Title: Something Stupid



Author: Sarah Aless



Contact/Feedback: give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk



Rating: NC-17



Pairing: B/S



Spoilers:



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WARNING: This story is set in my You Know You Want To Universe - it's explicit, it's kinky and Buffy is predominantly the bottom, there will be spanking and other forms of naughtiness, if this bothers you, don't read! You've been warned. I assume most people reading this will be familiar with my content so hopefully there'll be no big surprises.



Summary: Buffy has done something very stupid. How will Spike deal with it when he finds out? This story is more about the actual spanking side of Spike and Buffy’s YKYWT world and the specific sensations evoked, although there will be some smut at the end (well maybe a degree throughout – you know me – just not as much as normal, thought I should warn you).



Part 1 – What the HELL was she thinking?



Yesterday Buffy did possibly the daftest damn thing she ever did. Today, she’s going to pay for it. I’m really going to go to town on her ass, but it’s completely her own fault and she knows it. Not that that makes her any less stubborn about it. It’s still a struggle for her to stand here, in my crypt, while I give her my best ‘stern and foreboding look’ and let me punish her like a child. However this is one occasion on which she can’t argue, since the thing that got her here was making a judgement that even a child would have thought twice about.



It’s always been role playing in these situations before. Delicious, sexual, role playing and a little while ago alternative therapy. This will be a new area this will be actual honest to god punishment. Something I don’t think either of us would have guessed she’d allow to happen. To her especially, and even myself a little, the idea of ANYONE let alone me actually physically punishing her in a way that isn’t to do with sex is just too absurd. However, after my reaction yesterday I honestly think she feels that this will bring back a balance between us. I could have throttled her at the time but I think this is a much better way of dealing with the issues! Let me start by telling you about yesterday.





Late in the day I’m just coming up from my bedroom when the crypt door bursts open and there stands my Slayer, apparently in remarkably high spirits. Since our impromptu, slightly unorthodox therapy session a few weeks ago she’s been a lot happier, talking things through with me a lot more. Today she’s practically giggling already; though I have to admit this doesn’t seem like the usual ‘happy Buffy’ more like ‘Prozac Buffy’. In hindsight I should have known she was up to something; especially when she pretty much runs across the room and throws herself at me giving me a huge hug.



“Hey you!” She grins up at me adorably.



“Hey yourself.” I reply. My puzzled look (caused by the unusual display of over exuberance) quickly replaced with a sly smile as I lean down and proceed to give her a damn good kissing.



I would be content to stand here all day but she is obviously far too hyped up. Baby wants to play and I’m not about to argue, what can I say I love to see my Slayer happy…….yeah I’m a sap!



She steps back a little and trails her hands from my ass up to my sides. With an actual girlish giggle that I’ve never heard from her before she blatantly abuses her knowledge of one of my weaknesses. The little minx tickles my ribs, springing back out of reach quickly. Yes, you heard right. William the Bloody is ticklish, lets not dwell on it eh?



Well then, if that’s where she wants to go today she’ll find I’m as equal to this fight as any other we’ve had. I make a grab for her, revenge no doubt written all over my face. She darts out of the way and, laughing, I lunge after her. I catch her easily which, in hindsight should also have given me pause for thought. A tickling match on the dusty crypt floor follows. However, it soon becomes one sided. She just doesn’t seem to be able get a decent grip on me. I, on the other hand am not having the same problem. I can read Buffy like a book these days, be it a fun fight or the life and death kind and she’s obviously letting me overpower her. Her moves are technically good but there is just no power or strength to them.



And so, the merciless tickling ensues. For a good five minutes she thrashes about below me getting red in the face and increasingly out of control as I continue to tickle her; laughingly goading her to fight back. Suddenly, out of nowhere the little hellion pulls her arm back and punches me in the mouth! As punches go it was……well, crap is the word that springs to mind frankly – but judging by her behaviour so far, I suppose that the ‘crapness’ was intentional. She is just trying to wind me up. I can guess what she has in mind too.



“Oh you shouldn’t have done that!” I grin.



Before she can make any further move I have her face down over a sarcophagus and my hand lands a playful smack on her ass making her squeal in surprise. This of course, just makes me laugh all the more. We rarely if ever just have this kind of childish fun and I’m finding I like it a lot.



“Hey!” she protests. “That was just instinct and I didn’t even hurt you. You know I didn’t that was a terrible punch.”



In answer I give her luscious bum another six or seven playful swats.



“Oww! Oww oww!” she squeaks. “There’s no need to spank me so hard Spike. We were just playing!”



“Stop being such a baby.” I say chuckling, and going along with her little game. “I’m hardly touching you as well you know. Besides I’m fairly certain you did that with just this end in mind.”



That shuts her up, she has no argument, we both know she likes a little spanking and her faux struggling and protesting aren’t convincing anyone. She struggles and kicks, giving me a delightful display as her ass moves under her skirt. Eventually, she works her way off the end of the sarcophagus where I don’t even let her pull herself upright before grabbing her again. I land a slightly less playful smack to her bottom and can’t help but chuckle at her reaction. Who knew Buffy had the acting chops? She really is getting quite convincing. She lets out a reasonably loud squeal this time and her legs do a charming little dance which I’ve only ever seen before when we were having a pretty severe session.



“Owww Spike!” she yells. “That hurts!”



“Well unlike earlier pet, it’s not meant to tickle. Now quit pretending like this is something you can’t handle before you bring out my less playful spanking side!”



I’m surprised myself to realise I mean that. Playing the weak little damsel in distress is all very well but it isn’t the reason I love Buffy. That’s when it dawns on me that she’s probably going to keep pushing me until I MAKE her Slayer side come out. Testing out what it will take. I love her little games, so there’s no question I’ll go along with this.



“LESS playful?” she says in mock disbelief. “You gotta be kidding me vamp boy you know you got me all worn out with the tickling and are blatantly taking advantage of me.”



Oh yeah she’s definitely playing with me. Let’s see where else we can take this then.



“Taking advantage am I?” I grin pulling her directly in front, facing me. “Don’t even try to pretend you don’t love this.”



As I speak I slide my hand up her skirt and between her silky thighs. With total predictability she melts just at the touch of my hand through the fabric of her underwear. Moving my hand slightly north I push it back down inside the waistband of her panties, smiling when she has to hold on to me, her knees seeming to begin to buckle. Alternating between slowly rubbing at her clit and pushing my fingers inside of her I smile at her again when she looks up through fluttering eyelashes. Gotcha Slayer!



“What was that you were saying about taking advantage?” I grin.



“Who? Me?” She all but groans. “Didn’t say a word but you can keep taking this advantage as LONG as you like, in fact don’t you dare stop!”



True to form I stop immediately and resume tickling, revelling in the playfulness she rarely shows me.



“Spike! Nooo!” She half giggles, half whines. Of course it does her no good; I just keep right on tickling her. She tries to push me away, her body poised to make a break for it. The shove is incredibly ineffectual though, she’s good at this playing the helpless female!



“I think someone protests too much.” I say. “If you really wanted me to stop you’d have made me stop by now. Isn’t that right sweetness?”



“I’m trying, believe me!” she says through gritted teeth. She mutters something that sounds like ‘wait til I get my…’. I don’t hear the rest of the sentence but I pay no attention anyway; taking more notice of the fact she’s pretending that she’s actually trying to stop me.



Just as I’m about to express my disbelief at her words the little minx pulls a downright dirty trick. Her knee connects with my crotch causing me to double up with a gasp. I’m just registering the fact that it actually didn’t hurt as much as it should have when she pulls free and bolts for my underground bedroom. Well, if that’s what she’s after the knee in the bollocks wasn’t her smartest move!



