Please

by JustSkipIt

Copyright © 2003

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Part 6
Present

Willow winced slightly as she slid into the chair at the library. She had an hour and a half between classes so she might as well check e-mail and do some work while at campus. The soreness of her bottom certainly hadn't helped her concentrate in her lecture all morning. It was accompanied by an unmistakable wetness between her legs. Every time she moved the soreness reasserted itself which in turn increased the wetness as she thought back to the cause. Since her Mistress didn't like the kitten to wear panties after a spanking she knew that her jeans were soaked.

A grin crossed the redhead's face as she thought about this morning's spanking:

Willow dressed slowly suspecting, ok hoping, that she would soon be undressing. There was no way that Tara would accept the condition she had left the bathroom in after taking the first shower. While expecting the punishment she knew her Mistress would deliver, she was trying to think of more ways to incite her lover's anger. Not that it was real anger. But Willow was trying to give the blonde a good reason to punish her. Not every day, but many days the blonde would give her a spanking before going to class or the magic box. Both girls knew that it turned the redhead on incredibly and made sure that she could do nothing all day without thinking of servicing her Mistress. Since the blonde rarely granted the kitten release after punishing her in the morning, Willow would spend the day in a state of deliciously constant and frustrated arousal.

"Oh kitten," Tara sang from the doorway of the bathroom.

Willow dropped to her knees immediately, bowing her head, and folding her hands behind the small of her back. She could see Tara's bare feet moving toward her but did not look up until she felt the cool touch of the blonde's fingertip on her chin lifting her gaze.

"What does this look like my kitten?" Tara asked as she held up the offending towel.

Willow had to consciously fight a smile as she answered penitently, "my towel Mistress?"

"And where do towels go my kitten?" Tara asked teasingly.

"On the rod Tara," Willow answered obediently, "or over a pillow." The redhead knew she was being cheeky as she referred to the necessity to put down a covering when she was getting a spanking.

Tara squatted down gracefully as she took in the sight of her lover with a predatory gaze. "I was going to give you ten for leaving the bathroom such a mess kitten," she teased, "but you seem so cocky I think I'll add on five. How does that sound?" The question of course was somewhat rhetorical. Although Willow was required to answer, her answer would have no bearing on what Tara did. … Unless the redhead was disobedient.

"Thank you Mistress Tara," Willow whispered, excited by the prospect of five extra swats.

"Stand up my kitten," Tara instructed as she moved to sit on the end of the bed. She watched as the redhead gracefully did as told moving to the side of her legs. The blonde didn't even have to give Willow instructions for the girl to pull down her jeans and bare her bottom.

Tara smiled as she inhaled the obvious scent of her kitten's arousal. She didn't have any intention of fulfilling her needs right now, except for her need for punishment and then anticipation. It had become a wonderful game between the two of them. Tara would punish her kitten in the morning and the anticipation would build throughout the day. And when she finally gave her kitten fulfillment… Oh Goddess!

Like a proper Mistress Tara patted her knees and her kitten sank down to lie across them, her bottom raised in the air. The blonde felt the wetness of her lover's center already and smiled as she though of what it would be like by the fifteenth swat. She laid her left hand across the redhead's back, not because her kitten was likely to struggle but because both women enjoyed the feeling of her control over her servant.

"Count," Tara instructed as her hand fell for the first strike, a strike that rang out with a resounding and sharp crack. As the redhead counted each contact Tara peppered her glorious bottom with blows which left an immediate red mark and then faded to a pink tint. "A good kitten would pick up her towel," she whispered as she continued the spanking.

"Yes Mistress Tara," Willow answered struggling to keep her voice down, "seven."

"Maybe you left your wet towel on the floor because you want me to use it to whip you kitten?" Tara teased. She spoke almost to keep her fingers from probing into her servant's wetness. Although the redhead disputed the suggestion with a shake of her head, Tara noted the way her body shook as she counted the blow that accompanied it, "twelve," and filed that idea away for another day.

Willow didn't mind the extra spankings at all. In fact she was grateful to receive them. She loved nothing more than to accept punishment from her Tara, nothing except serving her lover that is, but she was again having trouble keeping from coming. Only two thoughts existed in her mind: to count successfully and to resist coming. "Fifteen Mistress Tara," bellowed forth as the redhead internally thanked the goddess that she had resisted climaxing. With the final stroke she slid onto the floor and kneeled in front of the blonde.

"Please Tara," she whimpered.

Tara watched her servant closely. She knew that the girl had been close to climaxing. Leaving her like this all day would be so fun. She leaned forward to kiss her lover on the forehead. Then, as if nothing unusual had happened Tara grabbed the towel from the floor and handed it to Willow, obviously expecting the smaller girl to go hang it up, and started toward the bathroom. "Don't you need to go to class Willow?" she asked signaling that their play time was over for the morning.

Willow looked up with obvious disappointment on her face. She had wanted to serve her Mistress this morning, attempting to make it up to her for being a bad kitten. Reluctantly she stood and pulled on her pants shifting her mood. "What are you going to do today baby?" she asked as she quickly replaced the towel and returned to the bedroom.

"Dawnie has the day off since the teachers have meetings or whatever," the blonde called from the bathroom as she finished her hair. "We're going to do some shopping, maybe a movie or something. Girls day out."

Willow harrumphed: "must be nice to not have classes on Friday."

"You set up your schedule sweetie," Tara responded as she pulled on a skirt and blouse.

"Well I guess the computer and math professors like teaching on Fridays," Willow pouted, "geez: Classics. That's like reading myths." It was a conversation the girls had had many times as Willow teased Tara about her major. She understood that the major required a lot of work but it was still fun to tease the blonde.

Her hand on the doorknob Tara turned back to kiss her lover. As she hugged her she bent her mouth to her ear. "It's nice to have a day free," she whispered, "it gives me time to be creative." A nip on the redhead's ear left no doubt what she was being creative about.

Willow's little trip down memory lane did nothing to cool her arousal, which was actually one of the intended purposes of her punishments. She spent the entire day aroused and frustrated and by the time she came home she was even more eager to do whatever her Mistress required. Oh Goddess! I've got to stop thinking about this. I still have three hours of class this afternoon, she tried to tell herself.

Determined to accomplish something other than fantasizing about her incredible lover she opened her mailbox to find 23 new messages. After culling the spam, and skimming over notes from her mother, and some online research acquaintances, she was surprised when a new message popped up. yrMis-T. Ok, that's a new one, she thought as she considered deleting what would probably be spam: either an offer to enlarge her penis size, refinance her mortgage, or get Viagra online. If I increase my penis size, do still need the Viagra? Or vice-versa? she giggled.

Her eyes almost bugged out when she read the salutation of the note:

My kitten, she was thankful she hadn't deleted that without reading. The rest of the note did nothing to reduce her ardor:

Dawnie and I have had a very successful morning shopping. I'm so sorry that you are stuck in class. I'm sure that you are finding yourself very distracted. Your bottom was so gloriously red by the time I finished spanking you this morning. I could smell your pussy juices and considered plunging my hand into your wetness. I could have fucked your brains out right there on my lap. Can you imagine? Are you imagining it now? But that would have been so easy… Almost too easy…

PS. You were a bad kitten today denigrating your Mistress's major.

Willow instinctively looked around as she finished reading the note. Somehow she suspected that someone would be looking at her. Noting how her juices gushed or her clit throbbed she read the words again and again. A present? she marveled. She couldn't think of anything her Mistress could have found at a garage sale. Did people sell whips or handcuffs at garage sales? And actually her Mistress already had handcuffs… and one whip although she kept saying that they needed a variety.

What else had Tara been talking about getting? She had been teasing Willow quite a bit lately about how she wanted to spank or whip her bottom before taking her from behind. Willow didn't know whether she meant with her hand or sporting an add-on but either way it excited the redhead to no end and either way, a garage sale wouldn't help her. She could only imagine the excitement of having Tara squeezing or slapping against her bottom when it was already sore while fucking her. Oh Goddess… it was like heaven to think about and to do it… Fuck I can't believe I have to sit through a three hour class this afternoon, she thought.

The redhead couldn't think of a single thing that Tara had been thinking of getting that could be found at a garage sale. Add in the factor that she bought it with Dawn there and it was either very confusing or very distasteful to ponder.

Four very frustrating hours later Willow let herself into the house. Her bottom was almost completely recovered from her morning punishment but her arousal was far from decreased. She had spent the entire class pondering what Tara could have gotten from a garage sale and what would happen that evening with Dawn away. The chances that Buffy would actually be around were so slim that Willow didn't even seriously consider that interference. As she had sat in class she had made fantasy after fantasy about what Tara might have gotten her. Eventually they had gotten outrageous as she gave up any chance of verisimilitude and just fantasized about continuously serving her Mistress all night long.

After getting a snack and a drink she looked at the clock. It was 5:20 and Willow wanted to take a shower before Tara got home. She took the stairs quickly and opened the door to the bedroom. Her eyes immediately went to the present that stood in front of the long mirror. It might have been a piano bench or a dressing table bench in its former life. She set down her books neatly and walked over to take in the beauty of the piece. It was polished wrought iron and each leg was curved so that its form resembled a sleigh more than anything else the redhead could imagine. The bench portion was red-velvet and Willow ran her hand gently along it, reveling in the sensual texture.

There was no doubt the purpose for the piece as Willow looked down to note the blindfold lain across what she assumed was the "head" of the bench and then to the ground where clips were attached around each leg and resting on the floor. She knew that it would be her job to attach her own wrist restraints before her Mistress arrived. She didn't see a whip and didn't know if that was because Tara was worried that Buffy might come in unexpectedly before either of them arrived home or because her Mistress wanted to surprise her.

The redhead was practically bouncing as she quickly undressed before taking a shower. Her center was so wet that the soap multiplied into thick foam without even trying. She was momentarily tempted to bring herself to orgasm—it would have been so easy—but resisted. Her Mistress had been very clear that when the kitten was learning anticipation she was not allowed to come until given permission.

As she came out of the bathroom, leaving the room in perfect order this time, she glanced at the clock. 5:48—just enough time. Wearing a small silk robe she ran downstairs and prepared a snack for Tara. Crackers with cheese were complimented by a sliced apple and a glass of wine. She placed both on the table by the door, knowing that Tara would know they were for her, and dashed back up the stairs.

5:57—she was cutting it close. Willow hurriedly attached her wrist restraints and checked again that Tara had only attached two and not four clips to the bench; obviously she didn't want her legs clipped. After slipping the blindfold around her head she lay down on the bench. She clipped one wrist restraint to the clip and, unable to attach the other one-handed, ensured that her arm was in position by touching the d-ring on the restraint to the other clip.

I'm so wet… maybe I should have put down a towel…but if she wanted me to use a towel, she would have left one here… I hope it doesn't ruin the velvet…does velvet ruin…how do you clean velvet…? Her mind and heart raced as she waited for her Mistress to join her.

"Goddess," Tara intoned the second she closed the door, "you look amazing kitten."

"Thank you Tara," Willow croaked. She heard the blonde crossing the room and suspected that she was disrobing as she moved. She could hear her eating her snack.

"Thank you for the snack kitten," Tara said graciously.

"You're welcome my Mistress," Willow answered, "I only want to serve you."

She could hear the smirk in Tara's voice as she teased, "oh you will my kitten." Willow could sense her moving around the bench, circling her prey as it were. "Would you like a drink of my wine?"

"If it pleases you Tara," Willow answered. She simultaneously felt the rim of the wine glass against her lips and Tara's other hand snapping shut the clip and attaching her kitten' free restraint to the bench.

Tara continued to circle the bench. "You look so lovely my kitten," Tara purred, "delicious even." She slowly dipped two fingers into the wine before lowering them to run along her kitten's center. "Two of my favorite tastes," she teased, aware that Willow could smell the wine.

Willow was surprised to feel Tara sit down straddling her on the bench. To avoid hurting the smaller girl's back the blonde rested lightly on the Willow's bottom but leaned forward to whisper in her ear. One hand rested on her thigh to keep too much weight from the smaller girl but the other hand she wound into Willow's soft hair, noting the way the redhead whimpered as she tightened her hold and pulled her head up. She nipped at her kitten's neck before whispering in her ear: "your ass isn't red anymore."

"N-n-no my Tara," Willow whimpered. She loved anything Tara did to dominate her but having her like this, sitting on her with the redhead tied to the bench and pulling her head up was just overwhelming. She knew that if her juices were going to ruin the velvet, it was already too late for the new furniture. The blonde's weight was perfectly distributed, just to exert that she was holding the girl down and Willow could detect a strange sensation touching her back. Could be??? she had to rein in her thoughts.

Still holding her kitten's hair at the nape of her neck, Tara nipped along the other side of the girl's skin. "You were very disrespectful this morning my kitten," she teased as she stood up from the bench. Her hand never left the smaller girl's skin as it brushed over her back and bottom. "Did you come today my kitten?" she asked. She knew that the girl hadn't but she asked nonetheless.

"No my Mistress," Willow answered obediently. She was surprised to feel her Mistress's hands cupping her small hips and gently lifting and pulling them so that only her stomach and chest rested on the bench while her center hung off the end of the bench. The blonde quickly tapped her feet against her servant's knees to spread her. Then the blonde was gone and she couldn't tell where she was.

Willow's sharp intake of breath as she heard Tara's next words—"I'm going to give you a reward my kitten"—indicated that she knew where the blonde had positioned herself. Her Mistress's words were breathed directly onto the kitten's wet center and Willow knew that Tara was lying under the bench, about to take her into her mouth.

The blonde tipped her chin up to lightly nip at her lover's outer lips. Willow was drenched and dripping and Tara took the opportunity to savor her delicious essence. She darted her tongue out to trace along her lover's lips, capturing the wetness in her mouth and moaning. "My love," she whispered, "I want us to really enjoy this present so I am going to give you release so you will be more relaxed." Just before contacting her lover's dripping center Tara teased, "you can show me your gratitude later…"

Before Willow could even answer, "thank you my Mistress," she felt Tara's mouth on her center. She was devouring her, her tongue swiping over and over along the redhead's lips, her teeth teasing at her clit and her fingers now dancing over her opening. The redhead was whimpering and moaning as she felt her lover bringing her closer and closer to her release. And with no need to wait for Tara's command she climaxed as the blonde's teeth again grasped her most sensitive spot. "Oh Goddess!" she screamed as Tara accompanied her lover's climax by thrusting two and then three fingers into her wet opening.

As Willow climaxed Tara continued licking and sucking her center while she thrust her fingers into the redhead. She was moaning and she thrashed against the bench and Tara already knew what a wise purchase it had been. Her second climax brought her arching up from the bench, carrying Tara's fingers and mouth with her as the blonde moved with her to extend her lover's peak for as long as possible. As her shaking stopped Tara placed soft kisses on her lover's center before rolling out from under her body.

