How about a little more teasing? Oh, I do love a bit of a tease. I would like to thank all of you who left a review. I look forward to feedback and my inbox is always open to suggestion, as well. I wanted to speak with a couple of you, but I can't message guest reviewers, so I'll do it here. Aly, I think our ideas of Regina are, in fact, quite similar.

Laura M. begging generally does nothing for me, as I like to do what I want, but I'm feeling generous, so if it's a spanking scene you want, then it's a spanking scene you shall have. I don't know if all of you are Emmas, but I can say that I am more of a Regina. Though I would be an Emma for the right Regina, if she wanted me to.

Enough about me. This is all rated very M for a reason.

I don't own anything to do with OUAT.

She leaves me to lock the room down, drawing the blinds again. She doesn't seem to feel the need to look at me through any of it, though I'm sure she knows I'm staring. How can one person be so fucking sexy? Am I imagining she's this hot? How do clothes fit that well on anyone? How does she move so easily in those shoes? How come her lipstick never, and I mean never, strays from its place? And her hair doesn't, either. She's definitely some kind of deity. I don't know if I can even handle-

Her hand is in my hair, yanking my head back. I reach back to catch myself, put she pushes me forward again so I can't put my hands on the floor.

"This is what gets you into trouble, Miss Swan." She growls in my ear. She pulls my head back again and I can feel her knees pressing into my upper back. "Your head is always in the clouds."

She stands and pulls me up with her, only allowing me up on my knees again as she stretches to her full height, her right hand still gripping my hair. She sits in her chair and drags me, without ceremony, over her knees. It's not a comfortable position, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it's going to get even less comfortable as time passes. She's touching me again, though, so that's a bonus. She tries to push my pants down, but they aren't budging.

"Up. Come on." She taps my ass. I lift myself off her and she wastes no time unbuttoning my jeans, slapping my hands away and ignoring that I clearly said I could do it myself. She yanks them down my thighs and pulls me back over her lap.

She rests her elbows on my back. "So, Emma." She sighs. "While I highly doubt it, I would like to make sure I'm not reading you wrong... are you okay with this?"

"Um, well," I start... do I want her to spank me? I think so. I definitely want her to touch me. To kiss me. To fuck me. To make me hers. I decide I'm willing to accept a little correction if I get all the good stuff that goes along. "Yes."

"I thought as much." She replies smugly, wrapping her arm around my waist and raising her other hand. She brings it down. I can kind of see it in my peripheral vision when I turn my head. Jesus Christ. It connects and pound for pound, she must have one mean swing, because the sting is so sharp I can't suck air in fast enough to counteract the sensation before she strikes again. A few slaps in, she pulls my panties down, not that they were helping.

"So," she starts talking between spanking me, "Let's address this issue you seem to have with paying attention, Miss Swan."

No matter how far I arch my back or push against the floor with my feet, there is no break and it's already really starting to hurt... and she seems to be very into assaulting the same spots.

"I suspect," she gloats, "that you are feeling quite present right now, aren't you?"

"Yes." I hiss through gritted teeth. One of my hands has found its way around her ankle.

"I'm so glad to hear that." She slaps the lower half of my right ass cheek for what seems like the hundredth time in a row.

"Fuck!" It slips out at the same time my hand flies back to cover the poor spot.

She stops. Calmly, she pries my hand from my own ass and she pulls it behind my back, pressing her palm to mind as if it was a handshake. Worst handshake ever. She continues, starting with the same spot, "You will watch your language, young lady."

"And you will stop floating off on your little imaginary boat in the middle of my class. It is insulting, even if it because you are dreaming about me…" She starts spanking me harder, or at least it feels that way, "and I know that's what you're doing, but during class time, I expect you to learn."

The next minute is silent, save for the slapping sound. I'm just frustrated at this point. It hurts. I can't get away, I can't take a deep breath, and I can feel my eyes welling up. Despite this, I am so turned on, I could burst.

She stops and pulls me up, situating me on my knees between her legs, my chest heaving. I feel it... gravity drags a single tear down my cheek. She grabs my hand as I reach to wipe it away and she watches it fall with a strange sparkle in her eye. "Is that for me, beautiful?" She murmurs, but she's not even really speaking to me. I don't know whether I should be more concerned that she seems to really like my tears or that I am so turned on, I can smell myself. She runs her thumb across my cheek and wipes the tear away. Cupping my chin, she leans in and presses her perfect lips to mine, stealing my breath instantly.

She pulls away and I am reminded that I sat in fire. She studies my face and holds my hands in her lap, "Are you okay, Emma?"

I nod again.

She cocks a brow, "I didn't hear a response."

"Yes, Miss Mills, I'm okay."

"Good." She replies, pulling me again, directing me back across her lap.

I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath, waiting for her palm to descend. Instead, I feel her spreading me open, running her fingers through my wetness and suddenly, she slips at least two fingers inside me as far as they will go and she is stroking my g-spot slowly. Her other hand wanders up under my shirt and her nails rake over the skin on my back just hard enough to distract me from the nicer sensations.

"Emma," She continues fingering me, but she reaches up and strokes my hair, "I want to play with you, but I also want you to succeed in my class."

She grabs my waist and pulls me against her so she can cross her legs. Now my ass is all the way in the air and she starts rubbing my clit. It's all a bit much for my fragile little brain to wrap around. I am suddenly on the edge of cumming. I still can't even comprehend how I got here.

"In fact, I demand it." She adds, snatching her touch away and pushing me off her lap and to my knees again.

"Nooooooo," I moan in frustration.

She leans back in her chair and smiles at me like some kind of sexy shark that wants to eat me.

"I'm going to take you home with me, Miss Swan, and I am going to make you suffer allllllllllllllllll night for my own pleasure while you study, and tomorrow, when I give this class a quiz on the reading assignments so far, you are going to get an A, or you are not going to cum for a week... If you get an A, I will reward you."

My breath catches in my chest. The idea of her putting her hands on me is unbearably exciting.

She reaches out and strokes my face. I lean into it and she lets me.

"Are you going to please me, Emma?"

I nod again, "Yes, Miss Mills."

"Good girl, because the next time I feel the need to spank you for anything other than my desires, you will not enjoy it so much, Miss Swan. I assure you."

She straightens her blouse and begins to gather her things while I pull my jeans back on. My pussy is so wet and so achy, just walking in the tight denim is torture as I follow her to her car, wondering what the rest of the night will bring.