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

Santana is around 8 years old and already stubborn. The timeline is my own.

RATED M

Chapter 11

It was a beautiful summer day, hot but not humid and Santana Lopez was dying to go swimming at the park. Her mother had promised if she got all her chores done yesterday they would go swimming. In her eyes, she had been the best girl ever! She put all her books and toys away after picking them up off her bedroom floor. She had taken her bath and gone to bed with a minimum of fuss last night. She had even eaten the awful cereal her mother insisted was healthy without complaint at breakfast this morning. All this goodness was killing her.

The park was waiting and daylight was burning. Still her Mamí sat on the couch reading silly work stuff for her Papí. She had changed into her little lime green and pink polka dot bikini at dawn and was sick of sitting around in it all day. She wanted to go already.

She had been begging ever since breakfast, maybe whining would work. Flopping down on the couch and half on her mother's lap, she heard with great satisfaction paper's crinkling, "Mamí puhleeeeeeze can we go yet?" She cried in a very annoying tone.

"Santana Bianca Lopez! Enough young lady!" Maribel took off her reading glasses and tried to straighten the important papers she was trying to concentrate on, "You are trying my patience today little girl." She snapped.

Seeing the look of hurt cross her daughter's pretty little face, she took a deep breath and pulled Santana up onto her lap, "Baby, I know I promised we would go to the park and go swimming but I also remember saying I needed to finish up a little bit of reading first. You promised to be a good and QUIET little girl for Mamí so we could get there sooner."

"Why can't Papí read his own stupid papers." She whined kicking her bare feet idly against the couch.

"We don't say stupid baby." Maribel said automatically, "and Papí counts on me to help him, just like he counts on you for hugs and kisses."

Even at eight years old Santana Lopez knew what she wanted and when she wanted it. Her Mamí said swimming at the park and she was taking way too long to finish reading those stupid papers. The child sighing loudly and impatiently, rolled her eyes and jumped off Maribel's lap, "I will try to find something to do.

"Well done Santana!" Maribel praised.

The little tan girl grinned widely, happy to have made her Mamí proud and skipped out of the living room; she would find something to do in her room. She played with her zoo animal toys for a while before huffing loudly, how long does reading take for crying out loud. Grabbing her coloring book and crayons, she headed into the living room; maybe if her Mamí saw her waiting and how hard it was she would take her to the park sooner.

Practically stomping back into the living room, she slammed her coloring book onto the coffee table and flopped down on the floor.

"Santana, I know what you're doing so knock it off." Her mother said as she peered seriously over the reading glasses perched on her nose. After making sure the little girl noticed her warning glare, Maribel went back to perusing the documents. "If only Nando didn't need them for his meeting this afternoon." She thought to herself.

Not taking the warning seriously, Santana waited until her Mamí was back reading until she opened the coloring book, making a loud noise as he purposefully slapped open the front cover. The youngster grinned wickedly when she noticed her mother jump a little at the sound.

"Santana!" She growled softly.

"Sorry Mamí." Santana said as respectfully as possible, "May I have a Popsicle? I ate all my breakfast."

Maribel waved her into the kitchen, "Just one mija they are all sugar."

The little girl got up and ran into the kitchen to grab a banana Popsicle from the freezer. She made her way back into the living room and sat down in the chair across from her mother licking the delicious frozen treat. She was watching her mother carefully and was disappointed to see she was not hurrying up at all. Waiting until the Popsicle was nearly gone so there was no chance of having it taken away, she started to slurp it very loudly. It was clearly annoying her mother, she could tell.

Lowering the papers sharply, Maribel got up and walked into the kitchen and came back with the egg timer, "I only need 30 more minutes Santana, when this timer dings we can go swimming. But if I have to tell you one more time to behave before the timer goes off, I will swat that cute little backside and stand you in time out for 10 minutes. Do you understand me young lady?" Maribel was reaching the end of her patience with her little brat this morning. She didn't want to take swimming away totally as the girl had behaved so wonderfully yesterday but she was pushing the limits right now and they both knew it. Maribel had no desire to escalate what was quickly turning into a battle of the wills.

