Hi Friends! So I wrote this for the February challenge for the Discipline Discord group I'm now part of. It was supposed to be a story of your OTP in some kind of loving discipline scenario...I may not have understood the assignment. But this is what I have. Less sweet, more spice. Hope you enjoy anyway!
Summary: "You've been begging for this all week, Emma," Regina said. Emma groaned and shifted her lips. She knew Regina was teasing her, dragging things out as she was. It was all part of the game—and this was a game. Sure, Emma had been acting out—bratting it up—but she didn't need Regina to punish her. She just liked her to.
Warnings: This story is NSFW. Includes semi-graphic lesbian sex and of course spanking! Proceed accordingly.
A/N: So this story is truly unlike anything else I've posted this far. What can I say? Your girl grew up! Trying something new. I haven't given up on my other stories and Open Arms will always be my main focus but sometimes I have these offshoot ideas that need my attention. I figure any writing is good at this point. Also should note I've got an AO3 account now so feel free to check me out over there too (but I'll keep posting here as well!).
Happy reading!
Pleasure and Pain
Emma Swan let out a frustrated sigh and kicked the baseboard of the wall in front of her with her boot. She was currently standing in the corner of Mayor Mill's office like some naughty little kid and she was not happy about it at all. She hadn't gone to all the trouble this week to be extra bratty to wind up staring at the black and white birch tree wallpaper, waiting for her girlfriend to release her from this prison. She kicked the wall again.
"Emma, if you would like the ability to sit down comfortably at all this week, you will stop that this instant," came the sultry voice of the brunette behind her.
"Gina," the blonde struggled to keep the whine from her voice. "This isn't fair."
"Oh? And what, may I ask, is not fair about it, Ms. Swan?" Regina asked silkily.
"This! Me standing in the corner. I'm thirty-two, Regina, not twelve!"
"I'm well aware of how old you are, young lady," Regina replied, voice firm. "The corner, however, has no age limit."
"Ugh, Gina," Emma huffed. "Can't we—y'know—speed this along?" Emma had never been good at waiting. She was a go-getter, not a go…sitter? Stand-stiller? Anyway—she didn't like inaction.
"You need to learn patience, my dear," Regina husked, her breath tickling the shell of the younger woman's ear.
"Fuuuuck. Regina," Emma moaned as she felt Regina's tongue flick out to ensnare her earlobe and drag it back to its lair. Teeth replaced tongue, nipping down with the perfect amount of force. A spark of pain gave way to a warm rush of pleasure that shot straight to her center and settled in with an appreciative throb.
"Naughty girl," Regina purred, sweeping back tousled blonde curls to expose more of Emma's slender neck to her lips and teeth. "Still so mouthy."
Emma's knees were near to buckling at Regina's continued attentions to her neck and she was rapidly heating up; she regretted not taking off her red leather jacket when she had the chance to earlier. And for that matter, she was now seriously questioning her fashion sense—skintight skinny jeans didn't leave a whole lot of breathing room (ok, none) and things were getting hot down there.
"Maybe you should—mmhmm—put it to—oh!—better use." Emma was honestly impressed she was able to mutter anything intelligible, much less a whole sentence in her current…predicament. She was just mentally patting herself on the back for a job well done when a firm hand connected with her ass—hard. "Ow!" she yelped and twisted her hips away. "Gina—that hurt!"
"It's going to hurt a lot more by the time I'm done with you," Regina said, eliciting a delicious groan from the blonde. She knew exactly what her words were doing to her lover—they were having the same effect on her. With a devilish smirk, Regina stepped closer still until she was flush against Emma's back. "I think," she purred into Emma's ear, feeling the shiver run down the younger woman's spine, "you're having trouble focusing at the moment and I want you to be in the right frame of mind when I punish you…" Her hands snaked between the blonde's arms and down the front of Emma's jeans. She heard the quick intake of breath and felt Emma freeze as she undid them.
