AN: This will be a short story. It is pretty much written and has been for quite some time. I am curious as to what people think about it — I honestly have hesitated to post this one. This is AU. There will be swats/possible spanking in the future if I decide to add it as I post.

Callie Adams Foster was walking towards a local coffee shop seething. How could her mothers be so unfair? How could her mama, a woman usually gentle and soft-spoken, lose her damn mind just because Callie had hit another student for harassing her. Why was she the only one in trouble? He was not being punished for what he did — even though he had asked her if he had a chance at sleeping with her like she supposedly slept with everyone. Not at all.

Yes, she'd been told by her moms to ignore everyone after Justina Marks had told the media Callie slept around and lied to her mothers. All because Callie had called Justina out at the Fost and Found App launch. Callie had just wanted to help foster kids — foster kids like she had been until her moms had adopted her when she was four and her brother was one. Foster kids like Mariana and Jesus had been before they came into their family a few years later. People didn't listen to truths. They thrived and flourished on lies. And that was why Callie was in the predicament she was currently in ...

"No tolerance for bullying? What about what he said to me? How is that not bullying, Mama? How," Callie asked her mother. Her mom was standing behind her, decked out in her police uniform. Callie honestly wasn't sure whether her Mom was there as a police officer or as Mom. Lena sure as hell was in vice-principal mode, and not Mama.

"Callie, you are suspended. Go home."

"Really? I am suspended? Are you shitting me, Mama," Callie snapped. She felt the pure rage inside of her. This was not fair. Brandon had sold fake id's. Did he get suspended? Of course he didn't!

"And you are grounded, young lady," Lena snapped at her errant daughter.

Callie's eyebrows rose up and she put her hands on her hips.

"You can't be my vice-principal and my mother at the same time. You have to pick one, LENA," Callie had snapped. It was something Callie had been doing more and more since Justina Marks — calling her mothers by their names instead of Mom and Mama. It was not something the moms were happy about. Callie had called them Mom and Mama since the day she was adopted when she was five years old.

Behind her, Stef cleared her throat. She was trying to get Callie's attention — so that Callie would stop while she was ahead. It wasn't to be, however. It was times likes these that Stef knew Callie truly was her daughter. The longer she lived with them, the more she became like Stef. To her own detriment.

"Callie Adams Foster …" Lena started before Callie threw her bag on the floor and stared her mother down.

"You can't be my mama and my vice principal at the same time! It isn't fair! He had no right to say what he did to me! I'm sorry I'm not Brandon and you don't think I am perfect! But I would hit that asshole right now if he was standing in front of me, whether you were standing here or not," Callie hissed at her mother.

Stef stepped forward and grabbed Callie's upper arm to get her attention.

"Callie, you need to stop while you are ahead, now," Stef told her daughter softly.

"No! She can't be Mama and my vice-principal! It is not fair," Callie snapped at Stef.

"Then what would you prefer her be right now," Stef asked sternly.

"I am at school. What do you think I want her to be? My vice-principal," Callie yelled at her mom.

Stef nodded.

"Then as your mother, you are grounded for the next four weeks for acting like this at school," Stef started, then watched as Callie's anger was still getting the better of her, "and, you …"

"This isn't fair, Mom! You can't do this when he deserved to be punched in the face for what he said to me! This is fucking pointless," Callie hissed at her mothers and then tried to shake off Stef's grasp from her arm so she could leave the office. It was not to be so, however.

Stef, patience long gone, turned Callie slightly and took her hand and smacked her daughter's backside three times. She was not going to put up with this type of behavior from her daughter. If Callie wanted to pretend Lena was just her vice principal right now, then so be it. She, however, would not let her daughter act the way she was at school or in public and she had no plans to pretend to be "just" a cop. Callie knew better than to act this way at school. Or anywhere for that matter. Her behavior right now was beyond unacceptable.

Stef more than likely would have let it slide at home, though Callie would have been sent to her room or to the moms' room to calm down. But Stef knew her children knew better than to act like this when they were in public.

"Mom," Callie said, shocked. Her mom had just smacked her behind. She had swatted her three times. Callie knew she didn't deserve that! This was bullshit!

"Callie Adams Foster, enough. You have already gotten yourself into enough trouble today. Your mama has already said you are suspended for the rest of the week and you are grounded for four weeks. Go home," Stef said. She hated sending her child home by herself when she was in so much trouble and they had so much to discuss, but Stef had to stay at the school until lunch for work. Lena felt the same way, but she also had to stay until nearly lunch because she had a meeting she could not reschedule, which was due to start in half an hour.

"Fine," Callie said, and grabbed her bag, ready to storm out of the room.

"And while you are at it, make sure you work on your history project since you still have not done that, young lady," Lena said.

She was at the end of her rope with Callie at the moment. She'd never seen her daughter have as much attitude as she had since Justina Marks had spread these rumors about their daughter. She and Stef were trying to be understanding about her behavior, but it had been two weeks and things were getting worse with her, not better. Were they not bringing in the reins enough? Were they letting her get away with too much? Justina Marks was not going to get away with what she had done, but to Callie, she already had.

"FINE," Callie yelled at Lena. Stef, who was still standing beside her daughter, swatted her three more times.

"That — is — enough. Go home. Now."

Stef meant it. She was not messing around with her child any longer. Not when she was acting like she had lost her mind. It was one thing to misbehave at home — she'd still be in trouble, but not as she was now. Acting out at school was a no, and each of their children knew it.

"Fine," Callie said, turning around and storming out of her mother's office, slamming the door behind her as hard as she could, and leaving school.