Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is a new story idea I have been working on.
Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT or any of the characters.
Also, this story will include consensual spanking of an adult. If you don't like, please don't read. Trigger warning for mention of rape in this chapter. It is not explicit at all, but it is mentioned.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Well, maybe if you used the thing that you're supposed to have in your head, this would not be an issue. I cannot deal with this, figure it out yourself!" Regina slammed the phone down and clasped her hands in front of her before resting them on her desk. She lowered her head to her hands and groaned. For the last month and a half, the mayor had been dealing with dumb questions and requests by the constituents of small town Storybrooke. Her head pounded and all she wanted was to go home, get into a hot bath, and have a large (or several) glasses of wine. She glanced at the clock and decided she could go home a little early today.
She packed up her tote bag with her laptop and a few files she wanted to look over that evening and headed out of the door. Her secretary said goodnight and Regina didn't even respond, eager to go home and finally relax.
The Mercedes pulled up to the mansion and she quickly went inside and kicked off her heals, not even bothering to put them away. She threw her bag down next to it and after locking the front door, she made her way into the kitchen to get a bottle of her favorite wine. She uncorked it, grabbed a glass, and went up to her bedroom. After drawing a steaming hot bath and adding some lavender oil, she undressed and climbed in. She closed her eyes and moaned as her skin got used to the scorching water. She took a large swig of the wine and swirled it around her mouth finally relaxing for the first time.
She stayed in the bath until the water was too cold to be comfortable. She took the last sip of her glass before stepping out and wrapping herself in a large, soft towel. She quickly got dressed in her silk pajamas before going downstairs to get her tote bag and heals. After depositing her heals into her closet on the shoe rack, she slipped into bed with her bag. After working for a little while, her headache returned, along with her frustration.
She had been feeling like this for a while now. She just could not relax for longer than a few short moments and when those moments were done, she went right back to her stress. She put the file down, opened her laptop, and pulled up the browser. She searched for relaxation techniques and snickered at the results. She didn't have time nor the interest in doing any of the activities: yoga, running, deep breathing exercises. She clicked back and went to the next result, a forum. She read this woman's story. It seemed very similar to her own. The lady was an attorney with long work hours, no significant other, and seemed to be a hard ass. She read the comments and one caught her eye: "Have a good cry. It seems embarrassing, but do it by yourself, nobody ever has to know. It really helps. Trust me."
She didn't want to cry. It was embarrassing and beneath her. She was never allowed to cry as a child. She closed her laptop and put the files back into her bag. She then turned off the lights and tucked herself under the warm, thick blankets.
She tossed and turned for the next few hours as she tried to get some rest. She groaned as she realized it was going to be another sleepless night. She rolled over, turned on the bedside lamp, and grabbed her laptop. When she opened the computer, the forum came back up. She reread the answers and only because she was too tired and stressed to think straight, she decided to give crying a shot.
She put the laptop on the bed next to her and willed herself to cry. When that didn't work, she thought of any sad memory or thought she could. She thought about her childhood and her horrible mother. She thought about her ex-husband and how he raped her for years. She even tried thinking of dead horses. Nothing worked.
She yelled in frustration, grabbed the first thing she could, and threw is across the room. Luckily, it was a pillow and not her laptop.
She picked the laptop back up and opened the browser again. She opened a new tab and searched for cathartic crying. She clicked around and read everything she could. She wanted to become an expert on the subject. She continued reading until she came upon an interesting link titled "catharsis spanking." She paused before clicking it. She wasn't really considering it, she was just curious, at least that was what she was telling herself.
She spent the next several hours reading everything there was to know about cathartic spanking. She read every description and testimony, and looked at many photos. She was a mixture appalled at what she saw and mesmerized. "What is wrong with me. Why am I seriously considering this?" She said out loud. "Maybe its because I haven't slept well in over a month and I am getting desperate. Oh God, I really just said I was desperate," she thought.
She opened a new tab and googled "cathartic spanking Maine" just to see what would come up. She clicked on the first link entitled "Miss Emma" and looked at the her bio. After reading about her and making sure that she was not into BDSM or anything of that nature (because she knew that wasn't for her), she looked at the different options. There was punishment, domestic discipline, life coaching, and cathartic therapy.
Regina clicked on the cathartic therapy and read the description.
"Don't think that because its cathartic that this won't be a real spanking. This spanking will hurt and you will cry. At the end of the session, you will feel relaxed and stress free."
"This really seems like what I need." Regina thought, "What the hell am I thinking?! This is crazy! I am crazy! I am not going to let some random person spank me!" She put the laptop down and tried again to go to sleep.
The next day at the office, Regina tried to get work done, but all she could think of was Miss Emma and getting the release that she needed. She went back onto the website and read the description again "you will feel relaxed and stress free." God what she would do to feel that way. "What the hell? Filling out an application won't do any harm. I never have to send it in." She clicked on the application and read over the questions, quickly filling out the demographic ones at the top. As she kept going, it got harder and harder.
"What is your favorite spanking position?"
"What implements would you like me to use?"
"What implements would you not like me to use?"
"What kind of hit do you like? Thuddy or stingy?
"Would you like any other kind of punishment during the session including but not limited to corner time and scolding? (Remember I am not a call girl or prostitute. There will be no penetration or other sexual acts during punishment or as punishment.)"
"How much skin do you want to reveal during the session? Remove pants, remove pants and underwear, or remove all clothing?"
The last question took her by surprise though: "Why do you want to be spanked?"
She thought long and hard and finally wrote her answer.
"Cathartic spanking was a concept that I stumbled upon when researching techniques to relieve myself of the stress in my daily life. I am a successful woman in power and oftentimes have to take care of everything for everyone. Although I usually handle this quite well, for the last couple of months, I have not been. I wish for once someone would take care of me and help me with my problems instead."
This answer really surprised her. She didn't even realize that she felt this way until she let it all pour out of her. She also couldn't believe that she was being vulnerable and putting all of this out there for some stranger.
There were over 100 questions and before she knew it, Regina had filled out all of them. She contemplated submitting it and realized that even if she did, the chances that this woman would accept her were slim. Before she could talk herself out of it, she pressed submit.
Regina tried not to think about it for the rest of the day and focus on work, but found it hard as she refreshed her email constantly. When the clock struck five, she packed up her bag, got into her Mercedes, and drove home.
She tried to relax as she made herself dinner and attempted to watch the news, but quickly realized that it would be impossible. She decided to get ready for bed early and try to actually sleep that night.
When she was in bed and just about to turn off the light, she checked her email one last time. She had a new message from MsEmma gmail . com. The subject line said "You've been approved."
AN: Hope you all enjoyed! I just have a general outline for this story, so if anyone has any ideas, please message me or leave a comment!