Hello friends,

Here I am with another story! I am so grateful to all of you who read Baby Steps. This is my newest idea and latest creation. This is a pre-established world, as you will come to find out. Things are explained along the way as the story goes on. If you have any questions about characters, I will gladly accept PM's to answer your questions. That's going to be the easiest way to tackle that I think.

This story will be the 6 - 8 week story of how Rachel comes to be the fourth pet to Master Will Schuester and Mistress Shelby Corcoran, who are conveniently husband and wife. They have three young pets who, depending on their mood refer to them as Daddy and Mama.

I will be describing various things in this story, any crazy sexual things will be given as a warning. For this chapter there is MENTION of bruising, and auto erotic asphyxiation. READ CAREFULLY if you are easily triggered!

I wish those who were able to celebrate, a happy labor day and everyone else...Happy Monday! All reviews are welcome, :)

Be well my friends

Will and Shelby sat in the back corner of the dimly let room. There were a great number of people in the room and Shelby sighed. She'd lost track of her precious girls and that bothered her. "They're fine darling," Will said almost reading her mind, sliding in close to her and wrapping her in a hug.

"I can't see them. I worry," she said. "Parties can be too much for them. They regress when they get overwhelmed. I want to give them freedom, and still protect them. They are our pets," she said protectively.

Will smiled and leaned in, kissing his wife. "You just don't want to have to spank anyone tonight for bad behavior so that you and I can play when we get home," he said taking her hand in his, lacing their fingers, and kissing her palm softly. She shivered happily while he continued to scan the room for their girls. "Did you play?" he asked her. "You've been sitting here all night, watching the girls, have you played with anyone? Accepted any offers? Dressed like that, I can't imagine you didn't get any offers," he told her.

Shelby gave a coy smile and shook her head. Her husband, partner, and Master, was always complimenting her. Her corset was black and tight. It pushed up her breasts just enough to make them look two cup sizes bigger than they were. Her dark hair cascaded in waves, falling just below her shoulders and her makeup was perfect.

"Sanny?" he asked gently touching her face, indicating he meant her make up.

"Quinnie. She said Mama had to look perfect," Shelby said smiling. She was so proud of her girls. "And to answer you question, no, I haven't played. I stayed here to keep an eye on our girls. Do you remember what happened the first time we went to a party?" she asked. "And now I can't see them. In five minutes I'm going on a search," she said.

"I remember what happened the first time," he said almost sadly and the he gently pat Shelby's long, fishnet covered leg. "We've taught them though. They know better now, and our girls have been well behaved for quite some time now," he said thoughtfully.

"Mmmm, that's what worries me. Give them an inch and they'll run a mile," she said continuing to scan the room. "I love our girls, they are well behaved and we are complimented often on them. They each hold down steady jobs, and have studied hard to keep us happy, but they are still, by all standards babies, and the only one who can hurt my babies, is me," she said and he raised an eyebrow at her. "Well you too," she giggled. "Now, keep scanning for the girls. Two more minutes and I'm going searching. Both Cody and Miranda are here, I'm not letting either of them get too personal with my girls, if I can help it," she said seriously.

Will smiled. Shelby was in full Mama Bear mode and he loved that about her. She was so protective of her family and it turned him on. It also helped that their three "little girls" who were now living to "serve" him, turned him on too. They had since they had come into his and Shelby's care six months ago. Three weeks into their living arrangement, Madam Sylvester hosted a party and it hadn't gone as well as Will and Shelby had hoped. The girls had gotten overwhelmed with the number of people and all the different sex-capades that were going on in the room. They'd forgotten their manners rather quickly and the training had to be picked up with great intensity. Will hadn't forgotten. He had also sat the girls down for a lecture earlier in the day while Shelby was lying out clothes for them and getting each of them bathed before they went. There had been warnings, if they displeased their Master or Mistress, or had a bad report come back from anyone they played with, they would be dealt with immediately. None of them had wanted that, expressing that with great enthusiasm once the word spanking had been thrown into the conversation.

"Head's up, I see Bree," he said and Shelby looked over to see Brittany walking toward them. She was naked, except for some pasties covering her nipples, and a thong. Brittany always liked to dress herself for parties, however she chose outfits that left very little to the imagination. It was the reason Shelby had chosen all the girls' outfits for the night. Shelby frowned. She had put her little love in a very short plaid skort, that just covered her ass and a white tube top as well. Those items were gone now. She knew she'd get them back the next morning once the party had been cleaned up. An email would go out from the host or hostess, in this case, Madam Sylvester, but the fact that someone took her clothes was what concerned Shelby in the first place. It had meant that Brittany played with another pet rather than a Master or Mistress. The pets never cared how other pets were returned to their "owners", they were just glad to play. They also usually threw caution to the wind. Safety was never a top concern for the pets.

"Hi Daddy," Brittany smiled walking over and settling her nearly naked self on her Master's lap.

"Well hello there my baby girl," he smiled gathering her closer to him. She smiled when his warm hands covered parts of her flesh. She loved when he touched her. She loved when Shelby touched her too. They both took such meticulous and precise care of their pets. "Are you having fun at the party?" he asked her.

