Alrighty, so, I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to post this chapter. A few of you have let me know that I need to get to it, and I agree. So here it is:
But FIRST: thank you for reading/reviewing/favoriting and such. Also, be good girls and boys and stop by my homegirl, Brittana Fan's profile. Read and review. She's been a big giant help these last two chapters. So I have commanded, so it shall be- what are you waiting for?
My dear Brittana Fan, I have added the parts we discussed, and I'm posting without giving you a preview... I want you to have at least ONE reason to come read lol.
WARNING: though this story deals with adult content throughout, what you are about to read contains a scene of intense, heavy corporal punishment spliced with fluffy exploratory smut. If this sort of thing offends you or may trigger you, please do not continue. Otherwise, my little dolls...enjoy! Tell me what you think.
Quinn woke up to the sound of paper tearing. She glanced at the clock groggily. It was 7:30pm. She looked over and her heart dropped. Santana was going through the mail...she didn't look irritated, but there was one envelope left.
"Hey, baby." Santana said, having noticed Quinn looking over. "Britt and Rachel are downstairs, we better go downstairs before Rachel decides to make everything meatless." She slid her index finger under the flap of the envelope and pulled, tearing a slit in the top and extracting the paper inside. Quinn didn't dare move as Santana pulled it out and frowned. Her heart was beating out of her chest...she hadn't had time to prepare her defense.
"Papi forgot to pay the water bill last month." Santana muttered. Quinn let out a relieved sigh.
"Six hundred dollars! This shit is ridiculous." the Latina huffed, gripping the bill so hard it was half crumpled. She reached over and grabbed her cellphone off the nightstand, dialing quickly.
"Yeah...Lopez." she answered after a minute, absentmindedly reaching over to stroke Quinn's hair. "Yeah, same account as last time...the whole thing." she rolled her eyes at Quinn dramatically. "Uh huh, thanks." she answered the gibberish voice on the other end before hanging up.
"Fuck, I hate seeing that kind of money go." she said, half wistfully. "Yeah, but your dad leaves you a ton of money every time he goes..." Quinn reasoned.
"Yeah, but you know I like to save as much as possible...it's our way out of Lima." she explained, pulling Quinn to her. "I have forty thousand saved now! Well, I have thirty nine thousand, four hundred...Papi's not gonna pay me back for that." Quinn smiled when Santana said "our way out." Plus, he had bought Santana a car on her 16th birthday and it was fully paid for and in her name. With the amount of time they had left in school and the amount of time he was away, if Santana kept saving, they'd have enough money to buy a nice house. That Lima heights bullshit the Latina spouted was for show, as if she needed to appear any tougher.
Santana scooted off the bed and tugged Quinn along, letting the blonde wrap her arms around her waist tightly, and bite her earlobe. Quinn bit down fairly hard, enjoying the hiss it elicited from Santana. The dreaded credit card bill wasn't to be worried about today. They pulled jeans and t-shirts on. Quinn put on some light wash bluejeans and a grey baby tee, and Santana pulled on some dark skinny jeans and a soft skintight black V-neck tee.
As they made their way into the kitchen, they encountered Brittany and Rachel on the couch making out. Santana raised an eyebrow, but deferred to Quinn. The blonde waved them off and pulled Santana into the kitchen with her, pressing her back up against the kitchen counter and leaning in for a kiss. "You wanna just order in?"
"Yeah," the Latina replied between kisses, "I'm not cooking." then she pulled away. "I want Joe Cee's." she said.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "They don't deliver, San...I'd have to go pick it up."
"Pleassssssse?" the Latina begged teasingly.
"Alright, alright." Quinn gave in. She grabbed her keys from the hook on the kitchen wall. She already knew Santana's order. On the way out, she grabbed Rachel's wrist, ignoring the protest as she pulled the little diva away from Brittany's kisses.
As they buckled up, backed out of the driveway, and headed down the street a ways, Rachel spoke. "Um, Quinn, there was a piece of mail that had your mother's name on it that came today..." Quinn's knuckles turned white as her grip on the wheel tightened. Her heart dropped, but she tried to swallow the sick feeling welling up from the pit of her stomach.
"What did you do with it, Rachel?" she asked evenly, pressing on the gas slightly. Rachel shrank in her seat, fearing that she was in trouble.
"Well...I put it aside for you..."
"Okay! Where is it?" Quinn asked excitedly.
"I was sitting on it when you pulled me off the couch..." Rachel whispered.
"Oh my god...I'm fucked... I'm so effing fucked..."
Rachel turned in her seat to face Quinn. "Well, maybe she won't find it. Brittany is pretty good about distracting her...I'll text her. What is it, anyway?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "It doesn't matter, Rachel. If Santana opens it, it's gonna be my funeral... Just text Brittany, please."
Rachel nodded and flipped her phone open. She bit her lip in concentration as she typed out a message as fast as her little fingers could manage.
