A/N: I do not own Glee or Santana, Brittany or Puck.
Rated M for language and established D/D relationship with consensual punishment spanking.
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Life is a Highway ~ Chapter 1
Santana sat in her basement recording studio thinking to herself that this must be what hell is like.
She left high school seven years ago with big dreams of being a famous R&B singer. Her soulful voice, her good looks, the talent, the drive and ambition that set her apart in Lima, Ohio was a dime a dozen in Los Angeles, California.
The Latina did discover that she had a great ear and could spot real talent a mile away. She could make a mediocre singer sound great as well so she decided to produce music instead and keep writing and recording her own. Maybe her big break would come but if it didn't, she could fall back on producing. She was pretty good at that.
Brittany was still dancing and arranging choreography for music videos and went on the occasional tour but neither woman had really hit it big and they paid the bills the best way they knew how. They were still madly in love and extremely happy together in their little home in the suburbs.
That was the reason Santana was in hell this morning. She was trying to sign and produce acts for her company but to pay the bills she would record anyone who could pay for studio time. This morning was some folk singer wannabe who sounded like he was yodeling at the moment.
Puck had come out and joined them a year later and he was currently a police officer in the smaller suburb they lived in while he kept applying to the LAPD. He also made some extra cash being a studio musician for Santana. He lived in a small dingy and very cheap apartment across town but spent a great deal of time with his friends.
All in all, everyone was doing really well for themselves. The ladies were a happy couple and Puck was still a man-whore and LA was the perfect place for him.
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The Latina had discreetly put earplugs in to escape the "Mad Yodeler" as she was referring to him in her mind. She noticed her phone flashing an incoming call and saw it was Puck so she sent him to voicemail.
Two minutes later Puck called again and then again and by the fourth call Santana picked up, "The fuck Puckerman? I'm working over here!" She said aggravated.
"It's B Santana; she's here at the station."
Santana felt her heart skip a beat and her breathing stop, "Is she ok, was it an accident, what happened Puck, tell me."
The handsome cop rubbed his hands through his light brown hair, he knew the Latina was going to flip out when she heard this but as a friend he had to call her himself. He hesitated just a moment too long before getting an earful from Britt's worried girlfriend, "Jesus Santana calm down, she's fine. Do you really think I would call and tell you over the phone if she wasn't? Christ, you're still a pain in the balls."
The Latina stopped yelling, "Fair enough, so tell me what is going on." She said through clenched teeth.
"She got stopped for speeding on her way home; when they ran her license she had a couple unpaid parking tickets and a couple unpaid speeding tickets. It seems they had suspended her license a couple months ago and there was a bench warrant out for her arrest because of it."
The silence hung on in the air between them as Santana counted to 100. She had warned Brittany repeatedly about her damn lead foot and what was going to happen the next time she got a speeding ticket.
"San? You still there?" Puck enquired nervously.
"Define a couple Puckerman." She growled into the phone, "Puckerman?" She growled louder.
He looked across the room at a terrified Brittany sitting on a bench nervously playing with her fingers and he glared at her until she looked up and innocent sky blue eyes met his gaze and she started to cry again. She already knew who was on the phone with Puck.
Noah felt like he had kicked a puppy or something and felt awful. Maybe if Santana found out over the phone she would be calmer by the time she got here.
"Alright, calm down already, she feels terrible enough as it is!" He heard the brunette bark out a harsh laugh. He has no idea how "terrible" Brittany is gonna feel when I get through with her she thought to herself darkly.
"So, define a couple, what exactly does that mean?"
"Ok, she had 20 parking tickets and 6 speeding tickets. It's gonna take three grand to get her out of here tonight. She's kind of under arrest at the moment." He quickly pulled the receiver away from his ear expecting the blast of Spanish swear words that come screaming through the phone line.
He winced at the volume as he looked over at his tall blonde dancer friend and saw her wide blue eyes, clearly hearing her girlfriend yelling all the way across the room. Brittany swallowed the huge lump blocking her throat and closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, "I am in such huge trouble right now."
When Santana stopped swearing and screaming she told Puck to put Brittany on the phone, "Hang on San, I'll get her for you." He motioned for Brittany and she waved him off but he hissed at her, "Get over here and talk to her right now B or I swear to God…" He left the threat hanging as she got up and slowly headed over to the phone. Puck thought he'd seen happier people on death row.
"Hi San…yes…I just forgot…no….I think they were in the glove compartment….I know, I do remember what you said but…alright I will. I lov..Ok I'll get him." She handed the phone back to Puck sadly, "She wants to talk to you again."
"Yeah S" Puck grabbed the phone desperately wanting this shift to be over with and he had 10 more hours to go.
"Do you have a private room you can let B hang out in for a few hours until I can get there?" She asked much calmer than just a few minutes ago.
"I got an interview room, yeah it's private, alright I will set her up in there. Ok, I'll see you in a few hours. Bye San." He hung up the phone and stared thoughtfully at it for a few minutes. He got up and grabbed a large white notepad and some pens and pencils and led Brittany to the private interview room.
He put the pad and writing utensils on the table, "Did she tell you she was working and would be a few hours?" Britt nodded sadly. "Can I get you something to eat or drink; coffee, water, Pepsi or coke?"
"Could I have a coke and water please Puck?"
"Anything for my best girl you know that. Britt? Why didn't you come to me about this mess before it got this far, huh? I could have helped you more then."
"Every time I got one I just got so nervous that San would be mad I just stuck them in my glove compartment and sort of hoped the whole mess would just go away but I just couldn't bear to think about it so I just stopped looking at them after a while. I know it's dumb but I didn't know what else to do."
