A/N Just some domestic mother/daughter F/f discipline, don't like don't read. Don't own Glee or the characters.
Thanks for the great idea for this chapter from MadQuinn13. Takes place during the Blame it on the Alcohol episode. Big thanks to NayaFan for filling in my blank memory spots about the episode. The timeline is my own.
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Santana walked into school with the biggest hangover of her life. She only remembered the first part of Rachel's party and nothing after she saw Brittany and Artie together. If dying was an option it would be a blessing; her head was pounding, her eyes burned, her throat hurt, her mouth was as dry as a desert and every movement made her feel queasy. Missing school was not an option; it would have made her Mamí suspicious. Throwing on a pair of sunglasses, she was going to power her way through this day.
Walking down the hall with some of her other hung-over friends she told them about last night. How her mother had heard her dry heaving and she told her she was doing bird calls. She still couldn't believe she got away with that one. She just had to make it through the day and the assembly on alcohol awareness and she could go home and sleep.
Santana caught herself sleeping a few times in class. Only waking when her head jerked and her neck snapped, the brunette swore she was never going to drink on a school night ever again. At least Puck's parties were on the weekends. The Latina thought about how stupid she had been to go home drunk last night. She always had slept over Q or B's house after one of Puck's parties. Her Mamí was very strict about certain things and teenage drinking was way up on top of her list.
She broke out in a cold sweat when she thought about what might have happened to her; her mother would beat her ass if she found out she had been drunk and then had gotten in a car with Sam who had also been drinking. At least she was pretty sure Sam drove her home, she really didn't remember that well.
It was finally time for the assembly and they were going to perform Tik Tok by Ke$ha, she wasn't really sure why that song was chosen for Alcohol Awareness assembly since it made drinking sound pretty badass but oh well, whatever. It was a cool song and Brittany's choreography was awesome. New Directions could dance the shit out of that song in their sleep.
Standing backstage, Rachel showed up with a thermos of booze; she said it was all the leftover booze from her party, cough syrup and crumbled up Oreo's. It sounded disgusting but it felt good catching a buzz and her mother didn't have a clue and everyone else was drinking even Fabray who had a perpetual stick up her ass. "Why shouldn't I have some fun? Everyone else does!" She felt a momentary qualm about drinking on school property but dismissed it and drank with everyone else, "Hmmm once you get past the first sip, it's not so bad." She muttered to Sam who nodded and drank with her, both of them grimacing at the taste of the potent beverage, but chugging as much as they could to catch a quick buzz.
She would have been fine if Brittany hadn't puked all over Rachel. Normally that would have been funny as hell but when she saw Brittany getting sick and smelled it, it was all over for her. She totally lost it as well and it brought an ignoble end to the entire assembly. Limping backstage she found an empty trashcan and hurled until her ribs hurt and her stomach was empty.
The brunette couldn't believe Figgins was so stupid but thank god, there would have been no way to explain getting suspended for drinking at school. Santana knew she wouldn't have had to worry about applying for college because her Mamí would have killed her, not even her Papí could have saved her life.
She smirked and rolled her eyes when she agreed to sign Mr. Schue's agreement not to drink till after Nationals. Santana knew she could do that, she was on a lucky streak it seemed.
She walked in her front door absolutely relieved this week was almost over, she just wanted to shower and take some aspirin and take a nap. Walking past the kitchen on her way to the stairs she was startled when her Mamí called out to her, "Mija can you come into the kitchen I'd like to speak to you."
The younger Latina panicked for a minute but knew there was no way her mother knew about school, "I'm kinda disgusting Mamí, I was just going to take a shower first."
"No Santana, this can't wait any longer, please come here now!" She said firmly but not unkindly.
Santana's heart pounded in her chest, "Sure Mamí." She put her nose down by her chest to see how bad she reeked but she couldn't really tell, "Play it cool Santana, play it cool. She doesn't know anything." She walked partway into the kitchen and leaned on the wall and crossed her arms, trying not to get too close to her mother, "What's up?" She asked politely.
Maribel looked nervous, she was folding and refolding a cloth napkin and seemed afraid to ask something. Santana felt her heart pounding again, maybe this wasn't about her.
"Mamí, is everything alright? It's not Abuela is it? Nothing happened?" She said panicking.
