Note: This is a fill for the ouat kink meme. The prompt was "[In Neverland] Emma isn't the only Lost Girl on the island. The magic of the island causes Snow to be de-aged to 10 or 11. Although sweet-natured, Snow remains stubborn as well as fearless. The only authority she recognizes is Regina (she remembers her as her step-mother). She ends up doing something foolhardy and Regina either scolds or spanks her to tears. Although both Emma and David slightly approve of it (Snow scared them shitless) since it's Regina they can't help but feel bad for Snow." I also go the title from the prompt.

This story contains the non consensual spanking of a minor, so if that offends you, read no further. This is purely a work of fiction. I don't believe in spanking children, especially if the adult is angry at the time.

All mistakes are my own. I do not own ouat. Thanks for reading!


Lost Girl Snow

Chapter 1: Hero Complex vs. Accountability

"Tinkerbell, I need a few minutes alone with Snow. Would you mind letting us use your home?" Regina asked, her eyes never leaving Snow, who was leaning on the makeshift table (out of Regina's reach) with her arms over her chest.

The former fairy jumped at the chance to move out of range of Regina's oncoming wrath, letting the woman know, "Sure. I'll leave you to it, then," before climbing down the ladder and closing the hatch behind her.

Tense silence filled the hut as Regina stood, glaring at Snow and making the girl fidget as she stared back with wide eyes.

"It's time we had a talk about your unfortunate predilection for endangering your life," the older woman stated.

"I was trying to help. Wendy tricked me," Snow whined. In that moment, Regina was taken aback at the striking similarity between Snow's pout and Henry's. Also, the boy had exhibited the same independent attitude too many times to count lately. She now blamed her son's over-zealous heroics on Snow's family genes. Which brought her train of thought to another relevant point to make.

"And that can be accounted for due to your lack of forethought. When you rush headlong into situations—alone, might I add—you open yourself up to countless threats without any way to protect yourself!" Regina looked very angry now, for her eyes had darkened and her frown deepened. The woman clenched her fists at her sides as she continued, "Everyone here is already looking for one lost child. We don't have time to go chasing after you, too."

Snow responded with offence to these words as she spoke with annoyance.

"You just think I can't do anything! Well, I'm not useless. I just want to help find Henry."

Regina didn't bother correcting Snow's assumption (because, quite frankly, Regina had been the only one accomplishing anything lately), but the girl's pigheadedness prompted her to sternly retort, "The only thing you should be doing at present is obeying the instructions you are given, but you seem to be having trouble remembering what that means."

She walked over to what Tinkerbell considered a table, pulling a tree stump/chair out into the middle of the hut.

As she sat down, she spoke, "So now, Snow White, I am giving you one chance to prove to me that you know how to heed my authority. Bend over my knee. You're getting a spanking."

Snow startled at the order. She accompanied her reaction by shaking her head frantically and reaching her hands back to cover her bottom.

"You can't hit me. You aren't allowed to hit me," Snow stuttered as she tried to remind Regina of the stipulation the king had placed on Regina's control over Snow's discipline, since he considered the physical punishment of females improper. The new queen had silently disagreed with Leopold, believing the spoiled princess could benefit from a little corporal punishment, but she had gone along with the king's wishes. Bearing in mind that the king had passed on some time ago, Regina saw no need to follow old dogma.

"We are a long way from the palace and the Enchanted Forest. I will do whatever is necessary to ensure the safety of everyone traveling with us, including you, since you can't be bothered to do the same. No more stalling, young lady. Bend over my lap," she repeated.

Snow seemed to shrink in fear as she struggled to comply. She wrung her hands for several seconds as she tepidly looked at her stepmother's formidable pose.

"That's enough," Regina remarked gruffly, reaching out for the preteen before pulling her face down across her knees. The girl attempted to regain her balance, but Regina re-positioned her quickly, making Snow's backside a prime target. "I was merely going to spank you with my hand if you had complied, but your continued disobedience has now earned you a paddling," she spoke in an exasperated tone while sliding the girl's leggings down to her knees.

"No! Please, no, I don't want a spanking!" Snow cried, throwing a hand back to cover her panties.

Regina rolled her eyes at the princess's over-dramatic actions as she rolled up the cuff of her blazer.

"Aside from what every subject in your kingdom would have you believe, the world does not revolve around your desires. Now, move your hand, little girl, or your undergarments will be taken down as well," Snow's stepmother warned. Her words were effective, since Snow finally did as she was told. "You'd best hold onto my ankle if you feel the urge to move your hand again because if you reach back here while I'm punishing you, I will bare your bottom."

