Sorry, got into a terrible car wreck, and I have been mostly sleeping as I recover.
They walked through the front door and Quinn immediately dropped her backpack. Santana turned and saw Quinn standing there with a forced bored look on her face. She bit back her grin at the transparency of her girl. "Uh uh, go take that back to our room, and repack it with whatever you need to meet the tutor."
"I was just gonna carry my book and notebook." Quinn told her, making no move to obey. "Besides, I bet Britt won't have a problem with it."
Santana decided to ignore that for a moment and turned to an anxious Rachel, who was sitting on the arm of the couch. "Hey, Rach!"
"H..Hey." She said nervously.
Quinn walked over and pulled the girl into a hug. "You hanging in there?"
"Maybe." Rachel said unconvincingly.
Santana thought for a moment about where to have this conversation. She knew that Quinn was already going to feel out of sorts, so their bedroom didn't feel right, but for the same reason Britt and Rachel's bedroom didn't feel right. The living room didn't offer any privacy though. "You've seen how I have Quinn stand in the corner, right Rachel?"
"Yeah…"
"It's yes ma'am." Santana corrected.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Okay, then come stand in this corner over here with your hands locked behind your head, please." Santana told her. Rachel stood and did what she was asked. When San was satisfied, she turned to Quinn, but didn't speak. Quinn's eyes locked with hers.
Less than a minute in, Quinn sighed, "You're right." She walked over and picked up her backpack before heading back to their room.
"Stay in the corner, Rach, and don't move, when I get Quinn out the door, I will come back to you." Santana instructed. Rachel didn't respond but didn't move so Santana made her way back to her room. She sat her backpack down by the desk. She saw most of Quinn's books stacked neatly on the desk next to her laptop. Quinn was sitting on their bed with her much lighter backpack.
Santana went and sat next to her. She didn't pull her in for a hug or speak. Quinn rotated the ring on her finger, and Santana bit her lip at the nervous tell. She wanted so badly to just go off, but Quinn needed to make the first move.
"So…that was uh not good." Quinn said.
Santana laughed, "Yeah, so now what, crazy?"
"I'm not sure…" Quinn rested her head on San's shoulders. Santana rested her head on top of Quinn's. "I'm feeling a little wrong footed here."
"How can I help?" Santana asked.
"I'm really not sure." Quinn told her.
Santana thought for a moment, truthfully, Quinn needed to leave soon. "Here is what I want you to do: Go meet this guy to see if he can help you, then I want you to find a coffee shop, sit down and write out whatever you're feeling or need."
"What if I can't think of anything still?" Quinn asked, lifting her head.
"That's okay. Just try. Home in three hours."
"Yes ma'am." Quinn whispered.
"And make sure you eat a snack." Santana told her.
"Will do, I'll bring something back for Rae too." Quinn said.
"Good girl." Santana praised. "Now go, so you won't be late."
Quinn sighed but got up, grabbed her backpack and left. Santana waited a moment to collect her own thoughts and then when out to the living room. She watched Rachel shift in the corner before she went and sat down on the couch. "Rach, come here." Rachel walked over to her. "When I tell you to do something, like to come here, or to stand in the corner, you need to say yes ma'am and then obey, so I want you to go back to the corner and we will try again." Rachel started to walk back to the corner, and Santana looked up to the heavens for help. She stood up, "Rachel, come back here."
Rachel turned around confused. She hadn't made it back to the corner yet. "Why?"
Santana just waited for her. Rachel walked over, unsure clearly of what was wrong. When she was within reach, Santana turned her to the side and gave her two medium swats. "Rachel, when I give you an order, you say 'yes ma'am' and then obey." Rachel just looked at her confused. She tried to reach back and rub her bottom. "No. No comfort, unless I allow it."
"What?!" Rachel asked totally taken aback by that. Britt didn't have any rules like that.
Santana gave her two more swats. "Yes Ma'am."
"Yes ma'am." Rachel said, tears already coming to her eyes.
"Good, Rachel, thank you. Now, you are going to go to the corner, and we are going to try again…" Santana told her. When Rachel turned to walk away again. Santana was totally thrown. She knew Rachel was smart, what was she not understanding. "Rachel Barbra Berry, stop." Rachel had only made it a step away. She turned around, her first tears falling from frustrated confusion. "When I give you a command what do you do?"
