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Chapter 11
Sugar feels relief flow through her as she feels Santana pull her sweatpants and underwear back into place, relishing in the comforting touch and scent of her mistress. Santana takes her hand and gently tugs, guiding her from the livingroom and towards the stairs. Her mistress doesn't speak but Sugar knows her punishment is about to begin, Santana would have told her if it wasn't. The latina pulls Sugar into the bedroom that the girl had slept in last night and silently points to the corner, her face an unreadable mask as she watches her submissive obey. Why do I feel so jealous? Mistress has had several submissives before, I'm not her first. Santana shakes her head and opens the closet door, pulling out an old, brown leather belt and placing it on the bed.
"Sugar, come here," Santana orders firmly. Sugar slowly shuffles over to her mistress, her pulse racing as she glances at the stern expression on tanned features. "Why did you go downstairs before we came to get you?" Santana questions quietly.
"I forgot the rule, ma'am," Sugar murmurs.
"Are you sure that's the only reason?" Santana asks. "Or did you do it because you'd knew I'd spank you as soon as I found out you'd left the room?" the Latina keeps her voice low and soft, studying the girl carefully. "Were you desperate for punishment? Was it too hard for you to wait any longer? So hard that you'd earn extra just so you'd receive some immediately?" the blush on Sugar's face tells Santana that Shelby had been correct; Sugar had broken the rule on purpose.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I needed something," Sugar states, her voice sounding strained. Santana sighs softly and doesn't say anything for a few moments, choosing her words carefully.
"Mistress Shelby reminded me of something this morning. She reminded me that as her submissive and your mistress, I'm in a rare position. I'm able to see and understand both sides. I remember feeling the need to be punished so desperately that I was willing to break other rules in an attempt to speed things up. Unfortunately, it's not your decision. I decide when, where and how you are punished. Today, I played into your hands, that won't happen again. This is something you will come to learn, to wait and to accept the terms of your punishment; my terms." Poor girl. She still has so much to learn, I remember how daunting it is..how hard it is, but how rewarding it is.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Sugar murmurs, bowing her head, shame flooding her features.
"Hey," Santana whispers, using her index finger to coax Sugar's head, staring intensely into the girl's eyes. "We both messed up last night, we are both being punished for it," she states softly. Does it worry her that her mistress is a switch? That her mistress needs to be punished too?
"You're my mistress, ma'am," the girl says quietly. "What happens between you and mistress Shelby isn't my business. I trust you, mistress." Santana nods, knowing what her girl is saying to her.
"Why are you being punished, sugar?" the raven haired mistress asks, her tone of voice stern.
"I kissed Puckerman and I betrayed your trust, ma'am," Sugar responds meekly.
"You did," Santana nods. "This is just the beginning of your punishment, little girl. Mistress Shelby and I will be taking you and Brittany into the basement tonight. You will be very sore by the time you leave here tomorrow evening. The belt is not part of your original punishment, I will only use it if you disobey me and move out of position," Santana explains, seeing the nerves on her submissive's face. "Your mistakes will always be forgiven as long as you face up to the consequences that you earn." God, I sound like mistress; I like it. "Do you understand?" she questions.
"I do, ma'am," Sugar murmurs. Santana studies her for a moment before sitting down on the edge of the bed and motioning for her girl to stand in front of her. Santana tugs at Sugar's sweatpants and slides them down her toned, smooth legs. Sugar steps out of them and waits silently as her mistress folds them and places them next to her on the bed. The Latina removing her socks for her causes a blush to rise on her face, the intimacy of being undressed paired with the intense eye contact from her mistress almost proving to be too much for her. Santana tugs on the bottom of Sugar's tank top, motioning for her to take it off, unsurprised by the lack of a bra underneath. The girl's small, pert breasts hold the latina's attention for a second before she forces herself to continue. Don't get distracted. This is punishment, nothing else. She loops her fingers into her girl's panties and slowly pulls them down, ignoring the clean shaven pussy that is directly in front of her.
