Summary: Spike just can’t work out what’s gotten into Buffy and Buffy’s no help at all!
Disclaimer: I do not own the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel (The Series). All of the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, et al.
A/N: For the purposes of this story Giles came back after Buffy was resurrected, moved back into his old apartment and did not go back to Britain at the end of Tabula Rasa. Everything else is normal Season 6 after Gone but before As You Were.
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Chapter 8
"Buffy," said Spike gently but firmly. "Do you know why I spanked
you?"
"Cos you're mean!" Buffy said in her best `duh' voice.
"No sweetheart. I mean do you remember what happened before I
spanked you?"
"Yes. You got mad in the kitchen and I said `please don't spank me'
cos I didn't know what I'd done but you did anyway."
Spike sighed and opened his mouth to speak but Buffy wasn't finished.
"Cos you're mean." She added sullenly.
"Buffy, come and sit on the sofa so I can talk to you please." Spike
said trying to keep a hold on his patience.
"No." Buffy refused. "You'll spank me again." This was exactly what
Buffy actually wanted to happen but she couldn't let Spike know
that, he'd guess what was going on. She had really enjoyed the
spanking though, the heat from her bum had gone straight to her
groin putting her in the mood for a good deal of teasing.
"I'm not going to spank you Buffy." Spike said.
"Meanie." She said sticking her tongue out at him. "You're a meanie
and a liar! And I'm not doing what you say!"
"Buffy if you don't get your butt over here and let me talk to you I
bloody well will spank you. Spank you good and proper cos now you're
just being naughty and you know it. So unless you want another,
harder, bottom warming I think you better sit down."
Buffy sighed petulantly and made a great show of flinging herself
onto the sofa, as far away from Spike as she could get. She crossed
her arms and turned her head away from him.
"Buffy!" Spike said warningly.
"I'm not being naughty!" she protested "I'm on the sofa!"
"Buffy Anne Summers, turn your head around right now so I can speak
to you properly."
A smirk threatened to blossom on Buffy's face at Spikes use of her
full name and his obvious frustration with her. She quickly hid her
mirth and with another theatrical flounce turned herself round on
the sofa so that she was facing Spike one leg bent at the knee
laying flat on the sofa the other hanging over the side.
"Buffy, I'm sorry I spanked you luv but sometimes even grown-ups get
scared and when that happens they don't always think too clearly
about what they are doing. Do you understand me poppet?"
Buffy actually almost melted right there and then, it was
unbelievably sweet to hear Spike dealing with what he thought was a
six year old. And calling her poppet was just too darn adorable.
Her first intention when she'd decided not to tell him that she had
been fully restored was to tease the hell out of him. To her
surprise she realised she quite liked him being kind and
understanding with her.
Their relationship had always been based on snarking at one another,
trying to get one over on each other and the heat had always come
from their almost indecent ability to irritate the hell out of one
another.
"Buffy," Spike snapped her out of her reverie. "Do you understand
what I said honey?"
"Yes Mr.Spike." Buffy replied regarding him thoughtfully. Maybe
there was more fun to be had than just getting him to spank her
again.
"Ok. Then you must see why you shouldn't scare grown-ups like that."
Buffy nodded solemnly, trying to keep a straight face, as wicked
ideas for torturing Spike ran through her head. "Yes Mr. Spike I
understand and I won't do it ever ever again!"
"Good girl." Spike beamed at her. "So, are we friends again flower
pot?"
Buffy's brow crinkled as she seemed to consider this.
"Don't you want to be my friend Buffy?" Spike asked cajolingly.
"Well, I have to think about it carefully." Buffy said. As she had
been speaking she had been toying with the hem of her dress. Looking
up at the ceiling and sighing heavily she pretended to be
considering the offer of friendship.
Without changing her thoughtful _expression at all she pulled the hem
of the dress up to her mouth and began to chew on it. When there was
no immediate reaction from Spike she pulled both feet up onto the
sofa and bent her knees, making sure Spike was getting a good look
at her underwear.
Bingo! A choking sound came from Spike and he shoved her legs
together and pulled her round so she was sitting properly on the
sofa. Positioning a look of utter puzzlement on her face she finally
looked at Spike. She almost couldn't speak for fear of letting forth
gales of laughter. Spike was practically sweating, trying not to
look at her and his face was beet red.
"What's wrong Mr.Spike?" she asked innocently
"Nothing luv. Just little girls in pretty dresses shouldn't sit
certain ways and………I – I-……" At a loss, Spike resorted to the good
old `change the subject' tactic. "Are we friends again then pet?"
"Ok!" Buffy beamed and leapt at Spike as she had earlier. She
straddled his legs but this time purposefully pushed herself hard
against his groin. Her hands were on the back of the sofa penning
him in. She leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips, smiling
internally as she felt him harden further every second that she was
atop his lap.
Again, Spike quickly moved her back on his knees avoiding looking
her in the eye as he took deep breaths to steady himself. Buffy was
not put off in the slightest but she couldn't let him know that. She
simply repeated the action of bringing the hem of her dress up to
chew on it, as if puzzled by Spikes reaction to her kiss.
