This chapter is dedicated to Anne the Fire, Abberdabbers, diana. m. hayle, ValkuVauseQueen and WickedPirate79 for their continued support week-in-week-out! Thank you so much, your kind words and messages mean the world to me and provide fuel for my writing fire.

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So once again this chap is unbeta'd cus once again I sent it to her far too late.

I apologise for the delay in posting it, I went to an LGTB Xmas party yesterday and lets just say I was in no state to update this when I got home, and have spent saturday morning feeling God awful! I have no one to blame but myself and Candi my new trans bff!

This chapter is relatively short because I have decided to split it into 2 - so actually a lot less happens here than I had planned, but I just felt it was better this way

Collar Monday

"Strip."

The door had barely closed behind the blonde as the words reached her ears. She had received a text summoning her to the Mayors' office ten minutes previous and the anticipation caused her body to throb with need. Unbuttoning her shirt she slid it from her shoulders, letting it fall to a heap at her feet.

Regina's back was turned, facing her desk, which was littered with plans of the town. One hand rested against the frame as she brought her thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose applying pressure as she closed her eyes. Her head was pounding, and she was in desperate need of a distraction. At the time Emma had seemed like such a logical choice, but now she wasn't so sure. She didn't have the time or energy for the clouding of her mind, for more confusing thoughts and feelings that threatened to drown her. "Please fold your clothes." She sighed, just as Emma went to drop her shirt, she hated how well she knew the sheriff, she didn't want to think about that, and she certainly didn't want the whirlwind of destruction and chaos that the blonde brought with her.

Emma smiled softly to herself; she loved how well Regina knew her. Alone, Emma couldn't help but remember how the brunette made her stomach flip, the soft warm glow she felt in her presence. All she wanted was to be absorbed by Regina's thunderstorm of passion and love. "Yes Mistress."

A smile tugged at dark lips at the words as Regina inhaled deeply, as her fingers gripped at the desk a little tighter. They hadn't truly revisited their D/s agreement since their fateful evening at the diner, and she had hoped to resume their 'relationship'. Sighing she shook her head, 'relationship' was too strong a word.

With her clothes and shoes folded in a pile, she placed them neatly on the table by the door, before walking to stand in the center of the room, ready for inspection.

Turning around, Regina leant back against her desk, her ankles crossed, as her legs lay extended in front of herself. Her eyes skated from green eyes, over rosy cheeks, down to pink lips, which were curled in a smile. Her gaze moved lower over Emma's pale collarbone to her supple breasts and the dark and hardened nipples they housed. Further down her toned abdomen to her navel and the freckle that sat just below, her freckle. Lower still, to the young woman's bare mound, which Regina was pleased to see she had maintained. As her own dark eyes met Emma's once more she finally smiled. Walking to the drawer of her desk she pulled out a black gift back, before coming to stand directly in front of the sheriff.

With Regina in her heels and still fully clothed, as Emma stood naked and barefoot, the blonde had never felt so small as the brunette towered over her. Not daring to raise her gaze to meet that of her lover, she shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, as she waited not so patiently.

"My gifts to you." Regina said, her voice clear and calm as usual.

Emma struggled to remember how to respond, let alone ensure it was either clear or calm. "For me, Mistress?!" Her breath was shaky and full of excitement and trepidation as she took the bag. Inside she found two boxes, a small jewellery box and one much larger. Taking out the smaller of the two boxes, she cursed at how much her hands were shaking. Slowly she opened the lid, unsure what it was she would find. Emma didn't realise she was holding her breath until a shaky gasp threatened to choke her. "It's…" She breathed as her finger traced against the gold necklace inside. Her lip quivered as her eyes glassed over, a lump forming in her throat as she bit back the tears that threatened to spill. "It's…." She repeated.

Regina smiled, taking the box in her own hand, removing the necklace from inside and walking to stand behind the blonde, pleased she had worn her hair up, as it made her job easier.

The necklace was the gold one Regina had taken from Emma, but it had been customised. The gold O-ring was only attached to the gold chain at one end, at the other end there was a dark pink-red stone, smaller than the center of the circle, but not by much, she wondered what type of stone it was.

