A/N ~ I do not own Glee or its characters, anyone not on the show I invented.
Rated M: I hope you like it!
Chapter 11 Finally Home Again
The band finished the opening act, and they were amazing. They stuck around for the headliners as well. There was supposed to be a party for the bands afterward the show. Rachel had been the one that organized the whole thing. It was supposed to be a celebration of the "new and improved" Unholy Trinity. Rachel and the other girls had worked so hard to make this night a success. Now, in one stupid act of anger, the diva had ruined everyone's evening, and cast a pall over their hard-earned triumph.
She was just sick with guilt. As her new girlfriends were talking to some local reporters from The Scene magazine, Rachel was berating herself. Why did she always ruin everything for the women she loved? Now, instead of it being a night of exultation, it would be forever remembered as the night Rachel Berry got her first spanking. Her face burned hot with shame. It was extremely humiliating, but she couldn't really argue the point, she had been warned more than once. Still, it was worth it to see that coward Jesse St. James cowering before her. It was almost worth what was going to come later. Rachel felt an anxious tug, low in her belly. She had to stop thinking about this or she was going to have a breakdown.
Brandi, the keyboardist with the band, came and stood by Rachel. She was watching Quinn talk to a reporter. The spiky, pink hair was in complete disarray. The tiny diva noticed her girlfriend had a nervous habit of running her fingers through her hair when feeling stressed. She watched enviously as the singer tossed her head back and laughed freely at something the reporter said. Quinn always made everything look so easy. Rachel was sure no one but a very few intimate friends knew how much Quinn hated this part of the music scene. She didn't like doing publicity, or these kinds of marketing parties. Not that anyone would ever be able to tell by the way she acted.
Brandi nudged Rachel, "Q's amazing, isn't she?"
The brunette was pulled from her musing, "She always has been," she smiled tenderly at the beautiful girl holding court.
"What you've done for the band, Rae has been nothing short of amazing. I just wanted to say thank you. The new songs, the publicity, the interviews, this party…." She looked around the room in awe, "It was your Broadway connections and fame that got us this gig tonight," The girl stopped talking when she realized she was babbling.
Rachel laughed a sweet, tinkling laugh that sounded like wind chimes in a soft breeze, "You guys are amazingly talented. It's easy to promote a winner. Besides, I really have loved San, Britt, and Quinn for a really long time. I would do anything for them, and of course by extension you and Mel," She turned warm chocolate eyes to the keyboardist and saw understanding and acceptance.
"I know you do Rae, they love you too;" Brandi said seriously, "Don't sell yourself short. I've never seen Q this healthy. I think it has a lot to do with you."
Rachel swallowed a surge of panic, thinking of her upcoming punishment, "I'm sure whatever my role was in her recovery, it was quite small. Santana can be quite daunting."
Brandi laughed out loud, "Yeah, that's one way of putting it," She waved at someone she knew across the room, "I just wanted to say thanks, so lighten up and have some fun. Talk to you later, Rae," She placed a drink in Rachel's hand and went over to say hello to someone.
Rachel stared at the drink in her hand. She never had been much of a drinker. Her nerves were definitely getting the best of her, so she tossed the drink back in one quick movement. Maybe it would help her relax. She had nervous butterflies the size of eagles. She gagged at the taste, and winced as it burned all the way down. How people found drinking an enjoyable pastime, she had no idea.
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While Rachel was trying to drink her way out of her fear and panic, the other three were really enjoying themselves. They had spent a decade performing in dives, and singing over loud drunks. They had a faithful following, but never really had much hope of moving further than Ohio. Tonight was different, it was special.
The songs were well received, the band was playing tight, and they were all on cloud nine. They had been so busy with interviews and pictures, they had lost track of Rachel. They had been praising her addition to the group, but thought she was off doing her own promotion for the band. None of them had realized how guilty Rachel felt, or that she was certain she had ruined the night for them.
