I do not own Glee or any of the characters created by Ryan Murphy. If I did we would see way more of Shelby. This story will contain spanking of a teenager. If that's not your thing stop reading now and go read something else.

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Rachel sat moving her pasta around her plate and pointedly ignoring her mother. Shelby was moving her pasta around her plate in a similar fashion as Rachel, but rather than ignoring her daughter she was studying Rachel intently trying to figure out exactly what was going on in her head. Finally putting her fork down Shelby reached across the table and took Rachel's unmoving hand in her own. "We need to talk, Rachel."

Rachel's dark eyes moved from her plate to her mother's face and she quickly pulled her hand away and sat up. Placing her hands on her lap she looked down and then back up. "What do we need to talk about?"

"How about what happened in class today with Mrs. Smith?" Shelby's voice was even. "Or how about the fact that you called Sweden to find out information on your dad?"

"Damn Sue Sylvester and her big mouth," Rachel growled. "I should have known she couldn't keep that to herself."

"Coach Sylvester did not tell me anything except that I needed to talk to your dads as soon as possible. She also recommended that I speak to the hospital regarding LeRoy's care and could use her name if needed."

"Oh." Rachel dropped her eyes to study her fingers again.

"I couldn't get ahold of your dads but I did call the hospital where the nurse on duty spilled everything that she had told LeRoy Berry's daughter earlier in the day."

"She did?"

"As soon as I mentioned Sue Sylvester she couldn't talk fast enough," Shelby admitted.

Rachel nodded, "Yeah, Coach brings that reaction out in most people." Rachel looked at her mother again. "Although she seems to like you which in itself is just a little bit scary."

Holding her smirk Shelby merely nodded. "I suppose it could be seen that way, but that's not why we need to have this chat. You messed up today, Rachel. In a rather big way."

"Come on, Mama. All I did was leave class early."

"You keep telling yourself that, Rachel." Shelby picked up her plate and Rachel's. "I want you to go upstairs and get ready for bed while I clean up. Then I want you to pick a corner and wait for me."

"You want me to stand in the corner? Why?" The whine was not needed and Shelby held in the groan she was feeling.

"I want you to think about why you treated Mrs. Smith the way you did today, young lady. I also want you to think about what you're going to say in the apology letter you will be writing to her."

"I am not apologizing!"

Turning from the sink where she had placed the plates Shelby's voice was deadly, "Yes, young lady, you are apologizing. In fact, I will be reading the letter before you give it to her and you will write it until I am satisfied it."

"This is stupid!" Rachel stood up and glared at Shelby. "Mrs. Smith wouldn't leave me alone and she was just being a bitch!"

Three fast steps brought Shelby to Rachel, and with the fourth step Shelby's hand made contact with Rachel's backside. "Your. Room. Now."

Saying nothing Rachel ran up the stairs making sure to slam her door for all she was worth upon reaching her bedroom.

Taking a deep breath, Shelby picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. "Hi Mom. No, I just wanted to apologize. The year I turned fifteen. Yep. The whole year." Hearing stomping from the bedroom Shelby groaned. "Mom, I need to go. Love you too. Tell Daddy I'm sorry as well. Thanks, Mom. Bye."

Hanging up the phone Shelby took a deep breath and headed upstairs deciding that dealing with Rachel had to take precedence over dealing with the dinner dishes.

Shelby didn't bother to knock on Rachel's door, deciding that surprise was one of her best weapons. It always worked when her mother did it to her so why not try it now that she was the mother.

Feeling a sense of déjà vu as Shelby walked in on her daughter pacing and muttering she shook the thoughts from her head as quickly as possible. "Rachel why aren't you ready for bed and in the corner?"

Rachel jumped at her mother's voice. She had been so involved in her pacing that she hadn't even noticed that Shelby joined her. "I asked you a question, young lady."

"I've been busy."

"You have five minutes to get into your pajamas, wash your face, and brush your teeth," Shelby announced.

