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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Chapter 18
"Daddy you have got to tell Mom that she can't really ground me!" Shelby pleaded into the phone.
"Sorry sweetie but I'm with your mom on this one."
"Daddy I am a grown woman there is no way I can be grounded," Shelby protested.
"Shelby are you on the phone? Has it been so long that you don't remember what being grounded meant?" Emily stormed into her daughter's room and took the cell phone from her. "No phone, young lady."
"Mom!" Shelby flopped back onto her bed as Rachel broke into laughter at her bedroom door as her grandmother put the phone to her ear.
"So Mama, how's lockdown?" Rachel managed to ask between snorts.
"Lovely," Shelby replied smiling when her mother handed her the phone back. Placing it back on her ear her smile soon fell, "But Daddy that's not fair." Saying nothing else Shelby nodded and then sighed again, "Love you too. Bye."
Removing the phone from her daughter's hand yet again Emily chuckled when Shelby threw herself back on the bed rather dramatically. "That didn't work when you were fifteen it's not going to work now."
"This is not fair," Shelby pouted. "You've made your point, Mom. You don't need to do this."
"Oh I think I do," Emily responded moving to the door. "Rachel downstairs, you're going to help me make lunch today. Shelby, I'll let you know when lunch is ready."
"You were serious? I'm stuck in here?"
Emily nodded, "At least until lunch. Use the time to think about why you're here. And do not think of using that window to escape."
"Damn it," Shelby muttered turning over and screaming into her pillow as her mother shut her bedroom door.
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Rachel was busy making the salad while her grandmother worked on the sandwiches, "Bubbe?"
"Hmm?"
"Is Mama really grounded?" Rachel had stopped her prep work and was now looking at Emily fully.
Wiping her hands on a kitchen towel Emily took Rachel by the hand and led her to the kitchen table. Waiting until Rachel sat down Emily did the same and then took both of the girl's hands in her own. "Yes and no."
"What does that mean?" Rachel asked.
"It means that your mother needs to remember it's not only her that is effected when her behavior is far from acceptable."
"So because she did something I might do you're treating her like you would me?" Rachel smiled slightly.
"Yep," Emily moved her hand and brushed the hair from Rachel's face. "Though I don't even think you would have done what your mother did last night."
"Probably not," Rachel affirmed. "Though I'd have better taste than to wind up naked with someone like Sue Sylvester."
"Rachel!" Emily snickered as her granddaughter gave her an innocent look.
"What?" Rachel grinned at the laughing woman in front of her. "I'm getting hungry, Bubbe. Think we should finish lunch and let Mama out of her room for a while?"
"I don't know, Rachel," Emily moved back to making the sandwiches. "She really needs to learn a lesson. Spending the day in her room might be just the trick."
"Unless you have some chores you need done," Rachel giggled plating the now made salad.
Stopping what she was doing once more Emily moved to Rachel and put her arm around the girl kissing the top of her head. "You have learned well from my daughter, young one."
"Thanks Bubbe."
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Shelby was muttering under her breath as she finished mopping the kitchen floor. Leave it to her mother to bring her back to her teen years with chores and room confinement. Knowing she'd never be able to last the entire weekend under such conditions Shelby began to think of ways to escape as she headed to the laundry room to begin the hundred loads of laundry her mother had scrounged up for her to do.
Shelby's thoughts were interrupted as she loaded the washing machine by Rachel's voice, "Mama?"
"Yes Rachel?"
"Bubbe wanted to know if you had any school work you needed to finish," Rachel suppressed the giggle at her mother's expression.
"She just happened to be wondering that, Rachel?"
Rachel nodded, "Yes, I told her I needed to finish reading that awful book for Mrs. Smith and she told me to come and ask you if you had any work to get done before Monday."
Sighing Shelby debated whether or not she should lie to her mother. Finally deciding that would truly hurt her and her students more than help she nodded, "You can tell your Bubbe that I do have work I need to finish for school before Monday."
"Okay," Rachel turned to go and then stopped and turned back to her mother. "Bubbe said if you had work you were to get it and bring it to the kitchen table to work on so she could keep an eye on you." Not able to suppress the laugh this time Rachel took off running before her mother could reach her.
