AN: I know, yay, another author's note. I will try to keep this short and sweet.

1.) To the bitch/bastard who called me a "hick". I have no doubt that I have more education than you can even dream about having. If using the phrase "fixing to" means that I am hick to some, then so be it. I could care less. I would probably talk more rationally if you had the guts to actually sign in and talk to me civilly about it in a PM.

2.) Shelby is not a horrid mother for having sex in the same house as her daughter. Yes, Rachel did walk in on her and Quinn. However, if you read closely, you would realize that Shelby was trying to get Quinn to stop and Quinn did not listen. Rachel was not supposed to be home for a while, either. Things like that happen sometimes, even in the most perfect of families. It is Shelby's house. She is allowed to have sex wherever she pleases when her daughter is not at home, or not supposed to be home.

3.) Guys. It is smut. I put warnings. If you don't like it, why are you reading it? It must really turn those of you who send me horrid reviews on quite a bit because you keep coming back to read all my perverted thoughts. So thank you:) Don't worry, there will be more to turn you on eventually. I am working on a nice little puckleberry moment at the moment:)

4.) Those of you who enjoy my writing, enjoy:). I have already posted the Prequel, which begins only a few days before this story. It will be much, much shorter than this one. I am posting the second chapter either after this one, or tomorrow. I have not yet decided.

5.) WARNING. See that, guys? WARNING. There will be a spanking in this chapter. Don't worry, the next day, Rachel won't even have trouble sitting. Which is perfectly within the laws in my area. I looked them up. ;)

"Rachel Barbra Corcoran!" Shelby said. She was enraged. She was…Oh, the Princess was never going to sit again. Never. Shelby was going to make sure of it.

Rachel's heart nearly failed when she heard those three words. Her name. Her full name. Spoken by the only person who terrified Rachel despite the fact that she always tried to pretend she didn't.

Rachel's lips slid over Noah's hardened prick once more, trying to detach herself from them, but Noah was too far gone, and in that moment, came, hard, much of his come landing on Rachel's chest as she pulled away.

Shelby was beyond pissed now.

Noah looked terrified, and, despite just coming and being out of breath, jumped off the bed, and looked for his pants. He spotted them, pulled them on without worrying about anything else since that crazy ass woman looked like she was going to kill him, and then jumped from the window to the tree.

Shelby was surprised that he was able to move so quickly. She would worry about him later. She would be having a discussion with him later.

She turned to Rachel, naked as the day she was born, inching her way towards the door.

The site of Noah's ejaculate on her daughter's chest, shoulder, and even in her hair sent waves over anger through Shelby. She was pissed.

"Rachel, come here." Shelby said, stepping away from the window after she watched Noah hit the ground and run.

She wanted to make sure he didn't fall.

She didn't want him to die falling from a tree. She wanted to kill him herself.

"No…" Rachel whimpered. She needed to get away from her mother. She…maybe Santana and Quinn would save her?

"Rachel, do not even think about walking out that door." Shelby said sternly.

Rachel listened. She didn't walk. The minute that Shelby took another step towards her, she ran.

Shelby hissed. She was going to bust her Princess's butt. After she took a damn shower!

Shelby took off out of the room, knowing where Rachel was going. She hoped to everything that Santana and Quinn had put everything up like they normally did, and put clothes on…

Thankfully, when she got to the living room, Santana and Quinn, both clothed, were standing there, Santana was thrusting a throw blanket at Rachel since the girl was naked.

Rachel didn't care though. She was trying to hide from her mother. Her scary, scary mother.

Shelby stopped. She glared at Rachel. She could tell that even Quinn and Santana were a tad bit afraid of the murderous look on her face.

"One." Shelby counted. Rachel, tears pouring down her face, didn't move.

"Two." Santana grabbed Rachel's arm. She knew that Rachel didn't want Shelby to get to five.

"Three." Quinn grabbed her other arm, and together, the two pulled Rachel over to Shelby.

Shelby immediately grabbed Rachel's arm, yanked the throw from her, smacked her behind one good time, and then, still keeping a tight hold on Rachel, looked at the other girls.

"You two may go to bed and clean up everything. The little Princess and I are fixing to have a long chat as soon as I get her in and out of the shower."

Both girls nodded. They knew that meant that they could take the plugs out and shower themselves. They would do that after they heard the water from Rachel's shower end.

Shelby then dragged Rachel down the hallway, slammed her bedroom door open…there was no way that Rachel was sleeping in her room tonight anyways… and then went into the bathroom that was in Shelby's bedroom. She started the water, and then pushed Rachel into the shower.

"Wash up. Quickly. You do not want me to do it for you. Wash your hair too." Shelby said, hissing when she noticed how much of Noah's release was in her daughter's hair.

