Author's Note

Oh, how I hate the ubiquitous author's note. However, I find myself needing to write one to you due to unfortunate circumstances beyond my control from this past year.

First and foremost, I had computer issues. I was unable to get to my computer to write updates to my stories. That's correct, I couldn't get to my computer. You see, I have a health condition that sometimes makes it hard or damn near impossible to reach my computer. I was told without some lifestyle modifications that I would be in an even worse predicament. So, writing had to go on the back burner. I didn't have a laptop or have money for one. I am on a very limited income and it was all I could do to keep up with bills and household expenses.

I should have told you all sooner, but I kept thinking my health condition would be resolved. Instead, it kept getting worse. And weeks, and then months went by with no end in sight and I realized I wouldn't be having another update. Sometimes there would be a break and I'd be able to get a chapter of Sam out, but not of my Glee fic. For that I am sorry, I am working on both now.

I finally have a laptop! And I will be using it. I've had it for a few months, but it took a while to save up for the license I needed for the word document program to be able to type and use the machine. I am now working on both stories but between doctors' appointments, hospital trips, and possible therapy appointments thrown in there (if I'm ever able to drive again) well, it may be slow going.

I just wanted you to know that I am committed to Sam and to Glee and will hopefully have new chapters out within this month.

I hope this author's note wasn't too terribly horrible or painful. Or full of news that was too horrid. I just knew I needed to let you all know what was going on.

Please hang in there with me. I promise that I haven't given up.

Kik

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 42

Throwing open the door to the range rover, Rachel slid from the back of the car into the garage and then stomped to the door to the house. Opening it, she looked back at the car containing her mother and Coach Sylvester. Narrowing her eyes, she entered the house and slammed the door to the garage as hard as she could causing the door frame and wall to rattle.

"Well, that went better than expected." Shelby quipped as she slowly exited the car and waited for her partner to follow. "So, what do you think we should do with Rachel?"

"I think we should save her a spot in the NSA's non-existent spy school if this Broadway thing doesn't work out for her. Don't tell her, but I'm damned proud of her." Opening the door to the house for Shelby, Sue followed the shorter woman inside. "What she and Santana did today was genius. I never would have thought they'd had it in them, and I hadn't even thought of it." Sue smiled. "And I, don't overlook much."

Hearing stomping Shelby sighed. "That girl is going to be the death of me." She commented pulling off her heels and tossing them in the nearest corner so she didn't trip on them later. "I say we order in tonight. I'm too tired to cook and I know I won't feel like doing much of anything after dealing with Rachel tonight."

Sue put her arm around Shelby and kissed the top of her head. "I would agree with you on that point, Ethel. Neither of us need to cook and after WE deal with Rachel, we will be even more worn out. No need to stress over what to make when we have perfectly good take out here in Lima."

"Even if the burger joint down town doesn't deliver?" Shelby teased.

"Even then." Sue grinned and then frowned as Rachel joined them holding out a huge cloth beach bag in front of her. "Ethel Junior?"

"My iPad, phone, iPod, chrome book, laptop, reader tablets, etc. Everything that brings me joy." Rachel rolled her eyes and tried to throw the bag at her mother only to be stopped by Sue.

"No, Rachel." Sue's voice was level and she took the bag from the teen. "You can be angry, hell, you can be totally pissed. But you don't have the right to act that way towards your mother and you know it."

Sighing, Rachel looked up at the blonde and shook her head. It wasn't fair, she had lost both her fathers but had gained a Coach. Her life was turning upside down and nobody wanted to let her know what was even happening. And when she took matters into her own hands she was in trouble. Big trouble.

"Sorry." Rachel mumbled. "So, are you going to court martial me now or later?"

"I think we will eat first," Sue replied. "Your mom is going to go get changed while I order us dinner and then I'll go change while we wait."

"And me?" Rachel asked. "What will I be doing?"

"You, my dear, will be changing too. That way we are all comfortable during the court martial." Pulling out the take-out menus from the kitchen draw where they were kept Sue passed them to Rachel. "Pick your poison."

Taking the menus, Rachel looked through them and then pulled one out and passed it back to Sue. "This one."

Looking at it, Sue nodded. "The usual?"

"Yep." Rachel turned to climb up the stairs when she turned around and looked at Sue. "How much trouble am I in?"

"Let's put it this way, Ethel Jr.," Sue began. "I'll order you an extra order of garlic naan and mango lassi."

"Great, just great." Rachel dragged her feet up the stairs and into her room as slowly as possible while Sue ordered from their favorite Indian place.