"Go to the bathroom and bring me a towel, the bathbrush and the spray," Santana orders, sending her girl from the room with a firm swat to her naked ass. The Latina slides further up the bed until she is leaning against the headboard and she stretches her legs out in front of her, waiting for her girl to come back. Santana watches silently when Sugar shuffles back into the room, noting with satisfaction that she has all the items she was sent for. The girl hands her the towel and the bottle of water and glycerin spray before laying the bath brush beside her mistress' legs. "Lay over my lap," Santana orders, watching her girl carefully. Sugar climbs onto the bed and crawls over the latina's lap, laying her head on her arms and slightly burying her face into the comforter. "Who do you belong to?" she questions, mimicking her own mistress as she slowly rubs her hand across Sugar's bare ass.
"You, mistress, I belong to you." Santana is satisfied with Sugar's answer and she removes her hand from the girl's soft skin, only to bring it crashing down a second later.
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Why am I doing this? Why am I in a basement for the second time this weekend...for the same reason? Jeez, calm down, Quinn. You can leave whenever you want, it's not going to happen again..Shelby wouldn't do that. Do I really want to do this? Come on, even if you do leave now you know you're just gonna come back.
"Quinn?
"It's just like Santana's basement," Quinn murmurs as she turns to face Shelby. "Well, there's more stuff but you know what I mean," she adds softly. Shelby nods, watching the girl carefully for a few moments, recognising the nerves that cross her face.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Shelby asks, "You can back out at any time if you need to."
"I want to try." Quinn flushes. "Do I need, like, a safeword or something?" she asks. She flushes again when Shelby raises a perfectly manicured brow, amusement glinting in her eyes. "I googled some stuff, I wasn't really sure what..this..was," she murmurs, gesturing around the basement.
"In this house, safe words are used during playing, this isn't playing; it's punishment. But, you may choose a safe word if you'd like to. You are, after all, free to end this whenever you like," Shelby states softly, not missing the relief that crosses Quinn's features. "However, if you use your safeword, you need to leave. You being here and seeing all of this is a huge infringement of my girls' and my privacy."
"I know," Quinn whispers, gazing at the floor and doing her best to ignore the nerves that tug at her stomach.
"If you choose to stop this then there won't be another oppurtunity I'm afraid. I won't allow myself or my girls to be messed around, Quinn," Shelby tells her seriously. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Quinn's response surprises Shelby and eyes her carefully, feeling a little impressed that the girl had caught on so quickly.
"Good," Shelby nods. "Brittany is just grabbing a wooden spoon for me and then she'll be right down."
"A wooden spoon?"
"Yes. Normally I'd use something a little heavier, especially for something as serious as this, but since you haven't been spanked by me before I'll only use the spoon," Shelby explains.
"Do you really have to use something other than your hand?" Quinn asks, nervously chewing the inside of her cheek.
"You hid inside Santana's house," Shelby says. "You hid under a bed like a child and spied on her, Sugar and Brittany without their knowledge and you did all that despite the fact that they, your friends, begged you to stay out of their business," Shelby states sternly. Quinn gazes at her shoes, tears blurring her sight as guilt gnaws at her gut. Having it spelled out for her like that makes Quinn realise just awful she was towards them. "And because you did that, you saw Brittany in an extremely vulnerable moment, a moment only intended for Sugar and Santana to see. So, yes, I will be using as implement as well as my hand," Shelby informs her. "If you don't agree with that then you are free to leave. I won't do anything without your permission."
"I can't believe I did that to them," Quinn whispers.
"Curiosity can drive people to do ridiculous things," Shelby murmurs. Her guilt must be eating her alive. She thinks she is so controlled but I can read her so easily. She is more like Santana than I ever thought. "Anger and fear also drives people to do ridiculous things."
"Santana must have been so scared for Brittany, she's always protected her," Quinn states quietly.
"That doesn't make her actions right, she is still in the wrong as much as you are," Shelby reminds her. "She was so desperate to have something to hold over your head to ensure your silence that she didn't think clearly."
"I need to talk to her."