Madame Sylvester had invited every Master and Mistress she knew, along with their pets to her mansion in Lima for a party. There were over three hundred people at this party and while it was a great meeting experience, Shelby knew her girls. Her girls were horny most of the time, which was partially the fault of their Master and Mistress for keeping them excited so often, and partially due to the fact that they were young women who loved to have sex. Most days the three of them did anything and everything they could to please their Master and Mistress when around others. They were polite and showed the proper respect to anyone they met. However, at a party, things could get out of control very quickly. New people, new rules, and if the girls were with strict and less than tolerant Masters and Mistresses, they could very well slip out of line quickly, even by accident, and become severely punished. Shelby and Will knew how to handle their girls and when the parties were at their house, the girls did fabulously well. When they were out at a party however, sometimes, things could go very wrong, very quickly, but Shelby didn't like to, or want to, smother them, so she would always let them run off and find somewhere to play but somehow keep a close eye on them. They'd been practicing for a while as well. Small parties were held every so often, and some play dates involving people who had varying levels of strictness. It was all to help the girls better develop, but they were for all intents and purposes, still babies even after these past six months.

"Did you have fun baby girl?" Shelby asked seeing a few faint bruises, starting to form on Brittany's side, even in the dim light. That angered Shelby. She knew it happened. She had even given them some bruises over time, but her blood would always boil slightly when she found bruises on her babies that had been delivered from other people.

"Yes Mama," Brittany smiled and she put her head on Will's shoulder and looked at her Mistress.

"Baby Bree, look at me," Will said kindly and she sat up a bit straighter on his lap and looked at him expectantly. "You came to this party, wearing a lot more than this. Where are the rest of your clothes," he said and she nodded.

"Yes Daddy. I was playing with Matt and Kyle," she said knowing he wanted to know that answer.

"You played with both of them?" Shelby asked quickly, her radar going on full alert and Brittany nodded.

"Yes Mama."

"At the same time?" she asked raising an eyebrow at her little girl.

"No Mama. Sanny was with me at first, and she played with Kyle and I played with Matt, and then we were going to switch, but it got all messed up somehow, because Sanny went off to play with Miss Kelly I think, and I was a little bit distracted when I saw Aunt Terri and Quinnie come by and talk to us for a bit," she said thoughtfully.

"Do you know where Sanny ended up, or rather who she ended up with?" Shelby asked.

"No Mama. You're not mad are you Mama?" she asked. She could see that her Mistress was looking at her with scrutiny. Shelby wanted to make sure her baby was okay, but Brittany understood that look to mean that Shelby was disappointed somehow in Brittany's behavior.

"Mama's not mad baby. Not at all," Shelby said and she pulled her naked pet into her arms, cuddling her for a moment. She combed her fingers through her long blonde hair and rubbed her back gently. Then she laid Brittany face down over her lap. Brittany gasped, but didn't struggle against her. This rule had been established within their first hour of living together. Will and Shelby could and would spank their girls for any reason, any time. Usually it was just a quick over the knee spanking, for one of many reasons. They were either misbehaving and deserved it, or Will and Shelby simply wanted to play with and tease their sex-starved little girls for some reason. "Lay still baby girl," Shelby instructed her seriously and carefully ran her hand over Brittany's flesh. She was checking for serious injuries and more severe bruises. Sometimes people got carried away and if it had happened, Shelby wanted to get it cleared up immediately. The bruises on her side were not as bad as Shelby originally thought, they were mostly caused by shadows from the light filtering through. "Who does this beautiful body belong to?" Shelby asked her, being sure to let her fingers linger around Brittany's ass and low back, two of Brittany's erogenous zones. She knew all the spots that turned Brittany on.

"You and Daddy, Mama," Brittany smiled and Shelby nodded her approval.

"Good girl Brittany," she praised. Once she was satisfied with the back side of her body, Shelby carefully turned her over onto her back and began examining her front. Brittany was now resting her head in her Mama's lap and the lower half of her body was stretched out over Will's lap. He would have helped to examine her too, but Shelby was in much too protective a state for him to interrupt her. Shelby found a light green and yellow bruise on her neck and traced it carefully. "What did you play with?" she asked her.

"Um," Brittany said thinking carefully. "Kyle said he wanted to try auto fixating," she said and then she shook her head no. She knew that was the wrong description.

"Look at Mama," Shelby said seriously, but her voice was kind. "Say," she commanded and Brittany fell quiet, her eyes going to Shelby's mouth immediately. "Auto erotic asphyxiation," she said slowly. Brittany nodded and repeated the phrase. "Good girl. Did you like it?" Shelby asked.

"No Mama. I said apples very fast and Kyle stopped," she told her.

"Would you like to work on it?" Shelby offered.

"No Mama. It was a little bit scary," she told her honestly. "But if it will make you happy, I will try," she said, saying what she knew would make her Miss happiest.