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Looking up from her lesson plans Shelby frowned at her mother, "Come to see if I'm actually doing my homework, Mother?"
"Watch the attitude, Shelby." Emily slid into the chair next to Shelby.
"What do you expect? I thought you were expecting and unruly teenager, congrats, Mom, you have one." Shelby snipped.
"Do you really want to do this with me, Shelby?" Emily asked leaning back in her seat.
Sighing Shelby pressed a button on her laptop and then removed the flash drive before closing the machine. "I need to finish the laundry." Standing Shelby moved towards the laundry room as her anger and frustration simmered. She understood the point her mother was trying to make but damned if it wasn't frustrating as hell that her mother felt the pointed needed to be made in the first place.
Switching the loads of laundry Shelby figured that her mother wasn't happy with her attitude or behavior from early and wondered if she'd just made her bad weekend even worse.
Returning to the kitchen Shelby grabbed her laptop and then headed towards the stairs only to be stopped. "Shelby come here please."
Sighing at her mother's voice she moved towards the living area and sat down in the large chair placing her laptop on the table. "Where's Rachel?"
"She and Kurt have gone to the mall for a few hours. Something about a shopping emergency." Emily held up her hands before Shelby could speak. "She will be back before dinner, she knows not to go anywhere else, and I gave her some money for a snack at the food court."
"Thanks. So what did you want to talk about?" Shelby asked.
"Tell me why you're so upset," Emily's voice was quiet and Shelby closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'm mad at myself for what I did," She finally admitted. "I got so drunk I let Sue not only into my house but in my bed and I can't remember if I slept with her or not."
"Well, technically you did," Emily teased. "You just aren't sure about the sex part."
Groaning Shelby put her head in her hands, "I can't believe I said that to Rachel."
"Come here, sweetie." Emily patted the seat on the couch next to her.
Moving to the couch Shelby put her head on her mother's shoulder and tried to relax. "You haven't lost your touch you know."
"Well the way your daughter was looking at me in awe today I figured I hadn't forgotten all the best ways to punish you." Emily teased.
"I'd almost forgotten the homework at the kitchen table," Shelby admitted. "That always did drive me nuts."
"I know," Emily smirked at Shelby's expression. "I had to get creative with all the ways you learned to escape from your room. It was much better all the way around to keep you in my line of sight. Not to mention that your father enjoyed torturing you as much as I did when we kept you in our sight."
Noticing the blush on Shelby's face Emily shook her head, "How were you planning to escape this time, young lady?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Mom." Shelby lied as her blush deepened.
"Are you lying to me Shelby Lorraine Corcoran?" Emily demanded.
"I take the fifth on that," Shelby muttered. "Ouch! Mom what is it with you swatting my leg?"
"Don't you lie to me, young lady," Emily hugged Shelby closer. "I know you were planning a great escape, you're a horrible liar, Shelby." Emily laughed as Shelby huffed.
"I'm a better liar than Rachel," she finally grinned at her mother. "Though she does take after me in other respects."
"That she does," Emily agreed. "And do you really want her to come home drunk some night and have you find her in bed, naked with somebody the next morning?"
"Stick, sharp stick," Shelby muttered. "Thanks for planting that image in my head, Mom."
"Imagine the image in my head, Shelby." Emily raised an eyebrow at her daughter. "I don't think I'd been that shocked by you since the hair dye incident of '87."
"Yeah," Shelby smiled in remembrance. "That was spectacular on my part, wasn't it? I never thought humans were capable of those noises."
"Well apparently we are," Emily hugged her daughter closer. "That is one story your father and I promise never to tell Rachel."
"Thank you. How about I go put my computer away and you and I watch a movie before Rachel gets home?"
Emily kissed her daughter's temple before shaking her head, "You're grounded remember? No movies."
"Mom, come on, you've made your point." Shelby whined.
"And I will be making it all weekend, Shelby. Go ahead and put your laptop away and then head back down here. I'm sure we'll find something for us to do."
Sighing heavily Shelby finally slid off the couch and walked as slowly as possible up the stairs to do as her mother asked.
