Most importantly you MUST know that this is a much heavier chapter for the whole adult baby world and they are going to continue. Maybe not EVERY bit of EVERY chapter from here on out, but you have been warned!

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Wishing you all the best ~ Molly

Susan smiled as Santana walked in the door and gave her a tight hug. "Hey honey," she said and combed her fingers through Santana's poker straight hair.

"Hi Miss Susan," Santana smiled cuddling into the older woman, who was very maternal. She'd learned a lot from her already and while she was a little bit nervous about what she had to do next, she knew it had to be done. Things didn't work any other way for her. Miss Beth had been crystal clear from the beginning. In any session, with any client, if you didn't know what it felt like, how could you do your job correctly. Training had involved a lot of new experiences for Santana. Electrostim, massage, fingering, fisting, bondage, handcuffs, spanking, caning, paddling, food play, and hydro play. Santana had wanted to be the best at everything, she'd made that clear. However when it came to scat and blood play, Santana had thrown up quite a few times and Miss Beth told her she was not going to perform Mistress duties with clients asking for those specific things. She would either team up, or they would be reassigned, but she wasn't to be in the room. Santana had protested, but Miss Beth explained very calmly to her, after spanking her for disrespect, that it didn't mean she wasn't great at what she did. "All it means is that, this is not for you. We can revisit it in a month or two, but right now, you are off limits to those activities," Miss Beth had told her.

"So my little fire ball, when does your precious come to live with you and did you bring everything I asked for?" Susan asked her.

Santana nodded and gave Susan her bag. "Almost everything is in there," she said.

"Good girl. Now, we have to take you in the back and get you changed," Susan said and wrapped a protective arm around Santana hoping to help ease the girl's fears. "It's not permanent Santana, but you know as well as I do, that if you don't feel it, you're not going to know how to help her, and I will help you as best I can along the way. We have three hours, so tell me why you're so apprehensive."

"What if I get turned on?" she asked a blush falling over her face faster than Susan had ever seen.

"Then I will take care of you. It won't count against you. I won't punish you. You can't help how your body is going to react and I can guarantee you that while your precious may have thought it's what she wanted, it isn't now. Once Terri did all those awful things to her, she stopped wanting them. Terri took away the pleasure, but she did it for so long that now Marley is stuck with these thoughts that what she wants is a terrible thing. You have to help her find a new way to A) get what she wants and B) get out of the situation she's in," Susan explained.

"I didn't have any diapers," Santana said once they were in the privacy of the room.

"I have plenty, don't worry. My loves won't even notice two or three missing."

"Only one!" Santana said strongly as Susan rooted through her bag. She found the pacifier first and pushed it to Santana's mouth.

"Stop talking," she told her seriously and Santana frowned but didn't say another word. She did however go to take the pacifier out. "No! That stays," Susan said sternly, but gently as she pressed a finger to Santana's lips to keep it in place. "It's not punishment Santana, it's to help you. You are one of the best Mistresses this club has seen in a long time. You challenge yourself and your clients. You do a wonderful job, no one is disputing that, but right now, with me, you are my little Sanny. You do not get to control things, because for the most part Marley doesn't get to control things. We are doing a crash course immersion for you. You need to know what Marley feels. It's not forever for you. For her it may very well be. Terri took a lot from her, including some basic fundamentals like toilet training and speech. I won't take any fundamentals away from you and I will explain everything to you as we go along, but you, right now, are my little Sanny. Santana is a grown up girl who isn't here and won't be here for another three hours, understand?" Susan lectured.

With a very heavy sigh, Santana nodded. "Good," Susan smiled and she took the pacifier out. "Let's establish some basics okay?" she asked kindly. "First, how does Marley communicate?"

"She blinks, or whimpers, or cries, or sometimes she nods her head. For me it's all of those things. With her therapists it's only whimpers or cries. For her nurses when she's changed, it's only crying and it takes a long time for it to stop," Santana explained.

"Does she say any words at all?" Susan asked.

"Mommy and Kurt," she smiled.

"You're mommy?" Santana nodded. "And she says Kurt?"

"Well, no, she says K-eh, but she's only said it around him."

"Nothing with Rachel?"

"Not yet. I've shown her pictures and videos but Rachel hasn't made it in yet. We're both going tomorrow. I'll prepare her for that tonight," she said.

