Coming Home Again
A/N – FUTURE FIC A/U ~ QUINNTANA end game ~ I don't own Glee, any characters not on the show are my own invention, and I do own them.
RATED M: Discipline, Harsh at Times, Violence, Hints of Past Emotional Abuse
Repost of an older story that was on my SadPanda13 account. I am rewriting it in first person so I will post as many chapters as I can as I have edited them. Flashbacks are not in the first person voice.
Chapter 1 When The Past Come Backs To Haunt You!
SANTANA'S POV
When I first interviewed for my job, I talked to at least three people and I was cool and confident. I knew I was good at what I did, I had the education, the brains and this seemed like a great opportunity. I did really well; I was open, honest, confident and charming. I felt like the job was in the bag. Then SHE walked in the room. She introduced herself as Quinn Fabray, the Chief Financial Officer, and the woman who would be my immediate supervisor. She was like no CFO I had ever seen before. She was tall and slender in a tight black pencil skirt, I was to find out in time those were her favorites. She had blonde wavy shoulder length hair with these utterly piercing hazel eyes. She was unbelievably beautiful. When she looked at me, I felt all the cool I thought I possessed immediately leave me and I was sure she knew it too as she smirked just a little bit and raised an eyebrow when I stuttered out a greeting. I could have kicked myself, I was acting like I had never seen a beautiful woman before, I was acting like a damn teenage boy.
She looked a little harried as she sat down and put on these cute little pair of nerdy black reading glasses. She glanced at the resume and then at me over her glasses a few times without comment, just staring at me like she was trying to see into my soul. Her hazel eyes were so intense I found myself staring into them trying to figure out if they were more green, gold or brown. It was a strange interview and I actually blushed when she openly stared back at me, and I never blush. She asked a few questions about my education and my last job, got up as quickly as she came in, thanked me and left without even a backwards glance. I was utterly deflated and thought that I couldn't have screwed that up anymore if I had tried.
Imagine my surprise when an email arrived from one Quinn Fabray offering me the position of Accountant. It appeared she was a woman of action instead of a woman of words. I could live with that, or so I thought. About nine months into the job, I found out exactly what that beautiful woman of action was really capable of.
It had been a really bad couple of weeks and gone downhill from there. I was feeling busy and harassed at my Master level classes and had procrastinated a little too long on a group project and totally blew the A I was expecting in the class. I got mad at myself and basically stopped trying in that class. I was staying up late and surfing the net way past my normal bedtime because I was depressed. That in turn led to complete inability to get up on time for work and I found myself coming in later and later every day. I was eating junk and stopped exercising and was fighting and arguing with everyone around me including the other accountants at work. My house was a mess, my car was a mess and I just didn't seem to be able to manufacture enough energy to care at all. I spent half my time at work with the door closed screwing around on the internet as well. Work was piling up all around me. I was basically miserable and made damn sure that everyone around me was as well. I had even stopped watching my boss' ass when she sashayed down the hallway talking away on her ever present cellphone. That was a sight I never thought I could get tired of.
I didn't mean to miss the deadline, I really didn't. I guess I just forgot to put it in the calendar and that was the beginning of the end. The corporate headquarters in France called the office in England who called Quinn who showed up in my office at 5pm frowning heavily and questioning me about the missed deadline in a very serious tone of voice. I might have gotten a little snippy with her and pouted just a little about my heavy work load both here and at home. She looked at me over her glasses and said very sternly, "I need to fix this, don't you dare go anywhere until I call you." She looked seriously pissed and I was sure I was soon to be unemployed. I had been late almost every day for the last week, I had been snippy with everyone, I had let my projects totally pile up and now I missed this damn deadline. Yep, I was done for….
Exactly one hour later, Quinn called me and told me to come to her office. I walked slowly through the halls to the part of the building that all of us non-executives called Millionaire Row, shuffling like a prisoner walking to the gallows. I was kicking myself the whole time. This was such a great job, how could I have been so stupid and let things go so far. I knew better than to behave like this. I was feeling really awful for letting Quinn and the company down as well, I usually was so good at my job, but I just didn't know how to pull myself out of the slump I was in.