Shelby smiled and pet the side of Brittany's face, kissing the center of her forehead. "That's alright my darling. I think my baby girls are still too young for that," Shelby said honestly and Brittany simply laid against her Mistress. "Do you know where your sisters went?" she asked her, helping her to sit up properly, and then examining her thighs and feet carefully. She hit the one sensitive spot that was on Brittany's left thigh and the girl shuddered with delight. "Be still little one and answer Mama's question," she said.

"I saw Quinnie go with Aunt Terri, and Sanny found me when I was with Kyle. She said she was going to play puppy dog," Brittany said and Shelby went tense immediately.

"I'm on it, stay here," Will said and he quickly stood up. Puppy dog was a game that some of the more aggressive pets played, which was usually fine. However, there were two Masters who played puppy dog and took it to the extreme and if Sanny was with them, things would not go well, especially when it came to Santana and her fierce attitude.

"I was naughty Mama?" Brittany asked as Will left very quickly.

"No baby girl, you haven't been naughty, at least not now," Shelby assured her and Brittany nodded, curled up slightly on Shelby's lap and rested against her Mistress. Playing with Matt and Kyle had taken a lot of energy out of her. Shelby let her rest for a few minutes, but she kept wiggling around. Shelby was too tense, worrying about who Santana might have fallen into play with. Her worry was throughout her body and Brittany picked up on it. "Alright little one, time to get a snack," she said helping Brittany to her feet and rubbing her back gently. "Go to the snack table. I want you back here with a plate of fruit and some cheeses. No chocolate. You may select what you enjoy most but I want at least three apple slices, and three slices of cheese," Shelby said and as she spoke, she firmly patted Brittany's bottom. She loved getting her girls excited while sending them off to perform a simple task. It usually made them have to concentrate harder. They also usually messed up a bit, which required a spanking, so either way, Shelby had her little one over her knee, which made her happy. She loved the control she had over her pets.

Brittany nodded and went off to gather the plate as asked. She smiled to herself as she walked. Her Mama, her Mistress, always made her feel so good. She was so attentive and Brittany was thrilled that Shelby took such interest in them, even after these six months. It was nice to get the little spankings and affection and attention that she and her 'sisters' hadn't gotten from where they'd come from. She walked herself to the snack table and made her selections while Terri moved in quickly. "My favorite sister in law," she said kissing Shelby's cheek lightly. "Beautiful make up," she said.

"Thank you. Quinnie did it," she said proudly.

"Why do you look so scared?" Terri asked her seriously, "and just so you know, I had Quinnie, but she went off with Master Joseph to play doctor patient," she smiled. "She's been properly prepped and I gave Joe specific instructions," she said.

Shelby nodded and smiled gratefully. "Bree is getting herself a plate and Will went to find Sanny. Bree said she went off to play puppy dog," Shelby said. Terri took her hand immediately and squeezed it as reassuringly as she could. Terri was a surgeon and the head doctor of this particular circle of Masters and Mistresses. They hired her for their on call physician. She knew exactly how dangerous and out of hand puppy dog could get.

"Those men haven't been at a party in I can't tell you how long. I'm sure it was one of the pets who asked her to play and not them," she assured Shelby kindly. Brittany returned to her Mistress and knelt down at her feet, giving her the plate of food, her eyes looking hopefully at her Miss. There were three apple slices and three cheese slices, fanned out nicely in the middle and Shelby leaned in, giving her little one a kiss.

"Very good listening skills my darling," Shelby praised her and Brittany beamed up at her Miss.

"Thank you Mama. Hi Aunt Terri," she said.

"Hi baby," Terri said and she guided Brittany onto her lap. She had her sit and Brittany sort of sunk down a bit, resting her head on Terri's shoulder, glad to be cuddled.

"Here baby, you can stay cuddled, but you must eat," Shelby said and she handed Terri the plate, not Brittany. The first day, Brittany would have reached for the plate of food herself, but six months later, she knew better. At home she had a little more control of what and when she ate. At parties, the only control she had was to say when she was hungry, full, or refuse an option of food. If they asked her to try something, she was obligated to do so, even if she wasn't sure she'd like it. If they asked her if she wanted it, she could refuse. Terri smiled and guided Brittany to the floor. Brittany sat down, between Terri's legs and patiently waited for Terri to feed her. Terri carefully fed her what was on the plate, going slow. Usually the pets would play, then eat something too quickly, due to being hungry, and either get sick or pass out. It was always easy to spot an untrained pet. They were usually sleeping or sick in some part of the room somewhere.

Brittany was eating very well when Master Joseph returned with Quinn. He was carrying her bridal style and she was sleeping against him. Shelby let out a sigh and looked apologetic. It was believed that if a pet fell asleep during play, it was a poor reflection on their "owners". "No need to worry Shel, I forgot how well trained she is in denial and release. One orgasm and she was fighting to stay awake. Completely my fault. She did really well," Joseph said, still holding her. Quinn's initial desire had been orgasm control and denial. She'd read that the longer she held off an orgasm, and the more focused she was with her breathing, the stronger it would be. She worked hard with her Miss and Sir to achieve that. This was proof of that. Shelby's look of disappointment and apology quickly turned to pride at Joseph's explanation. Brittany wanted to be polite, but no one had addressed her yet, so she simply stayed quiet and let Terri continue to feed her slowly. "Where would you like her?" he asked.

