Emma stood at the other end of the hall, sipping from her glass of rye and coke, watching as Regina laughed and chatted with Ariel and Belle. Everyone had gathered for the party Snow had put together, including Emma, who thought celebrating a tradition that only existed in the Enchanted Forest was ridiculous. She had never even heard of this celebration until last week (something about rejoicing that it had been a mild winter?), and frankly, she didn't give a shit about it. She hadn't wanted to come this evening, but Regina had forced her to. Emma would be irritated about being here, on her day off no less, if it weren't for the fact that Regina had agreed to wear the burgundy cocktail dress she'd once insisted was much too revealing to ever wear anywhere other than on a date. Emma had agreed to come if Regina wore the dress, certain that the prim and proper mayor would refuse to wear something that just barely covered the essentials in front of the entire population of Storybrooke. Regina had surprised her though and ultimately agreed, and so Emma had been forced to attend a party she had all but been certain she'd be able to avoid. She hadn't cared that every single resident of Storybrooke will be present, Emma and that it would be absolutely appalling for the sheriff not to be present.

Emma would definitely rather be at home, but she had to admit, it wasn't so bad after all. The music was decent, the drinks were free, and the sights are fantastic, Emma's mind supplied, as she stared at the now bent-over mayor.

Regina could feel Emma's gaze upon her, just as she'd felt it rake over her body all evening. The sheriff had been social, chatting with the attendees as though she hadn't been trying to get out of this party for a week now. But even as Emma spoke with the townsfolk, her eyes continually strayed to wherever Regina happened to be.

Regina smirked to herself. She bent over further as she signed the guestbook Snow had set out, shifting from one foot to the other so her dress tightened against her ass. She took her time signing her name, adding an extra mention of how successful the party was and congratulating Snow on a job well done, just so that she had an excuse to keep teasing Emma with her position. Regina ended the signature with a smile, knowing Emma was at the other end of the room staring, likely watering at the mouth.

Regina turned and picked up her glass of wine, idly making her way through the crowd until she finally ended up exactly where she had first intended to be. She brushed her body along Emma's back as she joined people with which Emma was currently chatting, discreetly pressing her breasts into the woman's spine as she inserted herself into the circle.

"Madame Mayor. Way to remember the lowly members of the sheriff's department."

Regina rolled her eyes at the blonde.

"I'm surprised to see you here, sheriff," Regina responded, as though they hadn't arrived together. "Given the fact that you still have not submitted your Professional Development Plan as requested, despite my numerous reminders, I could only conclude that you must be gravely ill."

"Oh, I did it. It was super detailed too, ask our new admin, Ruby here. Totally the best thing I've ever finished. But then the damndest thing happened before I could submit it. It just flew right off my desk and into the shredder when I opened my window. You know how stuffy it gets in the sheriff's station, so I wanted some fresh air and then whoops! Flew right into the shredder."

Regina narrowed her eyes, fighting the smirk on her lips. She could hear David trying to stifle his laughter, which was not helping her battle. Emma's expression was grave, eyes wide and serious.

"It flew into the shredder," Regina repeated.

"It did. It was insane. Like, totally out of nowhere… big gust of wind and adios paperwork. Couldn't reproduce that if I tried."

"Into the shredder I purchased for you."

"Yep. The very same one. So really, it's technically your fault. 'Cause, you know, you bought it for me."

"Uh-huh," Regina responded. "Except the shredder I purchased for the sheriff's department is not automatic. One must press the 'shred' button in order for it to function."

"Well, you know how things just happen-"

"You will have that PDP ready for me first thing Monday morning, sheriff, or else I will deny your vacation requests for this summer."

Emma looked over at her dad, hoping for back up.

"Hey, don't look at me. I told you to do it."

"You're supposed to have my back, dad."

David shrugged, sharing a silent smile with Regina. He liked this lighter side of the mayor, and now that she and his daughter were dating, he got to see it much more often. It was a nice change. The women complimented each other well, and he hadn't seen either of them as happy as were now, now that they were together. It had taken some getting used to, to be sure, but it almost made sense for them to be together… the saviour and the former evil queen.

"Thank you for your perfectly written PDP, deputy. I appreciate your hard work. And yours, Miss Lucas."

"Of course, Madame Mayor."

