Authors Note: This is a future AU fiction that contains discussion about and acts of domestic discipline and adult consensual spanking. There is spanking in this chapter that some may consider harsh, if it's not your cup of tea, don't read it.
Faberry / Brittana
Chapter 4 Paybacks are a Pain in The Ass!
R*B*R*B*R*B
Rachel saw Brittany standing over by the drinking fountain glaring at her cellphone so she sauntered over to stand next to her.
"Hey Brittany, how are you doing today?" Rachel asked the dancer in the most neutral voice she could manage. I mean Brittany was glaring, Britt never glared!
Brittany tore her gaze away from her phone and glanced coolly at the diva for a few long moments, not in a mean way, just like she was trying to figure something out.
"Hey Rach, I'm ok, the dance is coming along really nicely isn't it?" She finally said with a smile.
"It's incredible," the brunette answered honestly, "but then again all the dances you choreograph are though!"
Brittany giggled sweetly, "Maybe not the one for My Cup, you remember the song I wrote for Nationals?"
Rachel grinned, "Ok maybe not that dance!" Both girls grinned for a minute lost in remembrances of years gone by.
"You seemed a little upset before, is everything all right with you and Santana?" Rachel pressed.
Brittany cocked an eyebrow at the singer which threw Rachel off a little, "What is it with these blondes and their eyebrow glares? Must be a Cheerio thing." She thought to herself waiting for a reply from her friend feeling a little unsettled with this conversation.
"San and I are fine Rach, I was a little mad at her earlier but it's all fine now or will be by this evening." The blonde said in a slightly mysterious tone. Rachel decided to ignore the tone, there were lots of things the blonde said that were a mystery to her and therefore best left alone.
"I'm glad Britt, I was a little worried, and you seemed upset or a bit distracted during the dance run through this morning."
"Oh this morning, well that was when I was a little bit mad at you Rach." The blonde said innocently.
The singer was almost speechless and that never happened to her, "Me? What on Earth could I have possibly done to make you angry or upset with me? I have barely even seen you since rehearsals started and I haven't seen or spoken to Santana at all." She started rambling feeling deeply distressed that not only was the unflappable blonde angry but with her. When people got angry with you they stopped liking you and Rachel felt like she couldn't breathe for a moment with the panic of that thought.
Brittany took a deep breath and sighed, "Oh Rach, you've just been so mean to Q lately and it's making her so sad that I just feel like I want to hug her all the time and you know she wouldn't like that. When you are yelling and stomping around worse than you used to in Glee Club I just want to make you sit in a time out or stand in a corner I get so mad. Then afterwards you feel so bad I just want to hug you too. With all the dancing, it's very exhausting. Then I went home and said something to San and then we got in an argument because you know how protective she is of Q and how she didn't want Q to direct you? Now when I get home I have to take care of something and my whole night is going to be ruined and on top of it I won't have any sex at all tonight. So I was mad at you, since it really is all because you've been mean to Q every day!" Her big blue eyes that held no menace or judgment only love stared into deep chocolate eyes and tried to get Rachel to understand how serious this all was becoming.
Now Rachel really was speechless and her mouth opened and shut a few times without any sound escaping. Finally she stamped her foot, spun on her heels, took off down the hallway and slammed her dressing room door.
Brittany leaned against the wall for a minute and just looked sad. "Well that didn't go well at all! She totally didn't understand what I was trying to say with my mind! I better give her some time to chill before I try again" The blonde wandered back to the rehearsal hall in dismay.
Rachel sat down in her makeup chair and stared at herself in the mirror. She was not angry at the blonde but she was very embarrassed. She had upset her wife and now she was the cause of their best friends fighting as well. The problem was she was just getting more and more nervous and everything was going to fall apart. It all seemed too big for her shoulders and she didn't know what to do about it or how to fix things.
She was feeling judged and all her high school insecurities about not being liked were coming up again and she was acting accordingly. Now Brittany and Santana didn't like her anymore either. Rachel felt the tears coming so she put her head down on her arms and cried a little feeling very misunderstood and guilty.
S*S*S*S*S*S
Santana had stormed into work and Christian knew right off the bat today was going to be a shit sandwich for sure. He loved his boss like family but when she was in a mood everyone paid the price.
She glared at him when he told her good morning, "show me something fucking good about it!" and slammed her door so hard the glass around the office rattled. He just rolled his eyes, Santana didn't know it but glass repair was written into her budget by Christian.
"Rode the broom to work today I see," he muttered under his breathe, "bitch never had been the same since they dropped a house on her sister!" He said stealing his favorite line from Betelgeuse.
