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 43

Sighing heavily Sue walked up the stairs towards Rachel's room. Taking a deep breath, she went over the mental checklist in her head. Hairbrush, check, thick sweatpants if they showed up, check, bare assed spanking without losing the kid's modesty check…. Stopping the mental checklist Sue stopped outside Ethel jr.'s room and knocked.

"Come in," Rachel sniffed.

Fake tears, check. Walking into Rachel's bedroom, Sue looked around and noticed the lack of computer on the desk, the lack of the tablet on the desk, in fact all of the electronics were gone from the room and there were black cloths overs the posters of Spring Awaking, Annie, and Wicked. "Really, E.J.?" Sue began, "Mourning swag for your posters?"

"Of course," Rachel replied sadly. "You never told me how long it would be before I'd hear them again, so, of course, they're sad." She finished melodramatically.

"Oh, my little drama queen, I'd say a couple days without your electronics will be enough since you're going to have your ass warmed."

"You were serious about that?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, I was." Sue replied. "But we need to talk first."

"Talk about what?" Rachel questioned. "Talk about how you're going to beat my ass because I decided to be a tad disrespectful today?"

"We're going to talk about why I am going to spank your ass today."

"That's easy, I was disrespectful to you and to mama."

"True," Sue agreed. "But more than that, I care about you, Rachel. More than I thought I would care about you. And since your mom and I will one day be married, I thought it would be a good time for you to get used to me being in this role."

"You're getting married?" Rachel's eyes widened. "When?"

"No idea. I was just giving you a heads up." Sue replied. "This is an important conversation, Rachel. We need to have it."

"I've never seen you like this, Coach." Rachel's voice was quiet. "It's a bit scary if I'm going to be honest."

"I know." Sue sighed heavily. "It scares me a bit too, Rachel. Come sit by me or pull that chair across from me." Her voice was low and soft and Rachel pulled her desk chair across from Sue.

Getting as comfortable as she could Rachel waited for the blonde woman to start speaking. "I'm not sure where to begin, Rachel." Sue finally spoke. "So, let's start at the beginning. This thing with your mom took me and your mom by surprise. I don't this either of us expected it. I know there were a lot of people that just thought it would be a fling. A Sue Sylvester and Shelby Corcoran special as it were."

"But it became more than that." Rachel said softly.

"It did." Sue agreed. "Your fathers failed as parents spectacularly and your mom and I got much closer. We talked a lot, Rachel. More than I think people understand. I am not just the most award-winning cheerleading coach in the state, I am capable of intense emotions. Just as Shelby is not just the most award-winning glee coach in the state but she is capable of intense emotions as well."

"I am aware." Rachel confirmed. "You are both multi-faceted. But why tell me this?"

"Because I have come to love your mother, Rachel. And I know the two of you are a package deal. It didn't mean that I had to love you. But I had to respect you, treat you well, only taunt you at school when needed, stop the slushies or suffer the wrath of one Shelby Corcoran. The thing is Rachel, I came to start loving you as well. Oh, it started small. Our food binges and prank calls, you and Santana learning so well from me. And now, this. You surpassed the teacher, Grasshopper. I am so impressed with you that if the NSA had a spy school, I would sign you up. I mean what better way to gather national intelligence than to be an international singer and spy? Don't tell me that you don't feel it, Rachel. The rush of adrenaline when you do something like you did to get the results that you wanted."

"Okay, I won't tell that I don't feel it. I do feel it. It's amazing. Absolutely amazing. I mean to have it fall into my lap so easily was great. But I don't know that I could do it on a daily basis. I just wanted to make sure that I could do that to get in contact with my former fathers if needed."

"And your mom and I promised you that we would make sure that you would have contact with them if anything else went wrong. Did we not?"

"You did."

"Have we ever lied to you?" Sue asked.

"No." Rachel answered."

"Then why do you think we'd start now over something so important?"

"Just a feeling I had." Rachel responded honestly. "Haven't you ever done anything because of that?"

"I have, and then I usually find myself in trouble." Sue sighed once more. "Just like you find yourself in today."

"Come on Sue, we don't have to do this." Rachel begged.

"We do, Ethel jr.", Sue confirmed. "Don't you see? Me loving you, means that I have to do this. Otherwise I'd be shirking my responsibilities as your…. I don't know…. Other Coach figure?"

Rachel sighed this time and stood up. She moved her desk chair back to her desk and took a deep breath. She knew how hard it had been for the cheerleading coach to admit all that. It was time for her to admit her own truth to the woman. Turning around she paused and took a deep breath. "Coach I'm not sure, yet, how I feel about you. I do know that I see you as more than a teacher from my school, and more that my mother's lover. I know that I care about you and your opinion of me quite deeply. If something happened to you, I would be very upset and I would hate it if our Saturday schools with Santana were suddenly cancelled. Is it love? I'm not sure, but I know that it's close enough for me to tell strangers that I have a very unconventional family. That I have one mom, one kind of mom figure, and 2 two ex-dads. So, you see, Coach, that I don't hate having you around. I enjoy it at times and I'm learning a ton from you. It may not be legal, but I'm still learning."