Susan nodded and picked up the pacifier, smiling when Santana worked her jaw around it a bit. "This is only for five minutes tops, but you have to see what it feels like. If you find comfort in it, then great, if you find it frustrating, then that's fine too, but you have to find out so you can find out what it might do for Marley. I really want you to tell her what this was like for you. You don't have to do it in front of anyone else, but I want you to use it as a better bonding session with her, okay?" she asked and with sad eyes, Santana nodded. She was afraid she was going to hate it so much that she would have to give it up, like she had the scat and blood play.

"Sanny, it's me, you're safe, nothing bad is going to happen to you here, do you understand that?" Susan asked gently, seeing fear in Santana's eyes. Santana nodded and Susan smiled and gave her a kiss. "Alright, so we're going to do this, bit by bit, okay? I know your concerned about her living with you and that you don't have the house proofed for her. There's a difference though. Marley isn't an actual toddler, she knows right from wrong. I don't think she's going to put her fingers in an electrical socket, however, if you want, it's usually best for you to hold her hand as you walk around the house. She's probably going to want to be with you all the time once you move her into the house anyway," Susan said.

Santana nodded and thought for a bit. Marley was glued to her side now when she showed up at the hospital. To put her in a new place was going to be traumatic for her and that just caused Santana more fear.

"Sanny, look at Nana," Susan said pulling her out of her thoughts. Santana looked up and Susan was holding out her hand to Santana. Santana took it and Susan smiled. "Nana likes to have her little ones next to her at all times, no exceptions, so when you have your precious with you, to help remind her she's with you this is what you can do," she explained.

Santana stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Susan. Marley wasn't mobile. Thinking about it for a moment more, Santana carefully slunk down to the floor and just sat there, looking up at Susan. "Are you going to sit there all day?" Susan asked her. Santana shook her head and waited for Susan to catch on. "What's wrong Sanny, are you scared?" Susan asked her kindly. Santana shook her head no. "Do you want to continue to learn what you can do to help Marley?" Santana nodded yes. "So then why aren't you standing with Nana?" Susan asked her genuinely. Santana glanced at the clock. Two minutes had ticked by, she still had three with that pacifier. She wasn't going to take it out and anger Susan, but at the same time, if she was to put herself directly in Marley's place, that meant not moving unless someone else moved her.

"Alright Sanny, we have to work on this. Why is Sanny not moving?" she asked her kindly and took the pacifier out of her mouth.

"Marley can't walk," she told her.

"How does Marley get around?"

"Nurses," Santana said simply.

"I think Nana has her work cut out for her then," Susan smiled.

It took some doing, but two hours later Santana had gotten a lot of helpful information from Susan and no longer had her pacifier in, which she was grateful for. The only thing they had left to tackle was diapers and Santana did not look happy.

"Sanny, if you give Nana any trouble, you're going to be in time out with a sore bottom," Susan told her firmly.

Santana pouted and looked at Susan. "No diapers," she said with frustrated tears in her eyes and Susan gave a very tight smile. The tears were actually a good sign. Santana was in a place where she was scared, and frustrated, and communication was not happening for her, which was exactly everything Marley felt all the time.

"Sanny, baby girls where diapers."

"No, I'm big," she protested.

"What did Nana say when you walked in this room at the beginning? Do you remember?"

"I'm Sanny," she said softly.

"Yes, you are, you are my very special, very talented, very lovely little Sanny, and little Sanny where's diapers," Susan said.

"No," she said sadly.

"You know what love? Little Sanny has to help big girl Santana otherwise, there is no way that big girl Santana, Mistress Santana, or Mommy Santana will be able to help little Marley, and I know that big girl Santana wants to do her very best when it comes to Marley."

"Can't go," Santana whimpered.

"I"m not going to make you if you can't honey," Susan said softly keeping Santana in a tight hug. "Look here," she said kindly sitting down on the floor and pulling Santana into her arms, much the same way Santana cuddled Marley already. It took a moment for her to realize it and then she spoke up kindly before Susan could continue with her statement.

"Nana?" she asked softly.

"Yes my love?"

"You hold all babies like this?" she asked.

"I do, it's a very mothering hug. It's something that makes them feel safe and loved and comforted. That's why Nana holds all her babies like this," Susan said.

"Big girl Santana does that too," she said proudly.

"So then big girl Santana should never worry about not being a good Mommy toward Marley. Those natural Mommy techniques are probably already in her. I heard a secret though. Do you want to hear it?" Santana nodded eagerly. "I heard that Marley was very very injured and now she has to have her Mommy learn to change her diapers, otherwise, she's not going to heal, it's a very sad situation."

"Her Mommy doesn't know how," Santana said.