"Santana's busy right now and so are you, but you are welcome to stay behind and talk to her afterwards," Shelby says. "I do think you and Brittany need to have a chat too, I'll give you a few minutes together before your punishment if you'd like?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Quinn questions quietly.
"We all make mistakes," Shelby states softly, "and I have a lot of respect for people who can admit to them and face the consequences. You're being very brave and admirable. Not a lot of people would come here." The woman turns to the door when she hears it open and she gives Brittany a reassuring smile as she descends the stairs, a wooden spoon in her hand. "Quinn would like a word with you, would you be okay with that?"
"Sure," Brittany replies softly. Shelby watches her carefully, studying her to ensure that Brittany is completely okay with it, the girl's small but determined nod confirming that it's okay.
"Alright," Shelby nods. "I'll back in a few minutes."
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Santana is silent as she claps her hand against Sugar's naked ass, taking her time with the warm up and appreciating the sight in front of her. She slowly delivers crisp, hard swats to each bottom cheek, left side then right side. Her hand repeatedly slaps down on the sensitive skin, the flesh jiggling with each strike. Sugar lets out a low moan as her bottom slowly begins to heat up, it growing more and more uncomfortable with each spank from her mistress' punishing hand. Santana adds more strength to the smacks, bring her hand down in slow, methodical slaps. Sugar's bottom turns rosy pink underneath Santana's firm hand the flat of her palm attacking the tender sit spots of her submissive.
"Stay still," Santana orders lowly and sternly as Sugar begins to wriggle, trying in vain to avoid Santana's sharply smacking hand. She yelps after each spank, her backside a warm pink as it pays for her mistakes. Such a beautiful ass, it's a shame she can't seem to keep it out of trouble.
"Ooowww!" Sugar whines loudly. "Please, mistress, I'm sorry," she squeaks out. "So sorry."
"This is far from being over, little girl," Santana scolds, laying hard smacks down on the heated flesh. She rapidly finishes off the warm up, spanking as hard as she can without killing the nerves in her hand. Santana stops and rubs the warm skin of Sugar's bottom softly as Sugar freely cries, fisting the sheets tightly to stop herself from reaching back. Santana picks up the bottle of glycerin and water spray that Sugar had brought her from the bathroom and sprays it onto Sugar's behind, the girl groaning at the relief it offers to her punished flesh. "Lift," Santana intructs quietly. Sugar complies and lifts her hips so that her mistress can place the towel on her lap. A gentle push to her lower back signals for her to place herself back onto Santana's thighs. Her mistress continues to spray Sugar's ass, thoroughly soaking the skin, droplets of liquid dripping onto the towel. She picks up the short handled bath brush and lays the cool wood on Sugar's bottom, her submissive tensing underneath it. "Relax."
"Yes, mistress." Santana firmly taps the brush against her target, silently warning her girl that the second part is about to begin. Sugar jerks and lets out a squeal when the first strike cracks down on her tender buttocks. The stinging pain left behind by the bath brush is intensified by the water and gylcerin solution and Sugar is crying in earnest by the third spank. Santana firmly places her right hand on Sugar's lower back, holding her in position as she slaps the wood against pink cheeks. Sugar cries out with every spank, each one burning more than than the previous one as Santana steadily adds to the fire in her ass. Santana gazes down at the backside wriggling around on her lap, the flesh bouncing with every slap from the brush in her grasp. Over and over again, the brush cracks down, turning Sugar's bottom a deep pink. "Ma'am please!" Sugar yelps out, throwing her hand back in a weak attempt to stop the evil implement from branding her flesh.
"Move your hand. Right now." Santana's voice is low and dangerous and she stops spanking for a moment. Shame. She was doing so well. "Sugar..." she warns again when the girl doesn't remove her hand. "Very well," she smirks." Sugar shrieks her displeasure when her mistress claps the brush against the back of her thighs instead, continuing for a few moments even after Sugar has removed her hand from her bottom.
"Ow! Ow, I'm sorry!" Sugar wails, the assault on the top of her thighs causing fresh, burning tears to flood from her eyes. The stinging, burning feeling still radiates from the skin even once Santana stops.
