A/N: Hello my dears! I'm here with chapter 4! Now, this chapter involves part of the first BDSM scene I've ever written. So since it's my first one, it's probably not as good as some others. But I still hope you enjoy!

The next chapter won't be for a while because I'm really busy right now with my other books. I barely had time or inspiration to write this.

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CHAPTER 4

Regina sighed in frustration, muttering to the blonde beside her on the couch. "Remind me again why we're still here?"

Emma answered back in the same hushed tone, "Because my parents wanted to watch a movie with us."

The brunette gestured to the TV, "But did it have to be this movie? Seriously?"

Her girlfriend smiled, turning back to the screen. On it, read 'Snow White and The Seven Dwarves' in curly writing. Mary Margret had insisted they all watch the Disney movie, saying something about "wanting to see this world's interpretation of the story."

Regina let out a horrified shriek when the animated Evil Queen appeared on the TV. "Is…is that…supposed to be me?"

Emma blushed, suddenly embarrassed for having liked the movie when she was younger. "Um, yeah."

The brunette shook her head, almost in pity. "Honestly, did this world get anything right?"

Emma smiled, "I remember meeting The Evil Queen in full when Hook and I went through the portal." She moved closer to her girlfriend, lowering her voice. "You know, she's almost as beautiful as you."

Regina matched her smile, "She's both beautiful and dangerous, dear."

"You know how much I like danger."

"Mmm, that I do, Miss Swan."

Emma bit back a moan of delight, knowing exactly what was on her girlfriend's mind. "You're a devil, babe. You know that?"

"I am only a devil for you, darling."

The blonde smirked, an idea quickly forming in her head, "Promise?"

"Promise." Regina brushed her lips against Emma's ear, "I know what's on your mind, my sweet. Would you like to go home and play with Your Queen?"

The blonde's heart fluttered. "Y-Yes."

"Then we will make up an excuse and go home. I may be a strict Mistress, but I will always cater to my pet's needs."

Emma's excitement only escalated. Her girlfriend had switched to Mistress Mode. That could only mean good things ahead. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

OOO

Emma knelt on the soft rug, hands behind her back and her head bowed. This was how Regina always wanted her: naked, kneeling on the rug in the centre of their dungeon, waiting in a position of respect. The air felt cool on her bare skin, causing her to release a tiny shiver. The dungeon was a hidden room of the mansion, protected by a magic barrier. However, it was still unfortunately affected by the temperature.

Emma took a deep breath, trying to slow her hammering heart. The excitement flooded her system, heightening her senses. Her mouth went dry and she darted her tongue out over her lips instinctively. If Regina didn't come in soon…

The door opened.

Heels clicked on the floor. '

Their owner slowly neared, before walking in front of the blonde. Emma, her eyes still downcast, could only see the hem of the midnight black dress that reached the floor. There was excruciating silence for a few seconds.

"Have you missed me, pet?"

Emma smiled, knowing that deep, sultry voice well. "Yes, Your Majesty. Very much."

"Be a good girl and look at me when I'm talking to you."

The blonde lifted her head, and drew a sharp breath. The woman standing before her was adorned in a beautiful, elegant dress with a high, silver collar. The neckline plunged down, revealing a generous amount of cleavage – just enough to tease. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and her lips were painted a deep red. Black eyeshadow finished off the intimidating appearance.

Her lip curled back into a menacing sneer. "Now, I believe you have some apologizing to do."

"I'm sorry for teasing you at the dinner, Your Majesty. Please forgive me."

Regina clutched at the blonde's long golden locks, roughly dragging her to feet by her hair. "Stupid pet," she hissed, "That may be enough for Regina…but she's not here right now."

Emma shuddered, "I'm sorry for my mistake, Your Majesty."

The brunette smirked, the action sending chills of fear down the younger woman's spine. "Tell me, pet, how many names have I called you? I believe you once said you had memorized them. Shall we test that?"

"If you wish, Your Majesty."

Regina grinned, snatching a riding crop from nearby. "On your knees and crawl over to the spanking bench, pet. Oh, and while you do, recite every degrading name I've called you. If you hesitate for more than two seconds," she gestured to the riding crop, "I will strike you with this. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Emma sunk onto her hands and knees, crawling slowly towards the spanking bench. "Filthy whore," she took another step, "Your property," yet another step, "Useless toy," another step, "Greedy slut."

She continued reciting names until she reached the wooden bench. Standing, she climbed onto the padded top of the bench, going onto her hands and knees. She heard Regina approach, and her commanding voice echoed through the room. "I am going to spank you, my pet. How many do you think you deserve?"

Emma swallowed, and thought for a moment. If she picked a number too low, Regina would feel offended. But if she picked a number too high…she doubted she would be able to sit for a week. She took a deep breath to clear her head, "I deserve ten, Your Majesty."

"Good girl." Regina placed down the riding crop, picking up a paddle made of plastic and padding. "Then let's begin. Count after each strike. If you miss a count, I start again. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."