A/N ~ this is a short story based on an idea suggested by NayaFan
Rated M ~ language, mature situations and corporal punishment of minors, D/D between consenting adults.
Chapter 2 Turning Tables
Santana drug a furious Sugar into her office and directed her into the chair across from her desk.
The younger brunette crossed her arms and legs and glared at the Latina, "I didn't break any of your stupid rules." She spat at the older brunette.
"Look Ms. Motta, you are way too smart to play stupid with me. You were playing online poker on the school computer, for money, from what I could tell a lot of money."
"And I was winning until you came along and screwed it up for me." She sassed back clearly oblivious to the anger building in her teacher.
"Then what part of the rule that says you cannot use the school computers for non-school related activities don't you get?" Santana said firmly.
"It helps me grasp all the concepts in my Statistics class, clearly school related." She said in a bored dismissive tone as she examined her fingernails closely, besides you offer IT classes right? It took me like all of 5 seconds to get through the firewall, you're security is for shit!"
"Yeah, because it takes a real genius to disable the sounds on the computer so you don't get caught. So that leads me to believe you were trying to get caught. Testing the waters maybe?" She got up and walked around to the front of her desk to stand right in front of her student, "What is your game plan at the Academy Ms. Motta? Are you trying to get thrown out, because I can save us both a lot of time and your ass a lot of wear and tear by telling you right now, Never Gonna Happen!" The Latina bent over and looked seriously into the girl's soft brown eyes.
They stared into each other's eyes neither giving an inch neither blinking, Sugar gave up first but not by much and Santana knew it. This was one hard little girl in front of her.
Santana sighed, "What you did was a spanking offense and you know that, let's take care of this so you can get to bed." She stood up and walked over to her bathroom and grabbed the wooden backed hairbrush.
The young brunette followed her every movement with her eyes, her expression never changing. When Santana sat down on the couch, Sugar got up and walked straight over to her without being asked, "Where would you like me?" She asked as unimpassioned as if she were inquiring about what Santana had for dinner.
Santana directed her into position over her lap and flipped up the girl's short skirt, "This outfit you have on is another clear violation, which you already know, I'm sure." The Latina nearly laughed out loud at the white lacey thong the girl was wearing underneath the skirt and thought to herself, "Seriously why bother wearing anything."
For the first time in her short career as a teacher, Santana hesitated instead of administering the proscribed punishment. This girl was so angry and hard, she was afraid of making matters worse. She closed her dark eyes in pain and remembered what life was like when she first got here. Flaunting every rule, being disrespectful and rude, damaging school property; she tried everything to get thrown out and get back to the streets with her "family" Los Diablos. Thank God, Shelby never wavered. The rules were in place for a purpose, you broke them you paid the penalty. It was the only stability she had ever had in her short life, she came to rely on it without even realizing it. Santana had been in this position many times, so angry and hostile but Shelby persevered. Eventually the dependability of Shelby and her rules and consequences provided a much needed balance and constancy in her life that she never realized she wanted, let alone needed.
Trusting her instincts and her first hand experience, Santana decided to proceed, "I understand that you are angry and don't want to be here. You may feel like you have no say or control over your life but that is just not true Sugar. You, young lady, made the very bad choice that got you to where you are right now. So you do have control over your own decisions every single day. You have so much potential, why don't you try putting all that energy into something positive and not all this negativity." She said sincerely.
Sugar looked back over her shoulder in irritation, "So are you going to actually do something, because all this blood rushing to my head is about to make me pass out?"
Santana snorted and shook her head, "Fine but one last thing, you will never outlast me, you will never wear me down and you will never get me, Ms. Fabray or Ms. Corcoran to give up on you. That being said you already know why you're here so let's finish this up." The woman hooked her leg over the younger girl's, put her right arm around her waist and held her tight and started to apply hard spanks to her nearly bare bottom.