Willow felt her Mistress leaving her center and believed that the girl was standing. Tara's fingers softly came into her mouth and the redhead gratefully cleaned her own essence from them before crying, "thank you Tara. Thank you."

Again the blonde teased her servant: "you can show me that gratitude later my kitten." She again grasped the smaller girl's slight hips in her hands and guided her forward onto the bench so that it fully supported her weight. After offering and giving her lover another drink of wine and one of water, she began to caress her ass.

"This morning your ass was so nice and red," Tara commented as she watched the skin she was referring to, "and that was just me using my hand." She left the suggestion hanging while her kitten considered the implications for her statement.

Willow heard her Mistress's taunt and recognized the familiar sensation of frayed leather replacing the blonde's hand on her ass. She smiled subtly thinking of the way her lover would surely whip her for her disrespect this morning. And then she was going to let the kitten thank her… It was almost too much to hope for. Then the sensation of the whip was gone and she knew that Tara was drawing back her arm for the first strike. It was a strike that she knew would be light since Tara always varied her location and intensity but worked up to the most biting strikes. She attempted to breathe normally as she waited for the contact that never happened.

Tara watched her kitten expectantly. The smile on the kitten's face as she draped the whip over her ass hadn't gone unnoticed. She didn't know whether the girl was more excited by the prospect of her punishment or by the idea of serving her Mistress but either way she was looking forward to it. Tara smiled herself as she thought of the little surprise, ok surprises, she had planned for her lover tonight. "I wanted to make a stop on the way home from dropping Dawnie off," she explained as she opened the closet and pulled out the prop for her first surprise. The second was already in place and she had to fight a giggle every time she caught a sight of herself in the mirror.

"…but it was too late." She left that thought hanging for just a second before explaining, "so I decided to use something we had here." As she spoke she doubled over the leather belt she had gotten from the closet, punctuating the final word by snapping it together so that the leather cracked throughout the room.

Before Willow could register her shock at the sound of Tara obviously wielding a belt to whip her with, that belt came screaming against her backside. The redhead whimpered in shock more than pain as she felt the initial burn of the contact and then the feeling of the blood rushing back to her skin. "One," she barely remembered to count out.

Tara watched her lover with fascination. One sign from Willow that she couldn't handle this punishment and she wouldn't even have had to think of safewording; Tara would have stopped the scene for her and immediately attempted to soothe her. The redhead whimpered as she felt the leather cut against her flesh but gave no indication that it was too much. Emboldened Tara drew back her arm again to lay a similar stripe on the other side of her adorable ass. This time she appreciated the symmetry of the strike and the pattern that was starting to form on her lover. Goddess, who would have thought this would turn me on so much?

Tara had learned that usually when she was turned on by the thought of dominating her lover, it was best to share it with her. "Oh kitten," she whispered before laying another strike almost exactly over the second one, "you should see how wonderful you look."

"Three," Willow groaned, "thank you Tara."

"Oh yes, your ass has these criss-crossed lines turning white first and then red as the blood rushes back in…"

"Oh Goddess, four!"

"You are the most sexy thing I have ever seen…"

"Five…"

"Half-way done my love… ok more than half-way now…"

"Six!"

"Seven," Willow whimpered.

Willow knew that her lover was testing her when the next strike came much harder than the ones before it. When you added that to the fact that her ass was already sore and nearly raw from her punishment, this was the most intense strike by far. "Eight!" She admired even more Tara's choice of the bench as she arched away from it involuntarily. Her clips were attached not only around the legs but around the support-bar that ran between the two legs so that she couldn't rise up more than a few inches.

Tara snaked her free hand into her lover's hair before pulling her head up a little to whisper in her ear. "I want you to see me my lover," she announced as she simultaneously pulled off the girl's blindfold and applied her next-to-last blow. Willow's eyes shot open as she took saw a mirror image of herself tied to the bench as Tara brought the leather belt down on her ass.

"Nine Tara!"

Tara saw Willow's eyes wildly taking in the scene in the mirror. "Last one," Tara taunted, "then I'm going to fuck you slapping against your tender ass." The belt made contact on the word ass.

Willow screamed out her final count, "Ten Mistress Tara!" She would have come just from the punishment if she had been allowed to. She was surprised as Tara bent to softly kiss her on the lips before whispering, "I love you."

"I love you too Tara," Willow whimpered as she again felt the blonde pulling her hips backward so that her center was free of the bench. Her stomach rested near the end of the bench and she could feel the amazingly wet material where she had soaked it during her punishment.

Tara kneeled behind the smaller girl so that both of them could see themselves in the full-length mirror. One hand stroked her lover's center as she kneaded the wetness and ran her fingertip around her swollen clit while the other wound in the redhead's hair. Pulling the girl's head up she placed the head of her dildo at Willow's entrance and told her, "this way we can watch while I fuck you." On the word fuck she slid slowly into the smaller girl's opening and heard her whimper.

Gently Tara placed both her hands on the redhead's hips. "Oh baby," she whispered, "your ass is so red." She began to slide in and out of her lover's opening, guiding the girl against her. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes Mistress," the kitten obediently moaned. Willow felt enraptured by the sensations. The dildo Tara was using was filling her so well and each slow thrust brought the girl against Willow's sore ass.

"Does it hurt more when I do this?" Tara asked as she began thrusting more quickly, slapping her stomach against the girl's red bottom.

"Oh Goddess!" Willow shouted, "yes Mistress."

"It's hot on my stomach kitten," Tara described the sensation of slapping against her lover's raw ass while Willow could do nothing but moan in response. Each stroke ground the base of the dildo into Tara's dripping wet clit. The harder she thrust or pulled the smaller girl to her, the better it felt. She knew that the smaller girl was absolutely in heaven.

Willow whimpered as her lover pounded into her while slapping against her sore ass. It was a struggle to keep from coming but she knew she couldn't come until her Mistress said. When she felt the blonde bending over her to press her upper body onto her back she again groaned. "This is giving me more ideas kitten," Tara teased as she thrust harder and harder into her servant.

"Y-y-yes Mistress," Willow barely managed to answer.

"Like tying your ankles while I fuck you like this…," Tara led, "…or slapping you ass even thought it's so nice and red already…" "I bet you really want to come don't you kitten?"

"Not…until…my…Mistress…," Willow managed to groan.

"Good girl," Tara complimented the redhead as she reached around to touch her kitten's swollen clit. She was aroused beyond belief by how wet and open the girl was and the continued friction of the base of the dildo pressing against her clit was about to drive her over the edge. On the next stroke, she bottomed out and her climax shook her entire body. "Now kitten, now," she ordered with a moan and felt the smaller girl's climax beginning too. With both girls shaking and quivering their climaxes instigated further climaxes.

When their bodies stilled Tara gently pulled out of her lover's body, unclipped her from the bench and lovingly led her to the bed. After quickly stripping off the harness and tossing it to the side she crawled up onto the bed to enfold her lover in her arms, kissing her face and neck gently. "Do you have any idea how much I love you Willow?" she asked.

"Oh Goddess yes," Willow answered happily.

Tara reached over for the water offering the smaller girl a drink first before taking one herself. As she did she trailed her hands lovingly over every inch of the redhead's body, enjoying the quivering jolts with every touch. "Did you like?"

Willow rolled over telling her lover, "Oh yes I'm going to show you just how much." Before Tara could say a word Willow had slid down the bed and nestled her mouth between her lover's legs, beginning her night's goal of showing Tara her appreciation.

Part 7
Winner's Choice

Willow and Tara walked down the alley toward the Bronze quickly. Both girls were of course aware of the danger of going anywhere in Sunnydale although their powers kept them from being too afraid of the run-of-the-mill creatures of the night. They could see Spike just ahead and knew that a scream from either of them would bring the bleached vampire running if they needed assistance. Tara glanced at her watch again realizing that the entire gang would probably be waiting for them. Oh well, that's what happens when the kitten stages a little snit, she giggled to herself.

"What's so funny Tara?" Willow asked as she saw Xander standing in the doorway obviously looking for them.

"I was just thinking of you making us late," Tara teased as they reached their friend and gave him a hug.

"Could Willow not decide which shoes to wear again?" Xander joked.

Knowing that she was safe for a while Willow answered, "it was actually Tara's fault we were late. She had something she decided needed done at the last minute." She mock-whispered, "women…you know," to Xander who laughed at the thought.

"Well," Tara interrupted, "you know how some things can be. You just have to try and get a good grip on them before they get out of hand. You don't want some slippery situation lasting all night." Willow blushed at her lover's description of their reason for lateitude and Xander nodded his head pretending that he knew what they were talking about but really having absolutely no idea.

Hand in hand the two girls walked over to the table that Anya and Buffy had staked out. They were surprised to see Dawn with them. "Hey Dawnie," Willow greeted the teenager, "boozing it up with us old folks tonight, huh?"

"Like I drink," Dawn scoffed. "Buffy said I could come out to dance with everyone tonight."

"And then Spike or I will walk her home by 11:00," Buffy explained pointedly.

"Well hey," Willow answered, "that still gives you a few hours to dance."

"I am payday man," Xander announced proudly, "who wants to do some damage to my wallet?" Everyone gave their orders and he left for the bar to get the drinks while Dawn went with him to help carry.

As there was only one stool left, Tara sat and Willow stood right next to her, her hand resting lightly on the blonde's knee. Without even thinking about it she was stroking and petting her lover in a very "acceptable in public way." After a few minutes the music picked up and Xander came back getting Anya to dance with him. Tara and Willow stood to dance but when Buffy asked Dawn to come dance the teenager again scoffed, "like I'm going to dance with my sister. How gay is that?" She looked at the witches before explaining, "I don't mean how gay is that although, ok, pretty gay since she's my sister and a girl. But how incest is that?"

"We've got it Dawnie," Tara answered, "come dance with me and Willow and Buffy can dance." They joined the others on the dance floor and began enjoying the evening, the music, and the chance to relax. When the music changed everyone switched partners and pretty soon they weren't really dancing with partners anymore; everyone was just dancing in group. After a while Spike tapped Dawn on the shoulder and he and she left the bar promising to head straight home.

When Anya left the dance floor announcing that she "needed to pee," the others stayed and Tara smirked to herself as she got an idea. Announcing that she and Willow "needed to pee too" she pulled the redhead from the floor and toward the bathroom.

"I don't need to pee Tara," Willow protested frustrated that the blonde was pulling her away from the dance floor.

"No," Tara agreed, "but you need to go to the bathroom with your Mistress my kitten."

Willow stopped suddenly and got a devilish glint in her eye. "Do you want me to assume the position right here, Mistress?" she teased.

Tara leaned forward to nip at her lover's ear. "You wish," she whispered. As she felt the redhead shiver she decided to delay their visit to the bathroom. Taking a step forward and forcing the smaller girl to take one back so that she was against the hallway wall she pressed her body up against Willow's. "Would you like that kitten?"

"If it pleases you my Tara," Willow answered. Her tone of voice was impenetrable. It was hard to distinguish whether she was affecting perfect obedience or being a perfect smart-ass.

"I think you would like that," Tara told the girl as she raised her hands above her head and held them to the wall. "The night that I took you out and showed you off to that restaurant, you were so turned on." She nipped at the girl's ear eliciting a low moan. "You know you would love to be my obedient little servant in front of an audience."

Again the redhead merely answered, "anything that pleases you Mistress."

"I have a game to play tonight my kitten," Tara began explaining.

"I love your games Tara," Willow answered. She was excited beyond belief. Tara was holding her against the wall and the way she had the girl's hands over her head, anyone who came by would know something was going on. Her bottom was pressed to the rough plaster with only the thin material of her skirt and the nubs were pressing into her already tender skin. She could feel her juices dripping from her center.

Willow knew that Tara was thinking the same thing she was when the blonde explained, "I'm going to release one of your hands. I want to taste you now kitten." The redhead wasted no time stroking her fingers through her wetness and holding them out for the blonde to lick. She was surprised when the blonde asked her, "who frustrated you more in high school, Buffy or Xander?"

"What?" Willow asked completely confused by the question.

"That's what Mistress," Tara corrected, "how many strokes is that?"

"Ten Mistress," Willow obediently answered. Goddess this is going to be a great night!

"Now back to my question: who frustrated you more in high school, Buffy or Xander?"

"Ummm, Xander I guess," Willow answered.

"You get Xander," Tara explained, "I get Buffy. Whoever's partner has to excuse themselves from the dance floor first gets a reward."

Willow smiled as she thought about what she thought was a sure-thing. "What's the reward Mistress?"

Tara smiled evilly: "winner's choice."

"Oh Goddess," Willow moaned, "at this point I think Xander may win."

Tara smiled as she saw Anya emerging from the bathroom. "Go ahead kitten," she whispered as she turned to Anya. "Hey Anya," she greeted the ex- demon, "I was just going to get some drinks. Can you help?" Anya agreed and they returned with their hands full, finding an empty table by the dance floor. Tara set down her drinks and looked out to where Willow, Buffy, and Xander were dancing in a loose circle. "This is such a great table," she hinted.

"Why don't you go dance then?" Anya took the hint, "I'll hold the table."

"Well, if you don't mind," Tara agreed attempting not to smirk.

As she reached the group dancing she winked at Willow who asked, "what's up with Anya?"

"She's going to sit this one out and hold the table," Tara explained.

"Oh well," Willow philosophized, "her loss is my gain." She Xander by the hand and pulled him deeper onto the floor. "You can be my personal stud."

"I thought Tara was your stud?" Xander asked confused about Willow's teasing tone.

Fuck this is going to be even easier than I thought the redhead thought as she began dancing slowly and sensually. She ran her hands slowly through her hair as she explained, "well she is definitely my stud but you know how it is. Sometimes you need to sample the other horses."

Xander gulped as he continued his shuffling movements. He was shocked at the way the redhead was flirting with him and attempted to convince himself that he was imagining it. But he couldn't be imagining the way she was moving. She was rubbing her hands all over her body, touching her hair and face, stroking her stomach, cupping her breasts, and toying with the hem of her skirt all the while staring at him like he was the last chocolate bar on the space station.

In the meantime Tara set her sights on Buffy. The blonde witch had a pretty good idea what was going on between the slayer and Spike. Much as she didn't like it, she believed that the slayer was doing it because she needed affection if not love. Gently Tara took Buffy's hand and began dancing. She was glad when the music slowed and she never missed a beat pulling the smaller girl close.

Buffy was shocked when Tara pulled her close and began dancing with her, their breasts pressed together. She had never danced with another woman like this. Faith and she used to come dancing to blow off their slaying energy but that was always frenetic and sexy dancing, never sensual and close. She could feel the softness of the witch's body and her arms wrapped around her felt strangely comforting. She almost imagined that she could feel the blonde's breath caressing her neck or ear but that couldn't be. Willow was right here. It's not like Tara would be making a pass at her with her lover around? The slayer swallowed uncomfortably as she tried to take in the confusing input. Ok, bad-temper- powerful-witch girlfriend right over there. Not wanting to see those black-eyes focused on me, like ever. … Brick walls. Ice cubes. … No not ice cubes. Ummm rotten food. Yeah rotten food. Yuck.

