I do not own Glee or any of the characters created by Ryan Murphy. If I did we would see way more of Shelby. This story will contain spanking of a teenager. If that's not your thing stop reading now and go read something else.

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Shelby Corcoran drove towards home her mind a whirl wind of activity. She had just come from an extra-long Vocal Adrenaline rehearsal and needed to sort a few things out in her mind before working with the kids on Monday.

Glad that it was Friday night Shelby slowed her car when she saw something dart in front of her down the road. Slowing, she smirked when she noticed it was just a bunch of kids throwing toilet paper in someone's yard. The smirk on her face died when she noticed who the kids were however, and her faced darkened fully when she stopped the car.

"Rachel Barbra Berry!" Shelby's voice rang out in the quiet neighborhood as the kids stopped what they were doing and turned towards the voice.

"Shit, what's Ms. Corcoran doing here?" Mercedes whispered as the clack of Shelby's heels on the pavement made all the kids shift.

"Care to tell me what you're doing?" Shelby demanded as the members of New Directions tried not to look at her.

"Just having some fun, Shelby." Rachel replied being sure to stress her mother's first name.

"Fun?" Shelby pointed to the toilet paper in the trees, the obvious pile of dog poo on the front porch, as well as the smashed eggs, and was that cooked spaghetti in the trees too?

"Well, it's just Principal Figgins' house," Puck finally shrugged. "He's a dick, so why not?"

Shelby sighed. She couldn't disagree with Puck from what she'd learned of the man, but still, she couldn't allow Rachel to think that she was okay with this either.

"I want to see all of you at Carmel tomorrow morning on the track. Nine a.m. sharp, do not be late." Shelby's voice dropped an octave. "Clean this up the best you can and go home."

When nobody made a move, Shelby clapped her hands, "Now, people!" The teens scrambled to do as she said and twenty minutes later Shelby had a very reluctant Rachel Berry in her car.

"Where are we going?" Rachel finally asked.

"I'm taking you home and telling your dads what happened tonight."

"But you can't," Rachel began.

"I think I can, Rachel." Shelby interrupted. "What you did tonight was..."

"No, I mean, they aren't home." Rachel finally got out.

"Where are they?"

"Daddy had a work thing and Dad went with him. They decided to take a second honeymoon after the business was finished."

"And they thought leaving their fourteen year old daughter alone at home was a good idea?" Shelby demanded.

Rachel gulped, "Well, you see, the funny thing is, they don't think I'm alone."

"Where do they think you are?"

"Staying with you," Rachel finally answered.

Pulling to the side of the road Shelby gave her full attention to her daughter. "They think that you are staying with me?" She demanded.

Rachel nodded, "They think it's wonderful that you've decided you do want to be in my life after all and let me make the decision to resume a relationship with you."

"Why, Rachel?" Shelby's hazel eyes captured dark one's with a fiery intensity.

"Because pretending you wanted me was better than knowing I wasn't good enough for you." Rachel blurted out before she could sensor herself.

Taking a deep breath Shelby brushed the tears from her daughter's eyes, "Rachel, I regretted walking away from you fourteen years ago and one month ago. I just didn't know how to make it right. How can I possibly make up for not being there for you the way you needed?"

Rachel shrugged, "By being here now? Please, Shelby, I need my Mama." Rachel's voice was barely above a whisper and Shelby merely nodded.

"It seems that we have a lot to talk about, young lady. First, we're heading to your house where you will pack. Then we will head to my place and get you settled. After that, if we're not too tired we will talk."

Rachel nodded silently brushing the tears from her face. "Am I in trouble?" She finally asked as the car began to move again.

"So much so I'm not even sure where to begin," Shelby informed her daughter.

Pulling into the Berry's driveway Shelby exited the car and waited for her daughter. "Now, Rachel."

Sighing heavily Rachel finally emerged from the vehicle and headed to the front door. Unlocking it she jumped at the swat that made her finally move inside.

