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“Sugar!” your voice rang clearly and sternly into the classroom, all eyes turning to the new voice but you only kept your eyes on one of the girls in the middle of the room. You watched as the young girl froze at her name being called, but did not turn to look at you.
“I’m sorry but-”
“Sugar,” you repeated just as sternly, ignoring Mr. Shuester as he attempted to take control of the situation.
Sugar finally turned towards you, eyes downcast as she avoided direct eye contact. She knew she was in trouble, you could see the different emotions flash across her face - panic, guilt, and anxiety - before biting her bottom lip and finally looking up to meet your eyes. You stepped closer into the room.
“Miss I don't know who you think you are,” Mr Shuester continued as he stepped in front of you, cutting off your eye contact with Sugar, “but this is a closed practice and I don’t appreciate someone coming in here and yelling at one of my students.”
You looked at the man in front of you, an eyebrow raising in amusement before actually acknowledging his words. “Well if this was a closed practice, I believe that the doors would be closed.”
“Also,” you continue calmly, “ I wouldn’t call it yelling when yelling is all I could hear from down the hall. Now if you will excuse me, I need to take care of this mess.”
You stepped away from the man, and watched as Sugar all but ran to collect her items and get to your side. You heard the other glee members whisper and mutter, as Sugar's bag from her before leading her out of the music room and down the hallway. You stayed silent, letting Sugar stew a little as you walked out to the parking lot and to your car. Even though classes had ended for the day, you had still stuck around to wait for glee practice to finish.
You unlocked the doors, placing your backpacks in the back seat and getting into the driver's seat. Sugar had already gotten into the passenger seat but still kept her gaze down. You sighed outwardly, knowing exactly what she needed at this moment. Reaching out, you placed your fingers under her chin, gently forcing the girl to finally look at you. You saw the uncertainty clouding her eyes, as the tears began to well up.
“We will discuss what happened in the music room and about punishment when we get back to your place,” you state, “but I also want to check in with you and see where you are at.”
“Green ma’am,” She whispered softly, a small sad smile forming on her face.
You nodded your head, taking your hand away to start the car and pull out of the parking lot. Once you’d gotten on to the main road and started driving back to her place, you gave your right hand back to Sugar to hold. You knew her father wouldn’t be home anytime soon, the man having to go on a business trip for a week.
A few minutes later, you're pulling into her driveway and turning off the car. You grabbed both of your bags from the backseat and followed the brunette into her house, taking your shoes off at the door. “I’m going to bring our bags up to your room and grab a few things,” you state sternly, not angrily but leaving no room for arguing, “ and you better be in the corner with your hands clasped behind your back. Do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am”
Nodding, you turned to head up the stairs to Sugar’s bedroom. You take your time, placing your bags on the floor beside the bedroom door before making your way into the walk in closet. Opening one of the drawers you pull out a pink collar, a paddle, and a bullet vibrator. Shutting the drawer, you walk out of the room and back to the living room. Seeing that Sugar was indeed in the corner like you commanded, you put the paddle on the coffee table and hide the vibrator from her eyes so that she can’t see it while you punish her. Walking over to the girl with the collar in hand, stopping only when you’re 3 feet away.
“Turn and face me,” you direct sternly, almost smirking at the slight tremble from the small girl as she turned and faced you. You offer out your hand with the collar, allowing the girl to decline to wear it and stop everything, although you know she won’t. Sugar hastily takes the pink collar and places it around her own neck, relaxing slightly at the comforting feeling. You give her a moment to adjust, before taking her hand and leading her over to the couch. Taking a seat, you look up at her and see her biting her lower lip, head bowed down. Holding her hands in one of your hands, you use the other hand to draw her gaze to you and run your thumb across her lip drawing it back out.
“Want to tell me what I walked in on Sugar?”
“I was arguing with Rachel.”
“And what were you arguing about?”
“I wanted to perform a song, but Rachel didn't want to hear about it.”
You slowly nod, knowing there was more to the story. “So you thought yelling to get your point across would be the best way to get your own way?”
