A/N: Alright, people. Time for things to escalate ;)

Regina leaned back and sat up on her knees, to give herself enough room to move her hand between her lover's legs, then rubbed her fingers over Emma's slit, but only brushing the woman's clit for half a moment. Still, feeling the coolness of the brunette's fingertips, Emma turned her head and moaned into the pillow.

Instantly, the brunette removed her hand and teased, "I just wanted to know if you were wet enough. And of course, you are." Then, she dug her nails into Emma's back, not moving them, and added, "Now turn your fucking head."

Emma gasped at the sharpness of the woman's nails pressing into her skin, but obeyed and turned her head back, mouth still gaping open. When the pressure of her lover's thighs brushing against the inside of her own was suddenly removed, she let out an involuntary whimper. When she heard the sound of the drawer of the nightstand opening, her heart stopped, then palpitated at an alarming rate. She heard the noise of Regina doing something – she wasn't one-hundred percent sure what (though she had her suspicions) – and gripped the sheets in her fists in anticipation for whatever was going to come next.

"I hope you're ready for this," Regina laughed, but before Emma could respond or even make a noise, there was the sound of a loud slap as what felt like the flat board of a paddle slammed against the skin of Emma's bare ass, which was now bright red.

Oh, God, Emma groaned silently. I'm not gonna be able to sit for a week.

She had no time to have another thought before the paddle – which Emma assumed was the back of a hairbrush – slammed against her other cheek.

"You. Are in. So. Much. Fucking. Trouble," Regina managed to get out, slamming the item across Emma's cheeks with each break in her words, lighter that time, to give Emma a small amount of (temporary) relief.

Emma just whimpered, "I'm… I'm… Fuck ," as the stinging blows kept coming. "So… Fuck! Sorry I-"

"Sorry you what, Emma?" the brunette asked sternly, stopping her motions.

"Calling… Calling you…-" Emma tried to catch her breath, but choked on the air she tried to suck in "-a co-"

"A what, Emma?"

"Cockmaggot!" the blonde screamed.

"Oh, yeah? Regina said, slamming the brush against her ass again on the word 'yeah.' "How fucking sorry are you?"

When one more blow came down and Regina leaned in, her body pressed against the skin of Emma's aching ass, Emma screamed, "I'M NOT, YOU FUCKING COCKMAGGOT!" and tried hard not to laugh as sweat dripped down from her forehead.

Eyes wide with fury, suddenly actually becoming angry, instead of just playing the part, Regina mercilessly dragged her nails down the woman's back one more time, drawing blood. To make it sting even more, her wife put her palms flat on Emma's shoulders, then slid them down her back, over the cuts, the pressure making them burn as a small amount of the blonde's blood smeared over her lover's palms. Of course, upon feeling the relentless stinging of her skin, Emma cried out.

"Say it again, you fucking twat. I fucking dare you."

"I'm. Not. SORRY!" Emma yelled.

Realizing that her voice was just a little too loud, Regina reached her hand around and covered the woman's mouth.

"You better scream," she said, "but not that fucking loud. Now, beg me to stop."

"NO!"

"No?"

"No!"

"Alright, then, darling. Punishment it is. After all, I can't be a queen and a cockmaggot, and if anyone is going to teach you a lesson (which they certainly must), it's going to be me."

"Babe, hold on," Emma gasped, her chest heaving as her lover continued to press on her back to hold her down on the bed.

"What, you changed your mind? You want mercy now?"

Emma considered the offer, then managed to choke out a shaky, "N-No."

"You are a stubborn one, aren't you?" Regina cackled, suddenly rolling off the bed and rushing to the closet.

When the pressure on her back was released (but still building in her core), Emma sucked in a few desperate, heavy breaths, and started to come down from the shock. Her lungs were only able to safely expand a few more times before she heard the noise that stopped her heart once again.

The crack of the whip was one thing, but the feeling of it cutting into her ass was another. Again, Emma screamed, unable to hold it in, and the sound caused screaming and crying from down the hall.

"Oh, FUCK," Emma cursed, covering her face with her hands and rolling onto her side.