"Are you going to stay in position from now on?" Santana questions pointedly.
"Yes, Mistress, yes, I will," Sugar frantically responds, choking on her own sobs.
"If you move out of position or put your hand back there again, you feel the belt. Am I making myself clear, little girl?" Santana demands sternly.
"Yes, mistress."
"Good. You have five more from the brush, I want you to count them," Santana orders firmly, glancing up at the door when Shelby silently enters, the older woman giving her a nod to continue.
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Brittany sits down on the bottom step and silently waits for Quinn to speak, watching her carefully and easily spotting the nerves exuding from her. She patiently gives Quinn the time she needs to work up the courage to speak. No matter how angry she is with her friend, Brittany knows how daunting these situations can be. It's hard enough to submit to someone for the first time, never mind doing it with no support from the people you need it from.
"Britt, I'm so, so sorry for what I did," Quinn eventually says, her words jumbling together in her haste to get them out. "I should never have stuck my nose in your business in the first place and I'm sorry I took it so far," Quinn says softly. "I know I completely violated your privacy and destroyed the trust between us but do you think you could ever forgive me?" she asks pleadingly, desperately searching Brittany's crystal blue eyes for an answer.
"Quinn, I already forgive you," Brittany sighs, slowly pushing herself to her feet.
"Really? You do?"
"Yes, I do. Don't get me wrong, I am still so mad at you but..."
"But I'm still so hot?" Quinn jokingly asks in an attempt to lighten the tension between them.
"Yeah," Brittany chuckles, Quinn grinning with relief that she allowed the joke. "What you did was really bad, Quinn. I've never seen Santana so furious and there is a lot of things that piss her off," Brittany states soberly. "I'm mad at her too, for what she did to you, but at the same time I know she wasn't thinking properly and that she did it to protect me. I never thought I would ever need to be protected from you, Quinn."
"You don't need to be protected from me, you really don't," Quinn interjects. "I swear."
"But I did and you can't deny that. Our...arrangement here means that once we're punished, we're forgiven and that goes for you as well. The fact that you are willing to be punished for what you did and the fact that you came here on your own, despite the terrifying ordeal you went through with Santana, means a whole lot to me," Brittany explains quietly. "So, I forgive you."
"Thank you, Britt, thank you so much," Quinn breathes, taking a tentative step forward. "Can..can I hug you?"
"Of course," Brittany chuckles softly and wraps her arms around her friend in a warm, comforting hug. "Do you need to talk about, you know, the rest of it. About what's going to happen?" Brittany asks, giving Quinn a final squeeze before taking a small step back.
"Yeah, please." Brittany smiles softly at the adorable blush that spreads across Quinn's features. "It's gonna hurt and I'm gonna embarrass myself and..I'm scared," she whispers.
"Don't be scared. I mean, yeah, it's gonna hurt and you'll cry but there's no need to be embarrassed about it. You won't be the first person to go over Shelby's knee and you won't be the last, I've been spanked plenty of times...like seriously..so many times," Brittany chuckles. "It's so worth it though, the feeling of relief after you've been punished, no longer feeling guilty as hell. Plus, Shelby will comfort you and I'll be here so I'll comfort you too."
"Comfort me?"
"Well, yeah," Brittany retorts in a 'duh' sort of voice. "Your ass is gonna hurt and and you'll feel relieved but the comforting...the comfort is amazing. I always feel so safe and cared about and protected. It's the best part of our arrangement."
"But it's different for you. You guys clearly love each other, I'm just the person who hurt people that Shelby loves," Quinn argues.
"You really think that? Shelby wouldn't be going to all of this trouble and taking this huge risk for somebody she doesn't give a damn about and I care about you, you're my friend..I love you. Santana loves you too and I know that even Sugar loves you. Santana and I have hurt each other before and Sugar hurt us just recently but we forgive her and we forgive you, that's what you do when you love someone," Brittany tells her passionately. "You're making the effort to fix your mistake, of course we're gonna comfort you after your punishment. Shelby wouldn't spank someone without making sure they were completely okay afterwards."