"I'll take her," Shelby smiled and held out her arms. Joseph smiled and very carefully laid Quinn in her arms. Quinn wiggled a bit and then snuggled in close to Shelby and went back to sleep.

Joseph smiled and knelt down. "Hello there Brittany," he smiled at her and she smiled kindly with her eyes. She held her hand just over her mouth and waited.

"Hello Master Joseph," she smiled at him once she swallowed and Shelby nodded her approval.

"Are you being good for Mama and Aunt Terri?" he asked.

"I'm doing my best Sir," she said.

"She's doing an excellent job," Shelby said and Brittany looked at her with a wide, proud, happy smile. "Finish your plate baby girl," she told her and Quinn stirred slightly. Shelby was too tense and because of that, she wasn't comfortable for her girls. "I'm sorry Quinnie," she said adjusting her so she was sitting more on her lap, her bottom falling through the space between Shelby's legs and Shelby rubbed her back. "It's okay baby. You rest," she told her gently.

"What's with the nerves?" Joseph asked selecting an apple slice and feeding it to Brittany. He loved the little ones but didn't have the patience to train any of his own. His clientele at his club, kept him far too busy.

"I didn't think I was that transparent," she pouted.

"Oh please, you are the biggest Mama Bear in this place. You gave Kelly a run for her money and she has four pets," Terri said rolling her eyes and Brittany went tense. She didn't like fighting of any kind. Terri picked up on it and pet her hair gently while encouraging her to eat some more.

"My girls and my husband are my world and I found out that Sanny went off to play puppy dog," she said and Joseph nodded his understanding.

"I assume Will is off looking for her?" he asked and Shelby nodded. "I'll go help him," he said and with a kiss to all the ladies' cheeks, he left.

Shelby glanced at Brittany and saw worry and sorrow on her face. "I'm not mad baby girl. You didn't do anything wrong," she assured her, reading her little one's mind. If Santana thought Brittany tattled on her, she would be angry, and Brittany hated when her sisters were mad at her. If she had actually tattled, which she wasn't sure about at this point, then she would be spanked by Shelby or Will and it wouldn't be for fun. Telling on her sisters was a punishable offense and she knew it. Angering her Mama and Daddy, her Miss and Sir, that was just as bad and usually earned her a more powerful spanking. The physical spanking wasn't any more intense, but the emotional release of crying because she'd disappointed her Master and Mistress, her Mama and Daddy, that made it worse. In Brittany's mind, she'd done all of those things, just by answering a simple question, which she was required to do when asked a direct question and she could see her Mama was concerned about something. Being a pet was so hard sometimes.

"Here baby girl, last piece, do you want it?" Terri asked her kindly, holding up the strawberry to her lips and Brittany shook her head. She couldn't eat. She didn't feel good any more. She felt like a terrible little girl, who was going to get quite a spanking when she got home.

Shelby sighed and looked at Terri. "Switch," she said. Terri guided Brittany to her feet and Shelby passed Quinn over. "Come here baby," she told Brittany and she pulled her nearly naked little girl into her arms and held her close. Brittany tried to keep it together, but broke down into tears moments later. "Shhh, Mama's sorry baby," Shelby said and she gently guided Brittany to a bathroom, so she could calm her down and reassure her that she was not in trouble.

Will was calmly moving through the halls of the mansion. He knew where all the play rooms were and he was listening very carefully as he passed every door, just in case she had been taken to a room that wasn't designated for play. He heard lots of moaning and crying out, but none of it sounded especially painful, like someone was being hurt, and none of it sounded like Santana's voice. Feeling that sinking feeling, he knew his wife had been feeling moments before, he pressed on and finally he heard it.

"Not like that!" Santana said seriously.

"Well how else am I supposed to do it. It's four legs that need to be tied together," a voice said and Will stayed back for a moment. There was no power to the other voice, just annoyance. It was simply Santana and another pet, a male one, who seemed to just want to play.

"I don't know, but not there," she quipped and the other pet rolled his eyes, not that Will or Santana could see it.

"You're a pain you know that?" he grumbled and Will chuckled quietly. He didn't want to let anyone know he was there, but he was enjoying the small squabbling that was going on. It was a verbal tennis match to him. Santana was still young and inexperienced and apparently so was the guy she was playing with.

"Take that back! Santana said. "You asked me to play puppy and we did. Now I want to play rodeo, so do it!" she said.

"Every time I try, you tell me I'm wrong!"

Will thought that was an odd request. He and Shelby had never mentioned anything about a game called Rodeo. She'd gotten it from somewhere though and he was going to find out.

"It shouldn't hurt my spine! You have my feet jacked up in the air and my arms are up as well and I'm telling you it's hurting my spine, so you're doing it wrong. Didn't your Miss or Sir teach you, it's not supposed to hurt like this?" she asked.

"Santana," the guy whined at her.