"No problem!" Ruby replied with a grin. She'd only been working at the sheriff's department for a few months now, but she'd been liking it so far.

"Keeners," Emma muttered, chuckling when her dad shoved her sideways.

"Anyway, I'm going to go find my lovely wife. It was nice talking to you, Regina. Ladies."

"Yeah, I better go find Belle and compliment her dress before she tells me I'm ignoring her again."

The women bid them both goodbye, Emma turning to Regina with a grin on her face.

"You're such a child."

Emma chuckled, arms wrapping around Regina's waist and into a loose hug.

"Yeah, but you love me anyway."

"I'm still trying to figure out why," Regina responded lightly, wrapping her arms around Emma's neck.

"Hmm, you don't know? I'd have thought last night would have given you a clear indication why," Emma said softly, directly into Regina's ear. "I'm not sure you've ever been so wet-"

"Emma," Regina breathed, eyes scanning the room. They were alone at the back of the hall, but they were still in public. She wasn't worried about people seeing; everyone knew they were together. But she didn't want anyone to hear what her lover was saying.

"No one can hear us, baby. And you look so fucking good in that dress," Emma whispered, lips grazing Regina's ear. "You've been teasing me all night. I want you."

"The party isn't going to end for another few hours, at least. It was your ultimatum that led to my wearing this dress, Miss Swan. You've no one to blame but yourself."

"Never thought you'd go through with it," Emma confessed, fingers dancing along Regina's spine. "I want to taste you," she whispered, bringing her hands down to squeeze the brunette's hips. Her eyes widened when she realised she couldn't feel anything beneath her palms. She had assumed Regina was wearing underwear beneath her pantyhose, but she couldn't feel anything, not even the band from her stockings. "Don't fucking tell me you're not wearing any underwear."

"Alright, I won't."

Emma's heart raced in response, a pang hitting her low in her belly.

"Are you wearing underwear?" Emma asked, though her voice was barely audible.

"I thought you didn't want to know?"

"Baby girl," Emma warned.

Regina swallowed hard, her stomach dipping low at the grave tone.

"I'm not, Ma'am," she answered, easily slipping into her role. "I'm wearing thigh highs and nothing else."

Emma's eyes clamped shut, her throat going dry as all the moisture from her body suddenly pooled between her thighs. She dug her fingertips into Regina's sides, holding steady as she took a moment to gather her bearings. When Emma's eyes finally opened, Regina inhaled sharply at the full blown lust reflected in them. She was pulled closer, the front of her body pressed hard into Emma's as the blonde spoke in her ear.

"I want you in the bathroom on your knees for me in front of the stall furthest from the door. Now."

Regina hesitated, biting her bottom lip. She wanted Emma, yes. She had wanted to tease her, definitely, and a very strong part of her wanted to obey immediately. But the other part of her, the one that was filled with worry and anxiety, made her pause. What if someone sees? What if something goes wrong with Emma's spells? That part of herself said fearfully. We discussed this last night. Emma is going to make sure no one does, she reminded herself. No one will know. It's safe, and you want this. Regina nodded mentally. Gods, did she ever want this.

Her stomach tightened in anticipation, excited (and a little nervous too, admittedly) that they were going to live out one of her most desired fantasies.

When the brunette did not instantly move away from her, Emma took a step back and caught Regina's gaze. They had discussed this fantasy at length last night, it being part of the reason Regina was so thoroughly wet during their lovemaking. She was absolutely dripping at the idea that Emma might dominate her while they were in public, but Regina had confessed that she was also scared to live out this fantasy. I will likely be scared, worried, but I absolutely want to do this. However, I might need you to… to force me to comply.

"It was not a request."

Regina opened her mouth as though to speak, but her voice stayed stuck in her throat. She hadn't paused for more than a few seconds, she was sure of it, but Emma had still caught her hesitance. Regina's reluctance to obey immediately was going to cost her gravely. Uh-oh. Regina swallowed, playing with the ring on her finger as she spoke.

"I'm sorry."

"You're trying to disappoint me by disobeying me."

"Never!" Regina said earnestly. "I would never want to disappoint-"

Regina was turned so quickly, her breath caught in her throat. Emma moved them so that no one but Regina would be able to see the fierce look on her face as she reprimanded her girl.

"Do not argue with me, little girl. Your hesitation shows one of two things: either you're trying to disobey me or you do not trust me."