While every single one of them was serious about the rules of their relationship, they couldn't help but smile fondly and chuckle at the thought of tiny Rachel kicking Jesse's ass. It was kind of amusing.
Santana was especially tickled about Jesse's humiliation at the hands of the tiny diva, but was less than amused at Rachel's reckless endangerment of her own safety. She could have been seriously hurt. Jesse had no moral qualms about hitting a girl. She didn't like spanking any of her girlfriends, but it was clear that the little starlet was going to be a handful. The Latina felt it was imperative to make a good first impression with Rachel. It might save them all considerable trouble in the future if she got a good dose of Santana's hard hand right off the bat.
The beautiful brunette rolled her eyes and smirked, it was hard to believe knowing Rachel Berry, that this would be her first ever spanking. The girl's fathers had to be saints or something.
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Quinn walked over to Brittany who was slumped slightly on a couch in the corner, "Hey B, you look exhausted."
The adorable blonde drummer gave a jaw-cracking yawn, "I am so tired, I could sleep for a week," She yawned again, lying her head on Quinn's shoulder, when the singer sat down next to her, "Have you seen Rae? She's so tiny; I hope we didn't lose her."
It suddenly occurred to Quinn, she hadn't seen Rachel in hours, "No, B. I haven't seen her either. Maybe she's with San?"
Both girls sat us suddenly, seeing Santana walking towards them, "Hey bitches. What a night, huh?" she noticed the funny look on their faces, "What's up with you two? You look like your puppy died."
Brittany's big blue eyes scanned the room, "Nope, it didn't die we just lost it," She said vaguely.
Quinn smirked at the lost look on Santana's face, "We're looking for Rach, and we haven't seen her in a while. Have you seen her?"
Suddenly, the Latina realized she hadn't seen the diminutive girl in quite some time and felt instantly guilty, "No, I haven't seen her either. The party is breaking up anyway; she has to be close by. Let's just split up and find her. She did so much planning and schmoozing, she might just be sleeping somewhere."
"I doubt it, San. Rae lives for this kind of stuff," Big blue eyes looked at her girlfriend, worry clear in them.
Quinn hugged the tall blonde comfortingly, "Let's not worry until we have a reason. I'm sure she's fine, B."
Santana chuckled softly, "Come on B, not even Berry can get in major trouble twice in one day," Coffee eyes, met worried hazel over Brittany's blonde head, "Let's split up, text when you find her."
She kissed both girls softly and went in search of the missing diva.
Fifteen minutes later, a confused trio met back in the lounge. Brittany was close to tears, "I've looked everywhere. No one remembers seeing her in hours. Did either or you find her?"
Quinn was feeling frantic, "I've tried her phone, it just keeps going to voicemail. This is really not like her at all. I'm officially worried."
Santana was chewing her lip, "Dougie should be down with the loaded equipment. I'm going to go down and see if he's seen her. If not, maybe we should think about calling the police."
Brittany started to sob, "She left us again, she didn't want a spanking and she left us."
Quinn felt her stomach lurch at the thought of being abandoned again, "She wouldn't do that, B," She put a comforting arm around the blonde and kissed her temple softly, "there has to be a reasonable explanation."
"Reasonable?" Santana snorted, "We are talking about Berry here. But I agree, there will be an explanation, B. It will be some of Berry's insane troll logic, but it will be an explanation."
They all went to talk to Dougie.
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Rushing into the equipment room, they were met with an agitated gentle giant, Dougie, "Jesus you guys, where have you been?"
Santana frowned, "What do you mean, Dougie?"
"I tried calling you like 30 times, Santana," He pulled his phone out as if to offer proof.
The two blondes turned and looked at Santana.
"Rachel's gone crazy…" Dougie interjected.
All three girls started talking at once, "Berry?" "Where is Rae?" "Is she ok, what do you mean crazy?"