Brittany, it is of utmost importance that you collect the envelope I dropped on the couch when I left. Please let me know when this has been accomplished.
Y u think text = book? Also, wut?
Rachel sighed and texted back.
White envelope on couch next to u. Take it. Hide it. K?
Send. *cringe and sigh at horrible textual etiquette*
O, hold on...no- San has it
Rachel grimaced and looked over at the blonde as she parked in front of Joe Cee's House of Tacos. Quinn read the diva's doe eyes and her shoulders slumped. She jumped suddenly, smacking the top of her head on the ceiling of the interior of her car when her phone began to ring. The screen flashed and a picture of Santana popped up.
She hesitated, but picked the phone up and answered tentatively. "Hey Babe."
"Hey." came a rather gruff reply. Santana's brow was furrowed in a mixture of confusion and suspicion, and Quinn could literally hear it in her voice. "I found this credit card bill...it has your Mom's name on it...why's it here?"
"Oh...I'm not sure. Maybe-"
"Quinn..." Santana interrupted levely, "Why the fuck is this fifteen thousand dollar credit card bill, with your Mother's name on it, sitting in my fucking house?" She was growing more suspicious by the moment, and her anxiety was barely controlled.
"I'm driving, Santana. Can't I call you back?" Quinn asked, hoping to spare herself a minute or two.
"Answer. The Mother. fucking. Question, Quinn." Santana demanded so low Quinn could barely hear her. Quinn closed her eyes and let out a long breath. Then she hung up.
Rachel watched in awe as she put her phone in the console and got out. It was ringing again. Quinn went in to get the food and Rachel's phone began to ring.
Rachel picked it up on the second play of "Memories", her ringtone.
"Hey, Santana." Rachel answered lightly.
"Rachel, get in the driver's seat and bring Quinn straight back here."
"She's in getting the food..."
"Uh huh...when she comes OUT, bring her HOME." Santana drawled, annoyed at having to explain.
"Um, okay." Rachel answered timidly, climbing over the center console after Santana hung up without so much as a goodbye.
Quinn came back with a large brown bag, glaring as she approached and saw Rachel sitting in the driver's seat. She passed the door and opened the back door, shoving the bag of food in before slamming it shut again. She considered forcing Rachel out of the front seat, but knew there was no point in starting an argument where none was needed. She sighed angrily and threw herself into the passenger side seat, jerking the seatbelt across her chest, and ramming it into the receptor.
"Perhaps it's not my place to say, but-"
Quinn cut her off flippantly, "I can guarantee you, it's not."
"Okay, well, then I'm going to say it regardless..." Quinn folded her arms and stared at Rachel pointedly. Rachel swallowed and continued, "You should probably calm down before we get back, you know, since it seems like whatever's going on is, um, "
"Is what?" Quinn asked confrontationally, really just wishing the little diva would shut the hell up.
"Your fault." Rachel answered with a snap Quinn wasn't expecting. She opened her mouth to say it wasn't, but that would have been a lie. She leaned back in her seat and stared straight ahead as Rachel began to drive back towards Santana's house.
The drive back was far too fast for Quinn, though she was glad for a moment...Rachel had been bugging her the whole way, trying to find out what had happened, and Quinn had successfully dodged her nosiness.
As they pulled up into the driveway, the front door opened and Santana stepped out on the porch, arms crossed, eyes smoldering. She was visibly angry...and for someone who normally looked pissy- it was sort of a scary experience.
Santana's stomach clenched up. She knew...she just KNEW...she was going to end up paying that bill, and she would. She'd do anything for the blonde. Hell, at this point, she'd do anything for any of them, but this was big. This was a huge amount of money from her personal stash, and obviously, Quinn had lied by omission. Santana was furious. She'd gotten into somewhat of a subspace throughout the day, and now she was forced to snap out of it abruptly. There would be hell to pay.
She waited, rocking on her heels impatiently as Rachel and Quinn trudged up the driveway. It was all Santana could do not to reach out and slap the shit out of her girlfriend. She was mad, not abusive, so she merely let her eyes burn into the blonde deliberately as she held the door open for them to enter the house. Quinn avoided eye contact as they were corralled into the living room.
Quinn set the bag on the table and turned to face Santana as Rachel plopped down on the couch next to Brittany. Santana produced the bill. "Sit." she ordered, flipping the bill into Quinn's lap. "Now. What the fuck is that?" she asked harshly, motioning to the crumpled paper.
Quinn tried to hold on to the only defense she had left. "None of your business, Santana." she quipped, trying to appear unfazed. Santana laughed darkly and smoothed her hands over the sides of her jeans. There was a strange itch in her right palm, begging her to make contact with the blonde. Instead, she walked around the coffee table so she could face the three girls at the same time.
"What the hell are we doing?" she asked out loud, not really expecting an answer. Just as well, she didn't get one. "What is the number one rule in this relationship?"
Again, silence ruled the room. Santana shook her head. "Well, I guess we need to go over everything." she stood for a moment, staring at the two girls to her left, then looking over at Quinn on her right.