Maribel's dark eyes shot up at the concern in her daughter's voice and she quickly shook her head, "Not baby, Abuela is fine, it's not that." She refolded the napkin, set in on the table and patted it firmly quickly coming to a decision, "Your father and I are not the Fabray's. Do you understand mija?"
"I know that, why would I think you were?" The teen was confused and hung-over and her head was pounding.
"I just mean that you can tell me anything and I would never turn my back on you." She said pleadingly to her daughter.
The girl panicked, could her mother have figured out she was gay? She hadn't slipped once; her parent's seemed to like Sam. Looking into her mother's dark loving eyes she nodded, "I know that."
They stood there looking at each other for a long moment, Santana was thoroughly confused and Maribel was embarrassed and seemed to be waiting for the teen to tell her something. Finally Santana broke the stalemate, "Well thanks for the talk Mamí, I'm going to go shower now." She turned to run from the room, glad to have escaped the confusing tension in the room.
Her mother's voice stopped her, well actually it was her words that stopped her, "Santana are you pregnant?"
The teen skidded to a stop and nearly choked, "WHAT! F.. no! I mean, sorry, of course not! Why would you ask that?"
Maribel stood up from the table, "You don't have to be afraid, you can talk to me baby."
"Mamí, I am not pregnant, I swear to God!" she said vehemently, "Why would you ask me that?"
"I know you were sick last night. Did you really think I was stupid enough to believe you were practicing bird calls?" Maribel said sadly, "I would never throw you out or disown you. You are our only child. I love you with all my heart, if you are in trouble you can count on me and your father to love you and support you."
Santana let out a relieved exhale, "Mamí, I swear to you I am not pregnant. I'm fine! Last night was just something that didn't agree with me from Rachel's Glee party. I love you too and believe me I know you are not the Fabray's, thank God!"
Maribel burst out in relieved laughter and nearly ran to embrace her daughter. Santana froze, she was trapped. Holding her breath and praying her mother didn't smell anything she hurriedly hugged her mother, patted her on the back and tried to break away. She almost got away.
The Latina woman noticed that her daughter was acting very peculiar for the last few days. Something was off with her. Just as Santana went to beat a hasty retreat, Maribel caught just a hint of what smelled like alcohol. She grabbed the girl's arm as she tried to head up the stairs, "Why are you in such a hurry to shower?" She asked in her interrogator voice.
Santana's heart sunk, she was a terrible liar where her mother was concerned. She always got caught. Shrugging seemed to be her safest noncommittal option at this point.
"What is that smell on you?" Maribel leaned closer to her daughter, she noticed Santana holding her breath. She grabbed her shirt front and pulled her down close to her own face, "Breathe!" She ordered.
The teens eyes went big and round with panic and Maribel knew she was on the right track, "Santana Bianca Lopez, I said breathe."
Santana complied and Maribel knew she was right, she had smelled alcohol, her eyes flashed fire and she said in a shocked voice, "You've been drinking!" The teen opened her mouth to deny it but one look at her mother's furious face and she knew better than to lie to her face.
Maribel still had hold of her daughter's shirt, "Did you skip school today?" she said fiercely. The teen shook her head no sadly. "You were drinking at school?" the older woman said in a scandalized voice.
The older Latina stood there staring at her daughter who was trying to casually extricate herself from her mother's grip. The teen was not answering and not looking her in the eyes either which was always a bad sign. All of a sudden, a light went off in Maribel's head, "Last night! Bird calls! You were drunk last night!" It was not a question, it all made sense now.
She spun her daughter around and planted three hard swats to her backside, "I want answers young lady." She walked her daughter over to the corner and stood here there, "You stand here, I need to calm down. When I come back downstairs you had better be prepared to tell me the truth." Walking from the kitchen, Maribel headed upstairs to her room.
Santana peeked over her shoulder making sure her Mamí was really gone; she reached back and massaged her stinging ass.
"No rubbing!" Maribel yelled from the top of the stairs.
The teen jumped back into place, it was scary how her Mamí did shit like that. She knew everything.
Santana knew she was going to get it, she hadn't seen her mother this upset with her in a long time. Her mother was adamant about underage drinking and what she would do to her if she caught her. The brunette could feel her stomach roiling and fluttering. She hated being in the corner waiting to be punished, it made her feel like she was 10 years old again.