Her intentionally distracting self-talk worked great, or so she tried to tell herself, until Tara spoke. "I think they're having a good time," Tara whispered as she indicated Willow and Xander with her hand. Buffy couldn't help but watch her two best friends dancing. Willow was pressed sensually to Xander and the high- school friends were both facing the two blondes. Willow's hands were wrapped around the construction worker's neck and her head was leaning back on his shoulder. As both blondes watched the red head briefly removed her hands to take his, hands which were hanging uselessly to his sides, and place them firmly on her hips squeezing them slightly to convince the young man to hold her tight. As soon as he had complied she returned her hands to his neck and began gyrating her hips and bottom against her pelvis.

Good moves kitten, Tara thought as she watched her lover. She couldn't believe how turned on she was getting thinking about what her kitten would do for her. She knew that Willow didn't want to sleep with Xander but it was fun to see her torment the boy who had been the subject of her fantasies for so long and she enjoyed knowing that the girl was doing it all on her instruction.

Or maybe I need to worry about Tara killing Xander, Buffy thought confused about how the entire evening was playing out. Knowing that she was hitting below the belt but also able to see the tension in Xander's face Tara explained, "she just loves being held like that…so tight…so safe…" As she spoke the blonde witch moved her hands down to Buffy's hips to hold her in just that way, digging her fingers in only slightly. "Like this," she whispered, "but I'd do it much harder with her." When the slayer whimpered quietly she knew she had her and added, "she likes that."

Willow could feel Xander's erection pressing against her ass. The man was moaning and saying her name and it occurred to her that perhaps Tara had the easier part of the bet since Xander was probably too embarrassed to leave the dance floor. Somewhat desperate the redhead turned suddenly so that she was facing her dancing partner. Hoping to end the game immediately she whispered, "sorry I had to turn around. It's just that my ass is still tender from the spanking Tara gave me before we came and your hard-on was rubbing it." She felt the part of his anatomy in question jump a little at her explanation and added, "I swear you can feel anything through the thin material of this skirt."

"Holy fuck," Xander muttered before making a sound as if he were choking on his tongue. "Hey," he suddenly announced, his voice sounding oddly high, "it looks like Buffy is going to patrol maybe we should go get a drink."

Willow turned around disappointed as she saw Tara standing at the edge of the dance floor with Anya watching the remaining couple dancing.

"You know it's a good thing you two are lesbians," Anya pointed out, "or I'd be very jealous of the way your girlfriend is flirting with my fiancé."

Tara answered sincerely, "yes, it's a good thing." She watched the two high- school friends walking toward them, Xander walking very uncomfortably. "Are you ok Xander?" she teased. "Yeah," he answered, "I might have pulled something dancing."

"Maybe everyone should make an early night of it," Willow suggested, "Anya could take a look at that injury and we can go home too." Tara smiled at her as she wrapped her fingers around her lover in much the same position that Xander had used. "Speaking of early nights, where did Buffy go?" Willow asked.

"Oh she said she needed to patrol," Tara explained grinning at her lover, "I think she was getting hot dancing."

"It was hot," Xander squeaked. "Do you two want a ride?" he added.

"Sure," Tara agreed, "the sooner we get home the better."

"I bet," he muttered as all four friends exited the bar. Ten minutes later the two witches were at home. Tara checked on Dawn while Willow went to get ready for her lover.

Tara reentered the room to see her kitten as usual naked kneeling at the foot of the bed. Her hands were folded behind her back and her eyes were on the floor. The blonde was overwhelmed with her love for the girl as she watched her a minute before crossing to stand in front of her. "I love you my kitten," she whispered.

Willow answered immediately, "oh I love so much my Tara." She did not see the hand her lover held out but did begin to notice the sounds of Enigma filling the room. Apparently the blonde had started a CD after entering.

"Dance with me my love," the blonde whispered.

Willow looked up to grasp her lover's hand rising gracefully to her feet. "Am I your kitten?" she asked showing her confusion.

"Always," Tara smiled as she began to sway seductively, "but dance with me Willow."

The redhead moved closer to rub her naked body against Tara's as the two began to move erotically against each other. Wrapping her arms around Tara's neck she began nibbling on the blonde's neck. Tara moaned loudly as she gripped Willow's hips in her clasp. "May I undress you Tara?" Willow asked without lessening her assault on the blonde's neck.

"Oh yes," Tara moaned. She could smell Willow's arousal and knew that hers was equal. The game at the club had turned her on more than she expected and she wasn't sure it that was dancing and teasing Buffy or watching her kitten performing with Xander.

As the redhead lowered her hands to deftly begin unbuttoning Tara's shirt she felt the blonde's mouth begin to claim her neck. She was placing soft kisses all over the redhead's skin as her hands began to roam over her body, stroking her back, ass, thighs, stomach, and breasts. By the time the blonde's shirt and bra were off Willow was moaning from the way Tara was fondling her.

She was shocked as the blonde kissed her lips and stepped backward, stripping the rest of her clothes before again capturing the smaller girl's body in her hands. Tara's mouth immediately reasserted its assault on Willow's body as she wrapped an arm around the small of her back and softly pulled one nipple into her mouth. Both bodies continued to move erotically to the sounds of the music filling the room. As Tara sucked and nipped at the first nipple, her hand caressed, twisted, and pinched the other until she switched her attention to the second nipple. "Oh God Tara," Willow moaned as she felt her knees weakening and giggled at a thought that crossed her mind.

"What's so funny kitten?" Tara asked playfully as she smoothly moved behind the smaller girl, pressing her pelvis against Willow's tight ass and grasping her hips in her fingers, much like she had danced with Buffy.

Willow giggled again and pressed her body back into the strong one behind her as she explained, "my knees felt weak from what you were doing and I was thinking that I have spent so much time on my knees lately that I'm not used to having to stand," still not sure the state of their play she tacked on, "my Mistress."

Tara laughed also at the thought as she resumed kissing and nipping at the redhead's neck. "I enjoyed watching you dancing with Xander tonight kitten," she purred. As she spoke her hands roamed from grasping Willow's hips to pull her body close to cupping her breasts in her seeking hands.

Willow merely moaned in response to Tara's statement. "Tell me about what you did to him," Tara prompted.

Willow smiled as she whispered, "let me show you my Mistress." She took a step back and began dancing as she had in front of the construction worker, stroking and caressing her body with her hands while fixing Tara with a piercing gaze. It reminded the blonde of the time Willow had danced for her at the club before coming home for their first night of intense play. As she danced Willow watched her lover's body, noting the blush of her nipples and the way they were so hard even without any contact. She could see the glint of Tara's arousal on the trimmed hair between her legs.

"Then I came closer," the redhead whispered turning to press her back against her lover's front. She reached up wrapping her fingers around the blonde's neck as she had with Xander, knowing that her nipples were extremely hard. "I know he was surprised and was concentrating on my breasts and the way I was pressing my ass into his front."

"Yes I saw that," Tara purred, "he looked very uncomfortable."

Willow reached up with her hands to take the blonde's hands and place them on her hips, squeezing the fingers to clasp her forcefully. "Then I put his fingers on my hips like this and got him to squeeze them," she narrated. "But he didn't do it as hard as I like," she hinted.

Tara was already tightening her grip on her kitten before Willow added the last statement. She bent her head to nip at the girl's tender neck as she whispered, "I saw you do that. I was telling Buffy about it too, about how much you like being held like that. And I was holding her hips the same way. But I told her you like it so much harder."

"Oh Goddess," Willow groaned as she felt Tara's teeth digging into her flesh," I do my Mistress."

"But you know what got her?" Tara asked.

"No Tara, what?"

"I told her that I was surprised you were pressing your ass into him so hard since I had given you a good spanking before we came out," Tara explained.

"You didn't my Mistress," Willow questioned.

"Of course I did," Tara answered, "don't you want everyone to know how you serve me?" With the word serve she raised her hands from the redhead's hips to grasp her nipples in her fingertips and begin to twist and pinch them.

Willow whimpered. "Oh Goddess yes Tara," she agreed. "I told Xander too." She was having trouble speaking but explained, "I told him that his hard-on was just too hard against my ass which was still tender from the spanking you had given me."

"Don't forget that I owe you some punishment too," Tara whispered as she gave each nipple a particularly hard twist.

"Yes my Mistress," Willow agreed eagerly, "ten strokes."

"Too bad they don't all know that," Tara teased and was pleased to hear her kitten moan in response. She backed up two steps to the bed and sat at the edge. "You know what I want kitten," she commanded and was overjoyed as Willow dropped to her knees.

As the redhead's mouth met her lover's center she began licking and sucking with abandon. "Mmm," Tara purred, "ten strokes. Yes kitten like that."

"Maybe with the belt again. I liked that. Your ass got so marked and then when I fucked you with the strap-on it was so hot." Willow loved the way her lover talked to her when she was serving the girl. Her clit throbbed and she knew that the blonde would keep her waiting before giving her a mind-blowing release. And the better she served her Mistress, the better her reward would be. It was like karma.

"Maybe you want someone else to watch when I give you those strokes," Tara suggested. She felt Willow's tongue freeze for only a second before the girl pulled away just long enough to answer, "if it pleased you Tara."

"Do you think it would please me? Whipping you to show you are mine and then fucking you?" Tara was having a hard time carrying on her teasing commentary. Her kitten was doing the most amazing things with her mouth and the blonde was on the edge of coming. As her climax broke she whimpered, "while everyone watched?"

Willow continued her avid licking at her lover bucked against her mouth. She considered slipping her fingers inside the girl but decided that if her Mistress wanted that, she would say so. When Tara's body had slowed somewhat the redhead made long soft strokes with her tongue to clean her lover's lips of their abundant juices. Satisfied she leaned back onto her knees again and looked up at her Mistress with absolute adoration in her eyes.

"I love you Willow," Tara whispered as she leaned over to kiss her kitten softly and then licked around her mouth to capture some of her own taste. It was something that never failed to make both girls crazy when one of them licked the other's taste from her mouth. This time was no exception and Willow whimpered at the attention. Tara grasped the smaller girl's nipples in her hands again as she told her, "I was going to wait and give you your punishment another day but I just got a great idea. Would you like your punishment today my kitten?" As she spoke she tightened her grip until Willow's hard nubs were nearly white in her fingertips.

"Oh please Tara," Willow begged.

Tara smiled at her lover and the way she was so eager for her punishment. "On the bench," she ordered before standing to get the supplies for their scene from the closet. She turned to find the girl draped helplessly over the bench that had been bought for just that purpose. Her ass looked just delectable and Tara giggled as she thought of some toys she hadn't broken out yet. Number eleven would certainly be making an appearance sometime soon. Gathering her props she walked slowly across the floor. Wanting her kitten to savor the anticipation she first blindfolded the girl pointing out unnecessarily, "so you can't see what I'm doing kitten."

As soon as she had done that, she handed the girl her wrist restraints with clips on each d-ring. "Put these on kitten," she ordered. Willow quickly complied; she loved this aspect of their game: that she was always responsible for restraining herself as much as possible for her lover. It was just another sign of how she was submitting herself fully and freely to Tara's control.

The blonde watched with increasing arousal. She loved the way Willow submitted herself to her Mistress. Of course the blonde had to reach down and attach the second clip to the bench but it gave her a chance to kiss her lover's lips and nip at her neck. As she stood she grasped Willow's hair close to the nape of her neck, pulling her head up. "I'm going to use the belt again because I love the way it marks your skin kitten," she explained.

"Thank you Tara," Willow moaned. She loved the way her lover played with her and punished her. As their game progressed she was becoming more and more creative in inciting her punishments. Of course "forgetting" to address her lover correctly was always a good way to be blessed with a spanking or better yet, a whipping. Maybe Tara would whip her and then fuck her from behind again so she could feel the marks on her ass while she was coming.

As if their minds were linked as well as their souls Tara leaned over to whisper in her lover's ear, "I bet you're hoping I'll fuck you from behind after I finish marking your ass as mine aren't you?"

Willow wondered only for a second how her lover knew what she was thinking as she moaned, "yes Mistress it felt so wonderful."

Tara smirked as she let the first mark fly: "it was wonderful kitten." She paused to hear Willow count the strike before continuing, "but I've got another idea."

"Two!"

"Don't worry though," Tara teased, "it will make good use of your tender ass."

"Three! Four. Thank you Tara," Willow whimpered.

"And it will be a new experience…"

"Five."

"For both of us," the blonde continued cryptically.

"Six and Seven Tara," Willow hollered. She was surprised as a moment later she felt the soft sensation of Tara's tongue tracing the most recent mark on her ass. The contrasting softness of her lover's mouth and hot pain of the mark were juxtaposed forever in her mind as she arched off the bench in a combination of pleasure and pain.

"Hot," Tara whispered even as she pulled away to leave another mark on her kitten's hot bottom. Her own center was dripping in spite of the amazing climax she had experienced only minutes earlier and she could hardly wait to feel her lover inside her.

"Nine," Willow groaned.

When they left the bar, Tara had been going to make her "winners choice" a nice night of loving like equals with her kitten and she making gentle love. But their dancing and demonstrating had moved them away from that goal and now here she stood, placing a final stripe across her lover's smooth bottom while her juices trickled down her thighs.

"Ten. Thank you Mistress," Willow announced clearly as she waited for her reward for accepting her punishment so well. That was something that many people probably would never understand about their relationship: Willow loved serving her lover. She loved submitting to her control fully and accepting, even welcoming her punishments. And then Tara was always so willing to reward her kitten. No matter what Willow had endured, how long she was made to wait, the release was always so much greater than the eternity of waiting. Her lover never failed to cosset her and let her know how much she was loved.

Given how much they had both enjoyed playing with this bench last week, Willow was surprised to feel her lover unclipping her from the bench and even removing her restraints. Again she felt the blonde's soft lips and tongue as she traced each hot stripe on the smaller girl's body. "Stand up my kitten," Tara ordered quietly.

Willow immediately stood from her position on the bench and was surprised at how unsteady she seemed on her feet. Her bottom was burning up and it was just making her sopping wet center and engorged clit throb more and more. As Tara took the girl's hands and began gently leading her across the room the redhead whimpered slightly. The tension in her clit was so great that just the mere action of taking steps was frustrating. "Are you ok my love?" Tara immediately checked.

"My … my clit," Willow attempted to explain. She didn't want her lover to stop their play but she knew that if she didn't explain her whimper the girl would do just that. "I'm just so turned on by you Tara," she explained as she felt the back of her legs make contact with the armchair in the corner of the room.