"I caught her trying to leave an hour ago. She was totally wasted, and crying. She kept saying she ruined everything, and was going out to buy stuff to make I'm sorry cookies and buy roses for everyone. Whatever the heck I'm sorry cookies are," he finished using air quotes.
Santana went from worried to pissed in ten seconds flat, "Leave how? As in she got behind the wheel of a car, drunk?" She hissed angrily. She turned to Q and Britt, "I take it back, only Berry could get that tiny, cute ass in major trouble twice in less than 8 hours."
Brittany put a calming hand on the Latina, "Dougie, please tell me you didn't let her leave like that?"
"No, of course not. I turned the car off, took the keys, and carried her back in the building. She was having a fit. I've never seen her like that." He pulled the keys out of his pocket, handing them to Brittany.
The tall blonde quickly kissed his cheek gratefully, causing him to blush furiously. He loved all the girls, but Brittany was special.
Quinn's look of concern grew hard as she narrowed her eyes, "I wish we could say the same thing, Dougie. We've seen her little diva fits too many times. You're sure she was drunk? Rachel hates alcohol, ever since…."
Brittany flushed bright red, "We don't need to talk about that anymore," She finished, completely mortified by the memory of throwing up all over Rachel during a performance in High School.
Dougie just shook his head, "Believe me, I know drunk. She was wasted."
"Where is our pint-sized troublemaker?" Santana asked grimly.
"She finally cried herself to sleep on those big speakers over there," He pointed towards the back door.
"Why didn't you call me, Dougie?" Santana was furious, and everyone knew to avoid the Latina when she was in a mood.
"I did, like thirty times. You never answered, and I didn't trust her not to drive if I went to find you." He answered aggrieved. For a very tiny woman, Rachel Berry had totally worn him out.
"What?!" She patted down her pockets, "Oh shit, I must have left my phone in the car."
Quinn walked over to the sleeping Rachel. She was sprawled in an awkward position, over the large black speakers. Dougie's leather coat was draped over her. Her mouth was hanging open, she had drool on her cheek, her hair was a mess, and she was snoring in a rather unladylike fashion. If all three women weren't totally pissed off, they might have actually laughed at the sight.
Brittany pulled out her cellphone, and snapped a picture, "I want her to see how she looks, when she wakes up sick tomorrow," She said tightly, "What do you think she meant by she ruined everything for us?"
"I have no idea, let's just go home. We'll find out everything in the morning," Quinn answered tiredly.
"I got her," Brittany handed Dougie his coat, and picked up the sleeping diva bridal style. Quinn and Santana just watched, impressed, "Well, someone get the car door open please. I know she looks tiny but she's about 100 pounds of dead weight right now."
Quinn jumped to attention, "Sorry, B."
Santana opened the backseat door, as Brittany stood the diva up next to the car. She carefully got in the back seat, and Quinn placed the unconscious drunken girl in on top of her.
The sober Latina got behind the wheel of the car, and slammed it angrily. Quinn followed suit, in the passenger side of the car. She looked at the simmering Latina, "I cannot believe that Rachel Barbra Berry is passed-out drunk, and she tried to drive like that. What is going on in that beautiful little head of hers?"
"I have no idea, Q. But I do know exactly what's going to happen to that beautiful little backside tomorrow."
Brittany looked down at that slumbering girl, and gently pulled her hair off her face as she tucked an errant lock behind an ear, "Oh Rae, you are really in trouble now," She leaned over and placed a sweet, soft kiss to her newest girlfriend's forehead. She smiled angelically at the girl in her lap, "Welcome home, Rae-Rae. It's never boring when you're around."
The two in front actually grinned a little at that, despite their anger.
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Rachel woke up in blind panic. She had no idea where she was or how she got there. Sitting up too quickly, the room started spinning and her stomach lurched. She shot out of bed, and grabbed the wastebasket next to the bed. Retching violently, she felt cool hands pull her hair back and hold it with one hand, while a cool palm was placed on her forehead to hold her gently. She was too sick to care who she was humiliating herself in front of.