Santana sat in the chair with her arms crossed over her chest, very upset with her Mamí right now, 30 more minutes was at least half a lifetime. She narrowed her eyebrow and stared belligerently at her mother.

"Santana, do you understand me? Or would you prefer to change out of your bathing suit and spend the day in your bedroom with a sore backside?" Maribel said meaningfully.

Big brown eyes went round at that threat, "FINE!" She jumped to her feet and headed for the backdoor, "I'm going to go play in the sandbox until your stupid timer goes off."

"You watch your tone with me little girl and don't you dare slam….." Before she got the words out, the backdoor slammed with all the glass rattling fury an angry 8 year old could manage. Maribel sighed and got to her feet, "That child and her temper, she will never learn."

Walking out the backdoor and to the sandbox, Santana cringed when she saw her Mamí's angry face coming her way, "Mamí, I'm sorry I didn't mean to slam the door." She was sure she was in for a spanking, she hated getting spanked but her Mamí always hated door slamming and back talk.

Her mother calmly and gently took her daughter by the arm and helped her out of the sandbox and led her into the kitchen silently, brushing sand off her back and bottom as they walked towards the backdoor.

"Mamí please no… don't…." Santana was not above a little begging as she tried to squirm her way out of her mother's grasp. It was not working as Maribel had a firm grip on her upper arm.

She walked Santana over to the kitchen corner that was used for her time-outs. Reaching down Maribel put her arm around her daughter's waist and held her tightly as she bent her over and gave her two very hard swats on her bikini clad bottom.

Santana gasped at the sting of the first swat as she struggled to get away but she knew there was no escape so she stood still for the second swat which stung even more than the first one.

"Now stop sniffling, you were warned properly before you chose to act up. I will let you know when your 10 minute time-out is up and you can go play in the sandbox. If I have to tell you one more time we will not be swimming today and you will not be leaving your room until dinner time. I have been MORE THAN patient with you, more than I probably should have been today. I am very disappointed in your behavior Santana; so do not test me anymore today. This is your last warning, next time you will be going over my knee for a real spanking and not just a swat or two."

She guided her daughter's nose into the corner and put her hands in position behind her back, "No rubbing either." She said with a meaningful tap to her stinging bottom. Maribel headed into the living room hoping against hope for at least 10 minutes of uninterrupted quiet time to finish the reading that should have been finished an hour ago.

Thinking the swats and time-out would give the angry little girl time to rebalance her mood, she focused in on her work papers. Sighing lightly, Maribel hoped they could still salvage some of today.

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Santana stood in that corner and stewed about the injustice of it all. She should be swimming right now in the cool water of the lake at the park but here she was for no good reason in time out with a stinging backside. It just wasn't fair. She did everything she was supposed to do yesterday. Her Mamí was just being mean and then to spank her and make her stand in time out was super unfair. She didn't want to go anywhere with her mean old Mamí now anyway.

Feeling defiant and feisty, she turned her head and peered into the living room and stuck her tongue out at her mother. She took her arms and from behind her and crossed them over her chest. Continuing to squirm and wiggle out of position, she kept glancing towards the living room. It made her feel better to be getting away with something even if she was playing with fire. Santana had learned the hard way a few times about messing around in time-out. She knew the rules.

Maribel had caught movement a few times from her daughter out of the corner of her eye but let it go, she wasn't sure why she was being so lenient today but she really wanted to go lay out in the sun on her day off too and read a good juicy summer romance novel. If she had to punish Santana with being in all day on this beautiful summer day, she would be punishing herself as well.

"Santana, you may go play outside, I'm almost finished." Maribel called out.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Santana sassed under her breath but said out loud, "Yes Mamí." She carefully shut the backdoor as she made her way to the sandbox. She sat and kicked sand around as she thought about the park. It was only one street over. She looked at the house and then at her new Dora towel hanging on the clothes line. Standing up she waited and waited and waited and still no Mamí. Grabbing her towel and her bucket of new beach toys she put on her flip flops and walked out the back gate towards the park, not even thinking about consequences as she was in the middle of a complete temper tantrum.

