Crime and punishment 1/2
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.
Mondays were Quinn’s favorite day of the week. On Mondays school started again after the weekend, and high school was her domain. There she was the queen bee, the students parted like the red sea for her to pass. One look from her was enough to make or break someone. She was in control, she had the power. And it felt damn good.
Dating the quarterback of the football team just added to her status. Finn might have been annoying in a lost dumb puppy dog way, but he was easy to manipulate and didn’t try to push her boundaries when it came to sex. He was good looking and all but she just didn’t feel it. Blaming it on her faith was an easy way to keep boys at bay. At least until she finds the right one that is. An incredibly handsome, talent, intelligent, rich, christian boy who will sweep her of her feet and get her well away from this loser town. She will feel it then. She was sure of it.
Walking down the hallway on the way to her locker she felt someone bumping on her back making her drop her notebook. Turning around she saw Rachel Berry getting on her knees to collect the notebook. God, Berry! That girl! Something about her just got to Quinn’s nerves. Ever since first day of class in kindergarden when Rachel sat next to her and offered to let her borough her crayons. Quinn took them and never gave them back. When it was break time Quinn pushed Rachel face down in the sandbox while the other kids laughed and Rachel cried. Quinn made sure Rachel cried every school day since. She still has those crayons in a box in her closet at home, along with some drawings and the cup of the first slushie she tossed at her face.
“Watch where you’re going Manhands!”
“Sorry Quinn. I tripped.”
“Of course you did with those gigantic tranny feet of yours.”
There was a crowd looking by now. A blushing Rachel handed the notebook back to Quinn and walked away fast towards her classroom. How dare the midget bump into her like that? Touch her. Touch her notebook with her dirty little sinner’s hands. Parading around in those short plaid skirts, knee socks, like some kind of dirty old men school girl fetish. Spreading sinful thoughts on school grounds. On her. Making her drawn disgusting pictures on the bathroom walls. No, but those were so she would she what she was. Quinn was helping her see the perversion of her ways. Making her see the need for change. Yes. That’s it. Quinn was going to turn her to the path of righteousness, whatever it took. Starting by that awful outfit of hers.
“Karofsky!”
Closing his locker on the other side of the corridor he slowly made his way to her side.
“Yeah Quinn?”
She turned to him looking sweetly in his eyes. “Could you do me a big favor?”
“Sure”
“You know that Berry girl, right? The one with the gay dads?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, she has been saying some things around school about your masculinity that I’m sure cannot be true. Such a strong manly boy like yourself. I tried to stop her, but you know how it is.”
Karofsky was seeing red. Breaking into a sweat he started to look around for the girl. “I’ll kill her!”
“No! That won’t be necessary. I believe just the enough amount of humiliation will be enough to put her in her place and stop her from spreading those awful rumors about you, a male stripper and a goat.”
“God! What do I do?”
“Gather the football and the hockey team. This will be the biggest slushie shower in the history of Mckinley high.”
Walking to her locker by the end of first period Rachel found herself surrounded by at least twenty jocks all holding two cup full of slushies. Trying to avoid what she knew was unavoidable she turned to being as polite and joyful as she could to charm her way away from harms way.
“Hello boys! How are we on this glorious morning? Well, I trust? Perhaps I could interest you all to enroll in glee club? We are just getting started but I assure you we are going places. Finn, the quarterback, just joined! No? Not now? Ok! Maybe on another occasion, yes? Well, I’ll be on my way now, wont get in your way, you all look thirsty. I’ll let you to enjoy you frosty beverages.” Holding her bag closer she tries to make her way trough the jocks, silently praying for a teacher to appear.
“Not so fast freak. You are in need of a reminder of where you belong in the food chain. And that’s on the lower rank. Where you barely get to breath the same air as us, much less talk to us or about us” Karofsky snarled at her, his face red in anger. At his nod all the jocks threw their slushies at her. Drowning her in the red cherry icy beverage from head to toe.
