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The Wicked Stepmother	By : Ksennin Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 41904 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The sound was coming from the study, a room that had struck Emma earlier as being both private but on display. It was set off by hallways on all sides, putting two layers of walls between it and any distractions. Which meant the sound had to be really loud to carry.
Each of the study's four doors had glass panes in it. Emma could see right inside as she crept down the hallway toward it. She saw a bistro chair facing away from her, Regina sitting in it. She was dressed properly, in another of her smart business suits, but her back wasn't as straight as usual. She leaned forward, like a diner bent over a delicious plate. A little closer and Emma could see why.
A long set of legs shot out from one side of her lap, Ruby's torso emerging from the other. Both had one article of clothing. Ruby's bra, a shoulder strap hanging down in dishabille, and her panties. Pulled down to the bottom of her thighs.
Emma remembered her own panties were in a bush somewhere. It was hard to think of anything else.
"Shh, shh," Regina whispered, her hand hidden in front of her body—rubbing like it was a lazy cat stretched across her lap and not a young woman. "You'll wake our guest. Now remember what I said. You only have to take fifteen strokes to make up for breaking my nice tea cup."
Regina's stroking became longer and more even, as her other hand dipped down to her side. In it was a paddle brush. Used mainly for hair that was unruly. Hard to manage.
Emma's brain stalled. Why's she brushing her hair? Ruby's always looks so nice.
Regina stopped rubbing and just tapped Ruby a few times like a gambler knocking on wood. Emma's mind still refused to process it. Was… was Regina touching Ruby's ass? "If you're a good girl and count off the last five strokes, I'll give you a reward. Alright?"
Ruby said nothing, just nodding, the motion jerking her hair out of the way. Emma could see her jaw set in a pained pout.
"Alright?" the Mayor reiterated.
"Yes, mistress," Ruby said, barely above a whimper.
"There's my good girl. Taking her punishment so well…" And Regina raised the brush high, as if displaying it for Emma, and brought it down behind her blocking body. Onto Ruby's ass.
A hard sound of solid object hitting vulnerable flesh. Emma could barely believe part of that sound was human. Ruby cried out, a sharp exhaled breath, and then simmered in pain. "Mmm, mmm," holding it down so well she could almost be savoring it.
Emma had just been standing in the hallway, watching, but as soon as the assault began she jerked to the side, taking cover next to the glass door. She only heard the next one; another unbearably physical smack, then no human noise at all. She could've almost believed Ruby had passed out.
Nearly without thought, Emma felt herself in motion again. She literally tip-toed around the corner, seeing the door on the west side of the room. She'd been looking in from the south. She practically ran to it. Then, barely breathing, she pressed herself to the wall and craned her head so only a single eye was looking through the glass.
She saw Ruby's face as the brush came down again. The tears in her eyes. The red blush on her cheeks. The smile on her lips as the brush smacked her ass, hard, over and over again.
"Yes, mistress!" Ruby cried out, her hair falling in front of her face, her eyes hooded with the lust that took over once the pain her left. "More, please! Just a few more! I'm almost there—"
"Oh?" Regina asked, her arm resting on Ruby's back now. Finger tapping at the base of her spine. "You don't feel you've been punished enough?"
"No! I have a guilty conscience, mistress. I won't be able to sleep a wink unless you punish me more—severely."
"Well…" Regina's tapping finger fell on Ruby's skin and stayed there, swishing back and forth. "If it would help you sleep at night… you know how it would disturb me if you couldn’t sleep at night…"
"Mistress?" Ruby bit her lip. "Use your hand?"
"What's the magic word?"
"Please?" Regina's finger rolled in a caressing circle down the curve of Ruby's ass, just out of Emma's sight… down where the blows had landed. Ruby's face screwed up, eyes closed in wanton need. "Pretty please?"
Emma knew then she had to watch from the other side. She ran back to the south side of the room, streaked by the south door, and dropped to all fours to get to the east door. There, she saw Ruby's ass.
It would've been amazing under normal circumstances—pert and smooth, a luscious apple as ripe and juicy as anything Regina touched. But seeing it blazing red, almost glowing, and shockingly on display for Regina's perusal…
Emma reached under her nightgown to touch herself. She only remembered she wasn't wearing panties when her fingers started to go—inside.
She pulled her hand clear, the sensation prompting a rush of air from her lungs… and the feeling remained, like a phantom hand was rubbing insistently between her legs. Regina was spanking Ruby.
