A/N:...So I have influenza A, which means I'm not at all apologizing for this being late. I am, however, thanking you all for being so overly accepting and not angry / mean over it being late. You're all too wonderful. NOT AT ALL SAFE FOR WORK. To quote Piecesofyourheart you should all "heed the very real warning of sex!" Honestly. This chapter is just PWP. Apparently I just wanted to write smut. I mean, if the chapter title isn't enough of a warning, I don't know what is. Enjoy! Oh! And a TW for spanking in case that throws anyone off.
Regina sat behind her desk, her head pounding madly. It had been a hell of a first day back. Apparently, while her mother was a strict and tidy teacher, she also like to joke with the kids, telling them far too many stories about their professor when she was young. Regina sighed. Her mother was definitely getting an earful over the male student who asked about her spring break trip to the bahamas.
A soft knocking noise pulled her out of her thoughts, and when nothing followed, Regina questioned for a minute if the sound was just her brain pounding against her skull. Then she heard it.
"Professor?" A voice called softly as the doorknob began to turn.
Emma. A smile crossed her face before it quickly turned to a scowl. Emma spent all day acting out in class. First she started by encouraging the boy who asked about the Bahamas. Then, she kept 'dropping' her utensils, and making as much noise as possible when retrieving them from the floor. She also pulled her phone out to text multiple times, and none of them were even to Regina!
"Enter," the brunette growled, not sure if she wanted to see Emma in hopes of the blonde brightening her day, or in hopes of letting her frustration out over the blonde's transgressions.
The innocent pout on the student's face would normally make Regina laugh, but today the woman was more focused on finding out what the hell the blonde was up to.
"You wanted to see me professor?" Emma questioned in a sickly sweet tone.
"Emma, I have no idea what you're-" Regina started, but was cut off by Emma's next sentence.
"You mentioned something about a punishment."
In that moment, it all came together. Emma acting out all day. Regina's fantasy. It all clicked in the professor's mind and a devilish smirk crossed her face.
The blonde's tone faltered when Regina didn't respond, "I know I was being naughty professor. Perhaps you can do something to resurrect myself?"
The melodious laughter that bubbled out of the brunette's throat made Emma pout for real. She was trying to play her part, but the brunette was laughing at her?! That wasn't fair! It was Regina's fantasy, after all.
"Oh, Emma," The brunette's tone was darker than usual, a deep timber that only happened when the woman was aroused or angry. "You have no idea what you're signing up for."
"Oh, I don't?" Emma asked back. "Because I know I was naughty, professor, and I'd really like nothing more than to make it up to you."
The playful glint in the blonde's eyes sent Regina's heart racing. Sure, she had recognized this as a fantasy of hers, but the professor always pushed it off as silly and wrong. It was too kinky for a woman like herself. But here, in this moment, with Emma willing to bend to her every will and desire, Regina felt the excitement. Maybe she was a little more kinky than she thought.
"Sit," the brunette commanded, pointing to a chair that rested across the way from her desk.
Emma did as she was told, watching intently as her lover stood up and made her way around the desk. Regina was gorgeous. Her perfect coif was mussed, probably from running her fingers through it in frustration. Her eyes were dark and glistening with desire. Her shirt was rumpled from the day, and sometime between Emma's class and now, the top three buttons had found their way undone. Her skirt rode up from sitting in it for the past hour. Her red-painted lips curved in a smirk that stopped Emma's heart, but made it pound harder than ever at the same time. Regina was gorgeous, and Emma was mesmerized.
"You were insolent," the professor stated, cocking an eyebrow. Emma just nodded her agreeance. "You were insolent, you were disruptive, you broke a multitude of classroom rules, and you were late for your office duty with me," The brunette ticked each item of the list off on her fingers while she spoke. Emma just stared up at her, slightly scared, and very aroused. "What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Swan?"
"I was naughty, professor. I deserve whatever punishment you deem necessary."
The blonde's eyes fell in a submissive gesture that worried Regina just enough for her to break character. She reached down and gently grabbed Emma's chin, leading the blonde's eyes to her own.