It was only the soft whispering of the sweet blonde that made her aware it was Brittany who was holding her so lovingly.
"It's ok, baby girl. Let it all come out," The blonde crooned soothingly.
When the singer felt that everything except her stomach lining was in that wastebasket, she sat back on her heels exhausted, "Oh dear God, I think I'm dying," She croaked.
"It just feels that way, you only wish you would die," Brittany stood up and helped the tiny girl to her feet, "Let's get you to the bathroom. You can wash your face, and rinse your mouth out."
Brittany sat Rachel down on the closed toilet seat lid, and handed her a bottle of water and two aspirins, "Take this, Rae."
"I can't Britt, I really don't even think I can keep water down right now." She moaned piteously.
"I'm sorry, baby girl but that wasn't a request. You have been throwing up all night. If you don't drink some water, you are going to get dehydrated," The tall girl finished sternly.
Rachel took the water bottle and palmed the aspirin. She leaned forward, and put her head in her lap, "Oh for the love of all things holy, please let me die," the brunette finished dramatically.
The tall blonde wanted to hug and comfort her girlfriend, but she couldn't coddle her right now. She had broken some very big rules. Brittany leaned back against the sink, and crossed her arms sternly across her chest. Mostly it was to keep them from reaching out and holding a very sick little diva.
"What do you remember about last night, Rachel?"
The little brunette looked up questioningly at the tone and the use of her full name, instead of the nickname Britt always used. She held her banging head steadily, between both hands as she tried to recall the fuzzy events of last night, "You guys were amazing, I was so proud of all of you," she felt herself getting choked up as her guilt washed over he like a tidal wave. Her big brown eyes, swimming with tears looked up quickly at confused, crystal, blue eyes.
"What, Rae? Why are you so sad? Last night was amazing because of all of us, including you."
"I ruined everything, just like I always do. Instead of last night being your big triumph, I hit Jesse and was going to get punished. I just brought everyone down, made everybody angry and upset," she started sobbing despite her best efforts.
"Not how it works, baby girl."
Brittany and Rachel started, and swung their heads towards the bathroom door. Quinn and Santana were standing there looking disheveled and exhausted.
The diva swallowed heavily, seeing the disappointment in their faces, "What do you mean, that's not how it works?" she whispered painfully.
The Latina stared at the clearly ill girl, then sighed and softened her approach, "If you think you can avoid puking for a few minutes, let's go out and sit on the couch. I think we all need to talk."
Brittany helped Rachel up, and they all went into the living room.
Rachel started apologizing immediately, but Santana held her hand up to stop her.
"Rachel, listen," Santana began, "I want to apologize to you first," She ignored the three sets of eyes that swiveled to her in surprise, "I forgot not only that you are a total newbie to this type of domestic discipline relationship, but that you are the same incredible, loving, generous, kind, erratic, insane, over-the-top, dramatic lunatic you were in high school. The one who sent Sunshine to the crack house, the one who wanted to help her best friend, so she stuffed the ballet box and got suspended," the Latina laughed ruefully, "You are incredibly lucky we weren't all girlfriends back then, Rachel Barbra Berry, because without hesitation I would have tanned your bottom on a few occasions," She leaned over an inch from the diva's nose, glaring at her sternly, "Now you need to listen to me, and listen to me good."
Brittany was sitting next to Rachel; she put an arm around her tightly. Quinn got up and came over to the couch. She also sat on the other side of Rachel, and embraced her. The diva's chin quivered, as her big, watery, doe-eyes looked up at Santana adoringly, "I'm listening, Santana."
"Good! We love you, Rachel. This is a new relationship for all of us, and we are all scared. Hell, the world is a difficult enough place to live in if you're gay. If you're gay, and you're polyamorous? Let alone in the public eye like we are? It's insane, and it's going to be difficult," She leaned over and cupped the diva's face, "Fuck, it's probably going to be impossible, but make no mistake; you are worth it, Quinn is worth it, Brittany is worth it. I would die, fighting for all of you. I know each and every one of you feels the same about me."
