A/N ~ this is a story based on an idea suggested by NayaFan
Rated M ~ language, mature situations and corporal punishment of minors, D/D between consenting adults.
Also for my buddy cpasq9 for no special reason but especially NOT because she had a birthday or anything! :P
Flashback in italics.
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Chapter 4 The Start of A New Year
Shelby walked out of the cafeteria first, leading Santana to her living quarters. The Latina breathed an unconscious sigh of relief; if she were in trouble they would have headed to Shelby's office.
"Santana, would you join me in a cup of coffee? You look like you didn't get much sleep last night?"
The Latina closed her eyes, "Fuck, I just cannot get anything past this woman." She thought slightly annoyed. "Yes please, I'd love a cup of coffee." She said aloud.
The older brunette brought out a tray with coffee, cream and sugar and sat it down on the coffee table in front of her couch, she patted the seat next to her, "C'mon sit down, lets talk before classes start."
Both women made their coffee they way they liked it and sat back on the couch. Santana just eyed her mentor warily as she sipped her coffee; she had no intention of volunteering anything she didn't have to.
"I'd like you to tell me what happened last night that I don't know about. Why is Quinn so worried about you for example?"
"Because she's a WASP and it's in her DNA to worry all the time as well as be a bitch!" Santana caught her language, "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I love Q, she just worries too much."
Shelby let it go this time; she could tell something had unnerved the younger woman. She just sat back and waited for Santana to crack, it didn't take long.
"Alright fine, you read the report on Sugar Motta?"
"I did and it sound's like it didn't make the slightest impression on her at all." Shelby sighed.
"It didn't but she's a tough kid, it will take some time to get through to her, she doesn't trust anyone or anything but herself."
"Hmmm sound like someone we know and love eh Santana?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah I get the similarities Shelby. She said something to me last night."
Here it was, Shelby sat up and paid closer attention, "Go on Santana."
"She made a smart aleck comment about my father and hers being in the same line of work, she asked me how things were up at Lucasville Prison. She basically let me know she had googled my family which means she knows all about me." She finished quietly.
"That upsets you." She stated rather than questioned.
"Yes Shelby, it upsets me, I don't talk about my family of origin. You and Quinn are my family now since my abuela passed. I don't need that smart mouth little brat running around spewing vile lies about my mother and father and digging up stuff I'd prefer to keep buried." She said getting louder as she went on.
"I can certainly understand that, but if you let her see she struck a nerve, she's only going to dig deeper. Sitting at breakfast this morning you and Quinn were letting her know she hurt you. You can't let her see that Santana. Sugar Motta is a smart, tough, hurt little girl. She has no mother; a sociopath father and more brains than should be allowed. The girl trusts no one and she thinks she is fighting us for her freedom. She really has no idea we are trying to save her from her past and herself. It's hard but you have to be smarter, tougher and harder than she is."
"What if I'm not?"
"Santana, how can you doubt yourself? You'd already been through everything she has and more by the time you came here and yet you burst from the thorns a beautiful rose. You've blossomed into an incredible young woman, a wonderful friend, a dedicated teacher, and a daughter any mother could be proud of. I know when you got here you didn't believe any of it was possible. I did! I always knew you had it in you. Sugar hit a nerve, that's all! Remember what we are fighting for; we are fighting for her life, we are keeping another kid off the streets and out of jail. You have to believe in her as fiercely as I believed in you! You have to love her until she can love herself and that's hard to do when she is such an unlovable brat at the moment. So what do you think? Do you want me to assign her to Quinn? From the look on her face this morning, I think she'd love to get her hands on Sugar." Shelby smiled fondly thinking of the fiercely loyal blonde.
"No, I don't want you to assign her to Quinn. She just surprised me that's all, I wasn't ready for it, but I am now." Santana said confidently.
"There is no shame Santana if you don't feel comfortable taking her case especially if it's too close to home. I care about all these girls but I love you and Quinn and I will not stand by and watch you get hurt, either of you." Shelby said protectively.
Santana blinked back the tears that pooled in her dark eyes and tried to cover her feelings, "Really so what did you think I was feeling with all those trips to your office, you think those paddling's tickled do you?"
Shelby saw through her and played along, "Hmmm I remember some tough little street kid telling me that I might make her cry but I would never hurt her or break her. I must have had her confused with someone else."
The Latina barked out a laugh, "I can't believe it took me that long to wise up!"
"So why do you think Sugar is going to figure it out quicker than you did? She's the same tough little street kid, she just happens to have more money than you did. It's going to take time. You have to show her you care and that she can trust you to be firm but fair, to be consistent, to be trustworthy. She'll be watching you and pushing you and waiting for you to slip up. Don't let it get to you, it's just a game to her, she's out to beat you and prove you weak and stupid and a liar like everyone else in her life and we can't let her win, it's too important."
"Ok thanks Shelby, I appreciate it."
"No problem and Santana? Next time don't leave anything out of my report, do you understand me?" She glared at the younger brunette meaningfully.
"Yes Ma'am I understand completely."
"Good and make sure you get a nap in sometime today during your free period, you look like hell!"
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Quinn saw Santana come back into the cafeteria and she smiled at her best friend as the Latina tossed her a cocky wink. She felt better; the talk with Shelby must have gone well, Santana looked genuinely relaxed and calmer.
She watched Brittany flounce over to Sugar Motta's table and sit down next to her. The blonde teacher frowned at that, no good could come of those two hanging out together, she was relieved when Sugar gave her a scornful glance and got up and walked away. The tall blonde scowled at the girl's retreating back then caught her teacher's eye and blowing her a kiss, got up and followed Sugar out.
