The Monday after Santana and Quinn got back from Puck's wedding, Santana let herself into Quinn's apartment, looking around in confusion. The blinds were drawn, and all the lights were off except for a dim red bulb coming from the kitchen. She checked her watch. "Babe? Are you home?"

"In the kitchen," she heard Quinn call. Santana dropped her keys on the table by the door, and hesitantly made her way into the kitchen. Santana stopped at the sight that greeted her.

Quinn was leaning provocatively against the counter wearing a gray skirt business suit, one Santana was sure Quinn had never worn to the office. The skirt was about three inches shorter than anything that Quinn owned, and a size smaller. The suit jacket matched the skirt, and like the skirt it was short enough that Santana could see a bit of her stomach peeking out of the bottom of it. Its one button was buttoned but did nothing to conceal the silky white button down shirt that she wore beneath it. The shirt was unbuttoned far enough down that it showed off the lacy, gray push-up bra that somehow had Quinn's breasts overflowing the cup. Quinn's hair was done up in a no nonsense Professor McGonagall bun, and she peered at Santana over a pair of thick rimmed, black glasses.

Her dark hazels flashed devilishly, and she smacked the ruler that she held onto her palm.

"Wha-,"

Quinn brought the ruler down on the desk that Santana just noticed was sitting flush in the middle of the room. It was one of those old fashioned wooden and metal desks, that had the writing surface attached above the knee, and had a place for you to put your stuff in a cubby hole beneath the seat.

"Sit down," Quinn commanded. Santana opened her mouth. "Shut up."

Obediently, Santana scrambled to sit down. Quinn put both hands on top of the desk, leaning over. The sight of her cleavage less than a foot away from her, almost had her drooling. Quinn suddenly pushed back from the desk, and danced her way over to the counter. "I remember you saying that you wanted to get a dance from a sexy school teacher," Quinn purred, giving her ass a shake. Even though she still had her back to her, Santana nodded.

"Well, what kind of wife would I be if I denied my baby what she wants?"

Oh my God, Christmas has comeearly, Santana thought.Quinn's more awesome than I thought!Quinn fiddled around with her iPhone docking station until an instrumental version ofABCfilled the room. When Quinn turned back around, her hazel eyes, were darkened with lust. They didn't stray from Santana's as she began to sing."You went to school to learn girl, things you never, ever, knew before."

Quinn's hands went to her hair, and she removed the pins that kept them up. Crinkly blonde locks cascaded down onto her shoulders. She shook her hair out."Like I before e, except after C."The glasses were slowly pulled away from her eyes. Quinn bit the frames, "and why 2 plus 2 makes 4."

Quinn tossed her the glasses and practically moaned outnow, now, now, and Santana was trying to figure out how she had gone her whole life without knowing how fucking sexy this song was before. Quinn ran her fingers up and down her body as she danced, causing Santana to wish that it was her own hands moving along her wife's form. At"sit yourself down, take a seat," Quinn sat down on the desk, leaning backwards against Santana and whispering seductively in her ear, "All you gotta do is repeat after me."

Santana's hands were moving to get a handful of her wife, but she jumped up before she could, and undid the one button on her jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Quinn's husky voice as she hit the chorus sent shocks of heat down Santana's belly to her core. She hadn't done more than glance at the strippers at Puck's party, but she'd seen enough to know they couldn't hold a candle to this.

The shirt took exactly 20 song lyrics to come down, exposing shoulder, and stomach, and breast along the way."Come on and love me just a little bit."The bra took even longer. Quinn's short, short skirt, apparently had a very long zipper."Tea-tea teacher's going to show you, how to get an A'."Santana felt like she had stopped breathing in the time that it took Quinn to get it all the way down.

At 'get up girl' Quinn pulled Santana to her feet, and started to dance against her."Show me what you can do. Shake it, shake it, baby." Quinn's leg wrapped around Santana's waist, and she grinded against her."I'm going teach you, how to sing it out, come-a, come-a, come-a let me show you what it's all about."