"Harry," she whined back and Will thought for a moment. Harry was one of Kelly's little ones and someone that Santana knew pretty well, so at least there was that safety factor. He hadn't heard of rodeo before, but Kelly was known for tying up her little ones to get access to their bottoms. Kelly's focus was usually anal and all her little ones learned to love it. Maybe Santana got the idea from her. Kelly had watched the girls the week prior. Santana was the most curious of Will's girls and she would almost always try anything, but she always complained. It couldn't hurt. It couldn't leave her damaged. It couldn't be something that grossed her out. She always had restrictions instead of just going with it and calling her safe word if she needed to.

Will and Shelby knew what they were doing with her and always went super slow, but other people were not as careful with her and she made it known from the very beginning that she wasn't going to be having any of that. They played her way, or they didn't play at all. It seemed as though Santana was willing to experiment though and Will and Shelby always encouraged that, but their girls were taught, properly, carefully, they were even tested at times. Shelby and Will made sure their girls were nothing if not safe and always polite. Right now however, Santana wasn't sounding very polite and neither she nor Harry sounded safe to Will. However, he wanted them to learn things on their own, so he simply waited outside the room and pulled out his cell phone from his pants pocket. "I found Sanny, she's with Harry and they're trying to play rodeo," he texted to Shelby.

It lit up a few moments later and he frowned. "Bree thinks she's in trouble. I want to get her home and in bed. Quinnie had one orgasm while playing doctor/patient with Master Joseph and she's out like a light. Any chance you can speed things along please? Also, we don't play rodeo, so she better be in one piece when I get her in my care." He typed back a quick yes and took a few steps back from the room. "Santana!" he called kindly.

"Shhh," she hissed at Harry who was just about to try tying her up again. She waited a moment and he looked at her funny. "I think I heard my Sir," she said softly.

"Santana!" Will called again.

"In here Sir!" she called back to him and she started to wriggle around, wanting to help Harry undo the ropes around her ankles, but having her feet tied together above her body, made that harder.

Will walked in and simply smiled. "There you are. I've been looking for you. Is everything alright?" he asked kindly from the door way, enjoying watching her squirm for a moment.

"Yes Sir. We were trying to play rodeo, like my Miss taught me, and I haven't learnt the tying up part very well," Harry said honestly.

"Gee, ya think?" Santana snapped.

"Santana Aurora, apologize now!" Will ordered her and both of the pets jumped slightly at the sternness in Will's voice.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly and politely.

Will nodded and looked to Harry. "And you Harold, how many times have you practiced this before your Mama said she would let you practice on someone else?" Will asked as he helped him undo the ropes around Santana's ankles. He knew Harry very well. Kelly and her husband Justin were two of Will and Shelby's closest friends. The group of them always got together and if needed, "babysat" the others' pets in situations that required one couple to work long and late nights.

"Um, well she hasn't really Sir," he said and Will raised an eyebrow at him, making the young boy shiver and try to backpedal. "Well she did practice on me. She did show me how it was done, and I did pass her test on it, with my brother, but I haven't done it yet without her here, and she didn't actually say that I could," he told him honestly.

"So you thought it would be okay to put my little one in harm's way?" he asked.

"Daddy, I'm fine," Santana said.

"Quiet little girl, I will get to you in a minute. Harold, come here," Will said seriously and with a nervous gulp, he went over to the taller man who had backed away from the two of them now that Santana was untied. Will took a seat on the chair, he pulled into the middle of the room and pulled Harry over his knee. "Santana Aurora, you go into the corner right now and you look at nothing but the wall," Will said. He didn't mind if someone heard another's spanking, but he didn't like them watching it. He spanked him firmly and lectured him on the importance of safety. Once he finished, he stood Harry up, gave him another firm smack and sent him to the corner. He wanted his hands at his side, no rubbing, and he was to look nowhere else but the corner. "And you young lady," Will said and Santana very quickly found herself over her Daddy's knee getting the very same spanking and she fussed and kicked out wanting to get away. "Stop fussing little girl. You know much better than this. Who is to be in the room with you, when you're playing a game you have never played before?" he asked.

"Ow, ow ow!" she yelped softly. "You or Mama," she said loudly to be heard over the sound of the spanking.

"And did that happen?" he asked her sternly.

"No Sir," she answered. Her voice was sad, but she was only sad because she knew that she was in trouble, not because the game had stopped and when her Mama found out what had happened, which she would, Santana would be in even more trouble. Will spanked her the same as he had Harold, and then put her in a different corner. He gave her a firm reminder smack, to not rub. She had a tendency to do that more than her sisters.

"Harry, come here," Will said seriously and Harry did as told. He walked over to Will and hung his head.

"I'm sorry I displeased you Sir," he said and Will heard how genuine his words were.

"Well I thank you for that apology, that was very polite, but do you know why I spanked you?" he asked him kindly, helping him adjust his clothes and look more presentable.

"Because I played a game that I didn't know all about and neither did Santana and she could have been very hurt and no one would know, because we are back here," he said.

"That is correct. Kindly wait for me, just outside the door. I will return you to Kelly personally," he told him and Harry nodded and hung his head. He was toast when Kelly found out what had happened.

