Hello, lovelies! Welcome to my sequel to Belonging to the Darkness. I am so excited to write this, I have so many ideas to create this great story! First off, I'd like to thank everyone that has voted for which character you would like to be added. I'm hoping you'll all enjoy what I've decided to do with them. Secondly, I'm going to add some disclaimers…

*There will be more ageplay in this fic. You have been warned.

*There are themes of violence, dubious consent, and BDSM. Again, you have been warned.

And lastly, enjoy!

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Emma stirred in her sleep as light shone in through the curtains beside the bed, not quite awake yet no longer asleep. She rolled over and groaned into the pillow, knowing it was far too early to be awake yet falling back asleep was not an option.

Soft footsteps padded over to the bed before a hand began rubbing her back, coaxing her awake. Emma hid a smile behind a grumpy frown, knowing who had come to wish her a good morning. She broke as the hand began tickling her side.

"Okay, okay! I'm awake!" Emma giggled and opened sleepy eyes to see Regina in front of her, already dressed for the day in an electric blue dress with black ankle boots, lips stained a deep red. She was stunningly beautiful, no matter what she wore. Even more so when she wore nothing at all, Emma thought.

It had been 5 years since Regina had brought Emma to Storybrooke, and Emma still couldn't believe how lucky she was. She had a lover, a friend, and most importantly, a mommy to take care of her. Little did Emma know, Regina felt the same way. It was clearly evident, even in the town, how much the two loved each other.

"Are you ready for your first big day, Princess?" Regina greeted with a kiss on her lips.

Emma kissed her back quickly, pouting slightly. "You gotta call me Emma today, Mommy. I'm a big girl now."

"Oh that's right!" Regina feigned surprise as she played along. "Since you're a big girl today, I guess you don't need chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast."

"I'm not that big!" Emma protested.

Regina grinned and playfully swatted her bottom. "Hurry up and get dressed then."

Emma jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of denim jeans, a white tank top, and her new red leather jacket that Regina had bought her as a special gift. Today she was no longer just "Mommy's little girl". Today she was Deputy Emma Swan, ready to fight crime and be the sheriff's helper.

Regina had surprised her with the position of deputy after Emma's week-long marathon of Cops. Graham was more than happy to have help around the office, and Emma couldn't be happier to fulfill her childhood dream.

Emma would spend hours running around her foster home, pretending to arrest the other kids and "requesting backup" through her walkie-talkie when they would all gang up on her. One year for Christmas, a local police officer that she would chat with on her way to school even surprised her with a police costume, complete with a gold star for her to show off.

Now Regina was making that a reality for her. Not to say she was giving up being a little princess; cuddling with her mommy in the evenings and sleeping with her baby blanket was still something she was never going to give up. In a sense, she was taking on the role of a "grownup" for a little while.

"Emma, your breakfast is getting cold!" Regina called up the stairs. "You don't want to be late on your first day!"

With one last wistful glance at the onesies hanging up in her pink wardrobe, Emma trotted downstairs to join Regina for breakfast.

"Look at you all grown up in that fancy red jacket!" Regina teased as she pulled Emma in for a kiss.

"Thank you, Mommy." Emma blushed at the hungry way Regina was looking at her as if she was the breakfast.

"If you're a good girl today, Mommy will have something special for you tonight," Regina promised with a wink and a smile.

Emma's heart immediately skipped a beat as she sat down and began eating her pancakes. With Regina, that could mean many things. Orgasm torture? Reward room time? Or, perhaps something more intimate…

"Alright, in the car. Can't be late!" Regina handed Emma a to-go cup of hot cocoa as she cleared her breakfast plate and ushered her out the door.

As they pulled up in front of the sheriff's station, Emma bit her lip in worry. What if she couldn't handle the job? What if Graham was forced into hiring her and made her life a living hell? But most importantly… how would she handle being away from Regina for an entire day?

Normally, Regina would come home during her lunches to see Emma, sometimes bringing her with in the mornings. But now, Emma had to focus on an actual job that involved saving lives and being an actual adult. After years of simply being "Mommy's little helper", how would she cope?

Regina put her hand on Emma's knee, immediately noticing her little girl's nervousness. To be fair, she was just as nervous. She was so used to Emma being dependent on her. Now that she was branching outwards, was she still going to consider Regina her mommy?

