AN: thanks for all the reviews. There is a bit more happening in this chapter. I would like to address a few things though. Number one: this is my story. I will write it how I want. I will also use the phrase "fixing to" to my hearts content. I am from the south and everyone says it where I am from. If you don't like it, get the fuck over it. Number two: this is a Shelby-Santana-Quinn pairing and a Rachel-Puck pairing. Nothing is going to change that. Santana and Quinn are eighteen and in college. There is nothing sexual between Rachel and Shelby. That disturbs me, so there never will. Shelby is simply Rachel's very strict mother. If you have any other questions, or comments, feel free to PM me. I am open to suggestions that I may or may not turn down. Usually I try to use suggestions I get. If there are typos in this, sorry. I had to update from my phone as the internet is down in most of my area because is ice storms that are tormenting much of the south. I thought people would want a Chapter anyways.
Smutty things do not really happen in this chapter though it is hinting towards them... Next chapter though they will. If I know enough people have read the chapter I MIGHT update tonight, or maybe tomorrow.
I also have a prequel to this story that is mostly smuttyish. If you'd like to read it, let me know and I will post it as a prequel story. I just enjoyed writing this one more. It's all written though.
It was going to be bad, and there was a part of Shelby that could not fault Rachel for being upset.
Shelby unlatched her nipple from Quinn's mouth, smacked Quinn's thigh, possibly harder than she had ever smacked the blonde since tears immediately filled her eyes, and she then tucked her breast back into her shirt.
"Quinn. Bedroom. Now." Shelby said in a no nonsense tone. The woman was not happy with Quinn, but she never took her eyes off of Rachel, who was standing in front of her. Shelby could tell that Rachel was trying to decide what to do. How to react. She was trying to decide how far she could go without getting in trouble herself.
"Rachel." Shelby tried. She wanted to calm Rachel down before the girl got into so much trouble that Shelby had no choice but to act.
"Don't, Mom. Don't. I am going to my room, where I will be staying the rest of the night. Don't even think about coming in there or sending one of those Neanderthals you call girlfriends into my room." Rachel hissed vehemently.
Shelby's eyes widened.
"Young lady, I do believe that you have completely forgotten whose house you live in. I think that you have forgotten that you are my daughter and I am the mother."
"I think you have forgotten that what Quinn was doing, was not in her rights to do! I don't care if she does have some sick, sexual fetish about it!" Rachel screamed.
Shelby stood up, her eyes now holding glares for her daughter. Normally, such a look would have sent fear down Rachel's spine and she would have immediately straightened her behavior.
"I think that you have also forgotten, Rachel, that this is my body, and I can do with it what I please." Shelby said in a deadly soft voice.
Rachel glared at Shelby. When she had walked in the room and saw Quinn sucking on her mother's breast, it had sent searing pains of jealousy down her very spine. Fury had entered her very being, and Rachel wanted nothing more than to throttle Quinn Fabray right then and there.
Now, Rachel was fuming. She still wanted to make Quinn regret about even thinking that she could do something that was reserved only for Rachel.
Shelby Corcoran's breast milk was Rachel's, and no one else's, damnit!
"So you get to act like a whore, letting any bimbo suck on your boobs because of a sexual fetish? Nice, Mom! Really nice!" Rachel screamed at Shelby.
Shelby had never, not in fifteen years, ever heard her daughter speak to her like that. She had never heard her daughter speak to anyone like that. She took three long strides over to her daughter and grabbed her arm, shaking the tiny girl slightly.
"You had better watch your mouth, Rachel Barbra Corcoran!" Shelby said as she bent at the waist and stared into her daughter's dark brown, blazing eyes.
"Or what?" Rachel hissed.
"I do not think that you want to know, young lady!"
"Whatever. Why don't you go hang out with your fucking harem since you think you have to act like such a whore. You'd think you'd learn from your mistakes. I mean, wasn't I a fucking mistake from your whoring around?" Rachel rebuked.
Shelby had finally had enough. She raised her right hand in the air and slapped her fifteen year old daughter across the face.
It was not a hard slap, but there was definitely a hand print on Rachel's face.
A red, five fingered imprint of shame.
Tears welled up in Rachel's eyes and she tried to get away from her mother's grip, but Shelby was holding on tightly. Shelby, bending at her waist again, looked at Rachel.
"I do not know who you think you are, but let me assure you of a few things, Princess. One, is that you are grounded for the foreseeable future. I will take you and drop you off everywhere. You will see no friends, you will not go to any afterschool clubs, or anywhere else for that matter, until I tell you that you are ungrounded. I am ashamed of you, Rachel Barbra, and I am seconds away from taking you over my knee and busting your butt to the point you will not want to think of sitting. My best advice to you, Princess, is that you go to your room, without slamming any doors, without throwing anything, and without locking your door, and get ready for bed."
