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Hey guys, about this story.

First of all, I found the original story Yay! It's a short story titled My girl, the author is someone named Nhaima, and it can be found on literotica. Com. Now, I tried to write the beginning much like hers due to the fact that it is a fan work of her work, but, after that I'm just going to do my own thing. I'd love to hear your suggestions.

Someone said that perhaps I should make this a G!P Story. Can you all vote on that...I didn't start it off that way, but I think that would be super fun. Let me know, and check out the story, it's a really good read by a really good writer.

Also, I did try to contact the author to get permission to use her work, which may or may not work since the story was uploaded in 2003...If she say no, then I'll take it down and stop...until then...

The brunette.

Just like weeks before, the phone in her pocket buzzed. The reason was already known to her, but she took it out to look at it anyway. It was the store's alarm system informing her that the front door was opened and closed without the alarm system being deactivated. A prompt suggested the involvement of law enforcement which she quickly declined. She entered the password before placing her phone back into her blazer pocket while she watched the blonde throw items she didn't intend to pay for into her backpack. The girl was unaware of her audience and the brunette planned it keep it that way, for a while at least.

No law enforcement needed here. She'll gladly handle this herself. After that first encounter the brunette ached for the blonde to be in her presence once more. She liked this one. She was cute, she was young, she was a natural submissive and naive.

She smirked in the shadows. All of the dark, dirty thoughts that consumed her about the blonde since their last encounter becoming forefront in her mind. She'd teach the little girl a lesson tonight; one she'd never forget.

The blonde.

She shouldn't have come back. She knew as much. She'd been extra careless this time. The black sedan was parked in it's usual parking spot. And, the lights were still on. She did wait until she noticed the brunette was headed up the stairs. All she had to do now was be quiet and make it out before her presence was known. How hard could it be? The fear that she could be caught any moment now lingered in the back of her mind. She knew that if caught, she would not be shown any mercy.

Her bag was quite heavy now. So far she's stolen candy, chips, cookies, canned goods that have a pull top, lotions, soaps, deodorant, some "lunch meat" from the refrigerator section, the only thing left that she needed was drinks. She rushed to the back of the store and grabbed a couple of Gatorades, and canned soda's a few bottles of water and she was good to go. As she neared the front of the store towards the door with a heavy bag of newly acquired items, pride mixed with disappointment quickly flooded her body. Pride because she's about to be commit a successful robbery and disappointment because she's about to pull off a successful robbery and get away with it. If this was any other location she wouldn't be feeling the disappointment and she knew it.

Pulling at the entrance door she was shocked to discover that it was now locked. She heard someone clear their throat behind her and when she turned she locked eyes with those of the brunette.

A pissed off looking brunette.

Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all.

She immediately filled with regret. The look of anger and disgust directed towards her had her backing up slowly. She was followed of course. She wasn't going to get away that easily. A perfectly manicured hand reached out and grabbed her by her arm roughly, fingernails digging into skin in such a way that it broke through layers. The blonde hissed from the pain. She was jerked forward as she was marched up the stairs into the apartment directly into the bedroom then shoved onto the floor. She was given the command.

"Strip"

"Wait" She responded holding up a hand in surrender. "I'm really really so-"

She couldn't finish apologizing due to the hand that connected to the right side of her face. She brought a hand on top of the now hot skin that throbbed as she looked up into the eyes of the brunette. She felt tears burning the back of her eyes, she blinked a few times to make them go away.

"You don't speak. You do as you're told, understand?" She's questioned angrily while being pointed at.

She wondered if she should speak to answer but decided against it. Instead she nodded her head and began to do as instructed. Still in the same outfit as gifted before the blonde quickly took her top off then threw it on the floor.

"Fold them up, sit them on the chair" She was instructed firmly. She did as told before taking off her pants. Soon she stood naked with her hands by her sides not really sure what to do with them. Her eyes looked to the brunettes for only a moment before finding the floor once more. She was in big trouble.

The brunette pointed to the ground by the bed and instructed "Knell" The blonde did instantly. She wanted to apologize again but learned the lesson from the first time.

Rule number one; do as I'm told.

Her clothes, her bag, as well as the brunette woman exited the room and behind her slammed the door.

Taking a deep breath the blonde looked around the room. It looked almost as she remembered it but now there was something new. A black leather chest. She found herself wondering what was in it exactly. She wanted to go look.

So she did.

She stood up on shaky legs and looked at the still closed door. She had no idea what the brunette was doing out there, but she knew she'd better hurry up if she didn't want to get caught. The room was cold and because she had nothing on she was a bit chilly. She felt her nipples harden as she made her way over to the chest. She bent over as she opened it and her eyes widened. Inside was a whole bunch of stuff, from handcuffs to whips, and crops. On the other side was a small wardrobe. Digging around in them she noticed that most of them were dresses, some were see through night gowns, blindfolds and gags were also present.

She started to wonder why this chest was here now and not before. She didn't waste too much time pondering that question. She knew soon the brunette would be back and she'd better be where she was left. She tried to place everything back the way that it was before she rushed back to where she was supposed to be and resumed her position.

She wasn't sure but she'd say it was about 5 minutes before the brunette returned. When she did she didn't seem as upset as before, and that was relief to her.

"25 items. I counted 25 items that you stole from me"

The blonde looked down in shame. If only she could apologize.

