A/N Just some domestic mother/daughter F/f discipline, don't like don't read.

Takes place when Santana is 10 years old. Alluded to in chapter 1; Quinn and Brittany are over the Lopez house for a sleepover.

Rated M

Chapter 2

Santana was thrilled to be having Quinn and Brittany over for a sleepover. The two blondes from junior cheer camp had become her very best friends. She had slept over both their houses and really wanted to have them over. The Pierce house was small and cozy and Brittany's parents were really nice. The Fabray house was bigger and was decorated nice, but she didn't like Quinn's parents at all. Her Papí was a surgeon and they had a big house with an in-ground pool in the back yard and fancy furniture and she couldn't wait to show off to her friends. She really wanted them to see how rich they were. She even had a big TV on her bedroom wall and even Quinn Fabray didn't have that.

Her Mamí was very beautiful and wore very nice clothes and always smelled so nice. She used to be a nurse until she married her Papí and had Santana and then she stayed home. Santana loved her Mamí and Papí but she could get away with murder with her Papí, but she knew better than to push Maribel Lopez too far. She would only put up with so much nonsense before you wound up over her lap. The young Latina wondered if any of her other friends got spankings but she was too embarrassed to ask them so she left it unanswered. She didn't know how to talk about how awful they were and embarrassing but how much better she felt after.

Santana had been at her Tia Magdalena's house with her Mamí earlier in the day, and had stolen a pack of cigarettes from her older cousin Carmen whom she worshiped. She couldn't wait to show off to Quinn and Brittany how grown up and cool she really was. This sleepover was going to be epic.

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Both of her blonde friends had arrived and had changed into swimsuits and were currently splashing around the pool having a great time. Santana was so happy to have friends over. She was too young to put a word to loneliness but as the only child of two professional parents she had longed for friends. It was hard for Santana to open up though and when she met the two blondes two summers ago at cheerleading camp, she had met friends who were like her. They were beautiful and talented at gymnastics and sports and especially at cheerleading. Quinn's older sister was an infamous Cheerio in high school and would walk down the street in that red outfit and it seemed like the whole world stopped and paid attention to her. That was what Quinn and Santana wanted too, Brittany just wanted to be with Quinn and Santana so she went along.

Maribel was watching out the kitchen window at her daughter and her friends and smiled, she liked both blonde girls, they were just the kind of friends that Santana needed. She threw together some homemade lemonade and took it out to the girls on a pretty glass and silver tray. All of the girls jumped out of the pool and grabbed the beverage greedily. Swimming was hard and hot work.

"Thank you very much Mrs. Lopez that was very delicious." Quinn said very politely and very seriously.

"Yeah thanks Mrs. L it was awesome." The tall blonde said sweetly.

Maribel loved both girls like her own, she worried about Quinn a little, she seemed so serious for someone so young. The woman vowed to keep an eye on her. Brittany was just like a ray of sunshine in all their lives and Maribel was especially glad she was in Santana's life. She made the other two serious girls laugh and lighten up.

The Latina mother was beautiful and exotic looking to the blonde girls who both had blonde, blue eyed mothers. Maribel had caramel colored skin with dark coffee colored eyes, eyes her daughter inherited. She was fit and toned and worked out religiously and was incredibly beautiful. Her long jet black hair hung down over her shoulders and she had on a pair of designer sunglasses. Most kids would be humiliated to see their mother in a bikini sitting by the pool but Santana felt only pride. She knew her Mamí was beautiful.

After a while, Maribel set the murder mystery book she was reading face down on the table and went in to grab the girls a snack. Santana saw her Mamí get up to leave so she called her friends over to sit on the steps of the pool. Both girls swam over and she started to brag about all the cool things at her house. Her Mamí had been keeping an eye out the window as she made some sandwiches for the girls and heard her daughter. She wasn't very happy with what she heard.

"Santana," she called out the back window, "May I speak to you for a moment please mija?"

The young girl looked up in irritation, "Not now Mamí, I'm busy with my friends." She went back to talking about the new pool house they just built and how much it cost and what was in it. Quinn looked at her friend in shock, if she had dared to speak to her mother like that, well she didn't even want to think what would have happened.

Inside Maribel was not impressed either, "Santana Bianca Lopez, a word please?" It was clearly a command and not a request.

Santana rolled her eyes, she couldn't believe her mother used her middle name like she was a baby; well at least she didn't count to three. She got up and huffed her way into the kitchen clearly put out.

She got into the kitchen when she saw cut up peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, she hadn't even cut the crusts off. Rich people didn't eat PB&J!