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Turning over the last page of her husband's work presentation, Maribel sighed and stretched as she took off her reading glasses and tossed them lightly on the coffee table. She realized the timer had not gone off. "Oh no, I forgot to reset it after Santana's time out."

Looking at her watch, she saw she was late and feeling a small surge of pride that her daughter had behaved herself finally, she went to the backdoor to let Santana know they were leaving in a minute.

She looked out the door and the sandbox was empty. Looking again, she saw the back year was empty and the gate was open. Feeling a wild surge of electric panic she ran out the backdoor calling her daughter's name frantically. She knew the rule; never leave the backyard without a grownup.

Maribel raced through the gate and looked in the front yard and up and down the sidewalk. There was no sign of Santana. Fighting back the urge to cry and to panic, she went back in the house and grabbed her car keys and her cell phone and then willed herself to calm down and think.

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Santana stomped furiously across the golden sand of the beach that was located at the front of the park. She had waited for too long for her Mamí to keep her word. Flinging her beach toys to the ground furiously, she flopped down on her towel unaware she was being watched by her amused teenage neighbor Katie.

She was babysitting another of the neighbor kids as a summer job and was watching them build sandcastles when she noticed her infuriated little neighbor stomping toward her. Looking around for Mrs. Lopez she thought it odd the little girl would be alone. Maribel Lopez was very involved and protective; there was no way she would leave the girl alone at the park. Katie had been the girl's babysitter once or twice and she knew there were rules to follow in the Lopez household.

Katie let loose her Yellow Lab puppy Maxx who immediately bounded over and dove on Santana all big paws, long legs and 3 foot tongue. At first she was startled but she loved her neighbor's puppy and recognized him right away.

"Maxx! Get off me you stupid dog, you're getting sand all over my clean towel." She giggled frantically as the puppy rolled all over her wrestling her to the ground desperately trying to lick her face.

Katie stood up and walked over to the little girl, "Hey Tana, where's your mom?"

"She's coming as soon as she is done working." Santana said busy with the big clumsy puppy.

"Does she know where you are right now?" Katie noticed immediately the look of hesitation on the little Latina's face, "She doesn't does she?" She sat down next to the girl and looked at her kindly.

Santana poured her little heart out to the older girl about how unfair it all was, leaving out the spanking and time-out part. She didn't want Katie to think she was a big baby. The tall blonde babysitter was kind of pretty and Santana admired her and wanted Katie to like her back.

"I'll bet she's really scared right now. She might think someone stole you and she could be calling the police right now and your Dad."

Santana's nearly black eyes went wide with fright as she realized for the first time the kind of trouble she was in if her mother had noticed she was gone, "I have to go Katie thanks." She stood up frantically gathering all her belongings getting ready to run.

"I think it's too late Tana." Katie pointed over Santana's shoulder to the young police officer walking towards them.

The little girl dropped her beach toys, "Oh no." She said softly.

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Santana sat in the backseat of the police car as they were driving to her house. The young officer was scolding her for running off and Santana was sniffling about to cry, not because of the scolding but because her Mamí was going to kill her.

"Can you take me to jail instead sir?" She asked in a very polite and sweet voice.

The officer had to bite his lip to keep from laughing, after all he had been 8 once with a mother too.

"Sorry kiddo, you're stuck with me and your mom."

Feeling her eyes fill with unshed tears, she looked out the window at the trees and houses flying by on the way to her house.

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Katie had called Maribel and let her know that she had been with Santana the whole time and was safe. She felt terrible when the woman started to cry. Maribel thanked Katie profusely and hung up and went and stood on the porch to wait for her errant daughter, who was in so much trouble.

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The officer got out of the car and walked around and let Santana out. She hid behind him as her mother ran off the porch and pulled her daughter into a massive and frightened hug. Maribel was on her knees in the grass, crying and holding her daughter and thanking all the saints in Spanish.