"I know, that's why she sent you to see me. If little Sanny can lay still for Nana for just a little while, and be unhappy for just a little tiny while, she'll be able to help big girl Santana so that Marley never has to feel as scared and upset as big girl Santana is afraid she will make her," Susan explained.

"I can't pee myself Nana," Santana whimpered, little tears falling down her cheeks and Susan gently brushed them away with the pads of her fingers.

"I wouldn't do that to anyone," Susan said. "Nana would never make someone mess themselves on purpose. Nana doesn't think that's a very nice thing. In fact Nana would very much love to give anyone who does that to people a very hard spanking and a very long time out," she said and Santana gave a little smile.

"I can't pee myself Nana. How do I help?" she asked.

"It's going to be a little bit uncomfortable sweetheart, but you'll be with Nana the entire time and we're in a very safe place. Nana even has a few toys for you to play with while we go through everything as carefully as possible," she said.

"Kay. But I really don't wanna," Santana said honestly.

"Sanny, Nana is very happy you are being so honest with her," Susan praised. "Come on love. We're going to lay you down on the changing table and be very gentle with you. You'll have to feel it and get used to it, so you can tell Big Girl Santana what it's like and help her, help Marley," Susan said

Santana whimpered but let Susan lead her to the oversized changing table and help her onto it. Susan laid a gentle hand on Santana's belly and Santana started to cry immediately. "I'm not taking anything away Sanny. Nothing at all. It's Nana baby. You're very safe. Nothing bad will happen to you while Nana takes care of you. It's scary to have to trust someone else with something so intimate isn't it?" she asked her and Santana found herself struggling to breathe and in floods of tears. "Shhh, Nana's here, you're very safe sweetheart. I would never hurt you, and I'm not going to force you to do anything you can't do."

"No diapers," Santana cried.

"Shhh, I'm not going to make you use them Sanny. You are Nana's brave baby girl. Nana just wants you to feel something. Remember how Marley needs help?" she asked and Santana swallowed her hiccups, pushed out a controlled breath and tried to shake her head yes, but it wasn't easy. "You're doing so well Sanny. Nana is so so proud of her little girl," she praised her and she didn't proceed until Santana was calmer.

"Okay my sweet girl, let's talk it through. Nana wants her little Sanny to understand everything very clearly," she told her and as she talked she took off Santana's jeans and thong. "First we feel," Susan said and she pulled out a diaper. "This is very big isn't it honey?" she asked and Santana nodded, even though there was nothing but fear in her eyes. "It's alright, nice and slow my love," Susan assured her. "Okay, so I want Sanny to touch it and tell me what you feel," she said handing it to her and Santana held it, running it through her fingers in order to get a good feel, inside and out. What does it feel like sweetheart?"

"Soft inside," Santana said honestly.

"Do you think that diapers hurt Marley?"

"No. Terri made her hurt," Santana said.

"That's right," she smiled honestly. "Now, when Marley lived with Terri, Terri left Marley in diapers for a very long time, so I want you to feel a little bit what that was like," she said and Santana looked very nervous all over again. "Shhh, it's alright. Not long. I want you to get a quick idea. Very quick," she assured her.

Santana closed her eyes and let the tears fall slowly. "It's alright Sanny, nice and slow," she said kindly and carefully opened the diaper and put it under Santana. "Sanny, look at me baby, just look at Nana, nice and slow. I know you're scared, but you're doing so well. I'm so proud of you," she told her.

"Sanny go away, Sanny go away," Santana cried softly. She wanted to stop. This was getting to be too much, she was starting to feel that pit in her stomach, the one that would make her hurl any second.

Susan paused immediately and took Santana's face gently in her hands, forcing her to look directly at Susan. "Are you sure sweetheart, because we're almost done and as soon as we are, big girl Santana will come back and be ready to be the best Mommy possible," Susan said. She could tell this was a bit too much, but she really wanted to push through this.

"Don't like it," Santana said sadly.

"I know baby, but just keep looking at Nana and we'll be done so soon, I promise you," Susan told her. She then picked up the front of the diaper and taped it into place and Santana panicked immediately. Susan put very firm hands on her shoulder and had her breathe and focus. Eventually she calmed and Susan smiled at her. "What do you feel Sanny?" she asked her.

"Warm and um, I don't know. Just warm for sure. Safe kinda, but not really," she said between hiccups and gasps for breath."

"Well that's good. Safe is a good word," Susan grinned. "Now, see baby here's the problem baby Marley has a problem doesn't she?"