"Sanny, come here," he said seriously and she shuffled over to him, with her head down.

"I'm sorry Daddy," she said.

"What are you sorry for?" he asked her. Santana was always quick to apologize, but she was always mainly sorry she got caught, never for what she had actually done wrong.

"That I made you miss the rest of the party?" she guessed.

"Santana Aurora, I am very disappointed in your behavior. We are taking Harry back to Miss Kelly, and then we are finding Mama and going home," he said.

"But it's so early," she whined at him.

"Not for little girls," he said simply and he got her back into her clothes, glad she still had them with her, and lead her by the hand to the door. She was mad and now being petulant, but a sharp smack to her bottom from Will made her stop. He walked her to the door, took Harry's hand as well and lead them both back to the main room, where he knew his wife and two other little girls were waiting for him.

"Mama, I am so sorry," Brittany whimpered.

"Shhh," Shelby said kindly. She had taken Brittany back to the couch, wrapped her in her own light weight coat and had her sit on the floor between her legs. Quinn was sleeping curled up on the couch, next to Shelby and Brittany was whimpering quietly, trying to calm down. "Shhh," Shelby said, gently petting her little one's hair. "You're okay baby girl. Mama's not mad," she told her but Brittany didn't seem to believe her. Shelby kept her between her legs on the floor and continued to hush and coo to her little one. As soon as they got home, things would calm down. She'd have to spend a little while with Brittany at first, but that was fine by her. She loved her girls deeply and any excuse to get a little extra cuddle time in with them, one on one, that was never something she would object to.

Quinn wiggled and wormed a bit in her sleep and was easily calmed when her Mama's hand ran over her head, tugging lightly and soothingly on her blonde locks. Shelby looked up and saw an angry Santana and not so thrilled Will coming toward them. "Bree baby, look, Daddy," Shelby said gently and Brittany looked over to see Will and Santana approaching them.

"Daddy," she whimpered, getting up and all but running over to him. He caught her just in time and held her tight, rubbing her back and helping her calm down a little.

"What's wrong Bree?" Santana asked with genuine concern.

"Mama mad," she cried.

"Why," Santana snapped at Shelby.

"Excuse me little girl?" Shelby said back to Santana as she stood up and Santana took a step back. "I believe you and I will be having several conversations over the next twenty four hours," Shelby said and Santana tried not to gulp visibly. She didn't want to appear scared, but now she had angered her Mistress and that was never a smart thing to do.

"Why is Quinn on the couch?" Will asked kindly as he kept Brittany tight against him, swaying slightly with her.

"Terri was holding her, but her pager went off and she all but flew out of here," Shelby explained. "I would suggest we carry her, but I believe we have one who is a bit too fussy and one who can not be trusted," Shelby said directing her statements to the appropriate little girls and Santana tried to shrink back further. Shelby caught her wrist and pulled her close. "Look at me little girl," she said seriously. "I love you, and I am very glad you are safe, but you are in so much trouble for so many things. None of which will get overlooked," Shelby said sternly and Santana nodded, not looking thrilled about her impending punishment, or in her case punishments.

"Alright Shel, what would you like to do?" Will asked her kindly.

"If you can carry Quinnie, I will take Sanny and Bree and walk them to the car," she said calmly and he nodded. It sounded like a good idea to him.

"Bree honey, will you hold Daddy's keys?" he asked her.

"Was I bad Daddy?" she asked him.

"No baby. You didn't do anything wrong. You're okay," he told her gently. "Daddy needs you to hold the keys while you and Mama and Sanny walk to the car, that's all my love," he told her gently and she sniffled, but nodded. Will moved over to Quinn and carefully scooped her up into his arms and the five of them, said goodbye to Madam Sylvester, and then they walked to the car.

"Why does Bree get to hold the keys? I want to," Santana whined.

"Do you think Mama trusts naughty little girls?" Shelby asked her.

"I wasn't!" Santana whined getting a little angrier, but Shelby put a tighter grip on Santana's wrist, knowing she might try to run away from the situation.

"You absolutely were," Shelby said and Santana glared at her. "You went off to a play room and didn't tell anyone where you were. You played a game that you knew nothing about. You didn't have a Master or Mistress around to ensure your safety and you yelled at me."

Santana didn't say anything. She couldn't. She had painted herself into a corner, and was stuck. She'd messed up and now she was going to have to pay the price. However Brittany was still whimpering about her own situation and that annoyed Santana. "Bree stop being a baby!" Santana whined at her.

"Sanny, you are grounded for the next week," Will said seriously. Sometimes Santana never learned. They made it to the car after a few more moments and Will put all his girls in the car. Shelby sat between Santana and Brittany in the back seat, trying to calm the blonde who was now in tears. Quinn was sleeping on the front passenger seat and Will drove home carefully. He pulled into the garage, cut the engine and remoted the garage door closed. He got out of the car, turned off the alarm on the house, through the kitchen/garage door and then went back to the car.