"I trust you," Regina insisted. "I swear it."

"Your hesitation is an act of defiance then. Your sole duty is to obey me, and you did not. You know how I feel about disobedience. You are in very serious trouble, little one. Now you will go immediately to the bathroom and you will do exactly what I told you to do. You will not disappoint me again."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Properly chastised, Regina quickly entered the bathroom as told, daring a quick glance at the four stalls, relieved to note they were all empty. She knelt before the one furthest in the room, bowing her head as she waited for her Ma'am to join her. She was in trouble, Regina knew that. She shouldn't have hesitated. Her Ma'am had promised her yesterday that she'd take care of her, that no one would ever know if Regina chose to do this tonight. But she'd still had a second of doubt that had prevented her from acting. She knew though that her Ma'am would take care of her though, that she'd never let anyone find out, and the thought that Regina had disappointed her and insinuated that she didn't trust her…

Regina's stomach flip-flopped as regret coursed through her body. She shouldn't have doubted her. She shouldn't have. She knew that nothing would happen to her as long as her Ma'am were around. She did know that, and yet she had still hesitated. She had disappointed her Ma'am, and that knowledge ached, ate at her insides until it became too much and tears slipped down her cheeks. She wanted desperately to apologise, to make it up to her Domme, to show her that she did in fact trust her completely, but she couldn't, not until the woman joined her in the bathroom. And Regina had a sinking feeling she was going to be waiting a long time as punishment.

Emma made her way through the crowd, forcing herself to mingle and chat with anyone who was free, trying desperately to tear away from the thought that Regina was currently in the bathroom waiting for her. As much as she was disappointed that the woman had hesitated in obeying her, she understood her girl's concern completely. The mayor did have a reputation to uphold, and it would be devastating to her on a professional level, not to mention personal one, if anyone were to discover her secret. However, Emma had assured the brunette last night that she was going to place a silencing spell, as well as a redirection spell over the bathroom when they'd discussed Regina's concerns last night. Emma had done just that: placing the redirection spell the second the mayor had entered the washroom, causing anyone who approached to suddenly realise they had meant to go elsewhere (the silencing spell would come a little later). Emma had made it abundantly clear that Regina had nothing to worry about, and Regina had agreed that she was satisfied with those safety measures. So there was no reason for the mayor to have paused today. The fact that she hadn't listened the command irked Emma, and her little one would definitely have to be reprimanded for that act of defiance.

When the clock showed that Regina had been kneeling in the bathroom for twenty five minutes, Emma finally decided to go and join her lover. She entered the bathroom slowly, posture stiffening and eyes hardening when her gaze fell upon the kneeling brunette. Emma closed the door, taking the time to lock the door loudly so that Regina would hear it. Afterwards, she enacted the silencing spell before confidently strolling over to her mayor, looking down at her with gratification. This was one of her favourite positions for her girl.

Emma held out her hand, ensuring it was in Regina's peripheral vision.

"Give me your hand," she barked.

Regina complied instantly, much to Emma's satisfaction. Emma then placed two fingers in Regina's palm, waiting. She was pretty sure Regina's earlier hesitance was simply reactionary, the woman taking a second to decide if she really wanted to do this before finally acting. Regina hadn't safeworded, so Emma was fairly confident that she was okay. But, fairly confident and positive were two very, very important differences. There would be no assumptions when it came to Regina's safety, so Emma waited, smiling when she received two quick squeezes to her fingers. I'm okay.

Good. Now they could play.

"You disobeyed me, pet."

"I'm sor-"

"Quiet! You will not speak unless I ask you a question. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Regina said quietly.

"Good. You disobeyed. Even after all the reassurances I gave you yesterday. Even after all the times I've told you I will always take care of you, that I will never let any harm come to you, still you hesitated. You didn't believe I'd make sure that no one discovered our secret. Do you think I actually want people to know? Do you think I'd actually let them find out?"

"No, Ma'am."

"No. I wouldn't. You are mine and no one is ever going to know about this, little one, because you are my plaything. I won't ever let anyone find that out, because I do not share." Emma took a step forward, fingers gripping Regina's chin and jerking it up so their eyes met. "I am never going to let this be discovered. Is that clear now?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Do you believe me when I say that I will always take care of you?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I do."