She was sure she heard him mutter something under his breath that
sounded like `bloody killing me here'. That's the kind of thing she
was looking for! Now what else could she do to make him have that
kind of reaction?
It came to her instantly and she knew it would work a treat. She
jumped off Spikes knee and promptly turned around and bent over in
front of him. Her intention had merely been to move the coffee table
out of the way in order to carry out her plan.
However, when she felt a breeze whisper across her upper thighs and
heard a strangled gasp from Spike an impish grin spread across her
face. She bent a little lower, causing the dress to ride up even
higher and wiggled her ass as she play-acted struggling to push the
table aside.
"B-Buffy." Spike stuttered. "What are you doing luv? Leave the table
alone and come here."
"No. I need to move it. I need to show you something cool." Buffy
said wiggling her ass just a little more for effect.
"Oh bugger! Really Buffy, stop it now." Spike said through gritted
teeth, unable to take his eyes from the glimpse he was getting of
her luscious ass.
Buffy gasped and looked up at him over her shoulder. "Mr Spike! You
said a bad word!" Her brief look at him told her that her teasing
was getting to Spike the way she'd hoped. So, without further ado
she pushed the table out of the way saying, "See, all done!"
Sitting down on the floor facing Spike, Buffy placed her legs flat
on the floor and opened them wide.
"I gotta stretch first." She informed him.
Spike closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. Again he had a
direct view of her thong and try as he might he couldn't banish
images of what lay beneath it. How it tasted, the screams he could
rip from her with skilful manipulation of it in so many ways. Ways
that pervaded his thoughts, battering at his defences. He had to get
himself away from her long enough to ease the tension and he had to
do it soon.
"Watch me Mr.Spike!" Buffy demanded.
"Sorry, luv." Spike said forcing himself to open her eyes and look
at her.
Buffy stood up and moved to the far side of the room before doing a
cartwheel in front of Spike. The loose fitting dress fell down with
gravity, giving Spike a view of her body, almost to her breasts.
His cock throbbed as he watched the beautiful sight of her toned
muscles shifting through the movement.
Buffy decided the effect wasn't big enough and when she'd finished
the cartwheel she turned smartly and did a forward walkover segueing
directly into a left leg leading splits.
"Aren't I clever?" she asked innocently. "And look what else I can
do." Turning her body, with her legs still in position she faced
him, her legs in full split either side of her.
The display of flexibility, gave Spike a whole new bunch of memories
to torture himself with. He saw her on her back, him shoving her
legs almost as wide as they were just now and holding them there as
he plowed into her.
"Yes pet…..Lovely…….you're very……. erm clever. Say! How about some
more of that chocolate ice-cream?" Spike said desperately trying to
clear his mind of lustful thoughts and visions. Right now he'd take
Giles' wrath due to missing ice-cream over Buffy deciding to show
off more of her `skills'.
"Actually Mr.Spike," Buffy said. "My tongue feels like it wants a
lollipop to lick and suck at. Nice and slow so it lasts a long, long
time."
When Spike didn't immediately answer Buffy thought maybe that last
sentence had given her away. That she hadn't sounded childish
enough, that she'd been to blatant. One good look at Spike's face
told her different.
For the millionth time today Spike's eyes were screwed tight shut
and a look of total pain was plastered across his features.
Evidently her words had been so effective that he didn't have a
chance to even notice exactly how she'd said it.
`Oh yeah!' Buffy thought suppressing her giggles. `This is so
much fun!'
Chapter 9
Buffy jumped up from the floor and stood before Spike, tugging at
the front of his clothing until he opened his eyes.
"Can I have a lollipop Mr Spike? Can I?" Buffy asked bouncing up and
down in front of him excitedly. She instantly noticed how his eyes
were drawn to her chest.
That was an advantage she hadn't counted on. Her bouncing had purely
been to emphasise her `kiddiness' after her near-slip. Boob
jiggling wasn't intentional but she could definitely work with it.
"Give me one Mr. Spike, please." She said, puppy eyes in place. She
only realised the double meaning of her words when she saw Spike
shiver. All to the good, she bounced harder as she spoke again.
"Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop!" she repeated, making sure Spike got
a good jiggling eyeful with each word.
Spike was really suffering; impossibly it was like his cock got
harder with each wiggle of Buffy's breasts. He couldn't help but
feel that if this went on much longer he'd mess up his pants; either
by bursting the zipper with his steel-like erection or by exploding
and drenching them with his sticky cum. Neither option was a welcome
prospect with a kiddy-fied Buffy present.
"Buffy stop it!" he snapped, just about at his wits end and not able
to take another second of the tantalising display she was subjecting
him to.
He instantly regretted having raised his voice to her and was almost
afraid to look at her face. He didn't want to see her crying again,
especially not because of him. He was relieved to find, when he did
look, that although Buffy was sporting an almighty pout, she wasn't
crying.