"Am I doing the right thing?" Quinn questions softly.
"Well, that's up to you to do decide that," Brittany shrugs. "But, personally, I think you are."
"So, we're okay?" Quinn asks nervously.
"Yes, we're okay."
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Shelby watches as Santana sprays more water and glycerin solution on Sugar's bottom, gently rubbing the reddened skin as she does so. She watches her submissive with pride, noticing how well the young woman is doing and how strong, yet comforting, her demeanour is. She's come so far. She's doing everything I taught her and more. There's some things you can't teach, some things are natural and she just has it. Shelby keeps her gaze trained on the scene before her as she casually leans against the wall, her arms loosely folded across her chest. She can't hear what Santana is murmuring to Sugar but she has a rough idea and she is proven correct when Santana lifts the brush and spanks Sugar, hard.
"One, mistress Santana!" Sugar gasps out, her face contorting with pain. Santana waits a moment before bringing the brush down again, just as hard as the first time. Sugar's skin flattens and rebounds underneath the implement and she cries out painfully. "Two, mistress Santana!" Her backside throbs in pain and she's convinced that there is actual flames shooting from the skin. "Three, mistress Santana!" She chokes out, hiccuping and spluttering as her back heaves from the force of her sobs.
"You're doing so good, my girl. So good. Only two more to go," Santana murmurs soothingly.
"I'm so, so sorry," Sugar whimpers.
"I know you are, I know. Come on, only two more," Santana murmurs. She raises the brush and hears Sugar's breath catch in her throat. Santana lays down the hardest spank yet, sugar bucking on her lap and for the first time during this spanking, Santana feels the pain in her own ass as it grinds down against the mattress.
"Four, mistress Santana!" She looks up at Shelby and spots the look of knowing on her mistress' face and the glint of amusement in her dark hazel eyes. Santana quickly cracks the bath brush against Sugar's red bottom, the girl howling in pain. "Five, mistress Santana!"
"It's over. You did so well, I'm so proud of you," Santana coos, dropping the brush as though it burns her. Shelby silently stays where she is, giving Santana a chance to comfort her upset girl. "It's okay, I'm right here," Santana murmurs, gently rubbing the hot skin of Sugar's ass. Shelby watches as Sugar scrambles out of position, almost throwing herself into Santana's arms. She buries her face in her mistress' chest, sobbing bitterly and gripping onto her shirt. Santana murmurs soothingly to her and smooths back her hair.
"I won't ever do it again, I swear," Sugar cries, her voice muffled by Santana's clothes.
"I know, you're forgiven, sweet girl," Santana promises. She helps Sugar move down a bit, the girl laying her head on Santana's lap and burying her face in her stomach while Santana strokes her hair. "Close your eyes, my girl," she whispers. Shelby waits until she hears Sugar's ragged breathing even out before quietly moving across the room and placing a blanket over the sleeping girl's naked body. She sits down on Santana's other side and carefully shimmies closer to her.
"You've come so far, Santana. Your girls are so lucky to have you as their mistress. I'm very proud of you," Shelby murmurs, her arm sliding around Santana's shoulders.
"You're proud of me? Even though I screwed up big time?" Santana asks in surprise.
"Yes, I'm very proud of you. Everybody screws up," Shelby states, leaning over to softly peck Santana's full lips.
"Even you?" the young woman questions, a playful smirk pulling at her lips.
"Even me," Shelby chuckles. "You're paying for your screw up and at the same time you're being a strict, supportive and comforting mistress," she murmurs. "I don't think some people realise what it's like to be a switch."
"It used to be confusing but not so much anymore," Santana shrugs. "Sometimes I struggle though."
"Struggle with what, honey?" Shelby asks with concern in her tone.
"It's not always easy to get into a submissive state of mind after I've dominated, whether punishment or play, or vice versa. I'm working on it," Santana tells Shelby honestly. "I'm trying."
"That's all I'll ever ask of you."
To be continued.. Please leave a review to let me know what you think of the chapter. Thank you for reading :)