A/N Just some domestic mother/daughter F/f discipline, don't like don't read.

Takes place around the beginning of freshman year, before they join New Directions. The timeline is my own.

RATED M

Chapter 10

Santana was standing in the corner in the kitchen, wondering whatever possessed her to post those pictures and that stupid video on Facebook. Then she went and left her laptop open, and logged in to Rachel's MySpace page where she and Quinn had written all those nasty comments, well to be completely honest Quinn had written them but she had contributed most of the nasty nicknames and they used Santana's computer.

She had never seen her Mamí so upset. Maribel had spent a half an hour lecturing her about bullying and people's feelings and kindness completely in Spanish. Santana knew when her Mamí couldn't remember English she was in deep trouble.

Maribel Lopez was currently in the living room calling the Berry house. The shit was about to hit the fan. As soon as her mother found out her daughter was a first class bully she was off Cheerio's. Santana had to stifle tears at the thought of that, she loved being a cheerleader, not just for popularity sake although that was a perk, she loved the physicality of it, she loved the competition and the way she could make her body do things not many other people could. She loved the workouts and the way her muscles burned after a hard workout.

Santana dangerously ventured a quick look over her shoulder, trying to hear her mother but all she heard was a very low droning of her voice and nothing else. She sighed and laid her forehead against the wall of the corner. She had been standing here for a long time and her arms crossed behind her back were getting tired. Why did she have to go along with Quinn in the first place?

Flashback

Last Thursday had been like any other day; she got up and got to Cheerios practice early, she showered and got into uniform and was headed to her first class of the day when Quinn had grabbed her arm and held her back.

"Stupid freak Berry convinced Finn to join Homo Explosion with him. I don't understand him, he won't give on this, says he owes that idiot Spanish teacher something. I'll teach that little freak to try and steal my boyfriend." She hissed dangerously.

"I thought you were just dating him to be popular?" Santana shrugged, "Besides, he has you the prettiest girl in freshman class, why the hell would he want her when he has you?"

"Duh Lopez, clearly she puts out the little slut and exactly how popular am I going to be dating him while he's in the Loser club?"

"I heard her legs are welded together Q, I don't think she's putting out for him." The Latina said quietly.

The blonde turned at glared at her friend, "You are my best friend, are you going to help me or not?"

"You know I have your back Q." The brunette said seriously.

"Good, because being the best friend of the youngest Cheerios captain EVER, has benefits, like avoiding the bottom of the pyramid. It will do you good to remember that."

Santana's dark eyes flashed fire, "I said I would help you bitch because you are my best friend, you threaten me again and you can torment Berry and Bozo the Oaf all on your own. It will do you good to remember that!"

The blonde bit her lip, she didn't need a full on fist fight with the angry Latina, "Fine, so this is what we are going to do….."

Santana was pulled from her thoughts when her mother returned to the kitchen, "Lucky for you mija poor Rachel told me that this is the first time you and Quinn have ever done anything like this to her."

The younger Latina was grateful she was facing the wall when her mother said that, she knew she wouldn't have been able to keep the shock and surprise off her face at such a bold face lie. She didn't understand why Berry covered for them; if the situation was reversed she wouldn't have protected the irritating little brunette. Breathing a sigh of relief, she knew things would have been so much worse for her ass if Maribel had found out the bullying was not a onetime thing at all.

"Santana! Are you even listening to me? I will not ask you again to run upstairs and bring your laptop down here to the kitchen."

The brunette snapped into action, "Mamí, may I please change out of my uniform quickly please?" She said softly.

"Make it very quick, I want to see you back down here in less than 3 minutes." The mother said sternly.

Santana took off upstairs at an open run. She grabbed the laptop and changed into a pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt and was back downstairs in the allotted time.

She set the laptop on the kitchen table and stood by waiting for her mother's instructions.

"I want to see this video you posted again." Maribel looked at her daughter fiercely.

"Mamí please?" She started knowing watching it again was just going to make her mother angry all over again.