Regina forced a smile on her face, knowing Emma needed the reassurance. "You're going to be great, Princess. I am always a phone call away, and I will meet you back here at noon for lunch. Okay?"

Emma nodded, though tears filled her eyes, causing the green color to shine even more. She thought she was ready for this, but now all she wanted was to be back home in her favorite onesie, cuddled in her mommy's arms.

"Baby…" Regina cooed and brought Emma into her arms, stroking her golden curls. "Don't be scared. Remember what we say to the bad feelings?" She nudged Emma gently. "Hmm?"

Emma sniffled. "We kick 'em all the way to the moon."

Regina booped her nose. "That's right. And hey, guess what? I've got a surprise for you before you go. But you have to close your eyes."

Emma sat up, a little smile on her face. She quickly covered her eyes with her hands, peeping through her fingers as Regina reached into a little compartment in the car.

"No peeking! Eyes closed tight," Regina playfully scolded as she noticed Emma looking. "Okay, open your eyes."

Emma took her hands away and gasped in shock and happiness as Regina held up a gold, heart-shaped locket for her to see. The back was engraved with the words "Mommy's girl" and inside was a picture of her and Regina cuddled close, Emma on Regina's lap and clutching her blanket in her fingers.

"Mary Margaret helped me with it. I wanted to wait until you started your job to give this to you so that we'll never be apart," Regina explained as she fastened it around her neck.

"I love it," Emma breathed, tears spilling down her cheeks once more, from happiness this time.

Regina smiled and wiped her tears away. "And I love you so so much. Now go on, I can't be late to the office."

Emma gave Regina one last kiss before going inside. The station was as homey as she remembered, with two wooden desks with desktop computers and two small jail cells at the far end of the room. A few filing cabinets stood on each side of the room and a metal safe in the middle. The smell of coffee and musk lingered in her nose, allowing her head to clear. She could definitely get used to this.

Graham was waiting at his desk, feet propped up with a file in hand. He looked up and smiled when he noticed her. "Think fast." The sheriff threw a white paper bag in her direction.

Emma looked inside, delighted to see Graham had brought bear claws. "Thanks. I'm really happy to be here, I'm so grateful you accepted Regina's offer."

"The pleasure was all mine, Deputy." Graham winked and gestured to the desk next to her. "That will be your desk. Usually in the mornings I catch up on paperwork, but I got it all done last night."

"Oh, okay." Emma sat at her desk, biting into her second breakfast. "So what do we do? Stakeouts? Patrolling?"

Graham threw a dart at the dartboard, narrowly missing the bullseye. "Up for a game of darts?"

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Regina sighed as she attempted to complete a financial report for Town Hall. She got no more than a few words typed before she was reaching for her phone. The screen lit up with the time and date, a picture of Emma adorably sleeping glaring up at her. Still no notifications.

She's perfectly fine, no need to worry, Regina told herself. Graham will take care of her.

But no matter how hard she tried, Regina couldn't focus. Her mind drifted back to just two weeks before, when she had given Emma a small chore list to be done by the time she arrived home. The chore was simple: pick up your toys.

Glancing around to make sure she was alone in her office, Regina slid her hand under her dress and up her thighs, just underneath her panties. She shivered as her slightly cool fingertips came into contact with her soft, shaved pussy. Her breath hitched as she began rubbing her clit in slow circles, allowing herself to get lost in the memory.

Regina had come home to the chores having been attempted, but she found Emma laying upside down on the couch, golden locks hanging on the floor as she stared at her phone. She wanted to smile, thinking how cute it was that she could never sit right on furniture, but she knew she needed to lay some ground rules.

"Emma Swan," Regina said, tapping her foot against the wood floor.

Emma looked up from her phone with a grin, only for it to vanish as she saw the look on Regina's face. She knew she was in trouble. She sat up, chewing on her bottom lip. "Yes, Mommy?"

"What did I tell you to do before I left for work this morning?"

Emma swallowed hard. "To pick up my toys."

Regina gestured to the Legos, stuffed animals, and video game covers strewn about. "And what were you doing instead?"

Emma pouted. "Talking to Red."

Regina pointed to the couch Emma was on. "Shorts off, panties too. Bend over the arm of the couch."

Emma didn't move—mostly because she was stubborn—and instead offered her phone to Regina. "Can't you just take my phone away?"

