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Too Much
Santana/Quinn, NC-17
Spanking, Oral Sex, Scissoring
~900 words

It was part of what they did. It had been established with the birth of their still new relationship that Quinn would be in charge and when Santana stepped out of line, she would be punished. It wasn't the first time that Quinn had pulled Santana over her lap for a spanking and it sure as hell wasn't the first time that Santana misbehaved. There was just something more to this particular spanking.

Quinn had been absolutely furious with Santana and had grabbed the hairbrush off of their bedside shelf halfway through the punishment, spanking the other girl's curvaceous backside with that several times until her dark, flawless skin was considerably reddened and she was screaming. Santana wailed and cried unrestrained, something that Quinn had never seen her do before.

"Quinn, please, baby I'm sorry..."

The apologies were one thing, but the way Santana spat them out didn't seem right. Oh, man, this was a lot harsher than any spanking that Quinn had ever given her girlfriend. She ran a hand over the girl's ass and could see a few dark spots that threatened to turn into bruises. Santana didn’t safeword though, she just went limp. Quinn put the brush aside and rubbed a hand over Santana's cheek while the girl shivered and sobbed.

"Santana, sweetie, get up," she said. She kept up the dominance that was her role but it naturally wavered out of worry. Santana got up, staring at her with big eyes. She was still crying. Quinn reached over and brushed her wet cheek with the back of her hand. "Are you okay? I know that went too far. I didn’t mean to make that punishment so harsh.”

Santana curled up against Quinn's side and shook her head. She had never been this clingy or needy, especially not in bed. Quinn ran her hand down the girl's side. "Santana," she said softly. She considered apologizing again but apology had never been part of their relationship. She dipped her fingers down along the hem of Santana's nightgown, pulling it up and touching her there.

Santana broke out of the haze, moaning. "Quinny," she moaned as Quinn's fingers brushed against her sensitive spot. She spread her legs and Quinn quickly used her free hand to get rid of the nightgown, leaving Santana naked underneath her. Sex usually didn’t happen when Santana got in trouble but Quinn wanted to this time. She trailed her fingers down her waist and in between her legs. "Quinn, please, I need more..."

Quinn spread Santana's thighs, inching lower and putting her mouth on her, relishing her sweetness. She licked a line along her opening, spreading her. She pressed her face against her, breathing deep and sucking her clit. Quinn had a lot of reservations about sex with Santana when they first started dating but now she was an absolute expert with her tongue. She rolled her tongue over the folds of her pussy, diving in to taste, licking and sucking everything. She felt so bad about what she had done and wanted to make it up to her.

She moaned at the intoxicating scent of her girlfriend. Santana was wet, her slickness making Quinn’s face wet as she kissed and licked. Santana was desperate, pushing into her face as much as she could. "Please, please Quinn," she kept begging. Quinn plunged her tongue into Santana's wet, tight heat again and again, fingers stroking along her thighs. She could feel so much heat there from the spanking. As guilty as she felt the red heat was so good.

She brought her girlfriend to orgasm quickly, feeling her pulsing against her tongue, thrusting and shaking and muttering under her breath in Spanish. She looked up and then climbed up her girlfriend’s slender body, leaning up and kissing her lips. They kissed heatedly, tongues and teeth and lips. “I need more, Q,” Santana whispered desperately.

“My pleasure,” she whispered against her lips, carefully spreading her legs and then taking off her own nightgown as well, pressing her hips up to Santana’s as she entwined their legs. She tangled her hands in Santana’s hair as she kissed her, slipping up so that they were touching at the core. She lifted Santana’s hips up, flipping them around so that she was on top and the desperate thrusting of their hips didn’t aggravate her bruised skin. They both came quickly, thrusting up against each other, making out heatedly.

Santana moaned softly, shaking as she came down. "That was so good Quinn," she whimpered, tears still flowing down her cheeks. "That was just so, so damned good. You are the best."

"I didn't mean to hurt you so much," she choked out softly. She still felt guilty, even though she'd made it up to Santana with the mind blowing orgasms. "I crossed a line."

Santana shook her head. "Q, that's our relationship," she soothed. "I was a bitch and you punished me for it. You forgave me after and it was good...really, really good."

"I love you Santana."


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 21st, 2011 04:39 am (UTC)
Loved this!! Your awesome :) Do you ever think you will write a fic with Quinn being the one punished?
Jun. 22nd, 2011 12:59 am (UTC)
Definitely a possibility! I love discipline fic so much.
Jun. 22nd, 2011 02:34 pm (UTC)
Jul. 3rd, 2011 11:11 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for filling my prompt! And with Quinntana, too. You're awesome.

I absolutely, in every way, loved it!
Jul. 4th, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad that you liked it!
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