"Santana Bianca Lopez…. Do not make me ask you again."

The teen reached over and pulled up her Facebook page and found the video of Rachel being slushied.

Flashback

Santana was late for her first class because of Quinn Fabray and her stupid vendetta. The Latina didn't even know Rachel Berry that well, just that she was loud and obnoxious and for having two gay men for fathers she had the absolute worst fashion sense on the planet. She didn't really have anything against the girl personally but Quinn was her girl, so she had to back her play.

She found her seat next to Brittany and smiled at the blonde who smiled back and instantly warmed the Latina's heart. It could be in the middle of a zombie invasion and B could make her feel better.

The blonde pulled her chair closer and stuck out her pinkie and Santana took it, "How come you're late?"

Santana explained Quinn's little revenge plot and watched as Brittany's smile turned to a frown, "I don't think you should do it S."

"I have to B, she's the Cap and what she says goes. Besides she's been my friend as long as you have."

"I know and I don't really know this little loud person but your mom wouldn't like you hurting someone and you know it. You just got over being grounded like two weeks ago. We'll never get to see each other anymore and have more sweet lady kisses if you keep getting grounded." The tall blonde pouted.

"My mom won't find out B and then we can hang out again." Santana assured the girl.

Santana stood next to her mother watching the incriminating video and thought to herself, "Famous last words, My mom won't find out." She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity. It was clear she was the one filming as she dialogue with Quinn was loud and clear as was their laughter as the little diva got slammed with about five different flavors of slushies from five different angles.

Cringing, Santana watched it through her mother's eyes and wondered why she hadn't realized how demeaning it was, not to mention it looked rather painful.

Maribel turned to her daughter, "Remove this video at once Santana."

The teen complied immediately, "I'm sorry." She said softly.

"No mija, I think you feel badly that you were caught but I guarantee you will be sorry before bedtime." Maribel looked at her daughter and all Santana saw was disappointment, "Do you know all I can think of is how hurt and angry I would be if someone did such a thing to my own precious child. Can you imagine how that girl's parents must feel? Go to her MySpace page now."

Santana didn't want to go there, the worst insults were written there. Although there was no proof she was behind any of it, her mother knew she was at least viewing it so it was not hard to put two and two together.

"Mamí, I can't delete any of that, only Ber.. I mean Rachel can, since she owns the page."

"I want you to read me out loud the insults written on that page and imagine they are being said about you or your daughter or me or Brittany."

Santana read the insults out loud, knowing she had made up at least half of them and realizing she would rip someone's beating heart from their chest if they said such things about B or her Mamí.

Flashback

Quinn had arranged for the jocks to slushy Berry and she had arranged for the Cheerios to corner her in the hallway, only B had refused to participate, everyone else was terrified of incurring Q's wrath. Santana wouldn't allow Q to retaliate against B and they all knew it. The Latina stood there and filmed the whole thing, and then they edited it to music and made it even funnier by adding slow motion and other effects.

Honestly Santana hadn't given it a second thought and even laughed along with everyone else. She posted it on her page and hadn't really considered that her mother might see it.

"Santana I have never been so disappointed in you in my entire life. I understand peer pressure, but I cannot understand cruelty. I love you with all my heart and soul but this grieves me and I cannot believe you are capable of such disregard for another human's feelings. I love you mija but right now in this moment I don't like your behavior at all." She got up and walked over to the drawer and pulled out the big wooden spoon.

The teen knew it was coming but she cringed and her stomach plummeted. She knew she would be making a complete fool of herself over her mother's lap in about 5 minutes time.

Maribel pulled out the kitchen chair and sat down, straightening her pants, "Come Santana."

The girl placed herself in position and waited as her mother adjusted her to where she wanted her. She felt her mother's fingers grip her shorts and pull them down to her knees. She clenched her buttocks in anticipation of the first swat.

