AN: If you didn't notice, I replaced the third chapter "Talking During Class" with "Saturday Detention." (As for why, it's in the AN for that chapter). So Make sure you go read that before you read this!

Ok So this chapter is kinda short I know.

Extra Credit

Saturday: Hot Cocoa and Cinnamon

"You have been very naught Miss Swan, and that requires a punishment." Regina tapped the ruler against the palm of her hand.

"What are yo-" But Emma's words were cut off mid question with the sharp stinging sound of smacking exposed skin. "Fuck!" the blonde shrieked at the contact.

Regina tsked at her reaction. "We may have the luxury of being alone in the building right now, but that does not mean I appreciate the high pitched screaming, thank you dear." She brought the ruler down again, smirking as it was followed by the shallow whimper of the blonde. "Better." The ruler came down on her exposed ass again, and again, each time leaving a bright red trail in its wake. The Professor repeated the assault several more times until she decided Emma had paid for her crimes.

"You may sit up now." And at the sound of the verbal permission, Emma nervously flipped her body over on the desk, still overly confused at what was going on. Everything seemed so surreal at this point she was having trouble telling whether she was stuck in a dream or not. A weird kinky porno dream. She winced at the pain of her sore ass pressed against the hard surface, but she knew at this point complaining would definitely not get her what she so desperately needed at that point.

Professor Mills came to stand right in front of the blonde. "Now tell me dear. How did that feel?" She still had that sadistic grin on her face, but Emma wouldn't have seen it anyway, for she refused to look anywhere but the ground. Tears were prickling her eyes and she didn't want to give Regina the satisfaction of knowing why. Emma. She wasn't crying because she was in pain. No, she was crying because she felt ashamed for enjoying every second of it.

Regina wasn't stupid though. She knew the affect she had on people. "You can tell me Miss Swan, I know girls like you. Dirty girls. They like it when I punish them." She began to trail her hand lazily up and down Emma's bare thigh. "You liked it too didn't you, Emma?" The sound of her name for the first time spoken by her professor's lips sent a jolt of arousal through her body. It cut Emma deep hearing how accurate her words were. She did enjoy it. Every last spank. If she was being honest with herself she would have said she was disappointed it ended.

"Yes." She answered her question in a low, almost inaudible whisper.

"Hm? What was that dear, you really must speak up?"

"I said yes. I liked it…" even just simply admitting it felt dirty and wrong to Emma.

"I knew you would." She smirked. Her fingers moved to cup the blonde's chin, tilting her head up and lifting her bright green eyes off of the floor whether she liked it or not. "Now tell me Emma, would you like me to touch you? Would you like me to make you come?"

Emma couldn't do anything but simply nod. "Please..."

Emma tapped her nails nervously against the surface of the white ceramic mug. Tap tap tap tap.

She was having trouble sitting in the booth at Granny's, as she waited for Ruby to get off her shift so they could talk about their plans for the night. Every time she shifted even the slightest, she was placing unwanted pressure on her bottom (which was nice shades of pinks and reds by the time Professor Mills had finished with it).

Emma stared down at the cinnamon that lightly dusted the mountain swirl of whip cream topping off her hot cocoa. Her mind slowly drifted back to a few hours ago when she was standing bent over the Professors desk.

"Ems. Is everything ok?" Ruby took a seat in the booth across from the blonde. "You seem a little... Off."

It was a little after noon by the time the girls had finally met up at Granny's.

The blonde looked up at her friend in surprise, suddenly pulled out of her own deep train of thought. "Huh?" She brought the mug to her lips as she scrambled to come up with a quick response. The familiar taste of smooth chocolate calmed her slightly. Licking her lips she put the drink back down and answered casually, "I'm fine. Just tired."

The brunette shrugged off Emma's weirdness. "Anyway," she instantly perked up, "Have you talked to Jefferson yet?"

Emma froze. Fuck. She had promised she would get the stuff for Ruby's party tonight. "Well..." Ruby smiled excitedly, "Did you get it?" With everything going on with Professor Mills, Emma honestly had forgotten about the party, much less the drugs. "How much did you get?" Ruby lowered her voice, continuing her questions.

Emma bit her lip. What should she tell her? What could she tell her? "Here's the thing Rubes..." But before she said anything else, she was interrupted by Granny to take Ruby's order.

Emma leaned back in the booth, letting out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding in. Just as Granny was finishing on scribbling Ruby's order down in her little notebook, something caught Emma's eye outside the window of the diner. "Hey, I'll be right back, ok..."

Emma jumped up "Hey! Jefferson, wait up!" The boy turned, but as soon as he saw who it was, he put his hands out defensively. "Please, I'm sorry Ems, I wish I could help but... just leave me alone."

Emma stared at him confused. "Is this about what happened Thursday?" She took a few steps closer, frowning as he took a few steps back as well.

"Look Emma, I really like you but I like not being stuck in prison a whole lot more." He gave her an apologetic look.

"What are you talkin-" She cut herself off, "Professor Mills?" Emma couldn't understand why he was so scared of her.

Jefferson softened his expression. Emma didn't understand what she had gotten herself into. "You've heard the stories about her, haven't you?" Emma nodded. "So then you know she always gets what she wants, and she tolerates no one who gets in her way." Emma slowly nodded again, not one hundred percent sure where this way going. "And she's made it clear what she wants, is you."

Emma folded her arms around herself. She shied away from Jefferson's knowing stare which felt like it was burning straight into her soul. She tried to laugh it off. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me. Emma she very clear that I needed to stay away from you after class on Friday. What was it she said exactly, oh right 'Miss Swan is no longer of your concern. If I ever see you so much as talking to her, I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do.'"

Emma gulped nervously. She didn't know what to say to him, but she was sure she wasn't ready to tell him about all the things she had done with the Professor (more like what the Professor had done to her) just a few hours prior.

After a few moments of silence had passed, Jefferson continued. "It's obvious she has some weird creepy thing for you Emma." His tone implied he was fishing for a response. Something to confirm his suspicions.

"Absolutely not!" Emma answered a little too eagerly, shaking her head a little too fast. "I mean..." She took a breath to try and steady herself, "She was probably just still mad about the lunch thing Thursday."

"Yeah maybe. Just- just be careful around her Emma."

The blonde smiled and nodded. "So... Now that we got all that cleared up..."

Jefferson rolled his eyes. "How much do you need?"

AN: OK So what do you guys think? Feel free to review or PM me and let me know :)