"It is only four." Rachel whimpered, trying to get out of her mother's grasp so that she could rub her stinging cheek. But, Shelby was now holding onto both of her arms, and she could not move.
"I do not care. I am fixing to make you a quick supper while you are showering and getting ready for bed, you will then eat, and then you will go straight to bed, where you will stay until I wake you up in the morning. Do. You. Understand?" Shelby said.
Rachel nodded, but a raise of Shelby's eyebrow told her that a nod was not nearly enough.
"Yes ma'am, I understand." She whispered.
"Good. Now. Go shower. If I were you, I would behave for the rest of the night, or sitting will be a distant memory for you." Shelby said, turned Rachel slightly with one hand, pulled Rachel's shorts and underwear down, and landed one of the hardest smacks to Rachel's bare butt that she had ever landed. She then pulled the panties and shorts back up and merely pointed towards Rachel's room.
She didn't comfort Rachel like she normally would. She was not in the comforting mood at the moment. Rachel's words had stung Shelby. Regardless of what Rachel thought, Shelby cared deeply about how her daughter viewed her, and she did not want Rachel to look at her in those ways.
Shelby knew that she was not a whore. She knew that, yet, Rachel's words still hurt.
Shelby heard Rachel's door click shut, but she knew that Rachel had not locked the door. Rachel knew better.
Shelby then walked down the opposite hallway, where the other girls' room was. Rachel and Shelby's rooms were on one side of the house and Santana and Quinn's room was on the other along with Shelby's office.
Shelby walked up to their bedroom door, swung it open, and was quite displeased to find Quinn sitting on the bed, her arms crossed over her chest in a pout.
"All of that out there could have been avoided had you obeyed me." Shelby said in a deadly tone.
"I shouldn't have had to obey that order! It wasn't fair, Shelby! I should be able to suck on your nipples if I want!" Quinn hissed.
Shelby raised an eyebrow at her.
"Are you an adult, or are you a child? Rachel just threw a damn hissy fit out there not five minutes ago. Are you going to do the same damn thing? Because I promise, I can deal with you the same way that I am going to deal with her if she can't straighten up and we both know that you do not like being punished that way."
"I am not a child! I am nearly nineteen years old!" Quinn said fiercely.
"Then act like it! Damnit, Quinn. My daughter walked in the house and caught you trying to latch onto my breast. Obviously this upset her. You and Santana just got in trouble for doing things in the living room two days ago, obviously you did not learn your lesson. You need to stay in here for the rest of the night. I am going to make Rachel supper and then she is being sent to bed. I will send Santana in when she gets home."
With that, Shelby turned around and walked out of the room. Her night was already not going as she planned. Rachel was in trouble and in obvious need of the spanking of her life, and Quinn was acting like a little twit. Shelby sighed. She was just ready to go to bed. She was going to get Rachel in bed, make sure she was asleep, and then she was going to bed as well.
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"Quinn, I don't think that this is really a good idea." Santana said nervously, holding a bundle of satin cords in her hand.
"Look, she dominates us all the time. I think that it is only fair that we get to dominate her once. Just once, San. That is all I am asking." Quinn hissed.
For once, Santana was really, truly, trying to be the voice of reason.
"But, Quinnie, you know how she is…the Princess is right across the hallway from her. She will flip her shit if the Princess were to walk in and we had her tied up to the bed."
"Look, the Princess has been in bed since five. Shelby checked on her at seven, and she was dead to the world. If Rachel shas a nightmare, we can easily untie the restraints."
"My ass is still sore from two days ago. If we get in trouble, I am going to fucking murder you." Santana said, and was immediately pushed against the wall, Quinn's face inches from hers.
"Let's get something straight. You aren't gonna do shit, Santana!"
Santana, for the first time ever inside of the house, pushed Quinn back.
"Bet! I don't want to mess up what we have with Shelby! I like it here! Just because you are pissed that the Princess got you into trouble doesn't mean that I am mad at her. Sure the Princess and I have our moments, but damn, I have never tried to dominate Shelby because of them! I like Shelby being the dominate one. She fucking takes care of us, Quinn!" Santana hissed.
"Once, Santana. Once is all I ask."
Santana swallowed.
"Fine."
Quinn nodded. They crept into Shelby's bedroom and watched her. She was in a tank top and shorts, no bra, and probably no panties.
Quinn was already wet. She licked her lips and motioned for Santana to give her the satin cords so that they could tie Shelby to the bed.
"You get her hands and I will do her feet." Quinn whispered.
Santana nodded and then went to work tying up Shelby's feet and hands to the bed posts.
Shelby never moved.
"Shit, San. The dildo is in our room…let's go get it." Quinn said.
Both girls walked out of the room and quietly shut the door. The moment that they did, Shelby's eyes popped open and she shook her head. She had heard every single word her girls had said.