"I can't have you enjoying your spanking, now can I?" the brunette continued her provocative murmurs as she used both hands to push the tight denim down toned legs, taking Emma's black panties along with them.
Emma's breath was coming in quick bursts and her heart thumped rapidly in tandem with the throbbing down below. She let out a low moan and parted her legs as wide as her bunched-up jeans would allow, leaning forward into the wall to brace herself. Her thighs quivered and goosebumps erupted all over her body as Regina's fingers ghosted languidly over her skin, up, up, up.
"Oooh!" she exclaimed when those fingers finally parted her folds. She held her breath in anticipation of that first electric touch—
Any time now. She could feel Regina's middle finger reaching, gliding through growing wetness, so close to her swollen clit now…
"AH!" she screeched in surprise and pain. Just as that finger was about to touch her little pink bud, Regina's hand was removed entirely. Emma was about to let out a frustrated growl when those fingers returned, rigid and unyielding, to slap at her exposed mound. "Gina!" She moved to close her legs but Regina's hand darted back down, blocking her attempt. Then those fingers were gliding once more through her folds and up and down the length of her sex.
"Mmmhmmm," Emma moaned as the pad of Regina's thumb circled her clit and sent shockwaves through her body. She rocked her hips forward, needing more friction. She could hear Regina tsk in her ear and felt a digit teasing her opening. "Please," she breathed, desperate for more. "Ooohhh."
Regina pumped her middle finger in and out of Emma slowly, enjoying the way the soft walls clenched around her with every stroke. Emma rocked against her hand and Regina knew she wanted more, but she wasn't going to give that to her—yet.
"I asked you a question and I expect an answer, Ms. Swan," Regina said silkily, increasing the pressure on her lover's pulsing clit.
"Oof," Emma panted, letting her head fall forward against the wall with a gentle thud. Focus, she told herself. "What—mmm—ah…what was the—OH—question?" Emma didn't miss the very disgruntled harrumph from behind her and she whined when those talented fingers withdrew. Her sense of self-preservation came too late and she was once again yelping as a firm hand smacked down on her pussy.
Regina spanked the blonde's front once more, then took a step back to deliver a few more to the usual area. Emma whined and hissed and tried to evade the swats but she was literally backed (faced?) into a corner and even if she could get away, the jeans pooled at her ankles were as good as shackles.
"At this rate, dear, you're going to be over my knee for an awfully long time," Regina offered in a conversational tone. "But you'd like that, wouldn't you? Hmm?" She molded herself back up against Emma, her hand cupping Emma's still-stinging core. She squeezed for a moment, then dove back in. Emma wiggled and whimpered, pushing her ass out, pressing firmly into Regina's crotch. Regina smiled and swallowed back her own moan as she felt her pleasure grow.
"Yes, I know you would, my naughty little girl," she teased, speeding up her pace. "That's your favorite place to be, isn't it? Over my lap getting your bare little bottom spanked beautiful shades of red." She added a finger inside Emma and went faster still. "You're in constant need of correction. You wore out my hand so I had to move to the wooden spoon—" She bit Emma's earlobe then, hard, and soothed it with a kiss. "Which you broke—"
"How old—was that—spoon—for—one," Emma sputtered between moans. "Ow!" she yelped as Regina's free hand connected with her left ass cheek.
"Keep it up, Emma. See what happens," the older woman warned. "Then there's the hairbrush—that never fails to get you squealing and squirming over my knees—always a welcome sight." Emma was breathing heavy now, her whole body shaking with the effort to remain standing as she rutted against Regina's hand. She was close and Regina knew it, she just needed one little push to get her over the edge.
"But when you're very naughty, that's when the belt comes out, doesn't it?" Regina continued, her breath hot against Emma's ear. "Bent over, ass in the air, feet barely touching the ground. I can see everything, my dear. So exposed, so vulnerable—" Her fingers curled inside Emma, making the blonde's breath hitch. "Your bottom already so red and hot and sore—"
"Mmmhhmmpphh. Oooooh—ummphh—Ginnnaaa."