"Say 'Yes Ma'am' and then do it." Rachel said confused. She hadn't been given a chance to do that, Santana kept stopping her, to smack her.
"When I say, 'Go stand in the corner and try again, that is…" Santana pressed.
She watched understanding cross Rachel's face, "A command."
"Okay, sweet, we are on the same page now, Rachel, go stand in the corner and lets try again." Santana said.
"Yes ma'am." Rachel said uncertainly. She waited for S to nod that was correct before she went to the corner. Santana sat back down on the couch, after a moment she called Rachel back over. "Yes ma'am." Rachel said, again uncertainly before coming over.
"Good." Santana praised. She patted the couch next to her, and Rachel sat down. "Have you thought about what you need to be punished for?"
"Because I was flirting with someone else?" Rachel asked.
Santana shrugged, "Only you know what you need wiped clean before we can move forward."
"It wasn't like I cheated; I mean not really." Rachel said.
Santana thought about that. "Cheating isn't only physical you know, it's emotional too." Rachel thought about that. When she didn't say anything for a long while, Santana spoke. "If you don't feel like anything needs to be cleared, that's okay too."
"Then you won't spank me?" Rachel asked.
"No, I want you to at least have some idea of what it's going to be like." San told her.
"Okay, well then can we just get it over with?"
"Yes." Santana agreed. "When I tell you to do something…" She knew it was overkill, but she felt like it was fair for Rachel to understand expectations clearly.
"I say, 'Yes ma'am' and do it." Rachel said, trying hard to resist rolling her eyes.
"Good, go to the kitchen and grab a wooden spoon." San told her.
Rachel paled. "Britt only uses…"
Santana held her hand up to halt the girl. "I'm going to give you one more chance Rachel. Go to the kitchen and grab a wooden spoon." Rachel stood frozen. She didn't want to be spanked with anything, and certainly not a spoon. "One." Santana's voice shook Rachel from her thoughts. "Two."
"Yes ma'am." Rachel ground out, fear adding an edge to her tone.
"Try again." Santana told her.
Rachel sighed, good God, how did Quinn do this? "Yes ma'am."
"Better." Santana told her, but her hard look remained on her face. Rachel went to go get a spoon, she looked around the drawer and pulled out what looked to be the smallest one. When she walked back Santana held her hand out for the spoon. "Okay, Rachel, put your hands back up on top of your head like they were in the corner."
"Why?"
Santana tried hard not to lose her patience, "Because I'm going to pull your jeans down."
Rachel's hands moved down to hold on to the waist of her jeans, "I don't want you to."
"I didn't ask if you wanted me to. I told you to put your hands back up." Santana told her.
"No." Rachel said firmly. "You have to spank me over my jeans first."
Santana had initially worried about Rachel being upset for modesty reasons, but when she heard the word first, she knew the problem was the same one she had with Quinn sometimes, "Rachel, do you know what you are doing is called?"
"I'm not doing anything." Rachel said petulantly.
"You are. You are topping from the bottom right now, and it is one of the main things that I do not tolerate. It blurs boundaries." Santana told her firmly. "If I have to tell you to put your hands on your head again, I will spank you until you are ready to listen, and then you can put your hands on top of your head."
Rachel bit her lip, neither option felt fair. She slowly raised her hands up to lock behind her head.
"And what do you say?" Santana asked.
"Yes ma'am."
The tone wasn't great, but Santana took the win. She reached out and unbuttoned Rachel's jeans before pulling them down. She pulled the girl over her knees before she could fight her.
She reached down and brushed Rachel's hair from her eyes, "Alright, Rach, lift your hips so I can pull your panties down."
"Britt only stated on the bare with the disco fiasco." Rachel whined.
"I am not Brittany, and I start on the bare every time, unless it is a very sharp and quick reminder." Santana told her. When Rachel didn't obey, Santana took a deep breath. She reached over and picked up the wooden spoon and gave each of Rachel's bare thighs a swat.
