a knife. Marie, downcast, >followed. Pavel stopped right next to me. That was the >very first time since that first day when he payed >attention to me, his loyal fan. >"What you did," he said to Marie, "was stupid and >childish, and what's worse, it could have dire >consequences for the whole family. And I should know >it would end like this. I made excuses for you for a >long time, I thought that everyone has his own way to >cope with grief, but this can go no further." >Marie just gave a silent nod. She too was appalled by >what she did after she sobered up. >Pavel stepped towards me and cut one of my young >switches with the knife. It hurt a bit, but I for him, >I gladly withstood it. >Pavel was an experienced woodcarver. He quickly >stripped the switch of bark and gave it a trial swish. >It whooshed. >Tears started to well in Marie's eyes. >"You are too big to go over my knee," said Pavel, "but >I have to punish you and I have to punish you harshly. >Let's go." >They went to the house, but fortunately they entered >Pavel's room. I tensed in attention. >Marie cried and whimpered, but to no avail. At Pavel's >command, she had to put hands on his desk. Pavel undid >her pants and pulled them down. Then he pulled her >panties down as well; he was scolding her all the time. >Finally, my switch's time came. Paul hit Marie on her >bared buttocks. If she was crying before, now she was >literally howling. The thin switch, led by strict >fatherly hand, left ugly marks, but Pavel didn't >slacken. The switch was still a part of me, so I was >feeling every stroke as well, as if someone was >hitting me with a big, soft pillow. It didn't hurt, >but even if it did, I made up my mind to withstand it, >to show Pavel that he can rely on me. >When Pavel finished, Marie's bottom was all striped >and she was whimpering enough to get a tear from a >stone. For several days she had visible problems >sitting down, and so she was trying to avoid Petra who >didn't know about her spanking. > >Marie's spanking proved to be a good idea. From that >time on, she started to bring friends to her home. The >village girls, who were occasionally subjected to >similar treatment, noticed the clear signs of a sore >bottom and that helped them to no longer see Marie as >"the Prague girl" who came to take their boyfriends >from them and more like "one of them". I was wondering >if Marie didn't do the whole thing on purpose. But >surely not -- she couldn't have known that Pavel will >use my switch, could she? > >Though Petra didn't know about Marie's encounter with >the switch, she didn't have to wait long for her own >encounter. It happened in June, when she brought the >report card. >Pavel knew that her grades will drop because of the >long commute and he probably wouldn't mind. But >Petra's grades were absolutely horrible. Since any >school question throughout the year were met with just >the half-uttered word "Fine", Pavel decided that he >will consider it a willful lying, one of the worst >things his daughter could do. Petra haven't been >spanked since her mother died, but now Pavel walked >towards me to cut a switch. >Since Marie's switching I felt that Pavel will need >more of my service. For this reason, I started to grow >several especially flexible switches. These were what >I offered Pavel and he chose and cut one of them. >Marie wasn't home that day, she went to Prague to have >a look at the college she'd chosen. Pavel took Petra >to his room, but she started to buckle once she saw >the switch. She wouldn't brace herself against the >table like her older sister. Pavel, however, bent her >over that table, he pressed her to it and after >removing her skirt and panties out of the way, he >started to work on her bottom. >Strangely enough, Petra didn't cry as much as Marie >did, but there was still enough tears while my switch >lined her bottom like an exercise book. >The spanking wasn't as hard as what Marie got, but >still quite hard and by the end, Petra was promising >all sorts of thing, even studying. > >When Marie came back that day and saw Petra eating her >dinner standing, everything was clear to her. That day >she took her sister aside and told her the story about >her own encounter with the switch. > >The summer vacation came and both girls were at home. >Now they had time to spend together and Marie started >to take Petra with her when she was going somewhere. >That happened quite often. I knew that Pavel disliked >that since Petra wasn't as reasonable as Marie and he >had some doubts even about Marie. It was just a >question of time before some trouble happens. >That time came in August. Petra and Marie went to take >a swim in a flooded quarry near the village. Not by >themselves, of course, but in a group. In a group that >included both boys and girls, which was the problem. >You see, despite the fact that both girls had really >nice swimsuits, they didn't bring them along to this >specific swim. Not them and not anybody else, as it >turned out. >And the very same day the quarry was visited by the >mayor who was showing a rich enterpreneur the beauty >of our village to get some funding out of him. >I suspect that the scene in front of their eyes did, >if anything, increase the chance for