"The most important rule here is : NO LYING...that covers deliberate lies, lies by omission, all that shit." she paused, crossing her arms, "And this, I'm imagining...is a lie by omission." she added, casting a famed glare at the blonde culprit to her right.
"Rule number two: OWN YOUR OFFENSES. When you do something wrong and you confess or get caught...you take the consequences...the idea being that you should want to BEHAVE, to use Quinn's favorite word, in order to AVOID consequences." she looked at the girls, waiting for nonverbal signals that they understood. Quinn never moved, but Rachel and Brittany nodded fervently, so Santana continued.
"Rule number three: If it seems like the wrong thing to do...it IS, and there WILL be consequences...and I'm the pied piper around here. Fuck up, and you will pay me." she was getting a bit carried away, so she took a deep breath. "Now, can anyone tell me what the consequences include?"
"Spankings that AREN'T fun." Brittany said seriously.
"I agree." Rachel added quietly, "They aren't fun at all."
"Mhmm. Carried out by ME." she added, daring anyone to contest that with her eyes, "And what else?"
"I don't know." Brittany confessed. Rachel shrugged, "Time-out?"
"Writing Lines, grounding, chores...all that good stuff." Santana added firmly. "You two haven't really seen that stuff, and hopefully, you won't, but they are viable, and I WILL use them." she paused, looking over at Quinn. "But, tonight, we're going to start doing something a little different..."
Quinn looked at Santana quizzically.
"When the issue is something big, not like, being a bitch to one another at the mall..." she clarified, remembering the time she had spanked Quinn in a dressing room at forever 21 on one of her "discipline will be immediate" kicks. "But like, huge...like this..whatever it is." she motioned towards Quinn's lap again.
"We will be deciding as a group what the punishment will be."
There was a collective mini-gasp throughout the living room. Santana smiled inwardly. She sat in the solo plush chair between the two couches. She crossed her legs and arms and stared at Quinn.
"Why do we do this?" she asked out loud, but it was aimed at Quinn.
Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat, "Because you're all I have." she whispered.
"Because I'm all you have."
"Excuse me." Rachel interrupted. "But WE have parents that are always around." she pointed at herself and Brittany.
"True." Santana answered, "But within the confines of this relationship, seeing as how we spend so much time together, the same rules apply." Santana turned to Quinn again. "Quinn, what's going on? Explain...to all of us."
Quinn sighed loudly and fumbled with the crumpled up paper in her lap. "I forged my mom's signature on a credit card application and she got approved." she waited for the disapproving looks that never came and continued. "I just wanted to be able to keep up with you, San. You pay for everything."
Santana shook her head. "I have the means to pay, Quinn. You don't." she closed her eyes, "How long has this been unpaid?"
"It's been three months since I maxed it out. I've only been able to pay half the minimum payment."
Santana gritted her teeth, her anger rising in her throat. "Give it." she snapped, snatching the paper from the blonde. "Fifteen thousand, two hundred, sixty two dollars, and forty eight cents." she read aloud in renewed disbelief. "What the hell do you have to show for this crazy ass amount?" she asked, lifting her dark eyes to the blonde's.
"I don't even know, Santana." Quinn said angrily. Santana ignored her tone and reached over to pick up her cellphone. She held the bill in front of her as she dialed a number. "Hi. This is Judy Fabray." she said, falsely warm when an operator picked up. "Yes, I'd like to know if I could pay a bill off over the Internet?..okay... What's the website, Sherry?" she smiled, though it looked pained as she wrote the web address down.
"Okay, yes, you too...mmmbye bye."
She set the phone down on the table. "Quinn, go get my laptop and my wallet. Now." she ordered quietly. As Quinn shuffled away, Santana looked at the other two girls. "You guys okay? Or is this too heavy for you?"
"I'm fine." Brittany answered, reaching over to grab Rachel's hand and pull it into her lap.
"I'm fine as well." Rachel added, lacing her fingers through Brittany's.
Quinn returned with the laptop and the grey and black Dooney and Burkes checkbook wallet. She stood in front of Santana, afraid to assume she should just place the items in the Latina's lap. Santana raised her eyebrows, flipping her head at her knees and Quinn set the laptop down on them. She went to hand Santana the wallet, but before she could go back to her spot on the couch, Santana grabbed her wrist and squeezed it painfully, "No. You watch me pay this shit off." she said levelly, jerking Quinn down on the arm of the chair roughly.
Rachel and Brittany watched as Santana, one hand gripping Quinn tightly, one hand typing on the keypad, paid out 15, 262.48 with a grimace. She slammed the screen down and stared at Quinn, her fury being stoked as the reality of the situation represented itself in her mind. "Call them back and cancel that shit." she growled, shaking Quinn slightly. Quinn did as she was told, hung up, and looked back at Santana. She flexed her sore wrist in Santana's grasp and was rewarded with a hard squeeze that brought tears to her eyes. "Look at me." Santana ordered. "Get your food out of that bag, take it upstairs, eat, and then go to bed."
