As soon as Emma took the upper hand, she felt Regina's energy change, as if the woman were instinctively settling into the role Emma desired of her. This discovery, coupled with the relative success of their evening, had the Savior overcome with excited anticipation. She led the brunette up to their bedroom and closed the door behind them.

Regina lingered near the door as Emma entered further into their room, so she held out her hand to coax the older woman toward her and the bed, and after a minor hesitation, Regina complied.

"I'm uncertain as to what to expect," the Queen said in a hushed tone.

The edges of Emma's lips turned up, and she replied, "That's why we are going to go super slow, okay?" She stroked her fingers into Regina's hair then circled her, looking her over. She wanted to strip the woman down and take her over her knee. However, she knew that could be too much for their first time, and decided to leave her clothed, for the time being. She lifted the edge of Regina's tee shirt and exposed her bare bottom. With a gentle caress, she felt her wife lean back into her, encouraging the soothing touches.

"I'm going to swat your little bum now, Gina, so we can see what it feels like, okay?" She heard her wife's breath hitch when her body tensed in anticipation, but the brunette silently nodded her permission to continue. She noticed that Regina still had her panda bear and took her free hand and laced their fingers together before pulling back and smacking her wife's bare cheek.

The loud crack rang out in the room, and Regina wavered on her feet, pressing her face into Emma's chest and whispered, "Oh god, please."

"Would you like it softer than that?" Emma asked, struggling to keep her tone under control.

A fervent shake of the head told Emma that the strike was adequate, and she lifted her hand and slapped the Mayor's round cheek again. The brunette gasped and wiggled closer, and after Emma struck her ass again a few more times, she asked, "Do you like getting spanks, my little Gina?"

A shy, silent nod was her response, and Emma could barely control her happiness. She paused before she continued and looked over her wife's demeanor and noticed the silent tears and the way Regina was pressing herself into her chest, almost clinging to her and decided to take a break.

She tugged the hand she held and guided Regina to the bed, then up onto her lap after she sat down. The brunette complied but asked in a low tone, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, baby girl, I just wanted hugs and to check in with you before we move forward." Emma pulled back and wiped at her damp cheeks and kissed her forehead before reassuring, "You're such a good girl."

"Emma," the Queen gulped then broke down in the blonde's arms.

Emma panicked, assuming her wife had changed her mind about the entire thing, she soothed, "Hey, you're okay. I've got you." The calming words were whispered into the Queen's ear, and firm strokes down her back quieted her after a moment.

"I'm sorry," Regina mumbled as she hid her face in Emma's shoulder.

"Regina, we don't have to do this. If you don't like it, we can stop and never-"

"No, Emma. That isn't it. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry in such a way. It's ridiculous, and I'm sorry."

Emma relaxed, pushing aside her personal fears and focused on Regina's stressors. "This is called impact play and can unlock emotions you didn't realize you were holding onto. There is nothing to apologize for, baby."

Regina shook her head and explained, "I don't believe the spanking is what has me upset."

Emma pulled back to look over her features, then coaxed, "Oh?"

"No."

"Do you have an idea as to why then?"

"It's silly."

"Nothing that upsets you is silly, Gina. It's okay, my good little girl, tell me."

"That," Regina said, then wrapped herself around her wife tight but didn't explain further.

"What, baby?"

Regina huffed and admitted through fresh tears, "You called me your good little girl." The Queen's shoulders shrugged, and she added, "See? I told you it was silly."

"It isn't silly, Gina. If you don't like being called-"

"No, I do like it, Emma." The older woman broke down again when she admitted, "I like it a lot."

Emma's heart clenched in her chest when she realized that perhaps the affirmation of Regina's 'goodness' hadn't been something the woman had ever been given before laid out in simple terms. She hesitated to ask the Queen if the little Gina had ever been praised in such a way. Instead of opening up the apparent wound, she held her wife and reiterated, "You are my good girl. You are so brave to come up here with me and take these spankings, and I am so proud of you, Gina."

The dam broke, and Regina cried in a way Emma had never seen, and all she could do was hold her wife who was clinging to her and allow her the space to let it out. This was an unexpected turn of the evening, but Emma could tell it was a necessary step in their journey together.

So far, all Emma had ever considered was how she felt about this dynamic; how she worried about how Regina would take this kink and ultimately shame her for it. Of course, she saw things in her wife that aligned with a submissive little, but she thought that perhaps she wanted this so badly she was reading into it.

Every time Regina would act up, throw a temper tantrum, pout when she didn't get her own way, tease Emma or really anyone, find comfort in snuggles, and insist on being the little spoon, Emma saw little Gina. Every time she saw little Gina, she thought she imagined it.

But here she was open and raw, pouring her pain out in tears on Emma's shoulder.

Emma rocked her and noticed that not only Mister Bear had a place on the woman's lap, but her pinky was in her mouth. It wasn't just the tip, as Regina sometimes nibbles on when she's deep in thought, it was fully and wholly, tucked in her cheek, being sucked on. The realization hit her that little Gina trusted her enough to come out. But now that she's made herself known, Emma was at a loss as to what to do with her.