"Fucking stay still," Regina hissed, setting the whip down beside Emma on the bed. "I'm going to take care of this, and if you fucking move, you're going to be sorry."

So the woman disappeared into the hallway, and it was only a few minutes before she returned, in which time Emma had successfully caught her breath and was calming down. Of course, the pain radiating throughout her entire body had not eased at all, and her eyes were squeezed shut to fight the tears by the time Regina got back.

"You… You had a fucking whip just laying the fuck around?" the blonde managed to gasp out, hearing the woman come back into the room.

"A little much, baby?" Regina asked, smirking at her wife, who was lying on the bed, but still covering her face. "Want to apologize?"

Emma shook her head vigorously, moving her hands away, rolled onto her back to look at her smirking wife, and scowled. As soon as she did, though, she cried out again, feeling the intense pain of the pressure created against her back. She immediately sat up to reduce the pain, but found that, even without anything pressing against it, her back was still on fire.

"Oooh," the gorgeous, nearly-naked brunette mocked. "Hurting, much?"

"Fuck you," Emma said, forcing herself to grin tauntingly at her beautiful punisher. "Let's see what you've got."

"Oh, I don't think you're gonna like this one, baby."

"Bring it on, bitch."

"Twat."

"C-"

"Emma," the woman warned fiercely, but her wife took no heed.

"Cockmaggot."

"Fucking DILDO."

Regina shoved her shoulders roughly back onto the bed, and the blonde hissed as her wounds crashed against the sheets.

"Roll over and shut your eyes," the brunette ordered, walking to their closet once again. Before turning around, she added, "And fucking hold still."

When Emma felt the familiar pressure of a hard, heavily lubricated shaft between her legs, she gasped, earning a broad grin from her ecstatic lover.

"Look who's taking it up the ass now?" Regina laughed, pressing her hand against Emma's bloody lower back to hold her still. "Lift your fucking hips."

Not wanting to obey, but not wanting to beg the woman to stop, Emma did as she was told, lifting her hips, causing the shaft of the strap-on to push further between her legs, rubbing against the slickness of her folds. The brunette saw this and slowly pulled it away, then positioned it between the cheeks of Emma's ass.

"This isn't the deal!" Emma finally shouted, as her lover started to push the tip closer. "I didn't fucking come! I didn't even TRY! YOU fucking did!"

"Oh, no," Regina chuckled darkly. "This isn't park of the deal. This is just punishment – severe, deserved punishment – for disrespecting your queen."

"You called me a dildo!" the blonde protested, thrashing a little beneath her lover.

This only served to make the pain more intense, so she stopped quickly.

Regina leaned in, her body completely pressed against Emma's, and whispered, "I promise I'll make you come," using the same words Emma had when they'd made the original bet.

As Regina moved closer and the shaft slipped back between Emma's legs, she reached around and gently groped one of Emma's breasts. When she finally squeezed the woman's nipples, Emma moaned and arched her back, which she immediately regretted. But her wife held her still and pushed her hips forward, then rocked them back, letting the shaft of the strap on rub the space between her lover's legs until she was panting.

"Are you ready to be punished, Emma?" she finally asked.

"Yes," Emma whimpered. "Punish me, baby."

So Regina pulled back, held the tip at Emma's back entrance, then pushed it in slowly.

Emma gasped, feeling the pain of the first movement, but this time, Regina was gentle and softly moved her hands down the woman's sides.

For the first time since they'd begun Emma's punishment, Regina's voice became almost sweet again as she asked, "Are you okay, babe?"

When Emma nodded, she moved her hips back, sliding the toy out of Emma, then pushed it back in. After a few more slow movements, Emma was gasping. This encouraged her wife to push in harder and faster, which she did gradually, until her lover began to moan. Then, with one hand on the lowest unmarked part of the blonde's back to support herself, Regina used her free hand to reach around and stroke the bundle of nerves between Emma's legs.

As soon as this happened, Emma involuntarily rocked her hips back into Regina's thrusts as they became more and more intense.

"Do it, Gina," the woman finally moaned. "Fucking do it."

So Regina pulled back once more, then slammed into her with as much force as she could manage, causing Emma to cry out, this time in ecstasy, and then increased her thrusts to heavy, frantic movements and rubbed her fingers harder against Emma's clit.