The Latina's tone left no room for argument and Quinn did as she was told, ignoring the urge to beg for leniency , and made her way up the stairs with a styrofoam container full of Mexican take-out as tears spilled down her face.
Santana turned to the other two.
"So, what're we gonna do?" she asked them seriously. "I'm not doing anything tonight...I'll kill her...but I'm gonna peel the skin off her ass tomorrow, and maybe the day after, too."
Brittany's eyes widened in horror at the thought. Rachel felt her tense, "Britt, she means she's going to spank Quinn." she soothed, "Right?" she asked Santana on second thought. Santana nodded and looked at her phone. It was 930pm. "You two can sit and discuss what additional punishments you feel are appropriate and let me know when I get back." she called on her way to the door.
The two watched in silence as Santana left without an explanation.
Rachel squeezed Brittany's hand. "So, what do you think?"
"I don't." came the reply.
Rachel chuckled, "I mean, is Santana seriously that mad?"
Brittany nodded seriously, "Oh yeah. She's easy to understand. If it looks like she's mad...she's mad."
Rachel remembered the chastisement she'd endured at the Latina's hands the night she'd tried to scoop Quinn up and she squirmed in her seat. It could get worse? "Brittany, how bad do you think it will be?"
"Do you remember the day after the party?" Brittany asked. Rachel nodded.
"Do you remember hearing Quinn scream?"
Rachel nodded again.
"Well, that was just six strokes with a cane...Quinn's kind of a lightweight when it comes to corporal punishment." she added nonchalantly. It was oddly scary when Brittany spoke like a normal human being and Rachel was experiencing this side of the goofy blonde more and more.
"Well, Santana can hit really hard." Rachel stressed.
"Yeah...that's 'cause she's all business when it comes to this stuff." Brittany explained. "She's just a natural disciplinarian."
Rachel smiled, "It's humorous that she so often needs correction herself."
"Rachel, you know, you don't have to talk like you're on stage all the time." Brittany interjected . "But yeah, that's when it's good that Quinn has those same qualities... She's definitely not as bad ass though." Rachel heard the blonde, but was still having a hard time believing that this girl in front of her wasn't actually an idiot.
"So, has Santana ever spanked you?" Rachel asked out of curiosity.
Brittany shook her head. "Not really...a swat here or there.. A play-paddling, but I've seen her spank Quinn and to be honest, I'd rather not get spanked by her at all in disciplinary interactions."
Rachel nodded in agreement. "So what else does Quinn deserve?"
Brittany thought for a moment, "Santana's gonna tear her up..."
Rachel wrung her hands in worry.
"But Quinn made her own bed..." Brittany reasoned out loud, "I think she should write lines again."
"What should she write?" Rachel asked, a bit relieved that the prescription wasn't more spanking.
"Probably something along the lines of : I will not lie to my girlfriends. Blah blah blah...I know she had to do that once, like 500 times, but maybe this time should be a thousand."
"Yeah...I think that would be an acceptable deterrent." Rachel agreed. Brittany looked at her funny for a second.
"Rachel, we're not talking about laundry..."
Ah. There was the Brittany she knew. She giggled. "Lines are good..maybe she should be grounded for like, two weeks?"
"We can try that, but Santana has the final say, and I'm thinking she's gonna extend that sentence."
"Well maybe Santana is too... Too."
"Brit, what does that even mean?"
"Um, bossy, I guess... I mean, I always hear Quinn complain under her breath about Santana being too toppy... And Santana is kinda bossy."
"Kind of?" Rachel asked sarcastically. She pulled out her iphone and began to google about tops as could be applied to personal relationships. She began to read aloud, "A top, or dominant, is the partner in a BDSM relationship or in a BDSM scene who takes the active or controlling role over that of the bottom or submissive partner." Brittany nodded. "Yeah, I remember... San told me about all this stuff."
Rachel shook her head at Brittany's flightiness. "Well, wouldn't Santana and Quinn be more like 'switches'?" she asked after reading for one more moment.
"Lately, I guess, but in my experience, it's almost always Santana that has someone tied up with the nipple clamps on...I mean, Quinn is into more of a mental sort of domination, but they both get really into this stuff."
Rachel closed her eyes against that information. Sure, it kinda made her horny, but it was a little extreme. Brittany continued, "It's not a lifestyle thing...mostly a bedroom thing, but who knows?"
Brittany smiled a smile that shone through her eyes, "She has this black latex dress...it ties halfway down the front like shoelaces!" she licked her lips, "it only just covers her 'you know what' and she wears these shiny red and black stiletto boots that reach her thigh..."
The small diva stared at the blonde who was clearly lost in her own thoughts, but damnit, she was curious, "So, obviously, you've seen her this way firsthand...what sort of stuff does she do?"