"Mamí, we can't' serve those to my guests." She said rudely, "Peanut butter and jelly is what poor people eat."

Maribel raised an eyebrow at her daughter's theatrics, "It's what kids eat and it's what you and your friends are going to eat. What had come over you today?"

"Nothing but we are not eating those, they are just too common to serve to my friends." She crossed her arms and Maribel saw fire flash in those eyes so like her own.

"I am not very happy with the way you are behaving mija and I recommend you change it sooner rather than later or you'll have more to be embarrassed about than my serving peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." She threatened firmly causing the younger girl to blush.

Maribel picked up the tray covered in sandwiches and potato chips and walked out the sliding patio doors.

Santana pouted after her. She watched as her friends gratefully accepted the sandwiches and devoured them. She sat there glaring at her Mamí and refused to eat.

Her mother chose to ignore her rudeness but knew she was not going to cave in later when Santana claimed to be starving. She would be wishing she had eaten those sandwiches later on this evening.

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Santana had really wanted to show her friends how cool she was by lighting up a cigarette but her Mamí was hovering around them. She finally saw her chance when Maribel insisted the girls spend an hour out of the pool letting their food digest. She said she had some things to do in the house and when she came back they could go back in the water if they wanted or watch a movie.

The youngster waited until her Mamí went into the house and she grabbed both girls and drug them to the new pool house. She had hidden the cigarettes and the lighter behind it. She spent a little time showing them the cool new building with the built in stereo console that would let them play music while they swam. It was very impressive and both girls told her how cool it was.

Maribel noticed that it was awful quiet for three ten year old girls, so she looked out the window. She got a little concerned when she didn't see them out back so grabbing the dish towel and wiping her hands she went in search of her daughter and her friends.

Santana had found the cigarettes and lighter and very casually lit up a cigarette and took a puff trying not to hack a lung out or throw up as neither action could be considered very cool. She noticed the shocked and awed looks on her friend's faces and could tell that Quinn was scandalized and Brittany was slightly impressed. She offered one to both and both quickly turned her down.

Brittany looked at her friend and while she was slightly impressed she was a little scared as well, "I'm not allowed to even touch a lighter San, my mom would flip out. I'm sorry I don't want to get grounded."

Quinn just stared at Santana, "Me neither, my mom would kill me if she caught me smoking and I don't think your mom would like it either. Your mom is a nurse and your dad is a doctor, I think they'd have kittens if they saw you smoking."

Santana was showing off and loving all the attention she was getting, "Please I've been smoking for months now. I guess I'm just more mature than you two!" Santana glanced curiously at Brittany who had turned a very weird shade of gray. Maybe the smoke was bothering her, it was starting to make Santana a little queasy as well. She followed her line of sight and almost had a heart attack when she saw a furious Maribel Lopez standing at the side of the pool house with her arms crossed glaring at her very guilty looking daughter.

The young girl immediately dropped the cigarette on the ground and tried to hide the pack and lighter behind her back but she knew it was pointless, she was busted and from the look on her Mamí's face, she was in big trouble.

Maribel walked briskly over to the clearing behind the pool house and looked at each girl carefully. Looking at Quinn first, she called her over, "Quinn Fabray, were you smoking?"

"No ma'am." She answered honestly.

The Latina mom crooked her finger at the girl, "Breathe on me, I want to smell your breath." She said in her no-nonsense tone. Quinn did immediately and she knew she had not smoked anything. She went through the same process with Brittany who was clearly terrified.

She turned to her guilty daughter, "I already know you did, I watched you smoking it, back to the house all of you, NOW!" She said sternly and all three girls turned on their heels and ran back towards the house. Following quickly behind she entered the patio and gently told the blonde girls to go upstairs and get out of the wet bathing suits and when she was finished speaking with her daughter they could watch a movie.

Maribel waited until they were upstairs and she heard Santana's bedroom door shut before she turned on her, "What had gotten into you today? Bragging, being rude, sassing me and now smoking cigarettes? I have had enough of this behavior mija, you have been misbehaving for weeks. You just spent a week grounded. I'm thinking that perhaps I need to show you how unhappy I am instead of talking about it." She took the girl by the arm and led her over to the kitchen table.

Santana was standing there in her bikini just realizing what was about to happen and the fact that her wet bathing suit bottom was going to offer little if no protection. She also knew from hearing her parents that you could hear everything said in the kitchen in her bedroom. Thinking she could reason with her mother she said quietly, "I'm sorry Mamí, I don't smoke it was gross and I feel sick. I learned my lesson, I won't ever smoke again, may I go change now?"