"You're being naughty now. Look at you, nose in the corner and sopping wet—you're making a mess all over my fingers! And when you're supposed to be reflecting on your—poor—behavior," she emphasized her words with two sharp spanks. Emma gasped and rode her fingers harder.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, little girl," Regina kept up. "You're not supposed to be enjoying this so much—taking your time. Naughty."
"Ughhmmphh," Emma grunted, squeezing her eyes shut. She was close. So close.
"You'll feel the sting of my strap today, my dear. Just. You. Wait. I'll have you howling by the time I'm finished with you." And that was it, the thing that sent Emma tumbling over the edge.
"Ooooh. Gina," Emma sighed, slumping forward against the wall, trying to catch her breath. She could feel her walls clenching around the brunette's fingers still inside her. She wiggled her bottom, trying to entice Regina to go for a second round and whined when that wonderful hand was withdrawn. She felt empty now. Spent. "That was amazing," she added, throwing a coy smile over her shoulder.
Regina allowed herself a moment to admire Emma's postcoital glow. The blonde woman was truly radiant. Sweat glistened on flushed skin and tiny wisps of hair stuck against her temples; her eyes were dark and sparkling with lust (and mischief). Regina's walls clenched and for half a second she envisioned Emma down on her knees, head between Regina's legs as she put her mouth to good use.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, dear. Now it's my turn." Red lips twitched at the eagerness on Emma's face. With a flick of her wrist and a poof of purple smoke, both she and Emma were clean—and Emma's face dropped as realization dawned. Regina laughed.
"Don't worry, Emma. I still plan to put that beautiful mouth of yours to better use—later. For now, I believe you still have corner time to serve."
Emma growled and kicked the baseboard with her boot, nearly toppling over in the process. Grumbling to herself, she bent forward to grab the waistband of her jeans, intending to right her clothing—she wasn't about to stand in the corner bare-assed.
At the same time, another cloud of magic obscured Regina's hand for a moment. When it cleared, she was holding a thick leather belt doubled over and glaring at those two tantalizing globes just asking for her attention.
Emma felt Regina's magic crackle like static electricity and heard the unmistakable clink of a metal belt buckle. There was no time to stand or even complain about the unfairness of the situation before the air behind her was disturbed by the leather flying toward her unprotected cheeks. Swish.
CRACK!
"Ahh! FUCK!" Emma shrieked at the burning stripe that kissed her bottom.
"Language, Ms. Swan," Regina scolded, placing a firm hand on Emma's back when the younger woman tried to stand. "I did warn you not to kick my wall."
Regina raised the belt again, bringing it down just below the first. She admired the red bands of color blossoming across the center of Emma's bottom.
"Ow! God, Gina—not so hard, will ya?!" Emma stomped her feet against the sting, squirming under that firm hand keeping her in place. Now that she had had one hell of an orgasm, her body was too sated at the moment to drum up any further arousal. And without that, the belt hurt—a lot!
"I don't think you are in any position to be making demands of me right now, young lady," Regina remarked, tapping the belt against Emma's exposed cheeks to line up her next lick.
Emma tensed her bottom at those taps, not liking where the next stripe of pain was about to land. She felt the belt leave her, then heard it slash through the air a moment later. Regina had aimed that stroke to hit dead center on her most sensitive area where ass met thighs—and even managed to catch a bit of her pussy lips peeking out from between her legs.
"Ow, ow, ow! Gina—ouch!" Emma whimpered, jerking upright and throwing her hands back to soothe tender skin as soon as Regina's hand left her back. She squirmed and could feel herself getting wet again, but it wasn't enough to dull the fierce burn engulfing her ass.
