Author's Note: *waves* hacks* Hi everyone! Sorry it has been so long. Personal stuffs came up and then *sneezes* I got a summer cold. Thanks to all you have began to read the story, pull up a tuffet and enjoy.
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Inconnu: Thank you so much! I usually spend a lot of time marathoning the show (especially Swan/Queen parts) to get the charries down. And all answers will be revealed in time. ;)
So I've usually got a hawk's eye when it comes to triggers in content due to my own little issues. I find this chapter a little iffy so I'm gonna be safe rather than sorry and say, Trigger Warning. Mostly for Emma's emotions and headspace.
Now...
the story...
Emma slowly approached the house, biting her lips. She thought about what a bad idea this was, again.
It had been her mantra since she had started coming here.
The routine was predictable.
Still, she craved it.
She opened the heavy door, and nearly tip-toed into the foyer. Sometimes Regina wasn't at home, but she would usually show up within a few moments of Emma entering the house. Today however, she was home; the study door was open, and she could see Regina reading a book.
"Are you coming inside or not?" Regina asked not bothering to look up.
Emma felt her face color and walked into the room. She slipped out of her leather jacket and her white shirt. Out of the entire routine, this is the part she hated the most, being exposed. Regina had never made a comment either good or bad about her body, but it was the fact of the matter. Regina was clothed and she wasn't. At least the lighting was dim.
Emma went to slip off her pants and felt her heart stop. There was a swatch of black peeking between her opened fly. Emma was wearing panties. She looked up wide eyed and saw Regina watching her, eyes narrowed. She had broken a rule. She would be punished.
"Well, go ahead and continue," Regina said her voice neutral.
Emma fished undressing just as she was getting ready to place her panties on top of her jeans; she felt Regina's hand clench around her wrist. Emma's eyes went even wider and her breathing picked up.
"I told you two things. Did you even listen to me?"
"I-I-I was in a hurry, late," Emma stammered.
"Well that's no surprise," Regina sneered.
Emma tried to think of an excuse but couldn't, everything she could think of sounded weak. She wrapped her arms tightly around her middle. She had made plans to see Ashely, while the girl was on break, but at the last minute Snow had begged her to watch Neal for a few minutes while she ran to the drug store. A few minutes had turned into an hour, and by the time Snow had come back full of appologies it had been too late. Emma had been pissed off, but she didn't say anything, and, instead, decided to go for a walk, she ended up here.
Emma couldn't think of a way to express those feelings without giving too much of herself away. She didn't want to spook the former queen, and make it seem like she was trying get anything but some relief. Regina had made it crystal clear from past interactions that she was here only to provide a service. It hurt Emma, and made her feel like an asshole, coming back time and time again and giving nothing to Regina, but any advances on her part had been turned down. She wanted to pull away, but she couldn't help herself. Regina offered her relief she couldn't find elsewhere.
"Let me get this correct, you are running late to something, then what, don't make it, and decide to come here instead," Regina said standing in front of Emma, back straight and arms crossed. She looked pissed off.
"Yes Milady," Emma said bowing her head.
"So instead of taking two minutes before you come in this room to slip your panties off, you decide instead to enter here unprepared?"
"Yes Milady," Emma said again.
"What do you think should happen to you Emma?"
"I should be...punished." Emma said swallowing hard.
This was different. Emma knew it was. The others times had been for fun. This time, She had, on some level, made Regina angry. She would be punished. Emma knew what that meant. She bit her lip, trying to stay still and wait, trying not to give any hint that something was wrong.
Regina gave Emma a sharp nod.
"Over the desk."
Emma looked up at Regina eyes wide. Since they had began to play, Regina had always taken Emma over her knees. Emma enjoyed the physical contact almost as much as she enjoyed the spankings themselves.
She moved slowly to the desk, swallowing hard.
"Place yourself over it."
Emma did just that. She could feel her legs trembling, and her heart rate pick up.
She bowed her head staring at her own reflection in the polished wood.
"Now be still,or I'll tie you to the desk."
Emma's head snapped up, her eyes wild, and Regina paused. Up until this point Emma had usually been compliant, and even though she still was, something felt off. Regina narrowed her eyes and walked towards Emma, running her hand down the blond's back. She felt Emma jerk at the physical connection, the first time Regina had ever touched her bare skin in a way that wasn't aggressive. Regina felt Emma arch into the touch; within a breaths time, she flinched away. The movement was small, instinctual, Regina leaned her head to the side. She waited a moment to see what else Emma would do, and when she remained still, Regina proceeded.
She reached over and carefully went through Emma's things till she found the brown leather belt. She picked it up, and folded it in half.
Emma heard the clinking of the belt buckle, and snapped her head around. She eyes got wide and she licked her lips. Sweat sprang out on her forehead. She wanted to say something, to halt the session, but she couldn't. It was not in her power to do so. She bowed her head, trembling.
Regina turned back to Emma and noticed the tremble. Her brow furrowed together and her lips thinned. She strode over to Emma, and leaned over the woman. Their bodies barely, yet Emma could feel every ounce of Regina's body. The heat between the two intensified.
"Emma, do you want this?" Regina asked.
Emma was thrown off. No one had ever asked her that question. Still, it was like all the other times, she had come here willingly. She had to take whatever punishment Regina chose to give her. If she didn't, the brunette would probably stop all together. She took a deep breath, and steadied her voice.
"Yes Milady," She said sounding more confident than she felt, and incredibly aroused.
"Very Well," Regina said. She drew the belt back and slammed it into Emma's ass.