Regina only had to thrust into her a few more times to make her come, and when she did, Emma's thighs shook. The brunette relished this feeling, this reaction she'd created, and started to move slower, but didn't stop as her wife came hard, for almost as long as she had their very first time. When she completely collapsed on the bed, the shaft slid out of her, and she moaned once more. Regina quickly got off the bed and removed the straps of the toy and slipped out of it, then laid on her side next to her lover on the bed.

"Babe?" she asked softly. "You okay?"

"That was so. Fucking. Intense," Emma groaned, covering the red sweatiness of her face with her hands.

In fact, even Regina was sweating from the exertion, and the blonde felt it as the woman curled around her, only gently pressing her naked body against the woman's bare back.

"But are you okay?"

"I'm…" her wife tried, sucking in another shaky breath. "I'm okay. Are… Are you done?"

"I think that was enough punishment for the rest of your life, my dear. I'm pretty sure that covers anything you're gonna do in the future, too."

"Oh, I don't know about that…" Emma said slowly. "I might… I dunno. Burn the house down or something…"

"What…?"

"I dunno. Maybe I'll quit my job and lie about it for weeks. Just to-"

"Just to what?"

"Just to get in trouble."

"Oh, wow…" Regina breathed. "You liked that?"

"Well, I fucking came, didn't I?"

"That's just a physical reaction to being fucked like an animal. It doesn't have to mean that you actually enjoyed getting hit like that."

"I might usually like it better when it's soft, slow, and erotic… but that… that's definitely something I'd try again…"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Don't worry," the woman said coyly. "I'll think of something I can punish you for. And maybe, uh… Maybe you'll get a turn too."

"Well, that's never gonna happen."

"Why not?"

"Because you're always an angel," Emma whispered. "Always. Except maybe just now. Just now, you were definitely my evil queen."

"Well, maybe you could punish me for that, then."

"I'll punish you for anything you want, darling."

Of course, Emma's bruises and cuts hurt for quite a few days, but most of the following nights (at least the ones where their children didn't scream and cry the entire time), Regina, still feeling a little guilty (regardless of what Emma had said), made love to her slowly and whimpered several adoring, 'I love you's as she made her wife come.

THREE YEARS LATER

"Alright, Kei-bear. You're the youngest, so you get to open the big present, okay?" Emma announced as all six of them sat around the Christmas tree, with the kids barely able to contain their excitement.

"Why does she get the big one?" Henry whined, banging his fists on the carpet. "I want it."

"It's not just for Keileigh," Regina told him with a smile. "It's for all of you. She just gets to open it because she's the youngest."

"But that's not fair!" the boy cried.

"It is fair," Emma countered. "But if you don't behave, the present's only gonna be for your little brother and sisters!"

"Fine!" he shouted, crossing his arms as his sister tore into the penguin-covered wrapping paper concealing the box (since it was her favorite animal).

When she opened it the rest of the way, having let Emma tear off the tape at the top, all she found inside it was another box, which was also wrapped in brightly colored paper, this one with cars and trucks all over it.

"Huh?" the youngest child questioned, quizzically staring at the second box.

"Okay," Emma said, grinning. "Let Shon open this one."

"But-"

"Shon's turn," Regina cut in, gently taking the box away from the girl and handing it to her youngest son. "Go ahead, baby."

So the boy tore into it, only to find yet anotherbox inside that one.

"Okay, Sammy!" the blonde said happily. "Go for it!"

When Shon handed it to her, also looking confused, the oldest girl tore into her box, which was covered with Hello-Kitty paper, to find another box inside that one, its wrapping paper superhero themed.

"Last one, Henry!" Emma cried, bubbling over with excitement. "Tear it up, bud!"

Her wife gripped her hand, both of them sweating slightly from anticipation.

When their oldest son opened the smallest box and saw the paper brochure that was inside, he screamed.

"NO WAY!" he shouted, leaping to his feet and jumping up and down. "REALLY?!"

"Really!" Emma cried happily.

"What? What?" Sammy whined, scowling at everyone else in the room.