Tara smiled at her lover's answer. She had been about to stop their play if the girl was hurt and was of course tempted to take her into her mouth to release the tension but she suspected that it would be taken care of soon enough. As the girl stood in front of the chair Tara bent down on her knees and took Willow's left foot in her hand. "Lift," she ordered repeating the process with the redhead's right foot.

Willow followed Tara's orders although she was confused about what was happening. The blonde was apparently kneeling in front of her and Willow could feel a very slight weight around her ankles, like a piece of clothing. Maybe she was going to tie her ankles? She gasped in understanding a moment later when she felt Tara stand, pulling the straps with her and it would have been enough to incite her climax if she wasn't submitted to her Mistress at the time. Tara didn't seem to mind teasing her kitten further as she tightened the harness and secured the base of the dildo against Willow's swollen clit, eliciting another moan from the smaller girl.

Tara observed her kitten's understanding dawn on her like a light bulb glowing over her head. As she pressed the dildo against her kitten she felt assured that it was hitting her clit just right by the sounds the redhead made. Leaning forward she traced her hands along the straps and informed her lover, "these straps are cutting across your marks."

"Yes Tara," Willow whimpered almost beyond the ability to form coherent thoughts or words. The blonde slipped a finger under each strap as she traced the line with her nail and felt her lover shiver as she encountered each hot mark the strap crossed.

"Sit down my kitten," she ordered before pulling off Willow's blindfold. "I want you to see this my love," she explained as she began kissing her lover tenderly. The kiss grew, alternating from tender and loving to aggressive and forceful and Willow was completely transported by her concentration of every drop of blood in her body apparently gathered in her lips and clitoris.

As they kissed on and on Tara climbed onto the chair to straddle her lover. Her knees rested on the chair and her center was directly above her kitten's center. Gently she guided the girl's hands to her hips as she explained, "I'm yours just as much as you are mine my love." With those words she slid onto her lover's extended clitoris, feeling it stretching her slightly and wonderfully.

"I love you Tara," Willow answered as she felt and saw the amazing sensation of her lover pressing against her. She knew that this was a first for the girl. Tara's experience had been limited completely to her first and only lover so this was a completely new sensation. The redhead held her lover's hips with her hands but allowed her Mistress to control the tempo of her movement completely. Each movement pressed the dildo against her clitoris and the rough material of the chair burned against her well-marked ass.

As her pussy embraced this new sensation Tara felt completely and securely held and loved. As she hit the bottom of the first stroke she told her lover, "you can come as much as you want Willow," and wasn't surprised as the redhead did just that.

"Thank you Tara," Willow cried out as her release shook her body. She knew that the sensation filling her lover would be wonderful as her shaking acted like a vibrator. Mustering the few senses she had that weren't centered in her clit the redhead moved her right hand to place her fingertips against Tara's pleasurable knot of muscles. The vibrations emanating from her own center moved her hand against the blonde's clitoris.

Tara was almost beyond the ability to form rational thoughts as she felt the simultaneous sensations of Willow's extension filling her pussy and her hand moving faster than lightening over her clitoris. The redhead's face was a picture of beauty and passion as she whimpered throughout her climax. As Willow's shaking subsided Tara began moving gently up and down the shaft of the toy, feeling it rubbing wonderfully against her soft walls. She knew that the pressure was rubbing Willow's pleasure center again. Willow had removed her hand from her lover's center to gently guide the girl's hips up and down and Tara couldn't imagine when they had ever been closer. "Oh Goddess," the blonde moaned as her climax exploded and her well clenched around the toy filling her.

By the time Tara had stopped shaking from her climax Willow had started another and her body was vibrating quickly as she bit her lip to keep from screaming too loudly. The sensation of her lover's body shaking under and in her and the sight of her restraining a scream incited another release for the blonde.

By the time Tara breathlessly climbed off her lover she had lost count of how many climaxes each had experienced. Their bodies were both drenched in sweat and their sweet juices. Leaning forward she softly kissed the girl on the lips before pulling her to the bed. After removing the harness from Willow's spent body Tara kissed her gently on the forehead. "I'll be right back," she promised as she stood up from the bed.

Willow was surprised to feel her lover leaving her after such an amazing connection and climax but couldn't' think to question it. Within seconds she heard the water in the tub and realized gratefully that the blonde was running a bath for them. She wasn't surprised as the blonde ensconced her in the tub before venturing to the kitchen some fruit juice and snacks for the two girls before joining her lover.

A short time later the blonde tucked her lover into bed before cleaning up and putting away their toys. When she finally joined Willow in the bed and wrapped her arms around her it was with absolute love and fulfillment. "Tara?" Willow asked quietly as her fingertips traced a pattern on her lover's forearm.

"Yes my love?" Tara asked as she placed gentle kisses on the girl's neck.

"I…I…," she faltered. "Thank you my lover."

"Thank you my love," Tara whispered as both girls drifted into absolute serenity and comfort.

Part 8
The Payoff

Note – This is my first foray into writing in First-person. I'm not completely confident but I thought it would be a good exercise for me. I hope it works…

That ought to do it. Mmm. She'll finish her shower and come out here and punish her kitten. Mmm. Ten spanks I bet. Maybe more if I sass her. Just a little.

I should probably not have this happy little grin when she comes out of the bathroom. I can just imagine though. The water just turned off. In a minute she'll get out of her shower and see my towel crumpled on the floor. A sure way for the kitten to get her punishment.

Mistress just must teach her kitten a lesson. Right?

She's taking her time. Maybe touching herself to get her juices flowing so I can serve her and "earn" forgiveness.

Oh Goddess. Serving her on my knees…that's the best. Well… ok. Maybe her hand slapping against my ass while she taunts me. Well … ok. Maybe the whip… or the belt…or after those…Those times when she's whipped me and then taken me fr…

"Hey Will, You look happy. Watcha thinking about?" she asks. There's my beautiful lover, my mistress looking gorgeous and fresh and wet. Here it comes. I'm probably grinning like a maniac.

She tells me, "I heard Dawnie getting up a minute ago. I told her we'd drop her off at school on the way to the magic box."

Huh?

She's come out of the bathroom and is pulling clothes from the closet, obviously getting ready for the day. "Should we leave a few minutes early and stop for coffees or make some here sweetie?"

Her eyes roam over my body and she suggests, "since you're dressed, do you want to check on Buffy?"

"Uh," I answer brilliantly, "sure." After a quick kiss I go to check on the moody slayer.

But I'm still thinking of Tara, my lover, my Mistress.

Tuesday 7:15 a.m.

I wonder if she'll try the same thing today. My predictable little kitten. Towel on the floor? Let's show some originality Will. "I'll shower first," she announced the moment the alarm went off. Then a quick kiss and she was gone. She'd be sneaky if she wasn't so adorably predictable.

A few minutes later I get up. From the sink I casually ask, "you're out of class at 1:00, baby. Was there anything you wanted to do today?" I can tell she's trying to formulate an appropriate answer and push on: "I'm out at 2:30 so we have all afternoon."

Obviously she came up with her answer: "anything you want my Tara." She pulls open the shower curtain and gives me a pouting look. Goddess, if I didn't have plans, that would have gotten me.

"Well, Mr. Giles said he's getting a shipment of new books in," I tell her, "…so I'll meet you there?" Her look is absolutely priceless. Like she can't imagine I'd rather look at a pile of dusty old books than pile on her punishment. Mmm. Nice parallel. Ok, now I'm laughing at my own internal babble. I'm turning into my lover. But back to that priceless look: so sweet and desperate and she's drying off and doing her lovely hair.

It's not like she's dying of celibacy or something. We made love yesterday—Hell! Twice! And half of the weekend. Even Anya would be impressed with our orgasm per day output. Especially if she could make money off it…hmm…Maybe an orgasm-a-thon? Way off topic now.

"I love you baby," I purr as I give her a soft kiss which quickly grows more passionate as she traces my teeth with that tremendously talented tongue. Mmm. Willowtongue. By the time she pulls away we're both flushed and breathless. Her smile is sexy and optimistic. "Mmm," I murmur as I step into the shower, leaving her looking disappointed and adorable.

"Ahhh! I scream as the cold water hits me. Ok Willow, that was a good one. It takes quite an effort to manage to leave the showerhead thing pulled up and the cold water on full blast. She must have gotten a good jolt of cold herself too although I guess she knew what to expect and stood to the side. No wonder her nipples were so damn hard. What starts as giggles turns to full-fledged laughter as I allow the now warm water to pour over me.

"Baby? Are you ok?" she asks and it takes me a few seconds to stop laughing.

"Fine sweetie," I tell her sticking my head out of the shower, "you must have accidentally bumped the water; it was full-on cold."

"Oh," she shows exaggerated concern. "I'm so sorry Tara. I wish I could make it up to you?"

Adorable. Absolutely adorable.

"Hey," I tell her with extreme levity, "accidents happen. It's hardly the biggest danger we face on the Hellmouth." She looks at me askance but nods slowly.

When she notes the way my eyes roam over her towel she acts surprised: "darn." Her eyebrows crinkle up so cute. "I keep forgetting." She bends slowly over totally showing off her ass as she glances back at me again.

Wednesday 7:00 a.m.

Ok. She's got some kind of plan. How do I know that? Because she's acting like she doesn't. Like everything is "tra-la-la" and skipping through the daisies singing. And we haven't sung in weeks!

And I'm her kitten, damnit! I'm her fucking kitten. Every pun intended. I fuck her. I get fucked by her and that's the deal.

Except suddenly not.

So what to do? Wait patiently? Flirt? Keep trying for a punishment?

She'll be out of the shower in a second. No cold water. No towel on the floor. Maybe a little more direct?

Checking myself out in the mirror, I look totally hot. This plain black choker is the closest thing I've got to a collar and my nipples are totally hard from the pinching I've given them. The shower cuts off and I run my fingers along my lips, gathering some "eau du Kitten" to anoint my neck, hard peaks, and lips. If I can smell it, I'm sure she can.

She barely steps into the room and I'm on her. "Good morning lover," I purr as I rub my body against hers. That's what good kittens do right? Purr and rub against their owners? Her cute nose twitches with recognition of my scent all over me. Her right hand winds into my hair as she pulls me in for a hard kiss, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and leaving me breathless as she licks around my lips, effectively cleaning them of my essence. She sniffs at me for only a second before pressing my body against the doorframe, her longer leg splitting mine and becoming covered in my wetness.

Oh Goddess! Her mouth is so hungrily ravaging my skin as she licks and sucks and nibbles my juices from my skin where I've spread it as an invitation.

My eyes are still closed, head leaned back and breath coming in short gasps as I register her moving toward the dresser to put on clothes, her words flung over her shoulder: "Mmm. Delicious."

Thursday 6:30 a.m.

I'm waking and the feeling and the Oh Goddess and the… Oh Goddess … Her mouth… and I'm … and …Oh Goddess.. and her tongue tracing my wetness so slowly…and over and over. I run my hand down my body to brush it over her hair, gently cupping the back of her head, those red curls more pronounced in the Oh Goddess early.

Knowing that I'm awake now by my moaning and my hand's motion, she hardens her thrusts, alternately plunging inside to drink me or circling my clit. Oh that Willowtongue!

"Oh Goddess, baby," I cry and wet my free fingers with my own saliva to begin circling my nipples, their peaks rising automatically.

"Let me," her muffled voice offers and her hand takes over to circle and rub and pinch my now hard nubs.

And her mouth is still… and her tongue… and the licking… and … Oh Goddess… and that bite… and… Oh Goddess! And… Willowhand. And her fingers… pressing into my… and … Oh… Oh… Oh Goddess!

Her small body is wrapped in my arms, arms that feel week and struggle to hold her. "I love you my Tara," she whispers as she places feather light kisses on my neck, kisses that make me squirm and giggle when I have the strength.

"Good morning," I mumble as my hands begin to rub over her skin. I can feel her excitement on her skin… and on my hip.

Her breath catches as I grasp her nipple between my fingertips. I squeeze a little harder and she whimpers: "Oh Goddess, Tara." Ducking her head she adopts an effective and submissive appearance. Mmm. God. How she looks. A nice spanking for… well… something. Don't' want to deter that wake-up. But the towel… or the cold water. A little patience Tara, I have to remind myself. My hands are pinching and twisting both nipples and she's moaning and thrashing and it's so fucking hot. Fuck! How did I ever? And my mouth curls up in memory of just how I won this woman's heart…and body.

She rolls onto all fours so I can reach her still lying on my back and our lips are pressed together, first my tongue in her mouth and then hers in mine. And back… and forth…

"Did you… Oh Goddess… like… my… Oh Goddess… and… um… waking?" and two fingers are inside her and she's moving against my hand, taking me so deep in her wetness.

"Hot my Willow, so fucking hot," I whisper and she's moving faster.

"I just wanted to please you my Tara," she whimpers and it's a plea for our game. And she moves faster on my hand, groaning in pleasure as my third finger meets only the barest and wettest resistance on sliding into her. "Thank you Tara," she groans.

"Oh Willow," I whisper, "I love making love with you." She's a smart girl: she will understand that we're not playing. And maybe she'll realize what I already know: right now our play is up to me. Ultimately it's up to both of us. It's just… I have plans…

And she stills for a second, realizing she can't cajole me into play this morning either and maybe knowing I control everything and my teeth around her nipple and she screams as her cunt clenches around my fingers.

Friday 7:45 a.m

I hit the snooze button perhaps a little too hard but I'm not ready to get up. Why should I? Tara is just starting to stir and her arms tighten around me. Her face has that adorable half-smile and I wonder, is she thinking of how I woke her up yesterday? Maybe she's been dreaming.

I certainly was. Oh Goddess, how I was. My subconscious mind is a pervert. I start to giggle thinking of my dream. Intense and the bench… and… wow!

"Don't worry. Be happy!" the radio screams and I hit the snooze again. Who tunes our alarm clock to this lame retro crap?

"Don't you have to go to class?" she half-asks, half-mumbles into my neck.

"Mmm," I answer, "not if you keep doing that." She nuzzles into my neck more and in spite of the temptation I glance at the clock. "Crap," I mutter and roll away to take my shower. My lover grasps my pillow and I lean over to kiss her forehead. A smile twitches up at the corner of her mouth but she's asleep again before I leave the room. Lucky no classes-on-Friday girl. Mmm, especially after the late night we had.

I'm smiling a mile wide as I adjust the water and step under the spray. Goddess! The night we had… I lost count of orgasms for both of us. That mouth of hers… and the Tarahand… Oh Goddess.

I guess she's changed her mind about wanting a kitten? I know that in the beginning it was definitely me pushing the boundaries but I thought that she more than just came along. She seemed so INTO it. She's the sexiest woman in the world and more so when wielding a whip or belt, pulling me by the hair, or even just whispering "Kitten." She's amazing and I trust her completely. I can't think of any thing she could want for me that I wouldn't want.

If she's uncomfortable, if she's changed her mind, that's ok. I can make love with this perfect woman everyday and never miss the play. And there's always the Internet for feeding my fantasies. Mmm. That one story… with the whipping… and the wax… and how she… oh… oh…OH!