She took a second to look solemnly into the eyes of her girlfriends. She swallowed back emotion at the love she saw in them. Santana stood up, and gathered her emotions, "So, I am sorry Rachel for not holding your hand through the beginning of this new relationship. I know now, you had to be terrified. I should have been looking out for you yesterday, instead of just myself."
Quinn spoke up, "San, we were all caught up yesterday,"
"Yes, we were, but we're a foursome now. We can't afford to just look out for ourselves anymore. Now, as far as how it works; Rachel, you didn't ruin anything yesterday. You broke a rule by punching out Jesse, as sweet as that was to witness."
Brittany laughed, and then quickly got quiet when Rachel glared at her.
"In this family, this relationship, if you mess up you get punished and it's over, clean slate. I'm pretty sure I can speak for Q and B when I say the only thing surprising about yesterday, was that it took you that long to screw up," she smiled her cocky grin when Brittany yelled out, "Truth!"
Quinn jumped in, "She's right, Rach. Big deal, you messed up. You can't go all drama queen everytime that happens, sweetie. All you accomplished last night was to make yourself a very sick little girl, who is still getting a spanking."
Brittany nodded sweetly, and took Rachel's hand, "The first time I got a spanking, I was really scared. It is just such a big relief when it's over, and you've been forgiven. Did you really think it would make us stop loving you Rae-Rae? You can't be that insecure honey, and you really need to keep a lid on the crazy. I mean, you're you, and we all expect some crazy, but yesterday was no big deal."
Rachel had tears running down her cheeks as she whispered, "You still want me? After all the trouble I caused yesterday?"
Quinn nearly cried herself, knowing it was in part her cruelty and the cruelty of the others that caused the diva's raging insecurity, "Did you fight for all those months to get me back, us back, just to give up at the first sign of trouble?"
"I wasn't giving up," She whispered, "I was ashamed of my horrible and inappropriate behavior with Jesse. I just snapped seeing him with Quinn. I know that violence is never the answer, and I answered the call of my baser instincts…"
All of a sudden Santana, Quinn, and Brittany started to laugh, softly at first, then big, loud laughs.
"I'm sorry cookies were going to fix all that?" Quinn asked unable to stop laughing.
Santana wiped the tears from her eyes, "God, Rachel, you are incredible. No one is leaving anyone, we just became girlfriends yesterday, could we at least be drama free for just a little while?"
Rachel at last saw some of the humor, and tried to smile, "I overreacted again, huh?"
Brittany giggled, "Yeah Rae-Rae, just a little."
Quinn stopped laughing, "Getting behind the wheel of a car when you've been drinking is very serious Rachel. If Dougie hadn't stopped you, you could have been killed, or killed someone else. That is a spanking offense on its own."
The diva said sadly, "I know, San and Britt have been over all the rules. I guess I wasn't thinking very clearly about things."
Santana stood up again, standing in front of Rachel, "I know it's your first spanking, and this is all new to you, but Q, B, and I were talking and we've decided on a punishment for you. Do you have any questions about the other things we talked about?"
"No, I'm ready to hear the sentence," Rachel said somberly causing Brittany to giggle again.
"We aren't going to hang you, Rae-Rae."
Santana waved to Brittany, "You want to start, babe?"
"Ok, I want you to sit down and write out lines, 500 times, I will always go to my girlfriends when I am scared, and I will stop running away. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Britt. I will do that," Rachel looked down at her hands sadly.
Quinn spoke up, "We haven't really talked about it, but San and I are going to go to the hotel and get your stuff this afternoon, and move you in here with us. I'm giving up my other place, and moving her too," She looked around, "we might need a bigger place. Are you ok with that, Rach?"
"I was hoping you guy still wanted me to move in here," She said softly.
