I don't own glee.

A/N: Okay, guys. Some of you have given me great ideas. But I will not be too descriptive when writing because I would like to keep this at T rating. I don't want it to be strictly M because everyone will think it is total smut and get the wrong impression.

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"Now, Rory," she explained, "you will be living under my rules. First, you are stay-"

Rory continued for her, "...staying in this bed un-"

She went and slapped his ass, then said, "I am talking!"

"Sorry. Carry on."

"You are staying in this bed unless I give you permission to get up or lift you up. Clear?"

He gulped and nodded. It was best to just keep his mouth shut for a while.

"You will eat three meals a day, containing food of my choice. You will get a glass of orange juice with breakfast, and milk for lunch and supper. I will feed you when you are very hungry. No snacks or dessert unless I offer it. I will give you a drink when you ask. You are to wear a diaper. I will change you when you ask. If you refuse to use the diaper or have went a long time without using it, I will either tickle you to make you piss or I will treat you with an enema. Now second, you are going to respect me. You will do as I say. You will not argue, you will not question, you will not ignore. If you misbehave in any way, you will get ten smacks on the ass, or more if you choose not to cooperate. To make sure you stay straightened out, you will get a short spanking session each night."

He dug his back into the pillows. This was going to be fucking terrible.

"But if you are a good boy for a whole week, then that Sunday I will drop the number of nightly spankings. Sound fair?"

He nodded.

"Okay, I am going to let you choose, since today is Friday. You can either: 1) Get sixty spankings right now and be free for the weekend, or 2) you get twenty each night. Which would you like?"

Well, to him, the sixty spankings all at once didn't seem too bad. He guessed that it was good to just get it done and over with. Then again, it was quite a lot... But how bad could it have possibly been? "All tonight."

"You want all sixty tonight?"

He asked, "What will I be beat with?"

"Fifteen with my hand. Uh... Twenty with the hairbrush. And twenty five wth the belt." She sat in the center of the bed, with the hairbrush and belt within reach, and instructed, "Come over here over my lap, and get on your knees and elbows. Prop your ass up so I can hit it."

He didn't move. This wasn't fair. This was abuse. This shouldn't be happening.

"Come over here, now."

No. He wouldn't. He wouldn't let himself be a victim of this. He wouldn't become a part of this damn game.

"Rory Flanagan. Now."

He scooted back deeper into the pillows as a way of protest.

She began counting down from three. It was only a matter of time before she grumbled with grief. She took his arm and forcefully dragged him over, and restrained him on her lap.

Rory tried to fight. She squirmed, kicked, punched, screamed. But Tina wouldn't let go.

"I gave you a chance to have freedom, but you just wouldn't do as I said. So now, I had to force you to get on my lap." He would not stop struggling, so she had slapped his face to get his attention. She said, "And you will get ten extra spankings with my hand since you are misbehaving. Stop and I will not add any more."

He didn't listen. It had been seventy spankings now. It was a lot, and he didn't want more, but he would never stop fighting her. He would not let this happen. He would not lose his dignity and a chance of escaping just because she was threatening to beat his ass.

"No!" He continued his tantrum. He would protest.

She warned him once more, "If you do not stop, I will add ten."

"No! This is not right!"

"What is not right?"

"You cannot spank me!"

"You are misbehaving! You deserve it."

"Do not spank me! Let me go!"

"I don't want to be doing this either, but you are being a brat." She raised her hand, then swung straight down on his curvy bottom.

"Aaaahhhh!" he shrieked.

"You got twenty four left with my hand. Want to make it thirty four?"

"N-No."

"Stop throwing a fit, then." She gave him a hard slap after another, each of them making a loud smack! Tina said, "You're lucky I am not pulling your pants down for this."

It still hurt, though.

Rory hiccuped and gasped, tryng to hold the tears. He then noticed that she had stopped, and from the corner of his eye had seen her lift the hairbrush. He winced, preparing himself for what was next.

She ran the bristles of the brush through his hair, hushing him. "This will hurt. Just take it like a good boy, then I will you some supper." She then took the hairbrush and aimed before slamming it into his sit-spot.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

"Forty four left, Rory."