Looking in the mirror at myself, I am proud of how I look. My pretty silver collar with an emerald pendant is around my neck where it has stayed for nearly six months now, I am wearing a sexy black leather skirt that barely covers my ass and a tight black corset with emerald green stripes running down it. The corset is so tight, my boobs are just about being forced out of the top. I also have fishnet tights and six-inch stilettos on. As I turn slightly, I can see my branding tattoo on my left waist. It's been there for exactly five months now and although I was nervous about getting it at first, I loved it now. It was a constant reminder of who I belonged to.
"Rachel, stop admiring yourself in the mirror, you dirty slut and let's get going!" Mistress Quinn's voice breaks me out of my reverie.
"I'm coming, mistress!" I call as I drop onto my hands and knees and crawl out the door to meet her. But I'm getting ahead of myself, let me go back and tell you how I first became the dirty little slut that I am…
"You filthy slut! You're trying to steal my boyfriend!" Quinn screeched at me as she stormed into the choir room just before glee on Thursday afternoon. I shrank back in my seat.
"No, I didn't do anything. I swear, I would never do that to you." I tried to defend myself but Quinn didn't seem to her me. Her hand was hard as it slapped across my face, leaving behind five angry red marks.
"If you're going to act like a slut, you should be treated like one." she hissed, her face only inches from mine. The rest of the glee club was sitting silently, watching. No-one wanted to get in the way of Quinn when she was angry.
"I didn't do anything.!" I began to sob and cradled my cheek in my hand. Quinn scoffed. Leaning forward , she whispered in my ear.
"Come straight to my house after glee. If you don't, I will tell everyone that you are a slut who'll open her legs for anyone who wants to try." she threatened. Then she stood up, straightened her clothes, fixed her high-pony and stalked over to her seat as if nothing had just happened. I watched her with my mouth hanging open.
After glee, I stood at my locker, trying to decide whether or not to take Quinn's threat seriously. I was deep in thought and so jumped when I felt a hand clamp down onto my shoulder. I spun around and found myself face-to-face with Santana. Her eyes glinted dangerously.
"Not thinking about defying Quinn's request, are we?" she asked, tipping her head to the side, a dangerous ring to her sickly sweet voice.
"No. I was just, er, grabbing some stuff before heading over." I stuttered, taken aback by the harsh glare she gave me.
"Good. Well, don't take too long, Quinn doesn't like to be kept waiting." she said cheerily and skipped off, linking pinkies with Brittany further down the hall. I swallowed and grabbed my history books, just so I'd have a believable excuse.
The big white house loomed up in front of me as I trudged up the drive way, being only fifteen, I wasn't allowed to drive yet and so I had to walk everywhere. When I got to the door, I raised my fist, about to knock when the door suddenly swung open, revealing Quinn standing there, still in her Cheerios uniform, hands on her hips.
"I was beginning to think you wanted me to tell everyone about you being a slut." she said, moving aside and gesturing for me to go in. I followed her to the living room where she sat on a hard wooden chair in the middle of the room.
"Quin, I-" she cut me off.
"Don't talk. You've been very bad, trying to steal toys that aren't yours." she told me, waving her finger at me. I gave her a questioning look, not sure where she was going with this.
"I think bad girls need to be punished. Get over my lap." her gaze met mine and I found it hard to disobey her steely look. I began to shake my head in protest.
"Remember, I can make your slutty secret be known by the whole school before first period tomorrow." she threatened. I suddenly found myself being grabbed and dragged over her lap. My skirt was yanked down and my underpants roughly removed. I squealed when the first hard blow of her hand made contact with my bare ass.
"You filthy slut, every time, I spank you, you will say 'Thank-you, Miss Fabray, may I have another?' Do you understand." Quinn told me, bringing her hand down again.
"Thank-you, Miss Fabray, may I have another?" I say robotically, to shocked to say anything else.
"Not good enough, that's another 10 spanks. I want you to ask me to spank you because you enjoy it, not because I'm making you." Quinn said,
"Ahh. Thank-you, Miss Fabray, may I have another?" I cried, this time with more emotion. Each time she hit me, I found myself liking it more and more.
"Better. Alright, 10 spanks for trying to steal my boyfriend, 10 for trying to deny it, 10 for making me wait for you, 10 for trying to resist punishment and 10 for not asking for more properly. 50 spanks all up. You will count them out loud and if you stuff up, we start again and add another ten." she said. I nodded my head. As much as I wanted to deny it, I was actually enjoying being spanked by the head cheerleader.
"One, thank-you, Miss Fabray, may I have another? Two, thank-you, Miss Fabray, may I have another? Three, thank-you, Miss Fabray, may I have another?" I began to count, hoping I didn't stuff up.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, you little slut?" Quinn asked when we got to twenty spanks. My ass was now beginning to go numb but I was getting really wet. There was no way Quinn didn't know how wet I was.
"Yes, twenty-two, thank-you, Miss Fabray, may I have another?" I breathed, wanting this to be over. Quinn just kept on spanking me, I was sure my ass would be too sore to sit on for the next week.
"Forty-nine, thank-you, Miss Fabray, may I have another? Fifty, thank-you, Miss Fabray, may I have another?" Quinn finally stopped and let me stand up. I watched her as I stood in front of her, not sure if I could put my clothes back on.
"Do you have your phone?" Quinn asked me. I nodded.
"Yes, why?" Quinn scowled and I realized she till wanted me to call her 'Miss Fabray'.
"Yes, Miss Fabray, I have my phone." I quickly said, earning myself a smile.
"Good. Call your fathers. Tell them you're staying at my house for the weekend and you'll be back on Sunday afternoon." I stared at her. This girl had just spanked me more that fifty times for supposedly stealing her boyfriend and now she wanted me to stay.
"Please, Miss Fabray, I have to go home. I can't stay here." I said, begging with my eyes.
"No. You are a filthy slut that needs to be treated like one, so you are staying here for the weekend. Call your fathers." she said. Something in her voice made me pick up my phone and dial daddy's number.
"Hello? Are you okay, princess?" I heard daddy's voice vibrate down the phone.
"Yes, I'm okay daddy. I just wanted to let you know that I'm staying at my friend's house for the weekend. I'll be back in time for dinner on Sunday." I said in a rush.
"Okay. Thanks for letting me know princess. Do you want any clothes?" he asked. I was shocked that he let me stay so easily. Then I remembered that it was his and papa's anniversary this weekend anyway so my staying away was a good thing for them.
"No thank-you daddy. Have fun this weekend. I'll see you on Sunday."
"Okay, text us when you are on your way home."
"Okay, bye daddy." I said, probably too cheerily and hung up. Quinn held her hand out and I meekly put the phone in her outstretched palm. She immediately began typing something and when she handed it back I saw that she'd put her number in and put it on speed dial.
"Alright. I have some rules for this weekend, slut." I hated hearing her call me that but my reputation relied on me doing whatever she told me to.
"Yes, Miss Fabray. Anything you wish." I said. She smiled.
