A/N: Hey guys! School's out, and you know what that means, right? Hopefully regular updates for a while! It's technically about an hour and a half into Monday, but who cares because now you have something to read on a boring Monday! Anyway, I hope the writing isn't a direct reflection of the chapter title. ;) Read, Enjoy, Maybe drop a review if you want.
~R.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," the brunette joked, "I love you too."
"Rudely interrupted?" the blonde questioned, flabbergasted. "Rudely interrupted? Baby, you and I both know there was nothing rude about that interruption. At least, you didn't seem to think so when you were screaming for more."
Regina reached over and slapped her lover's shoulder, laughing. "You are bad, Emma Swan."
"I might be bad, Professor Mills, but is it really so bad if it feels sooooo good?" the blonde moaned her last words, pretending as if she were in the throes of passion.
Regina rolled over onto her girlfriend's body and flashed a predatory smile. "I don't know, mi amor. You'll have to tell me tomorrow."
With that, Regina leaned down and captured her lover's lips in a sensual kiss. Her tongue slipped through pale lips and slid against the other woman's. When the kiss ended, Emma's eyes remained tightly closed, and Regina moved her lips to hover over the shell of the blonde's ear.
"Stay put, sexy," she husked before sliding her unclothed body to the edge of the bed and standing.
Emma's eyes snapped open when she felt the dip of the bed and heard the creak of the door as Regina exited.
"Regina?" she called after the woman, receiving no answer. She waited for what seemed like forever, trying to obey her professor's commands, but it all became too much. She sneaked her way out of the bed and over to the door. "Regina," she called out in a whisper. She walked out into the open room and looked to the side, still not seeing her girlfriend. The blonde started to get worried, not seeing any trace of the woman anywhere. "Baaabbby," she dragged the word out, still searching for the other woman.
"I thought I told you to stay put, Miss Swan," the voice rang out from behind the blonde, stilling her in her tracks, and causing a shiver to run through her body. "I guess I'll just have to tie you down next time."
Emma turned around slowly, afraid that moving too quickly would further upset the woman. She swallowed at the sight before her. The brunette stood there in a skin-tight, tiny black dress. The sleeves of the dress went just over the woman's biceps before stopping at a thick, white cuff. A zipper ran from the bottom of the dress to the top, making Emma's mouth salivate just thinking about what could be under it. White fishnets hugged her the woman's legs all the way from her black fuck-me heels to her thighs. Regina's brunette hair was pulled back into a tight, professional-looking bun, and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.
The entire "bad teacher" outfit drove Emma crazy, but it was the glasses that really spiked her libido.
The blonde rushed across the room, dying to capture plump, red-painted lips in her own, but was met with a hand to her chest, holding her at arm's length.
"Nuh-uh-uh, Miss Swan," Regina chastised. "I believe I told you to stay put, did I not?"
Emma cleared her throat, kind of scared of the brunette's authoritarian attitude, but too turned on to care. "Yes, ma'am," she answered. "But I was a bad, bad girl and didn't listen."
Regina's eyes darkened to black pits as she grabbed a handful of the blonde's hair, not pulling it harshly, but letting the blonde know who was in control. "And what do I do to bad, bad girls, Miss Swan?" she purred the question in Emma's ear, causing the blonde to moan.
"You punish them, professor," Emma answered, knowing that was what Regina was wanting to hear.
"Should I punish you, Emma?" the brunette asked, tugging a little harder on the blonde's hair, and trying to hide her excitement at Emma's moans.
"Oh, yes, professor," she answered. "Punish me."
The two women locked eyes, letting the sexual tension fill the room around them. Regina watched as the blonde slowly moved closer, inch by inch, captivated by the lips before her, and wanted nothing more than to meet the blonde in the middle. Instead, she turned at the last second, knowing Emma would follow her, and walked into the bedroom.
"Middle of the bed," she commanded. "On your hands and knees." She watched as the blonde did what she was told, and held back a moan at the pale, beautiful ass that was now on display.
"Now, Miss Swan," Regina began as she made her way to the bed and kneeled behind the blonde. "I believe we decided on thirteen spanks last time, did we not?"
Emma just nodded her head, unsure if she was allowed to speak. Regina smirked at the girl. She was one smart submissive.
"I thought about upping the number this time, but I feel you might enjoy those spanks a little too much," Regina explained. "You would enjoy them too much, wouldn't you, Miss Swan?" When she didn't get a response she laughed, full and melodious. "We both know the answer is 'yes, ma'am, I would enjoy it.' But the point of a punishment is not to enjoy, Miss Swan."
Regina started to stroke the pale flesh that was on display for her, thinking through possible punishments. Spanking was fun, and it turned Emma on, but she didn't want the blonde to get too used to one punishment. She feared what would happen if Emma would ever get bored with their sex life. She thought for a minute on what could take the place of their usual punishment. Regina realized she didn't have the right toys to take her spanking to the next level, but she did have a certain toy waiting for her in her bag that would add a different twist to the punishment.
The brunette got up from the bed and stepped to the bag that she had laid next to the bed before getting Emma from the sitting room earlier. She heard Emma let out a whine when her gentle ministrations stopped, but she only chuckled, reaching into her bag.
"Don't worry, naughty girl," she addressed the woman on the bed. "I'll make sure your punishment isn't too harsh."
Regina felt the item she was searching for and grasped the silicon shaft as she pulled it from the bag and made her way back behind the blonde. She slid her hands between the blonde's legs and gave each inner thigh a little slap, commanding the blonde to open herself further. When Emma acquiesced with the command, Regina rubbed the purple toy against her lover's wetness.
Emma moaned when she felt the toy rubbing along her folds, knowing Regina was lubricating it with her wetness. Seconds later, she felt the shaft slide inside of her. It was big, filling, but not painful.