"Ow!" Rachel cried.
"Lift up, Rachel." Santana growled. Rachel still didn't move so San gave her two more swats with the spoon.
"Santana! That hurts!" Rachel snapped.
"That is the point, Rach. Lift up." After a moment of pause, Santana gave her two more swats, "Only you can end this."
"Fine!" Rachel snapped, and lifted up.
Santana's first instinct was to respond to the tone harshly, but Rachel wasn't Quinn. She pulled Rachel's panties down. "Thank you, Rach." San took a breath and started spanking with her hand. Rachel immediately started bucking. This took Santana so off guard she almost dropped the girl. "Rachel, what the hell?"
"It hurts!" She whined.
"Yeah, it's supposed to, and it doesn't really hurt yet, don't be a joker." Santana told her.
"It does." Rachel whined.
"Rachel, you need to stay still."
"How the hell can anyone stay still?!" Rachel snapped, turning around angered.
"You don't need to be completely still, but you need to cool your jets, there is no reason that you should almost be falling off of my lap." Santana lectured.
"Just put your legs over mine." Rachel said to her like she was stupid.
Santana raised an eyebrow at the tone. "No, Rachel. Submit."
"That's easier said than done when you are hurting me!"
"The hurt hasn't even begun yet." Santana told her darkly. God, she missed her girl. "You will try hard to stay still Rachel, or I will pick up the spoon and the rest of this spanking will take place on your thighs, am I understood?"
"Fine!" Rachel snapped.
Santana shook her head, "Not fine Rachel, yes ma'am."
"YES FREAKING MA'AM!"
Santana shook her head and started spanking again. Rachel started squirming right away, but it wasn't as bad as it had been so Santana didn't say anything about it. She spanked until Rachel's fake yelling turned into genuine sobs before she picked up the spoon. "Alright Rach, just a little more with the spoon, you are doing really good. I need you to keep it up just a little while longer, can you do that?"
"No," Rachel said sadly.
"I need you to try, honey." After three swats with the spoon, Rachel reached back, and Santana narrowly missed hitting her hand. "Rachel!" Santana snapped, setting the spoon down. "That was very dangerous, I could have really hurt you!"
"You are really hurting me!" Rachel sobbed.
Santana rolled her eyes, "I could have broken your hand! Don't you ever reach back again."
"Just hold my hand like Britt does!" Rachel ordered.
Santana gave her two swats on each of her thighs. "First, I give the orders. Second, no. Again, you need to practice some self-control and submit." Rachel just cried. "Alright, you've had three swats with the spoon so far…"
"You hit me seven times!" Rachel objected.
"Extra swats don't count. Now, you've had three swats, and I am going to give you seven more, if you reach back again, I will start over."
"That's not fair!" Rachel snapped.
"I agree, it's light, but we are easing into this." Santana told her, bringing the spoon down quickly the last seven times. Rachel sobbed over her knee. "Shhh…you did so good." Rachel started to reach back to rub, but Santana pushed her hands away, "No rubbing."
"San!" Rachel sobbed.
"If you have enough energy to fight with me, maybe you should go do some wall sits."
"No!" Rachel cried.
Santana pulled Rachel's panties up, and her jeans all the way off before positioning herself on her side, and Rachel on her stomach on the couch. Santana rubbed Rachel's back and told her how well behaved she was until she fell asleep.
She disentangled herself from Rach, laid a blanket on her, and went into the kitchen to cook dinner. Britt came home about twenty minutes later and tiptoed to the kitchen. "How'd it go?"
"It wasn't easy." Santana said honestly.
"I'm sorry, San." Britt said, worried that her friend would already want to quit.
"It's going to be okay, Britt, I just have to remind myself that she didn't have the foundation that Quinn and I had." Santana said. Pulling dinner from the oven, she leveled Britt was a frown, "If I get Quinn back and she is reaching back or bucking like Rachel did today though, you're gonna see Lima Heights Adjacent."
"Quinn doesn't reach back?" Britt said disbelieving.
"No, never, and once I told Rachel what would happen if she did it again, she didn't either. That's not safe, Britt." Santana lectured.
"Where is Quinn?" Britt asked, changing the subject.