I stood in her doorway and knocked softly on her thick oak door, my eyes downcast staring at the carpet in front of me. She was seated on her loveseat talking on her cellphone and motioned for me to take a seat next to her. I looked around as she continued her conversation in French. I had been in her office many times and was always amazed at how homey and comfortable it was. It had the big desk and the chairs across from it, the requisite filing cabinets and other accoutrements of a business office but it also had a full bathroom with a shower and a receiving area with a loveseat, chair, end table and lamps. It had some really pretty artwork as well and some very exotic looking masks that Quinn had explained were gifts from her parents who evidently were quite well off. They looked expensive but I really didn't know much about art or evidently Quinn either for that matter.
After ending her call she stared at me intensely for just a moment as if she were trying to make up her mind about something. Then she started off speaking very quietly about how disappointed she had been lately in my performance and my demeanor, "I have invested a great deal of time in training you as well and I know you are capable of so much more than you have been showing me lately." I actually found myself trying to swallow down a lump in my throat and blink back tears. I really did feel terribly guilty about everything. I couldn't even look at her anymore. The room was silent for what seemed like a lifetime and I could feel her studying me as I studied her shoes. Finally she cleared her throat and said, "Look at me Santana" so I looked at her chest. She cleared her throat again, "in the eyes please!" Reluctantly I looked up into those piercing scary captivating hazel eyes and was startled to see just a little bit of compassion. She still looked seriously pissed but I had just a little bit of hope now.
Quinn leaned back into the cushions, took a deep breath and crossed her arms across her magnificent chest, "I have come to a decision about your future here at World Equity Financial and I am afraid you have a very difficult choice to make, one I cannot make for you." I swallowed a huge lump as she continued, "You can leave my office, pack up and you will be fired or you can allow me to discipline you." I am sure my eyes shot wide open and probably resembled an owl and my unfortunate and inconvenient stuttering habit kicked right back in, "Dis dis dis discipline me, what do.. do.. do you mean, discipline me?" Surely she couldn't mean what I thought she meant, right? Wrong!
"Well for complete and total brats, who are late, disrespectful, and cannot seem to meet a deadline that typically means a spanking," she finished firmly. I was stunned, "you want to spank me? I am a grown woman; I am too old to be spanked!" She scoffed lightly, "your actions would indicate otherwise, like I said, it is your choice." she shrugged nonchalantly, "now, because of you and your nonsense I have a headache and I had no time for lunch so I am going to go grab something to eat," she stood up gracefully, "when I return if you have decided you want to keep your job and your position in my department you will be standing shoes off with your nose in that corner and your hands behind your back, if not please be packed and ready to be escorted from the building." With that she turned abruptly and walked out of her office. I sat there paralyzed; I really didn't want to lose my job, but a spanking? Really? I mean fine, I probably deserved one but if I let her spank me how the hell was I ever going to be able to look her in the eyes again.
I had enough trouble as it was since she had become a guest star in all my late night fantasy sessions. Almost nightly, I would tease myself slowly into release just imagining her going down on me. Dreaming of seeing those incredible eyes boring into mine as her long flexible fingers plowed into me over and over leaving me gasping for air. This spanking would make it impossible to ever look her in the face again. On the other hand, I could never find another job as good in this economy, I mean how bad could a stupid spanking be, I could man up and take a spanking if it meant keeping my job. I was tough, I was badass, and I could certainly handle a spanking. I WAS Santana Lopez after all! After a few minutes of going back and forth I came to a decision. My mind made up, I took a deep breath, set my shoes next to the loveseat and trudged over to the corner.
I felt like a complete idiot standing there staring at nothing with my hands clasped behind my back. After what seemed like forever I heard her come back into the room, at least I prayed it was her; there was really no good explanation for what I was doing otherwise. Maybe I could say Quinn was afraid of spiders and I was checking for spider webs, pfftt, well that was just lame….no one would believe that. Just as I started to panic a little, she leaned close and spoke into my ear very softly, "you made the right choice." I got goose bumps as her words blew her soft sweet breath over my ear and neck. I heard the rustling of her slacks as she moved to go sit down on the loveseat.