his funding, but >both the mayor and the enterpreneur were accompanied >by their wives, and unlike their husbands, they didn't >at all like what they saw. And even the mayor started >to frown when he glimpsed his teenage daughter among >all those Adams and Eves. >Once mayor's Jaruška got out of water, the mayor sat >down on a flat boulder, the daughter was immediately >turned over the fatherly lap and the sound of hard >spanks started to mix with her desperate cries. In the >old quarry, it had a beautiful echo. Meanwhile, the >mayor's wife ran to the store and started to call the >parents to come for their naughty sons and daughters. >Before Pavel sat into his car that day, he stopped by >me and cut two sizeable switches. > >I liked riding in the car with Pavel. I spent all my >life on one spot and the movement made me extatic. I >concentrated with all my might on the cut switches so >they wouldn't disappoint Pavel when he'll need them. >He was one of the first ones to reach the scene of >crime. All perpetrators were already dressed, but in >Petra's case, it wasn't for long. Pavel was pondering >for a while, but in the end he ordered her over the >flat boulder where Jaruška was spanked. Skirt and >panties went out of the way while mayor and her peers, >as well as some pear trees, watched. The boulder was a >big one and Pavel used it as a bench where the naughty >daughter could lie while my switch was tearing into >her bottom. >She got twenty-five strokes on her bare bottom in one >bunch, with just a little pause where Pavel turned to >Marie and told her to drop her pants since she's next. >And she was -- once the crying Petra got up, it was >Marie's turn over the boulder. She got whole thirty >strokes on the bare, and in addition Pavel used the >second switch which was a bit longer and thicker. And >her spanking was more public because several other >angry moms and dads have turned up by this point. Once >both daughters were properly switched, Pavel took them >to the car. He wanted to take the switches as well, >but the mayor stopped him. >"You see, Mr. Malý, I'd like you to leave the switches >here if you wouldn't mind. I think there will be some >more use for them." >Pavel drove away and I couldn't watch him since my >switches stayed at the quarry. But they saw plenty of >action there! Though some of the parents immediately >walked or drove their children home, there was enough >of those who made immediate use of the boulder and a >switch. Cries and sobs of thrashed teenagers was >echoing in the quarry. Starosta was holding his >Jaruška's hand the whole time and when sixteen-years >old Lída, the grocer's daughter, got up, crying her >eyes out, the mayor told his daughter: >"Your turn." >Jaruška was crying and protesting that she was already >spanked and that it's not fair, but the mayor wouldn't >waver. His family, he said, must be the example to >others! And so Jaruška's bottom saw the light of day >once again and the switches were in the limelight >again -- both of them, since though the mayor started >using the longer one, it broke soon afterwards. In the >end he broke even the second one, switching his >desperately squealing daughter. > >The vacation was over in a flash and the time came >again for my nuts to ripen. Mary was in college and >she was only coming home on weekends; even Petra was >spending most of her day in the school. Pavel was >usually home alone. Mostly, he carved, but he was also >visiting the neighbours -- and they were visiting him. >One of the neighbours, the owner of the local pub, >showed some interest in me. >"This is that famous hazel from the summer swim, isn't >it?" >Pavel nodded. >"Very nice bush," said the neighbour. "I noticed that >the boys and girls who bring beer to their parents are >much more polite since that swim. And they definitely >don't take as many sips as before. Everyone heard what >happened at the quarry. >Pavel was quiet. I knew that he was a bit saddened by >the pain my switches has caused. Petra's and Marie's >bottoms were sore for a few days, but some children >ended up worse since their parents had no experience >with the switch and they gave them much worse >spankings than necessary. >The neighbour sighed. "Sometimes I wish my Bára was >there. Striped bottom wouldn't do her any harm. She's >been pretty sassy lately, you know." >Pavel smiled. "If you'd like to take a switch, take >one," he offered as a good neighbour. >"You know, I probably should," nodded the neighbour. >"And once Bára gets fresh with me..." >I offered Pavel a really good switch that wouldn't be >broken easily. I certainly wouldn't want to harm his >reputation! In a short time, the switch was travelling >in the neighbour's hand. >The neighbour entered the family room behind the pub >and sat down. His daughter looked up from the dishes. >"Hi, Dad!" she said cheerfully. >"Hi, Barunka," said the neighbour with a smile. >I was looking at the smiling girl. She didn't seem >that sassy to me, but human girls were good feigners. >I was really looking forward to her squeals when the >switch touches her bottom for the first time. >"What are you doing, sitting around here again?" said >the neighbour's wife, a portly middle-aged woman who >came through the