"WE'RE GOING TO DISNEYLAND!" Henry screamed, continuing to jump around the room, then up onto the couch.

"Hey!" Regina snapped. "No jumping on the couch!"

"WHEN, WHEN, WHEEEEEN?" he shouted, ignoring his mother.

"A little more than four months from now. May first," Emma laughed, scooping the boy into her arms, laying him down flat, and tickling his stomach.

"Mom, nooooo!" he whined through his laughter.

"Mom, yessss!" his mother cackled, continuing torture him until his eyes filled with tears.

"Emma, baby," Regina cooed. "Let him go before he pees himself."

"I don't do that anymore!" Henry shouted with a glare, sitting up.

"Alright, alright," the blonde laughed, putting her hands in the air as a gesture of submission. "But no jumping on the couch!"

The boy pouted but nodded his head, then looked under the tree at the rest of the wrapped presents surrounding it.

"More?" Shon asked, clapping his hands.

"Yep!" Emma answered with a grin. "Lots more. Not as big as the first one, but almost as awesome!"

"Now?" Keileigh squealed.

"Now, babe," Regina said, smiling at her children. "Everybody take one present and open it, okay?"

But Henry grabbed three and put them on his lap, tearing into them as quickly as possible while his siblings did the same.

MAY FIRST

Samantha cried loudly as soon as they entered the park at Disneyland, so Emma knelt down and took her hands, asking, "What's wrong, baby girl?"

"We're heeeere!" she yelled through her tears, causing her mothers to laugh.

"Yeah, honey," Regina replied, ruffling the girl's hair. "We're here."

"I wanna ride rides!" seven year-old Henry shouted, bouncing on his heels. "I wanna ride rides!"

"Breakfast first," the brunette told him. "Then rides."

"I wanna meet the princesses!" Samantha shouted.

"I wanna ride the train!" Shon added.

Then, Keileigh took her turn and yelled, "Castle! Castle!"

"We will, babies," Emma assured them. "We will. We're gonna eat, ride a ride, meet a princess, ride the train, check out the castle, eat some more, ride another ride, meet another princess, and theeeeen… ice cream!"

All four of her children squealed with glee, crying in unison, "ICE CREAM!" and in response, their parents' faces lit up brightly.

After breakfast, as promised, they picked a ride – Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters, where they got to sit in a moving cart and shoot tiny, adorable aliens with fake laser guns.

After that, as they waited in line to meet Sleeping Beauty, Sammy asked Regina, "You're still a queen, right?"

When the woman, surprised at the question, opened her mouth to respond, but couldn't come up with a response, Emma stepped in and assured her, "Of course!"

"Do they know you?!" the girl cried, jumping up and down.

"Well, honey…" the brunette started. "They, um… They haven't all met me yet, so I'm not sure if they'll recognize me or not."

Sammy just cried in response, "I bet they'll be excited to see you!"

"I'm sure they will, babe!" Emma told her.

All four children smiled as they waited in line for another long, painful twenty minutes. Keileigh only broke down crying once because she was 'too hot,' even though it was only May and the temperature was just fine. After some water, she calmed down, just before it was their turn to meet the princess.

"My, my!" the actress playing sleeping beauty cried when she saw the four children approach. "Aren't you all adorable! And… Oh, wow!" The girl stopped as soon as she saw Regina, then exclaimed, "You mustbe Snow White's stepmother! So gorgeous! It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty!"

Of course, the woman turned bright red and looked to her wife, who was unabashedly grinning from ear to ear.

"T-Thank you," Regina finally managed, smiling at the girl through the few tears that had pooled in her eyes.

Just as Emma squeezed her hand, they both watched as their youngest fell to the floor and started to cry loudly again. Before either of them could pick her up and try to calm her, the princess immediately crouched down and took the little girl's hands.

"What's wrong, darling?" she asked with a bright smile.

"You're so pretty!" Keileigh sobbed, throwing her arms around the beautiful girl's neck.

"Thank you!" the girl said, then added, "Your mom's pretty too," as she winked in Regina's direction.

