Eh. I've never written a story like this, and I'm not sure if it's any good or if I'll continue it or leave it a oneshot. Let me know what you guys think please, good or bad.

"I saw you talking with Finn today," Quinn says as she steps out of the bathroom, attempting to make her voice sound carefree and merely curious. Rachel turns away from the mirror of their dresser to watch the blonde, not missing the undercurrent of possessiveness in her tone. Her eyes track Quinn as the taller girl begins to circle her almost predatorily. One look at Quinn's face immediately makes goosebumps rise on Rachel's skin, despite the fact that Quinn is wearing a t shirt and sweats and just got out of the shower. Rachel knows the game is very much on right now. So when Quinn reaches past her to retrieve the collar off of the dresser, Rachel inhales sharply at her close proximity and simultaneously bows her head. Quinn snaps the collar around her slowly before lifting Rachel's chin with the tip of he index finger so their eyes are locked.

"Quinn," starts Rachel, but when the blonde tugs on her collar forcefully Rachel immediately backtracks. "Mistress. I...he...I don't-" Its getting very hard to concentrate on her words while Quinn is slowly, ever so slowly, untying the bathrobe the brunette has wrapped around her small frame.

"Use your words, sweetheart," Quinn commands as she finally pushes the bathrobe off Rachel's shoulders so it can pool at her feet. Her voice isn't cruel but it's demanding in a quiet sense, and that gets Rachel going more than Quinn yelling at her ever could.

"I was just talking to Finn because, because he's a nice guy and approached me first." She gulps at the way Quinn is smirking at her, hastily adding in, "Ma'am."

Quinn takes her by the shoulders and turns her so she's facing the mirror, with the blonde behind her. Quinn leans into her and brings her lips to Rachel's ear, tracing its shell with her tongue before husking, "Actually, let's try just 'Quinn' tonight, honey. Bend over."

Rachel find herself involuntarily straightening, her eyes growing wide with confusion; Quinn's never asked that of her.

Her eyes focus on Quinn's in the mirror as she stands fully upright before spinning around. Quinn looks promptly ready to discipline her for not following instructions, but before she can Rachel opens her mouth hesitantly and ducks her head.

"I don't...are you...are you not enjoying our...do you not wanna play with me anymore?" That must be it. Quinn loves it when Rachel called her "Mistress". What other reason could there be for Quinn's sudden desire to switch it up?

Quinn's face relaxes and she reaches to cup Rachel's cheek, encircling the brunette's waist with her other arm. "No, no, no baby. Of course I do."

Rachel stammers. "I thought you liked it when I-"

"I love it when you call me those things, Rach. You should know that by now. But tonight...tonight I want to hear you say my name. I want you to remember who you belong to. I want you to have my name engraved into your brain the next time you talk to Finn, the next time he talks to you, touches you, flirts with you." Rachel blushes and Quinn notices. "That's right, I saw him stroke your hair today, Rach, while you touched his arm and smiled that little shy grin of yours. It amused me almost. He clearly thinks he has a chance. You however..." She turns Rachel around again, pressing down on her lower back to hint at Rachel to bend down. Rachel knows the position; ass out, head down, legs spread, and hands flat on the dresser. "You should know better," Quinn finished quietly, directly into her ear.

"I know I'm yours, Quinn, I-"

"I think it's time to stop talking now, Rachel," says Quinn slowly, and her low, commanding voice hits Rachel right between the legs.

"Now, you are aware that you are allowed to speak with anyone you wish, right? You're not my slave. I don't dictate your social life. You know that, right? Nod yes or shake your head no."

Rachel nods immediately, sharply inhaling when Quinn's hands wander down from her shoulders to trace the contour of her ass appreciatively.

"Good," she murmurs in response. "Now Finn, Finn is different. He likes you, Rachel. When he looks at you, it's with lust. I see him stare at your ass while you walk down the hallway. The reason I see this, of course, is because I stare at it too," Quinn laughs softly. She abruptly squeezes the two mounds of Rachel's ass between her hands, causing the smaller girl to twitch and fight back the urge to back herself into Quinn and beg for more contact.

"Do you realize that, baby? The way he sees you? You must have. You're not stupid, Rachel. Far, far from it, in fact. And you're very observant as well."

Rachel feels herself beam from Quinn's praise. Without realizing it her legs slip together a little bit more and her ass's position in the air drops slightly. She's yanked up and spun around to face the tall blonde before she can blink.

"Thank you for proving my point, sweetheart," Quinn tells her sweetly, but it's the fake kind of sweet that Rachel knows means trouble. Her eyes slip up to meet Quinn's before the blonde takes her by the top of her head and forces her face downwards. "Eyes down unless I say, Rachie. See what happens when you're complimented, when your ego is stroked just the right way?" Quinn deplores, running her fingers through dark locks as she stares at Rachel's bowed head. Her voice abruptly turns harsh as she yanks the girl's head up. "You forget the rules, Rachel. Look at me."

