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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Chapter 3

Brittany woke up from a bad dream. She was running down a long hallway, Santana was at the end of it but as she ran, the hallway got longer and longer and Santana got further and further away. It seemed the faster she ran the more distant Santana got. She was crying for the brunette to wait for her but the Latina opened a door at the end of the hallway and disappeared through it. By the time Brittany got to the door, Santana was nowhere to be seen. The blonde dancer searched and searched and could not find her anywhere and woke up feeling afraid and uneasy and crying tears of loss.

The blonde was surprised to find her pillow wet from her tears, evidently the dream lasted longer than it had seemed. She was still on her stomach hugging the wet pillow and she could smell bacon and coffee and knew Santana was making her breakfast. The Latina usually did after a punishment but Brittany was surprised since she still had one more day to go before it was all over.

Brittany allowed herself a moment to hope that Santana meant to let it go with the strapping last night but wryly chuckled to herself, that was never going to happen. The Latina was firm but fair and she never went back on a punishment once it was set.

She felt the deep throbbing ache in her backside and cursed her own stupidity one more time. The blonde couldn't even imagine sitting and writing all day, let alone another spanking, "God, I always make things so difficult for myself."

Brittany lay there for a few minutes more thinking about all that had happened. She knew she lived in a different reality than the rest of the world; it was puppies, and rainbows and unicorns all the time. She wasn't stupid, she knew there was evil in the world, bad people, sadness and the like but she chose to see the beauty in the world instead. She chose to see the good in people; she chose to ignore what made her unhappy.

She knew Santana loved her but she had buried deep inside of herself a small kernel of knowledge that she was not as smart as Santana, or as pretty and in her opinion not the best the Latina could do for herself. It usually stayed buried very deep inside for Brittany was not naturally an insecure person. Her family had loved and accepted her for who she was and Santana always had as well and they made her feel safe and secure and loved. When Artie called her stupid in high school it had broken her heart and from then on she waited for Santana to start to believe it as well. She carried a little spark of doubt deep inside of herself.

Every once in a while that little kernel of doubt would spring to life and she would wait for the Latina to see her as more trouble than she was worth. She would wonder when the brunette would realize she could do better or find someone smarter and the blonde would act out of that insecurity. The first speeding ticket she got, she had every intention of going home and confessing and taking her punishment, but when she got home Santana was talking about saving money for a new piece of equipment and how it could help her business take off so she didn't want to be a financial burden to her girlfriend so she hid the ticket and hoped it would go away.

Before too long, she was in over her head and found herself unable to confess even if she wanted to, so she stuffed the tickets in the glove compartment and hoped they would just resolve themselves and the problem would just go away.

The problem had blown up in her face yesterday or perhaps more accurately all over her poor ass yesterday she thought with little amusement.

Well, she had to go face the music, she knew she deserved this punishment but a deeper guilt still lay within her and she knew she would have to confess why she had kept those tickets hidden. She knew Santana didn't understand and it upset her to think that Santana believed Brittany was afraid of being punished by her and that's why she kept them hidden. That wasn't it at all and Santana deserved the whole truth and today was the day for Brittany to come completely clean. She was afraid of Santana's reaction but she loved the Latina more than her own life and she deserved the truth. Brittany knew that's what her dream was all about as well.

She would eventually lose the love of her life if she didn't tell the truth about how she felt. Brittany couldn't imagine life without her partner so she would do whatever it took to make things right.

Brittany walked stiffly into the bathroom to get ready to face the rest of her punishment. She grabbed a pair of baggy sweats and an oversized off the shoulder dance tee and went to get ready.

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Santana was downstairs making breakfast when she heard movement coming from upstairs and knew her girl was awake finally. The Latina wanted this day to be over with already and the delay was difficult for her but she knew the blonde had a rough day emotionally and physically yesterday so she let her sleep in.

The blonde walked into the kitchen and Santana leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, "I thought we should have a good breakfast today, can you eat?"

"I'm a little nervous about later today but I think I can eat something. I didn't really eat much yesterday." Brittany said softly not wanting to sound like she was complaining.

"San?" She said to her girlfriend who had her back to her as she was popping in some bread into the toaster.

Santana, having heard the emotion in just that one word, turned to her girlfriend and answered gently, "What is it babe?"

Brittany looked down at her socked foot nervously tapping the linoleum floor, "I know I have a lot of lines to do today but I was wondering if I could work on the letter you asked me to write to you yesterday about how I could forget to tell you about all those tickets first?"

She looked up into familiar dark chocolate eyes and Santana saw the raw emotion and another feeling she couldn't decipher in the crystal blue eyes looking at her so trustingly, "That would be fine Brittany, you need to finish the lines and the letter so I don't really care which order you do them in." She finished gently.

"Thank you, San!" She moved to gently lower herself onto the chair and wound up on her hip as tears of pain sprang to her eyes.

Santana chewed her lower lip as she watched the blonde, "You start eating and I'm going to go grab some more of the aloe and some more ibuprofen, I'll be right back."