Little Gina's sudden appearance took the blonde by surprise, and she felt ill-prepared, so she simply held her and decided that she would provide comfort instead of continuing with what they'd been doing before the Queen's breakdown. They had time for other things; this was little Gina's moment. This was Gina's moment to feel safe and secure, and above all else, good.

"Emma?"

"Yes, princess," Emma absently cooed.

Regina sat up, pulling Mister Bear to her chest, ripping her fingers from her mouth, and when dark eyes bore into the Savior, she stated, "I am a Queen."

Emma looked over her wife, and although the knee jerk reaction to claim her proper title had pulled her from the little space she'd been, little Gina was still there, demanding attention. "You're too cute to be Queen right now," Emma asked knowingly. "Aren't you, good girl?"

A smile melted tight features, and Regina hid her face into Emma's neck then nodded her agreement.

"That's right. Little Gina is my cute little princess." Emma tightly hugged the woman on her lap, then asked, "Did my little princess want something?"

"Are you going to give me more spankings?"

"Tonight? No," Emma paused when she felt the disappointment melt through the brunette.

"Is it because I cried like a baby?"

"I… No," Emma denied. She didn't want to push the Queen into something she couldn't handle. In the face of Regina's acceptance, she didn't want to rush this process. She knew she'd been selfish for keeping all of these desires to herself all these weeks and wanted to do things right. Her instinct was to protect Regina. Little Gina deserved a Caregiver who put her needs first.

Gina sunk back into Emma's embrace and huffed, "Don't lie to me. I'm sorry, it was ridiculous to cry-"

Emma sat her back up and corrected, "Okay yeah, I want to stop because you got upset, but not because you were upset. I don't want to rush you or confuse the feelings you're having, and I feel like I should be protecting you right now, not hurting you."

Regina grabbed Emma's hand, pulling it toward the apex of her thighs and moaned, "You weren't hurting me, Emma."

The blonde rolled her eyes in pleasure as her fingertips slid between wet feather-soft folds. "Holy crap," Emma exclaimed.

"I want more, Emma, please?"

"Are you sure? I mean…"

Regina nuzzled against Emma's neck and cantered her hips against her hand and breathed out, "I'm positive. I need you to spank me."

Emma swallowed thickly and decided to ask for more when she said, "Daddy."

Regina slowly opened her eyes and asked, "What?"

"I need you to spank me, Daddy," Emma replied with a level of confidence she didn't all the way feel.

Regina's full lips parted, and she took a breath, pinching her features as if she was going to question the term, but then dark eyes fell to the Savior's lips, and she quietly complied with the command, "I need you to spank me, Daddy."

Emma slid her fingers into the depths of the brunette's sex and replied in a deep voice, "That's my good girl, princess."

A gasp escaped the Queen as she spread her thighs, and Emma continued as she stroked into her wife, "Do you like that, little girl?"

"God, Emma, please!" Regina moaned as she rocked her hips into the thrusting hand between her thighs.

Emma pulled her hand from Regina's sex, much to the brunette's displeasure, then swallowed back her own fingers, sucking the essence off of them. She looked over Regina and knew her hunger would soon be satisfied, but wanted her wife to be a willing participant in this play, so she whispered, "I want you to be okay with this."

Regina looked up and said, "I want you."

"I need you to really be okay, Gina."

Regina took a deep breath and pulled herself out of her desire and stated, "I am okay with calling you Daddy. Is that why you've been keeping this from me? You're embarrassed by wanting such a thing?"

Emma nodded and apologized, "I'm sorry, baby girl. I didn't know how to ask for this. I thought I could ignore it and it would go away."

"Emma." The low rumble of Regina's voice touched her deep inside. "When has that ever worked?"

The blonde rolled her eyes and said, "Never."

A soft hand cupped the Savior's chin and said, "I love you. I want to explore this side of your desire. It's a little strange using the title Daddy with you, but not for any other reason than it was what I called my father." Regina gently kissed Emma and added, "You are nothing like my father, dear. I will get over it."

Telling the brunette to call her Daddy wasn't what Emma intended. Within her fantasies, she'd been both Mommy or Daddy, depending on her mood, but hearing Regina speak the title Daddy, she knew that was the title she wanted, but if it made her wife uncomfortable, she was willing to negotiate. "Would you prefer to call me Mommy?"

"I want you to be my Daddy, Emma." A wicked satisfied smile crossed the Queen's features when she added, "I love the hungry look you get when I say it."

Emma smirked when she commanded, "Say it again."

Her wicked smile widened when she asked, "Daddy, do I have to be a bad girl to get more spankings?"

Emma's stomach dropped as the words her wife playfully spoke registered within her, and she gasped, "Holy fuck, Regina!"

With the success of her teasing, Regina played up her role, "I can be a real naughty girl for you, Daddy."

"Oh, I promise you, you won't be fond of what happens if you're a bad girl, Gina." Emma's voice was deep when she commanded, "On your feet, little miss."

Regina slowly got to her feet, and Emma could see the wanton lust in her eyes. She adjusted herself on the edge of the bed then commanded, "Now, lay over my lap."