"Brittany I am always here for you if anything upsets you, just come talk to old Puck ok and I will help you figure out what to do. She would have been a lot less pissed off if you would have been the one to tell her a long time ago."
"Thanks Puck, I know, but it's way too late now."
Puck came back in a few with a coke, a glass with some ice in it and a water, kissed her gently on her temple and left pulling the door shut, "just yell if you need me ok, I'll be back later to check up on you and see if you need anything."
Brittany looked down at the notepad, Santana had told her to write her a letter explaining how you could forget you had 20 parking tickets and 6 oh gosh now it was 7 speeding tickets in her glove compartment and forget to tell her girlfriend about them. Well that was going to be a very short letter.
Then Santana told her she had to write 50 times for each ticket:
I will never speed while driving my car again, I will never park in a no parking zone ever again & I will not hide important things from my girlfriend.
Brittany had no idea how many 50 lines times 27 tickets was but she knew it was going to make her hand fall off. She hated writing lines but at least it would keep her mind off of what was going to happen when she got home tonight.
She started to fill up the notepad with her lines.
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Santana had given the folk singer the boot by pleading a family emergency and promising him 2 free sessions to make up for today.
Then she paced around her house trying to think. If she would have had the strength she was tempted to leave Brittany in jail overnight to teach her a lesson but she couldn't leave her alone and terrified all night long, she could never do that to Britt.
Three grand, 26 tickets, it was incomprehensible. What the hell was she thinking? Santana knew that she had promised Brittany a spanking the next time she got a ticket and that was a year ago. She just thought the blonde had stopped speeding. This was a disaster. Their whole life savings was only $2500 she would have to take an advance on a credit card to bail her out. That credit card was for emergency use only, well I guess this qualifies.
Well she couldn't leave her overnight but she was going to leave her to stew in the interview room for a few hours and write her lines. Santana knew how much Brittany hated writing lines so it would do her good to sit and write and wait.
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Brittany kept writing as she kept checking the clock. The time kept ticking closer to her doom. She was writing the lines but as she got more nervous the writing got sloppier. It had been 4 hours and her hand was about to fall off. She had only written enough lines to cover 10 of her 27 tickets so far and that was not going to be enough for Santana.
The door opened and Puck stuck his head in the door, "Hey Santana's here she said to tell you she would be back in a minute so you should get ready she said you would know what she meant?"
Brittany's head jerked up at the sound of that and stared at Puck, surely she doesn't mean to do anything here?
Back out front Santana was talking to Puck, "Who else is in the building tonight?"
"Just me right now and you and B. We have nobody locked up right now. The place is pretty deserted as a matter of fact when I go home tonight I'll just lock up and turn off the lights."
"Welcome to Mayberry eh Puck?" She smirked at him.
"Hey at least nobody shoots at me in this town, unless we count you of course." He smirked back at her.
"I need a big favor from you Puck and no questions asked. I need you to leave me and Brittany alone here for about an hour and a half. I need to talk to her very seriously about this breaking the law shit and how bad it is and by talk I mean lecture and yell and I don't want her to feel embarrassed knowing you or anyone else can hear what's happening." She finished seriously.
"No way Santana, I could lose my job if anyone finds out I left two civilians alone in here and I left. Take her home and yell at her."
"It will make more of an impact if I talk to her here. You owe me Puckerman and Britt and I need some time and privacy. Do whatever you need to do. Sit out in the parking lot and watch the building in your fancy police car, I don't care; just give me the time and Britt the privacy. Please Puck and you know I never say please."
"Fine but I swear to god if I get fired I am living with you as payback."
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Brittany was standing in the corner when Santana walked in, "I see you got my message, good. Let me see your lines."
She walked over and looked at the notepad, "Not nearly done I see but after all it is a shitload of tickets isn't it." Santana said darkly.
Brittany heard some rustling going on that sounded like a paper bag and she was curious to turn around but didn't dare.
"Alright Britt I need you over here please."
Brittany's eyes immediately went to the table and she saw that horrible leather strap she couldn't even bear to look at. She never felt it but oh how she hated it. Oh god, she was going to punish her here. Her eyes went to the two way mirror and prayed no one was watching.
"I'm not even going to lecture you I am so disappointed right now. In order to avoid a simple spanking you kept hidden over 26 tickets, you lost your license and you got arrested. It is going to cost three thousand dollars to get you out of here tonight. Just to clarify that number for you, that is our entire life's savings plus a cash advance from the emergency credit card. Now, I am going to bend you over this table and blister you good little girl. Then we are going to go home where you are going to sit at the table and finish those lines. Tomorrow when we get up you are going to spend all day writing more lines, then before bed you are going to get another spanking for lying and keeping these hidden from me."
Brittany was already fidgeting nervously but wisely said nothing.
"I need you drop your pants and panties and bend over this table."
"But San, what about Puck?" She whined…. Santana walked over and grabbed Brittany by the arm, Santana put her leg up on the chair and bent Brittany over her thigh and applied ten very hard spanks to her short clad backside with her firm hand.
She helped her stand back up and guided her to the table, "Do as I said Brittany, NOW."
Brittany dropped her shorts and then tugged down her panties and lay very carefully across the table in the interview room. It was very cold on her bare stomach and she shivered not just from the cold but from embarrassment and anxiety of what was about to happen. She reached across the table and grabbed the opposite side and held on for support.
The blonde looked back over her shoulder and saw her girlfriend removing her leather jacket and roll the sleeves up on her shirt. Santana only did that when she meant business. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into now.
Brittany put her forehead down on the table and let a few tears fall. It was going to be a long two days.
TO BE CONTINUED...
