Chapter Four
Storybrooke, 2011
"Maybe a little spanking will put you in your place," Regina teased.
"Shit," Emma whispered, swallowing hard as began to realize how serious Regina really was about this.
"What's the matter, Emma?" Regina said, flashing her perfect white teeth in a smile. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
"So, do I have to call you, like, mistress, or something?" Emma asked, as she tried to think of anything she knew about BDSM - which, admittedly, wasn't much.
Regina smirked. "Mistress? Oh, no dear. In light of the fact that I am supposedly some sort of 'evil queen', I was thinking that Your Majesty would be much more appropriate."
"Your Majesty?" Emma repeated.
"It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? I suppose 'My Queen' might also suffice. But don't worry dear, out in public you may refer to me as Madam Mayor," Regina said with a playful wink, grinning at the shocked look on Emma's face.
"Oh, how kind of you, Your Majesty," Emma said, rolling her eyes.
"Watch yourself, Emma. That kind of brattiness will find you in trouble once we have a contract in place.
Emma faltered slightly, not only at the idea of finding herself in trouble with Regina, but at the notion that Regina thought she'd be sticking around long enough to even have a contract in place, let alone have the opportunity to be out in public with the Mayor.
Even still, she made a mental note that she should absolutely continue such brattiness once the contract was in place, just in case, if only just to see what 'in trouble' truly meant.
"For now," Regina continued, raking her eyes over Emma's body. She was still clothed, but the skinny jeans and flimsy white tank top left little to the imagination. "This is all just for fun. I'm not going to overwhelm you with rules and if you choose to leave tomorrow and never come back, I won't hold it against you."
"And if I were to choose not to leave tomorrow?" Emma asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"Well, let's just worry about tonight for now, shall we? Tell me, Emma, have you ever been spanked before?"
Emma shook her head vehemently. "Not… not like this. Not since I was a kid, and it was a punishment."
Regina offered half a shrug. "This is a punishment."
"Right," Emma nodded, "but not really the same thing, is it? Your Majesty?"
Regina grinned again at the title. In her years in Storybrooke, and especially since becoming a mother, it was easy to forget that side of her ever even existed. She was the Mayor, yes, but her years as a mother had softened her considerably. As much as she wouldn't trade motherhood for anything, she still felt herself growing bored of the Storybrooke denizens who blindly followed her every whim, because they didn't have a choice in the matter.
Emma, however, had a choice. And that's what made this fun.
"No, it's not really the same thing," Regina conceded. "And since it's your first time, I'll go a little easier on you. I won't even ask you to remove your clothing, unless you want to."
Emma blushed, and turned her eyes to the ground for a moment, attempting to regain her composure before meeting the Mayor's gaze again. "No, uh, I think I'll keep them on… your Majesty."
Regina nodded. "That's alright. Now, I said I wouldn't overwhelm you with rules, but there are a few things we need to go over first. Most importantly, a safe word. Do you know what that is?"
"Kinda?" Emma said, with a shrug. She'd heard the term, but she'd never actually used one.
"To the outsider, looking in at the BDSM world, it appears that the Domme holds all the power, yes?"
Emma nodded.
"Truthfully, it's the submissive who holds the power of veto, meaning that you say one word, and I stop what I'm doing, without repercussions. You can scream, cry, beg me to stop, but I won't unless you say that word. Now, I want you to think of something that you will remember, but that you won't be tempted to yell out unless you need to."
Emma nodded again, knitting her eyebrows together as she considered her options. "Minnesota," she said, decisively.
"Minnesota?" Regina repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Alright."
Regina offered Emma a reassuring smile as she took her by the hand and led her across the room to an ornate looking wooden chair, that appeared to Emma almost like a medieval throne. Regina sat on the deep red velvet seat, perched near the edge of the chair so her thighs accessible, and guided Emma to stand to the right of her.
"Where did you even get this stuff?" Emma asked, her voice betraying her nerves as her eyes wondered around the various unfamiliar items in the room, once again.
"Shh, it's not question time. Come on," Regina said, patting her thighs with her left hand.
Emma hesitated for a moment, just long enough to make Regina wonder if she was having second thoughts.
"It's not too late to back out," Regina offered, giving Emma a small squeeze to the hand she was still holding.
Emma shook her head. "No, I… I wanna try it… I'm just… nervous. I didn't really expect this, you know?"
Regina nodded. "I know. Trust me, I didn't expect it the first time, either."
Emma raised an eyebrow in surprise. "The first time… you were spanked?"
"Stop changing the subject. This isn't about me, it's about you. Now hurry up," Regina insisted, patting her thighs again.
Emma took a deep breath, wondering if she was crazy for agreeing to this. No, she'd reached crazy when she'd agreed to stay in the home of a complete stranger when she could have easily spent the night in a hotel, or, truthfully, even made it home unharmed.
She'd surpassed crazy when she took it upon herself to go exploring around said stranger's home, alone in the dark, going so far as to pick a lock to access this very room.
But as she knelt down and laid herself over Regina's thighs, her knees on the floor behind her and her hands finding the ground on the other side, she let out a long exhale and realized this didn't feel so crazy. This was exciting.
Emma closed her eyes as she felt Regina lay her left hand flat between her shoulder blades, and began stroking her right hand over her lower back and her jean clad ass.