“Remember this freak. See ya.” He said with a smirk throwing his empty cup in her head. They all left high fiving each other and laughing.
Shaking from the cold and with silent tears running down her face she made her way to her locker to retrieve her slushie kit. This year she came prepared with an extra set of clothes. Grabbing it she went to the girl’s locker rooms to shower and change. Luckily she had a free period next so she wouldn’t miss any class. Meanwhile, a blonde head cheerleader watched from the end of the hallway with a satisfied smile on her face. That should take care of those horrible clothes. When the singer went to the girl’s locker room Quinn waited a little before following, preparing a speech in her mind to further humiliate the girl. Going in she didn’t see her on any of the benches. Looking around she couldn’t find her anywhere until she went to the shower area. She could hear a shower running. Going further in she noticed that the girl was using the last stall, the one with the almost transparent plastic curtain. Slowly she made her way closer to the stall, like pulled by a magnetic field. With her back pressed against the opposite wall she could see the outline of Rachel’s body behind the curtain. The steam made it impossible to see clearly but it was close enough. She saw the outline of a curved tanned ass, her back, wet dark hair clinging to it. Long toned legs. Her breathing became heavier, like the air around her disappeared. She was sweating by then. ‘When did it become so hot in here?’ Her legs felt weak so she slid to the floor. Why was she here? She should leave, but the weird heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach was stopping her. ‘What is this?’ Rachel bended down to pick something on the floor and Quinn could see the side of her left breast. It made a throbbing feeling begin between her legs and she gasped. Thankfully the singer didn’t hear it through the sounds of the water. Quinn couldn’t help herself; her right hand slowly made its way between her legs. She knew it was a sin. She will go to hell. But she couldn’t stop. As soon as her fingers made the first contact on the wet patch on her panties the shower stopped. Terrified Quinn quickly and as silently as she could, crawled back to the locker room. Hiding behind a locker she saw through a crack between two lockers as the brunette sat on a bench wrapped around a white towel, rummaging through her bag, taking out folded clothes. A white button-down shirt, a plaid black and red skirt, matching knee socks and shoes. She continued to go through her bag, looking desperate.
“Oh no! No! It has to be here! Dammit! How could I forget?”
Quinn’s heart was beating wildly in her chest. ‘What’s going on? God, why does she have to look so beautiful? No. Not beautiful. No, can’t think like this. No, Finn. Think of Finn. He is your boyfriend. He is handsome. Treasure trail is, is, an abomination. Yes, that’s what she is. She is the devil, and she is tempting you. But you’re stronger. Yes. You’re stronger. Oh no, she’s naked again!’ Rachel dropped the towel and was putting on her skirt and shirt. When she finished with those she turned around to put her foot up on the bench and put on her socks, giving Quinn a clear view under her skirt from behind. Quinn stopped breathing. She felt dizzy, faint. ‘Oh God. Oh God. No panties. Why? Oh God, please.”
Straightening up and putting on her shoes. Rachel took a look down herself pleased. “No one will notice the lack of underwear, right? The skirt is long enough and the shirt is tick. Yes, it’s ok. I’ll just be careful not to bend over and things will be alright.” She took the rest of her stuff and left the room.
Quinn’s sure she will die. She couldn’t shake the image of Rachel bent over the bench from her mind. She felt weak, hot, the throbbing between her thighs becoming painful, and her heart a mile an hour. She wasn’t strong enough. Banging her head against the locker she began to chant. “Hail Mary full of grace…”
When it got to the lunch period Quinn had managed to get herself together. Well sort of. There was a small daydream incident in math, but she was sure no one noticed. She wiped the drool pretty quickly.
Sitting in front of Santana and Brittany at a cafeteria table Quinn felt safe. This was her domain. She was in control and no one could take it from her. Not even Santana try as she might.
“Hello, fellow students!” The diva said sitting carefully next to Quinn at the table. The head cheerio only stared open mouthed.