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Putting the last of the leftovers away and throwing the last of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher Sue and Shelby then turned their attention to the teenager sitting at the kitchen table looking as if she had been put out by asking to stay there. "I don't understand why you just won't tell me what my punishment is so I can go to my room." Rachel huffed. "It's not like I broke into the White House."

"No, but you probably could have if you wanted to." Sue said quietly as she focused on Rachel. "Come on, Ethel jr. We need to talk and I want to be comfortable."

"What do you mean, we need to talk?" Rachel asked in confusion. "You never talk with me about punishments."

"Well, Rachel," Shelby finally spoke as they all took a seat in the living area. "We decided since you did this to Sue that Sue would handle this punishment."

Jumping up off the chair she was in Rachel turned to face her mother and the cheerleading coach who sat together on the couch. "What? Wait! What exactly does that mean? That Coach is handling this punishment?"

"What it means, Rachel, is that I will be the one telling you exactly what your punishment is for everything that you and Santana did, that I will be the one to make sure the punishment is given out, and I will be the one making sure it's being followed."

Deciding she'd had enough of the unfairness of the situation; Rachel began to storm from the room. "Rachel, stop." Shelby's voice was stern and Rachel stopped mid storm out. "Are you taking back my punishment?"

"No."

"Then I'm leaving." Rachel began to walk again only to be stopped by her mother grabbing her arm. "I believe I told you to stop."

Rachel huffed and turned to go once more, "I don't care! I have one parent left. Remember? Or are you now telling me that Coach is another one? It's not as if you're letting me know what is going on with my fathers; well, former fathers. LeRoy could be dead and I wouldn't even know!" Rachel's voice ended in a shout as she jerked free from Shelby and headed towards the stairs and the freedom of her room.

"Okay, Rachel, that's enough!" Sue's coach voice stopped the teen cold. "You do not speak to your mother that way. Ever. And I know that you know better than to speak to me that way."

"What way, Coach?" Rachel pressed.

"That disrespectful, bratty way that you just expressed. Looking at Shelby and seeing a slight nod Sue gave a deep breath. I need a time out, Rachel. She walked back to her spot on the couch and sat down. "Go up to your room and wait for me, young lady. I'll be up in 15 minutes to discuss things with you and to discuss your punishment in full. You won't have to worry about electronic devices because you won't have any. Not for a while."

"This is crazy!" Rachel stomped her foot. "Mama!" Looking at her mother for support the girl's big brown eyes pleaded for help.

Taking a deep breath, Shelby took a deep breath, "Rachel, do what Sue said and go to your room."

"Fine, I just wish I knew what turned you into such a bitch!" Before she knew what was happening Rachel felt a slap from her mother. Holding her cheek, Rachel tried to run but felt a firm grip on her arm.

"That was uncalled for Rachel." Sue's voice was unwavering. "I'm not sure what is going on with you, but calling your mother a bitch is not allowed in this house. You, young lady, know that. We would tell you if anything happened to either of your dads but for some reason you have it in your head that we wouldn't. I am not sure where that came from or why. Has your mother ever given you reason to not trust her? To think that she wouldn't give you information that pertained to you that was important? Has she ever acted like your fathers? Has she lied to you, Rachel? Has she ever told you one thing and done another? Ever?"

Sue stared down at the petite brunette and waited. "I'm waiting for an answer, Rachel."

"No," Rachel sighed. "She's never done any of that."

"Then what makes you think that she would start now?"

Rachel shrugged. "I don't know, what made you think that she would hand off my punishments to you now, Sue?"

"Alright, Rachel, enough." Sue's voice was even. "We are going to have a talk about your attitude. Right now."

Rolling her eyes, Rachel jumped when her mother's hand connected with her bottom. "Enough, young lady."

"Fine." Rachel pouted. "I'll attempt to do nothing and please you both."

"Sarcasm does not suit you well, young lady." Sue's voice was sharp and Rachel glared at the woman before throwing herself on the couch.

"Alright, let's go over this." Sue began. "First and foremost, you came up with a plan to circumvent all the safeguards we had in place for you when it came to you and contacting your fathers."

"And?"

"And you masterminded a plan that made me prouder than I can ever say." Sue continued. "Not to mention that you decided to get the federal government involved, called your mother a bitch, and then challenged me on my involvement in your life."

"Well, I just wanted to know where you fell in my life. Are you my coach, my teacher, are you Sue, my mom's girlfriend, my mentor, the woman whom if she had a dick would have probably be my stepfather by now or would have knocked my mother up?"