Loving hazel eyes bore into the milk chocolate eyes of her new girlfriend, "For attacking Jesse, even though you were warned a few times, you will get a hand spanking as soon as we're done talking."
Rachel swallowed hard.
Santana spoke, "For drinking and getting behind the wheel of a car, you get a second spanking tomorrow before bed. Since you are still new at this, I will mostly use my hand, but you are going to get to feel the paddle as well. This was no joke, and none of us take it lightly. Drinking and driving will not only get you spanked but usually with a paddle, strap, or belt as well. Is that clear, Rachel Barbra?"
She nodded sadly.
"When you are in trouble, you will always give us an answer out loud. Now, is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I understand my punishments and why I deserve them. Who is going to spank me today?"
Brittany looked at Rachel, "I warned you about Jesse, so I will be spanking you today, Rae. First, I need you to shower, and get in some comfortable clothes that don't smell like puke. Then you need to come back out here, and stand in that corner for a half an hour. Q and S will go get your stuff, and after we are done with the spanking, you will go to bed and take a nice long nap."
"Yes, ma'am."
Quinn winked at a visibly upset Brittany, and nodded firmly, letting her know she was doing fine.
The blonde was trying to stay firm, "You look just awful, Rae. Do you think you can keep down some toast or anything?"
"No, maybe after I nap this afternoon I can eat something. I just really want to get this over with, please?"
Santana and Quinn stood up quickly, and pulled Rachel into a loving embrace.
The kissed her sweetly as Santana spoke, "Be a good girl for B. I love you and I'll be back soon."
Quinn hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I'm so proud of you for staying and talking your punishments, baby. I'll check on you when I get back this afternoon."
Rachel teared up at the love and support she was being shown. How did she ever believe they would abandon her or not forgive her. She had only made things worse for herself and her girlfriends.
Brittany rubbed a hand up and down her back, sweetly, "Rachel, go get in the shower and then get back out here and get in the corner. As soon as you do, you spend ½ an hour thinking, then we get to the spanking. So go on, now," She pointed a stern hand towards the bathroom.
The brunette put her head down, and quickly walked to the bathroom, stopping at the doorway to look back at the three girls, "I love you all so much."
Quinn narrowed her eyes, "We love you too, but get your little butt in the shower, before you get yourself in even more trouble," She stared when Rachel didn't move, "1…. 2…..don't make me say 3." She bit her lip to stop from laughing when Rachel's big brown eyes got wide and she practically turned tail and ran for the shower.
Santana rolled her eyes, "We are going to need to stay on top of that diva at all times, she just eats, breaths, and lives trouble."
Brittany kissed Q and S, "I'm just glad she's back. She'll settle down, you know Rae. Now go and get my two girlfriends moved in here so we can finally be a family. I've been waiting for ten years for this," her blue eyes filled with tears, "I want us all under one roof, I can't wait any longer."
Quinn pulled the taller blonde into her arms, and kissed her passionately, "We all want this baby, and it's going to work. We are all going to work so hard, because we all want this, don't we San?"
San came into the embrace, tears in her eyes, "Q's right baby, we all want the same thing. Are you sure you want to do this with Rachel? Q or I can do it."
Blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, as she shook her head vigorously, "No, I warned her three times what would happen if she messed with Jesse St. James. I can do this."
Quinn took Santana's hand, "Alright then. We're going to go get my things, and Rach's things. Tonight we have dinner and a movie, just like a normal family."
All three smiled widely at each other, it was finally real, they were finally all back together after ten years.
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Rachel stood anxiously in the corner. Trying to ignore the tug in her lower belly, she breathed a shuddering breath. She tried not to squirm, as she had been warned twice by Brittany to stand still. It seemed like an hour already to her. Shifting her feet, she turned around slowly, coming face to face with an angry Brittany.
"Rachel Barbra Berry, can you really not listen for even 30 minutes, and stand still?" She quickly turned the girl to her side, and delivered three crisp, hard swats to the back of her ass. Rachel squealed in surprise.