"Are you sure? Is there any hesitation whatsoever that I would ever let you get hurt?"

Regina shook her head vehemently.

"None, Ma'am. I'm sure."

"So next time I give you an order, even if it is in the middle of a party, what are you going to do?"

"I'll obey, Ma'am. I promise, I'll obey. I'm sorry-"

"I do not want to hear it! You think you're sorry now… just wait until we get home. You can start your apology here though by giving me what I wanted in the first place without giving me any trouble this time."

Emma waved her hand until a small bench appeared next to her feet. She magically cemented it to the floor, ensuring it wouldn't move.

"Take off my pants," Emma commanded, pleased when Regina immediately did as she was told. Emma was not going to praise her, despite how happy she was with her quick response. No. Regina would have to earn that privilege. "You're going to use that pretty little mouth to apologise to me. And you're going to do it while everyone else is right in the next room."

Emma flicked her hand again, the wall separating the bathroom from the hall seemingly disappearing. She then ordered Regina to look behind her, the brunette's eyes widening when she realised she could see perfectly into the next room. Emma enjoyed the brunette's discomfort, waiting a minute before letting her in on a little secret: they could see the party-goers, but the party-goers could not see them.

"A little trick Blue taught me," Emma said with a smirk. "Now, turn around. You're going to lick me until I come all over your face. I want you to show me how sorry you are."

Emma grasped Regina's chin, leaning forward as she looked down at her seriously.

"And don't you dare get wet. This is about my pleasure, not yours."

Regina swallowed hard, knowing that it was going to be impossible to follow that rule. Her stomach did a secret little flip-flop of excitement though, knowing that she was going to be punished in the best of ways for disobeying that particular order. Emma always used her body in the ways Regina craved when she violated the command not to get wet, and the thought of being plundered by her Domme's thick cock caused Regina to break the rule before she even got close to licking the woman between her legs. She could feel her arousal pooling between her thighs already. Regina was going to have to pay for that disobedience too, and she was thoroughly looking forward to it. Secretly, of course.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Emma nodded once, lifting her right leg onto the stool and gripping the back of Regina's head before yanking her between her legs.

"Apologise to your Ma'am."

Regina bit back a groan the second her mouth made contact with the overheated flesh before her. It was dripping, obviously aching for attention. Regina eagerly complied, her tongue coming out as far as it could to lap up as much wetness as possible. She gave three broad strokes of her tongue before zero-ing in on Emma's clit, sucking it into her mouth the way that she knew her Domme liked. She tugged hard, her stomach dropping low when she heard a grunt of pleasure from above. Nothing turned Regina on more than hearing Emma's pleasure, and her panties were quickly saturated with her arousal when she heard another low moan.

"Everyone out there is the picture of class," Emma panted, "fancy dresses and nice pantsuits, talking and laughing and having a good time, just like you should at a party." Emma grunted when Regina gave a harsh tug on her clit, fingers coiling in her hair as she continued, "And where is their mayor? The one who pretends she's some regal Queen, all proper and refined? On her fucking knees in a dirty, public bathroom. God, if only they could see you now."

Regina's stomach tightened in arousal at Emma's words, desire shooting down to her core as the woman spoke. The thought that everyone at the party was completely unaware of what she was doing, the way she was being used by their sheriff… it was an immeasurable turn on for Regina.

Emma's heart pounded in her chest as her hips jerked against Regina's mouth. Fuck, her girl was good at this. Too good. Her tongue felt incredible stroking and lapping at her cunt, eager to get her off. When Emma felt the familiar tugging of her orgasm low in her belly, she yanked Regina's head back, a spike of arousal shooting up her spine at the look of pure desire in those chocolate brown eyes.

"Make me come."

Regina nodded gladly.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Emma pulled the warm mouth back where she wanted it, leaning heavily on her left arm as she clutched the side of the nearest sink. She actively canted her hips against Regina's tongue, bucking wildly as she chased her peak. The combination of seeing everyone mingling at the party, knowing they had no idea what was happening between their mayor and their sheriff, and Regina's talented tongue lapping between her thighs ultimately threw Emma over the edge. She cried out as Regina pulled on her erect clit with her lips, legs trembling from the force of her orgasm.

Emma finally pulled the attentive lips away, panting harshly as she came down from her high. She swallowed hard to get some moisture back into her mouth before looking down at Regina.