Fuck! That was nice but now I'm going to be late. Fuck! It's ok. I don't need to play. And running out the door, I actually think I believe that.

Friday 7:45 p.m.

Does it seem like we spend all our time taking showers? I'm dressed and ready for our company but Will is still in the bathroom. Not that I'm a portrait of fashion. Jeans and a dark top are hardly fashion but they're comfortable.

It seems like my lover is more content today. Less antsy. I giggle picturing her in the shower this morning. Those magic fingers rubbing her clit until she came quietly. I don't know if she can feel my climaxes when I'm alone but I've always felt hers. Tee hee… easy to catch the naughty kitten if I wanted.

I look up and she's coming out of the bathroom with a silly grin on her face. Adorable. "What time is it? Everyone gets here at 8:00 right? A Star-Wars marathon! How fun. I mean… not that I'm that big on… Xander's idea really," she scowls. "Now you're laughing at me," she pouts.

"Definitely," I agree through my laughter. She comes over to the bed and I wrap my arms around her back to snuggle her, tickling her perfect skin with kisses.

"God Tara," she groans and her hands float through my hair.

"I have a treat for you," I tell her.

"A treat? Oh Goodie!" she bounces away like a playful child for a second before returning. A sexy look is on her face as she leans down to lick my jugular: "I don't think we have enough time for my favorite treat."

A smile ticks up at the corner of my mouth as I tell her, "oh Kitten, you will definitely get that treat later." And my smile is bigger as I imagine my kitten lapping up my juices over and over. Her face is shocked as she processes my words.

"Kitten?" she asks and suddenly drops to her knees. Her head is down and her hands are folded behind her back as they should be. "Whatever pleases you, my Mistress," she whimpers and her breathing is already heavy with need and desperation.

I tip her face up to kiss her lips before ordering her up onto the bed. She glances around furtively as if wondering where the restraints are.

"On your back, kitten," I order, my voice hard and commanding, and she complies instantly.

I begin to caress and pinch her nipples while she watches my face intently , hers a combination of surprise, delight, and pain. "Our guests will be here soon. When they get here, I want you to be a good hostess." She looks puzzled for a moment so I clarify, my mouth right against her ear: "everyone will need drinks and their pizza." "Yes, Mistress," she moans. Oh my good little kitten.

I hold up her treat. "This is your treat, kitten."

"This is your treat, kitten," she tells me and holds up something I've never seen.

My eyes trace it and I'm wondering what it could be even as I obediently whisper, "thank you, Mistress Tara." Six days since I've gotten to call her "Mistress." Too long.

The object is small—about the length of a finger and made of wire. It's curved so that it makes an upside down U at the "top." Each end curls back toward the U and has a fine chain with a small glass bauble dangling from it. "It's a kitten clip," she whispers teasingly.

A clip? To clip what? It's too big to be a nipple clip and there's only one of it. Oh Goddess! She's grasping my… Oh God. So that's what the clip is for. Those blue eyes. Oh Goddess. She takes her hand away but it still feels like she's grasping my nub. Extending her fingers she moves them toward my mouth. "Oh kitten," she whispers, "you got my fingers all wet."

"I'm sorry Mistress," I tell her glad for the opportunity to taste myself on her fingers as I slowly run my tongue over each digit, completely cleaning them.

She leans down to kiss me. "Mmm," she comments. "Wear a skirt," she says as she nearly bounces from the bed, stopping at the door only long enough for me to respond, "yes Tara."

By the time I get downstairs Buffy and Dawn are arguing over which remove works the stereo, VCR, or TV. "Do you know how to do this Tara?" Dawn practically whines holding a veritable pile of remotes.

"No," I tell her as I take a seat on the couch, "but Willow does."

"Willow does what Tara?" the woman of the hour asks as she slowly descends the stairs. There's a slight spring in her step as she takes the remotes and hits an endless combination of buttons until the FBI warning comes up on screen. She sets down all but one control on top of the TV and places that one on the coffee table. I'm impressed with how casual she sounds as she tells the other girls: "I'm getting a drink. Do you guys want something?" It's not obnoxiously obvious but we both know she's serving them because she serves me.

"She didn't even ask you," Dawn scoffs as she watches Willow disappear into the kitchen.

"She knows what I want," I tell the teenager.

"I bet," Buffy coughs into her hand.

I look at her sideways and then to Dawn who doesn't seem to have noticed her sister's comment. And my kitten is back, looking me in the eye before glancing down and giving each girl her drink with exaggerated effort. Finally she sets my wineglass down on a napkin in front of me, "here's your drink, Tara," and drops to sit at my feet, leaning against the arm of the couch. What a good kitten.

I pick up the glass in one hand and take a drink and place the other on the back of my lover's neck. I can feel her tension and excitement with every stroke. "You forgot to get yourself a drink, Willow," Dawn notes.

"Oh," Willow explains, "Tara will give me whatever I need."

Again I'm pretty sure Buffy's cough is caused by something other than a throat tickle. But no matter.

"Well, that's seven hours we could be having sex Xander." Anya's voice cuts through the room as Buffy and I each shoot our hands toward Dawn's ears. Even with slayer speed, Buffy isn't in time and I'm not even close.

"Gross," Dawn spits out as she turns back to the TV.

"Anya, Xander," Willow jumps up, pleasing me with her attentiveness, "can I get you drinks?"

"I'll have what Tara's having," Anya waves at my glass and insinuates herself between me and Dawn while grabbing a handful of popcorn.

"Doubtful," Buffy mutters so only I can hear.

"I'll help," Xander offers and follows my kitten into the kitchen. I smile as I think how turned on my lover is from this. I can sense her excitement like electricity flowing between us. Having tried out that clip last week, I know what it's like: I came twice walking across campus. Mmm. Necessity breeds invention? How about my kitten's adorable little clit breeds my ideas?

She sets down Anya's wineglass before settling to the floor at my feet again and I hand her my wineglass. She takes a slow sip before handing back the glass. "Thank you, Tara," she says as she starts the first movie. My hand is on her back of her neck again, just caressing and occasionally winding into her hair.

Oh Goddess! Just thinking of my hand holding her in place as she serves me later. Oh no: we will not be watching Star Wars for seven hours. That magic mouth. Mmm.

"Giles," Willow squeaks, "do you want a cup of tea?" She's on her feet and I'm pulled back to the present.

"Not now Willow," he responds and settles uncomfortably into a chair. He didn't want to come but everyone insisted on a Scooby movie night.

"Anyone else?" my kitten offers but no one takes her up on it and we're all watching the movie. I couldn't care less about the movie. My kitten is at my side, at my feet, and my hand is wrapped in her hair. I'm caressing her skin and alternating my grip. I know she's thinking of the same thing I am: her serving me with my hands wrapped in her hair--sometimes right here on this couch.

But that clip works best when you're moving around. With no one wanting anything, it's a perfect time to change settings. "Willow and I are going to go patrol," I announce. My lover jumps to her feet eagerly and extends her hand to help me from the couch.

"I should do it," Buffy offers apathetically.

"Enjoy your movie, Buffy," I tell her. "Will, run up and get our bag."

Willow's attempt to follow our rules while seeming casual is impressive: "sure Tara. Anything else you'd like?" I shake my head and she goes to get our patrol bag with a gleam in her eye. Of course if she knew what I had in the bag besides holy water and stakes, it would be more than a gleam. Is there such a thing as a supergleam? A megagleam? Hmm, a Willowgleam.

Going upstairs is a different sensation than coming down was. It's like my Mistress is pinching and grasping my clit while I move around. Goddess, it's so fucking hot—everytime I move to get anyone a drink or getting the bag, it's all for her. And she's controlling her kitten so completely. She's at the door by the time I skip down the stairs. The look on her face is powerful and sensual at the same time. My mistress. "Tell everyone good night," she whispers in my ear.

I give my best devilish smile as I respond just as quietly: "yes, Tara." Slowly I turn and walk to the doorway and say goodbye to each person. Entranced with the movie, they all wave me off, even Giles who seems sucked in by this "American trash." Of course Buffy is complaining that the council could at least provide her with a light saber to kill vampires. I take my lover's hand and she pulls the door shut behind us.

Two steps and she has me backed against the pillar. Her hand is at the back of my neck and I'm breathless from how she is kissing me. I'm still feeling woozy as she bops down the stairs to announce, "let's go patrol."

I barely remember to answer, "yes, Tara," as I join her on the sidewalk. That kiss seems to have intensified the tension in my body and each step I take is like a caress of my clit. If we weren't playing, I could come right now.

"How do you like your clip my kitten?" Tara asks and it's as much a taunt as a question.

"Oh Mistress," I respond, so glad to be away from the gang, "it's such a wonderful treat. It feels like you are holding my clit between your fingers."

"I am," she tells me.

"Thank you, Tara," I moan as we continue walking. Every step jiggles the chains and I understand why they are there. It's a delicious sort of teasing tension and I'm wondering if we are really going to patrol or if she has other plans—plans that might include me on my knees, licking and sucking her pussy while my clit throbs with need. But I don't think she'd skip patrol even for our play. I trust her and I'm sure she has a plan. In fact, it occurs to me that she's been working toward this all week. Oh Goddess! I would do anything for her.

Within minutes it's apparent that we are in fact patrolling although the first three cemeteries garner only one very stupid vampire. As we watch him burn and disintegrate she assesses him: "good thing Buffy's not here. I think he was too stupid to get her puns."

"Definitely, Tara," I agree. As we walk she alternates rubbing the back of my neck or gripping my hair.

"Did you have a frustrating week, my kitten?" she asks in that knowing and teasing way.

"Until very recently, Mistress," I respond.

Suddenly her hand is tight in my hair and she's pushing me forward so I'm against the wall of a mausoleum. Both her hands slide along my arms to press and hold my hands against the cold concrete. Her breath is hot on my neck as she asks, "what did you miss the most?" just before biting into my skin.

"S-serving you, Mistress Tara," I manage to squeak.

"Vague!" she swats my ass twice and I'm impressed with how smoothly she has transferred both my wrists to one hand.

"I'm sorry Tara," I comply, "I missed serving you on my knees the most."

"Not your punishments?" she challenges.

"Not as much, Mistress," I moan. Her hand is rubbing against the skin she has slapped as if she Is considering adding some punishment. I continue, "I missed bringing you pleasure the most my Mistress." And we both know it's not so cut-and-dried. We both get unbelievable pleasure from everything we do: I get so incredibly turned on from giving her pleasure not to mention the way she wields my punishments. And she loves my mouth on her but I know she also loves granting me the intensity I crave.

Her teeth are against my skin again and she has me pressed almost painfully against the wall as she taunts me: "you will have a chance to show me just how badly you missed serving me later."

Oh Goddess, those teeth. "Thank you Tara," I groan.

"Keep them up there," she orders as she drops her hands down my arms and around my front to cup my breasts. There's only enough room between my body and the wall for her slim hands, her fingers stroking and pinching first one nipple, then the other. I can barely speak to say "yes, Tara."

If I felt like punishing her I could invent a hundred reasons but…I'll save that. For now…I still have my plan. Goddess, I'm fucking dripping wet. My kitten will be lapping that up all night.

I slide one hand back up to grasp hers and step away, pulling her along to patrol. I'm watching for vampires but something else too. A certain kind of headstone. I know there's one around here somewhere. Ah yes! There it is. Perfect and just the right height.

"Are we stopping here, Tara?" Willow asks confused.

"For a while," I answer cryptically as I pull a few crystals and herbs from the bag. We step closer to the headstone and I instruct her: "place a protection spell around this stone and us, Willow."

She takes the ingredients wordlessly, understanding that she is free to use all her power for this act. Once it is set up, she reaches out her hand to grasp mine so we can share the incantation. The area within the circle takes on a sparkling glow.

"Very good, kitten," I tell her, capturing her once again. I place my hands on her quivering hips and back her against the headstone. "Up you go," I whisper and between her jump, my lift, and a touch of magic, she's sitting on the stone. She watches intently as I pull two leather ties from the bag. Each end is attached to a small bell. "See the bells?" I ask as I loop the ties around the carved angels on each side of the stone.

"Like a kitten's bell…o-on a collar," she whimpers.

"Hold," I order and she takes the ends of both ties in her hands. "Those are your restraints my kitten," I explain. "The bell is both a signal that you failed to restrain yourself or your safeword."

"Either way we stop, Mistress?" she confirms.

I nod and slip my hand under her skirt to trace the clip and carefully remove it to her accompanying whimper. Leaning forward I kiss her deeply and roughly before replacing my lips with the clip. "Clean this for me, kitten," I order and she immediately begins licking the metal, looking like she's savoring her own juices. "Hold this," I say and she bites down to keep it in her teeth.

"Good kitten," I compliment her and take a step back to admire my creation. She sits atop the monument, skirt raised to show off her glistening pussy, her hands are extended grasping the ties, the clip is clenched in her teeth, and her eyes are locked on my every movement.

I step forward again and begin trailing kisses and bites along her neck as my fingertips graze her swollen clit. "I'm going to fuck you out here…in a graveyard…in the open," I whisper. As my hand continues to tease her clit, I note the tears of frustration beginning to pool in her eyes. Quickly I bend my head slightly to lick her inner thighs, nipping the sensitive Willowskin as I go. Just before I latch onto her wetness I instruct her, "you may come when you feel my finger inside you."

She moans what could only be a desperate "thank you." And oh God, her clit is as swollen as it could possibly be. I lick in long strokes, savoring the tension and luscious juices coating my face. For long minutes I purposefully avoid her pleasure nub. Then I allow my tongue to just barely graze the surface. As I do, I hear her moan loudly, her lips and teeth still clenched around the clip. Back to licking long strokes and darting my tongue inside. I was very specific that she could come only when she feels my finger inside her, not my tongue. If she comes too soon…punishment for my little kitten for sure.

She's moaning and writing and her juices are bathing my face. More frequently I swipe my tongue over her clit and begin teasing my fingers at her opening, ensuring that they are bathed in her slick juices. She is nearly crying and I hear a sound like "hree, hree, hree,…" which I translate to "please, please, please." My finger is coated in her wetness and she's mine, my kitten, my toy, my everything…

Please. Please. Please. And tears are rolling down my face and I need her… to… be… Please… And her slick wet finger surprises me as it slides smoothly up my ass. And I couldn't stop coming if I tried. And it's like my body is part of a cosmic explosion as I clench around her finger and would arch away from the stone if there were anything to press against. I know I'm screaming because I hear it in my head but I don't think I've dropped the clip. She straightens up and begins thrusting inside me. Her mouth is by my ear and she's chanting, "mine, mine, mine," and on the next thrust she slides two fingers into my dripping pussy to match the one in my ass and she's fucking me with all her might. I hear someone moaning, "urs, urs, urs," and it sounds so far away and so close at the same time. And I remember I'm supposed to be doing something but the lights are flashing and my body is exploding and I hear bells ringing.