"Not gonna lie...Santana definitely has some sadistic tendencies..." Rachel blanched a little. "She has these cuff/chain thingies that fit in the doorway. She tied me up a couple times. Once, she took this little electric globe thing and zapped me all over the place... Or when she's really in the mood, she puts the nipple clamps on me and tugs on them or holds onto the chain while she tickles or pinches me." Brittany saw the horrified look on the little diva's face and dialed back, "but most of the time, she just pulls my hair, swats me, slaps me, pinches me, or scratches me...it's actually pretty nice, Rach." she said sincerely. "I think that'd be more my style."
"Really?" Rachel asked, a little more interested. She looked at the blonde for a moment. "Do you think...do you think you could give me a demonstration?"
Brit smiled, "I could try." she offered. She leaned in to kiss Rachel, letting her lips brush the diva's lightly for a moment before reaching up to rest her palm on the smaller girl's throat. She gave a little squeeze and pressed her lips against Rachel's firmly, lacing her free hand in the diva's hair, and closing her fist around the brown locks. Rachel reached up to run her hand over Brittany's hip, but Brittany grabbed it and pinned it to her thigh tightly. "No." she ordered simply. Rachel pulled away and tried again, testing the limits. Again, Brittany grabbed her wrist tight, pinned it to her thigh, and said, "No, Rachel." she lifted her palm and gave Rachel a light, stingy tap on the cheek, her left hand still wound in Rachel's hair.
Rachel's loins throbbed. This was such a turn on, it was almost unbearable. She wanted to push one more time, just to see...
"I said 'No', Rachel." Brittany growled, giving Rachel a much firmer slap on her right cheek. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself until I say otherwise." the blonde ordered, uncharacteristically clear and lucid. "Do NOT make me tell you again, do you understand?"
Rachel nodded, wide-eyed.
"You're supposed to say 'Yes, Mistress." Brittany half complained, knowing the drill from her time with Domina Santana.
"Oh, yes, Mistress." Rachel complied.
Just then, the front door opened and Santana came in holding what looked to Rachel like a skinny walking cane, and a large plastic bag. The Latina threw her keys down on the coffee table. She set the cane and the bag on the chair and began to unbutton her jacket.
"Sex store didn't have any fresh birches." she said, almost wistfully, glancing at the two girls who were still in their respective positions, and snorted. "You guys are funny." she sat down next to Rachel.
"You two figure out what the rest of her punishment is gonna be?"
"Mhmm." Brittany answered, still preoccupied with the thought of the little diva next to her. "Lines, and two weeks of being grounded." Rachel nodded.
"Sounds good." Santana answered. She leaned her head against Rachel's shoulder and sighed. Brittany pitied her, "Awww, honey!" she cooed, reaching over to stroke Santana's cheek. Santana sighed again and stood, grabbing each girl by a wrist and pulling them up with her. "C'mon, let's just go to bed."
"But we haven't eaten..." Brittany complained with a pout.
"Oh, right...well, it's late. I'm not in the mood to eat now. You two can eat, then go to bed." Santana answered. "Oh, do me a favor... Sleep in the guest room at the end of the hall tonight... Quinn and I will be skipping again tomorrow."
Brittany nodded while Rachel just sort of stared.
The Latina grabbed the cane and the white plastic bag from the chair and made her way up the stairs, too preoccupied to even hug the other two goodnight.
Rachel sat back on the couch as Brittany fished around in the paper bag on the table and grabbed two containers which she ended up having to put in the microwave. The girls settled at the dining room table to eat.
"So...was that thing a cane?" Rachel asked between bites of refried beans.
Brittany speared a piece of chicken with her fork and nodded. "Yup. It's rattan...and it's probably pretty painful."
"I wonder what was in the bag..." Rachel thought aloud.
"It was from a pharmacy." Brittany mumbled, her mouth full, "It was probably aftercare stuff...like, neosporin, bandages, arnica, vitamin K, you know."
"No. I don't know...aftercare?" That sounded ominous to the little diva.
Brittany rolled her eyes, "Rach, we've been over this...Quinn's gonna get it, like, super bad...and she might need help taking care of the bruises or whatever."
Rachel stared at the blonde, certain that they had NOT discussed that aspect of Quinn's punishment before. "But-"
"Rachel, stop asking me. I can't think AND eat!" Brittany whined, coaxing a smile from the smaller girl.
They finished up, and after putting Santana's food in the refrigerator, they headed upstairs and got ready for bed.
Santana opened her bedroom door quietly. She went straight into the bathroom and began to unload her bag. Just like Brittany thought, there were vitamins k and c, arnica tablets, bandages, and neosporin. Santana popped the lids on the vitamins and fished out one of each. She filled a little paper cup from the sink with water, stopping to splash a little on her face. She made her way over to the bed and nudged Quinn. The girl stirred and woke.