"Yes. She can't control herself. It just comes out of her and then she cries," Santana said.

"Well I'm going to open up your diaper and pour some of this water," she said holding up a water bottle. "I"m going to pour it right where it would be, if you did pee yourself, and then tape you back in, and I just want you to feel, that's all sweetheart. I promise you that nothing bad will happen, you're just going to be a little bit uncomfortable for a little while. After that, you'll be all done and you and Nana will cuddle and wait for big girl Santana to come back to us, okay?" she asked and with tears in her eyes Santana agreed.

Susan poured the water into the diaper and then taped it into position. At first everything was fine, but then the feeling of this-isn't-so-bad, changed to, get-this-off-of-me-now and Santana began to panic. The tears poured out of her eyes and she cried so quickly that Susan was even caught off guard a bit. The soft tears became louder cries, and then wails, until they reached screams of discomfort and panic.

"Shhh, Sanny, it's alright, look at Nana," she said and Santana wiggled and tried to get away. "Sanny," Susan said firmly. "Sanny, look at Nana. Look right at me baby. As soon as you calm down, and tell me what you feel, it comes off. As soon as you calm down honey, I promise," she assured her.

Santana walked into the hospital and went straight to Marley's room. She was so familiar now to most of the staff that they didn't even bother having her sign in. She went over to the therapy room and her heart broke. Off in the back corner was Joe sitting with Marley, trying to help her out and all she was doing was fighting to get away from him and crying. She kept trying to push him away, but her strength hadn't come back yet. To his credit, he didn't force her. He did for her, what Susan had done for little Sanny, which was just, be firm and try to talk calmly and rationally to her. Unfortunately for Joe, it wasn't working.

"May I?" Santana asked him softly. Marley was so far gone that she didn't even register Santana was in the room.

"I'm trying to get her to cooperate. We're working on core strength and she needs to be changed," he said and Santana nodded. She could smell it. The ammonia from the urine soaked diaper was very strong indeed. She had no idea how Marley could even stand a little bit of wetness. Her rashes were bandaged and heavily coated in hydrocortizone and desitin and any other rash remedy the hospital had on hand. Dr. Martinez had been very clear about that. They had to get them disinfected and dried up as fast as possible, to keep the poor girl off of sedation and out of pain.

"Marley, look at Santana," Santana told her and Marley yelled in anger. Santana was her Mommy, why did she insist otherwise. "How long has she been at therapy?" Santana asked turning away to look at Joe, not seeing Marley fall to the floor, so she could wiggle her way to Santana's lap.

"Two and a half hours," Joe said simply and then pointed at Marley.

"Off the floor young lady, come here," Santana told her and she scooted closer, pulled Marley into her arms and held her tightly. Marley immediately put her head on Santana's shoulder and wrapped her arms around her neck, struggling to lift them into position. Santana sighed and pushed her own back against the wall, keeping Marley plastered to her front. "Shhh, shhh, shhh," she cooed softly. "You sit here with me and when you are calm we will talk," she told her gently and then looked at Joe. "You sit there and tell me all about her therapy session today," she ordered him pointing to a spot just in front of her.

"You're much too strong," he told her seriously. He liked Santana, he thought she was very good for Marley, but her attitude was sometimes too much to take. She wasn't in charge of everyone and if Joe was right in his suspicions, she wasn't even truly in charge of Marley.

"I get on a roll," she said brushing him off as she continued to rub and pat Marley's back gently. She knew exactly how distressed Marley felt, because for the last twenty minutes with Susan, she'd been in the exact same position. Susan helped Santana temporarily go to a place where Marley lived all the time. Frustrated, broken, and scared. It was not fun.

"We need time alone Joe," Santana said.

"Do you want a nurse? She does have to be changed."

"No, just leave me the things she needs and I'll take care of it," she said simply. Joe gave her a small, doubtful look, but she glared at him in return and he backed off. He went to the supply closet, got her a fresh diaper, a box of baby wipes, a selection of rash creams, and left them alone.

Marley was a bit calmer now and Santana rubbed her back lovingly. "When you're ready sweetheart you pull back and look at me. We need to talk and then we need to get you changed, because I am one hundred percent sure that you don't feel comfortable," Santana told her kindly.

It didn't take long. After a slightly tighter hug, Marley pushed back, wobbling to stay seated straight in Santana's lap. "There's my beautiful girl," she smiled. "So, here's the thing. I want to tell you a story, but you need to be changed, and fast. We haven't done that yet, but if you trust me, then I will change you and tell you the story at the same time," she explained. "So tell me my sweet love, do you trust me enough to let me change you?"