For a moment there I wasn't even sure if she was really here. She was moaning against the clip in her lips and coming so hard. And it was so beautiful. I wrap my arms around her shaking body and softly kiss her, not knowing if the salty taste is from my tears or hers. And both mix together and we're united in love and passion and the shaking aftermath of this incredible gift.

I'm kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, her hair, and her nose as I tell her, "I love you, Willow."

"I know," she whispers, "God I know, baby. Thank you my love."

I smile knowing what I've done for my lover, my kitten, my everything. "Let's go home," I whisper already coming up with a plan for skipping the last movie.

"Always," she agrees as I help her off the stone. We gather everything from the bag and dispel the circle before walking slowly home together.

Part 9
Scenes

Notes - Thanks for CN & Susan for the loan. Thanks to DMW who originally suggested one of the many activities contained herein.

"So we're going dancing on a Tuesday night?" Willow asked incredulously.

"Yep," Tara nodded as she finished getting dressed.

"But not to the Bronze?"

"Some place new," Tara explained as she took her lover's hand and pulled her into a kiss before starting down the stairs.

Willow followed her lover out the front door. She was confused but not uncomfortable. Tara had mentioned going dancing a few days ago but Willow was still surprised to be going out so late on a weeknight. It had crossed her mind that maybe Tara wanted to play but she hadn't called Willow "her kitten" or dressed her so apparently not. Both girls wore jeans and short blouses for a fun night of dancing. Dawn was at Janice's and Buffy was wherever she went all the time.

Both girls kept their senses alert for any signs of danger but their fifteen minute walk garnered nothing more disturbing than a wad of gum Tara stepped in and had to scrape on a curb, her language clearly expressing what she thought of people who didn't use trash cans. As Willow giggled at Tara's diatribe, it was confirmed to her again that they weren't playing; if they had been the blonde would have no doubt implied a future punishment for her kitten.

A few minutes after the chewing gum fiasco they reached a black door in the brick wall of a warehouse. Heavy industrial dance music escaped through the opening each time someone opened the door. As they entered, both girls pulled their IDs from their pockets and handed them to the bouncer. Tara looked at the sign on the counter before also offering a $10 bill for their cover charges.

She jumped back slightly as a hand slammed down onto the counter stopping the progress of their offerings. "The Slayer's friends are not welcome here," the second bounder growled.

"W-we're off duty," Tara offered.

"So what… you haven't killed any vampires in the last ten minutes?" His face had morphed as he spat out his accusation.

"Tara," Willow pulled on her lover's hand, "maybe we should go."

"We're not here with the Slayer," Tara explained again, "Spike told me…"

The vampire bouncer appeared to consider her reference as Willow leaned forward to whisper in the blonde's ear: "Please Tara? Maybe we could find something to do that would make up for the ruined evening…" She tacked on an almost inaudible, "Please, Mistress Tara?" It was the first time she had directly attempted to initiate their play and she wasn't sure it would work.

The last three words, all but silent to the blonde, were loud enough for the vampire to detect easily. "Well," he smirked, "since you're friends of Spike's…" His face was completely normal by the time he tucked the money in his pocket. "Have fun," he told the girls as he re-entered the bar ahead of them.

Willow could feel the hard beat of the music as it reverberated through the concrete floor and the vibrations coming through Tara's hand. "Let's get a drink, baby," she suggested and pulled Tara toward the bar. She had to shout over the din but made sure she didn't order anything sounding even passingly like "blood." Once each girl had downed a Kamikaze, they went to the dance floor and began enjoying the hard music.

The music was much a much harder, more industrial sound than they were used to but it was the type of beat that made everyone move powerfully. Within minutes each girl had worked up a sweat and they took a short break to get another drink. Glancing around, Tara asked her lover, "what do you think? About four humans to each demon?"

Willow nodded her head. "Seems friendly enough though. No one dragging their prey out the back door or dropping drained bodies in corners." As she spoke she snuck a look at the corner just to be sure. "Hey," Willow shouted, "what's over there?" She pointed toward a group of people facing or seeming to browse over a table in one of those corners.

Tara smirked slightly but answered cryptically: "let's go see"

As they approached the corner, both patrons in front of them walked off, leaving a clear view of the merchandise. Willow sucked in a breath as she took in the offerings. After looking to her lover for approval, she stepped up to examine everything more closely.

"This one would go beautifully with her eyes," the demon behind the table suggested as he held out a brilliant blue studded leather collar. His other hand held a matching leash.

"Oh… I… it…," Willow stammered, completed shocked when Tara's hand reached around her to close on the collar.

"Let's see," she teased with a spark in her eye. She didn't fasten the buckle but held the leather against her neck. "How does it look?"

Willow gulped loudly. "Beautiful," was all she could manage to say.

"Do you have a green one?" Tara asked as she handed back hers. The demon smirked slightly as he looked back and forth between the two girls. Tara took the outstretched collar, smiling sweetly. "Thank you," she told the demon as she took it. She turned to Willow who was watching her intently.

Willow felt Tara's cool hands as they held the leather material to her neck. Just the feel… Just the thought… Even without her Mistress fastening the collar, even without her attaching the leash, the redhead was ready to drop to her knees in a second. "Beautiful," Tara murmured as she placed a gentle kiss on her lover's forehead.

Turning back to the salesman, or sales demon, she handed him the collar and began to look over the other merchandise. "If you don't see what you need here, I can get it for you, Miss," the demon reassured her. It was obvious from his tone that he now realized that he had initially misjudged the two girls.

Willow's hand traced the line of collars on the table as she asked, "may I…?" She indicated the entirety of the table with a sweep of her eyes.

"Yes, love," Tara answered, "show me anything you want." Tara didn't say that she was shopping tonight and she didn't say that she was. Perhaps she would get some new ideas tonight.

Willow's heartbeat quickened as her eyes swept over the arrayed toys. She guessed that the table held only a representation of the available wares. At the far left end, the collars varied between brightly colored nylon, metal, and leather. Some were thin, almost necklaces or chokers, while others were made of thick black leather that she imagined would make a slave's head nearly immobile. Wouldn't be able to serve my Mistress the way she likes best, she mused regretfully. An equally varied assortment of leashes accompanied the collars. She glanced only momentarily at the wrist and ankle restraints displayed on the table. Her Mistress had already given her adequate restraints and their trip to the cemetery last week showed that Tara felt no concerns about being able to control her kitten without tying the girl.

Next to the restraints were a few handles ranging from about 18" to 4 feet long. Although a few had metal rings at each end, the rest did not. She picked one up trying to determine if it might be a sort of paddle. "It's a spacer bar," the demon offered.

At Willow's confused look, Tara took the bar from her and placed her mouth close to the girl's ear. "You would hold it over your head or behind your back," she whispered.

"Oh," Willow squeaked as her mind filled with the visual of her Mistress punishing her while she held the bar. Shaking, she handed the bar to the salesman.

Next the redhead's eyes took in the paddles and whips. She caressed each item quickly and found herself handing a riding crop to her lover without thinking about the action. All she could comprehend was the wild image filling her mind Tara raising the black stick again and again and the snapping sound of it hitting her flesh. Just the thought, combined with the image of her using the space bar, had the redhead's crotch soaked.

Tara's mouth split into a wide smile as she observed the dreamy gaze on her lover's face. She allowed her fingers to trace the object, bending it slightly to test the tension. Mmm. The sound it was bound to make as it marked her kitten's pale skin was just one of the aspects encouraging her to indulge in a new purchase. She silently handed the crop back to Willow, but not before subtly tracing the inside of the redhead's arm with the tip of the implement. Willow gulped but turned to hand the item back to the amused demon.

Knowing that they weren't playing (at the moment) Willow turned to press her body against Tara's. She wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her deeply before pulling back slightly. "Would you like to go home, Tara?" she suggested. Both girls knew that that inclusion of Tara's name in the question was meant as an offer.

"Not yet," the blonde whispered and motioned toward the table again.

Willow turned back to the display more than a little confused about Tara's rejection of her pass. Usually the blonde was receptive unless she was sick. Well… sometimes then too. Willow felt the taller girl's arms wrap around her waist as she continued inventorying the offerings. The table held an array of harnesses, dildos, vibrators, and other toys. As she was about to reach for a set of intense-looking nipple clamps the music suddenly stopped. "Welcome to Fetish Night at The Club!" a voice called out and both witches turned toward the "stage."

The redhead noted the smug look on Tara's face as she whispered, "let's see the show." Taking Willow's hand she gently pulled her toward the front of the focusing crowd.

Willow's heart beat in her chest as the blonde led her toward the stage. It was obvious that Tara had chosen this club intentionally, knowing that it was "Fetish Night" whatever that meant. Her rejection of Willow's pass made more sense now.

Once they had a clearer view of the stage, Tara pivoted to again stand behind her lover with her arms wrapped around her waist and her chin resting on her shoulder. She could feel the redhead's trembling excitement.

On stage three people were emerging silently from behind the curtain. The man and one woman were casually dressed. Between them walked a young woman with her hands tied in front of her. She held her hands high enough that the audience could see her thong, the only covering she wore. Even from this distance, Willow could see her wetness on the silk.

The Mistress whispered in her slave's ear for a few seconds before kissing each cheek. Then she turned to speak to her apparent partner. Although she was obviously speaking loud enough for him to hear, neither Tara nor Willow could hear them.

Tara felt the redhead's body trembling and worried for just a second before she realized the girl was giggling. The blonde ran the tip of her tongue over her lover's ear before asking, "What's so funny, Will?"

Willow turned quickly into her lover's embrace still giggling: "I was thinking that I couldn't hear them and then I thought too bad Buffy's not here because she could tell us what they said and then I pictured her here… You know with the vampire employees and patrons and hardware for sale and stage show and it was a funny mental image. I want you." She ran the entire thought and following declaration together and began kissing Tara's neck.

The blonde enjoyed her lover's attention for a few moments, also giggling at the thought of Buffy shooting crossbows through the room. "Let's watch the show," she whispered, lightly turning Willow back toward the stage and again wrapping her arms around the girl.

When they turned their attention back toward the stage, they noted the slave's new position. Her arms were extended over her head and the binding between them was attached to a meat hook. It was just high enough that her muscles were not relaxed but there was no slack either. She wore a blindfold which disappointed Willow who would have liked to see the girl's eyes. The master was just setting a paddle back on the table.

Tara felt her lover shudder slightly as the woman next picked up a small frayed whip. She allowed the fingers of her left hand to snake under Willow's top and rest against her flat stomach. She wondered, what did she mean, "I want you"? Did she mean she wants my hand thrusting inside her or the other way around? For her to take me and possess me as I scream her name? She didn't try to stop the simultaneous fantasy, or fantasies, dancing through her mind as she watched the show. Willow's body was trembling against her front with excitement even though it seemed too be a very tame show. Perhaps it was more a demonstration than play. Even so, it was apparent that the redhead was entranced and her body shook with each strike. Tara extended her fingers just enough to touch the elastic on her lover's panties and idly played with the border as she whispered in her ear: "are you enjoying the show, Willow?"

The redhead whimpered in response. She was completely aroused by the sound of the whip striking the girl's flesh and the way her body shuddered. It was easy enough to read her lips as she thanked her Mistress.

"Do you wish that was you?"

Tara's voice shocked the redhead from her reverie. She turned around with a glint in her eye and wrapped her arms around the taller girl's neck. Her lips virtually caressed her lover's ear as she whispered, "do I wish that was me? Do I wish that this body," she cupped Tara's hand and ran it down her side so that it brushed the swell of her breast before coming to rest on her hip, "was stripped naked in front of a room of strangers while my Mistress delivered my punishments? That I could make my Mistress proud as everyone watched how thoroughly she possesses me?"

"That's pretty much my question," Tara smirked as she dug her fingertips a little more tightly into the smaller girl's hips.

"Only if it pleased you," Willow answered with an equal smirk on her face. Turning back toward the stage she was somewhat disappointed to see that the show was apparently over. Before the music could begin again she turned into Tara's embrace, delivering a searing kiss, her tongue thrusting between the blonde's moaning lips. "I want to take you home and feel your wetness. I want to lick and suck your body as my hand fills you and you scream my name for hours," she boldly announced as they began dancing to the hard beat once again.

Before Tara could respond to Willow's declaration she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to find a young man wearing a G-string and a black studded collar. He looked down as he explained, "as friends of Spike's you are invited to the show. I'm so very sorry for my delay in finding you." He held out two shot glasses and offered them to the witches who shrugged at each other before downing the drinks. After all, they surmised, if someone wanted them drugged, the bartender could have done it earlier. Invited to the show? I thought we just saw the show, Tara thought. The confused look on Willow's face showed that she thought similarly.

Tara nodded to the young slave before following, extending her hand back to take Willow's. The redhead's small hand was damp with sweat from their vigorous dancing. Both girls could feel the building tingle of their shared magic as they cautiously followed the boy.

They went down the hallway past the doors to both bathrooms before reaching a third door at the end of the hall. Although they could feel the beat of the music, the sound itself was relatively muffled. He knocked on the door and it was quickly opened by another slave, this one a vampire. The vampire cut his eyes away from both girls immediately but opened the door wide to allow their entrance.

"Spedoinkle…," Willow muttered as she first saw the room. The lights were dim but she could make out the mass of bodies throughout the room.

Before she could assess the sights and sounds, their guide led them to a large man in a dark suit and tie. The slave immediately dropped to his knees as his master turned toward the girls. "Welcome," he greeted them warmly in a very deep voice, "I am Alfonse, owner of The Club." He extended his palm and the coolness of his skin confirmed each girl's suspicion. "My servant was to find you much earlier. Would either of you enjoy punishing his tardiness?"

Tara wondered at protocol in this situation. Was it an offense to refuse? She felt Willow's squeeze giving her support and hoped she would not stutter: "thank you for your generosity. We would p-prefer to watch tonight."

"Of course," the vampire nodded, "if you decide to play, enjoy. Otherwise, we hope you find the entertainment suitable." He waved at the room before turning to the kneeling servant. Neither girl had to look back when they heard leather hitting flesh to know that they boy was learning a lesson about tardiness.

Allowing their eyes to scan the room they each sucked in a quick breath. Throughout the room, couples and groups engaged in various manner of play or sex (or both). A glance to the far side of the room at a blonde chained to the wall and taking an intense whipping from her leather-clad Mistress concerned both witches. The intensity was just too much for any human to bear for long. Her flesh hung in strips on both her front and back.

Tara and Willow started moving quickly across the room before stopping suddenly as the red-head wielding the whip leaned forward and sensually licked a path along each wound, obviously savoring the blood seeping out from the openings. The blonde locked her yellow eyes momentarily on Willow's before closing them, ecstasy inscribed across her features.