"Not only that but, I can't even put them back due to the fact that you placed soda cans and water bottles on crushable items" She states while walking closer to the blonde. She sat down on the bed behind the blonde and pulled her hair back roughly. "Remember your last...visit? Remember what I wrote you in that letter?" She questioned. The blonde wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer or not so she stayed silent. That was the wrong thing to do because the grip became rougher. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, girl"

"I'm sorry" The blonde cried out in pain.

"Well?"

"You said that the next time you saw me that you'd be charitable, but not merciful"

"That's right, I did. You do know the meaning of that correct?"

"...yes" The blonde panted.

"It's yes Ma'am, I'm your superior"

"...yes Ma'am...I'm sorry, I'll never do it again"

"Interestingly enough, you said that the last time, and yet here we are. Again"

The blonde tried to lean her head back, maybe it'll take the tension away from her scalp. What should she say now, she was at lost for words.

"I bet if I were to let you go right now you'd come back and steal from me again"

"I wouldn't" The blonde argued. But she knew it was a lie. She'd come back. She'd always come back.

"You're going to pay this time little girl"

"I don't have any money"

"Hmmmm...I'm sure we can come up with something" The brunette smirked.

"I'll do anything"

"Damn right you will" The brunette stated. "I knew you'd come back, people like you need someone like me to keep them in line, isn't that right?"

"...yes"

The brunette sighed. "Still forgetting your manners I see" She let the blonde's hair go. "That chest over there by the wall, be a dear and fetch the riding crop for me"

The blonde whimpered.

"Now!" The brunette demanded.

As soon as the blonde stood from her spot on the floor the brunette gave her a hard smack on her behind. "Hurry up!" She demanded.

The blonde did as she was instructed. She quickly returned by the bed and handed the crop to the brunette.

"Thankyou dear" She stood from her spot as she took the riding crop. She pointed to the bed. "I want you head down ass up, then don't move until I tell you too"

"Yes Ma'am" The blonde whispered and did as instructed. She felt her core throbbing. Here she was about to get punished for something that she did and she had no other choice but to receive it. This was happening whether she wanted it to or not. A part of her didn't want this moment to end. Could she just stay here forever? Man she was so fucked up, if only the woman above her knew that she liked to be roughed up and manhandled, she'd most likely call the cops on her and that'll be the end of that. Why was she so...strange? She felt a tear run down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away.

"Oh, how cute, she cries. No crocodile tears tonight honey, When I'm done with you, you'll have something to cry about"

And then it started.

The brunette promised not to be merciful and she delivered that promise. She gave all she could with this punishment, the blonde truly deserved it, thinking that she could steal from her and get away with it. She showed no mercy. She gave extra swats if the blonde moved a muscle from where she was instructed it be and the brunette loved every minute of it. The blonde was only due 25 whips from the crop but she received a total of 32. If only she had thought to start all over again….oh well, they'll always be next time.

She was planning on enjoying the blonde days, months maybe even years to come. She found her a beautiful toy, and she planned on using her many different ways, sexual and domestic.

As promised the blonde was in tears. A sobbing mess really. Sadly the punishment had to come to an end and the brunette simply held the blonde within her arms as she gently rocked her.

"There, there, it's all over now. Your punishment is over now" She even planted a small kiss on the girl's forehead. When the sniffling stopped the girl whispered.

"I'm really sorry"

"I know dear. Why don't you go and bathe, clean up the bathroom and fix yourself something to eat before bed"

"Oka- yes Ma'am" The blonde quickly corrected.

The brunette smiled. Her little girl was learning. She admired her handy work as the blonde walked away. It was like a beautiful piece of art. She looked fondly at her crop, and couldn't wait until the next time to use it.

The blonde.

She decided to draw herself a nice hot bath. Her muscles relaxed appreciatively as the warmth soothed her. She loved it here and was happy that she was at least staying the night. She'll get a bath as well as a hot meal.

Once out she dried herself using a towel before walking back into the room still nude. She bit her lip as she approached the bed where the woman now laid reading a book.

'Damn, what do I call her?' she wondered. She didn't even know the woman's name, nor did the woman know hers.

"Um...what's your name?" The blonde questioned. The brunette looked at the girl and raised an eyebrow. "I mean...I just don't know what to call you and...I...we really haven't had the chance to introduce ourselves...I'm Emma"

The brunette smiled. "Well, Emma" She states in an playful almost mocking tone. "I'm Regina Mills, but you may call me miss...or mistress..or, yeah, let's go with mistress" She decides she likes the sound of that.

"Mistress" The blonde whispers. She can feel that she's blushing. Just calling the brunette that sends shivers down her spine. "I was just wondering if maybe I could get my clothes back...or something to sleep in"

The brunette, Regina laughs. "Dear, I gave you instructions did I not. Get back on task" She instructs dismissively, as she returns her attention back to the book she's reading. She misses the eye roll the blonde gives her before heading off but smirks as she hears the pots and pans being rummaged through in the kitchen.

The blonde, Emma walks back into the room with a fully belly. The carpet between her toes is soft and fuzzy and the atmosphere makes her feel like she's home, although she's never had one before.

The leash is placed back around her neck with the same excuse as last time.

"I'm just making sure that you don't leave in the middle of the night"

But she wouldn't do that. She would never leave the brunette unless she was asked too. She wishes she could stay tomorrow too, and as she lays down at the foot of the bed slowly drifting off to sleep, she has no idea that the brunette has no plans of letting her go anywhere.

And so it begins…

TBC.

So...

About 98 percent of you all recommended a G!P Regina story. So, it shall be.

If this offends anyone, let me know how, and I'll fix it. I don't want to be offensive at all.