“I didn’t mean to yell, ma’am.”
“I know you didn’t, so tell me what happened with Mr. Shuester."
”How do you-”
“Just tell me what happened Sugar.”
“He took Rachel’s side because it's her senior year, and I got angry because I really wanted to perform the song. But I promise mistress, I was going to leave and come find you but he said I wasn't excused and it made me so mad because he wasn’t listening to me and I just wanted to have you help take care of me.”
Nodding your head and knowing that she was telling you the truth, you wondered what her choice of punishment would be. Though you already had her punishment planned, you still ask out of curiosity. “What do you think is the most acceptable punishment?”
“Spankings ma’am.”
“Then I need you to bend over my lap,” you state, helping Sugar to take off her shorts and underwear before taking her over your knee. “20 with my hand and 10 with the paddle. You will count and thank me after each one, do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Holding the girl against you with your left hand, you start a steady rhythm with your right. She wiggles in your grasp as she counts out the 20 smacks, sniffling and trying to hold back tears. Once you reach 20, you relax your grip on the girl to grab the paddle from the table. You then reach for the bullet vibrator, palming it so she still couldn’t see it before addressing the whimpering girl. “Alright princess, can you spread your legs a bit for me?”
She does as you ask with only a small amount of hesitance, a small gasp escaping her lips as you dip a finger between her wet folds. Smirking at how wet she had gotten, you pull your hand away earning a disappointed groan. Hushing her softly, you turn on the vibrator and place it against her clit.
“Alright princess, I know today was hard and it would be unfair of me to punish you too harshly for some things that were not entirely in your control,” you begin calmly as she moans over your lap. “You are still getting 10 with the paddle but I believe you’ve earned a reward. I’m not going to make you count out these last 10 but you will ask me if you can cum. You can cum as much as you want but you still have to ask. Do you understand me princess?”
“Yes mistress!” Sugar nearly shouts in a moan.
“Good girl. Colour?”
“Green.”
You insert the vibrator into her pussy, cupping her as she lets out a moan and just enjoying the feeling of the girl wiggling in your lap. Not even a minute later, she’s moaning out a “Mistress may I cum please?”
“Yes princess.”
Shuddering with a moan, you feel her juices coat your hand and it takes everything in you not to release a moan of your own. Pulling your hand away, you adjust your hold on the girl and make sure she isn’t going to fall out of your grasp. Grabbing the paddle, you give her a smack with it and watch as she almost comes undone right in front of you.
“Please mistress?”
“Go ahead princess,”
The room fills with the sounds of smacking flesh and Sugar's moans, and it makes you wetter as she continues to wiggle and ask permission to cum. Each time the girl cums all over you, you have to readjust your hold with the amount of wiggling the poor girl is doing. As you bring down the paddle for the final few smacks, you think she is about to beg to cum for the sixth time.
“Yellow!!” She gasps out with a sob, stopping your movements. It’s not red, but you still throw the paddle to the couch and pull the girl into your lap.
“Talk to me princess,” you speak softly, rubbing Sugar's back as she shifts to hide her face in your neck still moaning.
“Out please,” she moans out as she continues to shake and groan against you, tears streaking down her face. You nod and gently pull the vibrator from her swollen pussy, turning it off and placing it on the couch.
“Was it too much princess?” you ask calmly as you just hold and watch as the girl slowly melts into you nodding slowly. Cupping her face to search her eyes, you see a flash of fuzziness battling in her eyes.“Then let me take care of you babygirl.”
At the nickname, Sugar drops fully and looks at you with a look of pure love and submission. “Mistress?”
“Hi babygirl, what do you say we go get you cleaned up and into comfy clothes?”
“Bath?”
“Of course baby.”
As you stand up, Sugar wraps her arms around your neck and legs around your waist, clinging to you like her life depended on it. Carrying the girl to her bedroom, you place her on her bed where she whimpers at the loss of contact trying to get back in your arms. “It’s ok baby, I’m just gonna go turn on the bath, I’ll be as quick as possible.”