Abandoning that destination, the girls looked around for a scene to absorb. Near the vampire pair, a thin woman wearing nothing but a collar was on all fours as one man pounded into her from behind and another obviously enjoyed her attentive mouth. While her back bore thin marks, she now enjoyed only occasional slaps of her master's hand interspersed with his thrusts.

Nearby a woman leaned against the wall as a male slave kneeled at her feet, furiously licking and sucking her cunt. Another woman seemed to spur him on with sharply delivered snaps of a riding crop. Suddenly the woman leaning against the wall screamed her pleasure. Moments later, she kissed the second woman as she took the crop to trade places.

Willow attempted to control her shock at the overwhelming stimulation of the scene. Everywhere she directed her attention she saw naked bodies and heard moaning and the sharp snap of leather, wood, or flesh hitting flesh. Her body's Pavlovian response had her nipples as hard as diamonds and her panties soaked. Her heart sped up at the through of Tara turning to call her "kitten." She didn't know if that was more excitement of fear. Obviously seeing the question in her lover's eye Tara whispered, "tonight we're just watching, my love."

Willow nodded, both disappointed and relieved, as she continued looking about. She pulled Tara silently toward a table in the center of the room. Apparently this was a "spotlight" position as evidenced by the mirror slanted above the table to allow more of the room to see the scene.

Three women circled the table, on which lay a beautiful woman, naked except for the blindfold one of the women stepped forward to tie on. Moments later the other two women raised her arms over her head and snapped each wrist into the openings for a set of handcuffs which were bolted or soldered to the table. Neither woman removed her arms from the prone woman's body but ran their fingertips lightly over her skin as if to heighten her sensitivity. When she had finished fastening the blindfold, the first woman moved to the end of the table, bending the girl's legs to cuff them to the table as well. With the servant's heels on the table, her legs were spread so that everyone watching could see her glistening pussy.

Willow was completely entranced by the show in front of her. Tara stood directly behind her, their bodies molded together and her hands caressing the redhead's hips, often rising high enough to tease the smaller girl's breast. Her mind was filled with not only the intense scene playing out in front of her, but thoughts of her Mistress dominating her in front of an audience like this. She was somewhat surprised to find herself incredibly turned on by the idea and wondered if Tara was as well.

The two women who had tied the girl's arms were still caressing her body, having moved to her chest and torso. Willow's nipples became harder as she realized that each woman was interspersing pinches with the soft caresses. Willow was momentarily confused as the single Domme turned away for a few seconds. Where would she be going and why?

Both witches were startled by the voice coming from beside them. "Have you seen this game before?" a vampire dressed entirely in black asked.

Tara didn't think it was a pick-up line and didn't want to react too strongly. At the same time, she didn't want to give the quite beautiful creature the wrong idea. "No," she said strongly, "this is our first time visiting The Club."

The vampire appeared to take Tara's words neither encouragingly or rudely. Instead she explained: "the pet on the table belongs to the woman with the candle. The one kneeling belongs to the other two." Both Tara and Willow nodded that they understood the players so far. "The Mistresses each bet her slave for the rest of the night on whether she can make the first pet come." She indicated the action with a smile. "They'll have agreed upon some time limit." Both witches nodded non-committally. They were very interested in the game and the vampire's explanation of the rules but didn't want to send her any ambiguous signals. Apparently the negotiations for the contest had been more complex than their temporary guide knew: the girl's Mistress slowly raised her hand over her body and tilted it slightly. Willow's shocked eyes focused first on the body shying slightly from the impact of the wax before relaxing. From there her gaze reversed gravity as it climbed the trail of was now falling on a different patch of unmarked flesh.

"Must be hot," Tara whispered in her lover's ear. With her arms wrapped again around Willow's waist from behind, she could feel just how hot the girl found the display.

Her suspicions were confirmed as Willow only managed to groan an affirmative, "Yes, Hot."

After a few turns, the three women began passing the candle to each other. Each varied the location of her pour as well as the height of her hand. Both witches reasoned that the closer pours must cause a hotter contact.

After each woman had taken a turn with the candle, one of them nudged the kneeling slave who hurriedly crawled forward to attach her furiously working mouth to the other girl's dripping cunt. Even with her hands bound behind her back, she was obviously intent on success. The owner of the slave receiving this attention was now checking her watch and obviously whispering encouragement to her pet.

Tara was shocked by the voice of the vampire still standing next to them: "Would you like to place a bet of our own on the game?"

The blonde witch had no doubt of the creature's meaning as she eyed Willow's body, her eyes resting on the redhead's smooth neck. "No. Thank you," Tara firmly told the vampire, offering a silent thank you to her Goddess that she avoided stuttering. Both witches relaxed slightly as the woman shrugged and smiled at them before moving closer to the spotlight position.

Tara was somewhat surprised as her lover turned in her embrace to begin kissing her neck. Willow's lips found the blonde's ear as she bold told her, "Let's go, baby. I don't care how their game turns out." It barely took Tara a glance into her lover's lust filled eyes to agree that it was time to go. Within minutes they had thanked Alfonse for being the host, and were headed out of the club, knowing that it might take them some time to assimilate all they had seen and experienced. Both girls also had many new ideas to consider for their future play.

Part 10
Kitten Tale

The redhead shifted slightly on the bed as she looked at the blank sheet of paper—one of many in the journal Tara had set in front of her along with a pen. The small girl shifted slightly, enjoying the feel of the ankle cuffs and the tightness of the restraints spreading her feet to the bottom corners of the bed. Likewise her left hand was securely attached to the headboard but her right hand, while she wore a wrist restraint, was free. Obviously she could free herself from the other restraints, but a good Kitten would never consider, let alone do such a thing.

Even if her Mistress had tied her to the bed and left the room.

"I want you to write a good story," Tara had told her kitten as her hand caressed the girl's back.

"A story? Mistress?" Willow asked obviously confused by the request. "Pleasure me, give me what I want, attach these, lie down…" these commands the kitten knew. But "write me a good story?" That was a new one.

"Yes," Tara purred as her hand continued stroking her lover's soft skin, "You see the other day I happened to be using the Internet and did you know that if you start typing in a web address, it will finish one that you've visited lately?"

"Um. Visited Mistress?"

"Well yes," Tara continued in her teasing voice. As she spoke she allowed her hand to stroke her kitten's bottom, knowing that the girl would expect a spanking. "And do you know what I found?"

"'Wiccan Ways' and free grocery coupons, Tara?" Willow suggested.

"That too," Tara giggled, "but also quite a few sites you've been visiting. It seems that for an applied mathematics and computer science double major, you are reading quite a bit of literature lately, my kitten."

"Literature?" Willow squeaked as she felt Tara's hand speed up its caresses on her bottom. She knew that the girl would start her spanking any moment and she could already feel her juices flowing.

"Very organized," Tara observed thinking of a few of the sites. "Fiction by Author, by Pairing, Slash or Hetero, even some by activity…"

"Activity," Willow echoed.

"That's 'activity Mistress,'" Tara admonished, a huge grin on her face. She leaned down and whispered in her lover's ear: "activities like…" her voice trailed off but Willow heard her clearly and was even more aroused by Tara's voice. She didn't know if the girl was suggesting those activities or just liked saying the very naughty words, but either way… oh Goddess!

Tara stood up and pulled the restraints from the box in the bottom of the closet. Once the two girls had started playing more frequently, they needed to hide their toys carefully. It wasn't that Dawn or Buffy were nosy, but they used each other's clothes and shoes without asking and seemed to feel that the same lack of respect should extend to all the residents of the house.

She turned back toward the bed to see her kitten kneeling in the center of it, her head bowed and her hands extended to take the restraints from her lover. "Lie on your stomach, my love," she ordered the girl. "I want to tie you myself this time," she added.

As she fastened first one ankle and then the other she explained, "since you've been reading all that educational material you should be able to entertain your Mistress." She fastened Willow's left wrist but left her right free. She set a journal and pen in front of the girl and asked her, "any questions?"

"Yes, my Mistress," Willow answered. Seeing her lover's nod she continued: "can I write anything?"

Tara smiled. She had expected something like this. "You can write anything my kitten. It can be something that has happened, will happen, or will never happen. Just entertain your Mistress."

"Thank you, Tara," Willow answered looking down at the journal page for the first time. Before she could pick up the pen she felt Tara's fingers wrap themselves tightly in her hair and pull her head back to place a hard kiss on her mouth.

"I'll be back, kitten," Tara whispered as she walked off and out of the room.

"Write a good story." Ok, I'll try Willow thought as she picked up the pen and decided the best approach was to pick a name and start with that:

Willow

Seems easy enough. Probably should be Willow's rather than Willow:

Willow's fingers moved faster and faster over her clit. She could hardly read the words on the laptop screen any longer since her hand was moving so hard and fast and she was completely shaking the bed. Fortunately her parents were out of town, like usual. If she made too much noise, there was no one to hear her.

It had been a few months since she had found this Internet site with "adult" stories. Eagerly clicking the "I am eighteen" button big liar she had found herself in a world of stories describing things she had never even known existed. Sure a lot of it was just like the books she read at Borders before her mother got finished with her cup of coffee or the stories in Xander's Penthouse. But she'd found entire sites that were like nothing she had read before. In her mind she was building a list of activities that sounded intriguing and wondered if Oz would be open to any of them. And if not Oz, then who?

In the meantime, her eyes wandered over the blurry words "whip descended, marking her formerly white skin" and her fingertips increased their pace.

Fucking, fuck, she thought as she heard rustling and noises on her terrace. Just my luck. I'm about to come my brains out and a vampire decides to make a house call? Not that they'd be able to get in. The only vampire she'd invited in was Angel and she'd uninvited him nearly a year ago. A light knock and the French door on her balcony swung open.

The redhead was left with a choice. She could either grab a shirt and put it on or shut down the website she had been reading. Either way there was certainly no time to grab any pants.

Tara's voice startled the redhead: "how are you doing, kitten?" The blonde had a plate of apple slices and a glass of white wine. Willow guessed that she'd already had one glass from the way the girl was starting to sway to the music she'd turned on. The blonde fed her lover a few slices of apple as she read the first few lines.

"I like it already," she whispered in her kitten's ear, "looks like young Willow's being naughty." She nipped her ear for effect before leaving the bed and the room as suddenly as she had entered.

Really there was no choice to make. She was still pulling her nightshirt into place as she recognized the first voice. "Fuck B, you're so loud we'll wake her even if she's dead already."

"Hey, Red," Faith smiled as she walked confidently in and pulled out the chair before sitting on the desk.

"Hey, Wills," Buffy added. She looked at Faith for a moment before explaining, "I thought it was too late to come over but she insisted."

"Sure," Willow answered nervously, "it's never too late. What's up? Is there a new bad? Do you need help with research? Is there a Scooby meeting? What did Giles say? I could call Oz to drive if you want if there's a Scooby meeting and if we need to research."

"Do you ever run out of air, Red?" Faith smirked. Her nose twitched up slightly and Willow hoped that she just had an itch as opposed to any other explanation she could come up with. Just thinking of the other explanation had her blushing and she reached for the computer as she waited for an answer on the research. At least she could shut down the incriminating evidence. Sure Willow, she thought, because it's not at all incriminating that your room reeks of come and you have two slayers with supersmell in here.

Not only supersmell but superspeed too.

"Whatcha reading, Will?" Buffy asked as she picked up the computer.

Thank G-d for a password protected screensaver, Willow thought as she took the machine from the blonde's hands. "Wiccan stuff. Spells. You know, still trying to float pencils and feathers and all that," she hastily explained as she managed to unlock the keyboard and shut down the Internet site before the slayer could get a look at the screen.

"Cool," Buffy answered as she leaned over to pick up the soda on the nightstand before lying down next to her friend on the bed.

"So… research? Big Bad?" Willow suggested again.

"No research," Faith finally answered as she pulled off her boots before lying down on the other side of the redhead. "It's a social call, Red."

Ok, Willow thought now there's no way they don't smell me. Why do I have friends who are slayers? "Social?" she repeated.

"Actually," Faith smiled, "we're here for an apology."

"I owe you an apology?" Willow asked confused.

Tara entered the room again smiling at the sight in front of her. Her kitten was tied to the bed, obviously following her instructions and very wet from the smell of it. As she walked toward the bed she inhaled deeply. "Oh kitten," Tara purred, "you smell very wet." Before Willow could answer the blonde dipped her fingers to run them along the inside of her lover's thighs. "And you feel very wet too." She sat in a chair so that the redhead could see her and slowly licked the juice from her fingertips. "Are you so wet from what you are writing for me or from being tied there while you do it?"

"Um… both, my Mistress?" Willow answered tentatively.

Tara smiled again as she rose to offer her lover a drink of wine and then some water. "I'm going to take a bath. When I return, I want to read what you've written."

"Yes, Mistress," Willow answered. She watched her radiant lover enter the bathroom and start the tub jets before returning her attention to the page.

"I owe you an apology," Buffy explained, much to Willow's surprise.

"You're here to apologize?" Willow asked. She didn't even know what Buffy wanted to say but it didn't seem in Buffy's style. She'd never actually apologized for her behavior. The redhead remembered back to the beginning of their junior year and Buffy's behavior which Willow and Xander had forgiven without any hint of apology from their best friend.

Faith watched Willow's confusion and Buffy's discomfort, enjoying the scene. She got up and moved around the bed so that she was standing next to the blonde slayer. Placing a hand lightly on the girl's back she explained: "She's sorry for forgetting your birthday." Willow looked from one slayer to the other confused about what was going on. Why would Buffy apologize? Why did Faith care? Why was Faith speaking for Buffy? "She wants to make it up to you, Red," Faith added, not helping Willow understand any better.

"It's ok," Willow attempted to reassure her friend, still wondering why Faith's hand was continuing to stroke Buffy's back and her hair.

"No Will," Buffy whispered, "it's not ok. I've been a bad friend. I'm sorry I missed your birthday." She took a deep breath before suggesting, "maybe if you punished me, I wouldn't do stuff like that anymore?"

It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room for Willow.

She could see the fear in her friend's eyes. Could hear the enormity of what she had just suggested. The redhead glanced up at Faith to see the knowing smile on the dark-haired slayer's face. "Punish you?" Willow repeated. "You want me to punish you so you won't do stuff like that anymore?" She was still trying to absorb it all.

The redhead looked at Faith again and saw a confident look in the girl's eyes. Gaining confidence she considered for another second before smiling at the dark-haired slayer and agreeing, "then I should definitely punish you, Buffy." Her lack of experience shone through a second later as she looked to Faith. "How should I…?"

"B," Faith addressed the smaller slayer, "lie across Red's lap and lift that skirt you're wearing." Willow was still sitting on her bed against the headboard and this would take the least amount of direction.

"I'm sorry, Will," Buffy said again as she did as Faith had directed.

"I don't really think that's good enough," Faith commented as she smiled at Willow. She backed up to sit on the desk once again. "I think your friend needs to spank your little bottom…20 times so you will be a better friend from now on."