Santana was pushed away, and forced back into the chair as Quinn finished the song, ending on her back on the desk. Santana grabbed a handful of breast, and Quinn let Santana's mouth suck and play with her nipple for only a few seconds before she was up again, pulling Santana out of the seat, and pushing her back against the refrigerator. Quinn's mouth attacked Santana's neck, at the same time that her hands attacked Santana's clothes, practically ripping them off of her body. Her knee pressed in between Santana's legs, drawing out long, panting moans from the poor, teased woman.

Quinn brought Santana right to the point where she thought she was going to come, and then stopped. "Quinn…" Santana moaned.

"Do you like that?"

"God, yes…please don't stop."

"Unh unh. Coming's for good girls, and you have been verybad, Santana," Quinn drawled. Inside Santana was clapping because yes, yes she had. "Would you agree?"

Santana's eyes were glued to Quinn's breasts. "Oh, totally."

Quinn drew the ruler seductively down her front. "Very bad," she purred. "And what dobadgirls get?"

"Punished?" Santana questioned, hopeful.

Smack! The ruler came down on Quinn's hand. "Exactly. Your behavior this weekend has been appalling. You aremine, Santana. As soon as we got married,Quinn Fabray's bitchgot tattooed on your ass."

"Lopez," Santana corrected. If possible Quinn's glare deepened. Santana shrunk in the seat, but quickly explained, "Quinn FabrayLopez's,bitch." Quinn still glared at her. "Ma'am."

"I swear Santana, if you don't learn when to shutit, I'm going to duct tape your mouth closed and only take it off when it's time to eat."

Somehow that didn't sound quite so bad. The ruler came down hard against the desk. Santana jumped. "As I was saying, I don't like to share, and I'm not going to. You can look all you want, I don't even care if you flirt, but I do noteverwant to see some nasty ass bitch with her ass that close to what is mine again, do you understand?"

Apparently Santana was allowed to talk again. "Yes, ma'am."

Quinn slowly circled her. When Santana turned her head to follow, Quinn not so gently pushed it back. "Face forward!" Quinn snapped. "I don't think you do understand. You've always had trouble grasping things the first time around."

Quinn placed a notebook and paper in front of Santana. "I want you to write this sentence for me," Quinn instructed. She waited until Santana was holding the pencil and looking at her attentively. "I am a married woman. I belong to Quinn Fabray. I will not drool over skanks, or let them put their nasty, disgusting, hands on me. I will not repeat my behavior from this weekend."

Quinn watched as Santana wrote out Quinn's words, rolling her eyes when Santana added Lopez after Fabray. Quinn gave a smile in satisfaction when Santana started to say 'Done' when she finished, but didn't. Instead, she just sat her pencil down, and looked up at Quinn expectantly. "Now write that a hundred more times." Quinn directed.

Santana's mouth fell open. "Seriously?"

The ruler came down on the notebook. "Do I look like I'm joking?" Quinn demanded, her eyebrow raising.

"No, ma'am," Santana mumbled.

"Then get started."

Quinn's naked ass headed out of the kitchen. "Where are you going?" Santana questioned. This was not at all what she had in mind when she thought of her sexy school teacher.

"I'mnot being punished," Quinn said, flippantly. A few minutes later, Santana heard the TV switch on to one of her shows. One of her shows that she knew Quinn couldn't stand.That bitch!Santana thought.

"I don't hear you writing," Quinn called.

Grumbling, Santana picked up her pencil and got started. A cramped hand and sexually frustrated hour later, Santana called out, "I'm done!"

Quinn waited until a commercial before she switched the TV off and went back into the kitchen. She picked up the pieces of paper that were on the desk, her eyes lazily dragging along Santana's neatly slanting cursive. Santana really had nice penmanship, very elegant, and Quinn paused for a second to admire it, before checking the rest of the document. Santana had made sure to add Lopez to every single Quinn Fabray, and on a few of them (mostly the low digit numbers) Santana had made the O's into hearts.

Quinn looked over the paper, at Santana sitting there, waiting, and she thought about the notes the two of them used to pass back and forth to each other during classes, the limericks that Santana used to make up about their classmates and teachers, plans for later on in the day or for the weekend that had almost always included each other, yet they always asked if the other was coming as if the answer might possibly be 'no'. (Well, until the answer became no a lot more often than it was yes.)