Buffy had actually only just managed to replace her self-satisfied
grin with the pout before Spike looked at her. She knew straight
away that his look of relief was because she wasn't crying and felt
a momentary twinge of guilt.
The guilt passed quickly when she realised that his eyes had
travelled from her pouting lips to back to her chest as if
magnetically drawn there. To his credit his eyes almost immediately
flicked away and she had to admire his self-restraint. His obvious
lust however, only incited her to tease him more. Hell when had she
ever gotten into a sexual situation where she didn't want to drive
him crazy with lust? It made the sex so much better.
Licking her lips slowly Buffy looked up at Spike, an alluring
mixture of innocence and temptation.
"See Mr. Spike!" she grinned "my tongue is peeking out cos it needs
a lollipop to lick."
She made a point of her tongue and allowed it to rub quickly back
and forth across her top lip. She relished the look of horror on his
face and the way his eyes went wide.
"N-no. No lollipops." Spike stuttered "Too much sugar in lollipops.
They-they're bad for your teeth. How about erm, how about some……ice
cream? Yeah more ice cream."
Buffy fixed Spike with a critical stare. Inside she was laughing fit
to burst. Now he wasn't making any sense at all. She had him so
flummoxed! She hadn't had so much fun in a long time. Turning on a
dime she decided to give Spike a side of her he rarely got.
"Please Mr. Spike. Please, please!" she turned on her best puppy dog
eyes.
Spike shifted uncomfortably in the face of her pleading. It wasn't
her fault he couldn't keep his mind out of the gutter. All the kid
(and she was a kid – he reminded himself) wanted was a lollipop. He
looked at her looking at him, tongue still popping out, and knew in
that instant that he just couldn't watch her with a lollipop again.
"How about some more of that ice cream then?" he asked desperately.
Buffy opened her mouth to point out that ice cream was no better
than lollipops, teeth-wise. She closed it again quickly when she
remembered what was in Giles' freezer with the ice cream.
"Ok." She said with a wide grin.
Spike eyed her a little suspiciously, but decided not to rock the
boat. If she was going to be good, and quiet and most importantly of
all `still' who was he to stand in the way of her?
They went into the kitchen and headed for the freezer.
"Hey hold your horses!" Spike exclaimed as Buffy barged past him and
flung the door of the freezer wide. His exclamation didn't stop her
for a second as she delved in, bypassing the ice cream and yanking
out something which Spike couldn't see.
Backing away from him she held her recently retrieved treat behind
her back.
"Buffy what have you got there?" Spike asked, perplexed by the sound
of rustling paper that was coming from behind her back.
"I don't know what you mean Mr. Spike." Buffy said, the picture of
innocence as her hands continued to work at the wrapper behind her
back. She wanted it ready to eat when she brought it out. Didn't
want the impact to be spoiled by Spike seeing what she had before
she could get it into her mouth.
"Give it to me Buffy." Spike said advancing towards her as she
continued to back away. "I said you could have ice cream, and that's
all you can have young lady. So whatever you have, hand it over."
"Nu-uh!" Buffy shook her head, laughing.
"Buffy I mean it. Do as you are told for once, I won't have you
defying me like this. Give it to me."
"Nu-uh!!" Buffy repeated, her grin getting wider.
"Buffy! Do you want me to smack your bottom again?"
Buffy was suddenly torn. Strange as it was (like everything else
that had been going on the past few hours wasn't strange!) she'd
immediately found she really enjoyed him spanking her over his knee.
The question she faced now was what did she want more? To put into
practice her next plan for shameless teasing? Or to get him to spank
her bottom until she squirmed.
"Well Buffy, is that what you want?" Spike interrupted her thoughts.
Slowly she backed towards the trash and silently deposited her
frozen treat there. That could wait she decided, Giles had plenty
more, she could get back to that plan later. Pulling herself up to
her admittedly somewhat vertically challenged, full height, she
thrust her chin out in defiance. She stuck her tongue out and
waggled it before saying.
"I don't have anything." And she showed him her empty hands. Now for
the icing on the cake. "Besides, I'm not scared of you Mr. Spike,
you spank like an old lady!"
"I-I…..you little….I…WHAT?!" Spike spluttered unable to believe what
the little brat had just said.
"A VERY OLD lady." Buffy qualified with a grin before making to dart
past the apoplectic vampire.
She didn't make it, but then again she hadn't really planned to.
Spike seized her by the arm as she passed him and marched her out
into the living room.
The arm he had seized was held above her head, keeping her in place
as he delivered a couple of stinging swats to her behind as they
went.
Once they reached the sofa he wasted no time turning her over his
knee, enraged further by the fact that as he pulled her down Buffy
let out a giggling "Whee!"
"I'll give you bloody whee!" Spike ranted. "Old lady? Let's see what
your bottom says to that after I'm through with you."
Buffy continued to giggle as Spike laid the first few spanks on,
which just exhorted him to greater efforts.
"You naughty," SPANK SPANK
"naughty," SPANK SPANK
"naughty" SPANK SPANK
"little girl." SPANK SPANK.