The Latina felt Sugar stiffen up and knew the effort it was taking for her to remain silent. Santana was not holding back and was peppering the poor girl's backside in hard, even swats. Within a matter of minutes, Santana could feel the heat already radiating off the girl's cherry red cheeks. Sugar had still not made a sound except some soft groans at a few of the harder blows. She had not moved an inch out of position. The teacher focused on the underside of her reddened cheeks aiming for her tender sit spots as the young brunette jerked a few times and gasped once or twice but mostly remained as she had been at the beginning, still and silent.
Santana stopped the hand spanking after another minute aimed at her sit spots and the back of her thighs. The Latina knew how painful those spanks were but was not surprised by the girl's stoicism, she had actually expected it. She reached over and picked up the hairbrush, "Since this is your first day hair and first rule break, I will be going relatively easy on you tonight." She could have swore she heard the girl scoff at that.
The teacher pulled her arm back and let loose with a steady volley. She let the hardback wooden brush do her lecturing for her. Hoping to see some reaction, some acknowledgement she pushed a little harder than she normally would have for a first spanking but she had no desire to break the girl either. Twice the girl had inadvertently reared her head and arched her back when the brush connected with a particularly painful area but she quickly settled back into position without being told. Recognizing this was all she was going to get from the girl tonight in way of a reaction she ended the punishment abruptly.
"You need to take 15 minutes in the corner and think about what you could have done differently this evening to have avoided this spanking. I would like a 1,000 word paper on the dangers of gambling, on my desk by this time tomorrow."
Sugar stood up and stiffly walked over to the corner, shooting the Latina a smirk as she went. She surreptitiously wiped a few tears away with the back of her hand and quickly got into position in the corner.
The comfort and forgiveness given after the spanking was supposed to be the healing part for all parties involved but Santana knew Sugar would accept no comfort from her tonight. She was at a loss as she watched the young brunette stiffen her spine and her resolve as she waited out her time in the corner.
"All right Sugar, the 15 minutes is up, can you come over here for a moment please?"
The student grimaced slightly as she walked painfully over to stand in front of Santana's desk.
"Look, you have a clean slate alright? Why don't we start over fresh tomorrow? You can learn a lot here at the Academy. You may not want to be here but it's what your father wants and…."
"Of course and what Daddy wants, Daddy gets!" She reacted bitterly and violently startling Santana. The young girl continued, "But of course you understand about men like my father don't you, what with your father and mine being in the same line of work and all? How ARE things up at Lucasville Prison by the way?" She grinned evilly at her teacher, "What? Did you think you were the only one who knew how to Google?"
Santana felt like she had been slapped, an icy cold trickle of sweat ran down her spine, she hadn't spoken to nor seen her father since he went upstate when she was 10 years old. He was an angry abusive man who spewed hate and she lived in terror of him since she could form words. Astonished that she could even form words she fixed her gaze at her student, "You can go to your room now unless you feel you need the services of the school nurse. I expect that paper or you will spend every free minute you have sitting in this office with me until it's finished."
Sugar sneered as she turned and walked slowly out of the room, bending over carefully to retrieve her purse that was sitting on the floor by the office door.
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The Latina sat stock still at her desk for a long time not even aware of how late it had gotten. She got up and turned off all the lights and started to walk to her bedroom.
Getting to her door, she held the cold brass handle in her hand for a long time unable or unwilling to go into the room alone. Turning suddenly she headed for Quinn's bedroom.
She slowly turned the handle to the door finding it unlocked and carefully made her way inside. It was pitch black in the room but she knew the layout of her best friend's room like she knew the back of her hand. She thought if she just sat in her big oversized chair, she could calm down and get a grip and go back to her room with Quinn being none the wiser. Hearing the bed sheets rustling, she stopped walking and held her breath letting it out when she heard the familiar husky voice.
"Tana, are you ok? You haven't snuck in here in a long time." Quinn had been tossing and turning for the last two hours, the events of her evening and the emotional well being of the two students she had disciplined tonight weighing heavily on her heart and mind. The blonde sat up in her bed and reached over to flick on her bedside lamp.
