Santana finds herself in trouble over the day. What happens when things goes too far? Quinn and Brittany might need to step up. Enjoy!
Quinn was in the kitchen, sitting while she was nursing her hot cup of coffee. She could felt the start of a headache coming trough as she tried to keep her eyes open. Last night had been hard, Santana woke up around four am, screaming from another nightmare. She had wet herself in her diaper and when Quinn wanted to change her, Santana protested with crying and kicking. And after a particular kick made contact with her chin, Quinn lightly smacked Santana's bare behind which the girl responded with more cries and went to sit in a corner, hugging her knees. Quinn stayed with Santana until the girl calmed down and it took a great one hour until Quinn could carried Santana back to bed. It was nearly six am when Santana fell back asleep but Quinn couldn't sleep again, being fully awake so she decided to start some breakfast and waited until Santana woke up.
It was now 9 am and Quinn was surprised to hear the shower running upstairs. She guessed Santana woke up as her teenage self. Sighing, she finished her coffee and made her way to Santana's bedroom. When she entered inside the room, she noticed Santana's pajamas laying on the floor in front of her bathroom door. Picking it up, she opened the door and called Santana.
"Everything's good in there?"
"Umm yeah," Santana answered while rolling her eyes. "I'll come down later."
Quinn opened the door wider and saw Santana's soiled diaper on the floor. Quinn's heart went out to the young girl as she picked it up and placed in the garbage can. "Did you have another accident honey?" Quinn asked, slightly opening the shower curtain.
"Hey do you mind?" Santana snapped, jumping in fear. "Can you leave?" She whined.
"There's nothing I haven't seen yet," Quinn said rolling her eyes. "And you know there's nothing embarrassing about you having accident."
"Ho my god please stop!" Santana hissed, which made Quinn raiding an eyebrow in warning. "Sorry but this is embarrassing for me alright? Now can I have some privacy in this house?"
Quinn nodded and gave her one last look before closing the curtain. "Alright I'll leave you alone, get downstairs in thirty minutes. And check your attitude," Quinn told her before closing the door.
Santana muttered under breath and let out a long sigh once she was sure Quinn left. She was still tired and in a bad mood. She had two accidents in one night like a little baby, something that made Santana more upset when she woke up the second time. She then thought back to Quinn and found that her foster mother was pretty accepting of her condition even if something in Santana's mind told her otherwise. She was sure the blonde would get tired of her and would sent her back to her biological mother or in another foster house. Even if having to wear diapers at night was embarrassing, she also liked how Quinn never judged her when she watched cartoons or snuggled with her stuffed tiger all day. But the young latina was still worried that one day, she would be alone.
One hour later, Santana came downstairs to the kitchen while Quinn was washing the dishes. They blonde turned her head around and smiled to the teenager who sat down and put some cereal in her bowl.
"Eat quickly, we leave in thirty minutes," Quinn announced as Santana added the milk.
"Where are we going?" Santana asked, between two bites.
Quinn turned around and dried her hands on a tablecloth. "We're going to see a friend of mine. Her name is Brittany and she is very sweet and funny. You'll like her."
Santana nodded and quickly finished her breakfast. When she was finished, they quickly got ready to leave. Santana grabbed her stuffed tiger from her bed before running downstairs to the front door. She slowed down when she saw Quinn reprimanding look.
"Sorry," Santana mumbled while passing Quinn.
Quinn rolled her eyes and followed her foster daughter to the car. Twelve minutes later, Quinn parked the car in front of Brittany's dance studio. They made their way inside the building and straight to the front desk. Santana unconsciously grabbed Quinn's hand with her free one, feeling nervous and shy all of sudden. Quinn looked down and sent her a reassuring smile before addressing the secretary.
"Hi Alice, I'm here to see Brit," Quinn told the girl behind the desk.
The small pixie girl grinned and nodded. "Alright, she is already waiting for you in her office," she said before squealing when she saw Santana. "Ho my god!" Alice exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "This is Santana? She is so cute, hi honey!"
Santana quickly hide behind Quinn, surprised and nervous by the girl's excitement. Quinn laughed and knelt down beside her, Alice following suit.
"Santana this is Alice Cullen, and she works with Brittany," Quinn told Santana who buried her face into Quinn's neck. "Say hello babygirl."