"Take these." Santana ordered gently, dropping the tablets into the blonde's hand. Vitamin k to help diminish bruising and vitamin c to cut down on inflammation (might as well get a head start). Quinn didn't ask what they were, she shook her hand so the pills would settle in the middle of her palm and brought her hand to her mouth, throwing her head back as the vitamins hit the back of her throat. She chased them with the water Santana held out, then laid back down. Santana went and got ready for bed. Once she had brushed her teeth, changed, and washed her face, she grabbed a pillow from her side of the bed and headed to the door.
"You're not sleeping in here?" Quinn asked softly.
Santana looked at the floor. She was still angry, but she controlled herself. "Quinn...no. I'm not. I'm still pissed as hell."
"I thought you said you'd never punish me when you're this angry." Quinn responded sadly.
"Well, that's why I need to sleep elsewhere.. To be honest, Quinn." Santana continued, shutting the door, and flicking the light on. She threw a hand on her hip and glared at the blonde, "You single handedly depleted a third of my savings...and the worst thing is... You lied. You tried to hide it... So I'm mad as hell, and you better pray I calm down overnight, 'cause if I don't, I'll just make you wait."
"Make me wait? For what?"
Santana started towards the door again, "Punishment equals redemption in this relationship...I'm not sure you even deserve the chance to take punishment in order to be redeemed."
She opened the door without a glance back and left the blonde to her thoughts.
Quinn flopped her head back down on her pillow. She could kick herself for being so stupid about everything. Her stomach was knotted. She hoped to God that Santana would just get the whole thing over with, but what the Latina had said about her possibly needing to earn the chance to be punished and forgiven weighed heavily on her mind. Eventually, she fell asleep.
Santana laid on one of the couches in the living room. She pressed the pillow to her face and pretended to smother herself. Her anger was waning, but it was still there. She figured the money wasn't a huge deal...Papi would give her more than enough to make up for it between the next two trips he took. Nothing like a rich, absentee father trying to buy love to fill a girl's bank account.
It was the fact that Quinn had gone out of her way to have the bill sent to Santana's house, just to hide it...to lie about it. This thought ran through the Latina's head repeatedly, but Santana wasn't angry anymore...just a little sad. She clenched her jaw and resolved to make the idea of lying so unpleasant to Quinn, that she might never do it again. She closed her eyes, the next morning was going to be memorable to say the least.
The next morning...
Santana made her way up the stairs to wake Quinn. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see the blonde already awake, sitting on the couch across from the bed. She walked by the blonde and went into the closet. On the top shelf, she found the black box that held the bonds she was going to use to keep Quinn from wiggling around too much. No need to put her in physical danger. Fortunately, they fit the bed frame, too, not just the door.
She went back into her room and began to fit the cuffs on the bed. When she was done, she turned to Quinn. "Come." she ordered, crooking her finger at the blonde.
In the guest room at the other end of the hall...
Rachel stirred against Brittany and smiled as the blonde wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Morning." she whispered.
"Shhh." the blonde answered, pressing a finger to the little diva's lips. She rolled over on top of Rachel, smoothing her hands down the smaller girl's sides, and gripping her wrists. She pinned Rachel's hands under her legs as she leaned in to kiss her. "I wanna finish what we started yesterday."
Rachel nodded breathlessly between kisses. Brittany rolled off of her and got up. She walked to the dresser and extracted a bundle of silk scarves and tossed them on the bed before sliding up between Rachel's legs. She pulled Rachel's shirt over her head and jerked the boy shorts off the smaller girl roughly, flipping her over on her stomach and spreading her legs with her knees.
Santana put her hands on Quinn's shoulders and looked her in the eye.
"Do we really need to go over why this is gonna happen?"
Quinn shook her head.
"Excuse me?" Santana asked quietly.
Santana nodded, satisfied. "Lay down on the bed."
Quinn laid face down on the bed and Santana began to fasten the leather cuffs around her wrists. Santana gave her a sharp smack on the inner thigh, indicating that she should spread her legs.
Brittany had Rachel's ankles tied to the bottom posts of the bed in the guest room. She moved up the bed to tie the smaller girls wrists to the bed posts. She could hear Rachel's breath quicken. She dragged her fingernails down Rachel's back, leaving little red welts in their wake.
Quinn closed her eyes as Santana adjusted the cuffs on the bed frame, leaving her almost no slack to move.
Santana picked up the cane and swished it through the air.
"After today...you will NEVER want to lie to me, or pull anymore shit like this again. Do you understand?"
She bent down by Quinn's face and began a bit of a psych out mindfuck. It was important to her that this never happen again.
"This is Gonna be the worst experience you've ever had with me, Quinn. You won't be able to sit for DAYS... DAYS!" she finished emphatically, cracking the cane against the mattress.
She moved to her position to the left side of the bed and reached out to tug the back of Quinn's p.j. pants down, just below her ass. She left a small bit of thigh area exposed. She didn't ask if Quinn was ready...she didn't really care. She had every intention of starting hot and keeping it that way. She lined her shot up and raised the cane.