He spent the rest of the morning holding off angry clients with excuses and the nicer ones with platitudes. When Santana got like this no one would win from a one on one conversation. The ones that insisted on speaking to her usually were very sorry that they had insisted as she usually chewed them a new ass right before hanging up on them. Gift baskets by way of apologies were also a big part of Santana's budget.
Christian had spent the rest of the afternoon biting his tongue at her anger and sarcasm until he was completely ready to quit. He whipped out his cellphone and texted Britt What on earth did u do to my bebe talk about bitch on wheels :( xoxo mrfabulous
That was the text Brittany had been glaring at. She texted back Ignore her she is mad at me not u xoxo Britt
He huffed out his irritation and decided he would wait Santana out. Whenever she had days like this he always got a fabulous gift in lieu of an apology, "girl has got taste; I will give her that; even if she is a crazy bitch half the time!" He said out loud at her closed door knowing she probably heard him and daring her to come out and say something about it.
He quietly cancelled all her afternoon appointments and made up excuses for all the clients cancelling all at once on her. She wasn't fooled but she appreciated it and knew he would forgive her eventually. She would have to call Kurt and ask his opinion on an over the top gift to make up for today.
Santana had been humiliated all day long, first at the idea of telling Q, then at actually telling Q, then at being laughed at by Q, then at Q's understanding of her DD relationship with Britt.
Now she had to go home and submit when she just wanted to go all medieval on someone or something. Well it would have to be poor Christian and those hapless idiot clients who chose to bully Christian into speaking to his boss.
She looked over at the clock and saw it was time to go home and face Brittany. She was really not looking forward to tonight. It had been a long time since she had screwed up this bad.
The little scene she threw this morning had not impressed Britt one bit. The yelling, the pouting, the names she had called Q and Rachel, she had repeatedly ignored Britt's requests for her to stop behaving so badly.
The final straw had been when she had picked up the large crystal candle holder and candle that had been an anniversary gift from her to Britt and flung it at the closed bathroom door. It was childish and petulant and it hurt her to think that she could have hurt her wife if Britt had chosen that moment to walk out of the bathroom. The tanned Latina beauty had regretted it the minute it left her hand. She was in big trouble and there was no talking or arguing her way out of it. If she was being honest with herself, she really did deserve it.
She just didn't have to like it. She knew she wasn't going to like it. Brittany was a stickler when it came to the rules and she could be a stern disciplinarian and she was a strong woman. She loved Santana enough to punish her.
"Fuck, might as well go home and get this shit over with!" She thought bitterly.
She silently walked out of her office past Christian. "Good night boss!" He sung out cheerfully just to annoy her. "Fuck off Christian!" She muttered. He grinned happily and shrugged his shoulders. "God how I love getting a rise out of that woman!"
Q*R*Q*R*Q*R
Rachel had successfully avoided Brittany cornering her alone for the rest of the afternoon and had managed not to raise her voice once at her beautiful blonde wife. Instead she had sulked and pouted and made her displeasure known to everyone around her.
Quinn had tried to find out what was going on but Rachel was distant and polite and kept insisting everything was just fine.
Quinn just gritted her teeth and managed to get through the day without strangling her wife. She would rather be yelled at in public than all this passive aggressive bullshit. She really hated that, it reminded her of every conversation with her mother and it drove her insane.
When Quinn walked into their spacious apartment she saw her beautiful wife sitting on the sofa in sweat pants and a tee shirt thumbing through a magazine. She had weighed everything Santana had said to her very carefully in her mind but all she kept thinking about was that bastard Russell and her mother. The anger, the abuse, the hitting and she realized she could not, would not ever treat her own wife like that.
She trusted San and Britt enough to know their relationship was nothing like her parent's but it was her own anger she did not trust and the thought of ever seriously hurting Rachel in a fit of anger terrified her.
She had a white hot anger than ignited slow and burned hot and when it exploded she saw red and sometimes lost control of what she said and did. She did not trust herself enough to believe she could discipline Rachel without destroying their love and trust.
Now she was in a hell of a bind and she knew it. She would not destroy her marriage and she could not abandon Rachel by not directing her in the show. She would have to keep separate the two jobs, wife and director, for the time being. How she was going to do that she had no idea but maybe they could talk civilly about it tonight.
"Rachel, we need to talk." She said with more confidence than she felt.
Rachel looked up and her dark chocolate eyes were flashing lasers at her wife. Quinn was confused. What had she done to make Rachel angry?