"I am sorry." Rachel sobbed as she washed her body with her mother standing there watching.

"You are sorry that you got caught. That is not going to fly with me this time, Rachel Barbra."

"Please don't spank me." Rachel said, grabbing shampoo.

"Oh, that ship has sailed. I am fixing to spank the living daylights out of you. You will not sit comfortable for a week if I have anything to do with it."

This only caused Rachel to sob harder.

Five minutes later, Rachel was out of the shower and dry, a towel wrapped around her small frame. Shelby had also stood over her while she brushed her teeth.

"Take the piercing out." Shelby demanded.

Rachel hissed. How had her mother seen that?

"Your bare behind was on display when I walked in that room. How do you think that I saw it. Take it out, or I will."

"You can't!" Rachel sobbed.

Shelby shook her head. Maybe they just needed to go ahead and get this spanking over with. She reached out and grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her into the bedroom. She then sat on the her bed and pulled Rachel over her lap.

She wasn't worried about a softer warm up. She went right in for the kill and smacked Rachel bottom.

She soon, after ten very hard smacks, had Rachel begging her to stop.

She was nowhere near done.

She rained down smack after smack, her daughter's pleas falling on deaf ears. Normally, Shelby would have waited until the next morning, but Rachel did not deserve that. Shelby was not even angry. Yes, she was pissed off, but she was not in that angry place where she knew better than to spank her daughter.

Rachel needed this spanking.

She rained down the thirty-first smack, and dealt out nine more, the hardest smacks yet, and then, as Rachel lay over her lap and cried, she realized that she was done.

She stood Rachel's naked form up and stared at her daughter.

"I am so disappointed in you, Rachel. You deserved that spanking. You deserve every ounce of punishment you are going to get. Sex is NOT a game, Rachel!"

"I. Am. Sorry." Rachel sobbed out, trying to rub some of the sting out of her aching backside.

She knew that that wasn't going to happen. This was the worst spanking she had ever gotten. She knew that she was going to have trouble sitting for at least a week, just as her mother promised.

"Next time, Rachel, I will spank you so hard, that you won't want to move. I am serious. I cannot believe that I just walked in on you going down on Noah Puckerman and then, of all things, letting him ejaculate all over your chest, shoulders, and hair!"

Shelby reached back and smacked Rachel's backside again, to make a point.

"Never again, Rachel. You are too young. Do you understand me?"

Another smack.

"Yes ma'am! I understand!" Rachel cried.

"Good." Shelby said, finally softening her voice a little since she could tell that her message was finally getting to Rachel.

Rachel sobbed and reached for her mother, but Shelby kept her at arms length.

This caused Rachel to sob harder.

"Mommy, please hold me. I am so, so, sorry." Rachel begged. Shelby nodded, knowing that Rachel was, indeed, very sorry.

"We are going to be talking about this more tomorrow."

"Okay," Rachel hiccupped, "Will you hold me?"

"Yes." Shelby said, and crawled backwards in her bed and got under the blankets. She held them opened and let Rachel crawl in, on her stomach, and then let them fall as Rachel placed her head on Shelby's shoulder.

"Mommy," Rachel sobbed, "I had a really bad day."

Shelby rolled her eyes. She knew where this was going.

She had suspected it to happen at some point since Rachel had walked in on Quinn.

"We talked about this, Rachel. You are fifteen."

"I know, but I had a bad day, Mommy." Rachel cried, wanting to be comforted by her mother in a way that was supposed to be reserved only for her.

Shelby sighed.

"You do not deserve it, but I suppose you may." Shelby said, and moved to her side as Rachel reached into her tank top and pulled out Shelby's breast, the opposite, Shelby realized, to the one Quinn had latched onto earlier in the day.

Rachel immediately latched on to Shelby's nipple, and Shelby sighed. It had been years since she had actually let Rachel latch onto her and comfort feed, which was exactly what this was because the girl had felt threatened earlier and now just plain ole felt sorry for herself, but she didn't have any pumped breast milk at the moment. Rachel's other hand rested on the opposite breast, taking complete ownership of what she felt was rightfully hers.

Shelby knew that after catching her daughter having oral sex, that she should not let her comfort feed, but she was too tired to fight about it. Rachel needed some reassurances, despite how mad Shelby was, and this was how she wanted them, so Shelby would give them to her now.

Shelby sighed again. Long day, indeed.

It had been one of the longest damn days of Shelby's life.

And she had a feeling that the next day was going to be just as long.

AN: It was slightly short, but it was the last I had of the original. I had some people ask for back stories, so I will probably work on them next, as well as the day after this all happened. I hope that you all enjoyed it.