SMACK! Okay, so, more like, PAT! Brittany brought her flat palm against the full flesh of Rachel's ass. She frowned when the little diva giggled. She straddled the girl's waist and slid her hands beneath Rachel's chest, pinching the diva's nipples hard. She leaned down and put her mouth to the girl's ear as she tightened her grip on the sore nipples, ignoring the gasps this elicited from Rachel. "Rachel, if you keep laughing, I might have to spank you for real." she threatened huskily.
"Well, maybe THEN I might feel it." Rachel gasped out.
Brittany smirked and stood up, clapping her hand against Rachel's ass with considerable force.
"Pffffft...I guess that was better." the diva mumbled, trying not to laugh. Brittany frowned, "You think you could do better, short stuff?" she untied Rachel and let the grinning girl up.
Quinn buried her face against the blankets beneath her as the cane descended for the third time. Santana didn't give her a break and she shrieked as the fourth and fifth strokes landed and were followed by a sixth and seventh stroke. Quinn pulled against the restraints frantically, unable to catch her breath between cries as the cane continued to crack against the hot, welted skin of her ass.
Brittany stood as Rachel situated herself on the edge of the bed. She reached over and turned on the radio on the dresser, turning it up to drown out Quinn. Even from down the hallway and behind closed doors, it was evident that she wasn't exactly enjoying herself. She turned back to Rachel who just smiled and patted her lap. "Alright, Rach, you show me how it's done." she smirked, laying over the smaller girl's thighs and reaching back to push her panties down. "See, you have to sort of cup your hand, then progress to a more flat palm...fingers very slightly spread..." The diva explained.
Rachel ran her hand over the paler girl's ass and raised it, bringing it down sharply. She found a rhythm and went with it, thoroughly enjoying how quickly the skin began to redden. She was most pleased when the blonde began to wiggle and gasp.
Santana was unfazed by Quinn's screams and focused on delivering what she had promised: the worst experience Quinn had ever had with her. She found a rhythm and stuck with it, giving Quinn about three seconds between. CRACK.
"Please, Santana!" the blonde screamed desperately. Her voice grew hoarse and her wrists and ankles were raw from pulling against the leather cuffs as stroke after stroke landed on her bare ass without mercy. She could barely discern whether the caning had gotten harder or not. It didn't matter that she couldn't get away... She kept trying.
"Alright, Rachel!" the blonde panted, "I get it!" she pushed herself off the little diva's lap and smiled breathlessly at the little frown she got. "I wasn't done..." Rachel protested, biting her lower lip.
"Doesn't matter...it's not your show." the blonde answered, grabbing Rachel's hair roughly, pulling her up off the bed, and turning her around to bend her over. She applied what she had learned from the little diva herself without ceremony, bringing her hand down hard on Rachel's upturned ass. Once Rachel began to pant and struggle, she put a little more force into it and used her hand in the diva's hair for leverage to keep her in position. Rachel began to let out little moans of both pain and pleasure. She wanted it to end, but she didn't want it to end. She couldn't take anymore, but more was all she wanted.
Santana had given her almost 50 strokes, and Quinn was hyperventilating. Santana laid the cane on the bed and knelt by the bed. "Quinn, I'm not done with you." she said firmly, forcing the blonde to look at her. She ran her hand over the blonde's forehead, trying to calm her down so she wouldn't bottom out. " If you want me to stop, we can end this...but if you want to make things right, we keep going." As she wiped the sweat from Quinn's face, she saw the girl nod.
"What's wrong, Bambi?" Brittany taunted, "You can't handle this?" She smacked Rachel's ass again and the girl jumped. The diva considered bratting back that she was fine, but thought it might be best not to piss the blonde off. She was getting a little too good at administering spankings. She just forwent an answer altogether and inhaled sharply as she was yanked to her feet by her hair and pushed onto her back atop the mattress. Brittany climbed on top of her and wrapped her left hand around Rachel's throat, reaching down with her right to pinch an already sore nipple. She scooted down to straddle Rachel's thighs and forced a finger into the little diva's pussy, still holding her down by the throat. "You ok?" she asked. The diva found the wherewithal to nod as the blonde rubbed a fingertip against her g-spot. Brittany leaned forward a bit, putting a little pressure on Rachel's throat, "Whose pussy is this?" she demanded to know.
"Which, Quinn? You need to stop?"
Quinn shook her head no. Santana nodded and stood, picking the cane up and bringing it down across the fresh skin of Quinn's upper thighs. "Don't ever make me have to do this again. Ever..." Santana said, bringing the cane down on Quinn's ass. "It's not fun like this, Q." she swung again." There was a mass of purple on the normally pale skin, accentuated by dark red edges and random welts that almost looked dusty. In the middle, there were small dots of blood from where the cane had broken the tender skin. "Ten more." Santana called to the struggling girl. She whipped the cane down across the bruised globes. "I will not lie." Santana called out. "Say it, Quinn."
