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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..........
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pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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