I don't own glee.
A/N: Sorry if this was late. I got a review from
Sorry this note was long, but enjoy this.
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"Thanks, Tina."
Rory hesitantly nibbled at his food, reflecting on what just happened. After finishing half the plate, he wasn't in the mood to eat anymore. He just wanted a nap.
Tina took him up to her room and tucked him in gently. She kissed his forehead, wishing him a good sleep. He turned to his side comfortably, nodding into the pillow.
Finally. He trusted her. Now, he would be much easier to control.
But, he must always remember that she was boss. If she moved slowly into teaching him, he would not attack back.
She would still give him the spankings each night, and when he deserved them. There was nothing wrong with it; only tickling had benefits too. That would also continue to be a part of the routine. And if he go out of hand, she would prove her dominance.
Tina plopped in a chair with her laptop and logged into MySpace, grinning at her plans. She would now chat with many friends and try to find someone to help her plot.
If Rory was grouchy, she would seduce him and ease his mind into good behavior by giving him a blowjob or handjob. He was a very perverted boy, so maybe just flicking his nipple once in a while would get his attention.
Oh, and speaking of perverted, she could use him for relief when she was too damn horny to masturbate. She could do erotic play. She already got a hoot from the dominance - including forced diapering and discipline - and so she knew that he would easily give in and would be so damn worth it!
Her excitement was heightened when she found no one online. She should have been disappointed, but actually she was proud. She would have Rory to herself!
"Tina?" she heard a groggy murmur. Rory was awake. He saw 11:44 on the clock, but wasn't even ready for lunch.
"What, Rory Boo?"
The name sent shivers down his entire body. "W-Well, I am awake."
She chuckled, "I guessed so." She stood and went to the bed, where she sat on the edge. "Rory, I am going to give you five quick spankings."
"Why?" He didn't know what to think. What did he do wrong? He was glad that she decided to confront him in a calm and gentle manner, but he was also a little upset about the fact that he was going to be beat with a belt or brush - or possibly a new weapon - for no known reason.
"So you only have to take five tonight instead of ten. Thinking it might be easier for both of us. Want to do that?"
He was grateful of her kind offer. He would take it. He would let her give him a few knocks to the ass. He crawled over and laid across her lap, his ass slightly raised. Ready. But first, he urged to ask, "What will you use?"
"What do you prefer I use?"
"Hand. It does not sting as bad as a belt, and it does not hurt terribly like the brush."
Again, she would not let him take control. She had been already too nice by doing this. "I'm using my slipper."
"Okay."
She grasped his dressed ass, feeling how soft, though a little cold, it had been. It wouldn't be cold for long. She rubbed his enitre rear, preparing it for the next five to ten seconds of torture. He let his arms dangle, his fingertips about touching the carpet. She then stopped and clasped his entire waist in her arm and got a fuzzy pink slipper with the other hand. He instinctively began to squirm and try to break free, also kicking her in the process. She clasped tighter and dug her fingers into his lower belly, saying, "Hush, Rory. It's not that bad. It'll only hurt worse if you move around and stretch your skin."
"I am sorry," he sniffled, now still. "I am ready to start now."
"You are?"
He nodded. He wouldn't clench his fists or squeeze his eyes shut. He would just relax. Putting stress on himself would make it seem even worse.
She slammed the sole of the slipper against his rear, hearing him gasp. "Just four more and we are done." She repeated this four more times, only with him gasping louder each smack.
"May I get up now?" he sighed.
She pondered for a moment, and came up with the conclusion of, "No. We are going to do the last five while we are here."
"Please?"
"Please what?"
"Can we please do it later?"
"Please do what later?" She loved asking him that.
"My f-five span-spankings." She loved hearing him say that, also. She found it very amatory and erotic.
"Well... Hmm..."
He swung and swayed his foot along the carpet, also picking at it with his fingers, as he waited for her to decide.
"Well, okay, Rory," she said sympathetically. "We can wait. They are called nightly spankings for that reason, so..."
"May I ge-?"
"Yes, you may."
"I may what?" he said in a rude, mocking tone.
"Don't start that attitude with me or you'll get more spankings tonight. Now get up from my lap and go sit near the pillows. I will tuck you in again, and you will stay there until I tell you to move. Dow do you need a new diaper?"
Rory shook his head. He chose it was best to just stay silent. He pulled himself upright again and hustled to the headboard. She rolled the blanket back and gave him some time to assume a comfortable position before fixing the blanket. She asked him, "Are you sure you want to sit up?" She fixed the pillows also, laying them up the headboard and cushoning his head, neck and back.
Tina turned the TV on to Comedy Central for them both to enjoy, and hurried back to her laptop.