I head straight down, landing at the bottom of the ladder a fraction of a second after her.



“Silly, silly, girl.” I tut, grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and bending her over as I move to her side. I land a flurry of ‘just harder than playful’ smacks on her taut bottom. Her response is a yelp and a desperate attempt to squirm away but I’m holding her too tight to allow movement. Bending down I half chuckle, half growl in her ear.



“Big mistake Slayer.”



Quick as a flash I have her face down on my bed. Her ass is raised nicely due to her hips being positioned over some ‘conveniently placed’ pillows in the centre of the bed. Again moving quickly, I tie her hands at the small of her back with some equally convenient scarves that also just happen to be on the bed.



“I know what you’re really after Slayer.” I continue, my hands now running possessively down her sides and over her hips. Too many clothes, I note. I immediately begin to remedy that by folding her skirt above her waist but leaving her panties up for now. She shudders when I do this and gulps hard when she hears my belt slide through its loops. There it is, I savour the scent of her arousal, there’s something else there too, pushing at my consciousness but I don’t pay it the attention I maybe should. Who would with such a delicious ass stretching such adorable panties so perfectly in front of them?



“What? No more protests?” I goad. “Didn’t think so! You see Buffy, you can play at being the helpless little female all you want, but it’s just play, and sexy as it is I find my Slayer sexier still! I know what a Slayer wants, what she needs. Right now for example, my Slayer is asking for a good hard introduction to my belt.”



Obviously I wouldn’t normally launch in with the belt without a warm up but the little hellcat has just kneed me in the crotch! And as I just said to her, she’s the Slayer and I’m not going to start too hard by any means.



“Please Spike. Please, no, not the belt. I’ll do anything! I’ll give you a blowjob. I’ll let you fuck me in the ass. I’ll let you fuck me in the ass then I’ll give you a blowjob!”



“The filth!” I laugh. “Someone’s been watching porn! That or she has a filthy mind. You know, I’d almost believe you were afraid of a little playful strapping, and with your panties still up too! Anyone’d think we’d been going at it for ages. You know what though? I like it! Go on beg me some more Slayer!”



I don’t give her time though. The belt lands with a snap against her panty covered ass. Her upper body immediately lifts, hips pushing down into the bed, trying to flatten her bottom in response to the sting and avoid any further strokes. Just as I strike again she rolls away from me. This causes the side of the belt rather than the flat of it to land on her hip. Not too serious as we’re not playing properly but not something my ‘Master Spike’ side can’t allow even in a fun session.



“A-a-ah.” I sing song. “You know better than that. Painful or not the rules are the same. Stay still!”



I pull her back into position and place a hand on her back, holding her down. I land another six in quick succession only stopping when I notice something very out of character for her. Removing my hand I hurry to light the remaining candles and lamps in the room which I’d left unlit for ‘ambience’. I need to be able to see if what I noticed is true.



I turn back and she’s rolled onto her side again. I was right. A tear is rolling down her cheek. Now that I’m really paying attention I can hear her more rapid than warranted heartbeat and can feel the panic coming off her in waves! What’s wrong with her? Is she regressing to her depressed state? Did she actually not want to play today? Had I read this all wrong? What have I done? My heart sinks as I take in the distress on her beautiful face.



“Buffy, love, what is it?” I say, panic rising rapidly.



“It hurts!” she replies, the tear I noticed is solitary and there is no sob to her voice. Her panic seems to have subsided too. Is this part of her act?



“It’s meant to hurt Buffy.” I say, testing the waters. “But you know this is just for fun right?”



Her only reply is an audible gulp.



“What’s really going on here Slayer?” I ask, totally bemused now.



Again, no reply and she won’t look at me. Looks like we’ll have to go the tried and tested route. I’ll have to go completely ‘Master’ on her.



“Well, if you’re not going to speak I guess we need another of our very special therapy sessions. This is serious Master/sub territory now. Something is off here and you’re not speaking. I suggest you get yourself back over those pillows right now young lady.”



Her heartbeat kicks up a notch at this but she’s too well trained in this game to disobey a direct order. It’s when she rolls back over and I pull her panties down to her knees that I see that something is really wrong here; she isn’t playing at all. Why in hell didn’t she say something before? I look at her ass in horror. We were just messing around, how did this happen?



All she’s taken is a handful of hand spanks and seven of the belt and none of them serious strokes, yet her ass is aflame. Way, way redder than it should be. I can clearly see the shape of the belt crisscrossing her ass in crimson stripes. She looks like she’s had punishment strokes, not the silly little love swats I’ve given her.



“I-It’s marked me more than it should hasn’t it?” she asks haltingly as I continue my mute gaping at her backside, trying to figure out how it happened.



“I-I don’t know how it happened.” I eventually manage to say. My mind begins to work a million miles a minute. “Are you feeling ok Buffy? Other than this how are you feeling? It must be a spell. I’ll bet it’s those geeks. They’ve done some mumbo jumbo on you to make you get hurt easier; they’re probably planning an attack on you right now! I’ll kill them. I’ll rip out their spines and dance on them, I’ll….”



“Spike!” she interrupts. “It’s not them. It’s me. It’s all my fault. I did something really really silly!”



I look at her, not comprehending. How could she possibly have caused this susceptibility to harm?



“What do you mean?” I ask. “How can it be your fault? God I’m such a prat. I should have listened to you! You asked me to stop and I didn’t. You begged me not to belt you and I did it anyway. I’m such a bastard. I thought you were just playing but I was hurting you! I’m sorry Buffy, so, so sorry! I should be boiled alive!”



I could go on all day about how stupid I am, how callous, how I could have really hurt her, but she interrupts me mid flow.



“Shit! Spike listen to me. Listen to me right now.” She demands. “It’s not your fault. First of all I could have said my safe word, I didn’t. Secondly I wanted you to go on really. I was trying to prove a point. You remember the other day when you were all sarcastic guy, telling me you’d known non-Slayers that could take more than me? Well up jumped ‘competitive Buffy’ and started dancing round my head. I wanted to prove to you that I could take whatever you could dish out even without my powers.”



Now things were making a little more sense. Bloody silly little bint!



“What exactly did you do Buffy?” I say, my tone unimpressed and tending towards icy.



“I rooted around the magic box til I found the instructions for making the compound that Giles used on me for the Council test on my eighteenth birthday. Remember I told you it made me all ‘normal’ Buffy back then, all ‘can’t fight to save my life’; took away my Slayer strength and healing abilities and all? I made that stuff and I took it. It was a stupid thing to do, especially since the bit with the dosage wasn’t there so I wasn’t certain how much to take. I-I just wanted to prove I could take whatever you gave out… it was really stupid…..” She trails off on a mutter.



I walk to the wall of the cavern and punch it hard.



“What the hell were you thinking Buffy?” I yell turning back to her. “I could’ve really hurt you! I mean you probably won’t even bruise because I was just playing but I’m a vampire you senseless little bint! If I’d have hit you like I normally do who knows how much damage I could have done! Do you ever even have a thought in that pretty little head of yours or do they just drop out of your ears before they even register?”



“Spike I’m sorry. I know how worried you are. And god I don’t deserve the concern you’re showing, but I’m ok and I know how stupid it was! Please, forgive me. There’s no real harm done, I’ve calmed down already.”



She moves to stand in front of me, lowering herself to her knees, her hands still tied behind her back, panties at her knees.