Quinn tapped Santana's arm lightly with the ruler. "Stand up."

Santana scrambled from the chair happily. Her ass had started hurting half an hour ago, and she was glad to not have to sit on it anymore. "Put your hands on the back of the chair, arch your back and stick your ass out."

Santana grinned at Quinn, because this was more like it. She quickly obeyed, standing as instructed. She gave a soft little moan when she felt Quinn run her fingers down Santana's ass. Quinn flicked up her skirt, and pulled down her underwear, exposing her ass to the semi-cold air of the room. She took a moment to admire the view. Santana still kept to a consistent exercise regimen, and her ass was just as firm and enticing as it'd been scarcely hidden beneath those skirts in high school.

Quinn didn't want to give Santana any time to guess what she was about to do, so she quickly brought the ruler down on Santana's ass, enjoying the sound it made when wood hit flesh.

"Oh, fuck Quinn! What wa-"

This earned her another swat on the ass. "It'sMrs. Lopezto you," Quinn said sternly. "You've been a very, very naughty girl, Santana, and you have to be punished." Another smack on her ass. "Since you acted like an ass this weekend, you owe me yours. 10 licks. If you wiggle or squirm we'll start over until you can give me 10 perfect licks. Do you understand?" Quinn smacked her again when she didn't answer quickly enough.

"Yes!Mrs. Lopez." Even embarrassed and in pain, Santana managed to say the name with a sense of flair. Quinn smacked her ass firmly with the ruler. "Who's ass is this?"

"Ow…yours."

Another smack. "Who's?"

"Fuck, yours!"

"That's right," Quinn said, giving her two softer taps with the ruler, followed by one that was so sharp it surprised Santana. She jumped slightly, but kept her hands around the back of the chair.

The next two slaps were delivered by Quinn's hand. Santana and Quinn both seemed to enjoy that one. Santana mumbled something. Quinn leaned forward to hear better. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. Who do you belong to?"

"You!" Santana grunted as another swat fell. The last three were delivered by the ruler, quickly, because Quinn had already gotten bored with it, though she liked the way Santana's ass jiggled after she slapped it.

Santana felt her ass was on fire, and she was sure that it was going to be uncomfortable sitting down for the rest of the day. She was already plotting revenge on her wife when she felt a sudden coolness on her back side, and realized that Quinn was rubbing lotion or some crème onto it. "Feel good?" Quinn questioned.

Santana nodded. Quinn continued to knead Santana's ass even after all of the crème was gone. She placed a firm hand on Santana's back, and kicked her legs open. Santana had only the slightest idea of what was about to happen, before she felt Quinn's fingers enter her sex from behind. Santana's hands gripped the back of the chair tighter than she had when Quinn had been spanking her with the ruler. No question, Santana was actually drooling. "No one but me gets this," Quinn boasted, slamming her hips into Santana's backside. The feel of Quinn pounding into her, of Quinn's hips crashing into her, of her pushing against her recently tanned ass, was too good of a feeling to last. Her legs trembled, as she struggled to keep herself standing, to try to control her impending orgasm and draw it out just a little…bit…

She stuttered out a garbled Quinn as she came, Quinn following behind her a few seconds later, falling against her partner. Once Santana felt strong enough to, she carried Quinn to her bedroom, and sat her gently on the bed. Santana took her time, slowly building Quinn up to a second orgasm, enjoying taking her time. When Quinn was as sated as Santana felt, she collapsed down beside her, pulling Quinn to her. "That was so fucking hot, baby," Santana said appreciatively.

"Was that alright?" Quinn questioned, slapping Santana's ass to remind her of what she meant.

Santana winced at the contact before blushing. "I kind of liked it," she admitted. "Only…let's just do that every now and then. Not the school teacher, you can do school teacherwheneveryou want."

"Noted."

Santana gave her another kiss. "You're amazing."

Quinn gave herself a congratulatory nod. "Just reminding you of who you belong to. You know, in case there was some doubt."

Santana placed a kiss to the spot right beneath her ear. "There never, ever was. I just like making you jealous." Just before Santana drifted off to take a quick nap, she made a mental note to call Mercedes and thank her for her advice.