Alice's heart was melting at how adorable Santana looked. "Hello," Santana mumbled, peeking at Alice real quick.
"Awww quite the shy one we have here," Alice said grinning before she handed Santana a lollipop. "Here's one for you cutie pie."
Quinn smiled and took the sweet from Alice's hand when she saw Santana wasn't going to move. They said their goodbyes and went to Brittany's office. When Quinn opened the door, the blonde dancer was sitting crossed legs on the floor, coloring in some coloring books. Quinn chuckled at the sight and Brittany turned her head around.
"Hey Q, come on in," Brittany said grinning.
Quinn leaded Santana further in the room until they were at Brittany's side. Quinn sat down on the floor and Santana went to sit on her lap, watching the blonde curiously. Brittany looked up from her book and smiled at the pairs.
"So you must be Santana, you have a pretty name you know?" Brittany said, tapping Santana's nose playfully.
Santana scowled and batted Brittany's hand away. "Santana, Brittany is a friend from high school and been my best friend since then," Quinn introduced.
Brittany nodded, "yup, your mama was my only friend back then and she was super nice. She's still is except when she's grumpy when there's no bacon for breakfast." Santana giggled at this comment, making the tall blonde grinned.
Quinn stiffened for a second when Brittany referred her as mama but let it go at Santana's sound. She watched as Santana grabbed one of the books and picked up a crayon after looking at some pages for a moment. Both adults said nothing as Santana unconsciously slid down from Quinn's lap and started coloring. Once they made sure Santana was entertained, they looked at each other smiling and stood up to sit on the couch.
"She is so cute, and quite the character i would say," Brittany commented once they were settled.
Quinn nodded. "She is adorable but can turn into a real brat in less than two minutes," Quinn said laughing.
Brittany chuckled and offered some tea to her friend. "And how's motherhood treating you?"
Quinn let out a long sigh and watched Santana from out the corner before answering. "She's still feeling insecure and kept alternating between her little self and big self. One minutes she is giggling at some cartoons while holding her stuffed tiger and the next she acted like a normal moody teenager."
Brittany raised an eyebrow. "And his do you deal with all of this?"
"Well she reacted better to corner time and I had to spank her bottom a few times but not a real spanking yet," Quinn said, sipping on her cup of tea.
Brittany nodded and grabbed her laptop from her desk. She put it on her lap and opened a website. "I've made some research before you came and I've found this," Brittany explained as she clicked on some links.
Quinn put her cup away and looked at the screen. "Age play? Isn't that like some kink?" She asked unsure.
Brittany nodded, "yes but some people use this as a form of therapy. They feel better in their little space than their adult one. They use it for coping with past trauma. I think Santana doesn't know where she feels the safer yet."
"And you think it could be a good thing to try with Santana?"
Brittany shrugged, "maybe but Alice told me her parents use it on their adoptive little sister, Bella. We can ask her."
Quinn looked at Brittany with surprise eyes. "Really? That might be a good idea," she said before looking at Santana.
Quinn chuckled and Brittany put a hand over her mouth to cover her giggle. Santana was dead asleep on the floor with her crayon still in her hand and her stuffed tiger in the other. Apparently the girl exhausted herself after her light night.
"Let's go talk to Alice. Here, you can put a blanket over Santana," Brittany said handing Quinn said blanket.
Quinn took it and walked over Santana carefully before laying it over her body. They quietly left the office and closed the door. Alice saw her boss and friend approaching her desk and she smiled when they finally stood in front of her.
"So what can I do for you ladies?" Alice asked in her excited tone. "And where's the munchkin?"
"She's sleeping in my office, we came to talk to you about age play like we talked yesterday," Brittany explained.
"Awww, she did looked tired when she arrived," Alice commented before turning serious. "I called my parents and explained the situation, and gave me some informations. Basically our adoptive little sister was abused by her biological father for years until she came to live with us when she was twelve. She is now the same age as Santana."
Quinn nodded and grabbed the flyers. "Thanks Alice, I'll read them tonight."
"Cool beans, Ho and here's my mother's number if you have some questions," Alice said, handing a piece of paper with a number on it.
"And how does it work?" Brittany asked.