Regina crossed her arms. "Emma Marie Swan if you aren't in position by the time I get back in this room your punishment will be far worse."

Regina left the room to grab something from her room. When she returned, Emma was in position like she had told her to be. From her sniffling, it was clear that Emma was trying to play on her emotions. 5 years ago that may have worked, but now Regina knew it was simply a ploy to get out of being punished.

Regina stepped up beside her little girl, slipping her hand underneath her tank top and rubbing her back in slow circles. She moved down to caress her ass, delighting in the chance to make it bright red. It had been so long since Emma had deserved a punishment.

"5 swats this time, only because this won't be your only punishment," Regina spoke calmly, authoritative.

Emma whined when Regina brought her hand down on her ass. She'd forgotten the difference between play spankings (which were entirely sexual) as opposed to punishment spankings. Mommy knew how to make 5 swats seem as bad as 50.

A sound smack echoed in the room as Regina brought her hand down on Emma's other cheek. She absent-mindedly stroked the reddening skin, just now remembering how sensitive her baby's skin was. On the third one, Emma choked back a cry. Regina grinned. How she loved Emma's tears.

Regina bit her lip, moving her fingers faster against her clit as she imagined her baby girl's tear-streaked face, her trembling bottom lip and her wide, doe-like green eyes.

Deciding to make the 4th and 5th spankings simultaneous, Regina raised both arms above her head. She paused, reveling in the whimpers that came from Emma as she nervously anticipated when Regina was going to strike. After a moment, she brought both hands down on either side of Emma's ass.

As expected, Emma burst into tears. She howled and struggled to get up, wiggling furiously and beating her hands against the soft couch cushions in anger. Regina laid her hand firmly on Emma's back, waiting for her to calm. She knew Emma wouldn't dare try to hurt Regina, but the intense emotions she felt during these moments often made her turn on herself.

When Emma went limp beneath her and her loud sobs had become sad little sniffles, Regina released her. "Turn over onto your back, on the couch. Do not move."

Emma did as she was told silently, cheeks flushed in anger and eyes shining with moisture. The sight of it gave Regina a deep satisfaction. Even now, years later in their relationship, she was still able to make Emma feel emotion in all areas on the spectrum. And yet, Emma still crawled into her arms every night to sleep.

Regina held up a light pink bag with an orange kitty on the cover. Emma covered her face and whined at the sight. This was her most hated punishment—being forced to wear a diaper.

Regina pulled a white diaper adorned with pink teddy bears from the bag, tapping Emma's thigh in warning to do as she said. "Butt up."

"No, Mommy," Emma whined.

Regina raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. She knew Emma would fight her on this—she always did. Yet no matter how much she pleaded, Regina always won in the end. "Excuse me?"

Emma bit her lip and refused to say anything else. Again, Regina tapped her thigh. "Emma," She scolded firmly. "Unless you'd like 5 more swats, you'll do as I say."

Emma hesitated for only a second before lifting her ass, allowing Regina to slide the diaper underneath her. Regina briefly rubbed her clit as a reward, earning a soft moan of contentment.

"Do you realize why you're going back in diapers?" Regina questioned.

"Cause I didn't do what I was 'sposed to. I didn't pick up my toys," Emma answered.

Regina grabbed a pink bottle of lotion from the bag, squirting some onto her hand and pressing it against Emma's pussy, spreading it around. A slight gasp escaped Emma's mouth and she pressed her hips up toward Regina's hand.

Regina slipped two fingers inside herself, allowing her head to rest on the back of the chair as she plunged them in and out. Soft wet sounds filled the room as her fingers moved faster, drawing moisture from her soaked pussy as she spread her legs wider. The fact that Emma had this affect on her when she wasn't even around drove her insane.

Regina smacked Emma's thigh—hard. She smiled as Emma gasped in shock, admiring the pink handprint left behind on the blonde's pale skin. Emma knew better than to move as she clenched her hands tightly by her side, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling in an attempt to distract herself from her mommy's teasing.

Regina casually wiped her fingers off with a towel, forcing her expression to remain neutral once more. Over the years, she had discovered that it was more of a punishment to remain aloof and seemingly uncaring during Emma's punishment. It brought Emma's guilty conscience to the surface, making her docile and compliant.

