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Date Posted: 19:28:17 01/26/23 Thu
In reply to: Marek 's message, "Hazel (an older story)" on 05:22:28 04/24/17 Mon
>[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.]
>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
>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
>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.
>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.
>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
>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
>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
>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:
>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
>"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
>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
>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
>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
>"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..."
Nothing unusual! Even today it happens to adult girls in the villages.
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