"Ho it's like having to live with a toddler, Bella is quite adorable but a real troublemaker."
"And at school?" Quinn asked with concern.
Alice shook her head, "no problem, she managed to left her little self at home but if she needs to be little during school, teachers, the nurse and the principal are aware of her condition. And Rosalie, my other sister teaches there actually. Maybe Santana will be in Bella's class."
Quinn smiled and thanked Alice before the two blonde made their way back to the office. When they opened the door, both gasped in shock when they noticed Santana currently drawing on a wall. Santana jumped when she heard the door opening and she slowly turned her head around to see an not too pleased Quinn marching to her.
"Santana Maria! I can't believe you!" Quinn scolded, grabbing Santana by the upper arm and lifting her off the floor. "We don't draw on the wall!"
Santana whimpered and cried out in pain when Quinn spanked her bottom rapidly four times. "Owie! I'm sorry!"
"You're fourteen years old! Not five!" Quinn said as she walked Santana to a corner. "If you want to act like a five years old then I'll punish you like one. You stay here until I say you can come out. Hands behind your back and no rubbing." Quinn smacked Santana's butt on last time before she put her hands behind her back.
Santana sobbed and stood in the corner, feeling very sorry for herself while Quinn turned to look at Brittany apologetically. "I'm sorry for that, I'll have Santana clean it after her time out."
Brittany waved her off, "don't worry about that. I'll have someone else do it."
"No, I want her to learn about not drawing on the wall," Quinn said shacking her head. "I'll never thought she would do this one day," the blonde sighed as she sat down next to her friend.
Brittany chuckled and pulled Quinn in a side hug, trying to ignore Santana's pitiful sounds. "Don't stress too much. Although now you can be sure Santana will be a real troublemaker in her little self."
Quinn groaned and rubbed her temples. "Ho god, I don't know how I'll do it."
"Hey now, you have plenty of people that will be happy to help," Brittany reassured her, kissing her friend's cheek.
Quinn blushed and sent a shy smile to the dancer. Santana was now only sniffling and still in the corner with her hands behind her back. Quinn cleared her throat and called Santana over. The young teenager slowly walked to the couch and stopped in from of the two adults with her head bowed.
"Alright Santana, what did you think it was okay to draw on Brittany's wall?" Quinn asked sternly.
Santana said nothing and shrugged her shoulder as she traced small circle on the floor. "Answer Quinn, young lady," Brittany spoke in a firm tone, surprising everyone.
Santana looked at Brittany with wide eyes and quickly obeyed. "I don't know, I was bored I guess," she mumbled.
"You draw on a wall because you were bored? I thought you were old enough to know that it was wrong. From now on, you will not leave my sight and next time you do something naughty, I'll spank you for good," Quinn lectured. Santana nodded and blushed at being scold in front Brittany.
"I'm sorry, i won't do it again," Santana said quietly, squirming a little.
"It's not me you should apologize to but Brittany."
Santana turned to look at Brittany and sniffled as she apologized once more. "Thanks you for your apology Santana. Now I think you should clean your mess, I'll show you where to find all the stuff," Brittany said, standing up and holding her hand for Santana to take.
Santana looked up at Quinn unsure, "go with Brittany baby, I am not going anywhere." Santana then took Brittany's hand and followed her out of the office.
One hour later, Santana finished cleaning the wall and the teenager was beginning to feel hungry. Lunch time was soon coming and she was becoming more whiny. "I'm hungry!" She demanded when she flopped down next to Quinn when she was done.
Brittany and Quinn laughed quietly, ignoring Santana's pout. "Come on, I'll treat you both to lunch," Brittany said standing up.
"Can we eat sushi?" Santana asked with wide eyes, jumping on the couch.
Quinn cleared her throat and looked at Santana with raised eyebrows. "Umm and why do you think you should deserve such a treat?"
"Because you love me," Santana replied, grinning.
Brittany chuckled and put an arm around Santana, "she got you there Q."
Quinn rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Alright, alright. You win."
They all pulled into Quinn's car and drove to the mall. Thirty minutes later, the trio was walking to a small sushi restaurant situated in the food court. Santana was holding Quinn's hand as they walked past a video game store. Her eyes caught an ad for a new game that Santana liked and she saw it was on sale for a limited time offer.