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Brittany was able to eat a little of the food after Santana put some more aloe on her sore backside. She was too anxious to do much more than nibble. The blonde felt too guilty to ask for a cushion to sit on while writing and Santana would have probably denied her request anyway. It would have made them both feel uncomfortable and she wouldn't do anything to make her girlfriend uncomfortable. She deserved this punishment and she knew it.

Brittany worked on her letter to Santana; she put her whole heart into it and wrote everything she had been feeling since Artie hurt her in high school. The blonde hoped that it would stop her from acting out of insecurity and doubt. She was a little nervous about how Santana would take the whole thing.

When she was finished with the letter, Brittany started on the lines she still had to finish. She had finished 15 of her 27 tickets and the letter and her hand was so cramped and sore she felt like crying. The blonde just kept writing and swearing to herself never to drive fast ever again as long as she lived.

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Santana had gone to her basement studio and left Britt to her writing lines. She had a lot of work to do and tried to lose herself in the music for a few hours to take her mind off what she had to do next. The Latina really just wanted this punishment over and done with. She was also very curious about what was so important about the letter Brittany felt she had to write first. Well it would have to wait until after the spanking because the brunette already felt distracted.

The brunette lost herself in a piece of music she was working on and when she looked up again she realized it was time to finish this punishment. She reluctantly got up and headed upstairs to get Brittany. When she walked into the kitchen she saw Brittany slaving away at the lines she was writing. Her heart swelled with pride watching how focused and dedicated the blonde was towards finishing her writing.

"Babe, it's time!" Santana said softly. She still startled the blonde though who looked up with wide blue eyes.

"Go on upstairs and get ready for me please."

Brittany slowly rose to her feet and flexed and massaged her right hand as she headed upstairs to wait for her girlfriend. She was resigned to her fate now so she just wanted to get it over with.

She walked into the bedroom and walked straight over to the corner and stood there with her hand tightly at her side. Her hand hurt so bad and she wanted to keep rubbing it but the rule was she had to stand still while in the corner and she didn't want Santana to catch her breaking the rules again.

Brittany smelled Santana enter the room before she heard her. That spicy exotic scent that was all Santana, it was the smell of home for the blonde and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply feeling the comfort of Santana, the safety that was home.

Santana sat down on the bed and called Brittany over to her. The blonde walked over to Santana solemnly, determined to make the brunette proud of her again.

"Why are you being spanked tonight Brittany?"

"I hid the tickets from you and kept them a secret and that's a lie of omission." Brittany said sincerely.

"All right then, let's finish this, lay over my lap please." Santana said all business. Brittany noticed the small wooden paddle lying next to Santana on the bed and cringed.

Santana laid the blonde over her lap and settled her top half comfortably on the mattress for more support. She crossed her legs over Brittany's knowing this was going to hurt and she expected kicking right from the start. Santana hooked her fingers in the top of the sweats and pulled them down not surprised by the lack of panties. Brittany's backside looked better than last night but still looked sore.

Santana didn't even bother with a warm up. She grabbed the paddle and let loose. Brittany started to squirm and cry out loud. She was sobbing after 10 hard painful swats and promising never to keep anything from her girlfriend again. The Latina swallowed down her own sobs at the pained exclamations and promises but she had 16 more to give out and she used the same force but sped up the swats leaving virtually no time between spanks.

Brittany completely broke down over her girlfriends lap and grabbed the bed covers with both hands as she cried out her contrition. She wasn't even aware that Santana had stopped spanking as her backside felt like a lake of fire. The blonde let go of the bedding and tried to reach back and rub but her girlfriend grabbed her hands and held them still as she rubbed her back with her other hand, "It's over baby, it's all over."

She settled Brittany on the bed and went to grab some gel but Brittany desperately grabbed her arm and sobbing begged her to stay and hold her. Santana immediately dropped down next to Brittany and held her gently whispering words of love and forgiveness and pride as the blonde sobbed and sniffled.

The Latina tried to massage her backside but the blonde cried out and begged Santana not to touch it. The brunette felt her heart breaking in two and wondered if she had perhaps taken this punishment too far.

As Brittany gave in to her physical and mental exhaustion and drifted off to sleep, Santana felt huge tears coursing their way down her cheeks. She got the blonde settled and removed her sweatpants completely and covered her gently with the bed sheet. The Latina knew it would feel cool to her sore backside. She got up and went downstairs to close up for the evening feeling all done in herself.

The letter was laying on the table and was addressed to her, so she sat down and picked it up to read. In it Brittany swore her undying love and devotion. She told of her fears of not being good enough for her girlfriend and explained how that fear had driven her to hide the tickets. The blonde thanked Santana for loving her enough to discipline her and promised to always try to do better if the brunette promised to always try to love and forgive her. By the end Santana was crying as she could feel her lover's anguish and self-doubt. It made her love her more if possible.

Santana slowly closed her eyes and brought the letter to her lips and kissed it reverently. In that minute she knew she would love the blonde until the end of time. There would be no other, "Mi Corazon, mi amor!" She whispered lovingly as she headed up to bed to hold the woman she loved forever.

The End…. I hope you enjoyed this last part and the story!