Maribel raised her hand high and came down firmly right in the middle of her left cheek. Without any delay she then brought her hand down firmly on the right cheek, the left sit spot, the right sit spot. Santana squirmed slightly and was rewarded with a firm swat right on her right thigh and left thigh. She squealed softly but understood the message, "quit squirming."

The older Latina usually lectured a bit before or during but she was not in the mood tonight. Her firm hard hand would do her talking for her. When she felt a sufficient warm up period had occurred she reached up and pulled her daughter's panties down to lay next to her jean shorts.

Santana knew her evening was about to get worse, fast. She wore the heavier jean shorts for some protection but feeling the cool evening air on her warm backside, she realized what little protection her heavier shorts had provided was now gone and her mother was just getting started.

The teen felt the difference immediately as Maribel determined to teach a lesson rapidly raised her arm up high and brought it down fast as lightening. She weaved a circular pattern around her daughter's slightly pink backside and continued with firm evenly spaced spanks until the backside glowed a bright very warm pink.

Maribel reached over and grabbed the spoon, "I would imagine that Rachel Berry is humiliated by what happened to her in that video and what was written on her page about her singing videos. I wonder how humiliating it would be to find a video of you being spanked on the internet. Do you realize how easy it is to destroy someone mija? Think about that while you are being punished."

She brought the spoon down hard and the loud sound of wood on bare backside echoed throughout the kitchen like a gunshot. Santana cried out and wiggled from side to side as she attempted to escape the onslaught of that awful wooden spoon being yielded by her very disappointed Mamí. Maribel kept up an exhausting rhythm and the staccato sounds of the spanking and her daughter's childish cries of apology and pain continued nonstop.

"I know mija, you are always sorry after your naughty backside has been caught and is being punished." Maribel punctuated her lecture with a loud spank directly in the center of a nearly rosy backside.

Santana howled, "Please Mamí, no more it was just a joke, please no more." She realized what she said as soon as it came out.

"A joke? I didn't see Rachel Berry laughing once in that awful video. If you still think it's a joke perhaps I haven't been teaching my lesson as well as I thought I had been."

She started to pepper the teen's backside with harder spanks as the girl nearly jumped off her mother's lap, the sobs now were incoherent as Santana kicked and cried sending her shorts and panties off her legs. The only conscious thought she had was the horrible burning in her backside, a burning for which there was no escape.

"Mamí, please, please no more." She sobbed as she gave in and stopped fighting and just that quickly it was over.

Her mother brought her up to sit on her lap, an action which forced fresh tears and sobs to escape her as she throbbing backside came into direct contact with the rough fabric of her Mamí's jeans.

"Look at me mija, you will apologize to Rachel Berry. You have lost the laptop, if you have homework it will be done down here on this table, I will be checking your cell phone daily, if I see any videos you will lose your phone privileges as well. Do you understand me?" she said firmly.

"Yes Mamí." She sniffled loudly.

"Would you like me to come lay with you for awhile mija?"

"Yes please Mamí." As much as it embarrassed her she needed the physical reminder of her mother's love as much as she needed the physical reminder of her rules.

The next day at school was another reminder of her mother's disappointment every time she sat on a hard chair. She had seen Brittany's look of sympathy and that was embarrassing that the blonde knew she had been spanked like a little girl.

She managed to get Rachel alone at lunch time having found from a terrified Kurt that she spent her lunch time alone in the choir room.

After an awkward apology, Santana turned to walk out when curiosity got the better of her, "Why did you lie to my mother?"

Rachel stood up tall and stuck her chest out, "Do you think I want my fathers to know what a loser I am at this school? It would hurt them and I didn't want that to happen. Besides your mom seems like a very kind woman, I thought if she knew her daughter was such a bully it would hurt her as well. I don't go out of my way to hurt people." She said proudly.

"Thank you." Santana whispered feeling slightly more ashamed than she did before.

"I didn't do it for you. Now do you mind if I spend my lunch in peace and quiet."

The Latina turned and walked out the door, wishing the hierarchy at McKinley High didn't exist but making a deal with herself that she would never physically slushy another person again.

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