Closing the door behind her Shelby turned on the lights and watched as Rachel shifted. "Yes?" She finally asked knowing there was more to Rachel's nerves than just bringing her mother here.

"I have something for you," Rachel finally confessed. "It's from Dad and Daddy. They said it was really important that you had it since I was staying with you and everything."

Shelby merely nodded taking the large manila envelope from her daughter. She would ask Rachel later how the Berry men came to leave Rachel in her care when they had never spoken with her and she figured she could read the contents of the envelope after putting Rachel to bed later that night.

"Alright, Rachel. We need to pack, show me your room." She finally commanded following the girl up the stairs.

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Shelby and Rachel had finally finished putting Rachel's clothing and things away in the former guest room of Shelby's house. Telling her daughter to get ready for bed Shelby noticed the clock read 12:03.

Sighing heavily, Shelby waited for Rachel to come out of the bathroom by sitting on the girl's bed. She wanted to talk briefly before getting the girl to bed deciding that they would talk in more detail the next day.

Finally hearing footsteps Shelby smiled gently and stood. Moving aside she pulled the covers back. "In you get, little girl."

Rachel smiled shyly at the directive. It was one of her dreams to have her mother, no, her mom tuck her in bed at night and though this wasn't quite what she had in mind she couldn't help but be a bit happy about it. Getting comfortable Rachel yawned as Shelby pulled the covers up and brushed a loose piece of hair from her daughter's face.

"I thought you wanted to talk," Rachel began.

"I do," Shelby smiled and took one of Rachel's hands in her own. "The big stuff can wait until tomorrow, Rachel. Right now, we're just going to have a brief chat about what is going to happen tomorrow."

"Oh."

Shelby shook her head and sighed. "First, let's establish a few things, Rachel. You lied to your dads about staying with me. I know you probably didn't think much of doing that, but it is a big deal. You are too young to be alone for a month, Rachel. What would you have done if you'd gotten sick or hurt?"

Rachel shrugged, "I guess I didn't see it like that."

"I guess not," Shelby confirmed. "Secondly, I caught you and your friends having a not so good moment at Principal Figgins' house. Again, not your best idea."

Shelby held up her hand to stop her daughter's protests, "You wanted me back in your life, Rachel and you have me." The woman paused for a moment. "I was wrong when I walked away from you last month, so very wrong. I am sorry for the pain I caused you, Rachel. Now, let me make something perfectly clear, you wanted your mom in your life; congratulations, you have her. I am here, Rachel and I am not going anywhere."

Sitting up, Rachel threw her arms around her mother's neck crying. Shelby began to rock and hum while returning the hug until Rachel finally calmed down once more.

Grabbing a tissue from the box on the night stand Shelby wiped Rachel's face off and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We will talk tomorrow about all of this, including your punishment."

"Punishment?" Rachel asked in surprise.

"Did you really think I'd let you get away with the lying and vandalism?"

"I hoped."

Chuckling, Shelby helped Rachel down once more. "I need your dads' phone number, sweetie."

"Are you sure you have to call them?" Rachel whined.

"I am."

Rachel nodded, "It's in my phone." She pointed to the nightstand. "But they aren't available until Monday due to traveling."

"Rachel, exactly where are they going?"

"Japan."

"Japan?!"

"Yes?"

"How long will they be in Japan?"

"For a week or so for Daddy's business and then they're going to tour the Netherlands. They seem to be pretty accepting of gay couples there. Maybe not as much as Argentina, but Dad and Daddy really wanted to visit the Netherlands."

Shelby nodded. "Get some sleep, we have an early morning."

Giving her daughter a kiss to the forehead once more Shelby smiled as Rachel pulled a stuffed lamb into her arms. "I gave you that lamb," she said quietly. "Before you were born, it was the one thing your fathers agreed that I could give you that you could keep."