"Say it, Rachel... Whose pussy is this?" Brittany withdrew her hand from between the diva's legs and brought her hand up to slap Rachel's face sharply. "Yours! It's your pussy, Mistress!" Rachel answered obediently. She was wandering into a state of being that she'd never really experienced. All that mattered was pleasing the blonde. Meanwhile, Brittany was high on her own power. She could get used to this. She reached down again and pushed two fingers into Rachel. This time, power fucking her from the start and angling her hand up so she could push against the diva's g-spot on every hard stroke. "Say it again, Bambi." She ordered, letting go of Rachel's throat to slap her face again.
CRACK. "I will not lie!"
CRACK. "I will not lieeee."
Santana had her repeat it twice more, then let the last five fly fast and hard. Quinn jerked against her chains and screamed as the rattan cane bit into her sore flesh.
Rachel was nearing orgasm and told her newest Mistress as much, clamping down on Brittany's fingers. "You better not come right now, Rachel." Brittany growled. Rachel whimpered as the blonde continued to fuck her. "If you come, I wont let you come again for a week." Brittany warned as Rachel squirmed against her. She began to fuck Rachel harder. "Should we see what you're made of, baby?" the blonde grinned evilly, adding another finger, and pushing her thumb up against the diva's clit. She was proud as Rachel bit her lip and fought the orgasm that threatened to overtake her willpower. "Come for me, Rachel. Now." Rachel shrieked as her body convulsed with an orgasm unlike any other she'd ever had. Brittany reached up and pinched both of Rachel's nipples hard...to Rachel's dismay it was too painfully distracting for her to enjoy her orgasm. Brittany chuckled at the heaving girl. "Why? Why'd you ruin it?" Rachel asked in a slight panic...her need was still all too present. "Because I can. That's all you need to know." Brittany answered cooly. She laid down and spread her legs, "Eat my pussy."
Santana put the cane in the closet, leaving Quinn squirming and crying on the bed for a moment. She left the chains on, but she cradled Quinn's head, sliding her bent leg under the girl's head, and running her fingers through the matted, sweaty blond hair. She reached down and ran her hand over Quinn's ass. Santana thought she might be able to fry an egg on it, it was so hot. Quinn probably thought it was on fire. She squirmed and gasped until Santana realized that her hand was laying on broken skin. "Damn," she thought out loud, "that must fucking hurt!" She made no effort to move her hand and let it sit until Quinn stopped fighting it.
Rachel scrambled to do as she was told. She sucked and slurped on the blonde's clit until Brittany screamed with pleasure. With renewed energy, the blonde forced the diva down on the bed again. She leaned down and acted like she was going to kiss Rachel, but at the last second, she changed course and bit down on the soft skin of the diva's neck. "If I didn't like you so much, I'd tie your hands to the bed and leave you here." she whispered, relishing the shiver wrenched from the smaller girl as the hot breath ghosted her ear. Brittany inched her way down Rachel's body nipping at the soft tan skin and looking up to watch the diva squirm. Rachel finally screamed in pleasure as the blonde very generously returned the favor, using her lips, tongue, and occasionally her teeth to bring the smaller girl to a real orgasm that left her quaking and trying to catch her breath.
Santana removed the last leather cuff from Quinn's ankle and laid down next to her, sliding her arm under the blonde's head. Quinn's pj pants were still around her thighs, and she still wriggled and squirmed, trying to escape the horrid stinging and throbbing on her ass. Santana could've fallen asleep. The whole ordeal, though far less painful for her physically, had been emotionally draining, and corporally exhausting. She remembered though, that Quinn needed to be taken care of. Again, she left the bed and shuffled to the bathroom. She grabbed the bandages, pills, neosporin, and a paper cup of water. She held the items as she walked on her knees onto the bed and she straddled the back of Quinn's knees. She applied the neosporin to the broken skin and covered it with a large gauze bandage then she handed the cup and another round of vitamins as well as an arnica tablet to the blonde, who took them and flopped her head back on the bed.
Neither one of them spoke as Santana ran her hands up Quinn's back soothingly. There wasn't much left for either of them to say. The Latina laid her upper body on Quinn's back, feeling the heat from the blonde's behind on her stomach.
Rachel was laid out on the bed. Brittany sprawled out beside her and threw an arm over her stomach. "You like that?" she asked, not sure that Rachel actually HAD enjoyed it. Rachel nodded emphatically. "Yes..." she lowered her eyes, "I think I'd like to do that again..." she whispered. Brittany grinned.
"Well, are you going to school today?"
Rachel smiled back, "Am I... MISTRESS?"
Brittany laughed and poked Rachel's stomach, "No...No, you're not."
Their minds wandered back to Quinn and Santana as Brittany clicked the radio off. Neither of them would know what the damage was until the four met in the kitchen for breakfast.
So…A bit more serious in this chapter…gotta take a break to write a chapter for my Underworld fix…If you'd like me to hurry up, leave a review, baby! I promise to be a good girl and make it snappy!