"Emma?" the brunette questioned lightly, hoping Emma could read all the questions in her gaze. "You're okay with this?"
"I'd love it if you would punish me, professor," the blonde grabbed Regina's wrist and kissed the top of her hand.
"Well, in that case," the brunette slipped back into her previous demeanor, "I think it's my turn to be a little naughty." A soft chuckle escaped her lips, but was cut short with the next command. "Strip."
Emma reached up and started unzipping her jacket slowly. Inch by inch, she revealed pale flesh. Regina stood in shock. Emma hadn't worn any clothes under her jacket. There wasn't even a trace of a bra.
Regina grabbed Emma's hands to still them, "No clothes underneath, Miss Swan? Should I add improper attire to your list of wrongdoings."
Emma looked into the woman's eyes and pouted playfully. "Well, it's too cold outside to go without a jacket, Professor, but I just get so heated watching you in class…" the blonde trailed off, letting the professor complete the scenario in her own head, and it was obvious the woman did so, as she moaned softly.
"Continue," Regina commanded in a tone that was somewhere between the strictness of a mistress and breathiness of a lover. Emma was obviously having an effect on her.
The blonde slipped the zipper down the rest of the jacket and stood to remove her jeans. She was within a breath of Regina, and watched as dark eyes took in her every move. Emma undid the button of her jeans and slid them down her legs, trying not to shudder as she felt the professor's eyes take in her every move.
The blonde slid one leg out, then the other, but Regina couldn't handle the slow pace any longer. She surged forward and caught the blonde's mouth in bruising kiss. Pulling away seconds later, she nipped at Emma's bottom lip, making sure the blonde felt the sting of pain.
"I said to strip, not to tease, Miss Swan," Regina bit out. "Now take this damn jacket off."
The blonde did as she was told, making sure to move at a slightly quicker pace than before. Emma didn't mind if Regina nibbled at her, but that last one stung a little more than usual.
"Bend over the desk, Miss Swan," Regina ordered, more than pleased when the blonde did so, putting her behind on perfect display. "Normally, dear, I would have some sort of device to do this for me, but since I was unaware anyone would be acting out in class, I left all my toys at home. We'll have to do this the old fashioned way," the joy in the brunette's tone let Emma see the smirk Regina was wearing without even looking in her direction.
"How many spanks do you think you should receive, Miss Swan?" the brunette asked softly, leaning over Emma to whisper in her ear. "Five?" she questioned. "No, that's too little… hmm.. twenty-five?" she offered. "That's far too much for a first time offender…. Thirteen. I think thirteen is a wonderful numer."
"Are you ready, my love?" Regina asked, not caring that a person in her position wouldn't use the term she had designated to the blonde.
Emma's body tensed beneath her, and a little whimper escaped as she nodded her head, "Yes, Professor."
"Well, then, let's get started with today's lesson," Regina raised her hand and brought it down swiftly, closing her eyes as a sharp sound filled the room. "That's one." She raised her hand again, bringing it down just as swiftly, then again, and again, in quick succession. "Two. Three. Four," she counted with each movement.
when thirteen had come and gone, Regina stepped back and admired her work. She had never done that before, but the soft, red glow of Emma's ass, and the way the blonde woman's thighs shook with anticipation proved that both women enjoyed the experience very much.
Regina leaned down and wrapped her arms around the blonde, standing her up and supporting her. The blonde gasped lightly as her behind made contact with the cool material of her lover's skirt.
"How are you feeling?" Regina asked, spinning the blonde around in her embrace. When the only response she received was a dopey smile and a soft moan, Regina continued with their act, "I want you to strip me now. Take your time, but don't let it be boring."
The blonde connected her eyes with chocolate orbs. "Yes, professor," she replied, mouth moving to latch onto the woman's neck.
Emma's slender fingers pulled lightly at the brunette's shirt, dislodging the purple silk from the pencil skirt it was tucked into. One by one, a button was undone, followed by a small peck to the newly-exposed skin. She made her way down to the woman's skirt, unzipping the side and letting it slide down the toned, olive thighs she loved so desperately. A smirk crossed her face briefly as she wondered at the lack of panties before being met with a breathy remark of "pantylines".