Upon hearing the humiliating threat, Snow sniffled as tears filled her eyes, but she took Regina's advice.

"This isn't fair," the girl complained, squirming slightly across her stepmother's knees.

"Quite the contrary, my dear, this comeuppance is very fair. What isn't fair is me having to split my time and energy between finding Henry and tracking you down when you wander off into danger. I swear, you're somehow worse behaved the second time around," Regina lectured.

Truthfully, after Snow's magical mishap transformed her into a child, Regina had expected little else from her step-daughter besides magnified self-absorption. However, after spending two days trying (and failing miserably) to keep the girl out of harm's way–while simultaneously worrying about her kidnapped son—Regina's patience had snapped.

Without warning, she started smacking Snow's tiny backside, not even using half her strength yet eliciting loud cries of pain from her young charge. Regina briefly wondered how much coddling the girl had received before her mother died (because Heaven knew the girl's father kept it up enough for both himself and his deceased wife.) And Charming certainly wasn't any better on that front.

She continued lecturing Snow about the hazards associated with her lack of good sense, all the while spanking the girl sharply over her panties. Regina deprecated the poor choices Snow had made in the last forty-eight hours, and soon, the young girl was sobbing heartily and jolting with every smack contributing to the heat in her backside.

Assuming she had given the girl about two dozen smacks with her hand, Regina paused the punishment. The woman extended her right arm in front of her with the palm facing up. Then, she closed her eyes, summing her magical energy to conjure a wooden hairbrush. The item appeared in her outstretched hand, at which point Regina brought it over to show the troublemaker across her knees.

"This is what disobedience gets you," she said, forcing the little brunette to look at the terrifying, oval object in her stepmother's grasp. At the sight, Snow tried with all her strength to push herself off her stepmother's lap.

"I'm sorry, I'll be good! Don't spank me with that, please. You punished me enough. I won't run off again, and I'll do everything you tell me. Please!" Snow begged through her tears. The girl's tone of voice reminded Regina of her exchange with Mary Margaret in the sheriff's office several months ago right before the woman's trial for the (fake) murder of Kathryn. Just as before, Regina had little sympathy, outside of feeling slightly remorseful for turning Snow White's backside rose red.

"You had plenty of chances to behave, but you made the choice not to, and now you'll face the consequences." Thinking herself rather generous, Regina informed the crying girl, "Since you are eleven years old at the moment, you'll only be getting twenty-two more smacks. Then we will rejoin the others back at the campsite, and that will be the end of this disaster of a day."

The preteen over her knee had other ideas, though, since she cried, "Nooooo! Please don't do it!"

"Would you prefer I give you twice your actual age instead? That would be upwards of sixty."

"Uh-uh, I don't want the hairbrush."

"I'm amazed at your ability to dig yourself in deeper," Regina muttered before tightening her hold on Snow's waist, raising the brush to shoulder-level, and bringing it down on the pink bottom in front of her.

The jumpy girl nearly screamed when she felt the burning impact of the wood against her cloth-covered skin.

"This is not a theatrical production, dear, you needn't be so dramatic about it," Regina chided, landing a few smacks on the girl's sit spots.

"It hurts! It hurts so badly!" Despite her words, which sounded rife with frustration, Snow toned down her reaction to the spanking, causing Regina to chuckle to herself for calling her stepdaughter's bluff.

"It's a spanking; it's supposed to hurt. Maybe hurting for a little while will jog your memory the next time you think it's ok to jump into harm's way."

Something in the girl snapped at that point. Her next words came out angry and full of resentment.

"You're being mean and vile, and I don't want to be around you anymore!" the little girl kept kicking and struggling against Regina's hold as she yelled. If they had been anywhere else besides Neverland at the moment, Regina would have rejoiced at the last part of the princess's sentence. As it were, cooperation was necessary on this God-forsaken island.

After hauling the girl back into place and landing several more swats on her bottom, Regina threw a barb of her own, "You are being a foolhardy, selfish little girl, and if I had a bar of soap, I would make you put it in your mouth for the way you're speaking to me. Hush up and hold still, or I'll make this much worse."

The girl's brattiness intensified briefly as she bucked her legs and beat the wooden floor with her hands (Regina point blank refused to help the girl deal with whatever bodily injuries she incurred aside from her red ass.) However, the effort to keep up the fight while still dealing with the barrage against her rear end ate away her energy. By the time Regina gave her the fifteen swat, Snow let herself go limp over the woman's knee. She took the final smacks with no more fuss, instead just crying out with each one and letting her tears fall.


There will be one more part to this about the rest of the group's reactions to Regina's (and Snow's) actions. And Snow will be comforted, of course.