Rachel had been sitting there for the last hour feeling more and more insecure by the moment. She couldn't bring herself to tell Quinn what Brittany had revealed to her but she was hurt and wanted Quinn to rush to her defense. She had tried to convey to Quinn her displeasure all day and instead of being coddled just the slightest like she needed, her wife had spoken to her in the same tone you would address a naughty kindergartner. Not how you speak to your wife and certainly not how you treat your star.
Rachel stood up, fixed her clothes and attempted to storm past Quinn into their bedroom. Quinn angrily huffed and followed her into the room, "This conversation is happening Rachel and you can knock off all the diva-tude, we left the audience at the theater!" Quinn said her voice rising angrily.
"How dare you speak to me like that?" Rachel demanded.
"Oh really, that's what you're going with, that you're the innocent victim here, when you have been treating me like shit for weeks! And I've taken it, like the good wife I am but I am sick of your attitude Rachel!"'
"Language Quinn!"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Screw my language Rachel, I am sick of the way you are treating me, I took this god-damned job to take care of you and help you and you won't let me do either, instead you treat me like I am some kind of fangirl or one of your groupies, certainly not your director and definitely not your wife!" She finished angrily her chest heaving and feeling her anger build dangerously.
Rachel felt a surge of anger rush through her entire body, "Fine then, fine, quit there are plenty of directors that would be thrilled to be working with a star of my magnitude!" Her voice rising hysterically, "You can leave as well if you so choose! I mean poor Quinn Berry-Fabray, award winning directory trapped in a loveless marriage with a total bitch that treats her bad!" She was screaming and shaking. She grabbed her sweater and tried to make a dash for the front door.
Quinn followed her out to the living room, "RACHEL, stop!" She shouted. Rachel ignored her and kept walking towards the front door. "So help me God Rachel, if you so much as put a finger on that door knob it will be the biggest mistake you ever made in your short life!"
Rachel took a moment to stop, turn around and with all the grace and dignity she could muster she made her fatal mistake, "FUCK YOU!" She turned back around and grabbed the door knob in order to storm out of their apartment.
Quinn felt all the anger drain immediately from her body. It was almost like an out of body experience. She was completely calm and collected and knew exactly what needed to be done. She took 3 quick steps over to Rachel and grabbed her by her ear. Thanking whatever God was listening that her wife had already taken her earrings out for the evening.
"I warned you Rachel and now you are going to be one sorry young lady." Quinn led her wife by the ear into the living room depositing her in the oversized arm chair. Rachel looked stunned. She had never seen Quinn like this. They had some loud arguments over the years between their temperaments but she had NEVER seen her wife be so calm, determined and stern. It was both scary and sexy at the same time.
Quinn stood in front of Rachel with her hands on her hips and her hazel eyes flashing, "you have pushed me too far Rachel, way too far! I took this job for you because I love you and wanted to protect you and guide you and you have behaved like an incredibly selfish spoiled brat the entire time. There has been no appreciation for my sacrifices at all. Do you really think I don't understand how challenging this role is? How afraid of it you are? Do you really have such little faith in yourself or even me? Do you think I would ever let you fail or get hurt as long as I was around?" She stopped her lecture and paced around the room for a minute to collect her thoughts.
She came back and stood in front of Rachel again, "Every single one of our friends, warned me not to take this job, but I did, for you, because I believe in you and I love you, but I made mistakes too! I underestimated your need for someone to take charge. I should have taken control of this situation the first day but I kept waiting for your confidence to build. For you to see how truly spectacular you are in this role. How right it is for you. That never happened and I can see now that was my fault. I fell into the same trap your fathers did, Mr. Shue did, and everyone else around you does. Everyone is so awed by your talent they let you get away with murder. God, even I have done it. I have seen how vulnerable and fragile you can be and all my instincts call out to me to hold you, love you, and protect you. The problem was I didn't see the biggest threat to you was yourself and your incredibly childish and unprofessional behavior. I let this escalate and that was my mistake, one I intend to correct immediately."
Rachel started to speak up at that point, getting angry again at being called a child and unprofessional to boot but Quinn raised her eyebrow, held her hand up and glared at her so Rachel was intimidated back into silence.
"That all ends tonight young lady, there are consequences for your behavior and your diva tantrums and your disrespectful yelling at me at the theater and especially for what you just said to me at that front door. I have never spoken to you like that EVER and I guarantee you will never speak to me like that again either by the time we are finished here."
Rachel realized what she had said and felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over her and her face turned red with embarrassment.
"Rachel, you are to go over to that corner and stand there until I tell you to come out." Quinn pointed to the corner in the living room.
Rachel stared at Quinn like she had grown two heads. What had happened? This situation had totally gotten out of control, "Quinn, sweetie…." Rachel wheedled.
