So here it is…Thanks Kfordy…I was going to wait until some of you decided to post reviews. I got a rather whiny one ( ;p) about where the last chapter left off…So, two spankings for you! I think in the next, if you are good girls,(and boys?) you'll get a nice foursome in hot water. Don't expect it right away though…I do have a life sometimes lol. This chapter features a favorite of mine: dom!Santana…but you know I like to switch it up. Straight AWAY!:
Rachel Berry's ass was on fire. She wriggled over Santana Lopez' lap, trying desperately to get away. She was a wimp who'd been spanked only once as a little girl.
Santana had the girl's arm pinned to her lower back. She slapped Rachel's perfect little cheeks with strength and precision as the girl wailed dramatically over her lap.
"Is this what you wanted, Berry?" Santana asked, grunting with effort as she continued to spank the living daylights out of the singer.
"No-no, please!" she cried out.
"Please? Berry, I've only been spanking you for like, 20 seconds." Santana answered sternly, bringing her hand down.
"Well, if you want in...this is what bad girls get." she continued, smacking Rachel's behind again. Her hand was starting to sting. She stopped to look around, not finding anything satisfactory with which to replace her hand. She reached down and slipped the mary jane flat off of Rachel's foot.
She brought it down on Rachel's bare behind with a loud SLAP. The smaller girl cried out loudly, almost kicking Santana in the face. She begged for it to be over. Her bottom beet red, with a stark white spot where the shoe had been applied. Santana shifted Rachel's weight to her left knee so she could clamp her right leg over Rachel's amazing flying legs.
"Ten more, Berry." she barked, trying to sound unsympathetic.
"Noooo, please...please, Santana." she begged, wiggling in vain. Santana's leg lock wasn't going to let her go anywhere.
Santana tightened her grip on the Jewish girl's wrist, "Count them, Berry...the number, then 'ma'am'" she ordered, slightly more gently.
Rachel still struggled, but nodded clearly. The first one landed in the middle of her right cheek.
"One, ma'am!" Rachel shouted, her voice high pitched, wavering with a sob.
Santana sighed, "Nevermind the counting, Berry."
She brought the flat down sharply on Rachel's behind nine more times, reducing the girl to a limp sobbing mess.
Santana helped Rachel up and looked at her curiously. Tears streamed down her face and her hands flew to her posterior, but she stayed on her knees in front of the Latina. She looked straight into Santana's eyes while she frantically tried to rub the sting away. Santana caught herself thinking about kissing the girl. She just looked so adorable when freshly-spanked, she joked to herself, but she was being punished, so she wouldn't have the experience she craved just yet.
Santana handed Rachel her cellphone. "Call your gay dads and tell them you'll be home after school on Monday."
Rachel took the phone and did as she was told. After she handed the phone back, Santana spoke.
"Are you hungry, Rachel?"
Rachel shook her head, surprised that Santana had called her by her actual name. The Latina nodded. "It's bed time, then...we'll be up soon." she said, pulling the covers back and letting the girl crawl in. She leaned down and indulged herself, kissing Rachel Berry passionately. Then she turned and left the room silently.
Rachel was painfully aware of her sore ass against the sheets, but she was so turned on. She pulled her knees up so her legs were bent. She reached down and felt her own wetness which ran into her ass crack. She bit her lip as she rubbed her swollen clit, imagining Santana's mouth on hers, Quinn's on her pussy, Brittany's on her nipples. An orgasm stronger than any she'd ever had swelled through her body. Her nipples were so hard, the blanket rubbing against them hurt. She jerked with the impulse of her body as her fingers ran over her slick, sensitive clit. She was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately.
Downstairs, Santana hid the liquor and force fed everyone. She wanted them to leave. By 1 am, the last of them were sober and through the door. Quinn and Brittany were asleep on the couch and Santana was absolutely exhausted. She woke the two girls and dragged them upstairs. Rachel was situated, sleeping quietly, on the far edge of the bed. Brittany slipped in next to her, then Quinn, then Santana. It was an easy fit. Quinn's mom had gotten her a king sized bed, hoping to get her daughter to come home. Santana closed her eyes, but Quinn stirred against her. "What, Quinn?" she asked sleepily.