"Okay, that's enough." Sue's voice was firm and calm. "I do believe I've had enough of your mouth tonight, Rachel."

"Oh, I am so scared." Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her. "What are you going to do, Sue?"

"Rachel Barbra!" Shelby's voice was warning but Sue held up her hand.

"No, Shelby, I have this. You said that I get to determine this punishment, right? That no matter what I choose you will back even if you don't agree with it or understand my decision?"

"What are you saying, Sue?" The brunette asked.

"Yeah, Sue, what are you saying?" Rachel mimicked. "Because we all know how you feel about my mother's favorite form of punishment. "What are you going to do have me run the track at McKinley until I throw up?"

"Not quite." The blonde gave the teen a look that would have sent most kids in her position to the point of self-preservation but Rachel wasn't most kids. "Rachel will you please go and wait in your room?"

"For what?"

"Your spanking." Sue's voice was even and Rachel's brown eyes bugged from her head.

"What? Mom? She can't, you can't. You can't. You can't." Rachel began to mutter as realization set in that Sue wasn't joking.

"I believe that I can, Rachel. I just need a few pointers from your mom." Sue stared at the teen. "Since I've never actually done this before, I figure I need to ask an expert how one departs an expert spanking on a teenager's ass to get across a point. You're the first teenager I've ever wanted to spank, Rachel. I'm not sure if that's a good thing, meaning that I care about you more than I thought possible, or a bad thing, meaning that I've lost my values at the door. Either way, it means that your ass is mine, Ethel Jr. So, go and wait in your room and I will be up when I am ready to beat a rhythm on your backside to rival any conga drum you've ever heard." Sue stood and pointed up the stairs and waited until Rachel stomped up the stairs and then slammed her bedroom door with a loud slam.

Standing Shelby took Sue's hands in her own before leading her to the couch and sitting down again. "Are you sure about this, Sue?"

"I am." Sue nodded and she gently kissed Shelby on the lips. "That girl has pushed more than Sisyphus trying to get the boulder uphill. I refuse to let her get the better of either of us. She feels that she

can do what she wants then I beg to differ with her."

"Have you ever thought of spanking anyone before?" Shelby asked. "For punishment I mean." She amended as Sue's eyes began to sparkle.

"Nope." Shaking her head, Sue stood up and she found herself pacing for a moment. "Tell me, Ethel, is a hairbrush warranted here because I feel one is needed or will be needed."

Nodding, Shelby slowly headed into the downstairs bathroom and came back with a square backed wooden hairbrush. "Here," handing the wooden brush to the tall blonde Shelby than sat down once more. "You'll need this today. I'd say ten to twelve swats with that should make your point depending on how much she's fighting you."

"And before that?" Sue asked as took Shelby's hand into her own once more.

"A warm up." Shelby knew this was a turning point for all of them. For Sue it showed her commitment to the family unit they were becoming. For Rachel, it showed her how much Sue really did care about her and how much her mother would allow Sue into the role of another parent. And for Shelby it showed what Sue truly meant. She wasn't going anywhere; she was there for everything. Even the messy stuff and this was going to be messy. She was certain of that.

"A warm up?" Sue looked confused. "You mean like push-ups or something?"

A chuckle escaped Shelby. "Or something." I mean like ten swats over her jeans with just your hand, and then another ten over her panties, and then another ten or so on her bare behind before you go to town on her with that hair brush."

"You're advocating me spanking her on her bare bottom?" Sue's face showed one of horror. "Isn't that child abuse? Or at least child endangerment?" She shook her head. "I don't think I can. Besides, I'm not her parent. I don't think I should be seeing her bare backside that way. Not until you and I are married or something. Then it would be different."

"Married?" Shelby's stomach dropped.

"Of course, Ethel." Sue leaned over to kiss Shelby. "I thought you knew that's where this was heading." Kissing the woman again, Sue smiled at her and lifted the brush. "So, if I'm not comfortable seeing your progeny's bare bottom, what do I do?"

"The same as I outlined, only more and harder." Shelby informed Sue. "But I really think you should rethink that part. If it's her modesty you're afraid of, then I have an idea…." Shelby trailed off and Sue began to smile.

"I do believe that's a good compromise. It just might work, Ethel." Hearing stomping from upstairs, Sue took a deep breath. "I can do this."

"Yes, Martina, you can." Shelby reassured her. This time, it was Shelby who leaned over on the couch and gave Sue a searing kiss. "Now, go take care of the kid."