I do not own Glee or any of the original Glee characters, it all belongs to RIB and Fox.
Thank you for all the reviews, I enjoy hearing what you guys think :)
Just a warning, this chapter contains a lot of adult content so isn't suitable for minors.
Italics are in flashbacks. For K,J & Squishy.
Chapter 7
Santana leans her head back as the hot bath water soothes her knotted muscles, letting out a contented sigh and closing her eyes.She allows her body to relax, the aroma of the lavender bubble bath filling her nostrils. The Latina keeps her eyes closed as she hears her wife enter the bathroom, smiling when Quinn's soft hand brushes over her stomach, tracing little patterns over her abs. Her hand shoots out, grabbing the blonde's as she attempts to dip her hand lower. Brown eyes finally open, sternly warning Quinn, who knows better than you try and mix sex with punishment. Pouting ever so slightly, the blonde pleadingly gazes at her wife, the Latina not backing down.
"No Quinn" she tells her firmly, "today isn't about that. You know better." Hazel eyes drop in disappointment at the chastisement."How come you're awake so early anyway?"
"Well you did make me go to bed at seven thirty last night so it's no real surprise that I'm awake" the blonde grumbles.
"You needed to rest" Santana states simply and Quinn rolls her eyes with a scoff. "You don't think you do?" the Latina asks sarcastically.
"Of course I do" the blonde snaps, earning a reproving look from her wife. "I'm not an idiot"
"For someone who's about to go over my knee, your attitude is terrible this morning" the brunette remarks, "I understand that you are impatient to get it over with but you were still asleep when I woke up, I would have waited to come in the bath had you been awake. I'd like you to into the living room and get ready for your spanking please Quinn" Santana orders firmly, "I will be ready in fifteen minutes and I expect you to be too" the Latina watches as her wife leaves the bathroom, a dejected look on her pretty features. Sighing, she pulls the plug and grabs her towel, climbing out of the bath-tub and wrapping it around her. Walking into her bedroom, she makes quick work of drying her tanned body. She drops the towel into the hamper and quckly applies her deodorant before moving to stand naked in front of her close, looking for something comfortable to wear. After throwing on some underwear, followed by a pair of sweats and a tank top, she flops down onto their bed, still having five minutes to kill.
Quinn watches shyly as Santana tapes the list of rules onto the inside of the closet door of the guest bedroom, Quinn's bedroom now. The turns back to face her, closing the door behind her, immediately noticing the apprehension on her friend's face. "Hey, you ok Q? You're not gonna pass out again?" she asks in a panic, ready to catch her if she needs to. The pink haired girl merely shakes her head as she sinks done to sit on the edge of her bed. "Quinn.. What's wrong?" The girl looks up at Santana, noticing the concern clouding her eyes and feeling bad. "There's nothing wrong, I promise. I just...it's awkward, nevermind" Quinn sighs, avoiding all eye contact with the Latina. "You can tell me anything"The brunette murmurs softly, sitting next to her friend on the bed. "Is it about the rules?"
"Kinda, I guess" the paler girl whispers, a blush creeping onto her face. "The rules are to prevent this stuff happening again but..." Quinn sighs, growing frustrated with herself. "What about this time?" she adds quickly and Santana has to bite her lip to stop herself vocalising how damn cute it is. The Latina watches her friend, trying to find any sign of confusion on her face, not finding any."You want to be punished for this? Do you really think that's fair? This hasn't happened before, do you really want me to punish you for making a mistake once?" Santana presses, Quinn screwing up her face as she thinks about it. "I never really thought about it like that" she admits, glancing towards the Latina next to her. "But if I break the rules from now on.." "There will be some sort of punishment for it" the brunette confirms. They are silent for a few minutes, both girls deep in thought, Santana thinking about the huge responsibility she has taken on whereas Quinn's thoughts have taken a less serious turn. "Do you still have that peroxide?"she finally asks causing Santana to break out into a grin, chuckling slightly as she nods.
0-00-0
Quinn forces herself to stand still as she faces the corner, her nose inches away from touching it with her hands by her side. The routine is still the same as ten years ago, the same as the very first time. Pull a chair from the kitchen into the livingroom, move the coffee table out of the way, grab the hairbrush and place it on the chair before moving to stand in the corner until Santana tells her otherwise. Quinn listens as Santana comes out of the bedroom and walking into the kitchen, only to exit again and walk to the livingroom a few seconds later.
"Quinn, come into the kitchen please" the latina orders, disappearing back into the kitchen. The blonde follows her wife, finding her standing beside the table which has two sheets of paper and a pen laying on it's varnished surface. "Sit down" Quinn obeys instantly, sitting in front of the sheets of paper. Santana places the original list of rules onto the table, it's dog-eared edges curling up. "I want you to copy the list out, we need a fresher copy. One to keep on the back of our bedroom door and one for you to carry in your purse" Santana says, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Yes ma'am" Quinn replies submissively as she begins to write, aware that the latina is watching her like a hawk. In a final effort to lessen her punishment, the blonde writes in her best cursive, ignoring the fact that they had used Santana's scribbled one for a leans against the kitchen counter as her wife writes out fresh copies of their rule list, having to fight back a smile at Quinn's concentration face. She watches as the blonde slides one finished list towards her with a tentative look, giving her a reassuring nod to continue. After she is finished both sheets, Santana checks them before handing the two fresh sheets back to her wife.
"Put one on the back of our door and one in your purse" she tells her, the blonde immediately complying while Santana picks up the old piece. She sighs, folding it up and putting it into her pocket, not able to bring herself to throw a huge part of their history out. The Latina takes a deep breath, huffing the air out loudly as she mentally prepares herself to punish her wife. Pushing all thoughts out of her head, Santana walks into the livingroom, sitting down on the straight backed chair just as Quinn exits the bedroom. The blonde swallows nervously as she closes the gap between them, coming to a stop in front of her wife, her eyes down. Completely in a submissive headspace.
"Look at me please" Santana's voice holds a lot of authority and Quinn's eyes snap up almost of their own accord. "Why are you being punished?"
Alright guys, let me know what you think, there should be an extra long chapter up by noon UK time :)