"San, I'm sorry...it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Do you still think that?" Santana asked.
"No...I mean..well, we should have talked about it first."
Santana nodded in the dark. She leaned over and kissed Quinn's cheek. "Exactly," she agreed, proud that her girl was so smart. "That's why you get a choice."
"What choice?" Quinn asked.
"Well, I'm not going to deny the two of you your chance, and I'm not gonna deny myself either, but Rachel got one hell of a spanking...and you're gonna get one, too."
Quinn scowled to herself. There was no use arguing...Santana rarely conceded. "So, what's my choice?" She asked again.
"You can go over my lap for five minutes with the hairbrush." Santana whispered, pulling Quinn to her as Brittany snored softly, "or you can bend over the bed and take six with that wicked stick from the window on your bare, white butt."
Quinn swallowed hard. She preferred the contact of an over the knee spanking, but five minutes with a hairbrush sounded absolutely awful. Then again, she remembered the horrible way Santana had shrieked and cried when Quinn laid into her with the makeshift cane...but it would be over so much faster.
"You can sleep on it, Quinn." Santana whispered, caressing the blonde's ass under the covers.
"No, San...I want the cane-thing."
"Say please, baby." Santana growled quietly, with a hint of mischievousness.
"Please, mistress," Quinn played along, momentarily forgetting how bad it was actually going to be...
Santana nipped Quinn's neck and slid a hand down her pajama pants. She fingered Quinn to a quick, quiet orgasm, then turned the same fingers on herself as Quinn slept. She masturbated as thoughts of the three girls next to her danced around in her head. She came fast and hard, stifling a moan in the crook of her arm.
The next morning, Quinn woke up and saw Santana through her morning fog, sitting in the chair across from the bed, where just two nights before, her bare, spanked ass had been parked on a heating pad. She sat with her legs crossed, the clear plexi-glass rod across the arms of the chair.
"Brittany and Rachel are downstairs cooking." she said gently. Quinn nodded and hopped out of the bed. She shuffled past the Latina to go relieve herself. When she came back, Santana was standing at the foot of the bed. Quinn sighed and pulled her bottoms off. Naked from the waist down, she waited for Santana's orders.
"C'mon, Blondie." Santana said, firmly taking her arm. "You know what this is for...you almost cheated on me with that cute little dwarf down there."
She led Quinn over the bed. "Uh, uh, put your hands down." she directed. Quinn bent over and put her hands on the bed. She wished she was over the chair...it was easier to stay in position when she had something to lean on.
Santana didn't ask Quinn to count them...the cane had a way of taking one's breath away. She lined up the first stroke and the rod whistled through the air, curling around Quinn's butt and cracking against the opposite side. The pain wasn't immediate. It took a second.
Quinn sprung up from position and grabbed her ass, howling and coughing. Santana grabbed her and put her back over the bed. A red weal appeared on the blonde's butt and Santana felt bad, remembering that her caning had stayed with her for days.
Then she remembered how angry she was supposed to be.
She let the second stroke fly. Again, Quinn hopped up, squeezing her cheeks and wailing...sobbing already. Santana bent her over again and spanked her twice with her hand. "Don't move again, Quinn." she warned.
The third stroke cracked against the blonde's behind. The sheets bunched in Quinn's grip and she squealed. She squatted for a moment, but brought her butt back up.
Santana wasted no time. She brought the cane around for the fourth time, then a fifth in rapid succession. Quinn screamed into the duvet and collapsed on the bed holding herself. Santana's heart broke.
"One more, baby." she said softly, pulling Quinn back on the bed by her hips. She waited for Quinn to put her feet on the floor and immediately swung for the last time. The sixth stroke connected right between where the fourth and fifth had landed.
She threw the wicked object across the room and pulled her crying girlfriend to her. She reached around to rub her ass, but Quinn pulled away. "Don't touch it, San." she panted between sobs. Santana nodded and just held her until she was done.
"I'm sorry San." she whispered honestly.
"Me too, baby."
They stayed that way until Quinn felt like she could stomach going downstairs to eat.
Breakfast was silent except for Brittany who really didn't know that she was in the presence of two well spanked little girls.
After they were done, Santana suggested they shower...