A moment of doubt hit Willow as her hand nearly contacted her best friend's smooth ass, bared on her lap for 20 spanks. "Are you sure, Buff?" she asked quietly, hoping that Faith couldn't hear but knowing that the slayer would hear it clearly.

Buffy turned to look at her best friend. Everything rode on this. Nothing would ever be the same after this visit. No matter what happened or if nothing happened. She quickly kissed the redhead on the lips, noting the look of surprise but not disappointment on the girl's face before resuming her position and whispering, "Please?"

Willow immediately began caressing Buffy's bottom with her hand. "It really did hurt my feelings that you forgot my birthday," she told her solemnly as she delivered a first light smack. Unsure of herself she looked up at Faith and saw the girl smiling at her. She nodded slightly as if to encourage the redhead to continue. "Really," Willow confirmed as she placed another spank on Buffy's smooth bottom.

With a few more spanks the redhead was really getting into this. Each time she hit Buffy the girl squirmed slightly and made a quiet gasping noise. "You can do that harder, Red," Faith suggested, "remember that she's a slayer."

"Oh right," Willow giggled as she redoubled her efforts to pepper her friend's bottom with stinging spanks. She was noticing that there was a certain motion, a way of cupping her hand that made a sharp sound and that these seemed to be the blows that evoked the loudest noises from the blonde. Suddenly something occurred to her: "Oh G-d. How many is that?"

Faith laughed out loud at the redhead's endearing innocence. "One more, Red," she quipped. She moved toward the bed and leant her mouth to whisper in Willow's ear: "I usually have her count them so I don't have to."

What is she saying? Willow's mind raced. Do they do this often? Huh and also huh? Deciding that it was all too confusing and too much to think about the redhead placed a last stinging slap on Buffy's reddened bottom.

Breathing heavily Buffy leaned forward to again kiss the surprised redhead. "I'm really sorry, Will," she told her.

Before the blonde slayer could back off, Willow wound her fingers into Buffy's hair and pulled her closer. "You're forgiven," she reassured her before letting their lips meet again, this time thrusting her tongue into the other girl's mouth.

"Damn right," Faith laughed as she watched the display the other two girls were putting on for her.

The slayer was surprised to her Willow speak: "Faith?"

"Yeah, Red?"

"Well," Willow started unsurely, "um. It's just … um… since it was my birthday… shouldn't I get a spanking?

Tara re-entered the bedroom looking her usual gorgeous shiny self. Again she gave a drink to her lover and took the pages from her. "How is your writing coming?"

"Very good, Tara," Willow answered as she kept her eyes on the journal pages. "I hope you like it."

"Why don't you keep writing while I read this," Tara commanded more than suggested as she took the pages and settled herself into the armchair to read what her kitten had written for her.

"Yes Mistress," Willow answered obediently before picking up the pen again.

Faith's mouth turned up in a wide smile. "Oh yeah," the slayer answered, "life is good." She looked at the redhead for a second before mouthing, "just a minute." Wrapping her fingers in Buffy's hair she kissed the other slayer a bit more violently than Willow would have expected before telling her, "I'm going to give Red her birthday spanking. You can watch from that chair."

Willow wasn't surprised to see her best friend stand instantly and move toward the chair. She was a bit shocked as the girl began stripping off her clothes before taking a seat. "She's n-naked," the redhead squeaked.

"It's called training," Faith quipped as she sat on the end of the bed. "Now why don't you come lie across my lap for that birthday spanking you wanted." The dark-haired girl was impassive, as if this was something she said every day. As if every day she went to the bedroom of an 18 year old virgin and offered to give her a birthday spanking while the slayer's apparent lover sat naked nearby.

Willow hesitated. "Um, well, that's the thing. I'm kind of, um, with all the and you guys came in and I kind of…"

"Hey Red," Faith interrupted, "I'm not getting any younger and my pet's over there getting antsy."

"I'mnotwearinganypants," Willow quickly explained.

The redhead blushed even harder as Faith laughed. Suddenly the slayer turned tender, extending her hand and offering it to the other girl. "I've got you," she whispered.

Willow nervously lay across Faith's lap, well aware that the scent of her arousal still clung to her. She noted the smile that curled up at the corners of the other girl's mouth but for the moment didn't mind. She certainly didn't mind a second later when she felt Faith's hand caressing her bottom. The girl's other hand rested on her back, not pressing but making her feel securely held.

"One," Faith counted as she lightly spanked the redhead's butt. If it had been her pet, she would have had Buffy do the counting but this was Willow's first time and it wasn't like that. Willow wasn't being punished for anything; she wanted a birthday spanking and Faith wanted to give her what she wanted.

Willow knew her body was shaking with excitement as Faith spanked her butt. The thought crossed her mind that she hadn't been spanked since she was four and had lied about tracking mud across the floor. And it certainly hadn't been like this. Even though the slayer was only hitting her with light blows, she could feel the girl's power pulsing through her skin. And the feeling of Faith holding her down with her other hand was a definite turn on. She squirmed and hoped that she wasn't getting the slayer's leather pants too wet, but then perhaps the girl was used to it? She looked up to see the entranced look on Buffy's face and then away after noticing a definite wetness on her best friend's pubic hair. Not where friends usually look and not what they usually notice, she thought, at odds with the intimacy of the scene.

"Twelve," surprised the redhead as she felt Faith's fingers graze across her wet lips. She couldn't control a low moan.

Willow felt Tara lie down on the bed, her body stretched out along the smaller girl's length. "Oh Goddess," Willow moaned from the feeling of her lover holding her down. Both women were completely wet and Tara's hair tickled the inside of her kitten's thighs.

"This is a wonderful story, love," Tara purred as she lightly kissed Willow's neck.

"I'm…glad…it…pleases…you, Mistress," Willow groaned.

"Keep writing while I read over your shoulder," Tara ordered her kitten.

"Yes, Tara," Willow answered. It was a little hard for the girl to return to her writing since her lover had slipped her hand between their bodies and was playing with her kitten's soaking hair and lips, occasionally brushing her fingertip across her clit.

"Mmm," Tara muttered, "young Willow is having quite the night." After reading a few more lines she giggled in mock outrage: "the vixen! Asking for a birthday spanking." Willow continued writing as Tara began to read outloud:

"Thirteen," Faith counted as her fingers did more than just glance off the redhead's lips, this time running up and down each lip to gather some moisture. The redhead didn't look up as the slayer commented on her taste: "mmm. Oh B, you're going to love this. Sweet…"

"She's right about that," Tara whispered as she mirrored the action of the story, raising a wet finger to her lips and tasting her kitten's essence. "Very sweet," she commented before running her finger along her own lips and extending her digit toward her kitten.

She was pleased as the well-trained girl asked, "please, Mistress," and waited for Tara's approval before eagerly sucking the taste into her mouth. The blonde continued reading the story even as her fingers played with her lover's cunt:

"Fourteen and fifteen,' Faith counted as she surprised Willow with two smacks close together.

"Oh fuck," the redhead moaned, biting down slightly on her finger.

The slayer giggled before teasing, "in a second, Red. In a second." Her fingers again traced Willow's sopping lips before transferring some of that wet to her pink bottom with number sixteen. "Seventeen," she counted with a light spank, followed by her actually sliding one finger between the redhead's lips and into her center. "Oh yeah," she moaned as she moved gently in and out of the girl's body.

"Yes, Faith," Willow moaned as she felt the slayer moving inside her. Just that soon it was gone and the redhead felt herself almost sinking into the other girl's lap.

"Eighteen," Faith announced with a triumphant tone and a slightly harder spank. Her hand was immediately back to the smaller girl's entrance, teasing at it while she held her down with her other hand.

The redhead moaned as her visitor teased her, finally pleading, "please, Faith?"

"Am I the first?" Faith asked, her fingertip still dancing through wetness.

"W-w-what?" Willow stuttered out.

Faith pinpointed her question for the redhead: "the wolf? Have you two done this? Am I the first?"

"Yes," Willow practically shouted, "yes. You're the first." She felt the dark- haired girl's fingers slide into her body as soon as she spoke.

"Oh," Tara moaned, "like this? Is this what it felt like kitten?"

Willow grinned before answering, "it's a story, Tara. It didn't happen."

Tara pulled her fingers almost entirely out of her lover's body. "I should take away my fingers for your cheek…" Enjoying the feel of her lover so wet and open beneath her, she didn't though. "But since you're writing me such a hot story, I won't," she told her as she thrust three fingers deep into the smaller girl.

Willow bucked against the stronger girl's fingers as they began to plunge into her center. Faith had two fingers buried deep in her and was using her thumb to circle her clit. The redhead was losing any ability to think or say anything resembling a coherent thought. She didn't see the enormous grin on the dark-haired slayer's face, nor did she see the girl motion to Buffy who lay down at the foot of the bed.

Anyone but a slayer would have had trouble raising their upper body enough to begin licking the aspiring witch's soaking clit, but Buffy had no trouble getting into position and the girl knew she could stay that way as long as she needed.

"Oh sweetie," Tara teased as she continued thrusting her fingers into her lover's quivering body. "Now you're writing third person omniscient and revealing another character's feelings." She took a breath and told her kitten, "you can come as soon as I start reading your story again."

"Holy shit, fuck, damn!" Willow groaned as she felt Buffy's tongue twitch across her clit. The contact came as a complete surprise since she didn't even know the blonde was out of her chair.

"Come for me, Red," Faith encouraged, "come for me while my pet licks your clit and drinks your juices." The redhead would have exploded as Buffy's tongue circled her clit even without Faith's dirty talk. With the dirty talk, she felt her insides clench like nothing she had ever experienced by herself and nothing she had imagined before. By the time the dark-haired slayer had lowered the smaller girl's body to the floor, Willow knew the meaning not only of orgasm but of multiple-orgasm and was wondering if her body would ever be the same.

"Speaking of multiple orgasms…" Tara whispered as she felt her kitten's depths clench once again around her fingers. Realizing that the girl was making only inarticulate moaning noises, she slowly removed her fingers and eased her body off the Willow's.

After giving Willow a drink of water and untying her restraints the blonde gathered her lover in her arms. "I love you, my kitten," she whispered as she brushed her fingertips through the girl's hair and along her face.

"I love you too, my Tara," Willow answered, feeling spent from the intensity of her orgasms.

"Rest for a minute," Tara directed her lover, "while I continue reading your story."

Willow finally looked up to see Buffy and Faith locked in a kiss that would have soaked her if she wasn't already soaked. The blonde's hands were busily stripping Faith of her clothes while Faith's fingertips nipped and pinched her counterpart's skin everywhere she could reach. As Buffy pulled down the dark-haired slayer's leather pants, Faith kicked them away and sat down on the edge of Willow's bed. "Come here, pet," she instructed the blonde who dropped to her knees immediately, burying her face in the slayer's dark- curls.

"Oh G-d that's fucking good, B," Faith moaned as her hands gathered handfuls of the Buffy's hair. Willow watched her best-friend as she kneeled in front of Faith for a few minutes, lightly playing with herself as she did before making a decision.

"Ooo," Tara commented, "I bet I know what that decision was."

The redhead shifted slightly so that she was just behind Buffy. Before she could speak she heard Faith's voice: "Spread your knees, pet, Red wants to lick you." Buffy did as directed and Willow found herself lying flat on her back, her mouth mere inches from her best friend's dripping cunt.

"That was my guess, kitten," Tara teased as she touched her own wetness. "Why don't you demonstrate young fictional Willow's technique while I keep reading."

"Oh yes, Mistress," Willow eagerly agreed. Tara lifted herself so she was kneeling over her lover's face and nearly melted into the feeling of the girl's tongue and mouth on her.

Willow's entire body shook from nervousness as she moved closer to the blonde's center. She'd never looked that closely at a woman's genitalia before, and certainly not a man's. Her association with her own extended more to the "oh that feels good" and "that feels really good" variety. She extended her finger to run it along Buffy's outer lips and felt the girl shudder in response. She was only barely aware of Faith's voice continuing to order her lover to please her and shouting out an orgasm without stopping her commands.

Before she could lose her nerve, Willow tentatively touched her tongue to one of Buffy's lips, tracing it along to the top and then retracing the reverse of that path on the other side. "Oh G-d, Willow!" the blonde shouted. Encouraged, Willow began eagerly licking Buffy as she had, repeating the motion on first one side and then the other. The taste was overwhelming and like nothing she had ever tasted before. It was tangy and sweet. Like the ocean and the sky. And touched with power and passion and violence too. She figured that she must be doing a good job as Buffy continued moaning and whimpering while still furiously licking Faith.

"That's the way, Red," Faith encouraged as the slayer ground her center against her pet's face. "Lick her clit too so she can come screaming against mine." Her words were getting somewhat less discernable but Willow could still make out her suggestion to, "use your hand too, Red." The redhead couldn't tell whether she was hearing Faith or Buffy's moans any longer as both girls were nearly screaming with pleasure.

"Holy Goddess!" Tara screamed as she came shudderingly hard over her lover's mouth, the papers dropping to the floor by the bed. Her kitten moved her mouth from her Mistress's clit for only a second before attaching it again and sucking it hard into her mouth while thrusting two fingers inside the blonde.

"Oh God, oh God, oh Fuck! Willow!" Tara screamed as she reached back to brace herself against the headboard. Using the leverage of her arms, she moved against her lover's mouth and hand, careful not to hurt her and well aware of just what the girl could take.

Wanting to feel her lover really thrust, Tara rolled, hoping that Willow would understand and move with her. Her kitten did just that, never removing her fingers or lessening their motion as she slid on top of her lover and kissed her lips, trading the taste of the blonde's juices. Her fingers slid easily in and out of Tara's hot channel and the redhead added a third finger, tentatively at first and then thrusting more firmly as the blonde arched her center toward her lover's hand and arm. "Oh yeah baby," Tara moaned, "fuck me. Fuck your Mistress. Fu…" her words were cut off by Willow's mouth clamped on to hers. Even with her kitten's mouth locked to hers, the sound of Tara's scream as she came echoed off the walls of the room for seconds.

As she recovered, Tara looked up to see her lover gazing at her and holding a glass of water. "Thanks baby," she whispered as she took it from her. "I love you, Willow," she told her again before hugging her tightly.

"I love you, baby," Willow answered. She blushed for a second before asking, "was my story… um… ok. I mean you know …?"

Tara giggled for a moment. "Faith, huh?"

"Well. Ok, sure a homicidal psychopath and all… but did you ever see her in leather pants?"

Both girls laughed as Tara answered, "I only ever saw her body with Buffy inside and I don't think she was looking her best after eight months in a coma and then the visit with the watchers council."

"I guess so," Willow agreed. For a moment she looked deeply into her lover's eyes. "It's about you, Tara. It's always about you."

Tara just smiled as she held her lover, knowing that everything Willow did was about her.

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