The blonde woman moaned her appreciation before the brunette spoke again, "I made a decision, naughty girl, and you're going to be thankful for what I chose. Would you like to know, Miss Swan?"
"Yes, please, Professor."
"I know how much you enjoy feeling my hands on you, Miss Swan. I know you love their caresses and their soft touches, but I know you love when they smack your little ass," Regina chuckled at the hitch of breathing that came with her dirty talk. "So, Miss Swan, I've decided you will be spanked, but that's not all."
"Not all?" the blonde questioned, unsure of what was up Regina's sleeve.
"Of course not," the brunette answered, as if it were obvious. "And put my lovely little toy to waste? Never." The professor once again began to run her hands over the pale flesh before her. "There is one condition, though…"
"Anything, Professor," the blonde breathed out, having trouble speaking normally.
"You're not allowed to cum until I say. Do you understand, Miss Swan?" she punctuated the question with a harsh slap on the blonde's ass.
"I understand, Professor Mills," Emma cried out in response.
Regina reached down to the toy that was nestled in Emma's slick heat, and pressed a button, starting a light vibration inside the blonde.
"Whaaa-" the blonde started to ask, but was stopped by another smack to her ass and a tug on her hair.
"Silence, naughty girl," Regina warned. "I only want to hear you moan and scream my name. No questions. No nonsense. Understood?"
The blonde nodded her head and waited for the next hand to drop to her flesh. She heard it before she felt it, the resounding smack of skin meeting skin. In her past it scared her, but coming from Regina, it did anything but. In fact, she felt her core start to wetten even more as the sensation from Regina's toy and her slaps combined to drive the blonde mad.
Regina continued her assault with one hand, reaching the other one down to play with the toy inside the blonde. She slid the toy out slightly before pushing it back in. She repeated the motion again and again until the blonde started to move her body in tandem with the machine. Then Regina reached down and switched the vibrator to a quicker pace, laughing at the jumpy reaction the blonde had.
"Does this feel nice, Miss Swan?" the brunette asked with a smirk. "Do you think this is proper punishment?"
"Y-yess," The blonde choked out between moans.
"My, my, my. It's seems you're learning nothing my dear," the professor punctuated her sentence with a smack to the blonde's beautiful behind. "Yes, what?"
"Y-yes, p-p-professor," the blonde finally got out.
Emma felt herself tighten around the shaft that was buried between her legs. She desperately wanted her release, but didn't want to upset the brunette behind her, should that happen before she was given the proper admittance.
"P-professor?" Emma questioned, her body spasming as another slap landed on her ass.
"Yes, my sweet?" the brunette purred in her ear, pressing her body fully against her lover's, and starting to stroke the blonde's now tender cheeks.
"M-may I c-c-cum now?" the blonde stuttered out. The sensations all over her body were driving her nuts.
"Five more spanks, darling," Regina responded, and Emma could hear the smirk in her voice. "Count them with me and you can have your sweet release."
The professor raised her hand from her sweet strokes of the blonde's ass, and brought it back down, placing a new handprint on one that was already in place.
"One," the blonde counted dutifully.
Regina switched hands, making sure the more pale flesh could be altered by her touch. She raised her left hand and let it fall.
"Two," the blonde muttered.
Regina's hand snuck down to the shaft between the blonde's legs and tapped the button again, turning it up higher as she delivered the next blow.
"Th-th-three," the blonde shuddered with her words, the sensations multiplying.
"Two more, my love," Regina promised, biting down on the curve of the blonde's ass as a her hand struck the other cheek.
"Four," it came out as a singular puff of breath. Emma wasn't capable of anything more.
Regina moved her hand from the toy inside the blonde and ran her fingers up soaking wet folds. She found the blonde's clit and started stroking it fervishly.
"P-please P-pr-professor," the blonde moaned, bucking her hips with Regina's movements.
Regina raised her right hand as her left circled the blonde's clit. She pinched and smacked in perfect timing, causing a rush of pleasurable pain to soar through the blonde's body.
"Fiiiiive," the blonde shrieked as she came undone, finally granted her release. Regina moved the toy in and out of her warm core until Emma started to slow her motions and calm her breathing.
"I probably… won't be able… to sit… for a week," the blonde laughed as she tried to catch her breath, and winced as she rolled over to lie on her back, and pull Regina on top of her.
"I guess I'll just have to keep you in bed all day, then," the professor agreed with a wicked grin.
The women locked lips in a slow, sensual kiss, breaking apart with smiles on their faces.
"So, Emma," the brunette asked in an innocent voice, "is being bad really so bad when it feels soooo good?"
"Mmmm…" the blonde hummed in thought, bringing her hands to her chin to stroke her imaginary beard. "Absolutely not," she responded with a wink. "But I think maybe it's time I teach the professor a lesson about how to be naughty, and I think we'll start by showing a little more skin."
Emam reached up to the zipper that held Regina's tight teacher outfit in place. She slowly guided it down, running her fingers over the valley of Regina's breasts, then down further, to the apex of her thighs. When the dress was unzipped, it slipped from the brunette's shoulders and was tossed to the floor. In it's place was a white lace lingerie set that, the same pair of thick-rimmed glasses, and a smirk that Emma hoped Regina would never lose.
"Fuck," the blonde groaned out, pulling the other woman flush against her. "I'm going to fuck you all night, Professor Mills," the girl husked into the air between them. "I'm going to give your gorgeous body a workout of a lifetime, and you're going to be screaming for more like the naughty professor I know you are." Emma flipped herself so she was on top and straddling the brunette's body and smirked down at the woman.
The brunette smirked back, "I'm ready when you are, baby."