"Garnet" Regina said as if reading her mind. "It symbolises commitment, honesty –" placing the chain around Emma's neck she let the O rest on one side of her décolletage and the gem on the other. "-hope and faith." She continued as she turned the blonde to face her. Her smile was small and coy yet warm. "It is also said to enhance sensuality, sexuality and intimacy."

"It's perfect." Emma beamed as she brushed her fingers against the sparkling red, and it really was. Somehow Regina had known the importance of her necklace, or so she hoped. Or maybe it was just a symbol of how her past, and dare she think, her future, how they could combine.

"Emma this is your collar, I want you to wear this always." She took Emma's hands in her own, caressing her thumbs over the back of them. "If you still want this." Her brow knotted together as Emma pulled her hands free, her heart pounding in her ears as she waited for the rejection. She could only watch as Emma's fingers came to rest on the two halves of the necklace. Swallowing hard she prepared for blonde to rip it from her neck, maybe even throwing it back in her face.

It never came. Slowly and deliberately, Emma inserted the pendant through the O-ring, her eyes fluttering closed as she did so. She was owned, she was Regina's. She felt strong hands around her neck, thumbs pressed against her cheeks as she was pulled into a hard and demanding kiss, and she melted. She could feel the thud of Regina's heart beating in time with her own, she could hear her shaky breaths but louder than both she could hear Regina's relief and she could hear her own hope. "I am committed to you, I promise you honesty, hope and my unwavering faith." She whispered as their foreheads rested together, their lips but a breath apart. "And as for the others…" She purred with a devilish smirk. "Those I promise too."

"Good girl." Regina couldn't help but laugh as she pulled back. "You haven't opened you other gift."

Her eyes narrowed as she reached into the bag, as she pulled out the other box, black like usual it was tied with a ribbon the same colour as the stone of her new collar. She let out a guttural moan as her eyes fell onto the leather collar with sturdy silver O-ring sitting inside the box.

This time it was Regina's eyes that danced with a wicked glint. "For when we are in private."

"Like now Mistress?

"Exactly like now." Taking the collar she held it to Emma's neck as she moved to stand behind her, fastening the buckle in place. Circling her again she came to a stop in front of the blonde, eyeing her new attire, the thick leather a harsh contrast to the delicate metal of the day collar. Hooking a finger into the thick silver O of Emma's new play collar she pulled hard until her pet was pressed against her, her arms snaked around her bare waist she pulled her flush against herself.

Regina gave a click of her fingers, clearing her desk. "Now, I'm sure my little kitten was going to remind me she needed punishing."

Emma could only moan in response.

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"Wait Miss Swan, aren't you going to stay for that coffee?" Regina asked.

Emma smiled and nodded, "I'd love too."

Unlocking the door, Regina stepped into her home, her arm wrapped around her son as they walked to the kitchen chatting away, with Emma following behind with a huge grin on her face.

With Henry's hot chocolate made, Regina turned her attention to the coffee, grinding the beans as she tried her best not to smile or look at the two faces watching her. Henry and Emma both sat on bar stools their chins resting on their hands as their elbows propped them up. Daring a look, she shot them both a smile as she tamped the beans, they were so alike, the look in their eyes melted her. She quickly turned her back to them as she felt the tears prick at her eyes. The look in their eyes was so intense, and so…

The smell of freshly ground coffee permeated the air, dancing with the sound of sweet laugher.

As it grew late Henry gave a yawn. "I think it's bed for you little man don't you." Regina said eying the clock. "Actually it's past your bedtime already, you need your rest if you're going to get up early." He had asked to spend the day with Emma, and the blonde had readily agreed, eager to spend time with her son.

"Aww come on mom!" He wined; he loved spending time with his two moms, especially as they both seemed to be getting on so well. It was weird, so very weird, but he wasn't going to question it right now.

"No, Regina's right." Emma interjected, "bedtime for you kid, if you go now, I'll tuck you in."

That was all it took for the smile to reappear on their son's face. "But you need to go home now then too Emma."

Regina choked a little on her second mug of coffee. "Why does Emma need to leave?" She asked avoiding Emma's hot gaze. Both adults had known that Emma wasn't being invited in for a caffeinated beverage, and though loving their time with their son, they were both independently waiting for him to go to bed so they could continue what Emma had started backstage."