"No, no, Emma," Regina scolded as one would a small child. "Naughty little girls don't get to touch their bottoms, especially not when they are in the corner and still have an entire spanking coming their way." She removed Emma's hands and placed them on the top of her head instead before returning to place several firm pats to the three broad strokes she had left with her strap.
Emma's stomach fluttered at those words and her sex clenched. God, if Regina kept this up, she'd be ready for round two in a matter of minutes! As if she had read her mind, Regina continued, "On second thought, I think you'll only find more trouble for yourself if I don't handle this right now."
Emma hissed as her ear was snatched and she was tugged from the corner. She knew she must look ridiculous in this moment, hunched forward to keep her ear from being ripped off, hobbling along with her pants around her ankles, her ass already pink and stinging. Her heart beat a fast tempo against her ribcage, the flutters growing more intense inside her stomach. All thoughts of arousal were doused as Regina stopped in front of the sofa and finally let go of Emma's ear. The belt was slung over the back of the sofa for later and Regina took a seat in the very center. She took a moment to situate herself—crossing one ankle behind the other, smoothing out her blouse and then skirt, and finally tilting her head up to look at Emma expectantly.
"You've been begging for this all week, Emma," Regina said.
Emma fidgeted, raking her teeth over her bottom lip. She could feel her cheeks flushing and she fought to hold eye contact with her domineering girlfriend. She couldn't argue that—she'd been upping her bratting game to the extreme this past week. Regina had now had her fill of it, it seemed.
"It's been some time since I've had you face-down over my lap getting your naughty little bottom soundly spanked. Too long, I think. I trust I don't have to go over my expectations for you while you're in this position?"
"No," Emma said in little more than a whisper, feeling the heat from her face creeping to the tips of her ears. She looked away from those piercing brown eyes.
Regina raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and leveled the younger woman with a look. "No, what?" she prodded.
"No, ma'am," Emma corrected.
"Over you go then, dear," Regina answered, reaching for Emma's wrist and guiding the slender form down across her lap. She allowed Emma to squirm in order to find the most comfortable position available under the circumstances, then rested her palm atop her (nearly) blank canvas once she settled.
Staring down at the bare bottom over her lap, Regina let her mind wander for a moment. She was always in awe of how easily Emma submitted to her and trusted that even when Regina hurt her, she would never hurt her. For one who had literally crushed hearts with her bare hands in her former life, Emma willingly giving her own for Regina to hold was a cherished gift. And Regina, in turn, had given Emma the keys to her heart and soul for safekeeping.
"Ginnnaaa," Emma whined, bringing the brunette back to the present matter at hand. "What are you waiting for?"
Regina patted Emma's bottom firmly, her lips twitching in the corners at her girl's impatience. Emma was never one to savor the moment. Regina liked to take her time—tease, torture. Emma was very much a wham, bam, thank you ma'am kinda gal. "I was going over all of your recent transgressions in my head. I want to make sure I don't forget any."
Emma groaned and shifted her hips. She knew Regina was teasing her, dragging things out as she was. It was all part of the game—and this was a game. Sure, Emma had been acting out— bratting it up—but she didn't need Regina to punish her. She just liked her to. "Hurry up," she grumbled to the sofa cushion.
"Always so demanding," Regina chided, patting harder. "But have it your way, Emma."
With that, Regina raised her arm and brought her hand crashing back down on the upturned bottom so clearly in need of attention. More followed in quick succession, painting alabaster skin a beautiful, dusty rose in no time at all. Emma hissed and squirmed, letting out little squeaks and groans when Regina focused too long in a particular area.
"Ouch, ouch, Gin—AH!" Emma yelped and fisted the cushion as her girlfriend assaulted her sit-spots with a flurry of hard smacks. They were enough to take her breath away and made it impossible to stay still. "Not—OW!—Not t-there!"
"So much fuss already?" Regina smirked, never letting up on her fast and hard slaps. "I haven't even begun to punish you."
"Owwww," Emma whined, drumming her feet with her displeasure. "But Gina, it hurts!"
