It took Emma two days to figure out what she wanted from Regina, and another two days before she could gather up the courage to ask. During this time the blond lost sleep and was distracted, and both Snow and James gave up trying to talk to her. It was Friday afternoon, when she decided to go through with her plan.

She told her dad that she was going to be out for a bit, jumped in her beat up old bug, and drove to 108 Mifflin Street.

Regina was in the middle of making herself a salad, when there was a knock at the door. She wondered who it could possibly be. It wasn't as if she had friends in this world that loved to chit chat with her. She felt her heart lighten thinking maybe it was Henry, stopping by for a visit; however she had never known her son to knock.

She opened the door, and found Emma standing on the porch with her hands shoved into her pockets. She looked like she was about ready to jump out of her skin. While Regina did feel disappointment that it wasn't Henry; she also felt a sense of anticipation that Emma was standing there.

"Ms. Swan, how may I help you? Is Henry alright?" she asked crossing her arms.

" Yeah, the kid is fine. David has taken him fishing for the day. Hey can I come in and talk to you about that whole bet thing I won?" Emma asked her eyes darting back and forth.

Regina's brows furrowed, and for a brief moment she worried that Emma was going to say since she, Emma, had won that Regina was no longer allowed to see Henry. Surely the blond wouldn't be so cruel.

Regina nodded and allowed Emma to pass by her into the cool house, and shut the door.

Emma stood in the foyer of the house with her hands in her pockets shifting from foot to foot. Regina waited for a few moments with a neutral look on her face, watching Emma closely. She could tell the young woman was nervous and after relishing it for a moment; she decided to take pity on her.

"Ms. Swan I was in the middle of making lunch. The greens will wilt if they are left out to long, so let us continue this riveting conversation in my kitchen, shall we?" Regina said smirking.

Emma glared at her, and almost thought about taking back what she wanted. However, the thought of tossing and turning for another sleepless night sobered her up fast. So she nodded and followed behind Regina.

Regina had spent most of her life trying to find a place where she felt completely at home and comfortable. When she created Storybrooke, she made several places just like that; one of them was her kitchen. She moved about with fluid ease and confidence, and because Regina seemed so at ease and so focused on her salad, Emma felt herself relax too.

"So um this is going to sound really weird, and I wouldn't ask it, but we never really set down specifics when we made the wager..." Emma trailed off not sure how to continue.

Regina waited patiently reaching over into the large bowl of apples that she kept on her counter, and dicing it up.

"You add apples to your salad?" Emma said getting distracted.

"We are not here to talk about my culinary choices, but instead about the fulfillment of this wager?" Regina warned.

"Look, I know that you, well, you like guys, and well, oh shit couldn't you just like give me a potion or something to read my mind?" Emma said leaning back into the chair she was perched upon.

Regina was amused, exasperated, and curious all at once. She sighed and looked up from her salad.

"Ms. Swan it is late in the afternoon. I am hungry and I am wanting to reread a good book, now if you would either be so kind as to tell me what you want or get out, that would be wonderful," Regina said, impatience winding its way through her voice.

"Spank me!" Emma said just as Regina was finishing her sentence.

The room got so quiet that Emma and Regina's breathing sounded like thunder. Regina's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, invading Emma's personal space.

"You want me to do what?" Regina said her voice low and dangerous.

"Oh god! I knew it I totally screwed this up. Damnit!" Emma groaned slamming her face into her hands. She knew she was crazy to think about this. Maybe she could just tell Regina she was sleep deprived. Oh God! What if Regina tried to take Henry from her now, because she was some kind of weird freak?

"Emma."

Emma's head snapped up, and one look at Regina's smoldering eyes all the apologies and explanations died on Emma's lips.

Regina stood, and strode past Emma and into the foyer, for a brief moment Emma thought that Regina was going to throw open the door, and tell her to get out. Emma wouldn't have blamed her. Instead, Regina walked to the archway of the study and turned and looked at Emma.

"Enter freely of you own will," Regina said in reserved formal tone.

Emma stood on shaky legs and walked what she felt was the longest few feet ever. Past the hall, past Regina, and into the study, where facing the fireplace, she promptly fell to her knees and into the pose she assumed that night nearly four days ago.

Regina walked in after her, closed the door, and stopped at the sight of Emma waiting in that pose. She took a deep breath and walked over to Emma.

"Good girl," She murmured to her. Emma shuddered.

"You will be required to follow my instructions implicitly while you are here, Ms. Swan. Do you understand?"

Emma nodded still keeping her eyes downcast.

"You will not speak unless you are spoken to during this time, and you will do what I tell you without question. Do you understand?"

Emma nodded.

"Unless you want me to hear the rocks rattling around in your head Emma, I think you better answer me!" Regina said sharply.

"Yes, yes I understand!" Emma said quickly.

"Yes what, you disrespectful brat?" Regina spat out.

"Yes Ma'am." Emma said. Some part of her wanted to tell Regina to get over herself, but there was another part, the larger part that was aching so badly with want, she could barely get the words out of her mouth.

"Good girl." Regina purred, and Emma felt desire course through her so sharply, she gasped.

Regina hid a smirk of satisfaction. She sat on the couch, legs crossed, and looked at Emma.

"Emma, come to me," Regina said.

Emma walked over to where Regina sat and knelt before her. She felt off kilter as Regina watched her closely.