"Quinnie first please," Shelby said kindly and very carefully, Will gathered Quinn into his arms and tucked her into bed. Once she was tucked in and safe, Will went back to the garage and looked to Shelby. "Take Bree. Bath now and then bed. Sanny and I will be in shortly," she said.

Will agreed and helped guide a fairly distressed Brittany up to the bathroom. Santana figured out that it was just her and Shelby and she was most likely going to get spanked, and soon, so she decided on a stall tactic. "Mama, I'm tired," Santana tried.

"Nice try," Shelby told her and very quickly pulled Santana over her lap. She smacked her bottom firmly ten times and then flipped up her little skirt. Her bare bottom was now on display and Shelby painted it pink, causing her little one to cry softly. She continued the spanking and reached into the console, where she knew a hairbrush was waiting for her. There was one in every car, just incase the girls needed to be punished while they were out and about somewhere. Shelby paused the spanking and spoke firmly. "Santana Aurora, I am very disappointed in your behavior tonight," she lectured. "You were unsafe, you were rude to your sister and you were rude to me. This spanking is for being rude to me," Shelby told her simply and with that, she set to painting Santana's backside red, instead of pink, and by the time she was done, Santana was howling. That sound hurt Shelby's heart, but she reminded herself that Santana chose this lifestyle, which meant, she chose the good and the bad. This was just part of the bad.

Shelby's parents were less than thrilled that their daughter was a Mistress, but they could plainly see how happy she was so they backed off. They made a point to have weekly family dinners, spend holidays and special occasions together and act as a typical family. However, once Shelby's mom decided that these girls were practically her granddaughters, she was quick to remind Shelby that she was a Mama first. Karen felt that Shelby could not let her girls slip out of line. "You chose to have three children, just like your father and I chose to have you and your brothers. You don't get everything good. You get good, bad, and a lot of in the middle," she lectured.

"They aren't actual children mother," Shelby laughed as she drank her coffee at the kitchen table, while her girls, Will, and her father all played cards in the other room.

"I know that Shelby, but those girls. They look up to you. You are what they aspire to be, at least I assume that's what they want. They may not. They may just want you to be in charge of them for the rest of their lives, but if they want to grow and become what you are, whatever that is," she said.

"Mom, please," Shelby pleaded. It was such a nice afternoon, she didn't want to ruin it with her mother's what-are-you-doing-with-your-life speech.

"Whatever, it is," she repeated, "then you better show them right from wrong and correct them when they misbehave and step out of line," she continued. "I don't even try to pretend I know why you chose a lifestyle like this. People ask me what my daughter does, I tell them you're a voice teacher, because that is what you do when you're not doing this. They ask about Will, I say he's a college professor, because he is, when he's not doing this. I don't tell them about the things I don't understand," Karen said. "What I'm telling you, as your mother, one guidance counselor to another, do not let those girls get away with murder," she said.

"I promise, mom," Shelby smiled.

"Good, now have some more cookies, you look thin," her mother scolded and handed her a plate.

Shelby was doing what she knew was right. Santana hadn't been careful and she hadn't been smart, and she hadn't been polite. She deserved every bit of that spanking and she would deserve the spanking that was coming the following day. Right now though, all Shelby heard was one of her baby girls in pain.

"Mama, it hurts," Santana cried as Shelby gathered her, in her arms.

"It's supposed to hurt," Shelby told her simply and she rubbed her back and let Santana calm down a little more. "Do you know why you got spanked?" she asked.

"I was rude to you," Santana panted.

"Very good. I will accept that answer for now and we will discuss things further, in greater detail tomorrow," she told her. "In the meantime, you and I are going to go inside, and you are going to have a bath, and you will go straight to bed. No tv time, no story, no bonus anything. Bath and bed, and if you give Daddy or I a hard time, I will repeat the spanking you just received, whether your bottom is ready for it, or not, understood?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am," Santana whimpered and then she hung on tightly to her Mistress. In the first week of living with them, Santana refused any comfort after a punishment. Now she craved it, as if it were oxygen for her.

"Very good," she told her and she lead her into the house, where they heard Brittany crying softly in the bathroom upstairs and Will trying to soothe her.

"Can I help her Mama?" Santana asked.

"Being that you caused part of that, no, not now. You and I are going to get you ready for bed and then, depending on how things are, you can go say goodnight to your sister," Shelby said. She knew the bath was going to be painful enough for Santana as it was.

She ran the water for her and was not at all surprised, when Santana stripped herself of her clothes and then straddled her Mama's lap, resting her chin on Shelby's shoulder. Shelby rubbed her back and then nodded. "Alright baby girl, in you get," she said. Santana stepped into the tub and knelt down at first. She gave a pleading look to Shelby, who simply pet her hair. "Sit down sweetheart," she said kindly, but she wasn't messing around and Santana knew it. She hissed loudly when her bottom made contact with the tub, but then breathed steadily and tried to focus on the warm water around her. It did feel nice.

Shelby picked up a sponge and began washing her little one very carefully. She soaped up her entire body, and hair, and then let Santana wash her own face. Once she was full of suds and lather, Shelby helped her to stand, pulled down the shower head, made sure the spray was warm and rinsed off her little girl, telling her when to hold her breath, if necessary, as the spray came over her face. Santana stood still in the tub, waiting and wet, while Shelby grabbed a bath sheet from the warming towel rack.