Rachel does, eyes wide and heart racing.

"I will not allow you to flirt with Finn," Quinn tells her clearly, raising an eyebrow as Rachel briefly attempts to protest. "Don't tell me you're completely unaware. As I mentioned before, you're intelligent. Can you honestly tell me you weren't aware of Finn's blatant attraction to you?" Rachel hesitates for a minute until Quinn murmurs, "Answer, with words."

God, she can hear herself become a stuttering mess and she wants to die from embarrassment. "I...no. No, um, Mercedes...Mercedes told me that she heard from Puck, that Finn had said something about wanting to...wanting to get into my pants." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she waited for Quinn's reaction.

Quinn was silent for what felt like an eternity, but what was probably like 20 seconds. "Open your eyes." Rachel does and stares into the freckled, hazel eyes of her girlfriend, watching as a tiny flash of hurt flits through them before it's gone. Quinn continues. "How long have you known this information, Rachel? Why didn't you share it with me? And most importantly, why did you continue flirting with him?"

"It wasn't on purpose Quinn, I swear!" Rachel promises loudly, causing Quinn to raise an eyebrow in the increase of her volume level. Rachel blushes profusely and apologizes. "I love you."

Quinn gazes into her eyes for a long moment, and Rachel watches as bright eyes soften when Quinn reaches to trace her cheek with smooth fingertips. "Turn back around and get into position," she breathes. She trails a hand around Rachel's waist as the brunette turns.

"Now, Rachie, tonight is intended to be both a punishment," Quinn tells her softly, caressing the plump ass that is now on display, "and a reminder. Of who you belong to, of who's in charge of you. Understand?"

"Yes, Quinn."

"Good girl. What does this say, Rachel?" Quinn asks as their eyes lock in the mirror and she lightly fingered the collar around the girl's neck.

"It says Q," Rachel responds, trying not to seem as eager to please as she feels.

"Yes," Quinn approves. "And what does that stand for?"

"Quinn." She's confused why Quinn is asking these seemingly pointless questions-

"I'm sorry? Sentences please, Rachel," Quinn demands quietly, gently.

"Uhm, the Q...the Q stands for 'Quinn'." Why is she so fucking nervous?

"That's my girl," Quinn murmurs, and Rachel feels all too much like a puppy being praised by it's master but goddamn it if she had a tail Lord knows she would be wagging the shit out of it. "And what does that mean, baby?

"It means that I'm yours, Quinn. Only yours."

"Only mine," repeats Quinn in agreement. "That's a good girl, Rachel. But tell me, then, why you choose to flirt with Finn when you clearly knew his intentions?" Her hand on Rachel's butt dips low, brushing in between her legs, and Rachel whimpered meekly. Quinn cups her heat before letting her hand slide away once more.

"I...I..." She knows it's best to tell the truth. Quinn always figures out when she's lying. Always. "I was jealous."

"Of...?"

"You and Santana," Rachel cries out, flinching as Quinn spanks her once as a punishment for not being more specific.

"Why the hell would you be jealous of me and Santana?" asks Quinn, genuinely perplexed. Her eyes lock with Rachel's in the mirror, and her brow is furrowed as she stares at the brunette.

"I...she..." Rachel huffs in frustration, knowing she's high at risk for sounding like a selfish child. "She gets all of your attention, Quinn! You're always spending time with her and talking to her and I...I..." She resists the urge to stomp her foot. God she sees how childish she'd been and she regrets it so much.

Quinn's jaw clenches and she raises her chin, and all Rachel can think is oh. Shit.

"Let me get this straight," says Quinn slowly, and Rachel's back already hurts like shit but her body tightens even more in its position, if that's even possible. "You were jealous that I've been talking to Santana, my best friend, my fucking co-captain, Rachel, and to act out you flirt with Finn, who you know has a crush on you?" Rachel sees Quinn take a deep breath and knows the blonde is desperately fighting to keep the control they both need her to have.

"I'm sorry," Rachel says in a small voice, "it was foolish-"

"Damn straight it was," growls Quinn. "I-I don't...you're my girlfriend, Rach. I spend time with Santana because we're friends, because we're both captains of the Cheerios and we have cheerleading things to do and discuss and, and...if you felt I wasn't giving you enough attention why didn't you tell me, instead of acting out to get it? I..." Her tone takes on a more aggravated, cold tone. "I don't like to be manipulated, Rachel."

"I didn't mean-"

"But you did, Rachel. You think I care for Santana nearly as much as I care for you? I guess whenever I'm unhappy with something Santana does I should spank her or put her in a corner, hmm?"