"You WILL," SPANK SPANK SPANK
"learn to do as I tell you." SPANK SPANK SPANK
"And not cheek me." SPANK SPANK SPANK.
The spanking and the lecturing went on as Buffy felt a flood of
juices between her legs. She'd stopped giggling, the spanks were
really starting to sting and tingle and burn now.
As Spike continued to tan her hide she started to squirm over his
lap trying to get her clit into contact with something, anything.
Suddenly Spike stopped spanking. Buffy was confused but after a few
seconds respite she felt Spike flip her dress up. `Oh wow!' she
thought `he knows I'm wearing a thong, I'm about to get a bare assed
spanking. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.'
Meanwhile Spike's mind was whirring. The break in the spanking had
been caused because he'd had the sudden unpleasant shock of smelling
Buffy's arousal.
His first thought had been that her body was reacting without the
input of her mind. However he quickly realised that she had been
shifting to try to get herself off. Putting that quickly together
with other little clues from the way she had been speaking and
behaving since the spell Spike quickly came to the correct
conclusion.
Most of the really bad behaviour she'd displayed had happened after
the spell. The little wench was herself, and she was playing with
him!
Well, two could play at that game, he decided as he flipped her
skirt up to continue the spanking and started to plan exactly what
to do with the Slayer.
Chapter 10
Spike resumed spanking the errant Slayer with a good deal of gusto,
pleased to find that after a while Buffy stopped squirming and just
took the blows. The scent of her pleasure however, just kept
increasing, confirming to Spike that all of his assumptions had been
correct.
After about another twenty hard wallops Spike stopped spanking the
now limp fibber. Buffy stayed across his lap feeling very strange
but undoubtedly extremely turned on. Maybe she should just come
clean so they could get to the really good stuff.
Spike lifted her from his lap and stood her in front of him.
"You were very bad just now Buffy." He said, displaying an
outrageously convincing poker face. "You have to mind me."
"I'm sorry Mr.Spike." Buffy replied, trying to keep the `dreamy'
look elicited by the spanking and the excitement off her face.
"Well you punishment isn't over yet. You made me very angry Buffy. I
don't even want to look at you right now. Go and stand in the corner
and think about what you've done and what your spanking has taught
you. I'll tell you when I think you've had long enough to realise
what a bad girl you are and we'll see if you really are sorry then."
Strangely Buffy found herself obeying and actually feeling a little
ashamed of herself as if she really were being told off. Part of her
brain was screaming `Where's the fun in standing in the corner?'
Another part (the one that had pushed for and enjoyed the spanking)
was saying `Just do as he says. This is a different kind of fun.
Besides, it gives you more time for the planning.'
Buffy could feel Spike's eyes boring into her as she stood.
Disconcertingly, it gave her the need to squirm. It seemed like she
had been standing there aware of Spike's intense gaze forever. In
reality it was less than five minutes, but Buffy just couldn't stand
the suspense any longer. Was he going to smack her again? Was he
going to go all nice guy again? She had to know.
"I'm going to be a good girl now I promise. Can I come out now?" she
asked in her best `innocent' voice.
In one step Spike was directly behind her, he too had been planning
his revenge. And of course admiring the sight of the Slayer standing
with her nose in the corner. However, her voice woke him up
immediately.
CRACK! CRACK!
His hand landed once on the back of each knee, making the Slayer
dance at the pain in the surprisingly sensitive area as he
admonished her.
"I told you, you have to stay there until I say so. I don't even
want to look at such a bad little girl and you obviously haven't
even been doing what I said and thinking about your naughty ways.
Maybe your bottom's not sore enough. I'll give you a little longer
to think on that then we'll see what's necessary."
He turned to walk to the kitchen and smirked as he heard her shift a
little and smelt her scent becoming even stronger.
Buffy could feel that he'd walked away. She couldn't believe how
turned on she was. Her face flushing crimson she collapsed slightly
to lean on the wall to her right.
CRACK! CRACK! Back of her knees again.
Spike must be psychic! Or he'd heard her slouch and used that damned
vamp speed and stealth to sneak back up and deliver those two.
"Stand up straight!" he barked "Now I have to go make a quick phone
call. You stand up properly until I get back. I'll be watching you."
That last bit sent a shiver down her spine. Again Buffy found
herself obeying, but not without thinking `Oh you are so gonna pay
for this buster!'
Spike went into the kitchen and dialled the Magic Box. As he
listened to the ringing tone he peeped round the corner to make sure
Buffy was standing still and hadn't moved to try to eavesdrop.
Satisfied he turned his attention to the phone which Giles had just
picked up at the other end.
"Giles?" he whispered "Just wondering what the status was with the
spell mate…….No I can't speak up, actually that's what I was calling
about…….Yeah listen when that crystal is ready could you give me a
ring before you do it again?......No I bloody well am not `up to
something'" Spike fumed and lied. "Listen I don't have to be here
mate!"
Spike checked furtively round the corner to see if Buffy was still
where she should be. His voice had raised more than he had intended
and he made a concerted effort to control it and himself as he began
to speak again.