After what seemed like forever, she heard her mother coming back down the stairs and she felt her entire body clench. This was going to be awful; not just the spanking but seeing her mother look disappointed in her. That hurt just as bad as the spanking just in a different way. Sometimes she wished her mother could be more like Judy Fabray. The blonde mother didn't give a shit what Quinn did.
"Santana come over here please." Her mother said sternly.
The teen turned and almost had a heart attack when she saw her mother's big wooden hairbrush sitting on the kitchen table. That hairbrush had been threatened for only the most severe transgressions and had never been used. Just the threat had always been enough to bring Santana quickly back in line. Her Mamí's hand hurt bad enough, let alone the wooden spoon, she had never wanted to get to know the hairbrush.
She walked over to her mother slowly knowing she was going to her doom, at least she didn't have to worry about wearing that awful Cheerios outfit and those tight spanks on a sore backside. She was choked up and nearly cried walking over to her mother. Standing next to her she kept her eyes on the floor.
"Were you drinking last night?" Maribel questioned.
"Yes ma'am." Santana said softly.
"And that's why you were sick last night?" Her mother continued.
"Yes ma'am."
"You were drinking at school today?"
"It was only a little bit Mamí, everyone did, it was before we had to do this assembly dance, I didn't get drunk or anything, I swear it was just one small glassful just because everyone else did." She tripped over her own tongue trying to explain, she knew how badly Maribel would take her drinking at school.
"And if everyone jumped off a bridge into the Ohio River, I suppose you would jump too? What have we talked to you about peer pressure? You're a smart girl mija, who sometimes does very stupid things."
Santana involuntarily rolled her eyes; she had heard about jumping in the river about a million times and had always thought it was a stupid analogy.
Her mother was not so appreciative of her eye-rolling insolence and her voice shot out like a crack, "Do NOT roll your eyes at me young lady. You are in enough trouble today without being disrespectful on top of it."
"Sorry Mamí." She schooled her irritation and tried to look contrite, it wasn't an easy look for her to pull off.
Maribel sighed heavily, "Santana look at me." She waited until her daughter's dark eyes met hers, "I am not some old dinosaur. I remember what's it's like to be a teenager. I understand about experimenting and trying new things and rebelling. I even did some of those things and I know what your abuela did to me! I couldn't sit for days!"
She crossed her arms across her chest, "This was different; you got drunk at a party on a school night, I'm assuming you got a ride home with someone else who was drinking, you got drunk enough to be sick then you lied to me about it, you drank at school. Do you know how dangerous this is? You could have been killed last night mija. This stunt today; you could have been expelled, it would have gone on your permanent record, it could have seriously impacted your future! Do you understand that? Do you even think of consequences when you do something serious like this?"
Santana had felt her mother's concern and disappointment wash over her in a wave of shame. She had her head down and she felt tears dripping from her eyes. In actuality she really hadn't thought of any of those things, "I'm sorry Mamí, I wasn't thinking."
"I know mija that is my job. To make sure that you do think of these things the next time the situation comes up. I love you and I want you safe and I want you to have a good and happy future." Maribel said lovingly, "I guarantee though that you will certainly remember today the next time you consider underage drinking." She finished firmly.
The teen looked up and met her mother's eyes, "Please Mamí, I understand. I'm too old to be spanked; none of my other friends get spanked. Please just give me another chance; I won't drink again until I'm 21 years old I promise." She said desperately.
"I'm sorry Santana, you know my rules and you chose to break them. Now come hear please." She said firmly.
"Mamí?" The teenager whined. Her mother just raised her eyebrows and waited and Santana knew she had lost this argument. She placed herself over her mother's lap and waited.
"I'm using the wooden spoon as a warm up instead of my hand today. I think this is serious enough to rate a serious spanking, one you won't soon forget."
Santana tried to squirm off, "oh hell no" she thought to herself, but it was too late. Her mother had her arm wrapped firmly around her waist holding her tight against her stomach. She felt her reach up and pull down her sweats and her panties and hook one leg over Santana's. The teen closed her eyes in dread and took a deep breath; this was going to be bad.
She saw her mother grab the spoon and the next thing she knew it felt like her backside was being stung by a hive of bees. The swats were hard and stingy and she hurt from the start. She squirmed and bucked but she was being held tight. If she could have thought clearly, she would have wondered how her mother got to be so strong. The spoon was raining fire down on her backside and warmth was radiating from the center out. As the spoon landed on one spot, the heat would bloom and it would sting and then she would land on another spot. Santana was crying but she was keeping it together, she was too old to cry like a baby over her mother's lap.