Saying nothing more Shelby moved to the door and turned out the light, "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Night," Rachel's response was quiet and she waited until Shelby closed the door before uttering the rest, "Mama."

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Returning to her bedroom Shelby quickly got ready for bed and slid under the covers. Pulling the large manila envelope to her from the nightstand she opened it and pulled out a plethora of papers.

There were two envelopes, one with Shelby's name and one with Rachel's name. Putting those aside, she pulled the rest of the papers to her and began to read the handwritten letter on the top.

Shelby,

Leroy and I are so happy that you've changed your mind about being in Rachel's life. I won't lie, we were furious with you at first, but our baby girl is so happy again and she tells us it's because she'll finally get to know you.

We finally had a long overdue talk with Rachel and know we made a mistake in making you sign that contract. We should have allowed Rachel to have you in her life and we are sorry that we were so afraid that we would lose her to you. We now know that fear is unfounded but we can't go back and redo the past.

Therefore, we are thrilled that you offered to have Rachel stay with you for an entire month while we are away. She's explained to us that you're at a competition with your Vocal Adrenaline students and won't be able to talk to us before we leave. Thanks so much though, for the emails. They make us feel much better in knowing that Rachel will be so well cared for while we are gone.

Enclosed you will find a few legal documents. The first is the reinstatement of your parental rights. Rachel insisted and we agreed, all you need to do is sign it in front of a notary with your lawyer present and have it filed.

There is also a copy of our will enclosed which makes you Rachel's guardian should anything happen to us. Not that we foresee that happening, but one can never be too careful. The letters addressed to you and Rachel should only be opened upon our demise. We've also given you permission to seek medical treatment for Rachel if needed until your parental rights are reinstated legally.

We will talk more once we get home regarding custody of Rachel. She's made it clear that she wants more time with you and we hope that you're agreeable to that. Rachel assures us that you are and I know we'll work something out.

Take care of our baby, Shelby. We will be in touch,

Hiram and Leroy

Looking through the papers Shelby shook her head in shock. Everything was as the letter stated and being mindful to put them all back into the envelope. Placing it into the drawer of her nightstand Shelby finally turned out the light and laid down.

Trying to quiet her mind she allowed her thoughts to wander. She would legally be Rachel's mother as soon as she signed those papers and filed them in the court system. Smiling in the dark Shelby couldn't believe it. Her daughter may be devious and crying out for her but damned if she wasn't smart. Feeling a strange sense of pride Shelby finally fell into a fitful sleep.

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Shelby paced in front of the surly teenagers who had gathered on the Carmel High track. "You know why you are here," she stated. "So I'm not going to remind you. You are however, going to suffer a consequence for your poor descions last night."

"Come on, Ms. Corcoran," Santana tried. "We're not even your students you have no right."

Holding up her hand Shelby nodded, "You're right, Santana, I don't. However, your parents do. So chose, my punishment or theirs."

Hearing groans all around and seeing no one make a move to leave Shelby nodded. "Alright then. Start running. I'll let you know when you may stop."

Seeing the looks from the students including her own daughter Shelby put on her famous Coach Corcoran mask. "Run. Now." She directed quietly and held the smile from her face as they scattered to do so with a vengeance.

Unfolding the lawn chair she'd brought with her Shelby sat down and opened her book. Might as well catch up on the reading she'd been meaning to do.

"Berry, seriously, your moms is crazy." Mercedes said as she gasped for air after draining a bottle of water.

"I'm starting to think you may be right," Rachel agreed finishing her second bottle of water. "Though I will tell you I do find the idea of ever doing that to Principal Figgins again very repulsive."

"Amen to that," Santana agreed. "I think I'm going to die."

"You aren't going to die," Puck gasped. "You might not be able to move tomorrow from soreness and wish you were dead, but you'll be very much alive."

"Great," Kurt moaned. "I so did not dress for this."

Rachel nodded noticing the boy's running suit that was now looking less than pristine. "What did you think she was going to make us do when she told us to meet her here?"