Regina grabbed the baby powder and sprinkled some on Emma's pussy and inner thighs, spreading it around evenly. Emma bit her lip to keep from moaning, briefly catching Regina's eye. Her lower lip was jutted out in a pout, causing a stir of lust deep in Regina. She wanted nothing more than to capture those soft, pink lips in a hungry kiss, to dominate her. But for now, she needed to stay focused.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I promise I'll pick up my toys," Emma apologized, her voice quiet and innocent.

Regina's gaze flicked up from between her baby girl's legs to her face. "That's right—you will pick up your toys." She reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a bullet vibrator. Emma whined in response.

Regina rubbed Emma's clit a few times, sliding the tips of her fingers inside before gently coaxing the vibrator in. Emma's hips jerked as she turned the vibrator up cruelly high, knowing that Emma wouldn't dare come without permission.

Regina pulled the diaper snug around the blonde's hips, patting her covered pussy affectionately. She leaned over Emma, pressing a dominant kiss on her lips. Emma eagerly reciprocated, her pupils dilated from sexual desire. Just as Emma's tongue intertwined with hers, Regina put a hand on Emma's throat, firmly pushing her back down to the couch.

Emma's cheeks were flushed, tinged red from the firm hold on her throat. She forced herself to go limp beneath Regina, remembering her place. Regina let go and slid the vibrator remote in the band of her diaper.

"This is mine, and mine only. You don't touch. Do you understand? And if you even think about coming, I will spend hours forcing you to come over and over until it's painful."

Emma nodded frantically. "I understand, Mommy."

Regina offered her a predatory smile, reminding Emma that she still had a darkness in her that never quite went away. Emma squeezed her thighs together as much as she could with the bulky diaper between them before beginning to clean up her toys, her mommy's hungry gaze watching every move she made.

Back in her office, a strangled moan escaped Regina's throat as she plunged her fingers in and out of herself, finding that spot inside her that never failed to push her over the edge. The memory of Emma's punishment still fresh in her mind, she came hard, rocking her hips back and forth so hard that it hurt.

"Fuck!" Regina swore, allowing her eyes to slip closed. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, giving her skin a nice glow as if she had just run a marathon. Her hand was shaking as she removed it from her panties. She was suddenly aware that her nice leather chair was now soaked with her essence, meaning her dress was too. She wasn't going to be able to concentrate this way.

A knock on the door popped her endorphin-filled bubble, and Regina quickly used her magic to change her outfit into a maroon-colored dress that hugged her curves and showed off her sun-kissed shoulders. "Come in!" She called, pretending to shuffle through a stack of papers on her desk and hoping she didn't look as frazzled a she felt.

There was a moment of hesitation before the heavy door swung open. A young woman holding a stack of manila envelopes came into the room. Regina's mouth turned up into a slight smirk as she noticed the young beauty before her. The woman had soft, brunette hair that hung in spiral curls and flowed down her back. She wore a navy-blue sweater with a matching tie, a black pencil skirt that hugged her tiny frame, black stockings, and black high heels. But easily the most enticing thing about her were her eyes.

Piercing blue as a glacier in the arctic, wide and doe-like—they flitted about the room nervously, as if the girl was going to change her mind and run off any second. It reminded Regina of Emma, during the times where her childlike side overpowered her stubborn demeanor. An idea began forming in Regina's mind.

"Can I help you?" Regina asked with a smile, sitting up straighter in her seat.

The young woman stepped forward, gesturing to the envelopes in her hand. "Pardon me for interrupting you, Madame Mayor. I'm Belle French, your new assistant. Mr. Glass handed me these files before he left and said they were to go to you."

Regina noticed the girl had a unique accent, quite liking how her name sounded coming from her mouth. She gestured for the girl to sit, reaching a hand across the table to shake her hand. "You may call me Regina, Miss French."

From the way Belle's pupils dilated, Regina knew that the girl knew it wasn't a suggestion. She swallowed hard, shyly shaking Regina's hand and pulling away a little too soon. Regina was already making her nervous. Perfect.

"It's nice to meet you, Regina. I'll be of assistance however I can." Belle sat up straighter in the chair, her voice ringing with confidence.

Regina smiled at her. "I'll be looking forward to working with you, Beauty."

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Hello! So, this is the end of the first chapter to my sequel. Now, before anyone freaks out, this will still be a SQ-centered story. Emma is still Regina's little, and always will be. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Welcome to Controlling the Darkness, lovelies. ;)