She nods sadly, watching as you walk over to the attached bathroom. You make sure the water isn’t too hot and add the bubble bath before returning back to the bedroom to see Sugar sitting in the middle of the bed, exactly how you left her. Knowing she could be in this dreamy state for a while, you help Sugar strip off her remaining clothes. You take off your own clothes before leading the girl into the bathroom and into the tub. You guide the girl to straddle your thighs, grabbing a washcloth and her bodywash to gently wash the girl. Sugar just lets you take care of her, which you will never get tired of, both as her mistress and her girlfriend. Once she’s cleaned, you guide her to lean against your chest, wrapping your arms around her and running your fingers across her back.
“Mistress?” her soft voice breaks the comfortable silence a half hour later.
“Yes princess?”
“Thank you for my reward.”
“You’re welcome princess. How do you feel?”
“Better ma’am, though I’m sorry if I disappointed you.”
“You didn’t disappoint me,” you say as you squeeze the girl tightly, dropping your hands to her hips as she pulls away to glance at you. Shifting her hips against your thighs, you watch as she bites her bottom lip. Taking a guess at what is going through her head, you squeeze her hips and ask, “Do you wanna make it up to me?”
Sugar nods her head frantically, before pouting up at you, making you chuckle. You kiss her pout away before guiding her to stand up and lead her out of the tub. Pulling the stopper, you then turn to the girl and wrap a fluffy pink towel around the younger girl. You take your time in drying the girl off before sitting the girl down on the closed toilet lid. You dry yourself off and wrap the towel around your own body before taking Sugar’s hand and leading her out to her vanity.
Sitting the girl down on the bench, you take her hairbrush and brush her hair humming into the quietness of the evening. Once you’ve brushed and braided her hair, you walk over to her drawers and pull out some underwear and sleepwear, something Sugar disapproves of as she wiggles and whines in her seat. Tutting gently, you help her into her clothes before tugging at her collar and asking “Who do you belong too?”
“You mistress.”
“That’s right and who is in charge?”
“You mistress.”
“Then no more whining and do as I tell you. We are getting dressed because we are going to go down stairs where you are going to start your homework and I'm gonna start dinner. Once dinner is ready, then we are going to eat and watch a movie, and for dessert you will take care of my needs. But all of that can only happen if you can be a good girl, do you understand?“
“I’m your good girl.”
“You are babygirl, the very best,” Leaning down and kissing her on the lips, “Now grab your homework and go to the table, I’ll join you once I'm done getting dressed and cleaning up.”
You watch Sugar nod and get up, rushing to grab her bag and head downstairs before she turns back towards you and wraps her arms around you in another hug, “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
*************
It's a few days later while you're waiting for Sugar to finish her glee club meeting when it happens again. Your phone buzzes with a text notification as you sit in the library reading over the pages of your history text. Taking a glance at the screen you groan at the text from Brittany before shutting the textbook and gathering your items, placing them in your bookbag and striding towards the auditorium with purpose. As you walk into the auditorium, you spot your girlfriend sitting off to the side being whispered to by Brittany with tear tracks on her face while Santana and Rachel are arguing on stage.
“I really shouldn't be surprised anymore,” you mutter as you stalk over to your girlfriend, who looks up at you when Brittany points you out. You stop as she rushes out of her seat and runs over to you, clinging to you with a set of fresh tears.
“Y/n I-” Sugar begins but you hush her gently, kissing her forehead before leading her back to her seat.
“Watch her for a few more minutes Britt?”
“I got her ma’am” the tall blonde responds with a knowing nod as you drop your bag in an empty chair before making your way onto the stage and grab Santana by the waist, pulling her to keep some distance. Rachel eyes you warily as the angry Latina turns to spout her angry words at you, only calming down slightly when she realizes who has her.
“Let me finish this,” you respond calmly, only letting go of her when she stops fighting your hold. “You’ve had your say and now it’s my turn.”
“I’m not finished with her,” Santana angrily glares at the other brunette, but you turn her head to look back at you.