"Quinn? Can we get this?" Santana asked, stopping both adults.
Quinn looked at what Santana was pointing and shook her head. "Not today, and beside this game is pg rate."
Santana pouted and lightly stomped her foot. "But everyone plays it, and there's a discount!"
"I said no Santana, and do I need to remind you that you got in trouble not only one hour ago?"
"But please," Santana whined, looking at Brittany for support.
"Quinn said no baby, and we already let you eat outside," Brittany said, as Quinn smiled at her in appreciation.
"Not fair! I want it!" Santana huffed, crossing her arms.
Quinn sighed and knelt down in front of her. "Listen to me young lady. When I said no, it means no. Now are you going to behave or do we have to go back home and ruined lunch with Brittany?" Quinn asked sternly.
Santana hung her head. "I'll behave," she mumbled, still upset.
Quinn nodded and stood up before taking Santana's hand. Brittany winked at Santana, making the girl blushed. The three of them entered the restaurant and were seated in the back. Santana sat next to Quinn and a waiter placed dishes and chopsticks as well as some crayons and coloring paper for Santana. Quinn and Brittany exchanged amused glance as Santana silently picked up a red crayon and started coloring. Lunch went without problems, Santana seemed to have forgotten about the video game. Brittany and Quinn talked a lot about work or things they could do with Santana for fun.
When they were finished, Quinn excused herself to go to the bathroom while Brittany went to pay with Santana. But the young teenager still wanted her game and so she discretely slipped past Brittany who wasn't looking in her direction. The blonde dancer didn't saw Santana leaving the restaurant while Quinn came back from the restroom.
"Umm Brit, where's Santana?" Quinn asked as Brittany was done paying.
Brittany looked around her and gasped. "Ho my god, I'm so sorry Q! I swear she was just standing next to me, like one minute ago," Brittany said quickly, following Quinn outside.
They both looked around and saw no sign of the teenager. "I'm so stupid, I should ha e watch her better," Brittany groaned.
Quinn shook her head, "don't blame yourself, Santana knows better. But when we'll find her, her butt is toasted!"
Back at the video game store, Santana was currently looking at the game she wanted. But unfortunately she had no money, so she checked if someone was looking before she quickly put it under her hoodie. When she was about to walk out of the store, she froze when a loud alarm started ringing and let out a whimper when a security guard grabbed her by the upper arm. She was dead. She was brought to the back of the store with the manager and security guard. The room was small and looked like a storage room.
Santana's heart was beating rapidly and she squirmed on the cold hard chair as they asked for a parent's number. But the teenager didn't knew Quinn's number so she gave her name and address. The security guard, named Tom was about to call the station when he received a message trough his radio.
"Yes?.. Really?.. Well she's right there.. yes at the game store.. caught shoplifting... sure I'll tell her. Bye!" Tom hung up and looked at Santana with raised eyebrow.
"Well young lady, your foster mother is coming. She is not very pleased with your actions," Tom said to a very nervous teenager.
"Can't you just put me in jail?" She whined, frowning when Tom just laughed.
"I don't think so kid, i think she will be more effective than jail."
Santana sighed and put her head in her hand on the table. A few minutes later, a knock was heard and Santana sat up straighter when Quinn entered the room, looking very pissed. Tom stood up and introduced himself as well as the manager.
"I'm Quinn, her foster mother. I'm very sorry about her behavior and I can assure you she will be throughly punished at home," Quinn said, sending a printed look to Santana who shrunk down in her seat. "Do we need to pay for something or do anything?"
Tom shook her head, "no need. I think she understands what she did wrong and I'm sure she won't do it again."
"And she won't be allowed into this store for a month," the manager added.
"Ho I can assure you, thanks again officer and I apologized once again for the trouble," Quinn replied before grabbing Santana by the upper arm. "Apologize to these gentlemen right now young lady," she added sternly.
"I'm sorry," Santana mumbled before she was dragged out of the store. Brittany was waiting for them outside and she sent a disapproving look at Santana.
The young teenager hung her head and sniffled, feeling tears threatening to fall as she was being marched to the car.
"I can't believe you! Disappearing like that, then shoplifting. And all of this for a game that I already said no!" Quinn said angrily.