“Let me make it up to you.” She says looking up at me and reaching to undo my trousers with her mouth. I almost let her – something about a Slayer kneeling before me offering a blow job just makes my mind go bye-bye. I snap out of it though. She obviously doesn’t understand how serious this could have been if I’d used full vampire strength. She doesn’t appear to fully comprehend the turn she just gave me either. There is only one way to get it through to her. I grab her by the hair and pull her head back til she looks up at me.



“Don’t you dare Slayer.” I command, full-on Master taking over. “You obviously have no idea of how grave this whole situation is. You are going to go home and sleep while I do your patrol for you to save you getting bloody well killed. Tomorrow you will get your ass to this crypt at 4pm and accept punishment for your recklessness. I would do it right now but I’m so boiling mad I might lose control and I think you’d benefit from time to contemplate what you have coming.”



“But Spike!” She protests. “The drug will still be in effect then. You can’t punish me when I’m like this. We just found that out! Surely we should wait til I’m back to normal.”



“On the contrary Slayer. Although you’re more hurt than you should be from today it’s not so bad, you will be fine by tomorrow. Now that I know you’re on human tolerances I can adapt accordingly. Do NOT however assume that that means I will go easy on you. I intend to make sure that you never behave so recklessly again!”



She opens her mouth to protest but I fix her with the most severe gaze I have.



“Do you understand me?” I ask.



“Yes Sir.” She replies. Hallelujah, she finally seems to realise we’ve crossed the line into a serious Master, sub scene. I untie her hands and tell her to pull her underwear up.



“Go home Buffy.” I say, not looking at her. “Think about the fact that this time tomorrow your ass is going to hurt more than it ever has before, it won’t heal quickly this time and ‘you won’t sit down for a week’ will not be an exaggeration. Also, I know what a little pain slut you are. If you have the cheek to get horny thinking about what you have coming you had better not do anything about it. You are forbidden from cumming and will be for quite a while. I’ll know if you have so much as thought about touching yourself. Now go!”



In the time between her departure and sunset I save up my anger, I’ll go out and relieve my stress on some vampires and assorted demons. She’s going to get it good tomorrow but I’d rather not feel this angry when she does.

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Part 2 – I know I deserve this but what the HELL was I thinking!

Ok so here's the skinny. I'm up to my neck in it and I'm really not
happy about it! I'm standing in Spike's crypt, it's 4pm and he's about
to punish me. Yep that's right, I'm about to be punished like a
naughty little girl. To say I feel slightly messed up at the minute
would be gross under-exaggeration. There's the big part of me that
gets all weak at the knees and wet in other areas at just the thought
of kinkiness. There's the indignant part which is screaming that I'm
an idiot for standing for this and that the whole situation is
idiotic. Then there is the sullen child, the part of me that knows
exactly what I did and why I'm here but still wants to protest at
length about the fact that `it's not fair'!

This part of me is the part that's currently cursing Spike. You see
this is really all his fault! It started last week; we'd been having
our first spanky scene since our little impromptu `healing' session.
It was going great, everything of the good; we'd even swapped roles a
couple of times but as usual I ended up the bottom. Not that I was
complaining, it's nice to let that side of me surface, to let someone
else take control and make the decisions.

Hey, I'm still me though, so I was doing plenty of protesting. So much
so that Spike said he'd never have expected that a Slayer of all
people would be such a baby. That got me good and riled I can tell
you; what can I say? Sometimes I still get all worked up when he
refers to me as `Slayer'. Guess I still have a Jones for being treated
like a normal girl. I was sure that even as a `normal' girl I'd give
Spike a run for his money, he wouldn't get any yelping or pleading out
of me, no Sir. I was tougher than he thought, Slayer or not. I kept my
mouth shut at the time though because I was enjoying our play so much.

Just yesterday was when I did something that wasn't the most sensible.
Ok, ok, I admit it was something stupid; really, really stupid! I
took a compound that I knew would take away my Slayer powers. And why?
To prove a point to a goddamned smug faced vamp. Maybe that sounds
harsh – but what he's about to do to me is about as harsh as it gets
so I don't really care at this moment.

I stand in the centre of the crypt, my arms crossed over my stomach
and with a (probably very unattractive) look of `huff' on my face.
When Spike comes up from downstairs goose bumps rise all over my skin
and my stomach does a nauseating little dance. I want to run but as
ever I'm being stubborn. Too stubborn to run, too stubborn to take
this gracefully!

"It's a good job for you that you are on time." His voice cuts into my
thoughts. "This is going to be hard enough without extras for
tardiness. Have you thought about what you've done Buffy? Do you have
anything to say to me?"

I shrug, petulant look still in place. No way can I bring myself to
apologise even if I could stop being stubborn long enough to consider
whether I should.

"Obviously you need a little help to loosen that tongue. You know why
you're here Buffy and you can take that look off your face RIGHT NOW!"

I jump at the change of tone. Quickly I make my face as blank as I can
but I'm not able to meet his eye.

"That's better." He says taking me by the arm and leading me to the
ladder down to his cavern bedroom. I descend slowly but he tells me to
get a move on. Before I know it I'm downstairs and he has me by the
arm again. Once he's sat himself on the bed and I'm standing in front
of him he lets go.

"Tell me why you're here Buffy."

Goddamnit – can't he just get on with it? Does he HAVE to make me speak?

"Because I took a compound that took my powers away, provoked you into
playing and didn't tell you about the effects."

"You did. And that is very, very naughty behaviour." The description
of `naughty' to a fully grown woman should make me laugh but it
doesn't. It makes me downright nervous.

"And what happens to naughty little girls Buffy?" he asks. Man is he
pushing it! I can't bring myself to say the words he wants. Seems
stupid I know, I mean they're just words for god's sake but my tongue
seems to swell in my mouth blocking speech.

CRACK

He's reached forward and smacked the back of my leg.

"What happens to naughty girls?" he questions again.

"They get spanked." I mutter, my face flushing (which is ludicrous
considering some of the positions he's seen me in). I immediately feel
a throb between my legs – this is going to be a long night!

"That's right." He says a hint of glee to his voice. "So come here and
get yourself over my knee."

Bastard! Making me position myself! It doesn't happen though; I find
I'm rooted to the spot. With a pointed sigh Spike grabs my arm and
pulls me across his knee. My upper body is supported by the bed, my
toes touching the floor on the other side of his legs. Four or five
hearty slaps assault my ass as he reprimands me.

"When I tell you to do something you do it immediately."

Man! They hurt and this is just starting! Also, I still have my jeans
on. I refuse to think about what this will feel like with no protection.

The spanking begins quickly and he wastes no time in baring my bottom
either. I had hoped that he'd at least warm up through my jeans but
apparently those first four or five are all I'm getting in the way of
warm-up. The first thing I really register is shock at the intensity
of the feelings he's creating. Each and every smack bites into me with
a force I wouldn't have thought possible just from someone's hand;
vampire or not!

I can't help myself, after about two minutes of solid spanking I begin
to squirm. Now what the hell is that about? I've always, always
managed to hold position and through far worse than this. It's a
complete surprise to me; not so for Spike. The bastard doesn't even
break rhythm when he clamps an arm around my waist, stopping me
wriggling completely off his lap. Before I know what's happening I'm
yelping! Actually yelping!

"Ow, ow ow!" flies out of my mouth of it's own accord. I try to clamp
my mouth shut but he wrenches another one out of me by moving up to
untouched skin at the top of my ass. And what do you know! The assault
on the new area actually kicks up my arousal a notch.

Suddenly it stops. I sigh with relief as his cool hand rubs gently
over my poor bottom. The relief is deceiving though. The longer this
respite goes on the more heat I can feel gathering in my ass. Maybe
he's finished I kid myself, I mean it was certainly harder than I
thought and he managed to get me squirming and `ow-ing'. Maybe he'll
decide I've learnt my lesson. Okay so yeah, taken leave of your senses
much Buffy?