"Clean up your mess."

Regina happily complied, staying away from the sensitive clit before her. She knew she'd be punished if she touched it, so she carefully stroked her tongue between her Domme's thighs as she lapped up the abundance of wetness there.

"Enough," Emma said sharply, pulling away. She placed her right foot back on the ground, standing at her full height on both legs. "Now, get up. I want to see how well you listened."

Regina complied, wincing as she finally moved from her position on the floor. She looked up gratefully when she received help, holding tightly to Emma's hand as she waited for the strength in her legs to return. When she was confident she could stand properly again, Regina smiled.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Emma nodded once, then twirled her finger in an indication for Regina to turn around. Regina did as she was told, her stomach tightening nervously as she prepared for what she knew was coming. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as a wandering hand made its way between her legs from behind.

"Let's see how well my little girl listens to me."

Emma's fingers drifted up between Regina's legs, knowing for a fact that she was going to find her lover sopping wet. It was a game they both enjoyed playing: Emma imposing the order that she knew for a fact Regina could not keep, giving her an excuse to punish her girl.

Emma bit back a groan as she found an incredible amount of wetness between her lover's thighs. She ignored how fucking hot it was to know Regina was this turned on and focused on the fact that her little one had disobeyed her order.

"What part of 'don't you dare get wet' did you not understand?"

Regina panted against the incredible feeling of her Ma'am's hand stroking between her thighs. She groaned in pleasure when two fingers slid inside, stretching her as they probed along her walls. Remembering that she'd been asked a question, Regina fought to catch her breath as she spoke.

"I'm s-sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean to."

Emma pumped her fingers once, grinning at the way her lover's hips bucked hard in response.

"You don't listen very well, pet."

Regina, unable to focus on anything other than the delicious pleasure between her thighs, didn't respond.

"Look at everyone out there," Emma breathed in Regina's ear, her fingers continuing to stroke in an out of her lover's overheated sex. "They have no idea you're in here, spreading your legs while the sheriff fucks you. Imagine what they'd think if they knew the mayor of their town, the face of Storybrooke, were letting herself get fucked in a room right next to them. A bathroom, no less."

Regina's hips bucked, her clit aching for attention. She rode her sheriff's fingers until they suddenly slipped out of her, Regina shaking her head in protest.

"No!" she whimpered reflexively, then bit hard on her tongue. She hadn't meant to voice that protest.

"Excuse me?" Emma growled, her amusement at the intensity of Regina's arousal instantly forgotten. "What did you say to me?"

"Nothing, Ma'am," Regina immediately stated, eyes wide and apologetic. "I didn't mean to. It just slipped out-"

"You have been having far too many slips tonight, little girl. You are going to be severely punished when we get home."

Emma waved her hand sharply, perfectly clothed once again, and returned the walls to their original state.

"We are leaving now, and you are going to inform everyone. I'll be waiting for you outside."

Regina's eyes widened. The party was still going to go on for at least another few hours. What would she tell people? They were expected to stay until the end.

"You will not defy me again."

Emma had seen the expression on Regina's face. She could tell the woman wanted to protest, wanted to say no again, but she held her tongue. It wouldn't have mattered anyway; Emma was done. She wanted to go home and play with (and punish) her toy. They'd made an appearance, and regardless of what Regina gave as an excuse for their departure tonight, Emma had zero plans of actually letting Regina take the fall for this one. She'd think of something to tell her mom tomorrow, but whatever the excuse was, Emma would make sure the blame solely fell on her and not Regina. Emma always made sure the fault lay with her and not Regina whenever she made them leave a function early. But, she did so like making her sub uncomfortable by forcing her to make up an excuse on the fly and deliver the news to others. It tickled Emma's sadistic side to watch the mayor squirm. Emma allowed herself this indulgence because she knew that Regina also enjoyed it, but only if it happened sporadically.

Emma left the bathroom a few minutes after Regina, smirking as the woman was in a full blown apology to Snow. Emma thoroughly looked forward to seeing those ruby red lips apologise to her later, wrapped around her cock as Emma used Regina's throat for her pleasure. A fresh pang of arousal hit Emma straight in the gut. God, she could not wait until they got home.

So... ideas/suggestions for Regina's punishment? Let me know what you'd like to see in the next chapter and I'll try to include what you want ;)