"Mommy," Marley said softly and tiredly.

"I need a true answer sweetheart, can we try a yes or no please?" Santana asked. Marley nodded yes and then went a bit limp. Santana could see fear in her eyes and made her voice very soft and gentle. "Okay sweetheart, back we go," she said carefully and laid her down on her back and Marley whimpered. "I know sweetheart, I know, I'm so sorry baby, eyes on me, I will keep you safe," she told her lovingly.

Santana very carefully pulled down Marley's sweat pants, working them carefully to her ankles. "Nice and easy baby, very easy, I promise," she said. Once the sweatpants were down Santana stopped and waited for a moment. "So I promised you a story didn't I?" she smiled as she carefully rubbed her hands on Marley's ankles to help calm her, knowing it was a calming point on pretty much everyone's body.

"What's my name lovely?"

"Mommy," Marley said honestly.

"Alright, so earlier today, Mommy went to her job. Do you know what my job is? Do you remember?" she asked and Marley nodded. Santana smiled and shook her head. "You don't get away that easy. Is Mommy a singer, a mail person, or a mistress?" she asked. Marley worked her jaw, but didn't know how to answer the question. The words weren't going to come out easily and she knew it. "Look lovely," Santana said kindly, holding up her left hand repeating each job and adding fingers. Marley gave a sigh of relief, a small smile and reached out, pointing to the third finger. "Very good my love," Santana said and she untaped the diaper and Marley tensed.

"Shhh, we're going very easy baby, I promise. So, Mommy went to work, and had a session with Miss Susan," she said. "Miss Susan is a Nanny at my job. Lots of people come to the club and ask Miss Susan to be their Nanny for a little while and she is very good at her job," she said and Marley gave a curious look. "So Mommy went to see miss Susan and asked her to be my Nanny for a few hours. I had to do that, because pretty soon, my lovely Marley will be coming home with me, and I have to make sure I know how to take care of a little girl. The only way to do that, was for Mommy to be the little girl, and experience as much as you do. I had a pacifier, a bottle, and a diaper," she said and Marley's eyes went wide.

"I have to change it now sweetheart. Yucky diaper off and clean one on," she said. "Now Joe told me that you're getting very strong in your core. Do you think you can plant your feet and lift your hips a little bit for me?" she asked.

Marley started to cry immediately and Santana felt her heart break. She was obviously doing something wrong and Marley either couldn't, or wouldn't communicate her fears and Santana took a deep breath. "Shh, shh, shh. Look at Mommy baby, look at me, you're okay," she said putting a free hand on her cheek, to help calm her. Her cheeks were still bruised from where Terri had pinched them repeatedly, but Marley knew Santana's touch now, so she didn't flinch any more. "Marley baby, Mommy wants to help you. I do, but I don't know how, so Mommy is going to call a nurse and we're going to do this together and then Mommy is going to finish her story," she told her and Marley continued to cry, but kept a semi tight grip on Santana's hand.

Santana reached for the intercom button and called to the front desk. "Yes, this is Santana in the therapy room. I need to change Marley, and I need a refresher lesson in how to do it," she said seriously.

Nurse Emma walked in a few moments later and grinned. "Hi, I hear you need a lesson," she said and Marley started to cry. She didn't like how the staff talked to Santana. "Marley. We're going to change you, that's all it is, and Santana is right here to be with you the entire time."

"Mommy!" Marley growled with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, Mommy," Emma said kindly and she moved over to Marley's hips. "Okay, Mommy," she said carefully and looked at Santana. "Who's doing this?"

"Me," Santana said strongly and reached up to cup Marley's face. "Shhh, just keep your eyes on me sweetheart. I'm right here okay?" she asked her gently and then looked at Emma.

"Well you untaped her diaper, so that's a good start. Now you have to wipe her down before you put on the clean one, and I'm telling you now, it's going to hurt her and she's going to scream. She does it every time. The rash has blisters and when we clean them, it hurts, so just sort of ignore her screams and get the job done," Emma said and Marley's body went rigid, her body struggling to take in a breath.

"I'm here Marley, Mommy's right here. I'll be as gentle as possible," she told her and felt her own heart breaking.

"Okay, so you're going to place your non dominant hand on the small of her back and lift up, using your dominant hand to wipe her off. Always start at the top and pull down toward you," Emma explained.