Without warning the smacks begin to rain down again, only this time
it's worse. Remember what I was just saying about the heat building?
Makes things entirely not of the good when it starts up again! And
yup, you guessed it, almost straight away I'm squirming and yelping again.

"Stop that noise." He commands. "And what are you wriggling for? It
can be harder you know."

To emphasize his point he smacks me considerably harder, both on my
already flaming ass and the backs of my thighs. He ain't wrong, and
suddenly I'm even wondering what the hell I was wailing about a minute
ago. This is torture and it seems to be going on forever! The bastard
doesn't go back to how he was spanking before either. Nope, he keeps
at it just as hard.

Apparently my brain forgot to come along to the crypt today cos my
right hand suddenly flies back to try to cover my tender skin.

"Move it." It's almost matter-of-fact the way he says it and despite
everything I feel myself growing wet at his power over me.

I do, (move my hand that is) – I'm not that stupid. Two seconds later
though it's back again. With a sigh the arm around my waist grabs the
errant hand, holding it in an unnatural position, palm facing the
ceiling. He then proceeds to slap said palm just as hard as he has
been spanking, reprimanding as he does so.

"Keep this hand out of my way. I won't have disobedience!"

Mother fucker! I'd never have believed that one palm against another
could hurt so much. My hand tingles into numbness as he lets it go and
I quickly move it well out of the way.

I quickly forget my hand though as now I have a bigger worry. If I'd
thought my rear end was hot before, after that little break it's about
ready to combust! I fight the urge to squirm away as I contemplate
just how sore it will be when he resumes spanking.

I don't have to wait long. Blows begin to fall thick and fast again,
this time they give me a different surprise though. Now don't get me
wrong, they still hurt like hell but it's as if my ass is numbed
slightly, the new spanks are just absorbed into the overall, burning,
tingling sensation flooding my butt. This doesn't apply to the backs
of my thighs though – they didn't take as much beforehand and when he
moves there I know that but for that hand around my waist I'd be off
his lap like a rocket. As it is I manage to contain myself to a couple
of fierce yells.

Finally he stops. This time there is no cool hand rubbing my butt.
Instead he speaks to me.

"Stand up and go to the corner. Face the wall, hands on your head and
think about the fact that that was just your warm up. I'm going to
give you the biggest hiding of your life and I suggest you also think
about why I am doing this. Now move!"

Awkwardly I push myself up from the bed and his lap. My jeans and
panties are now around my ankles from all my wriggling and somehow I
know that pulling them up would be a bad idea. I shuffle to the
nearest thing to a corner down here and face the wall, hands on head
as he told me to.

The burning is still there and I try to take my mind off it by
fiddling with my ponytail. Bad idea! I don't even hear him approach me
and suddenly two vicious smacks land on my ass. They're followed
quickly by another half dozen as he reprimands.

"I can't believe your cheek! I did not say fiddle with your hair like
you don't care. I said hands on head!" He grabs my hands and roughly
shoves them further up, onto the top of my head then spanks again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." The words take me by surprise.

"Do it again and you will be. Now stand there and show me you're
thinking about what you've done by not fidgeting or fiddling! I am
watching you closely."

I find it incredibly hard not to fidget especially as the last thing I
want to think about is my current situation. After what seems like an
age of staring at the blank wall and occasionally worrying that he's
about to come and spank me for something he tells me to turn round.

It takes me all my effort not protest when I turn and see that he is
holding a leather paddle in his hand. I know that thing! It hurts like
hell, even when I'm at full strength – it's the stinginess of it.
Thankfully I keep my mouth shut. He sits on the edge of the bed and
motions me toward him with one finger. Swallowing, I stumble over,
jeans still around my ankles, which judging by his smirk he finds
pretty amusing. I just find it humiliating, which, yeah, is probably
what he intended damn him. I stop in front of him and look him in the
eye. He obviously doesn't like this minor show of defiance as I find
myself immediately yanked over his lap in the same position as before.

"Obviously that spanking hasn't made any impression at all on you." He
states. "Let's see what we can do with our friend the paddle."

Huh! His friend maybe. It's certainly no pal of mine.

I don't get much of a chance to dwell on this thought though as the
paddle swishes down as soon as I'm in position.

"Owwwww! Holy crap!!" I yell. Y'know, I said before that little breaks
let the heat build. But there was also numbness. Yeah well that
numbness doesn't stick around. Now my ass is on fire and this new
implement has the same effect as the first hard smack I received on
virgin skin, except multiplied!

"Stop that right now!" Spike says in the most authoritative voice I
ever heard from him. "Saying `Holy' is worse than cursing to me and
you will take this properly or you WILL regret it."

He accompanies the word `will' with a hard swat to my sit spot. It's
all I can do not to yowl again. As he continues I'm wriggling worse
than before within seconds. It doesn't make him hold back either. In
fact the more I squirm the harder he spanks. I'm starting to sweat now
and my breathing is all over the place. When is he going to stop? Is
he ever going to stop? Oh sweet mother of god I don't think I can take
this. Why did I ever take that compound?

"I'm sorry, ok!" I yell. "Stop it. Stop! I'm sorry."

Unbelievably he does actually stop. More believably it's only so he
can tell me off some more before he resumes spanking.

"You're not as sorry as you're going to be believe me! And don't you
dare tell me to stop. You were stupid and careless and I could have
really hurt you yesterday. I promised you you would pay for it and you
will. You'll also think twice before you ever do something like that
again. And finally, Buffy, I will decide when this is finished not
you. So don't ever tell me to stop again."

And there it is again. After the next couple of spanks the numbness
starts to set in. Not that it really helps, as before my ass still
burns but it does enable me to stop yelling and wriggling so much, at
least until he hits a `fresh' spot. After what seems like an age he
finally stops. I jerk slightly when his cold hand rests against my
burning flesh, first one cheek then the other. Then with a totally
unnecessary (and I might add – cruel) slap across the middle of my ass
he tells me to go back to the corner, hands on head as before.

I stand there quietly. No fidgeting occurring this time around, no
way! Just as I'm getting my breathing under control I hear an ominous
sound, well two actually. I hear a drawer open followed by the sound
of him slapping a leather belt against his hand. It's a sound that
never fails to make my knees weaken and moisture seep between my legs.
Even now, when I'm beginning to get how serious this situation is I
can feel the stirrings. It only gets worse when I hear the next
ominous sound, the unmistakable swish of a cane through the air. I can
feel him watching me and can picture perfectly the smirk as he sees me
jump at the sound. Seriously, what the hell was I thinking? And can I
take any more of this? I don't even have my powers to stop him myself,
we've never done punishment before. Will he even stop if I use my
safeword? I'm still trying to sort these thoughts out when his voice
sounds again. It makes me shudder with a mixture of fear and oddly,
lust. I'm truly in his control and apparently that is doing it for me!
That, and the content of his next sentence.

"Now Buffy. Turn around and come back over to the bed it's time for
the real punishment to start."

tbc..........

If you want more obviously – again, please review!!! *puts on big
puppy dog eyes*

Part 3 – Never been religious but Lord help me!!!!!!

I gulp as I hobble ungracefully back across the room to the bed. If my damn tongue weren’t so dry it was stuck to the top of my mouth I’d be pleading for all I was worth right now. Can I do this? Can I actually take more?

He looks at me sternly, smacking the belt against his open palm.

“Lie on the middle of the bed, hips on the cushions.” He commands.