She thanked the officer and signed his report with one hand as she held onto her daughter with the other. Santana waved shyly at the man when he drove off and waved at her. The young girl turned slowly and looked up at her mother, she had her back to the sun and Santana had to shield her eyes but she could see how angry her Mamí truly was. How did she do that? She was crying and glad to see her a second ago.

Maribel drug a compliant Santana up the porch steps and into the house, lecturing her the entire way in as she angrily swatted her rear end.

Santana was trying to twist out of her mother's reach and managed to avoid a few direct shots.

Maribel picked her up and carried her up to her bedroom and sat her harshly on her bed, "Get changed please." She said in a clipped tone.

"I'm sorry Mamí, I didn't think." Santana said softly her voice all choked up.

"Clearly!" Maribel snapped as she reached for her daughter and pulled her over her knees. Stopping herself the older Latina steadied herself and realized she was about to spank her child while out of control angry and that was never acceptable. She stood Santana back up in front of her and put her head in her hands, "I am so furious with you right now Santana Bianca Lopez. You know the rules and you scared me half to death, all because you do not know how to be patient for even 5 minutes. Now instead of having a nice day at the park swimming and playing you are spending the day in your room."

"Aren't you going to spank me Mamí?" Santana squeaked softly barely above a whisper.

"Yes mija, but not until I am no longer angry and that may take a while. Take your chair and sit in that corner and do not move out of position until I tell you that you may." She stood up and helped her daughter move the chair into the corner, "Get into your pajamas first Santana."

"But it's daytime still Mamí." Her daughter questioned.

Maribel forced herself to remain calm, "Just do as I say Santana. As soon as you are changed sit your bottom on this chair and do not move it." She swiftly vacated the room and went downstairs to try to calm down.

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Santana sat in the corner until her belly was rumbling with hunger it had to be close to dinner time. Her bottom and her legs were falling asleep from sitting on the hard chair for so long. Her door opened and her mother stuck her head in, "You may come down for dinner Santana."

The little girl felt awful, she had made her Mamí cry and now she was hardly talking to her. She walked quickly downstairs and sat down to dinner. The entire meal was in silence except for Santana asking about her Papí and her mother's short response that he would be very late tonight.

Maribel told her to stand in the corner of the kitchen where she had stood earlier while she cleared the table and did the dishes. The mother took her time making sure she was completely in control of her emotions as she put all of her remaining emotions into scrubbing the kitchen into a state of spotlessness.

Santana stood still as a wooden soldier in that corner, showing none of the squirming or rebellion she showed earlier.

It was probably close to an hour later when Maribel started the dishwasher and folded the remaining towels and sat back down at the table, "Santana come here please."

The wide eyed little girl nearly sprinted back to her mother.

"Do you understand why I am so upset?" Her mother said softly.

"Katie said you probably thought someone stole me or hurt me and you were worried." She looked down at the floor.

"That's exactly right mija. The world can be a dangerous place and it's my job to protect you and I was so afraid baby I was so scared. You are my little girl, my baby, my big girl and I couldn't live if something bad happened to you. Promise me you will never ever leave this yard without letting me know again. Swear it!" Maribel said passionately with tears glistening on her long eyelashes as her voice broke.

"I swear it Mamí, I won't ever leave the backyard again without your permission or Papí's permission." She looked at her mother as she spoke.

"Do you know why you are getting a spanking tonight mija?" She said sternly.

"I left the backyard without permission and went to the park all alone when I'm not allowed to do that."

"Not to mention you have behaved like a very spoiled little girl all day long. I know you wanted to go and you were excited and you earned it yesterday but sometimes grownups have things to take care of. It was still early and we were still going to be there all day. I am so disappointed in your behavior today. It was terrible. So on top of the spanking you are getting, no park and no beach for 1 week."

"But Mamí…." The little brunette whined.

"Don't you Mamí me little girl, you are lucky to be leaving your room all week the way you behaved." She stood up and went to the drawer to grab the big wooden spoon as she heard Santana start to sniffle loudly. She knew what was kept in that drawer.

"Oh no Mamí please…." She watched in despair as her mother found the hated implement. She had been spanked before and had never wanted a repeat. She hated how mad she got.