Narrowing her eyes Santana whipped her ponytail and crossed her arms. “Do you have a death wish midget? Cause if you do I suggest you take a razor blade and go at it at the second floor bathroom. No one goes there. They wouldn’t find you for weeks.”
“But that’s our nookie bathroom San!” Brittany whispered loudly in the Latina’s ear looking sad.
“Not now B.”
Quinn was paralyzed. ‘What? How long has this been going on? Her own friends? How did it get to this? No, this was wrong. They wouldn’t do this. No. They were under bad influences. Someone was making they behave like this. Making they sin. Yes. Yes, it was clear now. It was all her fault. She was the one. She was a bad influence. Why, just this morning she was making her feel those disgusting things. Making her body react that way. Yes, it was all Berry’s fault and she would pay’.
“Anyway…as I was saying, I came here to offer you all a marvelous opportunity to broadcast your talents. I know you are great dancers from cheerios and I have on good authority that you can sing, for I heard you guys in the shower after gym class. Sure you lack my years of vocal training and tend to go sharp most of the time, but it’s nothing we can’t work on with some practice.”
“Are you going somewhere with this treasure trail?” Santana was seriously considering shoving her fork in her ear. Or maybe in Berry’s ear, yeah that was better.
“Glee club! We are looking for new members.”
“Yeah…gonna have to pass, you see we don’t do social suicide.”
“But San it sounds fun”
“We’ll join.” Quinn said. Santana looked like she just had a minor stroke. ‘Why did I say that? Berry tricked me. Yes, she tricked me. She came here, sat down next to me with her top buttons opened, knowing that I could see her nipples from my position. It’s all a plan. To test me. To make me weak. It’s working. No. It’ won’t work. I’ll bring her down on her own territory. Destroy her in her own precious little club.’
“Great!! I’ll see all of you at the choir room at four.” Rachel left the table with an accomplished smile on her face.
“Yay!!! We’re gonna sing S!!”
“Have you gone insane Fabray?”
“Yeah…I think I have.” Quinn stood up to leave Santana to deal with an excited Brittany, who was making a list of all the songs she wanted to sing.
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.
Mondays were Quinn’s favorite day of the week. On Mondays school started again after the weekend, and high school was her domain. There she was the queen bee, the students parted like the red sea for her to pass. One look from her was enough to make or break someone. She was in control, she had the power. And it felt damn good.
Dating the quarterback of the football team just added to her status. Finn might have been annoying in a lost dumb puppy dog way, but he was easy to manipulate and didn’t try to push her boundaries when it came to sex. He was good looking and all but she just didn’t feel it. Blaming it on her faith was an easy way to keep boys at bay. At least until she finds the right one that is. An incredibly handsome, talent, intelligent, rich, christian boy who will sweep her of her feet and get her well away from this loser town. She will feel it then. She was sure of it.
Walking down the hallway on the way to her locker she felt someone bumping on her back making her drop her notebook. Turning around she saw Rachel Berry getting on her knees to collect the notebook. God, Berry! That girl! Something about her just got to Quinn’s nerves. Ever since first day of class in kindergarden when Rachel sat next to her and offered to let her borough her crayons. Quinn took them and never gave them back. When it was break time Quinn pushed Rachel face down in the sandbox while the other kids laughed and Rachel cried. Quinn made sure Rachel cried every school day since. She still has those crayons in a box in her closet at home, along with some drawings and the cup of the first slushie she tossed at her face.
“Watch where you’re going Manhands!”
“Sorry Quinn. I tripped.”
“Of course you did with those gigantic tranny feet of yours.”
There was a crowd looking by now. A blushing Rachel handed the notebook back to Quinn and walked away fast towards her classroom. How dare the midget bump into her like that? Touch her. Touch her notebook with her dirty little sinner’s hands. Parading around in those short plaid skirts, knee socks, like some kind of dirty old men school girl fetish. Spreading sinful thoughts on school grounds. On her. Making her drawn disgusting pictures on the bathroom walls. No, but those were so she would she what she was. Quinn was helping her see the perversion of her ways. Making her see the need for change. Yes. That’s it. Quinn was going to turn her to the path of righteousness, whatever it took. Starting by that awful outfit of hers.