Seeing this, it was Emma's turn to grow red-faced, but not out of embarrassment. Out of defensiveness and jealously. Forcing a fake smile, she wrapped her arm protectively around her exceptionally-attractive wife's waist. The young woman blushed in return and looked away from the couple. Then, she turned back to the little girl in her arms, who had promptly stopped crying (which her parents were grateful for, since the photographer was snapping numerous pictures of their entire family).

Each child took their turn to hug the princess, and just before Henry wrapped his arm around her, Emma whispered, "Remember what we practiced?"

The boy, looking nervous, flashed his mother a brave smile, then turned back to the princess and dropped to his knee, asking, "Princess Aurora, will you marry me?"

Emma burst out laughing as her wife watched in horror, completely embarrassed by her son's excessive display of affection, but the princess just gave her signature, radiant smile and kissed his cheek, saying, "Of course I will, sweetheart! But you should go with your family first and ride some rides! Don't forget to meet Mickey and Minnie, okay? I'm sure they'd love to hear all about this!"

The grin on the boy's lips was so broad it made his cheeks hurt, but even then, he couldn't stop smiling as he and the rest of his happy family walked out of the room and back outside.

"Told you guys they'd recognize your beautiful mom!" Emma announced happily as soon as they were back in the sunlight.

"That was AMAZING!" Sammy cried, clapping her hands. "She's so pretty!"

"Mommy is too!" Keileigh corrected the girl.

"Yeah!" Shon added, finally speaking after not having said a single word since they'd first been introduced to the princess, since he'd been too scared to do anything other than hug her.

"Guys, stop it," Regina groaned, covering her face with her hands as she turned bright red once again.

"Love you, mama!" Henry said with a grin as Keileigh took her mother's right hand and her wife took her left.

As they started to walk toward the castle, Emma leaned in close to her lover's ear and whispered, "She was totally fucking hitting on you."

"Emma, stop it!" Regina hissed under her breath. "She can't be older than twenty-three!"

"And you're only thirty-three!" the blonde countered. "And you are gorgeous, just like she said."

"Oh, knock it off. She wasn't hitting on me, okay?"

"She really was, babe."

"Oh, what, you're jealous of a twenty-three year-old girl now?"

"MOMS!" Keileigh yelled. "CASTLE!"

Emma went silent, ending conversation between her and her wife, as everyone looked up at the beautiful castle in front of them.

"Just wait until you guys see it all lit up!" Regina told them with a smile. "It's gonna be beautiful. And there's fireworks after it gets dark!"

"FIREWORKS!" all four of them cried, ecstatically clapping their hands as they hopped up and down.

"Yeah, babies!" Emma said, grinning at them. "Fireworks! And they're gonna be different than what your mom and I saw when we came here, cause they change them almost every year to make them even better!"

"Really?" Henry asked her.

"Really! I can't wait!"

"Me either," Regina told them, happily wrapping an arm around her wife's waist.

That night, as promised, after they rode the train around the park, they all had a Mickey Mouse ice cream bar, thankfully without any mess. When the fireworks started later that evening, Keileigh started crying, not to the couple's surprise, as she was startled by the noise. Also not to their surprise, Henry quickly dragged her haphazardly onto his lap.

"Hey, not too rough," Regina warned him, watching as he wrapped his arms protectively around his sister.

"He's fine, babe," Emma said softly, putting her hand on the small of the woman's back. "They're fine."

When the brunette nodded reluctantly, her wife smiled at her and leaned into her shoulder. It took only moments for their youngest to calm and lean back against her brother. Shon crawled into Regina's lap, leaning back against her, while Samantha pressed herself tightly against Emma's side.

By the time the fireworks show was over, their three youngest were falling asleep, and even the oldest was tired. It was no surprise that Shon and Keileigh fell asleep on the bus ride back to the hotel. Regina carried Shon, Emma carried Keileigh, and their oldest two followed them sleepily as they got into the elevator. Once they were in the family suite where they were staying, the kids were quickly put to bed before any of them could start crying from being woken up.

As Emma turned out the lights and stood beside Regina, watching her angels as they slept, she knew that - despite her having repeatedly called her wife a cockmaggot – they'd gotten their happily ever after.

A/N: That's it, guys! A spicy, sappy, happy ending. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!