Santana's eyes had adjusted to the dark and she could see Quinn was about to flood the room with lights, "Don't! Please, don't turn on the lights."
She heard the instant concern in the blonde's voice, "What's wrong are you hurt?"
"No, I'm fine." She said abruptly.
The blonde huffed, "I want to see."
"Like you don't trust me?" The Latina said belligerently.
"Like you've never told me you were fine when you weren't?" The blonde shot back.
"I had a rough discipline session with Sugar Motta tonight. She just got under my skin. It was like seeing me 10 years ago only snottier and angrier if you can believe that. She knows about my family Q, she kinda threw it in my face. I guess I let it get to me. I haven't thought about that bastard Eduardo in a very long time. I guess it just triggered some old stuff in me, I didn't want to be alone." She finished softly.
Quinn threw back the covers, "C'mon get in we can talk, just like we used to when were teens remember? Late night gabfests! Sneaking into the kitchen for midnight snack raids?"
Santana laughed for the first time tonight, "Why are you trying to make it sound like so much fun, we almost always would get caught! I had dish pan hands for two years from all the pots we had to scrub!" Reluctantly she crawled into bed next to the closest thing to a sister she would ever have. She laid her head on the blonde's shoulder and sighed, "I really gave it to her Q and it didn't phase her in the slightest."
"Of course it did, she's in her room crying her eyes out into her pillow as we speak, just like you always did, too cool to let anyone know that a spanking had the power to hurt you and your feelings. She's not made of steel Tana anymore than you were or I was. We just have to stay consistent and keep loving her until she can love herself. You know that!"
"God Q, she is so smart, I mean like scary evil genius smart." She sighed.
"Like Pinky and the Brain smart?" Quinn teased gently.
"Totally, I can't believe I let her get to me Q. I tried not to show it but she saw it. She has a weapon now against me and believe me she is going to go digging for more dirt about my family now that she knows it bothers me."
"Look if its really going to tear you up like this, talk to Shelby, I'll handle Sugar Motta. I have half a mind to spank the little brat myself for what she said to you!" Quinn said going into protective mode.
"And let her think she's won something? Give her some perverse satisfaction and start to think she'll always get her own way if she's mean enough? Abso-fucking-lootely NOT!" The Latina said adamantly.
"You have such a charming way with words! Listen, you know I love you and you know I'll always have your back but answer me one thing… Is keeping Sugar as your student about your pride or what's best for the girl?"
Santana thought long and hard before turning and looking into those big hazel eyes, "Both I think, to be honest but I think I can be good for her, I really do."
"Well if you say it then I believe it but I'm going to be keeping my eye on both of you and if she hurts you again!" Quinn left the threat hanging in the air.
Santana smiled with love at the blonde, "I'm out of here, you have to get some sleep."
"You can stay here tonight if you want. It's no big deal." Quinn offered.
"Please, I'd rather sleep with an octopus than you, you toss and turn and kick the shit out of me all night long." She grinned.
The blonde huffed in mock indignation, "At least I don't talk in my sleep, and you're scary. The last time you sat straight up with your eyes wide open and told me the cat ate all the ice cream and aliens like pistachio's and never fly in an airplane on a Tuesday. I don't think I'll ever get in a plane again."
"I swear to God you made that shit up, I don't talk in my sleep." The brunette raised an eyebrow at the other woman.
"How do you think I learned Spanish? Goodnight crab!"
"Goodnight octopussy!"
"You're disgusting Santana Lopez!"
"Says you, oh by the way, I won the bet! Sugar was the first spanking of the new year!"
Quinn rolled over onto her side and snuggled down into her pillow as she laughed softly, "We'll talk tomorrow. Goodnight Tana, come back if you need to. Love you!"
"Thanks Q, love you too!"
She walked out of the room and carefully shut the door until she heard it click feeling calmer and more in control.
To be continued….