Maribel walked back to her seat and pulled her daughter over her knees. She set the spoon on the table and started bringing her hard hand down over pajama covered cheeks.

Santana knew right away this was not going to be fun. Her Mamí's hand was not just stinging it was leaving a brushfire wherever it landed. She was squirming from the first spank trying to avoid the rain of spanks that were slapping down in a steady rhythm.

Maribel tightened her grip on her daughter's waist and pulled her tighter to her abdomen. She was so grateful that her baby was safe and so grateful she waited to discipline her until she was no longer angry; merely drained. This was going to be an important lesson for her little girl and Maribel didn't like to make her cry but she needed to know she could never do this again. With that thought in her mind she reached up with one hand and pulled down the pajama bottoms to the back of her daughter's knee.

"No Mamí, please it hurts I'm so sorry." Santana squealed as her mother's firm hand descended rapidly on her already pink backside. She was starting to cry as she kicked and squirmed more needing to escape her mother's iron hand. Santana tried to roll off but her mother just tightened her grip and swatted her twice on her sensitive bottom.

"Quit squirming, this is not even close to being over little girl." Maribel said sternly as she aimed a few shots at her daughters sit spot as the girl cried out when she hit her target.

She stopped and surveyed Santana's bottom. It was a bright pink and was warm to the touch. It was time to really make an impression and finish this. Every squeal and squeak Santana made was breaking her mother's heart.

Maribel leaned over and picked up the spoon as Santana thrashed seeing what was next, "No more please, I won't ever do it again, no more please Mamí!" She called out trying to reach her free hand back and cover her exposed burning rear end frantically.

Her mother just calmly grabbed her flailing hand and pulled it gently against her back. She then looped her leg over the frantically kicking legs and raised her other leg to get her daughter's pink rear in perfect sight. She gripped the spoon tightly and raised it back.

"You will never leave this yard again without permission!" She punctuated each word with a very hard swat from the spoon as her daughter squawked loudly and thrashed around more determined than ever to avoid the source of her embarrassment and her pain.

"Ow ow ouchie, Mamí, I won't ever ever ever again, no more please Mamí it really hurts I'm sorry no more ouchie."

She pulled the spoon back and delivered one final very hard spank and she watched as Santana quit fighting and sobbed loudly.

Maribel threw the spoon on the floor, she hated this part of motherhood. Gently picking her daughter up she carried her cradled to her chest as she avoided putting her hands on her hot backside.

She laid Santana down on the bed, guiding her onto her stomach and then scooted in next to her. The little girl laid halfway across her lap and clung to her mother's shirt as she sobbed brokenly.

Maribel reached down carefully pulled off her pajama bottoms that had tangled in her legs, "I am so sorry I had to punish you so hard baby but you can never do anything like that again. It was so dangerous. It could have been a stranger and not Katie or the policeman who found you." She whispered softly to her sobbing child.

The mother rubbed her daughter's back in circles gently trying to calm her down, "It's ok now mija, I forgive you and you are safe and your spanking is over. If you behave we can go to the beach in a week. Relax baby, it's all over." She kissed her head as her daughter slowly calmed down and cried herself to sleep.

Santana woke up and it was very dark in the room, she had a bad dream about her Mamí being gone. She felt around her bed and there was no Mamí, she started to cry loudly. The hallway light flicked on immediately, "Mija, what's wrong baby?" Maribel said softly.

"Yo Yo You were gone…" She sobbed sitting up in the bed her black hair in a wild tangle.

"Just for a minute mija, I only left to put on my pajamas. I would never leave you baby, never. You are a part of my soul baby." She picked up her sobbing child and held her closely and sang to her as her Mamí had sung to her after a punishment.

"I love you Mamí!" The little brunette said as he yawned sleepily, safe and warm now she was back in her mother's strong arms.

"I love you too baby, let's get some sleep." Maribel scooted down in the bed and pulled the covers up over her daughter's bare bottom. She smiled softly as Santana wiggled as close to her as she could and she could feel a little heat still coming off her backside. A few tears gathered again but she leaned over and kissed her baby knowing she had done the right thing.

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