"You interrupted my evening," Regina said smoothly, "You inconsiderately stormed into my house without any thought of anyone but yourself. You are a bad girl Emma. Do you know what happens to bad girls?"

"N-n-no ma'am."

"Bad girl get the discipline they so richly deserve. You will receive a spanking. Come situate yourself across my legs," Regina said, and then stopped and frowned she waved her hand and instantly Emma was clad in nothing but a white pair of bikini briefs. Emma let out a yelp of protest, and tried to cover herself up.

"Emma," Regina said in a warning tone, "You have exactly till the count of three to get over here and arrange yourself as I stated, or this will end and you can go home and satiate your own needs."

Emma made it before the count one barely left Regina's mouth. She paused and positioned herself over Regina's legs. She felt a little awkward as the two women were nearly the same height, but she adjusted herself and found a comfortable position bracing one leg on the floor.

She tried to make herself be still, but soon she felt Regina's fingers hook into her panties and begin to take them down. She snapped her head up and clasped her hand over them. Regina slapped her hand away, and turned another warning look on Emma. Emma sighed and turned back around. She realized she should have set up some rules or something. It had not been her plan to show her bare ass to the woman who, up until very recently, had been one of her greatest antagonists.

Regina's hand began to fall across Emma's ass in a ruthless fashion, alternating from cheek to cheek. After a few moments of the punishing rain, Emma began to struggle, and Regina administered two of the punishing slaps to Emma's bare thighs. Emma moaned in deep satisfaction and stilled even though her face was red with mortification. She had asked for this, and, by god, Regina was making good on it.

"S-stop," Emma gasped as her ass began to feel like it was going to ignite. She placed her hand over bright red rear.

Regina's hand stopped immediately.

"Emma?" She questioned.

There was a pregnant silence, Emma's hand fell away and she relaxed against Regina's lap. Regina waited. She needed verbal consent.

"Go ahead," Emma whispered voice thick.

Regina adjusted Emma, and picked up the speed of her hand.

Emma's ass felt like it was on fire as did her core. She could feel the wetness between her thighs leaking onto Regina's leg, and for a brief moment she prayed Regina would be able to get the stains out. Soon the pain and the arousal was too much for Emma. They stripped away all of her carefully constructed barriers, and tears began to flow from her eyes as sobs shook her frame.

At last the blows ceased, and all that was left was the sound of Emma's quiet sobs and Regina's breathing. Time passed and Regina soon began to pull Emma's panties back up. Emma made a small dismayed noise and Regina paused.

"Is there something else you want, Dear?" Regina asked pausing running her fingers along the inside of Emma's thighs.

"N-No," Emma said her body trembling with unreleased need.

"Alright then, "Regina said, and began to pull Emma's panties up again.

Emma whimpered again and her hand reached back to still Regina's.

"Yes?"

Emma shook her head, and let her hand fall back to the side.

Regina finished pulling Emma's panties up, and then, without warning, stood up dropping Emma to the ground.

"W-What the hell?!" Emma snapped out, looking wide eyed and uncertain.

Regina gave Emma a warning look, and then strode past her back into the kitchen. Where, she began to work on reviving her wilted lunch, scolding herself for not thinking to put it away in the fridge before the dalliances began.

The truth was she needed time.

Regina's legs were shaking, and she felt heat radiating from between her legs. She also felt that pleasurable slick wetness that only games like this could produce. She wanted Emma badly, and she knew that Emma wanted her. However, she also knew that this would be a very bad idea. Emma would grow bored of their little game eventually, once the novelty wore off, and she, Regina, would be back to feeling spurned and lonely.

Once she had her salad prepared, she took it and a glass sparkling water back into the study, and sat in a chair opposite of Emma. Who was still on her hands and knees on the floor, looking at Regina with a mixture of shock, and outrage.

"Ms. Swan," Regina said drolly, "Our business is concluded here. Now if you excuse me, I would like to get back to my evening."

Emma realized she was being dismissed, and it stung a little. She should have known that this was simply Regina fulfilling her part of the bet. She sighed and stood up, reveled in the pain, and put on her jeans. She was berating herself on being so stupid.

'Jesus Swan, you are so dumb sometimes, why would you think this meant anything else," She berated herself.

"'Kay, well have a good evening," Emma mumbled and walked over to the door. She was wet from arousal and aching with unreleased need.

She all but ran from the house and ito her car. Emma turned it on and quickly sped away. She wanted her bed and a particular buzzing item. She knew it wouldn't be as good as the brunette's long delicate fingers. Emma shifted uncomfortably in the car, the pain in her ass making sitting still too long difficult.

Regina watched Emma stand up and leave the room, listening to her murmur her inane pleasantries. She could tell the blond was confused and aroused. She could smell it on her when she had her across her lap. Regina moaned and shifted in her seat. She knew that Emma had wanted release, and she would have been happy to give it to her. However it seemed that The Savior also had a yellow streak. It was a good thing; they had no business getting caught up in this mess.

She stabbed vengefully at an apple in her salad. No, it was best that Emma run along back to the safety of her family, and leave Regina here to her afternoon. She picked up the book on side table and smirked. The cover showed a woman in repose being embraced by another woman. She was surprised Emma, with her powers of observation had not noticed it. Then again, Emma had been fairly distracted.

She traced long delicate fingers over the two women. A tender smile graced her features.

"They do nothing to capture your beauty, my dears," Regina murmured and opened the book flipping through the pages in a slow savoring manner.