"Now, we are going to do this again. You have thirty minutes in this corner, starting now. Stop acting like a baby, and get your nose in that corner or you won't like the consequences." She spun Rachel back into the corner giving her a warning swat on her butt in warning.
Rachel stood at attention, desperately wanting to rub the stinging out of her backside. She was determined to make Brittany proud of her right now.
The blonde was actually surprised Rachel lasted for a full half hour. She was sitting on the couch watching her girlfriend carefully. The blonde knew exactly how Rachel was feeling. The anxiety, the tug in your belly, the shot of adrenaline that raced from your toes to your chest, the short nervous breaths, since breathing fully was impossible. She had made mistakes; she had been over Santana's lap and in the corner herself. She smiled proudly at the little diva trying so hard to be good.
She wiped the smile off her lips, it was time.
"Rachel, can you come here please and stand in front of me?"
The brunette jumped out of the corner, and nearly raced to Brittany's side.
"So you know why you are being punished, do you have any questions?"
"I, I well, it's really, so I just…." She looked up at Brittany beseechingly, too embarrassed to continue.
"Honey," she reached out and took Rachel's hand, "I know you've never been spanked by your dads. I know it's embarrassing, but this is how we work. We've all been spanked, all of us. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I just don't know what to expect," Rachel finally admitted.
"Are you worried about what happened that time between Q and San? It has never happened like that before and we all explained why it did. That will never happen again. I would leave Santana first before it would happen again, I told her that and she knows it."
"That's not it; I trust you, Q, and San. I just don't really know what to expect, I'm afraid of embarrassing myself by acting like a baby or something."
Brittany laughed, then choked it into a cough, "Honey, this is a punishment spanking. It's going to hurt, you are going to wiggle around, cry and beg us to stop. That's how it works. Then you are forgiven completely, until the next time you mess up which knowing you will be in a few days."
Rachel scowled at her, "You don't have to mock me."
"I'm not sweetie, honest. The first time I got spanked for lying was awful. I cried so hard, and I wiggled around and begged San to stop. I put my hands back, I was so humiliated. Then it was all over, and I didn't feel guilty anymore about the lying. Santana held me, and comforted me and loved me even more. She was even proud of me she said, and I believed her. I haven't lied since though, I'll tell you that." She smiled lovingly.
Rachel started to understand, she nodded at Brittany, "Ok, I understand."
"Alright, let's just get this over with so we can move on to better stuff in our relationship."
The diva looked at her girlfriend and nodded calmly, she was ready to move on to better stuff. It sounded good to her.
"I need you to lie over my lap please," She patted her legs with both hands.
Rachel looked like a deer in the headlights, "I'm not sure I can do that, my feet don't seem to want to move."
Brittany huffed out, took the littler woman's arm and guided her over her lap, "This is called a warm-up. You'll figure out why in about five minute's time." She raised her right arm and brought it down sharply on the shapely little backside of the diva's bottom. And about a minute later, Rachel was whimpering and wiggling. She definitely was getting the gist of the term warm-up, or she would be if she could think straight. It wasn't exactly hurting, but it was starting to burn like crazy.
The blonde stopped for a minute, and allowed Rachel to breathe. She hooked her fingers in Rachel's sweatpants, and pulled them down to her knees. She reached up and grabbed the panties, and pulled them down as well. Rachel started to cry softly. She didn't want a bare bottom spanking, but knew better than to argue with anything being asked of her right now.
Brittany took a deep breath, then brought her hand down hard. She alternated between her right and left cheek bottoms. She knew this was Rachel's first spanking, and she didn't want to go overboard, but she wanted to make an impression. She was spanking Rachel's backside hard and fast.
The tall, leggy blonde tightened her grip around Rachel's waist. The diva started crying, and kicking her long, fit legs, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit Jesse. Please, it hurts."