“Karofsky!”
Closing his locker on the other side of the corridor he slowly made his way to her side.
“Yeah Quinn?”
She turned to him looking sweetly in his eyes. “Could you do me a big favor?”
“Sure”
“You know that Berry girl, right? The one with the gay dads?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, she has been saying some things around school about your masculinity that I’m sure cannot be true. Such a strong manly boy like yourself. I tried to stop her, but you know how it is.”
Karofsky was seeing red. Breaking into a sweat he started to look around for the girl. “I’ll kill her!”
“No! That won’t be necessary. I believe just the enough amount of humiliation will be enough to put her in her place and stop her from spreading those awful rumors about you, a male stripper and a goat.”
“God! What do I do?”
“Gather the football and the hockey team. This will be the biggest slushie shower in the history of Mckinley high.”
Walking to her locker by the end of first period Rachel found herself surrounded by at least twenty jocks all holding two cup full of slushies. Trying to avoid what she knew was unavoidable she turned to being as polite and joyful as she could to charm her way away from harms way.
“Hello boys! How are we on this glorious morning? Well, I trust? Perhaps I could interest you all to enroll in glee club? We are just getting started but I assure you we are going places. Finn, the quarterback, just joined! No? Not now? Ok! Maybe on another occasion, yes? Well, I’ll be on my way now, wont get in your way, you all look thirsty. I’ll let you to enjoy you frosty beverages.” Holding her bag closer she tries to make her way trough the jocks, silently praying for a teacher to appear.
“Not so fast freak. You are in need of a reminder of where you belong in the food chain. And that’s on the lower rank. Where you barely get to breath the same air as us, much less talk to us or about us” Karofsky snarled at her, his face red in anger. At his nod all the jocks threw their slushies at her. Drowning her in the red cherry icy beverage from head to toe.
“Remember this freak. See ya.” He said with a smirk throwing his empty cup in her head. They all left high fiving each other and laughing.
Shaking from the cold and with silent tears running down her face she made her way to her locker to retrieve her slushie kit. This year she came prepared with an extra set of clothes. Grabbing it she went to the girl’s locker rooms to shower and change. Luckily she had a free period next so she wouldn’t miss any class. Meanwhile, a blonde head cheerleader watched from the end of the hallway with a satisfied smile on her face. That should take care of those horrible clothes. When the singer went to the girl’s locker room Quinn waited a little before following, preparing a speech in her mind to further humiliate the girl. Going in she didn’t see her on any of the benches. Looking around she couldn’t find her anywhere until she went to the shower area. She could hear a shower running. Going further in she noticed that the girl was using the last stall, the one with the almost transparent plastic curtain. Slowly she made her way closer to the stall, like pulled by a magnetic field. With her back pressed against the opposite wall she could see the outline of Rachel’s body behind the curtain. The steam made it impossible to see clearly but it was close enough. She saw the outline of a curved tanned ass, her back, wet dark hair clinging to it. Long toned legs. Her breathing became heavier, like the air around her disappeared. She was sweating by then. ‘When did it become so hot in here?’ Her legs felt weak so she slid to the floor. Why was she here? She should leave, but the weird heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach was stopping her. ‘What is this?’ Rachel bended down to pick something on the floor and Quinn could see the side of her left breast. It made a throbbing feeling begin between her legs and she gasped. Thankfully the singer didn’t hear it through the sounds of the water. Quinn couldn’t help herself; her right hand slowly made its way between her legs. She knew it was a sin. She will go to hell. But she couldn’t stop. As soon as her fingers made the first contact on the wet patch on her panties the shower stopped. Terrified Quinn quickly and as silently as she could, crawled back to the locker room. Hiding behind a locker she saw through a crack between two lockers as the brunette sat on a bench wrapped around a white towel, rummaging through her bag, taking out folded clothes. A white button-down shirt, a plaid black and red skirt, matching knee socks and shoes. She continued to go through her bag, looking desperate.