“Please Spike. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” Hey, look at that, my tongue worked itself loose! Stupid tongue! I sound pathetic! “I can’t take any more. Really. I learned my lesson.”

“On the contrary Buffy. Not only ‘can’ you take more. You damn well WILL. Now move it. You won’t like it if I have to come get you, I promise you that.”

I try one more wide eyed pleading look at him but its only effect is to make him start moving towards me as if to fulfil his promise. I move so quick you’d think I had my powers back.

“Good choice.” He says as I adjust myself so that the pillows raise my ass.

There isn’t even a fraction of a second before that damned belt comes down on my ass. I manage not to cry out. My chin goes down towards my chest as I bury my face in the duvet. The belt is heavier than the paddle. It has that evil combination of a thuddy feeling followed closely by a sting. I feel the impact right into the muscles of my ass even as my skin tingles and stings.

I don’t even know how many more times he hits me, the sweating and heavy breathing start almost immediately. I have no concept of time I’m just trying to get through each blow as it comes.

He’s standing to my left and the wallops feel more concentrated on the right side of my ass. It’s getting really painful and again here we go, I’m yowling!

“Owwww, please owwww owwww!” I’m babbling now and my legs are kicking with a mind of their own. For a fraction of a second I almost consider asking him to move to the other side to even things out, or more accurately to give the right side a break. Of course that would be absolute lunacy and thankfully the thought doesn’t even make it from my brain to my mouth.

As if he can read my thoughts Spike does actually move to the other side and I almost sigh with relief. Uhuh, its only an ‘almost’ though. When the first blow lands, concentrated on the relatively untouched left buttock I shriek like a banshee. I lift my whole upper body from the bed my arms rigidly straight and my legs fold up from my knees my feet pulling towards my butt.

“You best get back down girl.” He says in such an incredibly strict voice that despite the fire in my ass I feel wetness seep between my legs. Amazing how his tone of voice can do that to me. This sudden kick of arousal does nothing to help me control myself though. In fact it’s harder to breathe properly and when I haven’t laid myself back down a few seconds later Spike acts. And lord help me it makes my groin twinge and gets me all the hornier.

“I said down!” He says shoving me flat with one hand on the back of my neck and the other slapping my legs down.

I honestly don’t know whether to groan with lust or cry with pain. As usual, I don’t get to ponder as he starts straight in again with the belt. I’m barely even conscious of the cries I’m giving now as I writhe and wriggle as much as I dare and he just goes on and on, showing me no mercy.

It suddenly occurs to me that I could maybe stop this if I cried. Surely he’d feel sorry for me then. I find I can’t though. It’s like there should be a switch in me that links pain and tears and it’s permanently stuck on off. Maybe it’s because I have to fight so much and roll with the punches. Maybe it’s because stubbornness is completely and utterly ingrained in me and I won’t show the weakness. Right now I don’t give a rat’s ass what it is, I just wish I could do it and make Spike stop. Yet strangely I know I won’t say my safeword, what does that say about me?

Finally he stops and I feel my whole body relax. I didn’t actually realise how taut every muscle in my body had been but I flop like a rag doll in my relief. I barely even react when his beautifully cool hand traces lightly over the welts that must have been left on my ass. I do react however when his hand slides ever so slowly between my legs.

“What’s this?” He exclaims as he encounters the slick evidence of my arousal. “Y’know Buffy. I was going to be kind and just give you ‘six of the best’ with the cane but I think you deserve much more than that. I’ve obviously gone to easy on you. Easy enough that you find this sexy. Is that how it is?”

“No!” I exclaim, knowing full well that nothing I say will change his mind about giving me more if he’s decided he’s going to, but feeling so desperate I have to try. Six I could just about handle cos I’d know we were just about done, but if he decides to just whale away I don’t know what I’ll do, there’ll be no target for me to aim for.

“Please. Please Sir. That isn’t it at all. I know I’m in trouble and it hurts plenty I promise you. I didn’t mean to……”

“To what?” He questions. “To get hot and randy like a dog in heat. To enjoy your punishment like the little pain slut you are?”

“I didn’t mean to get wet.” There, I said it embarrassing as it was. “I-It just happened. But I swear I’m not enjoying this I swear I’m learning my lesson.”

“Well, I must admit you sound contrite.” He muses. However he waits til he sees me relaxing to add. “But I cannot have you missing the point of this so I think a more liberal dose of the cane is definitely in order.”

I want to scream and holler and beg him not to but I know it won’t do any good.

“Yes Sir.” I mumble, forehead on my arms face buried in the bedding.

Next thing I’m really aware of is a swooshing sound followed by a crack like gunfire. Two seconds later a searing pain floods in a thin line right across the middle of my butt. My head immediately lifts and my teeth sink into my own arm in an effort to keep from screaming or moving off the bed. Two more equally hard strokes follow and I make whining noises as I bite again into my arm.

Then he gets really evil. I’d never have guessed but cane strokes don’t have to be hard to make an impact. He now proceeds to almost flick the cane over my whole ass. The strokes are fast and sting like merry hell on my inflamed ass. This probably wouldn’t hurt nearly so much if I hadn’t already been whupped good and proper – but trust me it hurts like hell with my backside in this state. What it does mainly is to increase the heat (yeah it actually is possible for my butt to get hotter I realise with shock).

Again I’m writhing and twisting as much as I think he’ll allow me, just enough that it’s not dangerous. Then the evil steps up another notch. He moves the damn thing to the top of my thighs, just below where my ass and legs meet and continues the vicious flicking. It’s actually impossible to describe how painful this is. The area hasn’t taken much which actually doesn’t work in my favour, it makes things worse!!! It burns, it stings, it drives me absolutely insane.

“Oh! You don’t like that do you Buff?” he chortles.

Yes he actually chortles at me. How can he chortle at a time like this? Oh right, yeah, cos he doesn’t have someone thrashing him to within an inch of his life!

“No! I don’t!” I yell. I’m not in control of any part of my body just now, least of all my mouth. “It hurts! Please please stop.”

“It’s MEANT,” in accompaniment to the word a hard stroke lands on my ass before he goes back to his previous activity. “to hurt. You’re a bad bad girl and you wouldn’t learn anything if it didn’t.”

I don’t have an answer to that. Even if I did it would probably come out half yelp half moan as his words, incredibly, kick my arousal up yet again.

When he stops I lie still. I feel spent, like we just had a marathon sex session. The only thing I can concentrate on is getting my breathing under control. He runs his hand over my ass, I don’t even really feel the coolness, my skin is paradoxically numb and extremely sensitive all at once.

“Good girl.” He says, taking me completely by surprise. “You’re taking this very well. I’m proud of you. My stoic little Slayer. Now, do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Yes!” I say shocked at how much my voice sounds like I’m sobbing, even if there are no tears. “I’m sorry!”

“Ok. Ok. I believe you sweetheart. But I have to make sure you remember so get yourself up and bend over the back of that chair over there.”

I look at him over my shoulder in despair. He can’t be serious can he?

“You’re doing well, don’t spoil it.” He warns. “Come on up with you.”

The fact that he’s being nicer in his words is completely cancelled out by the fact that he’s planning on continuing! Nevertheless, I do believe that he thinks I’ve learnt my lesson and that he’ll stop after this next bit. Just have to get through this, I’ll have my target in a minute, I can do this.

These thoughts in mind, I position myself as requested, I bend over the back of his high backed chair and grip the seat without him telling me. I’m familiar with the position but he still feels the need to boss me around some more.

“Good girl that’s right. Now, don’t you be moving your hands from the seat. You know what will happen if you do.”

Damn right I know and if I can help it he won’t have any excuse to use that cane on my hands.