I was starting to get antsy. The wait was making me crazy, I felt this electric feeling of anxiety racing up and down my body, my heart was pounding in my ears and I had crazy bats fluttering all throughout my abdominal cavity, fuck butterflies, these things were enormous. I was not so confident in my choice anymore. I tried to think of something, anything else but it just wasn't working, all I could imagine was me crying like a little girl over her knee. It was getting really hot in that corner. I was petrified.
Just as I was about to bolt from the room, Quinn spoke, "Santana, come stand in front of me please." I took a breath and tried to figure out how lead weights got attached to my feet. I stood in front of her and noticed a large wooden backed hairbrush sitting on the loveseat next to her. Where did that come from? I could barely breathe; I was in so much trouble. I knew I was fidgeting but just couldn't seem to stop; she had this way of making me feel like a petulant naughty child and I did not like it one bit.
"Pants off!" Quinn ordered abruptly. I was stunned, I didn't know she meant bare. Oh crap, oh crap why did I wear that stupid lacy white thong today of all days. I wasn't sure I could actually submit to her, I never really had for anyone before and now I knew why, it was humiliating. I slowly took my dress slacks off and carefully folded them on the chair next to me. Carefully trying to preserve what dignity I could manage. I could tell she was getting impatient and I really didn't want her any angrier than she already was, but I just couldn't seem to make myself go faster. I stole a quick glance at her face and saw her glaring at me with one eyebrow quirked up halfway to her hairline. Her eyes looked dark and stormy and I shivered in fear. Damn, I was in for it now! I felt my face heat up even more when she commanded me to lie over her lap. I tried, I really did but I couldn't. With a huff she grabbed my wrist and pulled me over her knees, "you are really pushing me little girl!"
I squirmed around a little trying to get more comfortable and not feel so vulnerable when she chuckled wryly and said, "well, we won't be needing these" as she peeled my thong down to the back of my knees. My horror and embarrassment was now complete. I was going to be paddled bare bottomed over Quinn Fabray's knee like a child. I didn't think I could feel any more humiliated until I heard her say, "why are you about to get your backside blistered little girl?" My face flushed and my ears started ringing and I stared at the carpet trying to remember how to speak English. A very sharp crack from her hand to my bare bottom brought my focus back to the moment as she repeated her sentence more sharply and with more volume, "why are you about to get your backside blistered little girl!"
I bucked up and squeaked out, "I've been rude, disrespectful and I am always late!" Two more very sharp cracks, "you will refer to me as Ma'am, is that clear?" I cried out sharply, "YES! Ow, Yes Ma'am!" I swore I could hear the smirk in her voice, "Indeed, let's get this over with shall we?" Quinn started laying out a steady stream of very sharp painful smacks all over my poor ass. "Shit, this woman has an iron-hand I am so screwed," I thought to myself. That was pretty much my last coherent thought for a while. I tried to stay still and not wiggle and I tried to keep my hands in front of me but it was starting to really sting and after one really hard smack, I tried to wriggle off her lap and put my hand back to cover my very warm, very exposed backside. She hadn't even started using the hairbrush yet! She swiftly grabbed my wrist and tightened her grip. I had no idea she was so strong I couldn't even move. I was surprised to find tears trickling down my cheeks; it took a lot to make Santana Lopez cry.
Suddenly she stopped spanking and for one crazy insane moment, I thought I was free. Then I felt her shift to her side and saw out of the corner of my eye as she picked up the hairbrush. I felt my stomach and ass muscles clench and I closed my eyes tightly in terror. She said very firmly yet not unkindly, "Relax, we'll be done soon enough." I felt the cool wood of that awful hairbrush lying against my ass and just for a moment it felt good. Then she said, "How many days were you late this week?" I muttered into the loveseat cushion, "five times, I think" I heard the CRACK before I felt it and an instant later the pain blossomed across my rear end in a fiery blaze. "Santa Madre de Dios" I practically screamed.