"Well, then," Sue cleared her throat and patted the bed next to her. "I guess we'd better get this over with, huh?"

"Nah," Rachel gave her best show face. "We've done great so far. I say we just keep going and forget this impending punishment."

"Nice try, kid." Sue was once again all business. "Let's just get this over with before I forget everything your mom taught me about spanking a kid's ass to leave a lasting impression."

Suddenly feeling herself being pulled over Sue's lap Rachel let out a small squawk of protest. "Come on, Sue, we don't have to do this."

"Yes, yes we do." Sue said glumly. "But we can't do it like this." Tapping Rachel's hip. "Lift up." She commanded.

Sadly, doing so, Rachel knew she'd now lose the protection of the thick sweatpants she was wearing. Glad she had on the biking shorts; Rachel allowed Sue to pull down the sweats. "There you go, Sue, happy now?" Rachel asked sarcastically only to feel a very hard swat to her bottom.

"Are you?" Sue asked as she quietly shook out her hand. No wonder Shelby had told her she needed to warm up first. Wishing the warm up was of the sit up or push up variety Sue began a steady tattoo of swats to Rachel's bottom. She knew that the biking shorts had some padding but decided that it was okay for now; after all she'd never done this before and Rachel didn't seem to mind the warm up. Much. The small squawks of protest were all she was hearing after all.

After she thought her hand might fall off, Sue stopped again and pushed Rachel back down over her lap. "Where do you think you're going, Ethel jr?"

"Aren't we done?" Rachel asked. She figured she already knew the answer but wanted to try and keep Sue feeling guilty if she could. Did Sue feel guilty? Rachel wondered.

"That was just the warm up." Sue confirmed what Rachel already knew. "Your mom suggested that we use it so my hand wouldn't fall off and so you could get used to the idea of me spanking you."

"Well, I'm not used to the idea." Rachel complained. "I mean your legs are too long for one thing." Trying to get Sue to let her up again Rachel was held down by a firm hand. "And what's with the not letting me get up and move? I mean what if I need to use the bathroom?"

"Do you?"

"Well, no."

"Then enjoy your view of the floor."

Rachel began to squirm. "Come on, Sue. Let me down!" She felt so short being across Sue's lap like this. Never before had she felt so much like the munchkin the glee club kids used to call her.

"Sure," Sue finally said. "Why didn't you say so?" Allowing Rachel off her lap Sue smiled at her. "Off with the shorts, Rachel."

"What?"

"It's time we get serious, young lady." Sue's demeanor changed completely and Rachel knew she now had the cheerio coach slash strict mom figure in front of her.

"But, but…"

"Exactly, Sue said. "Your butt. Over my lap, without the shorts in 5, 4, 3, 2, I'd start to move, Rachel, 1 and …." Sue trailed off as Rachel finally moved and lowered her shorts reveling her panties.

"Took you long enough there, Rachel." Sue helped pull the girl back over her lap and began another warm up. This one quick and fast and completely different than the way Shelby spanked. It had Rachel begging for mercy rather quickly.

"Okay, coach okay! I promise not to do anything to tick you off again." Rachel yelled.

"Oh, it's not about that." Sue stopped spanking with her hand and picked up the hair brush. It's about using your superpowers against me, young Grasshopper. It's about not trusting your mom or me to let you know what we know about your dads. And above all, it's about treating that wonderful woman downstairs with respect." Using the hairbrush like a windmill, Sue came at Rachel's backside fast and furious. It was all Rachel could do not to fall off Sue's lap.

Finally giving in, Rachel continued to sob when she felt her underwear being pulled up oddly. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you a wedgie. Unless you'd rather I bare you the same way your mother would to end the spanking?" Sue replied.

"No, a wedgie is good." Rachel whispered. "Mom give you the idea?"

"Yep." Sue's hand came down a dozen more times as Rachel could do nothing but cry. Fixing Rachel's panties Sue sat the girl up on her lap and held her. "I know that I'm not your mom, Rachel. But I do love you. I want you to remember that. I don't expect you to love me. I just want you to know that I'm not going anyplace. I don't plan on throwing you away and anytime you want to know what's going on with your dads, please just ask. I will find out and tell you."

Rachel could only nod into Sue's shoulder as Shelby watched from the door jamb.

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Well, there you go. Chapter 43. I hope it was worth the wait. I'll be working on 44 soon. And I am currently working on Sam for those of you that read it.

Happy Thanksgiving for those that celebrate. Stay safe!