"The reason I asked you to call first is because the poor little
mite is asleep. Think It's all been a bit much for her……..Well, no I
just don't want her to be woken up by it, especially if it doesn't
work, might frighten her………yeah, yeah, just let me know and I'll
wake her up before you try it. Ok, ok see ya."
Spike hung up the phone; mission accomplished! Obviously he wasn't
sure what effect repeating the spell might have on the already
restored Buffy but he WAS concerned that it'd be bad.
Giles had said they were looking for other spells, so they wouldn't
be home any time soon, and now they'd be sure to call before they
tried anything else that may have an adverse effect on the slayer.
Let the games commence!
"Buffy darling." Spike came out of the kitchen and ensconced himself
on the sofa. "Do you think you've learned your lesson now? Are you
ready to be a good girl?"
"Yes Mr. Spike." Buffy said, displaying her obedience by keeping her
nose to the corner.
"Ok sweetheart." Spike said, taking advantage of the opportunity to
use as many terms of endearment as possible while she couldn't let
her mask slip and tell him not to. "Come over here for a moment."
Buffy turned, pasting the most contrite look she could muster onto
her face. "I AM sorry Mr.Spike." She said, as she walked over to him.
"And I'm sorry for having to spank you so hard luv." Spike said
pulling her down to sit sideways on his lap.
Buffy immediately started squirming. Spike wasn't sure if she was
attempting to squirm her way closer to his groin with the intention
of teasing some more, or whether her reddened bottom was the cause
of her wriggling.
"What's up sweetie?" Spike asked in syrupy tones as he stood her up.
He gently rubbed her covered bottom as adults do when a child has
fallen and gotten a bump or bruise. "Are you sore honey?"
Buffy smiled inwardly, the brief rub on her sore bottom had given
her an idea. Spike had stopped it abruptly, probably ashamed even
though her bum was covered, she surmised. Well she was sure she
could take his embarrassment up a notch or two.
"Uhuh!" she nodded, lip jutting out. "It's sore."
Turning her back she pulled her skirt up so that Spike had a close
view of her ruddy backside. Looking over her shoulder she saw Spikes
face take on a look of utter shock as he gulped hard. Stopping her
own grin before it started she bent at the waist a little, and still
looking over her shoulder to watch his reaction, asked Spike's
opinion.
"Is it very red Mr. Spike?"
"Yes luv." Spike said, fighting to keep the pride out of his voice
(well she had asked for it), and to keep from adding `and it'll be a
good deal sorer if you keep this teasing up.'
"Maybe you should put your hands on it," she innocently
suggested, "cos they're always so cold, they would cool it down."
`Bloody little minx!' thought Spike. `She's incorrigible. Right then
pet, won't be expecting this will you?'
"Ok…….but…….but just for a second though." He said, laying on
the `indecision' in his voice as thickly as he could, before placing
his hands gingerly, as if nervous, on her bottom and simply holding
them there. He wanted to knead and squeeze and generally cop a
decent feel of her ass. But he had a game plan here and he's smelt
her arousal increase the second he'd made physical contact. He
rubbed gently, just to work her up a little further. Delighting in
the almost imperceptible change in her breathing.
Abruptly he pulled his hands away. "That better petal?"
"No!" Buffy said pouting and stomping her foot. "It still hurts.
But….." a wicked grin lit up her face and although Spike knew he was
holding the cards here he couldn't help but be a little nervous. "I
know what will make it better!"
"And what would that be?" Spike asked, genuinely a little worried
but also curious as to what she was up to now.
Without warning Buffy scampered off into the kitchen and was back in
front of him in an instant. Quickly, she tore the wrapper off what
appeared to be a popsicle. When it was uncovered Spike was surprised
to see it was white and creamy looking.
This was a British popsicle called `Mini-Milk' he noted from the
wrapper. Watcher sure did have a sweet tooth, must have had them
sent over. He was fairly certain of what Buffy was about to do with
the ice-cream/popsicle hybrid.
Sure enough Buffy slowly slid the popsicle into her mouth and just
as slowly drew it back out. When it was all the way out she ran her
tongue round and round the top of it. Her eyes locked with his as
she slid it back in. Prepared he might have been but when Buffy's
eyes closed and she let out a low `mmmmm' sound his dick stood
straight to attention.
"This is sooo yummy." Buffy said, still in the same tones. "Ohhh
Mr.Spike it tastes so good I could suck on it all day!"
Spike fought for control of himself, couldn't let the little tease
get to him now, that would spoil his plans.
"Buffy …..I…..erm…..I didn't say you could…….."
His words faltered and tailed off when Buffy opened her eyes and
pushed the treat in and out rapidly before running her tongue and
lips up one side and down the other. When she pulled her head away
from the popsicle her full lips were coated with it's creamy
whiteness.
He had to give her her dues he thought, as he closed his own eyes to
block out the very suggestive sight she presented; the girl had
thought this one out, it was very obvious that she'd considered
EXACTLY what that stuff would look like coating her mouth.
A couple of deep breaths and Spike carefully opened one eye a little
to see what she was up to now.