Kurt shrugged his shoulders, "I have no idea, but running us until Tina finally vomited wasn't what I was thinking."

"At least it got her to give us a break." Santana spoke once more. "Oh, man, here she comes. Come on, Berry, make her stop."

Rachel wisely shook her head in the negative, "No thank you. I'm in enough trouble with her over matters other than this and I refuse to do anything more that may upset Shelby."

"How can you be in trouble with her?" Kurt asked. "I thought you were going to…" he was interrupted by a throat clearing above him.

"Up."

Groaning the teens stood and looked warily at Shelby. "I think you've had enough."

Seeing the smiles of hope on the teens' faces Shelby almost didn't have the heart to crush it. Almost. "Of running. Right now I want you to give me fifty pushups and fifty sit ups. Go."

Groaning once more the members of New Directions wished they'd never thought of going to Principal Figgins' house.

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"Go take a shower and meet me in the kitchen." Shelby directed as Rachel slowly pulled herself from the car.

"The kitchen, but that's so far from the bathroom." Rachel protested.

"Yes, but it's also where the food lives," Shelby chuckled. "I'll make us some lunch while you shower. Go on, don't take too long."

"Don't forget, I'm a…"

"Vegan, I know, Rachel." Shelby replied moving towards the kitchen as they entered the house and pointing to the stairs. "Upstairs, and shower."

"I'm going, I'm going," Rachel finally began to move in that direction with an encouraging pat to her bottom from her mother.

Smiling a bit as she trudged up the stairs Rachel rubbed her bottom absently. The swat hadn't really hurt but it had gotten her attention, and to Rachel it meant one thing. Shelby was really going to act like her parent. After all, only a parent would send their child out of the room with a swat to their bottom.

"This looks good," Rachel commented as she joined her mother at the table.

"Thank you," Shelby smiled glad that she at least knew how to throw vegetarian pasta together in a pinch.

"Um," Rachel finally broke the silence as she ate. "Am I still in trouble for Principal Figgins' house?"

Shelby chuckled and shook her head, "I figure that Coach Corcoran took care of that. It wouldn't be very fair for your mom to handle it as well since nobody else's parents are involved."

Giving a sigh of relief Rachel began eating once more. "Good, I was afraid there for a moment."

Shelby shook her head, "You are still in trouble for lying to your dads, Rachel. And for this elaborate plan of yours to stay home alone for a month."

"But since I lied to my dads shouldn't they handle it?" Rachel asked.

"Normally I'd say that's true. However since they are now safely in Japan, we've agreed that I will be instrumental in making sure you know the errors of your ways."

Putting her fork down Rachel looked at her mother. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Rachel. I was able to talk to your dads this morning while you were running at the track. And they were very interested in your recent activities."

"Oh." Rachel's eyes dropped her to plate.

"After a very long conversation we've decided that you will spend the month with me rather than having them cut their trip short. Everything they thought we'd already discussed in those emails has been gone over and we will, for the most part, do what had been discussed, including me signing the paperwork to have my parental rights reinstated."

Looking at her mother Rachel couldn't contain her smile, "Really?"

"Really," Shelby put her hand across the table and took Rachel's in hers. "I told you that I'm not going anywhere this time and I mean it, Rachel. Though you should know that those rights come with certain things."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there's the right for us to see each other or for me to seek medical treatment for you if needed without asking your dads. I am allowed to talk to your teachers and sign permission slips."

"I don't see anything wrong with that."

"And the right to give you consequences for your actions if needed." Shelby finished.

"Consequences?"

"Yep," Shelby smirked. "Things like sending you to bed early, or grounding you, taking away your phone, or spanking you when you've earned it."

"Spanking me?" Rachel shook her head. "No way, I mean, I'm too old aren't I?"

Shelby chuckled. "Rachel, the last spanking my mother gave me was at eighteen when I decided to ignore her rules about my curfew because I was now an adult. That is not the argument you want to go with to convince me not to spank you if I decide you may need one."