"I-I didn't meant to," Santana whimpered as they finally reached the car.
Quinn turned around with a furious look on her face as she shook her finger into Santana's face. "Don't you dare lie to me! You deliberately knew what you were about to do! Now get in this car and you better save those tears for later."
Santana was quietly sobbing when Quinn was finished and cried out in pain when Quinn smacked her behind hard before she climbed into the car. Slamming the door, Quinn let out a long breath, trying her best to ignore Santana's crying. Brittany smiled sympathetically at her friend and patted her shoulder.
"I don't know what I'm doing wrong here Brit," Quinn groaned.
"Come on it's not your fault and I think you're actually doing a pretty good job," Brittany reassured her. Quinn smiled shyly, "and I think Santana needs some strict discipline and will try to test you. Don't give up on her, and you're not alone. I'll help you."
Quinn nodded and hugged her friend. "Thanks Brittany, for everything."
The dancer kissed her cheek, chuckling when Quinn blushed bright red. "No problem sweetie. Now come on, I'll drive you home."
Quinn shook her head. "No need, I'll drop you off at your work place."
"Nope, like I said you're not alone. I'm not going anywhere and you're still stop angry to drive."
Quinn rolled her eyes and climbed inside the car. Santana was still sniffling and began to speak when both women entered.
"I'm sorry, I just want-"
"Not one word Santana, your behavior was completely unacceptable," Brittany said sternly, surprising both Quinn and Santana.
Santana sobbed quietly as they began to drive back home. Brittany placed her hand over Quinn's in support. When Brittany parked the car in front of Quinn's apartment, Quinn turned to look at Santana was bad stopped crying.
"Once I side, you'll go straight to the corner in your room and wait for me. Do you understand?"
"Please Quinn, I'm sorry," Santana tried to plead.
"I said do you understand? Or do I need to help you because god help you if I have to drag you there," Quinn warned.
Santana shook her head and silently followed the two adults to the apartment. Once inside, Santana walked to her bedroom and went to put her nose in the corner. She stayed for what seemed like an eternity when she heard the door opening and someone entering. She squirmed a little, trying hard not to look behind her as she waited for the next anxiously.
"Turn around and come here Santana," Quinn ordered with a firm voice.
Santana turned around and slowly walked to the spot Quinn was pointing at. When she sufficiently close to her, Quinn pulled Santana closer to stand between her legs. Santana was nervous and embarrassed about being treated like a naughty girl.
"Alright young lady, tell me what you did wrong," Quinn demanded. Santana said nothing for a while before yelping in pain when a hand made contact with her butt. "Today Santana!"
"Ow! Umm I-I sneaked away from Brittany a-and tried to s-steal," Santana answered, her voice cracking a little.
Quinn nodded, "and what did I say I would do if you got in trouble one more time today?"
Santana whimpered and shook her head, trying to pull away from Quinn. "No please don't!" She cried in despair.
Quinn grabbed her by the waist and forced her to stay still before she started unbuttoning Santana's jeans. "What did I say Santana?" She asked quickly pulling down her pants and laying two hard smacks on her panties covered behind.
"Owie! You said you would spank me!" Santana cried as Quinn nodded and pulled her across her lap. "No please, I'll be good," Santana tried but wailed when Quinn started spanking her.
For a good minute, Quinn said nothing as she turned the girl's tanned behind a bright shade of pink. Santana was crying loudly and trying to avoid her foster mother's punishing hand. Quinn stopped for a moment when she thought Santana was sufficiently warmed up before pulling down her panties in one swift movement.
"No please, I won't do it again! I'm sorry!" Santana cried louder as Quinn finally spanked her bare butt.
Quinn ignored Santana's cried and pleading as she kept punishing the bottom before her. She focus some attention on Santana's sit spot making the girl screamed. She started lecturing Santana as she slowed down the rhythm.
"I never want to hear about you shoplifting ever again! The next time I catch you doing so, I'll spank you with an hairbrush, understood?" Quinn asked, laying two particular smack to the back of Santana's thighs.
"Ow ow! Yes I won't do it again!" Santana cried. "I promise please stop!"