“Oh no! No! It has to be here! Dammit! How could I forget?”
Quinn’s heart was beating wildly in her chest. ‘What’s going on? God, why does she have to look so beautiful? No. Not beautiful. No, can’t think like this. No, Finn. Think of Finn. He is your boyfriend. He is handsome. Treasure trail is, is, an abomination. Yes, that’s what she is. She is the devil, and she is tempting you. But you’re stronger. Yes. You’re stronger. Oh no, she’s naked again!’ Rachel dropped the towel and was putting on her skirt and shirt. When she finished with those she turned around to put her foot up on the bench and put on her socks, giving Quinn a clear view under her skirt from behind. Quinn stopped breathing. She felt dizzy, faint. ‘Oh God. Oh God. No panties. Why? Oh God, please.”
Straightening up and putting on her shoes. Rachel took a look down herself pleased. “No one will notice the lack of underwear, right? The skirt is long enough and the shirt is tick. Yes, it’s ok. I’ll just be careful not to bend over and things will be alright.” She took the rest of her stuff and left the room.
Quinn’s sure she will die. She couldn’t shake the image of Rachel bent over the bench from her mind. She felt weak, hot, the throbbing between her thighs becoming painful, and her heart a mile an hour. She wasn’t strong enough. Banging her head against the locker she began to chant. “Hail Mary full of grace…”
When it got to the lunch period Quinn had managed to get herself together. Well sort of. There was a small daydream incident in math, but she was sure no one noticed. She wiped the drool pretty quickly.
Sitting in front of Santana and Brittany at a cafeteria table Quinn felt safe. This was her domain. She was in control and no one could take it from her. Not even Santana try as she might.
“Hello, fellow students!” The diva said sitting carefully next to Quinn at the table. The head cheerio only stared open mouthed.
Narrowing her eyes Santana whipped her ponytail and crossed her arms. “Do you have a death wish midget? Cause if you do I suggest you take a razor blade and go at it at the second floor bathroom. No one goes there. They wouldn’t find you for weeks.”
“But that’s our nookie bathroom San!” Brittany whispered loudly in the Latina’s ear looking sad.
“Not now B.”
Quinn was paralyzed. ‘What? How long has this been going on? Her own friends? How did it get to this? No, this was wrong. They wouldn’t do this. No. They were under bad influences. Someone was making they behave like this. Making they sin. Yes. Yes, it was clear now. It was all her fault. She was the one. She was a bad influence. Why, just this morning she was making her feel those disgusting things. Making her body react that way. Yes, it was all Berry’s fault and she would pay’.
“Anyway…as I was saying, I came here to offer you all a marvelous opportunity to broadcast your talents. I know you are great dancers from cheerios and I have on good authority that you can sing, for I heard you guys in the shower after gym class. Sure you lack my years of vocal training and tend to go sharp most of the time, but it’s nothing we can’t work on with some practice.”
“Are you going somewhere with this treasure trail?” Santana was seriously considering shoving her fork in her ear. Or maybe in Berry’s ear, yeah that was better.
“Glee club! We are looking for new members.”
“Yeah…gonna have to pass, you see we don’t do social suicide.”
“But San it sounds fun”
“We’ll join.” Quinn said. Santana looked like she just had a minor stroke. ‘Why did I say that? Berry tricked me. Yes, she tricked me. She came here, sat down next to me with her top buttons opened, knowing that I could see her nipples from my position. It’s all a plan. To test me. To make me weak. It’s working. No. It’ won’t work. I’ll bring her down on her own territory. Destroy her in her own precious little club.’
“Great!! I’ll see all of you at the choir room at four.” Rachel left the table with an accomplished smile on her face.
“Yay!!! We’re gonna sing S!!”
“Have you gone insane Fabray?”
“Yeah…I think I have.” Quinn stood up to leave Santana to deal with an excited Brittany, who was making a list of all the songs she wanted to sing.