It was almost hypnotic. Regina in perfect control, her hand like a metronome, coming down with perfect, even strokes, the sound itself small and well-ordered. Her palm landing precisely where she meant it, causing Ruby's flesh to blossom in pink, the same fetching tone across her thighs and buttocks.
And then there was Ruby, each hit of flesh against flesh making her breathing harder and hotter, regressing her into a wild animal—toes curling, breath pitching, gritted obscenities pumping from her lips. Her hands finally shot down to grip the legs of the chair Regina was sitting in, and she shifted the piece of furniture a few centimeters in her frenzy.
Regina just calmly picked up the pace, the sound going deeper and louder, Ruby tossing her head and flipping her hair, grunting and groaning feverishly, bestially. Until Regina stopped, her hand up for another slap, Ruby crooning like a wolf after the moon—so needing, so desperate. Regina brought her hand down softly and ran one finger across Ruby's upturned cheeks, giving the overstimulated nerves one last thrill. Ruby practically howled.
"Fuck, Regina, I'm so close—" Ruby vibrated with excitement, need, a dog under the table, staring at a bit of meat and willing to dance for it. She'd shed the mannered submission of their game, but there was no doubt she was still obedient to Regina, virtually prostrating herself before the older woman. Her homage was at a primordial level. "Pretty please?" she begged girlishly.
"Shh, shh," Regina cooed, all-wise, all-powerful. "I know what you need. Don't I always?"
Her solitary finger feathered down the crack of Ruby's ass, where the skin was still pale. An answering ripple ran up Ruby's body; her spine sinuously undulated for Regina.
"You know what I think, Ruby?"
Regina's finger reversed course, just before it reached Ruby's sex. Ruby's back obediently shimmied from the feeling. A puppet on Regina's strings.
"I think you have a nasty, naughty little pussy."
Ruby breathed coarsely as the very tip of Regina's finger, the sharp nail, traversed her lower back. It zig-zagged over the small of her back before going back down. Down, down, down.
"I think it's gotten all wet from your punishment."
At long last, her finger found the damp softness Ruby kept hidden. Slickly, it moved in.
"I think if I put just one finger inside you, your nasty, naughty little pussy will come all over it."
Regina held her hand just clear, the knuckle only just inside, wiggling as softly and alluring as a worm on a hook.
"Will you come?" Regina asked, moving her hand just a jolt closer. Ruby's head flew up, hair tumbling beautifully down her back. Emma wished she could see the look on her face, but she didn't dare move. Didn't risk missing a moment of this.
"Will you come for me?" Regina insisted as her hand moved closer, closer, surely she was inside now, surely she was fucking her.
Fucking Ruby's pussy. The words seemed too big for Emma's head, but that's what Regina was doing. That's what Emma was watching.
"Yes, Regina," Ruby said, exhausted, drained. On her tongue, the other woman's name was more worshipful than any title: mistress, mayor, queen.
Regina's other hand slid along the succulent curve of Ruby's ass and its spanked blush, just starting to lose its luster. The nerves sung for Regina. Emma could've sworn she saw electricity running through Ruby's spine.
"There's a good girl," Regina praised, lightly patting Ruby's well-spanked seat. Then, slower, more firmly, she gave Ruby a priming paddle. "Now, my pet. Now."
The hand between Ruby's legs did something Emma couldn't see, but would've done anything to know the feeling of. Ruby went stiff, too overcome to even breathe, and finally slumped across Regina's lap. Emma could see her face, upside-down under the chair. Their eyes met.
Ruby smiled at her.
With infinite care, Regina gathered Ruby up and pulled her upright on her lap, bouncing her on her knee like a baby and letting her plant her chin on Regina's shoulder. Ruby's well-used ass was on display, like Regina had put it on private exhibition for Emma. The teen watched as Regina alternated between kneading it, bringing the pain back, and rubbing it. Putting the pain aside so other feelings could hold sway.
For long minutes, they stayed like that, Regina babying Ruby, the girl lovingly submitting to it. Then Ruby started kissing Regina's cheek, her neck, getting all the way to her lips like an excited puppy, ready to play.
It would've looked like Ruby taking the initiative. But somehow, Emma knew better. It was Ruby submitting. Saying she was ready for more.
Still gentle, still in command, Regina helped Ruby down to her knees before her. "Punishment's over, Ruby. Time to serve your mayor."