Santana looked at her watch, "On her way home from a coffee shop, she should be here in like ten."
"I'm gonna wake up Rae." Britt said. She walked over and gently cooed to Rachel until she woke up. Santana set plates and a salad out on the bar next to the lasagna she had just made.
Rachel pulled her jeans up and walk over to the bar, "That smells so good."
"It's one of your favorites, right?" San asked.
"Yeah." Rachel said.
"Yes." San corrected out of habit.
"Yes," Rachel repeated. They chatted for a while before Rachel asked about Quinn.
Santana checked her watch again. "She's late, lets eat."
"Are you sure?" Britt asked.
"She knew what time she was expected back." Santana said sitting down. Rachel pulled her plate around to the side to eat. "No, ma'am, you need to sit down please."
"But I'm sore!" Rachel whined.
"Do you want a swat?" Santana asked her.
"There is nothing in the world that I want less." Rachel told her.
"Then stop whining and come sit down." Rachel obeyed and they started dinner.
Twenty minutes later, Quinn came in. "I'm so sorry, I lost track of time!"
"Your move." Santana told Britt, not looking up from her plate. She knew that Quinn's eyes were on her.
"She lost track of time, S." Britt whispered. Quinn was standing by the door unsure what to do.
Santana looked down at her watch, "Her phone's not working? She couldn't have called and let someone know she was going to be half an hour late?"
That was a good point, Brittany thought. She turned to Quinn to ask her, but the uncomfortable situation had already gotten to Quinn. "While you guys figure this bullshit out, I'm going to be in my room!" With that she stormed off, but not before dropping her backpack by the door.
Santana thought that her blood pressure was going to explode when she heard the door slam. She pointed her fork in the general direction of their room, "You need to deal with that. I'm not going to tell you what you need to do, but I will tell you I expect her to not miss meals."
"I thought that was under control." Britt said.
"It is, keep it that way." Santana said firmly. She was willing to let some things slide, but any explosion at meal time should be promptly delt with in her opinion.
Britt glared at her friend, but stood up and went down the hall to Quinn's room. She knocked on the door and waited.
"Go away Britt." Quinn called.
Brittany sighed. "Quinn, honey, open the door."
"No." Quinn snapped. She leaned back on her bed for a moment. Britt knocked again, and Quinn tried to remind herself that she was supposed to be helping her friends. "It's unlocked, Britt, you can come in."
Brittany came in, closed the door, and sat down on the bed next to Quinn. "You okay?"
"There is a lot going on." Quinn told her.
"So you decided to add to the crazy?" Britt asked her.
Quinn blushed slightly at that. "I'm sorry."
"You were late because you lost track of time?" Britt asked.
"Yes ma'am."
Britt was a little thrown by how easily Quinn used the honorific. "San had a good point, why didn't you call?"
"I was probably pushing the envelope, just a little." Quinn said honestly.
"And the cussing?" Britt asked. Quinn blushed again. "And the door slamming?" Britt pressed.
"Okay, I might have been pushing the envelope a lot." Quinn told her.
"Okay, so you pushed, what did you expect to happen?" Britt asked, turning so she could see Quinn's face better.
"I pushed because I wasn't sure what was going to happen." Quinn said honestly.
"Hmm…well I think I could have let it go if you were just late, but then you went a little too far when you came home."
A little too far? Quinn thought, she had half expected Santana to chase her down. "So?" Britt stood up and pulled out their desk chair. She sat down and started to pull on Quinn's arm, who started to pull back. "What the fuck, Britt?"
Brittany was again thrown, "What?"
"Why are you pulling me?" Quinn asked, slightly offended at being manhandled.
"So I can spank you." Brittany said confused.
"Then ask me to lay over your lap." Quinn told her, standing up.
"And you just will?" Brittany asked, skeptically.
"Most of the time, yes." She stood next to Britt, "Do you want me to pull my panties down?"
"Now?" Britt asked.
"San hates it when I top from the bottom, but you need some help, so is it okay, if I just do what I would normally do?" Quinn asked.