“Now. To make sure your lesson is learned I’m going to give you six with each of the implements we’ve used today. Then we’re all done.”

Ok, eighteen. I can take that.

“First the paddle.” He announces.

I think this will be easier to take after the cane but boy am I wrong. I should have remembered that a new implement has it’s unique sensation and you just can’t say one is worse than another, it’s all to do with their individual feel and the way and place they strike. I gasp as he starts the six with the paddle. My hands grip the seat and I grit my teeth to get through but get through I do. One down two to go.

“Stay still.” He says to me unnecessarily as he goes to retrieve the belt. Well, maybe not entirely unnecessarily as that stern tone of command once again gets the ol’ juices flowing, I know better than to try to relieve the ache in my groin in any way though. If I can take these next two sets maybe he’ll give in and fuck me silly.

The six with the belt are delivered three from each side and they are delivered hard. With horror I suddenly realise that I must be absolutely dripping wet, the air that’s pushed forward when the belt swings brings the smell of my own arousal to my nose. Spike must be drowning in the smell, maybe he will play nice after. Finally those six are done. To my satisfaction I manage them without moving my hand even if I am owwing a bit now.

“Good.” He says, “now come over here and bend over the end of the bed. Can’t be having you clench that delicious little bum while I lay it on you with the cane now can we. Need to make sure you’re bent right over so you can’t.”

So over the end of the bed I go, now nearly bent double. I’m sure he has me at the bed again just to put sexual images in my head. I mean down here in his crypt bedroom where we’ve done such naughty wicked things, what else would I think of when confronted with the scene of many of our adventures. He effectively takes my mind of those kinds of shenanigans with his next statement though.

“Now Buffy. We’re nearly there, you’re getting six with the cane and this time I want you to count them out for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” I say, I really just want this over now.

Swish – CRACK

“Holy mother of……..One Sir.” I practically scream out. Thankfully he makes no comment on my use of the word ‘holy’ this time. Probably cos he knows what I just realised. I realised he was obviously holding back on everything so far but didn’t on that stroke. It feels like it’s burnt right down into my muscles way worse than any others today.

Two makes me lift my right leg and my toes stamp at the floor as I desperately try not to put my hand back to protect myself. But I manage the count.

I squeak out the count of three both feet now dancing and stomping as I grip the uprights of the foot of the bed desperately. I can’t think of anything but the fact that there’s only three left, which is what causes my next mistake.

The next stroke lands and I stupidly call out. “Three Sir!”

“Three again!” he mocks. “Right commendable of you Slayer to let me know you think you need extra. Now you make right sure that you count four next because even if that was accidentally miscounting on your part I can’t have you doing that.” So I have another three to take. I could kick myself, ‘cept I don’t need to because Spike’s going to make sure I pay for my stupidity.

I get through four and five admirably if you ask me, but the bastard really goes to town with six. It lands directly across the middle of my ass, harder than any before and I literally scream out the count.

“Good girl.” He says. “Now you stay right there. You’ve done so well that Spikey’s going to make it all better for you.”

I shudder and practically come as his cool tongue begins to lick my cane welts. He lingers at my asshole causing me to shudder and soak my thighs with juice. When he’s licked both sides amply he pushes my legs apart and his tongue goes to work between my legs.

“My, my we are messy.” He gloats. “guess I’ll have to clean you up before I check how well you’ve learned your lesson. Would you like that Slayer?”

“Mmm gggnnhh yes Sir!” I moan, deciding not to contemplate just now what he means by checking how well I learned my lesson. Long as he keeps doing what he’s doing I just don’t care!

TBC……..

Part 4 – Well, here’s what we’re both thinking.



It’s lucky I’m supported by the foot of the bed beneath my stomach because no way would my legs hold out with the (much more fun kind of) licking he’s giving me now. I’m racing towards a huge orgasm and much as I’m desperate for it, even I’m not green enough to think that I’ll be allowed it that easily. I’m actually amazed that I’m getting anything sexual at all considering this is punishment. Guess beating my ass got the kinky bugger (oh god thinking like him now!) good and horny. Confirmation that he isn’t going to go easy comes when he removes his mouth and roughly pushes two fingers inside of me. I’m so wet it’s not as if it hurts or anything but I moan loudly at the brutal thrust even as I feel myself clamp down on him.



The moan immediately prompts him to stop rubbing at my g-spot like he had been doing. I know he’s purposefully making sure I don’t come but that doesn’t stop the frustration.



“Please…” I beg, tightening my inner muscles round his fingers again and pushing back against his hand.



This earns me a sharp slap across the buttocks which lets be honest does nothing to calm me down.



“Best keep your mouth shut Buff.” He warns. “I don’t want to hear anything but moans of ‘I’m almost there’ pleasure from you. I’ll decide if and when I want you to beg. I don’t want to hear you complaining I’m not giving you enough either. Even if begging does sound mighty sweet coming from you.”



Oh God! That little speech makes the ache inside of me even worse especially as he’s making sure I know that nothing I do will influence how HE decides to play this. I don’t speak again but I can’t help but push back and moan. Spike just chuckles and starts to make circling movements, stretching my opening.



“Gonna open you up nice and wide. Y’know why that is don’t you Slayer?” He doesn’t wait for an answer which works for me as I’m incapable of giving one anyway. “That’s right, it’s cos I’m going to ride you good and hard. And y’know what else? I’ve still not decided if I’m going to let you get any pleasure whatsoever from it. Because I’m not sure you deserve it yet.”



Goddamnit, it’s always that mouth of his, one way or another, that he uses to torture me. I’m way lost in the moment now and I’m humping back at his hand like a total ho.



“What is it?” he says actually sounding concerned and stroking a hand down my back. “Does my horny little slayer want another finger?”



“Please, more, please f…..”



Ow! He cuts me off with a harsh slap to my still burning ass.



“The question was rhetorical Slayer. I take that little speech as a complaint that I’m not giving you enough and you know that’s not allowed, now don’t you?” Another two evil slaps finish off his speech.



I could cry from frustration. I need him inside of me RIGHT NOW! But I know for a fact that if I ask for it in any way he’ll just love the opportunity to deny me some more. A pathetic mewl escapes me prompting another slap from Spike. He knows good and well that the mewl is definitely complaining.



“That’s it!” he says. “You’ve been a bad bad girl. Endangering yourself cos you were feeling a little out of sorts because of a silly inconsequential little remark. Very bad girl. And you’ve still got the cheek to get me to try to pleasure you. On your back, on the bed now!”



Yeah I’m a goner, that particular command never fails to melt me completely. I swear if I wasn’t positive he’d half kill me for it I’d be bringing myself off right now! As it is, it feels like the hardest thing in the world not to touch myself. It would take less than five seconds to bring myself off, I’m sure of it, I’m so close. His tone of command and thorough punishment though have gotten me to that state of blind obedience that these games can produce. All I do is move on shaky legs, as quickly as possible to the position he wants me in.



When my bruised ass touches the bed I’m surprised at how sore the contact is. I silently pray that he won’t keep me this way long. The soreness subsides quite quickly and it makes me hopeful for a second. Then I realise that even a slight shift of my ass brings it back. God, I hope he doesn’t want to fuck me like this.



I turn my head to see him, now shirtless, coming toward me with four silk scarves. Looks like I won’t be able to try to ‘encourage’ him with a touch here and there even if I dared. Then he puts them to one side and climbs on the bed with an evil glint in his eye and a wicked smile. Oh yeah, I’m fucked!