Brittany was going to be her problem child; she could just see it now. She played dumb but she was a very angry girl under all her masks. Quinn just hoped she would be able to reach her before the girl did something she could not come back from.
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Flashback to last night
Quinn let the tall blonde sit quietly and relive what she had just heard Tina going through. After exactly 10 minutes, she got up from behind her desk and opened her door to a still pale Brittany.
"Please come in Ms. Pierce have a seat in that chair." She pointed to the chair across from her desk. She watched as the blonde flopped into the chair acting all put out and hurt.
"Ms. Fabray this was just a complete misunderstanding. Really I was just freaking out, I wasn't going anywhere I swear!" She finished with a look of pure innocence; her big blue eyes wide open.
The older blonde just nodded, "I see, can you answer me one thing please? Do people actually fall for that dumb blonde routine of yours?"
Quinn watched as a look of anger crossed the girl's face before she retreated back behind her mask, "I don't know what you mean?"
"I know you don't want to be here Brittany but you are here and we told you the rules. I want to help you and if you won't be honest with me I don't really know how to help you. What was your boyfriend really doing here? Where were you going?"
The blonde just shrugged vacantly.
"Alright, have it your way. You were outside of the dorms after dark and after curfew; you were also leaving the property from what I could see and those are all spanking offenses. I need you to stand up please." She walked around the front of the desk and saw just how tall the girl really was. Quinn could see over the knee was just not going to work.
"I typically prefer to spank my girls over my knee but you are unfortunately too tall for me to do that safely. I'm going to need to have you bend over the desk Brittany and grab hold of the other side." She pointed to where she wanted her to go and watched as the tall pretty blonde reluctantly walked over in front of the desk.
Quinn had left the paddle in plain view and noticed Brittany's eyes keep glancing at it. At least she wasn't completely impervious to her impending punishment. She picked it up and set it down on the desk in full view of the blonde. Quinn noticed the blonde blush a dark red from her ears to her neck.
"You need to bend over the desk Brittany so we can get on with this. You broke the rules and every time you do I will be forced to punish you." She spoke softly but firmly hoping to get through to the other blonde girl, "C'mon now, get into position."
With a quick fleeting look of panic and a glance at the door, she took a shuddering breath and bent over the desk and took a firm hold on the other side. When she bent over her very short skirt rode up leaving very little to the imagination. Her pink lacy panties rode up as well exposing the undersides of her pale pink buttocks. Her breathing was faster and heavier and Quinn could tell she was nervous. It was the only sign she had shown that she was affected in the least.
The teacher stood along side of her student and put a warm hand on her lower back, "Why are you being spanked Brittany?"
"Because you are being a completely unreasonable person. I was nervous to be in a new place and my boyfriend was just trying to talk to me. I don't see what the big deal is." She spat out angrily.
Quinn held her temper and kept her voice even, "The big deal is that it's not the truth, you were trying to leave, you left the dorms and snuck out after dark."
The blonde pressed her hand firmly on the girls back to hold her in place, flipped up her skirt with her free hand and started to hand spank the blonde until the skin peeking out of her panties was a nice warm pink color. She peeled down her underwear to just below her thighs and started to apply harder spanks and a faster rhythm. From experience Quinn knew these spanking was making an impression but other than some soft cries and moans the blonde remained quiet. Every time her hand connected with bare bottom, the girl jerked forward but held her position. Quinn applied some to her sensitive sit spots and the back of her thighs and the blonde squealed once and tried to slip sideways out of the way of her teacher's punishing hand, but Quinn stopped and guided her back into position, and continued.
"Alright Brittany you get 5 more with the paddle and then you need to stand in the corner for 15 minutes. I want you to know that you can talk to me if you are really freaking out. I was a student here as well and I understand what you are going through. I didn't want to be here either. My family forced me here but I found a home here and you can too if you just quit fighting everything. I know you don't believe this but I care about you and I'm here for you. OK, now you need to hold your position, keep your hands in front of you holding the desk. We're almost done!" She said softly when she saw the blonde clench her backside muscles together, "Relax Brittany, it's almost over." She stroked her back gently until the girl relaxed.
Quinn cracked down the paddle in a wide arcing angle so that the impact was hard and fast. The young blonde yelled louder than the noise the paddle made and started to sob immediately, nearly collapsing in a heap. Quinn waited until she was back in position. The blonde teacher was relieved to have finally gotten through the girl's defenses.
She applied the next 4 strokes as hard and as fast as she could as the girl sobbed and cried. She never apologized and she never begged, she just cried like her heart was broken.
Quinn rubbed her back gently until the girl was calmer and lead her over to the corner by her arm. Brittany got to the corner and ripped her arm from her teacher's grasp. The teacher felt her heart drop; she had thought perhaps they had formed a small connection tonight. She could see she was wrong.
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The blonde teacher was brought back from her memories of last night by the end of breakfast bell. She knew had she still had a half an hour before class began. Grabbing a bottle of orange juice, she headed for her classroom so she could get set up and organized.
Brittany had unnerved her a little with her behavior this morning; she was acting as casual as if nothing had happened last night. She knew the girl was acting but she didn't like her attempts to cozy up to Sugar Motta, that was just trouble waiting to happen. She was also unimpressed with the flirting behavior she was pulling on her teacher. That was going to stop as well.
Reaching her classroom in record time she setout all her handouts and notepads and books and sat down to enjoy her orange juice. Another year was about to begin and it looked like it was going to be quite an interesting one at that.
To be continued…..