"Sure." Britt said, actually feeling a little more at ease with Quinn setting the course. She pulled her panties down beneath her skirt, reached beside Britt, and handed her the wooden ruler, before lifting the back of her dress and leaning over Britt's lap. "San spanks you bare from the start?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Okay," Britt said. She looked down at her friend's pale bottom, "Does she spank you with the ruler right away?"
"Sometimes, but not usually." Quinn told her. Britt started spanking Quinn with her hand and was surprised by how still Quinn was. Quinn spent the first minute arguing with herself about whether she should tell Britt she was being too light or not. "Hey, Brittany?"
"Yeah?" Britt asked, pausing.
"Uh…it's supposed to hurt." Quinn told her.
Britt started laughing at that. "You are much tougher than Rachel."
"Honestly Britt, if she is crying at this, she is 100 percent playing you." Quinn told her. "It also wouldn't hurt if you let me know why you were upset or what you wanted to change."
"Any more tips?" Britt asked.
"No ma'am." Quinn said, readjusting to face forward. Britt started spanking again, and while it was harder, it wasn't terrible. Quinn wondered if she should pretend to cry for Britt's sake as her friend lectured her.
After a couple minutes of lecturing, Quinn was still not showing any signs that the spanking hurt, so Britt picked up the ruler, "Alright Quinn, I'm going to give you five swats for slamming the door, five swats for each cuss word, and ten swats for being late, so twenty five in total."
"Yes Ma'am."
Britt laid the swats down pretty forcefully and was satisfied when Quinn yelped and started crying. By the end, Quinn was crying softly over her lap. Britt rubbed her friends back, "Do you want to rest?"
"Yes please, is there anyway we can have our family meeting tomorrow?" Quinn asked. She was pretty spent, and she hadn't even faced Santana yet.
"I think that's fine." Britt rubbed Quinn's back for a moment. "Do you want to stand up?" When she agreed, Britt helped her stand. She pulled Quinn in for a hug, and kissed her forehead, "I love you."
"Love you too, B."
"Alright, I'm gonna go tell the other two of our delayed plans, you rest a moment." Britt told her.
A couple minutes later, Quinn opened her eyes to see San coming through the door with a plate of dinner, and her backpack. She blushed as she remembered dropping it. "Hungry?"
"A little." Quinn told her.
"Take your dress off," Santana ordered, setting the plate down at their desk. Quinn obliged and Santana threw her an oversized T-shirt. "I want you to sit bare bottomed on this chair and eat."
"Yes ma'am." Quinn agreed. She stood up and went to obey. While she wasn't very hungry, she did manage to clear the plate. Santana sat, resting against their headboard and chatted with Quinn about the math tutor. San was glad that Quinn liked him. When she was done, Quinn turned to look at her girl, "May I get up?"
"In a second, I didn't think that I had a point of stepping in here, but I was wrong: Your health and safety will always be a point that I step in, Quinn." Santana told her. "No more tantrums at mealtimes, and you let someone know if you are going to be late, especially when it's dark, you got me?"
"Yes ma'am. Neither will happen again." Quinn assured her.
"Okay, we can take care of the plate in the morning, did you write anything down?" Santana asked her.
"Yes, but can we talk about it tomorrow? I'm pretty tired." Quinn told her.
"Yeah, Baby, come here." Santana said, opening her arms.
"Yes ma'am, gladly!" Quinn went and crawled into Santana's arms. Santana rubbed her back, and pulled up on her girls shirt to check out the damage on her girls behind. "It didn't hurt too bad." Quinn told her.
"Do you want lotion?" Santana asked her. Quinn gasped, scandalized at the idea. Santana laughed, "What? I get to be the good guy at least for a couple months, I'm gonna take advantage of that. Besides, if it didn't hurt too bad, then the lotion is just a show anyway."
"Will you be very offended if I fall asleep on you, while you are giving me a message?" Quinn asked smirking.
"I never said I was giving you a message, I asked if you wanted lotion on your butt."
"If you have the lotion out, you might as well." Quinn said, throwing off the shirt, and taking her bra off so that she was lying naked on her stomach.
Santana laughed. "You're lucky your cute, Fabray."
"Quit slacking Lopez." Quinn shot back, as she closed her eyes.