"Well I wouldn't be doing my job if it didn't," Regina offered no sympathy as she adjusted the blonde over her lap, tucking her closer to her own body. The palm of her hand continued to crack down across Emma's ever-reddening bottom.
"You don't—Ouch, ouch!—have to—Ow!—do it so well!" Emma managed to sass despite the inferno being so expertly set to her person.
Regina laughed then, husky, nearly a cackle reminiscent of her Evil QueenTM days. In this moment with Emma laid bare and completely at her mercy, her sweet cries filling Regina's ears while heat built beneath her hand, Regina felt evil…in a good way—a safe way. Here she could enjoy Emma's pain, revel in it—all because of the love and trust they had forged between them.
"Oh Emma," she husked. "You know I strive for perfection in all I do."
Turning now to pepper Emma's thighs with crisp swats, Regina watched the delicate skin bloom into a luscious red to complement the deeper crimson of Emma's cheeks. Emma squealed and bucked over her lap, scissoring her legs as much as her jeans would allow (and giving Regina a lovely peek at her glistening pussy). Regina finished off with a volley of the hardest swats yet, then rested her hand atop hot skin. She had to fight her very strong desire to slip a finger between her panting partner's legs and feel for herself just how wet Emma was getting again. She could feel her own arousal soaking her panties and knew if she gave in, she'd find herself riding the blonde's face to a quick and sloppy ending. And Regina was anything but quick and sloppy.
Emma let out a shaky breath as Regina's hand stilled on her bottom, so close to the warm heat between her legs. Despite the wetness slicking Emma's core, sex was the furthest thing from her mind right now. Her butt hurt and she wasn't naïve enough to think Regina was anywhere near done with her.
Sure enough, she felt an electric charge in the air above her and then Regina was tapping the smooth side of her heavy antique hairbrush against Emma's sit-spots. Emma flinched with each one.
"Let's see if I can cure you of some of your sass, hmm? You've gotten far too bold recently and need a reminder of just who is in charge here. Newsflash, dear—it's not you."
In the next instant, the brush was flying through the air, connecting with Emma's right ass cheek with a loud Thwack! Emma's answering shriek sent a rush of wetness to Regina's core and she moaned. More cracks landed, one after the other, leaving blotchy red ovals all over her lover's ass and thighs.
Emma's response was immediate. Yelps and squeals escaped pink lips as she squirmed helplessly across firm thighs. All the while the brush landed hard and fast, driving all other thoughts from a blonde head. Tears sprung up quickly—they always did when the brush was involved—collecting on thick lashes before spilling over and sending salty, crisscrossing lines down flushed cheeks.
"Ow! Ow! Gin—Ow! Ginnna! Ouch, ouch! Ouch, babe, owwwww!" Emma cried, right hand darting forward to grab onto a throw pillow. She wrapped both arms around it tightly, hugging it close to her chest in a vain attempt to distract herself from the hellish burn scorching her backside and thighs.
"Am I getting through to you, Emma?" Regina asked, never slowing her pace.
"Ouch! Yes—Ahharghh—ma'am! Ouch, ow! OW!"
"Well your manners are certainly improving. I don't think my lesson has completely sunk in, however." Regina finished off the hairbrush portion with two almighty cracks, one on top of the other and across both cheeks. Emma howled.
"Oh it's too early for all of that, dear," Regina chided, poofing her hairbrush back to its rightful place on her vanity. "Save those beautiful screams for when you really need them." She then helped Emma stand on shaky legs, staring into tear-filled eyes for a moment to make sure all was well. The usual spark was there (and undiminished) and Emma even managed a small smirk as she met searching eyes. Regina gave a curt nod and stood as well.
Emma felt less smug as Regina circled her bicep with a well-manicured hand and began to lead her around to the back of the sofa where the grand finale awaited her. Halfway to their destination, Emma's base instincts kicked in and she found herself resisting. It's not that she didn't trust Regina—she trusted her with her life. She wasn't afraid of her hurting her either—she knew Regina would never. But that belt was thick and heavy and its bite was still fresh in Emma's mind. She'd be crazy not to be a little—intimidated—by it.
