Crime and punishment 2/2
Title:Crime and punishment
Rating:nc-17
Paring:Quinn/Rachel
Sumary:Bad girls must be punished.
A/n: I don't own anything.
A/N2: This is not the story I originally began to write, I was going for funny fluf with ligth spanking on the side but...well...it kind of went dark on it's own...I just tagged along for the ride....anyway this is it.
Last class of the day was Spanish. The teacher, Mr. Shuester, was also the glee club coach and welcomed her to the club as soon as she walked in the class. As her luck would have it Rachel was also in the class. Sitting front roll, wide smile on her face waving at her, pointing to an empty chair beside her.
“I’ve saved you a seat”
‘Yeah like people are beating each other up to sit next to you.’ Since that was the only unoccupied seat she took it. ‘Note to self: get to class earlier.’
“All right class lets begin, open up at page 43 of you book.”
A boring class is the devils playground or something like that, because next thing Quinn knows she was once again looking down Rachel’s shirt. Those were the most perfect breasts Quinn has ever seen. Not that she’s seen many, but still. Small, perky, with light brown hard nipples. Like they knew there being watched they just stood at attention.
“Quinn!”
“Quinn!”
“Ugh? What?”
“Go to the front and read the text for us.”
‘Text? What text?’ Looking down she only saw the exercises at page 43. Rachel poked her and pointed at her own book. ‘Page 48, right. Boy, time fly when you’re being a pervert.’ Quinn stood up and went to the front of the class.
“El perro y la solitud.”
“Era una vez un perro muy sucio que vagaba por las calles de Madrid...” As she read on Quinn couldn’t help but notice over her book how short Rachel’s skirt rode as she was sitting there on the edge of her seat clinging to every word she was saying. ‘What is this story about anyway?’
Distracted Rachel forgot herself letting her legs open a little. Just a little. But it was enough for Quinn to be able to see a small landing strip on an otherwise hairless pussy. Quinn’s mouth went dry. All the wetness in her body seemed to go to only one place. A place Quinn did not need to be thinking about now. A place that was throbbing in time with her heartbeat.
“…solo, gg…” ‘Oh God please. I cant’ take this. I’m going to do something crazy. Ah, screw it.’
Throwing her book to the ground Quinn quickly took a couple of steps forward grabbing Rachel’s hand, pulling her up from her seat towards her taking her lips in a desperate bruising kiss. Her left hand took a hold to the divas long locks of dark hair, keeping her head in place while her right hand snaked under her skirt, roughly grabbing her round ass, making her moan loudly. Quinn’s hand left Rachel’s succulent ass cheek to lift her leg, putting it around her waist.
“ ‘Golpeado’. It’s ok Quinn that’s a tough one. You’re doing great.” Mr. Shue said.
‘uh? What?’ Looking up from her book Quinn was met with twenty bored teenagers, a proud Mr. Shuester and a worried Rachel, who thankfully had crossed her legs.
“Mr. Shue, I’m not feeling so great can someone else finish reading. I need to sit down.” Quinn says feeling her cheeks burning.
“Sure Quinn! Do you need to see the nurse?”
“No I’ll be alright.”
“Ok. Finn your turn”
“Sure Mr. Shue! ‘Sodo, glupodado…”
“Ok! Tina your turn.”
“You did a great reading you know. Very good accent. And the story it’s just beautiful don’t you think?” Rachel whispered in her ear. Her breath tickling her neck making her shudder.
“I…ugh…*clears throat* …thanks”
At the end of the class everybody left, Quinn stayed behind to calm her raging hormones. Finding herself alone she couldn’t help but to stare at the seat Rachel had just left. ‘She sat there. Short skirt, no panties. Just sat there. All bare, for all to see. For me to see. I’m loosing control.’ Reaching with her hand Quinn touched Rachel’s seat. ‘God it’s still warm…I’m such a pervert.’ Getting up she left for glee club still feeling the warm feeling in her hand.
“Alright guys we have three new additions to the club. Let’s give a warm welcome to Santana, Quinn and Brittany. So what song did you guys prepared?”
“What do you mean prepared?”
“For your audition?”
“We didn’t know it was necessary.”
“Well, everybody here did, so you guys could sing anything, something you like. No one will judge you”
“I’m judging me insane for being here.” Santana muttered.
“We could sing ‘say a little prayer’ like we used to do for Quinn’s mom when we practiced for the mini miss competitions.” Brittany suggested happily.
“B, you remember the pact we made never to talk about those competitions, you know, right after we burned the tapes.”