Rachel immediately stiffens at that. Hell no.

Quinn abruptly chuckles softly. "Exactly, Rachel. Santana isn't special to me like you are. I don't ever want you to feel inferior to her. And I don't want you pulling a stunt like this ever again, understand?"

"Yes, Quinn." She knows the talking is over when Quinn grasps her by the hips firmly and tugs her slightly backwards. Her palm is cool against the right cheek of Rachel's ass and the slap is sharp and unexpected.

"Tell me why you're being punished, Rachel."

"I...for flirting with Finn even though I knew his intentions towards me."

One quick swat. "And...?"

Rachel sighs, but not too loudly because Quinn might not take that the right way. "And, and for misbehaving because I was jealous of Santana and wanted to get your attention." She knows Quinn's gentle hand rubbing away the sting in her backside is the blonde's form of praise.

"You get 15 with my hand, 10 with the hairbrush, and then we're done, sweetheart. Count for me, okay?"

Rachel doesn't have time to open her mouth and utter an affirmative before the spanking starts, and then she's counting each one like her lady told her to. Quinn's going slow, but hard, and Rachel's ass is flaming after 5. She'd thought that since 15 was a relatively low number, Quinn had decided to go easy on her since this is...not one of the more serious things she's ever done to get punished for. But what Quinn's doing right now is agony; she just wants it over with. Rachel wants to groan when she remembers she still has the hairbrush. She hates the hairbrush.

Quinn seems to sense that she's zoning out, and a hard demanding smack to her ass helps remedy that.

"Thirteen..." she's struggling. "oh, oh. four...teen...SHIT...fifteen, ma'am." She immediately backpedals, remembering Quinn's previous instructions. "I mean, Quinn, I mean-"

From behind her Quinn smooths her hair down softly in reassurance before she pulls on her shoulder, urging her to stand up. Their eyes meet. "Brush," commands Quinn softly, and Rachel goes to the bathroom to get the wooden brush she's come to despise in the past few months. She wishes she could throw it out the bathroom window and then claim that she couldn't find it, but Quinn's way too smart for that and when she figured out the truth there'd be hell to pay for both Rachel and her ass. She sneaks a peak in the mirror at her ass, watches the cherry red spots that have bloomed across it already.

She walks sort of forlornly out of the bathroom to find Quinn seated on the bed, eyes watching her intently. "I know you're not feeling sorry for yourself," she says as she watches Rachel approach. Her tone is a warning and Rachel straightens immediately.

"No, Quinn."

"Good." She takes the brush and then pats her lap. Rachel doesn't hesitate a moment before she lays across her girlfriend, head burrowing into the bed. She wiggles a little before Quinn braces an arm across her shoulders in obvious warning and effort to hold her down. The strikes with the hairbrush are quicker but still harsh, and they leave Rachel breathless.

The tears pool in the corners of her eyes at 5, and they fall at 8.

"Nine," she whimpers out, hiccuping. Quinn slips her restraining arm under Rachel's upper body so she can grip her girlfriend by the shoulder and tug the brunette into her. Rachel turns her head so that her face is buried in Quinn's t shirt. "Ten," she whines quietly, flinching at the contrast Quinn's cold hands provide when she drops the brush and massages a butt cheek lightly.

"Good girl, Rach," Quinn murmurs, and if Rachel wasn't still crying she'd beam. Those are her favorite words to hear from Quinn. Quinn helps her stand up before she scoots backwards on the bed, resting against the pillow, letting Rachel crawl to her and curl up against her side so they can cuddle.

"There will be no more flirting with Finn, and no more attempting to manipulate me, correct?" Quinn's voice is still in its strong, confident tone that makes Rachel immediately submit and do what she's told. It's Quinn's dominant voice. Rachel can't deny that it sends a shot of arousal straight through her, but she knows better than to attempt to act upon it; Quinn rarely likes to mix punishment with pleasure. Rachel had begged for comfort sex the first time she had ever gotten spanked for being bad, and Quinn had quickly shot that down and explained to Rachel why.

"Yes, ma'am." She slips one leg over Quinn's and snuggles in closer, the heat she feels through Quinn's sweats and against her knee a sign that she's not the only one affected by this, Quinn just has more control and handles it better.

Quinn takes her by the chin and tilts her face upwards so their eyes lock. She smiles softly and brushes away Rachel's tears with her thumb. Her eyes are bright with love and adoration but have that dark look to them that indicates she's slightly turned on and oh God Rachel could stare into these eyes forever.

"That's my good girl."

Rachel changes her mind; those are her favorite words to hear from Quinn. Second only to-

"I love you, baby."

Rachel sighs and nuzzles into Quinn's neck as the blonde's arms tighten around her. "I love you too, Quinn."