"No Rachel, the time for talking is over, you need to listen to me and you need to listen to me right now. Go Stand In The Corner, Now!" Quinn said firmly, quietly and with a stern edge to her voice.
"I most certainly will not, I am your wife, not your daughter and we will discuss this like grown-ups in the morning after we have both had a good night sleep." Rachel stood up out of the chair.
Quinn grabbed her arm gently and turned her around and gave her a very hard swat on her lovely rear end.
Rachel gasped and put her hand back to cover her vulnerable backside, "What was that for?"
"That was for arguing with me, ignoring my direct instructions and trying to wiggle out of the just punishment you have coming."
All of a sudden Rachel realized just how much trouble she was truly in and tried to charm her way out of it, "Baby…" She tried cajolingly.
"Rachel, you have until I count to three to get your butt into that corner or I am going to put you over my knee for disobeying me, then you will stand in the corner until I say otherwise, and then you will get the real spanking you have coming to you for your behavior for the last few weeks and for telling me to fuck myself. Your choice, but I would strongly recommend you just listen for once in your hard-headed life and go stand in the corner!"
Rachel was astounded. She had so many thoughts going through her head that she couldn't believe what was happening and how she had lost control of this situation so quickly. She still couldn't believe that Quinn was seriously going to spank her. So in her panic she made her final bad decision, "I have no idea what's come over you but I will not be treated like a…" That was the last thing she had been able to get out of her mouth.
The next thing she knew Quinn was seated on the large ottoman and Rachel was draped over her lap staring at the carpeting. She felt Quinn quickly take down her sweats and panties and she felt the cold breeze on her bare backside.
Before she could even comprehend how she had wound up in that position she felt Quinn's hand descend on her bare bottom. She heard the crack of skin on skin and then she felt red hot pain. She immediately got furious. "Quinn Berry-Fabray, unhand me this minute, I will not tolerate this level of abuse from my own wife."
Quinn's hand kept descending in a staccato rhythm of spanks, causing the red hot heat to start to spread all over her exposed backside. "Abuse Rachel, do you want to talk about abuse, how about screaming at me in public, how about telling me to fuck myself in my own home, how about refusing to listen to one single thing I have had to say for weeks?" She kept up her steady smacks through her entire speech.
Rachel stopped noticing her anger and started to notice that this was painful and embarrassing. She let out a few pained squeaks when Quinn gave a few smacks to the painful spot where thigh meets backside. She started to squirm trying to get away from Quinn's firm hand. "Ok, stop, please stop I will stand wherever you tell me to!" She yelled out loud after a particular painful volley. After what felt like forever but was actually only about a minute, Quinn stopped and took stock of Rachel's bright pink bottom. She laid her hand on it and felt the heat.
She gave no comfort, instead she stood up abruptly and took Rachel by the arm and walked her over to the corner. "My sweats Quinn!" Rachel begged as she noticed them on the floor, she didn't realize she had kicked them off.
"You won't need them! Now get your nose in that corner, no squirming, and hands at your side, no rubbing your bottom and do not move until I get back!" She said menacingly into Rachel's ear. "Do you understand me?"
"Quinn, I don't understand any of this!" Rachel cried.
Quinn gave Rachel another very sharp smack to her already sore backside, "My, you are a very slow learner tonight, the answer is Yes, Ma'am. Now let's try again, . Rachel Barbra Berry-Fabray?"
"Yes, Ma'am" Rachel shuddered starting to cry.
"Good! Now stand there until I get back!" Quinn walked off into their bedroom.
B*S*B*S*B*S
Santana had not surprisingly arrived home before her beautiful wife. She knew the drill. She got changed into something that would be more comfortable with a sore ass and went and stood in the corner and waited for Brittany to come home.
She had been there about 10 minutes when her cellphone started playing Quinn's ringtone. Santana was torn, she could not be out of the corner when Brittany arrived but was curious why Quinn was calling her now after their conversation today.
"Shit, shit, shit" Santana abruptly made up her mind and made a mad dash for her cell and back into the corner.
"Not a good time Q." She said quickly.
"I don't know what to do now!" Quinn was speaking in a hushed voice and sounded a little freaked out.
"About what?" Santana said curiously.
"I did it San, Rachel tried to walk out of our apartment while I was trying to reason with her and I told her to stay put and she told me to fuck myself and I tried to make her stand in the corner and she wouldn't listen to me so I spanked her and put her in the corner and said I would be right back to finish but I don't know what to do now!" Quinn finished all breathless.
"Jesus Christ! Well that was your first mistake; you tried to reason with a crazy hobbit."