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Shelby glared at her mother over the dinner dishes. Her mother was taking the whole grounding way too far in Shelby's opinion and she was done with it. More than done with it actually. Rachel had come home from shopping with Kurt in a wonderful mood and had promptly asked if she could go out for a movie that evening. Shelby had given her permission and offered to drive them only to have her mother let Shelby know in no uncertain terms that she would not be driving that weekend. Emily had offered her services and then informed Shelby that she would be riding along whether she wanted to or not.
The glaring had not worked to get Shelby out of her enforced ride along and she now found herself behind Rachel but in front of her mother as they filed out of the house. Moving as slowly as possible Shelby wondered just how long she could take walking to the car.
"Shelby would you please hurry up a little bit?" Emily encouraged.
"Why are we in a hurry?" Shelby stopped walking completely and turned to glare at her mother again.
"Enough attitude Shelby," Emily sighed.
"Fuck my attitude, mother." Shelby heard Rachel gasp before finding herself yelping when her mother's hand connected hard with her backside.
"Rachel go wait at the car for us, we'll just be a minute," Emily instructed shaking her now stinging hand. Putting her arm around Shelby's upper arm she moved her back into the house and closed the door behind them. Holding up her hand Emily narrowed her eyes at Shelby. "That is enough, young lady. I know that you are not happy with this situation but you brought it on yourself. I would suggest that unless you want to see if my hairbrush still works on your bottom that you get yourself to the car, get inside, and not say one more word until you are spoken to. Do I make myself clear?"
Gulping at the familiar expression on her mother's face Shelby nodded, "Yes Ma'am."
"Good. Now move." Emily opened the door and motioned for Shelby to exit before her.
Slowly moving past her mother Shelby's hands automatically moved to protect her still stinging bottom as she left the house. Reaching her mother's car in the driveway Shelby merely shook her head at Rachel's questioning gaze. "I don't want to talk about it, Rachel."
"Okay," Rachel heard the car unlock and began to slide into the backseat only to be stopped by Shelby.
"I'll sit in the back," Shelby stated.
"You will sit in the front, Shelby. Rachel will be getting out soon besides we have to pick up Santana and Kurt and I don't think they want to sit in the backseat with you." Emily's pronouncement caused Shelby to roll her eyes.
"And don't roll your eyes at me, young lady." Emily added.
Hearing Rachel snort from the back seat Shelby sighed heavily and leaned her head against the window of the car. "This sucks." She grumbled.
"Not a word, Shelby." Emily reminded her as Rachel snorted once more while her grandmother pulled out of the driveway.
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"We need to talk, Shelby." Emily kicked off her shoes as they entered the house and watched as Shelby did the same.
"I know, Mom." The younger woman sighed. "Wine?"
"I think we both need it." Emily agreed.
Moving into the kitchen Shelby poured two glasses of wine handing one to her mother they moved into the living area and sat on the couch facing one another. Tucking a leg under her Shelby leaned back a bit and took a sip of wine. "This is not how I'd envisioned the weekend."
"Me either, sweetie." Emily ran her finger around the rim of her glass. "I am sorry about swatting you in front of Rachel, Shelby. I reacted to what you said and wasn't thinking."
Shelby shrugged and gave a wry smile, "It's okay, I deserved it. I would have done the same thing."
"I know. So what do you think Rachel is making of this weekend?"
Shelby laughed dryly, "My guess; that you're never too old to be in trouble with your mother."
"And here I was hoping she'd learn never to come home drunk and let your mother find you in bed naked with a strange woman or man for that matter." Emily teased.
Grinning at her mother Shelby put her glass on the table behind her, "I owe you an apology, Mom. I've been acting just like I did when I was Rachel's age. I know you're trying to make a point and I guess I'm taking my anger for myself out on you."
Emily put her glass down on the coffee table and moved to bring her daughter into a hug, "Thank you for recognizing that and apologizing. You know I love you Shelby."
"I love you too, Mom. So what do we do now?"
"Popcorn and a movie?"
"I thought I was grounded."
"You are but I won't tell me if you don't tell me," Emily smiled.
"I think I can handle that." Shelby agreed. "What do you want to watch?"
"Anything but Funny Girl," Emily replied kissing her daughter's temple. "God knows I watched that enough with you growing up, I don't want to see it again."
"Got it," Shelby giggled. "Funny Girl it is," she teased smiling as her mother groaned and shoved her lightly before moving to go and make the popcorn.