Her mother smiled softly, "of course you may mija as soon as your spanking is over." She said in a normal conversational tone dashing all of her daughter's hopes. She turned and dug in the drawer and came out with the wooden spoon she called Mother's Little Helper and took her daughter by the arm and led her over to the wooden kitchen chair.

"Mamí please not with Brittany and Quinn over, please spank me tomorrow, please?"

Maribel sat down and laid her struggling daughter over her knees, "I'm sorry mija you should have thought about them before you acted like such a spoiled little brat."

She laid down several very hard spanks with her hand on the little bikini clad backside. They left quite a sting on the still wet surface. She kept warming up her daughter's naughty little backside as the proud girl squirmed but tried not to cry out hoping against hope Quinn and Brittany couldn't hear what was happening right below them.

Upstairs the two blondes stopped in the middle of changing when they heard the first very distinct sounds of an over the knee spanking. They just stared at each other with their eyes huge, very glad they had not been smoking when Mrs. Lopez had shown up in the clearing.

Downstairs, Maribel had taken down Santana's bikini bottoms and left them hanging around her daughter's knees as she started slapping her hand down on the little pink bare bottom. Santana was gasping with each strike. Her mother had a very firm hand and she was clearly not happy. The sound of bare hand on bare bottom was echoing around the kitchen and Santana felt hot tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes. Biting her lip to keep from crying, she lost it with one particularly hard spank and she sobbed.

"I'm sorry Mamí, I just wanted them to like our house. I wanted them to think I was cool like I think Carmen is cool." She cried out after another hard slap of her Mamí's hand on her backside.

"Bragging about what you have that others do not have is not going to make anyone like you mija, being rude and sassy to your Mamí is not going to make anyone like you and both those girls said no to smoking so I don't know why you think it is cool. I guarantee you won't when we finish today." She picked up the wooden spoon and Santana let out a little gasp and low cry. She hated the fire that thing ignited in her bottom.

Maribel swung the spoon and the crack around the kitchen was matched by the loud cry made by the ten year old. She kicked her legs and tried to climb off her Mamí's lap. Maribel held her tighter and swung the spoon again. This time she let it fly and ten spanks later, Santana was a sobbing hiccupping sad little girl. Her kicking had flung her underwear off her legs and had earned her a hard swat with the spoon to the back of each thigh.

Judging the spanking to being nearly over by the red of her rear and her sobbing demeanor, Maribel stopped to lecture her daughter again, "We are not better than others simply because we have money mija, we are lucky and have been blessed. You are a kind beautiful girl and if you treat others the way you would like to be treated you will have many friends. I had better NEVER catch you smoking again little girl."

She stopped lecturing and let loose a final volley of spanks with the wooden spoon paying close attention to her delicate and tender sit spots. The poor girl bucked and kicked and begged and pleaded but her mother had made it clear this spanking was over when she said so. She had lost all interest in modesty and could have cared less that Quinn and Brittany heard every embarrassing word. She just wanted to escape that punishing spoon and have her spanking be over.

Not even realizing her spanking was over, she laid over her Mamí's lap and cried. Maribel rubbed her back comfortingly and then stood her up to face her, "I hope you have learned a very important lesson little one. You tried to impress your friend's and didn't care that you were only showing them what a spoiled brat looks like. You need to stand for 15 minutes in the corner to calm down and consider your punishment mija. No rubbing either."

Maribel set the timer as the poor freshly spanked girl stood at attention with her beet red bottom on full display. She let her stand for the entire 15 minutes before calling her over and helping her get dressed and then held her and let her cry. She rocked her and loved her and made sure her daughter knew she was loved and forgiven.

"You need to go upstairs and apologize to your friends for trying to embarrass them and for smoking in front of them and offering them cigarettes. Then get dressed and come back downstairs and we can watch the movie like promised. Do you understand me mija?"

"Yes Mamí." She shuffled towards the stairs embarrassed to face her friends, she stopped and looked back at her beautiful but stern mom, "I love you Mamí I'm sorry."

"I love you too baby, and I accept your apology and I'm proud of you. You are an incredible girl, you don't need to trick people into liking you. Now go apologize and then come back down and let's forget about this and start over and have a wonderful time tonight."

Quinn and Brittany not only accepted her apologies but red faced and shamefully admitted to both being spanked in the not so distant past and vowed never to speak of it again. None of them knew it but it was the first of many vows the lifelong friends would make with each other and was the real birth of the Unholy Trinity.