door. >"You're dilly-dallying again," she scolded him. "Do >you think that there's not enough work here?" >The neighbour looked at her. "You're right, Bára," he >said. "There is certainly enough work here." > >Barunka wasn't done with the dishes, but the neighbour >sent her to store -- to a store in neghbouring >village, for good measure. She thought it strange, but >she obeyed. After that, it went down fast. The >neighbour took his wife to the bedroom, and then it >started. He scolded her for all the trouble she had >caused him lately and before she had time to blink, he >started to switch her sizeable posterior with my >switch. His wife went through a remarkable change >throughout the process. First she swore, but soon she >started to laugh and run away from him. She even >raised her skirts by herself, but it was he who took >down her panties. She wasn't switched that much; soon, >my switch was lying on the floor while the bed above >it started to creak, as happens with the humans. > >Next time the neighbour visited Pavel, he had nothing >but the words of praise for his switch. > >The winter passed and spring came. Marie was now >nineteen years old, Petra sixteen. Since the summer, >Marie wasn't spanked at all, and Petra only once, but >that was in winter when my switches were no good, so >Pavel only spanked her with his hand then. I was >missing the spankings, but I was also glad that the >girls don't need them anymore. That's why it puzzled >me when someone suddenly wanted to cut my switches. > >It wasn't Pavel. It was some boy, I might have seen >him in the quarry, but then again, I might not. He had >a flashlight and a knife and he took five long >switches from me before going over the fence and >disappearing. >What could he want them for? >He hid the switches in his home and next day, he took >one of them and started to work. Of course -- it was >Easter! He used my switch as a core, and started to >weave softer and more flexible willow switches around >it, creating a tool that looked like a traditional >"pomlázka" but that was no doubt considerably mightier >thanks to my power. He distributed rest of the >switches to his friends. >On Easter Monday the whole band got together at six >AM, in the twilight. And the merriment started. > >I don't remember much from that day, my switches were >enveloped from all sides so I couldn't see much, but I >heard the boys' whooping and the girls' laughing >changing into surprised, pained yelps when the >pomlázka first hit their bottoms. The boys didn't go >overboard, though -- they knew how strong their >pomlázkas are. But each hit was strongly felt, even >when the pomlázka only scraped the skirt. >At about half past eight, I felt something familiar. I >looked through a gap between willow switches -- the >boys have reached Pavel's home! >They rang the doorbell and Pavel looked out. Marie and >Petra were sitting in the kitchen. >"Easter carol!" shouted the leader of the band, the >boy who cut my switches. "Were your daughters good?" >Pavel turned to the girls. >"Well," he said, slowly. "They COULD have been >better-behaving. Come in!" >"Dad, you traitor!" squealed Petra. She and Marie >sprinted out. They hit the boys in the door and >knocked down two of them. >What followed was a furious chase around the garden. I >could watch this from my own spot, so I saw very well >how the leader of the band caught up with Marie and >fell into the grass with her. Her furious resistance >gave way to laughter. "You rascal," she said. >"Rascal? I'm doing my Easter duty, ain't I?" >"Right, with stolen switches. I saw you! I happen to >be very well acquainted with that flashlight of yours!" >"But you won't tell anyone, or I'll torture you!" >"I'd like to see that..." >And she did, since the leader got up, held her tight >and started to work on her bottom with his pomlázka. >Marie was squealing and kicking, she was shouting >"No!", "Stop that!", and "Where are you touching me, >you rascal?", but it was all through laughter. >Meanwhile, the rest of the boys were chasing Petra >around the garden and giving her stinging swats with >the ends of their pomlázkas. >Marie and the band leader were lying in the grass, he >on his back, Marie on her stomach, rubbing her bottom. >"If you want," said the leader, "in the evening I'll >go over the fence again and come to you." >"And you'll take that pomlázka with you, I bet, right?" >"Of course! I want you to always be as beautiful as >you are now!" > >For the rest of the morning the leader's pomlázka just >didn't have that enthusiasm as before and most of the >work was done by the other boys. In the evening, when >the dusk fell, my switch came once again back to me. >The band leader and Marie met in the corner of the >garden. I heard hand slaps and pomlázka swats, I heard >sniffling, laugh, and other human things I had heard >before in the neighbour's bedroom. Pavel was sitting >in his room, smiling. He knew everything but he was >pretending he didn't... > >The leader of the band, Pepík, started to appear more >and more often in Pavel's home. He was attending the >same college as Marie and they were spending lots of >time together on weekends -- studying, they claimed, >though noone believe that. Marie even started