"Cus she has to get up early too." He said, logically. He watched as his moms' exchanged glances, trying his hardest and failing to read the looks they were sharing.

Emma sighed, "Yeah kid, you're right." They were beat she knew it. Henry always watched her leave out of his window, and having finished her second coffee she didn't have an excuse to stay any later, she was after all only there for Henry and coffee….

Regina smiled and Henry wrapped his arms around her waist nestling his head in the crook of her neck. "I'll be up to check on you in a bit darling. You performed wonderfully this evening, I am so proud of you."

"Thanks mom..." He mumbled his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He ran as far as the door, then as Regina opened her mouth to chastise him, he remembered the cardinal rule of no. 108, no running, so he stopped and walked the rest of the way to his room.

Placing the mugs in the sink she shot a smile at the blonde who stood, leaning against the counter as she washed up. "You should probably go up to him before he wakes the neighbourhood with his shouting."

"You have no neighbours," Emma smirked as she backed away to door. "And from experience I know no matter how loud you scream, no one will hear…."

Regina just shook her head and laughed.

Upstairs Henry was in bed with Emma sat on the edge, having tucked him in. "What's going on with you and my mom?" He asked, watching the blonde's expression intently.

"I um… I don't know." She replied honestly. "But, I think it's a good thing."

"Me too…" The young boy yawned as he settled down under his covers. "I like it when you get along."

"Yeah kid, me too." Emma whispered pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead.

She found Regina waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs when she descended. "He okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, tired, but okay." They stood by the door an awkward silence washing over them.

That was until Regina closed the gap, her mouth capturing Emma's ear lobe, releasing it through her teeth, she purred hot words "Don't think you got away without being punished for your insurrection."

A moan passed through parted lips as a shot of electricity shot through her.

"Next time, next time you'll be punished." Pulling back she opened the front door in one quick motion. "Goodnight Miss Swan." She said this time with her voice a little raised, her eyebrow cocked in amusement as she watched Emma's eyes flutter closed for a second before she walked past her, out into the winter's night.

"Goodnight Madam Mayor."

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"Bend over." She barked, pleased when Emma lied over her desk, her arse exposed and inviting. In a cloud of purple smoke a riding crop materialised in one hand. The shaft of the crop was brilliant bright red to match the collar, sturdy but with satisfying flexibility and the tongue made of soft leather, but it was the handlers the crop, which was the most impressive. Atop the crop sat a black horses head, approximately three inches tall, and carved out of ebony with such detail. Regina had always loved crops, but this had been a new addition just for Emma and she couldn't wait to try it out.

She drew her free hand down Emma's bare back and down over the swell of her arse cheeks before administering a hard slap. "Have you missed this?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress."

Regina smiled at the perfection of its delivery as she feathered the crop against pale skin. "How many do you want?"

"Twenty." Emma's voice was thick with desire and laced with her desperate need.

A moan of appreciation escaped Regina's lips which quirked into a smirk as she brought the crop down to kiss against Emma's arse. As Emma let out a loud moan Regina laughed. "Don't make too much fuss dear, my receptionist is only outside, and this is a public building."

"You haven't silenced your office?" Emma asked in horror.

"No, so I suggest you keep that pretty mouth of yours closed before I add to your punishment."

When Emma's arse was littered with the twenty red welts of her submission Regina stopped. "Kneel." She commanded. As her pet knelt on the cold floor in front of her desk, Regina sat in the spot Emma had just vacated, leaning forwards to press the shaft of the crop against pink lips.

Obediently Emma opened her mouth, taking the crop between her teeth and gently holding it in place. Looking up through her dark lashes her heart fluttering in her chest as she looked at the beautiful woman standing over her. Maybe she should feel embarrassment or shame, maybe she should feel anger or fear, all she felt was pride, pride and lo….

"Hmm." Regina hummed as she looked over Emma; there was something wrong about he sight. "On your hands and knees." Watching Emma reposition herself she smiled to herself, perfect she thought to herself. "You still have thirty-seven minutes left of your lunch break, I want you to practice your obedience… Do not move." Picking up her coat, Regina walked towards the door, taking one more look before she left her office. Her eyes hungrily devouring the sight of Emma's arse being displayed to the door as she knelt the crop still in her mouth. Stepping outside she closed the door, without locking it as she left for her lunch.

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