"Are you kidding? My nightly routine takes at least thirty minutes and that is cutting it close."

"Now." Shelby crossed her arms in front of her and put on her hardest stare. Feeling a sense of doing something right when Rachel finally backed down and stomped to her bathroom pajamas in hand.

Shelby looked at the clock from her spot on Rachel's bed. It had now been eight minutes, and Rachel was still in the bathroom despite the knock and her requests for her come to come out three minutes ago. Why did Rachel have to be so stubborn? Shelby thought. "Because she's your daughter, that's why," Shelby answered herself out loud just as the bathroom door opened.

Shelby waited in silence as Rachel put her dirty clothes in the laundry basket hidden in her closet. When it became obvious that Rachel wasn't about to come near her mother, Shelby sighed one more. "The corner in front of me, Rachel. Now."

"No."

Standing Shelby quickly moved towards Rachel once more needing to hide her smirk when Rachel bolted to the corner before her mother could reach her. "Good decision, Rachel." Shelby's voice was flat. "One of the few you have made today. Stay there and think about why you're in trouble until I tell you otherwise."

Moving back to the bed Shelby watched Rachel shift in the corner. Allowing her thoughts to wander Shelby remembered how much she hated it when one of her parents had placed her in the corner to think. She had sworn to herself that she would never do the same thing to her kids because it was beyond cruel and unusual punishment. Chuckling silently she realized just how effective of a punishment it was and finally understood why her parents had used it with her.

"Alright Rachel, come over here please," Shelby directed not surprised when her daughter didn't move. "Rachel Barbra Berry move now." The tone worked and Rachel was next to her in less than a minute.

Pulling Rachel in between her legs Shelby grabbed the girl's hands in her own. "Tell me what's going on, Rachel."

"Nothing is going on, Mother," Rachel grumped. "I had a bad day at school, Mrs. Smith over reacted, and you are blowing the whole thing way out of proportion and turning into the bitch everyone says you are."

"Alright," Shelby shook her head and made her final decision. "I was just going to try and talk this out with you, Rachel but I see you are bound and determined to get more than just a lecture and a grounding tonight. You know the one thing that I will not tolerate is disrespect.

"You chose to disrespect Mrs. Smith today, and you have repeatedly disrespected me tonight, young lady. This is unacceptable and I think it's time you were reminded exactly of who the mother is, Rachel, because it is not you and you will not speak to me that way." Shelby waited a few moments and then spoke once more. "Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"Yes." Rachel glared at her mother. "Screw you."

"Enough." Shelby reached up and slid Rachel's pajama bottoms and panties down in one fell motion before pulling the girl over her lap. Raising her left hand Shelby shook her head as Rachel began to protest the unfairness of the spanking.

"You had your chance to speak, Rachel and you chose to be disrespectful yet again. I think it's time for me to talk now." Bringing her hand down Shelby rolled her eyes at the loud protest from her child. If she thought the wails would help lessen the sentence Rachel was sorely mistaken. Shelby had also been a drama diva growing up and she knew if anything, the worse you put on, the worse the spanking could be. Her hand fell in a steady rhythm and Rachel's bottom was soon showing the proof of Shelby's ministrations.

"I have had enough of the disrespect, Rachel. I understand that you are upset and that things are not easy right now, but that does not give you carte blanche to treat me or your teachers the way you have done today. Do you understand?" The question was followed up with a hard swat and Rachel's true tears finally began.

"Yes, I understand," Rachel sobbed. "Mama please, I'm sorry." Rachel's pleas began in full and Shelby knew the spanking was almost over.

Stopping for a moment Shelby steeled herself. "Bring me your hairbrush, Rachel."

"Mama, no!" Rachel protested as Shelby helped Rachel off her lap and wasn't surprised when Rachel let her pajama bottoms and panties fall to the floor.

"Hairbrush," Shelby repeated. "Right now."

Glad her pajama top was long rather than short, Rachel dragged herself to her bathroom and walked even more slowly back to her mother. "Please don't use the hairbrush, Mama," Rachel pleaded.