"Not helping Santana." Quinn growled.
"You actually listened to me! I don't fucking believe it, you never listen to me!" Santana walked away from the corner completely forgetting that her own butt was in jeopardy and wandered over to sit on the loveseat in shock.
"You're the expert, what do I do now after she stands in the corner?" Quinn said desperately.
"Ok, hold on let me think, how bad was the first spanking and what was it for exactly?" Santana reasoned.
"I warned her to listen to me about getting into the corner and she tried to walk away and go to bed. I just sorta reacted and next thing I know she is over my knee and I am smacking her bare ass with my hand, which hurts by the way." Quinn explained, "It was just for a minute or so and she is mostly pink but her butt is warm to the touch."
"Well you promised her another spanking so this one has to be a little harder and worse, until her ass is red mostly. Do you have something to use; a paddle, a big wooden hairbrush, a strap of some kind?" Santana was thinking out loud.
"No, not really prepared for this kind of thing." Quinn said desperately looking around the bedroom. She noticed Rachel's Prada red patent leather flats lying over by the closet door looking like they had been casually kicked off.
"I have Rachel's Prada's." She said suddenly, "You know the red patent leather flats?"
Santana chuckled out loud, "now that would be a fitting sort of ironic justice now wouldn't it, Ms. Diva Berry getting paddled by her own Prada's."
"Well, what do I do?"
"Fuck sake Q, I gotta do everything for you, would you like me to come over and spank her for you too?" The Latina huffed out becoming irritated with her clueless best friend, "Ok fine, listen, you want to punish her not beat her, so you make her tell you why she is in trouble and you use the shoes to spank her. Pay attention to how she is reacting and if her ass is getting red. Do not let her little actress tears and her apologies make you stop too soon or you won't have gotten the point across, ok? You'll know when she has reached her limit. You know the hobbit better than anyone! Just trust your instincts. You're not still pissed are you?"
"No, now I am just disappointed in her and upset with myself for letting it get this far."
"Ok good, you don't ever want to punish her when you're pissed, it's not right. That's why corner time is good or send her to her room, it gives both of you time to chill first and think." Santana heard keys jingling, "Oh shit, that's Britt, I gotta go, good luck." Santana threw her cellphone on the loveseat and sprinted back to the corner trying to look like she had been there all night.
Brittany opened the door and was pleased to see Santana in the corner. She forced a stern expression on her face and put her belonging down. "Have you had time to consider your behavior this morning Santana Pierce-Lopez?"
"Yes Ma'am" Santana answered humbly. "I was wrong to thrown a temper tantrum and say bad things about Rachel and Q, but I am really so sorry I broke your candle holder, I know you loved it, I was just so angry."
Brittany swallowed back her tears, she really had loved that gift, "You didn't break it Santana, you picked it up and threw it like a 5 year old who didn't get her own way and we have addressed your temper on numerous occasions."
"Yes Ma'am, I know I am sorry, really I am."
"Come here Santana." Brittany said from her spot in the living room.
Santana left her spot and walked slowly over to stand in front of the love of her life, never looking up from the floor.
"Look at me please." Brittany said softly and gently making Santana feel worse than ever. Brittany waited until Santana made eye contact. "Do you agree that you need to be punished for your behavior?" Santana nodded. Brittany quirked her eyebrow and Santana piped up, "Yes Ma'am, I do agree."
Brittany sighed, she hated this part but Santana depended on her and she wouldn't let her down. As easy as it would be to give in to the honey colored raven haired beauty in front of her. She also understood that a Santana without limits was a desperately unhappy woman and their marriage would never survive that for long.
"Go and get the wooden bathroom brush please Santana." Brittany ordered in a no nonsense tone.
Santana looked up in panic forgetting her place, "No please Britts not that horrible thing, it hurt something awful that last time. I had trouble sitting for days after. " Santana paled visibly and begged. That thing was wicked and she had no desire to repeat that punishment.
"This is not your decision to make Santana, now let's get this over with before you do or say something to make this even worse, if that is even possible. You were awful this morning. You were rude and childish, you called your best friends terrible names, you ignored me and I gave you plenty of chances to stop yelling and then you purposefully threw something that you knew was important to me, a gift from you that I loved that cannot be replaced!" Brittany finished, her voice cracking slightly.
Santana just nodded her head and turned around to go get the hateful implement that would soon be blistering her backside. "Fuck my life, why can't I ever learn?" She muttered to herself on the way to the expansive bathroom. At least Rachel was getting her ass spanked as well tonight and that gave her some comfort, she thought with an evil grin.
To be continued… what do you think?