Buffy was singing inside – oh but her idea had worked like a charm.
She was in no doubt about what Spike was thinking about, in vivid
detail, right now. Time to take it up a notch.
Slurping noisily on the popsicle she got the outside good and runny
before beginning to flick it at her chest. When that didn't work she
smeared from her neck down to the valley between her breasts with
the sticky white substance. Popping it back into her mouth she
allowed a good sized dibble to run down her chin.
"Uh-oh Mr. Spike." she said in little girl tones "I made a mess."
The second Spike opened his eyes fully Buffy snaked her tongue out
and caught the bit running down her chin. She looked down at her
chest then woefully up at Spike.
"I can't lick that bit off." She said. "Maybe you could do it for me
Mr.Spike."
Spike wanted to more than he could even have attempted to say; in
fact his mind was fiendishly running through a multitude of things
he would like to do with that popsicle, but his resolve was strong.
"No Buffy!" he said managing to find his `pissed-sitter'
voice. "Look at the mess you made. Now you give me that and march
into the bathroom and wash all that stuff off do you hear me?"
Buffy looked at him mouth agape. She had been sure that that would
have had more effect. Damn him, teasing was no fun if the other
person actually got really pissed at you. Suddenly the little girl
act wasn't an act.
"Fine!" she huffed thrusting the popsicle at Spike as she stomped
towards the bahroom. Spike looked down at his black t-shirt which
now had a lovely white sticky pattern and an idea came to him.
A couple of minutes later Buffy came out of the bathroom and walked
into the kitchen to join Spike.
"Mr. Spike, I'm sorry I………" Buffy gulped. Spike was standing half
naked in Giles kitchen. He'd removed his t-shirt and was lounging
against the counter, lithe toned body yelling at her to be touched.
She had forgotten for a moment just how beautiful Spike could be. As
Spike stood up and moved towards her his muscles shifted beneath his
perfect skin. Buffy was forcibly reminded of seeing those muscles
shift like that in an entirely different set of circumstances.
The images of him moving above her as he plunged his dick to the
hilt in her clenching pussy almost had her gasping. Spike grinned as
he noticed the increase in her scent and knew instantly that it was
his game again. Oh but she would pay now, that last little seduction
attempt had done nothing but give him more motivation. He almost
felt sorry for her.
Chapter 11
Spike walked slowly towards Buffy like a big cat stalking it's prey.
He held her gently by her upper arms.
"Did you just say you were sorry sweetheart?"
Buffy gulped again at his proximity and the close-up she had of his
perfectly sculpted chest. Electricity shot through her at his touch.
"Aww that's my good girl." Spike said pulling her into a tight
embrace. For a second she almost let herself go, almost let herself
rub her aching groin against the ever-present bulge in his pants, but
she did manage to stop herself. She tried to squirm out of his
embrace and keep from panting as she forced herself to speak.
"Wh-where's your t-shirt Mr. Spike?"
"Well I had to take it off and wash it didn't I?" he said mock-
seriously. "Because someone," he started to tickle her ribs, "got
sticky popsicle all over it."
"Don't!" Buffy shrieked, pulling away from Spike and making a run for
it. Spike chased her, grabbing her and tickling her ribs until they
both collapsed onto the scene of many of tonight's adventures, the
sofa.
The screaming and wriggling was having the same effect on both of
them. Heart-rates and lust were climbing, but Spike had been holding
off for a long time. Self control was becoming second nature to him
by now. Buffy was in more trouble than she knew.
Spike pinned her hands above her head with one hand and tickled in
earnest.
"Uncle! Uncle!" Buffy cried.
"Sorry. That means nothing where I come from." Spike grinned evilly,
continuing to tickle. "Do you mean you want me to stop?"
"Yesss!!" Buffy shrieked.
"Then say – Mr.Spike's the king of the castle and I'm a dirty
rascal." He demanded.
Normally Buffy would have chewed her own arms off to escape and not
have to say that but she just couldn't handle this anymore. Giggling
uncontrollably she finally forced the words out.
She was still giggling and squirming when Spike lifted her, intending
to place her straddling his knees as she'd been earlier. Buffy
however thought he was trying to continue tickling her and squirmed
all the more. This resulted in her ending up sitting with one leg
either side of his right knee.
Spike grinned, couldn't have worked better if he'd completely planned
it this way. Catching her wrists he began to bob her up and down on
his leg.
"Wanna play horsey?" he asked, continuing the gentle bouncing.
"No-ooohh!" Buffy replied her denial turning into an `oh' at the
friction suddenly created on her clit when Spike straightened then rebent his leg a little, letting her slip backwards over his knee. By
pulling forward on her arms he was able to position her so that every
jogging movement he made rubbed her in `just' the right place.
Buffy's face flushed crimson as she slid up and down his shin. She
had been aroused enough from the spanking, then the being held down
and tickled, not to mention half naked Spike, but this! This was
going to push her over the edge. Spike was going to know VERY soon
that she was a woman again. She was having a terrible time stopping
herself panting and moaning as it was.