Quinn ignored my outburst and continued, "You think, or you know! And don't forget the Ma'am" I squeaked out in a thin watery voice, "Ow, ow, five days Ma'am, five I am sure of it!" She continued, "How many days were you playing on the internet when you should have been working?" I replied quickly this time, I am a very fast learner, "Five days, Ma'am, all five!" "And how many days were you rude to your co-workers little girl?" I groaned, "Five days, Ma'am, all five!" I could see this was going to be very bad, I was an accountant after all and I could add! Quinn practically growled out, "That makes 15 and I am going to add 5 more for missing the project deadline. That will be 20 altogether. You will not get up and you will not put your hands back here, do you understand me Santana?" "Yes, Quinn!" I replied meekly. CRACK! AW FUCK ME! "Yes, Ma'am I understand!" Ok so maybe I am not such a quick learner!
I felt her shift her weight as she released my wrist and gripped me tighter around my waist, she raised her right knee to get a better angle and she started swinging that damn hairbrush at my already sore ass. Immediately I was wriggling and kicking and crying with complete abandon. It hurt so bad! Only 4 smacks in and I started begging, "OW, please Quinn, please Ma'am, I am so so sorry, PLEASE!" "I won't be late ever again, I promise! OW please STOP!" "I'll be good, I SWEAR!" I kept begging until I just couldn't get words out anymore only squeals and desperate cries and little choked sobs. Gone was all coherent thought. I kicked wildly and I heard Quinn snarl, "Hold still!" and she applied two quick hard smacks to the backs of each previously unpunished thigh. My ass was on fire and I couldn't put that fire out no matter how hard I squirmed around. It was futile so I quit fighting. She kept spanking.
And then suddenly it was over, and I was lying limply over her lap crying harder than I had ever cried before. She started rubbing my back and softly comforting me, "that's my girl, that's my good girl, it's all over now, and you are forgiven." Suddenly I understood, I didn't hurt inside anymore, I felt all my depression and anger uncoil and just let go. I felt loved and cared for, even if I was not going to sit comfortably again for quite some time and I understood the gift Quinn had just given me. No one had ever cared about correcting my behavior before. I had always been alone it seemed. In that moment I knew, Quinn cared! Not just about the job, but me as well.
For a few minutes I laid there trying to get my ragged breathing and quiet hiccups under control as she continued to rub my back and speak gentle words of comfort. I felt loved, I felt forgiven. Then Quinn tenderly helped me up. I stood in front of her with my head down trying not to hop from foot to foot from the pain when I noticed the rather large wet spot on her work slacks. Oh dear God, how could I be aroused and be in that much pain at the same time. I was praying that the ground would just open up and swallow me before she noticed but no such luck. I heard a quiet chuckle and she said, "I think you might have mixed feelings about your punishment little girl." I was mortified and then she quickly cupped her hand against my sex and slid a single finger up my very wet slit. It felt so damn good! I couldn't stop from shivering. Another chuckle, "yes indeed, very mixed feelings I would say." I leaned against her involuntarily, my forehead against her shoulder and groaned out a guttural animal moan as she slowly slid my underwear back up over my sore and swollen ass. "You can finish getting dressed," she said very gently.
When I was finished I turned to her, feeling like I should say something but nothing seemed right. She put her finger under my chin and said softly, "look at me sweetie!" I blushed even harder and felt like I would spontaneously combust from the combined heat in my ass and my face. "Unfortunately for both of us, this was a punishment for very bad behavior and I do not mix business with pleasure!" Quinn said very succinctly, "Perhaps in the future if you learn to curb your bratty behavior, we can try this again - next time for pleasure!" She leaned forward very slowly and gently kissed my forehead, "now go home and don't you DARE be late tomorrow morning or you won't sit for a month, is that clear?" I managed to stutter out a coherent reply and scooted out of the office as she placed one more firm swat to my already aching ass.
On the ride home my feelings were all over the place. Clearly she cared about me as she took the time to correct my behavior and didn't fire me. Was it ok to want her to correct me was the problem. I was not a child anymore and was it ok to need help changing? I felt strange wanting her attention, wanting her guidance, NEEDING her discipline. Was I just some pathetic weakling with no self-discipline? I was torn in all directions. I only knew two things for sure; I didn't feel guilty anymore and sure as hell wasn't going to be late again for a very very long time.
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Well that's chapter 1, let me know what you think. Chapter 2 will be up later tonight, it will be in Quinn's POV. I'd love to get some feedback on the story.