With a gleam in her eye—and a quick look over at Emma—Ruby parted Regina's thighs and bent her head.
Emma felt a drop of moisture on her inner thigh. She was wet. Hot. One touch down there, just to check, and she was nearly overcome. And now Regina's head was lolling back, her lips parted, her teeth bared, something wonderfully predatory in how she claimed her pleasure. Emma could've watched her forever. She could've come right then and there, or in a few moments, when Regina finished unbuttoning her jacket.
But something told her that there was no going back from that, from feeling that pleasure. A line from one of her mom's cheesy romance novels ran through her mind. You've ruined me for other men, the flaxen-haired schoolmarm said to the frequently shirtless cowboy.
That was what Regina would do to her, Emma knew. She'd ruin her. Addict her. Possess her. And as much as Emma yearned for that, wanted to throw open the door and join Ruby in worship, she couldn't.
She backed away, slowly at first, but as she heard the first of Regina's soft moans, she turned and ran. All the way home. To pretend it had never happened.
***
"Emma, what is this? Did someone have a sleepover?"
Emma came awake blearily. She was back in her own bed. It was almost tempting to write it all off as a dream, as if that were less disturbing—that her subconscious was eager to think of her two best friends in some kind of lesbian sex game. Then she looked around, saw Mary-Margaret, saw what Mary-Margaret was holding. The nightgown she'd been dressed in at Regina's.
Emma hadn't even been able to stand wearing it. As soon as she'd gotten home, she'd stripped it off and threw on a pair of pajama pants and a Steelers jersey picked up at a yard sale. Both were scratchy and uncomfortable compared to whatever the nightgown was made out of, but at least they didn't remind her of what she'd seen.
"No, it's mine," Emma said, thinking as fast as she could without coffee. "I bought it this weekend."
"Where'd you get the money?"
"Selling drugs."
"Emma."
"Regina gave me a little extra money for a job well-done. She says her garden has never looked cleaner, so not all the money has to go toward fixing the car."
"It's nice," Mary-Margaret said, folding it up to put away. She gave Emma a long-suffering sigh over finding new clothes on the floor. "Not that I'm at all sure why you need to wear something so flattering to bed. Expecting company?"
"It was on sale, that’s all. I'll hold onto it until I'm married, when my husband can enjoy it."
"Uh-huh. Well, it's your money, at least it looks decent. Not like those Uggs you bought with your Christmas money."
"Mom, everyone wears them."
"Yes, yes, I just hope you realize, five years from now, everyone's going to be unloading them at every garage sale you've ever heard of." Mary-Margaret picked up some plates Emma had left in her room. "By the way, where were you last night?"
"Last night?"
"I didn't hear you come in. The last time I heard from you, you were going on a date with Scott. So I figured you broke curfew and I'd just ground you and get to enjoy your company a few days. Then he called here five times, trying to get in touch with you. You weren't picking up your cell-phone."
"Regina needed me. Her car broke down, so she wanted me to give her a ride out of town."
"That late?"
"The car trouble was probably something I knocked loose; I owed her."
"And where would she need to go in the middle of the night?"
"She said it was private. We just drove down the coast a ways, she had a quick cup of coffee with this guy, I did some homework in the car. Then we drove back."
"So you were with Mayor Mills the whole time?"
"Yeah." It was more or less the truth. Emma wasn't sure when she'd gotten so good at lying, but her mother seemed to be buying it.
"Next time, tell the Mayor to call me before she takes my daughter on a field trip."
"I would've called, but I didn't know it would be such a long drive. I'm sure she didn't think about it either."
"Alright," Mary-Margaret said, spotting some empty soda cans under the bed but giving up on them. "Hey, if the Mayor doesn't need you, maybe you can spend time with your old mom for a change. We could go to the spa. Get our nails did."
"Yeah, sure, that’d be awesome."
"Okay then." Mary-Margaret backed out the door of Emma's room. "Make your bed once you're done sleeping in."
"Yeah, Ma," Emma called, dropping back onto her pillow. As soon as her mother was gone, she grabbed her cell-phone and sent a quick text to Regina, asking her to back up the story in case Mary-Margaret called. It was no big deal. She just didn't want to get into it about Scott and… everything.
Still, it was funny how she knew Regina would do it for her.
Her phone buzzed immediately and Emma nearly fell out of bed. It wasn't Regina. It was a text from Ruby.

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The Wicked Stepmother

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