Quinn kept spanking her until Santana shouted the word "mama please stop" and went limp over Quinn's lap. The blonde immediately stopped and quickly pulled Santana in her arms, before hugging her tightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Santana repeated while sobbing into Quinn's shirt.
Quinn rubbed her back whispering soothing words as she rocked Santana back and forth. "Shh baby, mama got you," she cooed, feeling tears slowly falling down her own cheek.
Santana finally calmed down enough to speak properly. She wiped her nose and face with the sleeves of sweat and hiccuped a few times before speaking once again.
"I'm sorry I was bad and called you mama," Santana whimpered, sniffling occasionally.
Quinn shook her head and smiled before tucking some hair behind Santana's ear. "Don't apologize for calling me mama, you can call me whatever you want alright?"
Santana blushed and nodded before she cuddled into her body once more. They stood like this in silence for a few seconds before Quinn pulled Santana back gently.
"Come on, you need some corner time. Up you go," Quinn said, putting Santana on her feet.
"Yes mama," Santana answered and walked to the corner naked from the waist down as she kicked her jeans and panties tied away during her spanking.
"Alright baby, no rubbing and hands on your head. Don't move until I or Brittany said so. I love you baby." Quinn said as she placed Santana's hands over her head.
"Yes ma'am," Santana replied, sniffling and trying very hard not to reach back to rub her burning bottom.
Quinn smiled and walked out of the room, leaving the door open before she was pulled into a hug from Brittany who was waiting for her. Quinn let some tears falling down her cheeks as Brittany consoled her.
"That was so hard Brit," Quinn sniffled into her friend's chest.
"I know baby, but you did the right thing," Brittany reassured her.
Quinn nodded in her chest. "Yeah I know but it was till difficult," she said pulling back a little. "She called me mama," she admitted, grinning from ear to ear.
Brittany beamed and hugged Quinn fiercely. "Yay for mama!" She congratulated happily.
Quinn laughed quietly and both snuggled for a good ten minutes, just sitting on the floor beside Santana's bedroom door. When the time was up, Quinn stood up with Brittany doing the same.
"I'll get San out of the corner and drive you back to work," Quinn said only stopping when Brittany grabbed her arm.
"No need, I call Alice and told her I'll stay with you until tomorrow morning."
Quinn sighed, "I don't want to bother you with all this drama Brit."
The blonde just shrugged. "I want to stay, I told you I am here to help. And I have also an other punishment for Santana. Nothing too bad don't worry mama," she added when Quinn raised an eyebrow. "I'm just going to make her write lines on her sore bottom to help her stick the lesson in her head," Brittany explained smirking.
"God you're evil but I think it might be good for her. Now come on, let's get it over with."
Both women walked into Santana's room and Quinn told Santana she could come out. Santana immediately ran into Quinn's body and hugged her. "I'm sorry mama," she apologized once more.
"I know baby and I forgive you but Brittany still has something to say," Quinn told her.
Santana stiffened a little bit relaxed when Brittany knelt down in front of her. "Hey tiger, your ma'am agreed that I'll give you some lines to write for a while to help you remember to behave,". Brittany explained before she leaded Santana to her desk by the hand. "Now you put down your little butt on that chair and you'll write; I won't ever steal again, fifty times."
"Can I have a pillow first?" Santana asked, with a bit of a whine.
Quinn rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. That girl is always complaining. "Nope, sitting on your red naughty bottom is more effective for little girl like you," Brittany said as she put paper and pen on the desk.
Santana blushed a bright red and sat down carefully. She hissed when her bottom made contact with the hard wooden chair before she started writing her lines. Brittany nodded and kissed her forehead.
"Good girl, Ill be watching from your bed alright?" Brittany said as she sat down on the bed. "Go take a shower to relax if you want. I'll keep on eye on the monster," she added to Quinn.
"You sure?" She asked as Brittany nodded. "Thanks honey, I'll be right back San."
Quinn went to her own bedroom as Brittany stayed to watch a squirming Santana writing her lines. Santana's mind was happy despite the fact her bottom was hurting because she knew Quinn wouldn't leave her and still care about her and love her. She was happy to have someone calling mama once again and maybe she could have a second mother as she think back of Brittany. Yeah, she will need to make those two fall in love one way or another, Santana thought as she kept writing.