“Sure San… Oh right, sorry…that fire was pretty.”
“Anyway, Mr. Shue we chose our song.” Quinn said.
“Great! Take it away!”
“Take what away?”
“Just sing B”
The presentation went on quite well. Everybody applauded.
“That was great you guys! Rachel why don’t you show the new girls what you’ve been working on for the school presentation?”
“With pleasure Mr. Shuester. Fellow glee clubbers if you may join me?”
“ah shh push it”
‘Oh. MY. GOD. They are dry humping in front of us. Did she forget she’s not wearing underwear? Cause I certainly didn’t.’
Quinn looked around to see if anyone else noticed. Brittany was slowly clapping and swaying away with a lay smile on her face. ‘Nothing unusual there.’ Santana was looking angry. ‘Again nothing new.’ Mr. Shue had a longing look to his eyes. She will watch out for him, coach Sylvester did have his name on that predators list in her office.
As the performance went on Quinn couldn’t help but to begin to feel a little turned on again. The way Rachel’s hips moved. Her skirt riding up a little, not enough to show what Quinn knew was underneath. The sinful thoughts running through her head slowly ate away at her sanity. The things she could do to her. Sick dirty things. Bend her in positions she wasn’t even sure were possible. Take her in front of everybody. Show them what a dirty girl Rachel Berry really was. How she would scream for more like the little slut she was.
“That was great you guys! Just lets tone it down a little bit. It’s just a little too…sexual for the school performance, ok?”
“Sure Mr. Shue, we’ll work on it.” Finn said with a smile on his face.
Slowly, one by one every glee kid left until the only ones behind were Rachel gathering her music sheets and Quinn that had yet to move from her chair.
“You’re ok Quinn? You’re behaving weirdly since Spanish.”
“Shut up Berry.”
“I’m just…”
“I said shut up.” Quinn groaned as she stood up and made her way towards a confused looking brunette. The diva walked backwards trying to keep her distance from the glaring blonde until her back bumped against the side of the black piano.
“you’re scared Berry?” She groaned.
“N-no.”
“You should be. You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you Berry?” She said as she finally reached Rachel, pinning her against the piano with her body, her arms trapping her sides.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you’ll excuse me I’m late for ballet class.” She tried to get away from the girl only to be stopped by Quinn.
“Yes you do. Why are you doing this, uh? Why are you testing me? I’ve been a good girl. I behave, do my homework, my chores, say my prayers. Is it not enough? Why are you doing this to me? Making me feel this way. It’s your fault, right? It’s you, isn’t it? You should be punished. What do you want from me?” She asked losing control. Eyes clouded with lust and unshed tears.
“Quinn, you’re scaring me. Let me go.” Finally managing to get out of Quinn’s thigh grip, she takes a few steps towards the door only to be stopped again by the blonde throwing herself on her knees in front of her, hugging her legs, tears running down her face.
“Please! Please! Don’t go. Please fix me! You’re right! I’m weak. I know that now! You tested me. I failed. I don’t have control. I don’t deserve control. I’m a bad girl. A dirty girl.” Quinn buried her face to the front of the brunette’s skirt inhaling deeply, trying to catch her scent, her hands leaving the back of her toned legs to rest on her naked ass cheeks.
“Quinn!!??” Startled, the diva took a step back getting away from Quinn’s touch, falling on top of the piano bench. She felt betrayed by her body, which despite the blonde’s crazy behavior was got aroused by her touch.
“I’m a sinner. I’m dirty. I’m the one that should be punished.” She said while slowly taking her shirt of. “Please punish me Rachel. I’ve been bad.” The bra was next. “Make the sins go away.” She unzipped her skirt and took of her panties and shoes. “Punish me Rachel. Please punish me.”
Rachel was paralyzed. She didn’t know what to do. The sight of a naked Quinn begging her on her knees was making her wetter than she’s ever been. But what did she want? Punishment? For what?
Quinn crawled her way towards the diva putting her head on her lap. “Please Rachel make it go away.” Climbing more on top of the brunette, Quinn laid across her lap, displaying her pale back and round ass cheeks. “I’ve been a bad girl, Rachel, such a bad girl.”
Carefully as if afraid to break her the diva laid her hands on her pale back producing a sigh from the taller girl. Lowering her right hand to the soft skin of her behind she caressed her. “A-are you sure?”
“Please Rachel.” She whimpered.
The sound of the first slap resounded loudly on the empty classroom startling Rachel and making Quinn moan. “I-is this ok?”
“Thank you Rachel. Please don’t stop.”