Emma kissed her way back up the brunette's smooth stomach and to her breasts, stopped at the lace-clad masterpieces to finish undressing the woman fully. The blouse was slid down soft shoulders, and Emma's wrapped her arms around the goddess before her, reaching for something that wasn't there.
"It clasps in the front," Regina laughed softly, reaching up to aide the other woman in her confusion.
Once she had divested the brunette of her clothing, Emma looked back up at the woman. "What would you like now, Professor?" she questioned, knowing full well what Regina wanted in that moment.
"Now?" Regina asked back, locking eyes with the blonde. "Now I want you to fuck me."
Emma spun around to the large, dark mahogany desk behind her and knocked everything to the floor. She faced the brunette again, and lifted her off her feet, laying her gently on the now-empty desk.
"God, I love you," the blonde breathed out before she started her descent. Her lips latched to the succulent, red-painted ones of her lover while her hands made their way down the woman's body, one stopping at a pert breast, and the other making it's way to the brunette's entrance.
The blonde shuddered at the moan Regina released when three fingers entered her. The wetness smearing Emma's hand only added to how aroused both women were. Emma pumped into the woman harder and faster, her lover meeting every thrust. The blonde's mouth latched on to a pert nipple and her tongue swirled around the numb while her free hand dipped lower to swirl tight circles around the brunette clit. Regina's body shuddered and started to tense, a mind-shattering orgasm approaching quickly.
Emma put her body on autopilot and let her mind take in the situation surrounding her. Regina's olive-toned, sculpted body lay on full, gorgeous display on her desk. The older woman's arms were flexed as she gripped the edges of the desk, and her breasts stood at attention with the position. Her long, slender neck was extended as her head was thrown back in ecstasy, eyes slammed shut, and mouth moving with words Emma couldn't even begin to decipher. The blonde felt her core throb with a wanton need as she watched the brunette ride her fingers, and when the bright white light of orgasmic ecstasy exploded behind the brunette's eyelids, Emma's own body shook with an orgasmic shock.
The blonde pulled out of her stupor and crawled onto the desk to lie next to the sweat-soaked woman next to her. turned to her and reached out her arms to hold the blonde, though her eyes remained closed. The sounds of their breathing filled the air as they tried to slow down their heart rates.
"Did you just…. from me just...?" the brunette tried to ask the blonde a question between gulps of air, but her brain was still mush as she recovered from the onslaught of passion she had just endured.
"Yup," Emma answered shortly, understanding her fully, though no question was ever asked.
"That's incredibly…. sexy," Regina muttered, finally catching her breath.
"It only happened because you're incredibly sexy," Emma replied with a smirk of her own, using just enough of her regained energy to hold the action until Regina opened her eyes.
Regina swatted at the younger woman's arm, "You're such a charmer."
"You're such a dominatrix."
"She accuses, as though she didn't enjoy it," Regina smirked at her lover, loving the way they could just fall back into their cheeky responses.
"She responds, as though she isn't dying to be it again," Emma said, pulling the woman into her arms.
"I guess you're right," Regina agreed with as much of a shrug as she could pull off when lying on her side. "I've always been more of a queen than a princess."
"Well, your majesty," Emma addressed, bringing Regina's hand up to her mouth and placing a light kiss on the top of it, "I'll let you rule my kingdom any day."
Regina wrapped her arms around her lover, laughing at how cheesy they woman could be. She looked around her at the room and noticed the papers and utensils scattered around the floor.
"Well then, my princess," the brunette addressed the woman in her arms. "As queen, my first order of business is for us to clean up the mess we made of this office."
The blonde winced, "Do I have to? I mean, it is your office, and I wouldn't want to mess up any organizational system you might've had going."
Regina laughed even louder this time, pulling back to stare at the blonde, "Considering you messed up any semblance of order I had when you shoved everything to the floor, I would have to answer yes."
"Only because I love you," the blonde grumbled with a pout.
"I love you, too, mi amor."