Maribel saw the all over pink glow and knew her daughter was sufficiently warmed up. She picked up the hairbrush and felt it's weight. Her memory went back to her own trips over her mother's knee and the hated hairbrush and she felt badly for a minute for her daughter. She thought to herself, "Better for her to cry over my knee than for her father and I to cry at her graveside!" Steeling her resolve and wiping her own tear away with her shoulder, she hefted the brush back and swung it hard. She intended to do this fast and hard and make an impression her little tough cookie would never forget.
The sound of wood splatting on bare flesh shot through the kitchen and Santana jumped and yelled out, "Son of a bitch!"
Maribel stopped, "I beg your pardon, would you like your mouth washed out with soap when we are finished here?" She said sternly.
Santana was crying loudly, "No Mamí, I'm sorry, it hurts!"
"I know mija and I'm sorry, it hurts me to do this but it's a punishment, it's supposed to hurt." She continued to crack the hairbrush down in a steady rhythm. She covered her backside in even firm strokes; the top left, the top right, the bottom left, the bottom right, the middle, the left sit spot, the right sit spot. Santana was bawling and kicking, "I'm sorry, please no more, I won't drink, no please." Her begging was to no avail.
Maribel stopped and spoke one last time, "I am very disappointed in you Santana. I don't ever want to have to punish you for this again. I will not lose you. Do you understand me Santana?"
The teen was sniffling and wriggling, glad for the reprieve but so anxious to get this finished. She needed to get upstairs and be able to rub her very sore backside, "Yes Mamí, I understand and I am so sorry." She sobbed out. She clenched up in anticipation. Her mother rubbed her back gently.
"Relax mija, we are almost finished here." She waited until she saw the muscles in Santana's rear relax and she unleashed hell on her backside, it was a solid very long painful minute of fire.
The Latina bucked up in surprise at the torrent her mother unleashed and wriggled and squirmed to escape the punishing wood but there was no escape for her. It felt like forever and she finally broke and quit fighting and just lay over Maribel's lap and cried.
Maribel saw her daughter hit her limit and stopped immediately. She loved her daughter's fighting spirit, her passion, her mercurial personality and never wanted to break that. It was just a very important lesson she wanted her to learn.
Setting the brush down on the table and suddenly aware of her own spilt tears, she rubbed San's back as she sobbed. Gently she helped her up and carefully sat her on her lap. Santana's arms instantly encircled her mother's neck as she cried. Maribel rubbed her hand slowly up and down her back and she rocked her soothingly, "It's all over mija and I'm so proud of you baby. This is a hard lesson to learn, I know."
She let her beautiful daughter cry as she sat there remembering so many milestones in Santana's life. She would be grownup and moving away soon. It was her most important job as a parent to make sure her daughter was prepared for everything the big dangerous world would throw Santana's way. She prayed she was doing a good job.
"Come on baby, let's go upstairs. Would you like to lie in my bed with me for a while?" The teen sniffled loudly and nodded. She loved her mother's bed, the comfort of the cool sheet and the way it carried the scent that was so familiar and comforting. It had been a long time since she had cuddled in her mother's bed with her.
Santana woke up curled up against the warm body of her adored Mamí, she was holding onto her shirt front and her head was on her chest. Maribel's soft brown eyes looked down lovingly, "How are you feeling mija?"
The teen blushed a little, embarrassed at the fuss she had made during her spanking, "Sore but I'll live."
Her mother snorted, "That you will baby. I love you so much Santana and I always will, no matter what you do. I hope you understand how much your father and I love you."
"I do and I love you both so much. I'm so sorry I disappointed you."
"It's all over baby, you've been punished and it's all over. Thank god the worst thing to have come from all this is a sore backside eh mija?" She said lovingly.
"And thank god I'm not pregnant?" Santana teased with a smirk.
Maribel reached down and playfully swatted her very sore bottom causing Santana to jump, "Yes and thank god you're not pregnant! Yet, I still want grandbabies someday!" She chuckled.
The teen felt a wave of guilt wash over her about hiding her love for Brittany, oh well that would be a conversation for another day if ever. She curled back into her mother's side and felt safe, loved and cherished. She sighed and started to fall back into a comfortable sleep.