The red one was Santana's. One of the items that Will had taken each of the girls to get. Their own bath sheet and then he took them to have it embroidered. The bright red towel, was Santana's favorite color. Bright red with big block letters at the bottom that read SANNY in a neon blue. Shelby wrapped her up in that towel and made sure every part of her little girl was clean and dry. She got her dressed into panties and a night shirt. "Alright, bed time," Shelby said.

"I can't say goodnight and sorry to Bree?" Santana asked her. Normally, the girls were put to bed in their own rooms, and somehow ended up in the king sized bed with Shelby and Will in the morning. They would meet up in the middle of the night, but always said goodnight to each other before hand, assuming they were awake.

Shelby considered Santana's request for a moment and then agreed. "Very quickly. Goodnight, apology, and then straight to bed," she told her.

They walked into Brittany's bedroom and found Will sitting in the far off lounge chair with his little blonde love curled up in his lap, still crying, and trying to go to sleep. "Bree?" Santana asked softly. "Bree, I came to 'pologize," Santana yawned and Will gave a smile.

"Shhh, look baby," Will cooed gently and Brittany turned. She hated when her sisters were mad at her, and it was worse if they snapped at her, but she always forgave them when they apologized.

"Thank you," Brittany whimpered and she struggled to get up, off of Will's lap and then walk over and hug her sister. Santana returned the hug and gave Brittany soft kisses to her temple, to try and help calm her. It was a good thing she didn't have asthma like Quinn, or she'd be struggling for air about now.

"Alright baby girls, bed time," Shelby announced. "Bree, Baby, lay down in bed with Daddy okay?" she said gently and Brittany started to cry all over again, letting go of Santana and latching tightly onto her Mama. "Oh my goodness," Shelby cooed softly, holding her little one as tight as she could. "Sanny, Daddy will put you to bed," she told her and Santana nodded. She understood very well, because there had been nights where they just needed one 'parent' over the other and tonight Brittany needed Shelby. Shelby gave Santana a gentle kiss to her forehead, told her how much she loved her and then Will walked up behind her, wrapping his little Sanny in a hug.

Will looked at Shelby and she gave him a kiss too. "Go on. Put Sanny to bed, check on Quinnie and as soon as Bree is asleep, I'll be in bed with you," she said softly. He gave her a kiss and she smiled when it broke. Santana rolled her eyes. For strict dominants, hers were the mushiest love sick couple, she'd ever met.

"My poor baby Bree," Shelby cooed softly. "Mama's here, you're okay," she assured her and she helped the overwrought emotional girl into bed. She laid down with her, gathering her tight and finally Brittany fell asleep, and she looked so much more peaceful. Shelby gave her ten minutes, before getting out of the bed and getting ready for sleep herself. They'd stayed a little longer at the party than Shelby wanted to and apparently much too long for Brittany. She also knew it didn't help that she was on edge about Santana and Brittany was the one who had mentioned it. She could absolutely understand why Brittany was so concerned about having disappointed her Mama.

Shelby went down the hall, checking on her other two girls before going into her own bedroom. She slipped out of her loose clothes and put them in the hamper, smiling at Will. "What exactly did you find our little adventure queen doing?" she asked him kindly as she worked to unhook the facets in the back of her corset.

"Apparently, Kelly has the game rodeo and while Harry has been tested and passed, he has never practiced on anyone without Kelly there. At least on someone who wasn't in their household," he said. Shelby shook her head and sighed, and then smiled as she finally relieved her body of the tight corset. "God you're gorgeous!" Will said studying her now naked body.

"Focus please," Shelby smiled at him and then leaned in to kiss him. "You told Santana she's grounded. What does that entail?" she asked him.

"Work and home, anywhere in between will be your school or my office," he said. "I'd actually like to restrict that though. She's good with numbers, really good with them, and she likes to be a little less than respectful with my students, if they ask her for help and they all do, because she blatantly raises her hand and calls out the correct answer. I will say she does wait to be called on," Will added as an afterthought.

"Listen for Bree. I'm sure she's fine, but she thinks she has displeased me in someway and I don't want her being so upset, she doesn't sleep well," Shelby said kindly moving to the en suite doorway, so she could get into her own shower.

"All their monitors are on," he said.

"Monitors?" she asked curiously and he pointed to a small black box on his dresser. It was up high, so it went completely unnoticed for the past week. "When did you get that?"

"Last week. Each of the girls have their half of that thing in their room and none of them know about it. Sanny's red, Quinnie's green, and Bree is blue. There is a yellow option, but none of our girls like yellow and so it's just sitting there waiting to have a reason to be used," he smiled.

Shelby gave him a kiss and then took a quick shower for herself, she changed into sweatpants and a tank top and crawled into bed. "I love you," she said to her husband.

"I love you too," he said. He turned to his right, shut off the lamp and then turned back to his left. He pulled Shelby close and the entire house settled into sleep.