Emma stayed quiet, bowed her head, and focused on her breathing.
'It's OK, it's OK, just do this, you need this, you wanted this, you asked for this,' Emma thought, reciting a mantra she had learned when she was young.
Regina brought the belt down again, watching as the blond's body jerked. She kept a close watch for signs of distress from Emma, using each pause between strokes to gauge her reaction. Regina picked up her speed, keeping careful control over the belt, making sure to spread the lashes out. As Emma's ass began to turn a deep red; the brunette aimed lower at the same time not bringing the belt down with the same force, landing a few blows against underside of Emma's ass.
Emma yelped, and jerked away surging hard against the desk in front of her.
Tears sprang to her eyes, and she began to cry silently. Regina put the belt down, and rested her hand against Emma's ass feeling the heat there. She could see the raised welts. There would be no bruising, but it would hurt like hell.
Regina pulled away from the trembling woman. She looked over at Emma again, and assessing she would be alright for a few moments, she left the room.
Emma heard Regina's retreat out of the room. She longed to curl up, but knew that she wasn't allowed to. She wondered what instrument Regina was getting next. She swallowed hard, trying to prepare herself emotionally and mentally for the next phase.
It wasn't more than a couple of minutes before Regina returned. Emma heard her set something on the desk, and felt a cool sensation against her ass. She jerked forward and snapped her head around, eyes panicked. Surely Regina wouldn't...
The brunette was running a salve over her bottom, it felt soothing, and Emma was confused.
"What..." she swallowed, her throat tight,"Um, what are you doing, Milady?"
Emma winced waiting to be upbraided with a sharp slap.
"Your backside has just been worked over well. This will help lessen the damage. It will, however not make the pain go away, after all what would be the point of the punishment?" Regina said with a quirk of her lips.
Emma turned back around her brows knitted together. She didn't understand, why Regina was doing this. There was no point to her tending to Emma.
'Maybe,'Emma reasoned,'She doesn't think I can do it.'
"Um, Milady, I can take care of that." Emma said.
"Emma," Regina said in a patient tone," That is not why you are here. You do not take care of anything in this room. You are not the one in control."
Regina's words both soothed and terrified Emma. She had spent so long in control both by choice and by circumstance, that now the thought of having no say in any part of her life, made her feel sick even as it called to her.
Regina did know about Emma's internal struggle. If she did she would have recognized a kindred spirit. Both women had been down this road before, the only difference is that Regina had, eventually, found a teacher that had shown her what this dynamic was supposed to be, Emma had not. Regina, however, never knew that this was the case. She took it for granted that Emma knew how this was done, that she was just being willfully obtuse, and trying to control the situation by asking questions. This was a more modern setting then what Regina had learned in, surely Emma would be more informed.
When Regina was done, she set the salve down and ran her fingers over the the cleft of Emma's ass where it joined with her slick heat.
Emma winced. She hated herself, hated the way she was wet and swollen, hated that it came from something that had scared her so bad. Emma was not ok. The punishment had left her feeling cracked somehow. Something stirred inside of her, something that had lain long dormant.
"My Dear we have enjoyed ourselves," Regina purred.
"Yes Milady," Emma whispered.
"Honestly with such an aroused little cunt, I don't see how that was punishment at all, do you?"
Emma steeled herself, she knew this was coming, Regina had just waited, springing it on her when she had relaxed. Well as relaxed as she was going to get in this situation. She was afraid.
"No Milady," Emma whispered again, unconsciously curling against the desk.
Regina watched Emma, heard the cadence in her voice and her demeanor change. She reached out and stroked Emma's back. Emma winced inside her mind. The touch was gentle, and Emma was confused. Was Regina just trying make her relaxed before the first blow fell, to catch her off guard?
Regina longed to comfort Emma, but she was unsure how to emotionally reach out to the woman. Instead she gave Emma something she knew Emma could understand. She slipped her fingers deep within her wanting sex. Emma moaned softly pushing her hips back against Regina's gentle fingers. Not wanting to delay her pleasure Regina's deftly manipulated Emma's body until the blonde exploded in her hand with a soft cry, Regina drew out the moment until Emma collapsed and against the desk panting and all but unconscious.
Her brain was silent.
Emma felt herself being moved over to the couch, and felt a blanket draped over her. Then she felt herself float away reveling in the bliss of silence.
Regina watched Emma closely. Something had happened, this had been different. She tried to push it off to maybe the Savior had not been uncomfortable with the instrument of choice, however she assumed Emma would tell her if the tool in question had been off limits. It was altogether possible Emma had not been comfortable with the wielder of the instrument. It was one thing to allow someone to spank your bare ass; it was quite another to have them wield something against you that could cause severe damage to your body. It took trust, and Regina wasn't sure they had gotten there yet. She worried that she had pushed Emma too far, but then she also assumed that Emma would have told her.
After a little bit Emma became aware of her surroundings again. She was still confused about Regina's ministering to her body. However at this moment, she was just to tired to think about it.
She slowly got up and put her clothing back on, noticing with a curious look that her panties had gone missing. She wanted to ask about them, but instead remained quiet. She didn't want to draw much attention to herself, but as stupid as it was she really wanted a hug from the former queen.
'Some days you are really just too stupid to exist Swan,'Emma chided herself.
"I'm gonna go now, Milady," Emma said shoving her hands in her pockets.
"Very well, you may return when you feel the need Emma," Regina said not looking up from the book she was reading.
Emma nodded and turned, walking outside and back to the apartment.
This was a such bad idea.