I actually almost laugh at the look on her face when she sees the scarves. Though it doesn’t stop me noticing the fact that when she moves she unintentionally winces with the slightest movement of her well whipped arse. It gives me an idea actually and I put the scarves on the bedside table and climb onto the other side of the bed. I see her questioning look from the corner of my eye but don’t immediately acknowledge it.



I get myself comfortable lying on my back, I pull off my trousers allowing my dick to spring up, hard as nails, savouring the increase in her breathing. I lie back, bending my knees and anchoring my feet just wider than hip-width apart. I turn and look her in the eye.



“Climb on board.” I invite her. She looks at me like all her Christmases have come at once. Hah, soon change her mind about that. Predictably she climbs on top of me and settles with her face inches from mine.



“No Buffy.” I tell her in fake exasperation. “I want you to turn around so that you’re facing away from me, put your legs in between mine and lower yourself onto my dick.”



Yeah that’s right Slayer another new position for you – bet you didn’t think there were any left!



She does as she’s told and I get the dual reward of being able to see her beautifully coloured ass and the fact that because her legs are fairly close together between mine she feels just that delicious bit tighter round my dick.



“Good girl.” I force myself to say through gritted teeth at the marvellous sensation. “Now, pull your knees up so you’re squatting, it’ll give you some leverage and hold onto my knees, it’ll help you push yourself up and down.”



She wastes no time in beginning the movement and the view is magnificent. Not only do I get a great view of my own handiwork I also get to see my dick sliding in and out of her deliciously hot pussy. I can’t resist. Slapping the top of her ass I order her to go faster. I know the penetration must be deep for her here and the angle will mean I’m hitting her sweet spot. Best not spend too long like this! I know she’s capable of orgasm without clitoral stimulation but she damn sure isn’t going to get it right now.



I almost lose control completely when increasing her speed causes her to whimper with every contact of her smarting arse and my hips. Yeah it really must smart – poor baby! Serve her right! But those noises of discomfort are almost too much for me. I just love to hear her little whines. Just when I think I’m about to lose control and fire my load into her she snaps me back to ‘Master’ mode by doing something that she HAS to know is simply not acceptable.



“Put your hand back on my knee RIGHT NOW young lady.” I command. The intractable little wench had actually moved one hand from my knee to bring herself off all the quicker by rubbing her clit.



I accompany my order with a slap to her ass as I lean forward and unceremoniously lift her off me and shove her forward onto her knees – thank god for king size beds!



She’s on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed and I lean over her, grabbing a clump of hair I pull her head back so I can hiss in her ear.



“How dare you, you horny little slut? I thought you knew better than to touch yourself without permission. You want another caning? Is that what it is? Are you just trying to push my buttons?”



God! I almost cum when he grabs my hair and wrenches my head back. I love that raw kind of roughness from him as much as the controlled ‘Master’ type. And God the things he says. Within those few sentences he sends me from wild with lust, to ashamed for doing what I shouldn’t, to pitiful protesting.



“No, I’m not. I’m not trying to push your buttons I swear. Please, please don’t cane me again.” A tiny part of me pipes up with a ‘pathetic much Buffy’ but I tell it to shut up because I know I love this. “I lost control and I’m so so sorry. I swear it won’t happen again.”



“Who is in control here Buff?” he questions pulling harder on my hair. “Who gets to decide what exactly happens and when with this body?”



“You Sir. You.” I answer, my breathing erratic as he grips even tighter. “You’re in control. It was a slip I promise. Not again, I won’t do it again!”



“You have just done yourself out of any chance you had of getting a ‘happy’ as you put it.” He growls. “I’m going to fuck you senseless and you are going to show me that you have actually learnt your lesson by damn well controlling yourself while I fuck that sloppy little pussy of yours for as long as I like. Do you understand?”



“Yes Sir. I understand.”



“Then get on your back right now and spread those legs. Wide. Don’t make me take the cane to your inner thighs for disobedience.”



I don’t think I ever moved so fast in all my life.



He picks up the scarves and runs them through his fingers as he straddles me.



“A little test first I think.” He says. His words make me nervous – I never know what he is testing and what he expects of me and when there is ‘cane talk’ on the go that would make anyone nervous!



I’m surprised when he moves in and kisses me. It’s not the fact he’s kissing so much as the way he’s kissing that throws me for a loop. He kisses me slowly and gently and incredibly passionately. My whole body goes limp and my arousal grows to the point where I’m breathing heavily through my nose, not wanting the kiss to stop. God I want this man in any way he wants to take me. ANY way!



He pulls back and looks me in the eye.



“You haven’t lost sight of why we are doing this have you Slayer?” he questions. “You know we’re doing this because you endangered yourself and you worried me and I don’t ever want anything to happen to you.”



I can’t take the sincerity in his eyes and voice. My brain is too clouded with lust right now to even process the feeling behind his words let alone my emotional reaction to it. Instead I strain my head up towards him for another kiss.



He allows a very short kiss then pulls back. Feverishly I strain forward further desperate to feel his lips on mine again. He teases me. Moving in as if to kiss then moving back just as we’re about to meet. I don’t have the strength to pull him to me and he just keeps on teasing until I whimper.



“No complaining now.” He warns before kissing me swiftly and brutally then pulling back and holding up the scarves again as I pant beneath him, trying to see straight.



“Put your hands above your head.” He commands “Not together though. Place them out wide.”



I do as he asks and close my eyes waiting to feel the knots tighten around my wrists and my arms stretch as he secures me to the spokes on the headboard. It doesn’t happen though and before I have a chance to wonder why I feel his weight shift toward the end of the bed. I open my eyes to see him draping a scarf over each of my ankles, twisting my head I look out to each wrist and see he’s done the same up there. He catches te look of puzzlement on my face.



“Tying you up would be too easy luv.” He states matter of factly. “It wouldn’t be a test of your control and how much you want to please me for teaching you a lesson if you were restrained would it? You must restrain yourself. If any of these four scarves move from their current position because you have moved you’d better start praying luv!”



Eeeevil! The man is evil. I’m supposed to hold myself exactly like this while he fucks me? Surely it’s not possible! For the first time ever in our sessions I hope he doesn’t make me cum. I have no control over my body when that happens and this thing he calls ‘sub-space’ has me wanting nothing but to please him.



He’s not getting any gentler either. He promptly climbs on top of me and shoves his cock into me hard. I bite my lip to stop from crying out; then I bite it harder as he begins to fuck me. In a strange move for him he starts hard and fast (so hard I’m afraid I’ll lose the scarves just from the force of his fucking) but then he slows down and begins a slow and torturous rhythm.



“I love fucking you Buffy.” He says, eyes closed head thrown back as he slides in and out of me. “Even without Slayer strength your pussy is so hot and tight around me. The best thing is you can’t make me cum because you’re tight hole isn’t strong enough to squeeze it out of me. I’m completely in control of this fuck girl and completely in control of you. And you love it don’t you?”



“Y-yes Sir I do.” It comes out a squeak as he sensations are becoming pretty overwhelming, especially coupled with that mouth of his.



His eyes open and they hold mine as he fucks me excuriatingly slowly.



“I love you Buffy.” He states. I don’t know how to respond. I can’t say it back yet but after all we’ve been through lately it doesn’t make me uncomfortable like it used to. “You’re amazing. You don’t ever have to change yourself for anyone, least of all me. Do you understand me Buffy? Do you understand that it’s YOU I love. Your good parts your bad parts the whole package and I don’t want to you to endanger any part of that.”



I turn my head quickly using the pillow to wipe away the tear that is running from the corner of my right eye. He’s cracking through the wall I’ve had up. It started when he helped me after I wanted to end it all and I still don’t know exactly how to deal with it. I wish I could tell him what he wants to hear. I wish I could even give him a crumb but I’m scared that if I start to talk a whole flood of mixed up emotions will just spew on out.