"Ah man," Rachel groaned and looked at her plate once more. "You're really embracing this mom thing aren't you?"

"I am." Shelby agreed returning to her lunch with a smile.

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Rachel flopped onto the couch with a sigh. "This stinks." She huffed.

Shelby merely shook her head and smirked, "You brought this on yourself, baby girl. Being grounded is your dads' punishment for lying to them."

"Isn't that enough?" I mean it's spring break and I won't be able to go anywhere or do anything. I think that's an adequate punishment and I shouldn't have to suffer any others."

Shelby moved to sit on the coffee table in front of her daughter, "Rachel that is your punishment for lying. You also put yourself in danger by what you did. Something could have gone horribly wrong with you being alone like you were and nobody knowing about it. Not to mention pretending to be me in those emails."

"You still don't have to punish me for that," Rachel pouted.

"Yes, Rachel, I do." Shelby's voice was firm. "Is this how I wanted to spend our first week as mother and daughter together? No. But this is what we get, kiddo. You are grounded and I am going to spank you."

"But why?" Rachel whined once more.

"You put yourself in danger, Rachel and that is never okay. I have just gotten you back into my life, literally and I do not want to lose you ever again. Maybe remembering what will happen if you ever put yourself in danger again will help you not to do it anymore."

"But I've never…" Rachel trailed off. "My dads never spanked me."

"I know," Shelby held Rachel's hands in her own. "I discussed this with them when I talked to them. They've agreed that when you get in trouble with me than I am to handle it in any way I see fit."

"But…"

"No, Rachel. No more," Shelby moved her hand so that she was grasping Rachel's chin between her thumb and finger. "We are done talking. Up to your room and get ready for bed. I'll be up shortly."

"This sucks," Rachel huffed finally moving to do as her mother told her being sure to stomp up the stairs and slam her bedroom door as hard as she could to voice her displeasure.

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Rachel sat on her bed clutching her lamb tightly. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing while she waited for her mother since she'd never been sent to her room to await a spanking before.

Sure, her dads had grounded her, not that it ever really stuck and she was able to undo most groundings by the second day. She had a feeling things would be much different with Shelby. "No, her mom," Rachel thought. After all only a mom would send you to your room to have an anxiety attack before spanking you.

A spanking, surely Shelby didn't really mean she was going to spank her like a little kid. The swat from earlier had gotten her attention but hadn't really hurt and Rachel had almost convinced herself that the spanking from Shelby would be more like that than anything else. An attention getter to let her know that her mother was displeased with her.

Then again, Shelby didn't seem to act like this would just be a light swat either. There was no doubt in Rachel's mind that she didn't want this spanking. She'd heard that they were painful. I mean having your ass warmed couldn't be fun, yet a part of her felt all warm and cozy knowing that this step meant Shelby truly was her parent. That the woman did love her and wanted her. Maybe, just maybe Rachel could stop worrying about her mom leaving her again if she truly followed through on her punishment.

A light knock finally sounded and Rachel's quiet, "Come in," brought her mother into her room. Hugging the rabbit tighter Rachel looked up from under hair and sighed.

Shelby looked at her daughter for a moment noticing the dark blue tank top with a star in the middle of it and matching flannel star pants. "I guess stars are kinda your thing, too?"

Rachel nodded, "I have always enjoyed gold stars. When I was little I used to put gold star stickers on everything. It finally got to the point where my dads wouldn't let me have the stickers for fear of what I would do with them."

Shelby chuckled and sat on the bed next to her daughter. The girl seemed so much younger now and Shelby opened her arms glad that Rachel practically flew into them for a hug.

Rocking the girl and humming Shelby finally kissed the top of Rachel's head and pushed her back a bit to look into her eyes. "What's going on in that head of yours, Rachel?"

"That I don't want a spanking and that I'm too old for such a punishment."