She was being carried along so forcefully on the wave of lust that it
didn't even occur to her to question how intentional his actions
were. She was too busy attempting to keep her arousal to herself.
"Oh! Oh!" she eventually let out two exclamations as he bounced her.
"Sorry sweetheart." Spike said stopping abruptly. "I keep forgetting
you're only a little girl. I think I got you over-excited."
The practical admission, albeit cryptic, completely passed Buffy by
as she gritted her teeth and fought not to groan at the loss of the
delicious sensation.
"Yes ," Spike said staring intently at Buffy's flushed face. "I think
we've both had enough `game playing' for one night, don't you?"
"Ermm… well…" Buffy was well and truly ruffled, and suddenly didn't
care how obvious she was being. "I, I kinda liked that game."
A brief evil grin from Spike.
"No. I definitely think that's enough. Besides, I left my shirt and
your overalls soaking in detergent and we really should get them
sorted out. Let's go see how they are getting on."
Frustrated and more than a little unhappy Buffy followed Spike into
the kitchen where the clothes were soaking in the sink.
The shirt was fine as he'd wet and soaked it so soon after it had
gotten sticky. The overalls however were a different matter. Clicking
his tongue at the chocolate stains on Buffy's clothes, Spike wrung
out the garments and led Buffy to Giles' utility room behind the
kitchen.
Buffy wanted to cry like the child she was pretending to be. A fierce
heat was pounding and throbbing between her legs and Spike was just
casually doing laundry?!?
Her hand sneaked down to rub at her clit over her clothes. It was
good but not good enough and she wanted to scream in frustration.
Then she had a brilliant idea.
"I'm just gonna go watch some cartoons while you do this Mr.Spike."
she said in honeyed tones. "I'll be a good girl and sit quiet."
Spike knew very well that Buffy's sudden wish to get away from his
presence was nothing to do with wanting to watch cartoons. He'd seen
her rubbing herself out of the corner of his eye. Although the
possibility of going in there and catching her with her hands in her
juicy little snatch was indescribably appealing, Spike wanted to see
how far he could push her himself before she cracked.
"No, sweetheart. I want you to stay here where I can keep an eye on
you." He said as he popped his shirt into the washing machine and set
it to spin to remove the excess water from its soaking.
Buffy pouted. "But….." was as far as she got before Spike lifted her
up and swung her into a sitting position on top of the machine.
However he did not stop at merely seating her on the vibrating
machine he quickly manoeuvred her so that her legs were spread open,
one each side of the corner nearest him.
In a deliciously evil stroke of genius he pushed back slightly on her
hips tilting her so that her clit was almost in contact with the top
of the machine. He knew direct vibrating stimulation on that most
sensitive nub of flesh would push her over very quickly so he tried
(and managed) to get her positioned so that her clit was close enough
but that most of the vibration came second hand via her slickened
pussy lips.
"I…oohh!" Buffy exclaimed "I can't sit here Mr.Spike."
Spike looked at her closely. She was chewing her lip in agitation,
here eyes were wide and rapidly heading for that `wild' look she got
when highly aroused. He was enjoying her obvious torment so much he
almost missed her sudden movement to get down from the machine.
"A-a-ah! No you don't." he said. "You stay right where you are young
lady. You've managed to get into enough mischief for one night. Stay
right there while I have another go at your overalls."
Damn him! He was back to the freakin laundry talk again! Buffy was
just about to protest that she'd be a good girl when Spike caught her
attention with a new tack.
"Watch what I'm doing sweetheart." He said. "I have a feeling you're
going to end up hopeless at domestic stuff when you're older."
The sly dig at her domestic abilities was completely missed by the
desperate Slayer. She was far too busy concentrating on NOT grinding
herself down on the vibrating machine.
"Watch pet." He repeated, chuckling at the fact that she hadn't
yelled at him for casting aspersions on her prowess in all things
housework-y. Evidently she was still maintaining her façade. He
couldn't help but admire the strength (or should that be stubborness)
she was showing.
"See you need to use your thumb to gently work your way through the
layers of the stain. Working the water in gently."
Buffy looked down and gulped. Spike was holding the garment with one
hand flat under the stain. The thumb of the other hand was rubbing
gently but firmly at the worst area of the stain.
It was moving in a slow circular motion. Her clit twinged and her
opening flooded at the memory of how that thumb felt; that thumb
making EXACTLY that motion against her clit. She bit back a groan,
just as Spike made it much worse.
"You have to rub firmly but tenderly until the whole area is very
very wet. Work it so it starts to come out. Then you have to rub a
little harder, faster…."
Buffy whimpered and gave up the fight to keep her nether regions
separate from the washing machine. Spike noticed both the sound and
the slight rocking motions her hips were now making.
"….really hard and really fast if it needs it." He continued. "Like
that, good and hard."
Buffy's hips were increasing in pace as he spoke as if he were
directing her. She couldn't take it anymore, she lurched forward to
jump off the washing machine. One thought only ran through her mind.
Get away from the machine and Spike and into the bathroom so she
could take care of this then come back and play her little game again
without distraction.