He does care and I know he does by everything he’s done today. Sounds crazy huh? I know he cares because he hurt me and he’s controlling me and he’s not letting me get off, which is what we’ve always been about up to now. Don’t ask me how that little cerebral connection works it just does. He wouldn’t be doing any of this if he didn’t care. There is no way I’ll break position, I can at least give him obedience but just for a second I wish I could reach out and hold him, run my hand down his face.



She tries to hide the tear from me, silly girl. Not only do I see it I can smell the sweet salty water even as it wells up before she wipes it away. Strangely, it makes me happy. I’m certain I know the cause of it. Her feelings for me are moving closer to the surface and she doesn’t know how to handle it. But I’m getting through. She actually believes I care now. Believes that I’m capable of the emotions I tell her she creates in me. We’re on the same wavelength when we’re in these situations if at no other time. The other times will come though, it just takes…..well,…… time, and I have plenty of that!



That tear and the realisation it gives me make me want to tell her to forget the rules so she can touch me and make this two-sided. However, to stop this now would completely undermine what she’s getting from this. I tell her so.



“I saw that tear. You don’t have to hide it from me. And you don’t have to say anything you’re not ready to. I just want you to be sure of why I’m punishing you. I know what you’re feeling right now. Probably better than you do and you need time to adjust. I understand you. Enough men in your life have messed things up with you, I’m not going anywhere. I will continue to love you and worry about you until you know what you feel and how to say it – whatever it may be. So if you ever, ever do something like this again you can bet you will have another round of this. Sometimes you just need strict Spike to make you see some truths.”



I’ve been on the sub side enough in the past to know that if I stopped she’d feel she was wrong and that all I cared about was shagging. That my love didn’t extend to finishing off what I’d started and really proving to her that I cared enough to make sure she never hurt or endangered herself again. So, back to the script.



The twitch her hand tells me she wants to reach for me but again I don’t give in to our dual urges. Stick to the script Spike. I reach out and slap her breast. Ok she didn’t technically move but strict is what I promised her and strict is what she’ll get. It’s a warning.



“Don’t you be thinking about doing that girly. I said stay still while I take my pleasure.”



“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.” She sighs, visibly fighting the frustration that I’m purposefully causing. Giving her pleasure right now would belittle all the work so far so she can just damn well lie there and take it. Or better still, I can improve it for myself and frustrate her even more – sounds like fun to me!



Just when I think I’m actually going to cum despite the lack of real friction in certain necessary parts he stops. I have to force myself not to complain or beg him not to stop but I manage it.



“Ok forget the scarves.” He says, “You did very well there Buffy. I’m impressed, well almost. You almost moved and I think I’d like to underline how serious the situation is so now I’m going to fuck you in a way that well let you know exactly who’s boss.



Oo, doggie style. My brain immediately fires.



It’s wrong though. Telling me to leave my hands where they are so he can see them he lifts my legs up and together. Then, in one fluid movement puts a pillow under my butt and enters me as he rests both legs on his left shoulder. I know what he’s doing. He’s making me feel tighter by holding my legs together and also making sure that I can’t actually get to my clit even if I lost my senses and dared to defy him.



Immediately he begins thrusting fast and hard, his hands running up and down my legs leaving goosebumps in their wake as he slams into me. My head is thrown back as my frustration grows and my whole pussy seems to be on fire as well as on the brink of spasming into ecstasy. Then it gets a whole lot more desperate for me, he starts talking again. That rough raw talk that makes me blush in everyday situations but stokes my fire good with his dick inside of me.



“That’s it Buffy. You like me fucking your wet hole? Does it make you hot? Does it make you tremble? You’re like a dirty little animal in heat aren’t you? You love having my cock shoved up your tight little fuck hole good and hard. Want me to fuck you harder? Faster?”



I nod my head, incapable of speech once more.



“Tough.” He answers, slowing his pace dramatically. “I’ll decide how much cock you get and how fast Slayer and you will just lie there and take it. And not only that but you’ll like it. You love it don’t you?”



The final question prompts another pick up in speed and I can feel my pussy beginning to pulse around him as he slams into me again and again. I’m sweating, my pulse is racing, my breathing is incredibly erratic and I’m so so just about there when I feel a familiar cold flooding inside of me.



I look up to see Spike gripping my calves his eyes closed in ecstasy as he gives his last shuddering thrusts spurting his load into me. I can’t believe it. It seems so unfair. I was good. I did what I was told and he just came without me. What am I going to do? I’m ready to explode. My pussy actually feels like it is having a mini orgasm all by itself inside and out it is throbbing and hot. The pulsating is unbearable and it just falss short of what I need, I cannot stand it if this is all I’ll get.



Withdrawing Spike lies next to me and breathes deeply as I squirm in agitation.



“What’s up Slayer? Got an itch that needs to be scratched?” He chuckles.



“N-not if I don’t deserve it.” I manage to stutter out. Wanting to touch myself but afraid to. One because of Spike and two because I’m scared if I touch a bit that’s too sensitive I’ll cum but not nearly hard enough. Needn’t worry though cos it looks like my response to him was exactly what he wanted.



His dick is still hard despite his recent load shooting and before you can say Robert’s my dad’s brother he’s on top of me. He shoves my legs up and out, my favourite position and pushes in hard.



Five quick thrusts accompanied with hard clit rubbing is all it takes before I’m there and oh boy am I there. I feel my legs draw in and clamp to his body as the waves roll over and over me. He doesn’t stop when I start loudly moaning and screaming. He just keeps pulling and pulling them from me.



My voicebox actually hurts from the screaming when he sends me into an amazing climax of my climax’s with a slap to my ass as he gives his final order.



“That’s it come all over my big cock my naughty naughty girl.”



Apparently my screaming sent him over the edge and he spills again as I begin to come down in a panting sweating heap. We cling to each other as we roll onto our sides and wait for our bodies to return to normal. For once, I’m the first to speak.



“Thank you.” I say to him, eyes locked on his hopefully conveying all the other things I can’t say or even be certain that I feel. “Really. Thank you.”



He grins before leaning in to kiss me.



“No problem.” He replies pulling back. “You just need someone to keep you in line now and again.”



A wink.



“Uhuh?” I say. “Well maybe it’s not just me that needs to be kept in line. I think you let me cum because you felt slightly guilty about something. Isn’t that right Spikey?”



Uh-oh. Busted.



“Did you think I didn’t work out why you licked my ass after you caned me?”



“Don’t know what you’re talking about Slayer.”



“Liar!” I say with a grin. Amazing how relaxed I feel after these sessions. Punishments over and I feel better for it believe it or not. I can also get away with teasing him too.



“You know good and well those last two strokes cut me and that’s why you licked. To close them up cos you knew there was no slayer healing. Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t actually mind. These things happen……but……I know how you pride yourself on being in control of the damage you cause. Now don’t you think that when I get my powers back a little switch of positions might be in order. Y’kknow just to make sure you don’t feel guilty about it? It’s been a while since you let me punish YOU for a change.”



I watch him anxiously as he mulls this over. I’m never sure when he’ll go for this.



She’s actually right. I do feel guilty cos I know I’m better than that and it HAS been a while since we switched. And judging by the reaction down below it’s been too long.



“Deal.” I say and watch her face light up.



After all Domme Buffy is just plain hot.



“Next Tuesday suit you?” he says. Oh yeah suits me fine. After all Spike is such a good little subbie and well, it’s just plain hot. Now I really can’t wait to get my powers back!



THE END



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