"Oh, kiddo," Shelby chuckled brushing a piece of Rachel's hair off her face. "As I told you, the last official spanking that I got from my mother was when I was eighteen. I had chosen to not only ignore my curfew but to speak to her in a way that rather less than respectful. You see, I figured I was eighteen and an adult."

"She really spanked you at eighteen?"

Shelby nodded, "I wasn't as grown up as I thought I was, Rachel. Anyway, being fourteen is not too old for a spanking in my book."

"I guess not," Rachel shrugged. "Especially since you got one at the ripe old age of eighteen."

"Teasing your mother are you?"

"Maybe a bit," Rachel admitted. "I'm nervous and really thought my age was a valid argument."

It's really not that bad. I promise you'll live." Shelby stated.

"Are you sure?" Rachel asked.

"I did." Shelby kissed her daughter's temple once more.

"Oh." Rachel dropped her head and scooted to sit next to her mother placing her head on her mom's shoulder. "Do we really have to do this?"

"Yes, Rachel." Shelby sighed. "I can't allow you to think that putting yourself in danger is okay, Rachel. If a sore bottom gets my point across then so be it. "I imagine you're wondering what's going to happen now."
Rachel nodded as she took one of Shelby's hands into her own and began to compare their hands before clasping it tightly. "I don't want to be spanked, Mama."

"Nobody wants to be spanked, Rachel. That's what makes it such a good deterrent for not repeating behavior that could cause you to get a spanking." Putting her arm around her daughter Shelby spoke softly.

Rachel sniffed and smiled as her mother kissed the top of her head, "I love you, Rachel Barbra Berry." Shelby said softly. "Now, let's get this over with, shall we?"

Rachel shrugged and Shelby shook her head. "Alright then. Moving a bit, Shelby easily pulled Rachel over her lap and adjusted the petite girl so that she had a good grip on her with her right hand.

Feeling Rachel tense Shelby laid her left palm on Rachel's bottom lightly, "Are you ready?"

"If I said no would you change your mind?" Rachel asked.

"Nope."

"I didn't think so," Rachel admitted finally relaxing a bit and then jumping as the first swat met her bottom. Rachel's brain kicked into overdrive as her mother's hand found its rhythm and Rachel was sure there had to be smoke emitting from her bottom.

Feeling her mother's hand stop Rachel sighed in relief only to panic as she felt fingers inside her pajama waist, "Wait, Shelby, what are you doing?"

"Finishing your spanking, Rachel," Shelby replied lowering the pajama bottoms but leaving the girl's panties up. "This time I won't bare you fully, but if there is a next time, I can't promise that."

Shelby once more began the spanking and Rachel gasped. She truly figured her lightweight pajama bottoms had offered very little protection but she had been wrong. Her panties offered no protection and her bottom felt like it was on fire. Rachel briefly wondered if her mother's hand was made of lead or something before a few well-placed swats to her sit spot finally broke her stoic composure and the first of the tears fell.

"Rachel, I will not have you putting yourself in danger." Shelby's voice was firm and a flurry of hard swats finally had Rachel collapsing over her mother's lap crying heavily.

Feeling herself being shifted once more Rachel curled into her mother and relished the feeling of the woman's arms around her. Shelby was humming softly and Rachel had never felt so sore nor more loved than she did at that moment.

"I love you, baby." Shelby whispered as she rocked the girl.

"I love you too, Mama." Rachel whispered as she began to fall asleep.

Shelby's heart sored at the word coming from her daughter's mouth. It was a title she never thought that she'd hear and it made her feel amazing. "Come on, sweetie, let's tuck you in so you can go to sleep."

"It's too early," Rachel mumbled.

"Sure it is," Shelby chuckled as she managed to get the teen under her covers. Giving Rachel a kiss to the forehead Shelby then tucked the lamb under Rachel's arm as she moved to her stomach and promptly fell asleep.