Santana took a deep breath and then put her eyes on Marley's skin. It was purple, pink, red, and blue. Terri had left Marley in her diapers for hours at a time, and by that point, her muscles were so weak, that she had no control over them. Sitting in her own urine and feces for hours at a time before Terri would think about changing her and she never really cleaned her up, she just put on a new diaper and then left Marley in a dark room, by herself. Marley screamed as Santana wiped her down and Emma nodded her approval. "Very good, now you put all the dirty wipes here, and push it aside and then slide the new clean diaper under her," she said. Santana did it as fast as possible and then quickly slid the new diaper under her. "Good, now just put any of these creams on her. This one, is the one that she doesn't scream as much with. Unfortunately until she heals a little more, it's all going to hurt her," Emma explained as kindly as possible. Santana finished changing Marley and then put her pants back on.

"I want private time with her," she told Emma.

"I can keep people out of this room," Emma offered.

"I really want a rocking chair," Santana thought and pulled Marley up into her arms. As well as Marley was doing, she was still very thin and frail. Her body hurt her a lot of the time and Santana's heart broke every time Marley would scream in pain.

Marley's cries were loud and strong and she was begging for her Mommy. She wanted to pain to stop, she wanted it to go away and just be better. The cries were so intense that Santana felt her heart breaking.

"Alright princess. Alright, let's get you calm and Mommy will finish her story," she said and she kept Marley close, speaking gently to her, telling her all about her time with Susan and how she experienced as much as she could so that she could better understand what Marley's situation was. "I know it hurts now baby, but I will do everything I can to help you get better and get you to the safest place possible," she promised and Marley cried, but she didn't dare let go of Santana. Santana made Marley feel safe.

Santana dragged herself home to find Rachel drying dishes and Kurt making dinner. "How late am I? I thought it was my night?" she said.

"It is, and you're not late, but rumor has it you had a really long day, so we decided to help you out a bit," Rachel said. "How's Marley?" she asked.

"She's sleeping, finally," Santana said as she gently pushed Kurt out of the way and continued to brown the chicken, noticing that they were following her recipe.

"Finally?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, she um, she had a melt down I guess. She was exhausted and it took me an hour to calm her down and nearly two more to get her to fall asleep. Terri abused her," Santana said, her features hardening as the anger she felt of the situation came to the surface.

"I thought we knew this," Rachel said kindly and Santana nodded, but didn't speak. "So what is different about today?" Rachel pressed gently. "I mean what new information did you get today that you never had before," she clarified, more so for Kurt than for Santana.

Santana said nothing, she just focused on the chicken and as she continued helping to cook dinner, flashes of Marley's bruised and battered body flashed through her mind. She was in another world and working on a hot stove. This was not a good combination and Kurt saw trouble coming. He looked over at Rachel and then walked closer to her. "Sneak off and order her favorite take out and then just get me whatever it is I like from where ever it is that you order," he told her.

It took all of two minutes, for Santana to blindly pick up the browning chicken, with the tongs and whip it across the room, screaming in frustration and anger and finally broke down into her own tears. She slumped down to the floor and cried in anger. Kurt watched and let her be for a moment, but when she didn't calm down, in a reasonable amount of time, he walked over to her and wrapped his arms tight around her. "Communication, right Santana? So spit it out. What happened? What do you need help with? How can Rachel and I be your support team?" he asked softly and she started to fight him, struggling to get out of his grip. "You know, Auntie Tana. You're allowed to need someone to lean on too," he said loosening his grip and as soon as the words left his mouth, she calmed down. Being a Mistress had changed her slightly, for the better of course. She'd learned that she didn't have to be the only one in charge of everything, that it was okay to get help.

"She's every color under the sun. There are bruises all over her body, but the ones on her bottom. I can't handle it. I can't see that every day, multiple times a day," she cried.

"What bruises?" he asked.

"Everywhere. Just raw, and angry red streaks. Patches of purple. Slight shades of blues, greens, and yellows, but mostly red and white. The blisters, the rashes, she's just, she didn't deserve that," Santana said pushing her tears away angrily.

"No, she didn't," he agreed. "She deserves a loving relationship, where she feels safe, loved, cared for, and above all trusts the person or persons who are with her, and you are giving that to her Santana. But for now, you have to tell us how we can help more," he said and she leaned into him and let his words settle over her.

"I said I wanted a challenge," she said softly.

"Yes you did and someone, somewhere, in the universe, they heard you, and the challenge was put to you. You're doing a very good job Santana. I hope you're giving yourself credit," he told her.