Taking the hairbrush from Rachel's hand, Shelby put it on the bed, and pulled Rachel towards her once more. "We're almost done. I need to drive this point home, Rachel."

Pulling Rachel back over her lap, Shelby picked up the hairbrush and took a deep breath. "Ten more, Rachel and then we're all done." Pronouncing sentence, Shelby began to use the hairbrush on her daughter's bottom being sure to pay attention to the sit spots and giving the back of each thigh one swat. Finally finishing Shelby put the tossed the hairbrush on the bed and helped Rachel in an upright position. Pulling Rachel onto her lap Shelby began to rock her and hum until Rachel's sobs turned into sniffles. "Get your panties, Rachel and put them on. Then you and I will talk some more."

Rachel nodded and gingerly stood stepping into her panties rubbing her still throbbing bottom as she moved back to the bed. Lying down, Rachel put her head in Shelby's lap glad her mother had decided to sit against the headboard.

"My bottom is on fire," Rachel whined.

"I know." Shelby ran her fingers gently through Rachel's hair. "Believe me, I know."

Rachel giggled a bit despite the state of her bottom. There had been something comforting about her mother disciplining her despite the craziness that was going on in their lives and the consistency made Rachel feel safe and even more loved by Shelby. Most of her anger had gone, although she still harbored some towards her fathers along with sadness at their lies.

"What are you giggling about?" Shelby broke into Rachel's thoughts.

"Bubbe used the hairbrush on you too, huh?"

Shelby groaned, "Yes your Bubbe had a special affinity for the hairbrush when I chose to be disrespectful towards her."

"What about Saba?"

"I found his hand more than adequate as did he," Shelby finally admitted.

"Were you in trouble a lot, Mama?" Rachel asked quietly.

"Enough," Shelby's fingers began their movements through Rachel's hair once more. "I was a pretty stubborn kid and an even more stubborn teen. I was also a little bit of a diva and enjoyed drama almost as much as you do."

"Ha-ha," Rachel replied. "Mama?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"What else do you think my dads have they lied to me about?"

"What are you talking about, Rachel?"

"My dads," Rachel frowned. "What else have they lied to me about over the years?"

"Rachel, I know that what you found out from the hospital is more than upsetting. I hardly know how to handle it and I'm an adult. I don't know why your dads didn't tell you about LeRoy's condition but I imagine it's because they didn't want to overwhelm you, and they thought that they were protecting you."

"The same way they protected me from you?" Rachel sniffed glad of the comfort of her mother's fingers still in her hair. "I could have had you my entire life but they were too insecure to allow that. I needed a mom and they didn't care. They lied about how you didn't want contact until I was eighteen and then they'd never talk about it after I'd already found you. I learned not to ask because I wouldn't get an answer."

"Rachel…"

Shelby was cut off as Rachel continued, "Did you know that I asked them to contact you when I was younger. They asked what I wanted for my eighth birthday and I told them the only thing that I wanted was my mom. I wanted to meet my mom." Rachel sniffed and turned her head to look up at Shelby. "If you hadn't given up so easily then you would have been there and if they hadn't lied then you would have been there. If they lied about this then what's to say they haven't lied about most major things in my life?"

"Oh, sweetie." Pulling Rachel into her lap Shelby cradled her daughter in silence for a few moments. "I am so sorry, Rachel."

"I know, Mama. I understand, I do, but I'm still mad at them and finding out that Dad isn't doing very well and they're keeping it from me hurts a lot."

Saying nothing Shelby chose to hold her daughter close. Rocking her back and forth Shelby hummed for a few moments before beginning to sing, "Come stop your crying,

It will be all right

Just take my hand

Hold it tight…"

"Tarzan, Mama?" Rachel yawned.

Shelby stopped for a moment. "Yep," she said quietly before quietly finishing the song while Rachel fell asleep her head still in Shelby's lap.

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