"Come along, dear, we're nearly finished," Regina encouraged. Emma groaned but allowed herself to be pulled along. "Alright, young lady," Regina said they reached the end of their journey. She let go of Emma's arm to pick up the strap. "Assume the position."
The blonde made a noise as if she had been punched, mumbling under her breath as she did—and made no move to do as she was told! Not surprising, Regina knew, but still it came as a prickling annoyance not to be obeyed. Emma was the only one who could get away with that. Well…"get away" was relative, she supposed; Emma's red bottom was proof of that. Regina cleared her throat, getting a pouty scowl thrown her way.
"One would think, given your current…position, there would be less sass and more following of directions. Perhaps my lesson hasn't been as well-taught as I originally assumed? Aren't those the very misdeeds that landed you where you are to begin with?" she mused as she tapped the limp belt against the side of her leg. She enjoyed the small wince it brought to her lover's face with every little thwump.
"Wha—I'm not! I didn't—I was just—and…The phrase you used was—It's not my fault you—"
"Don't talk yourself into more trouble, dear," Regina cut the jabbering off before Emma could get very far in it. If not tempered, Emma could spiral into long tangents that made absolutely no sense to anyone—including the blonde. "Over the sofa now, Emma. No more stalling."
Emma sighed and stepped forward, bending herself over the back of the sofa as slowly as she possibly could. She took her time settling too, until Regina's hand came to rest on the small of her back and signaled that she was ready to begin. Emma stiffened as she felt the belt tap her bottom.
Regina admired the view she currently had of her girlfriend. It was true what she had said to her earlier—she really could see absolutely everything Emma had to offer. Before she could linger too long on that line of thinking, Regina reared her belt-wielding arm back. It returned a moment later with a delicious crack.
"AHHHH!" Emma's answering cry sent electric shockwaves directly to Regina's soaked core.
Regina set a blistering pace, the swish-crack of the belt keeping time like a metronome. Emma's yelps and cries were a beautiful symphony to the brunette's ears. Bold bands of crimson splashed across twin globes and down delicate thighs in intricate latticework—an exquisite masterpiece.
If the strapping lasted a full two minutes, that was a long time, but to Emma it felt endless. Tears that had been more of a trickle during the hairbrush portion turned torrential under the relentless fall of the belt. And while she had started off with plenty of 'I'm sorry's and 'I'll be good's, she was quickly reduced to loud wails and yes, even howls—Regina was nothing if not painstakingly thorough and when she said she was going to do something, she did.
Once the last lick was delivered, Regina poofed the belt away, no longer in need of it. She then placed that now-free hand on Emma's bottom, feeling the heat she had ignited. Emma jumped at the touch, then gave a long sigh as her sobs calmed. Regina rubbed tender skin for a brief moment before helping the younger woman to her feet.
Once she was right-side-up again, Emma wasted no time and flung both hands backwards to tend to her throbbing bottom. She hissed as her fingers traced over tender spots and small welts. Hands stilled and she simply clutched burning skin. Then with a pitiful little whine, she leaned forward into Regina, resting her forehead against her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Owwww, Gina," she complained, breathing in Regina's comforting scent as the older woman engulfed her in a warm hug.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me going forward?" Regina teased.
"For the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours, absolutely," Emma assured, her words muffled against Regina's collarbone.
Regina let out a low chuckle, warm and rich, and shook her head as she pulled back from the blonde. "Always so naughty," she purred.
Emma shrugged and shot Regina a lopsided grin. "You like it."
"Mmhmm." Regina regarded the younger woman before her (still standing there with jeans and panties around her ankles and a bright red ass on full display) with a devious eye. "Let's go home and you can do that other thing I like."