"Try to relax," Regina said, from above her, and Emma exhaled again. She hadn't even realized she'd started holding her breath again the moment Regina's hands touched her. "I promised I'd go easy on you, and I will."
Regina continued to stroke Emma's back, pushing up the bottom of her tank top to caress the bare skin there, until she felt the other woman start to relax. In the Enchanted Forest, Maleficent hadn't been quite so inclined to relax her before her first punishment, but, Regina reasoned, that was a different time and a different world. She had been young and naive and completely infatuated, and Maleficent had known exactly what she was doing.
As foreign as being submissive might be to Emma, dominance in this sort of setting was just as foreign to Regina, and she didn't want to screw it up and scare Emma away after one night.
"Ready?" Regina asked, finally, once Emma seemed fully relaxed and calm.
Emma nodded.
"Use your words, please," Regina instructed, finding herself slipping into her Mayoral persona. She figured that was the safest role to play, as the Evil Queen might be a bit much, so soon.
"Yes, your Majesty. I'm ready."
"Good girl," Regina said, removing her hand from under Emma shirt and placing it firmly on her left ass cheek. "How old are you?"
"Twenty eight, your Majesty."
"Hmm… fifty six seems like a bit much, doesn't it? Let's go with thirty five."
Emma nodded again. Doubling her age to dictate the number of spankings hadn't seemed that bad when she was a kid, but she wasn't sure she could make it through fifty six.
"Words, Emma," Regina reminded her again, a little firmer this time.
"Yes, your Majesty. Thirty five."
"Three rules: you will not swear, you will not kick me, or try to remove yourself from my lap without permission, and if you want to stop, at any time, you will use your safe word. Understood?"
"Yes, your Majesty."
"And what's your safe word?"
"Minnesota."
"And when will you use it?"
Emma rolled her eyes, grateful that Regina couldn't actually see her face from her vantage point, just in case that counted as the type of brattiness that would earn her more punishment.
"If I want you to stop."
"Good girl. You may hold onto my ankle if you if so desire. And I want you to count, out loud. Ready?"
"Yes, your Majesty."
Emma drew in a deep breath as she felt Regina remove her hand, and second later she felt the sting of the first slap, right in the middle of her left ass cheek.
"One," Emma gasped, feeling an immediate surge of emotions rushing through her at once. Her face was burning from the flush of humiliation, and yet she could feel excitement rising up in her belly, and the thrill of the anticipation of the next spank.
"Two," Emma breathed, feeling herself relax slightly as the second slap landed on her right ass cheek. It really didn't hurt that bad, and if she was being honest, it was already starting to turn her on.
Suddenly, she could see why people were into this sort of thing.
Regina continued to pepper her ass with spanks, and Emma counted along dutifully, until the twelfth landed right on the sensitive area of her sit spot.
"Ow! Shi...oot," Emma whined, catching herself before she completed the swear, and taking up Regina's offer to hold onto her ankle. She hadn't needed it until now, but that one hurt like a bitch. "Twelve."
Regina smirked, and felt Emma's grip tighten on her ankle when she landed the thirteenth spanking on her other sit spot. Emma let out a whimper.
"Emma?" Regina asked, when she failed to count out loud.
"Thirteen," Emma said, less excitedly than she'd announced the other numbers. Regina guessed they were hitting the point where this felt more like punishment than kinky foreplay, and she was glad she'd decided to reduce the number, though she was already beginning to wonder if thirty five was too high.
But Emma continued to count, and squeeze her ankle, and stop herself from swearing time and again. By the time they hit twenty eight, Emma was in tears.
"Only seven more to go, Emma. You're doing so well," Regina cooed from above her, and the praise and encouragement seemed to be all Emma needed to get through the rest.
"Thirty five!" Emma cried, almost valiantly through her tears, when the last spanking landed square in the middle of her ass. Regina had just finished, and Emma was already trying to squirm her way off of her lap.
"Shh, Emma, just relax," Regina said, gently, as she began rubbing her hand in soothing circles over Emma's ass.
Emma let out a long sigh and relaxed against Regina again. Her head was spinning with a million thoughts and emotions, but somehow Regina's hand - which had just been the cause of all that pain - was now bringing her immense comfort. She still clung to Regina's ankle with one hand, as she raised the other to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
After a few more minutes of silence, Regina gently urged Emma back into a standing position, before sliding back in her chair and pulling Emma down to sit on her lap.
Without thinking, Emma curled herself into Regina, her head finding its place nuzzled under Regina's chin, against her chest.
Regina paused for a moment. She hadn't really expected that, but even if this punishment was mild, even by her own standards, it was still intense for Emma. She wrapped one arm around the blonde's back, and brought the other one up to stroke her soft hair, now damp with sweat.
"You did so, so well," Regina said, softly into her ear. "Can you tell me why you got in trouble?"
Emma sniffed back another tear. "Because I went sneaking around your house and broke into your basement without permission."
Regina smiled to herself, thinking about the irony that she'd just punished Emma for walking into exactly what she'd wanted to introduce her to, but hadn't known how.
"And are you going to do something like that again?"
Emma shook her head quickly against Regina's chest. "No, your Majesty."
"Good girl," Regina said, with a smile, tilting her head to give Emma a small kiss on the forehead. She did it without thinking; it just seemed like the natural thing to do, and Emma just breathed a sigh and closed her eyes.
"Such a good, good girl."