to >sometimes spend time at Pepík's home. Petra was still >at the high school and her grades were much better >this year. > >Another year passed and Petra graduated the high >school. She went to a college in Prague, different one >from Marie's. She now had a boyfriend as well, though >Pavel didn't like him as much as he did Pepík and he >wasn't too delighted when he visited his house. >Pavel was more and more alone. He was working on his >carvings and his garden. I was still growing good >switches, but Pavel didn't need them anymore. His >daughters were more and more mature. >Then the day came when Marie moved away for good. She >and Pepík found a flat in Prague. Petra and her >boyfriend started to fight and in the end they broke >up. But it didn't take long before Kája, a really nice >local boy who loved both plants and animals, started >to court her. He was a strong guy who was doing any >necessary work around the village, and when they >started dating, I sometimes heard him jokingly >threating that he'll cut a switch to use on her. But >he never actually did it. > >Marie and Pepík got married, somewhere in Prague. But >I wasn't there. The years passed. In the end, Petra >and Kája got married as well. I WAS there, because >Kája cut one of my switches and put it into the >wedding bouquet. When the wedding was over and he was >alone with Petra in her room, I was hoping he will >take it out of the bouquet and use it on her bottom, >but it was not to be. Petra was all grown up and it >seemed that she, unlike Marie, is not at all thrilled >with the idea of the switch's sting. >And so my switch heard only more of the human sounds. > >*** > >Twenty years has passed since the day when Pavel came >and saved me from the men with the shovels. He was >tending me the whole time, trimmed me so I'd have a >nice shape, and I was repaying him with the nuts. >Pavel was still living in his room, but the rest of >the house was for others, for Petra's and Kája's >children -- Jiřinka, Pavlík, Terezka... They were a >new generation. Even our village had more technology >now, there were computers, cellphones, the Internet >everywhere... but plants like me have endured. > >One day Kája came to visit me. "You know, hazel," he >told me, "I don't know what to do about Jiřina. She's >fifteen now and she was her own mind, she got that >from her mom. She's bad at school, that she got from >me. I'm worried about her, she's snaapping back at me, >she's going out with some bad group..." >I rustled and bent one of my switches towards him. >"You think so as well?" he laughed. "I remember being >spanked with your switch once, after a swim. That was >when I first fell in love with Petra..." >He took out a knife. "I tried to raise my children >kindly," he said, "but desperate time calls for >desperate measures." >Jiřinka had an unpleasant surprise waiting for her >that evening. Petra and Kája scolded her well and told >her that things are going to get much stricter from >now on. And then they bent her over the kitchen table >and Kája started to work my switch on her bottom while >Petra was holding her hands. >The circle was complete. > >The day after Jiřinka's spanking, her grandfather >Pavel took her aside and brought her to me. "Your mom >needed an occasional switching as well," he told her. >"The important thing is that she always learned from >that. Jiřinka, please, learn as well. Your crying was >breaking my heart." >Jiřinka started to cry anew. She hugged her >grandfather and for a long time they were standing >there, holding each other. > >*** > >It happened in the autumn. Petra and Kája were >working, children were in school. >Pavel came out in the garden and started to gather >nuts from my branches and from the ground. I always >had a lot of them just for him and I tried to defend >them from birds and squirrels. Even his daughters and >grandchildren never found as many nuts as Pavel. >I saw that he was pale. He didn't look good. Suddenly, >he cried out, staggered and caught hold of one of my >stronger branches. It broke. >Pavel fell on the ground and lied still. A nut rolled >from his lifelless hand. >When his family came home, it was already too late. >Jiřinka took crying Petra home. Kája bent over and >tooked Pavel's nut from the ground. > >At Pavel's funeral, like at Petra's wedding, I had a >switch in the bouquet. Kája put it there. It was >shedding sap the whole time. I never realized how >short is the human life. We live as long as there is a >little piece of life in us. Old branches and roots >die, but new ones are growing all the time. >Pavel was gone and I could never see him again. > >Kája stopped by me after the funeral. >"I know you were fond of him," he said. "I can see >many things others don't." >He took a nut from his pocket. He made a socket by the >path, close to me, and put the nut inside. >"It might take a while," he told me. "But I believe he >won't forget about you." > >*** > >In the spring, a young hazel switch appeared by the >path. >"What's happening?" it asked, alarmed, when the sun >first touched its leaves. "Where am I?" >"Welcome, Pavel," I told him. "I'm Hazel, and from now >on we're always going to be together..." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |