I don't own Glee :(
A/N: Someone nswered what I guessed you would say. And the rest were completely wrong, one being not even close!
I admit. I sort of lied. The girl's name MAY have an 'r' n it, but I can't say it definitely does or doesn't because it might give it away...
You'll find out in the chapter after this because I can't help but write more, and some people may still want to answer.
Clue3: She's sort of a bitch sometimes, but she has an invisible soft side. Rory hasn't seen much of her soft side until this story.
Clue4: She knows who Brittany is, she was just playing with Rory.
Clue5: She has a father in the medical business (doctors, dentists, therapists...)
Clue6: It isn't someone you'd expect... Think for a while.
So, you can change your answer if you'd like.
"Hey, Rory."
Rory sniffled, the slowly glanced over.
She fidgeted with her long shirt, turning to the side, striking a pose. "Am I beautiful? What do you like about me?"
"You're nose, I guess. Your breasts are huge."
"Anything wrong?"
"Not really. It's the only real outfit I have seen you in since we've met."
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She slapped Rory's rear, scolding, "Stop! You don't act like this!"
"Why do you spank me?" Rory asked.
"I can say or do whatever I want, and you're being bad." She slapped him again. "And I'm better than you, so I have to teach you your place."
"Can I lay on my belly instead? I do not like being spanked when I am on my side."
"No." She strike him two more times, then left back to her computer. He laid, reflecting on what he'd done.
He focused on how much his ass stung. Wow, that girl was strong! The pain had went right through his pants, and the spanking hurt just as much as it would've if he'd been undressed.
He was mean to her, but she was the one that was holding him hostage.
Soon, after arguing with himself, he was convinced that he deserved to be spanked.
"Rory," the girl said, "are you going to be a good boy? Or will I have to spank you again?"
"I'll be a good boy."
She soon logged out of Facebook, and joined him on the bed.
When he felt the bed slightly sink down, he rolled over to see the girl.
She said, "Why are you resisting?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just give in. Don't fight me." She reached to rub his shoulder. "I don't want to fight anymore. Let me be in control. I'll take care of you, Rory, trust me."
It took a while, but her eyes persuaded him that it was okay. He made his way into her arms.
"I don't want to be the bad guy," she murmured, surrounding him in her embrace, caressing his back lightly. "I don't want to be mean to you, I want to take care of you..."