Brittany knew she was reaching her limit. She lifted her leg to get access to Rachel's tender sit spots. She gave her two hard spanks, to each side and two to each thigh. They were the hardest she had used all night.
Rachel twisted and turned, sobbing and apologizing. Brittany felt the lump well in her throat, and the tears blind her as they filled her eyes.
"I am so sorry. Ow, I am so sorry, ow, ow, ow," she cried with each firm spank, kicking and wiggling and squirming.
"Do you understand the rule about fighting?" Brittany asked loudly over Rachel's cries.
"Yes, I swear I won't fight anymore."
Brittany brought her hand down right in the middle of Rachel's backside. Rachel cried and hung limply over her girlfriend's lap. Brittany knew that the diva was done. She reached down, and slipped her panties and yoga pants back up over Rachel's warm and cherry red backside. Brittany knew from her handiwork the girl would feel it for the rest of the day. That was enough for now.
She helped Rachel up, and cradled her against her chest. Rocking softly, side to side and crooning to her penitent girlfriend.
Rachel was sobbing out her grief and pain. She was clutching the front of Brittany's shirt like a little girl and hiccupping. The tall blonde didn't think she'd ever heard anything more adorable. She couldn't stand hearing Rachel cry anymore. She reached down and scooped her up like she did last night, and carried her easily to Quinn's bed.
She pulled back the covers with one hand, and lowered her girlfriend into the bed gently. Rachel hissed when her bottom made contact with the cool sheets, can quickly rolled onto her stomach, "don't leave me," she begged Brittany.
"Oh baby," she whispered, "I wasn't going anywhere. Can I share a secret with you?"
Rachel grabbed Brittany's shirt when she scooted into the bed next to her. She had her hands all bunched in her shirt, and her head in B's soft lap before she knew it. She nodded her head yes in answer to Brittany's request.
"The relief in knowing you've been forgiven after a spanking feels really good, letting go of the guilt you've held on to knowing you were wrong but you've been punished for it. The part that I think is best is when you can just cry, and be cuddled and just know that you are loved. That's why this d/d stuff works for me," She scooted back up against the headboard, and let Rachel lay half across her lap. She stroked her long fingers through thick black hair and crooned softly, "Just let me love you and forgive you baby, please?"
Rachel fell asleep feeling loved and forgiven for everything that had happened in the last ten years. It was an incredible feeling, she had never felt before. Brittany was right; being loved and forgiven was amazing.
An hour later, Rachel was still asleep with her head on Brittany's lap. The blonde had her fingers tangled in the diva's hair; Rachel's fingers tangled in Brittany's shirt. Brittany's head was leaning back against the headboard, she was fast asleep. Quinn and Santana were standing in the doorway looking in on the tender scene. It broke both their hearts, Rachel looked like a little, lost girl.
Quinn whispered, "So you ready for tomorrow?"
"It has to happen, Q. She got behind the wheel of a car drunk."
"I know, I just don't envy you the task of paddling her, that's all. I love you San, and I support you. I just don't envy you. I never realized how hard, being the disciplinarian must be on you. I'm pretty amazed at Brittany's courage stepping up like she did. I don't think I could do it, ever."
Santana chuckled softly, "Oh Q, do you really think I don't know that? I love you, all of you, and I would never ask someone in this relationship to do anything they weren't comfortable with."
Quinn buried herself in her Latina lover's arms, "This is really happening, isn't it? We are finally all together as a family. I'm so happy. I swear, I will never take you or us for granted again. I'm going to clean up, stay sober, and be a part of this family forever. I can do this for us. I love you all so much. I'm finally home again."
For the first time since Beth's adoption, Quinn started to feel whole again.
Santana looked over the pink-hair, and met Brittany's blue eyes. Brittany was stroking Rachel's hair and smiling gently. The three women knew that things were looking up for them all. Once again, in her own odd, quirky way, the diva had made them all whole again.
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