“That’s fine, but go cool off with the girls ok? After I’m done with my chat then you can continue, do we have a deal?”
“Fine, but only because I know you won’t take no shit.”
You watch Santana to make sure she does actually go and sit with Sugar and Brittany before turning back around to face Rachel. Folding your arms across your chest, you stare unimpressed as the diva tries to match your energy.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but the auditorium-” you cut her off before she can continue her rant.
“You’re really starting to get on my nerves Berry, so I’m only gonna say this once. I don’t care if you helped lead your club to a nationals win. I don’t care that you're with the quarterback. You are a self centered little girl that needs a reality check on what happens outside of this hell hole of a town.”
“Like you would know!”
“I do know because I didn't grow up here, I moved here 5 years ago and have a scholarship to NYU in the fall. The outside world will eat you alive once you leave here, best you learn that now instead of when you get to New York.”
“Why are you doing this? You don’t even know me.”
“But see you made sure everyone knew you and your business the day you started freshman year, and you really haven’t changed that much. I know a lot of the student body hasn't grown up either, but that's because most of them aren’t going anywhere. Those of us that are leaving this shit hole need to grow up and smell the roses because college isn’t like high school. Now I’m gonna leave before I decide to follow my instincts and pull you over my lap, because someone needs to either paddle you or fuck you into submission."
Turning away from the shocked girl, you make your way over to Sugar, Brittany and Santana. You almost laugh at the heated look in the girl's eyes but settle on smirking instead and grabbing your bag.
“Fuck that was hot,” Santana mutters as she fans herself with her hand.
“You can join San and I anytime,” Brittany grins
“Thanks Britt,” you say with a chuckle, “But I think I only have enough room for one brat in my bed who seems to need a reminder to breathe.”
Sugar finally acknowledges you by getting up and jumping into your arms, claiming your lips in a heated kiss. You let her have a moment of control before pulling yourself away, watching the lust in her eyes as she breathes hard. You hold the girl close, humming softly as you see the realization dawn on her and her face becoming red as she remembers the two of you are not alone. Deciding just to carry the embarrassed girl, you settle her head against your shoulder and place her own bag over the opposite shoulder with your own. You tighten your hold around her, making sure her thighs are gripping you before whispering in her ear for only her to hear.
“I got you princess, just try to settle down a little.”
“So not fair,” Santana groans as she pulls Brittany up with her as we walk out of the auditorium. “That was all kinds of wanky. Seriously, how do you do it?”
“Lots of research and confidence,” You say as you lead them out to the parking lot. “And having someone who trusts me to take care of every single one of their needs helps as well.”
“You really love her, don’t you?”
“Yeah I do.” As you get to your car you get Sugar settled in the passenger seat, before turning back to the other two girls.
“She had a whole song planned for you,” Brittany said with a sad smile as she gives you a hug.
”Yeah she mentioned that she had a song prepared the other day when I came and got her,” you say as you return the hug. “Why don’t you guys stop by in a few hours? Give us some time to relax and then you guys can help her perform her song.”
“In other words, give you guys time to have some kinky sex,” Santana states with a knowing smirk.
“Don’t tempt me Santana or I might just have to tie you up in the corner while I show Brittany a few tricks on how to really leave you wanting more,” your voice coming out low and sultry, leaving the Latina to open and close her mouth in a silence. You chuckle as you make your way to the driver’s side and get into the car, watching as Santana drags a laughing Brittany to her own car.
You turn your eyes to Sugar and your gaze softens as you take in the girl. You turn her head to look at you before speaking, “You belong to me and I belong to you.”
“Yes ma’am,” she whispers as she finally looks you in the eye, her eyes fully blown with lust. “Take me home mistress?”
“Of course babygirl,” you smile as you turn on the car and drive away from the school, holding the girl’s hand in your own. “Let's get you home and I can play with you for a while before company comes over.”
“Can I wear my collar?”
“For as long as you want too. You’re mine babygirl and nothing will change that ever.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”