Soon the room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin over and over again and Quinn’s occasional grunt of ‘harder’ and ‘more’. Quinn’s ass cheeks soon became red and Rachel’s hand was hurting from the spanking, making her movements sloppier. At one point her hand slipped downwards slapping Quinn’s wet sex making the girl yell. Gasping at how wet she was the diva let her hand cup her pussy. “Sorry.”
“It’s ok. Felt good.”
Unable to control herself Rachel ran her fingers through her wet folds, making her moan. Her own pussy was throbbing at the velvety feeling of the cheerios wetness. Finding her clit she ran her fingers in circles around it never quite touching it directly, making it stand out even more. Quinn was sweating by now, grunting loudly, her hips ondulating, trying to get a more direct contact with Rachel’s hand to her nub.
“Rach”
With her index finger the diva gently probed around her entrance. Slipping carefully inside, she was met with resistance, making the blonde whimper. Aware this was not the time or the place for this she slipped out and focused her attention on the little hard bud of nerves that was completely exposed distended out of its hood by now. Se experimented, flipping it up and down, drawing circles, sometimes pinching it, making the blonde make the most erotic of sounds. It wasn’t long before Quinn was at the brink of her very first orgasm.
“Ooohhh….oohh. Rach…aahhh…oh God..oh…what…ohh…there…oh..yes…
ooohhhhhh…..FUUUUCK!!!!
She saw white behind her closed eyelids as wave after delicious wave of pleasure rocked her body making her tremble. After a minute to recover she slid out of Rachel’s lap to the floor, kneeling between her legs.
“Thank you Rachel.” Looking deeply in to the divas eyes she got her head closer to hers. Rachel met her half way, their lips meeting for the first time. It was a sweet kiss. Unrushed. Lips getting familiarized with each other. Shy tongues coming out to taste. Lazy hands running down a smooth naked back or locked on dark silky hair. Soon enough both were breathing hard again. Their kisses getting hungrier, more desperate. Quinn’s lips descended on Rachel’s jaw and neck with open mouthed kisses. Sucking on her pulse point, nipping on her collarbone. Her hands left the brunette’s hair making their way under the girl’s shirt, cupping her perky breasts, pinching her nipples. Scratching her abs on her way down, she got a hold on the divas hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bench.
“Let me repay you.” She said as she pushed Rachel’s skirt up on her thighs. She kissed each inner thigh, suckling, marking her, making Rachel whimper. As she got closer to her target she couldn’t help but to take a moment to absorb the heavy scent of lust Rachel was emanating. Her mouth watered. She needed to take her. Make her hers. The moment her tongue first made contact with Rachel’s womanhood she knew she was in heaven. She lapped away at the diva’s pussy, drinking all of her juices like her life depended on it. She teased her hole with the tip of her tongue for a while before taking broad strokes from entrance to clit, making Rachel groan and buck her hips towards her.
“Please Quinn.” She didn’t even know what she was begging for, but she knew she needed it now.
Grabbing so hard at the singer’s hips she knew the would be a mark later on, Quinn focused all her attention to the hard distended nub on top of her sex. Alternating long broad strokes with fast licks. Sometimes drawing circles. Sometimes sucking it in her mouth while humming.
“Baby please…. so close…oohh please…ohh!”
“Say my name.”*Lick.* “Say my name.” *Suckle*
“Ooohhhh Quinn….oh fuuuck …aahh…OOOOHHHH…..QUIIIIINN!”
Flicking her tongue wildly, Quinn dragged her teeth on her clit the sucked it in her mouth taking the diva over the edge. Her body shaking with muscles spasms before going limp. Quinn continued to lick her slowly prolonging her orgasm until the diva lazily pushed her head away, too sensitive to continue. She pulled Quinn up to the bench end kissed her slowly.
“That was…wow.”
“Rachel Berry is speechless?”
“Not funny. You broke me.”
Smiling, Quinn took her time looking at the girl in front of her. The girl that made her feel all those things. Things she was always taught was wrong, sinful. Things that lead you to hell, made you a bad girl. Punishable things. Because a girl can’t feel those things for another girl. But maybe those things weren’t so bad. Maybe her parents were wrong, because it feels too good, too right to be wrong. ‘She’s too beautiful to be the devil.’ And if she feels like she deserves to be punished every now and then, well then, that spanking session wasn’t so bad.
“By the way, you’re supposed to meet my fathers and ask for permission before you can take me out on a date. A little hint: Dad will be nice, but Daddy will put the fear of God into you, his very protective of me.”
‘Oh, there’s the punishment.’