Spike stopped her before she'd even really moved. Gripping her arms
he forced her back to a sitting position on the machine. Buffy
absently licked her lips and swallowed, her brain completely clouded
with lust. Heat building at the feel of his fingers biting into her
skin, from the spin cycle still going beneath her and from the sight
of Spike's toned body, arm muscles flexing as he held her in place.
"I told you no!" he said grinning evilly. "You stay there young lady,
I won't tell you again."
Buffy moaned helplessly as waves of sensation started at her core and
swept through her body. She was no longer capable of worrying about
giving the game away. Each wave rushed up her body and back down to
her centre, just as another wave started up. They came faster and
faster and suddenly she was panting hard. Her hips thrusting against
metal and she knew she couldn't stop this one.
Their eyes locked as Buffy began to hit her peak. Spike grinned, an
evil glint in his eye.
"You know!" they said in unison. Buffy all but screamed it. Spike
said it fairly calmly but with an element of gloat in his voice.
Buffy's orgasm had been destined to be a big one but she had just
reached the start of it when Spike pulled her down from the machine
and crushed his mouth down upon hers.
The teasing and playing and vying to be the one with the advantage
was swept from both their minds as their passion grew with the
lengthening kiss. Buffy wasn't sure whether her half orgasm had
satisfied or frustrated her.
The kiss grew more and more fervent. Spike forced her dress up over
her breasts. His hands went to work on her naked bosom. Buffy rubbed
her groin against his leg even as her hands tried to work the buckle
of his belt free. They moaned into each others mouths and pressed
their bodies together as though they just couldn't get close enough.
Panting, Buffy got the belt undone and as her hands yanked his fly
open Spike's hands found her thong. He grasped it hard at both sides
ready to pull it clean off of her.
The shrill sound of the phone ringing startled them both.
The sound snapped them both back to their full senses. Panting they
each took a step back.
"Guess we should get that." Spike said remembering Giles was planning
to repeat the ageing spell with potentially disastrous consequences.
"Erm…..uhuh……ok." Buffy said, trying to shake her head clear of it's
lusty haze.
Smoothing her dress down she followed Spike out of the utility room
to go answer the phone.
"Eeewww!" she suddenly exclaimed loudly. " We just almost got with
the nasty in Giles' house. How gross is that?"
Spike laughed at her outburst. The `eeww' was pure six year old
Buffy, and both it and the rest of the exclamation were very
reminiscent of her vocal style in her younger days when he had first
met her.
Straight face now back on Spike picked up the phone.
"We're ready." Giles said on the other end. "Go and wake her up."
"Actually Watcher, she's awake and…"
"Wonderful!" Giles steamrollered over the rest of Spike's
sentence. "Willow are you ready to go right now?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Spike yelled into the phone. "She's ok. She's
back to normal. Don't go throwing bloody spells around. You might
make her into an old biddy, or worse…" he looked at the wanton sight
of Buffy, still flushed and catching her breath and shuddered as he
continued "…you might bloody make her go all kiddy again."
Buffy knew how much that would torture Spike after the state they had
just gotten into and she chuckled and winked at him.
"What?" Giles said. "Well, w-when did all this happen? I must say it
would be nice to at least be kept in the vicinity of the loop."
"Don't get your knickers in a knot Rupert." Spike grinned. "She only
just came round to her normal self."
Buffy made a mock shocked face at him for the double entendre.
"Let me speak to her." Giles demanded.
"Hey Giles." Buffy chirped as she took the phone from Spike. "Yup
definitely back to good old me."
"Well how did that happen?" Giles said sounding more than a little
miffed. He so hated it when it appeared that things weren't working
out in the way that his research had told him they should.
"I mean was it gradual? Or all of a sudden? Do you think the sleep
accelerated it?"
"Hey, I just work here." Buffy shrugged. " I leave all the theorising
to brainy types like you and Will."
"Right, yes, erm quite." Giles said. " Well I need to do some tests
on you. We'll be right there."
This time it was Buffy staring nonplussed at a now dead receiver.
About ten seconds passed before she turned a panicked face to
Spike. "Shit!" she said. "They're coming back!"
"What's the big deal Slayer?"
"The big deal is you know damn well that I'm horny as hell and I was
just about to fuck your brains out and now Giles is on his way to
make me his own personal lab bunny."
"First of all," Spike said. "If there's any brains to shagged out
they'll be yours and I'll be the one doing the shagging.
Second, you are going to have to work for the privilege after the
games you've just been playing.
Buffy was about to counter with her own witty remark but was
interrupted by Spike. "So let's sort this place out and get out of
here. You owe me Slayer, and I'm anxious to be paid."
Quickly they set about throwing away popsicle sticks and wrappers;
washing up ice cream bowls; gathering the stakes Spike had thrown
when looking for a change of clothes for her. Finally they were ready
to leave.
Spike dumped the wet shirt and overalls into Buffy's training bag and
shrugged on his duster. They almost tore the door off its hinges in
their haste to get through it. Still bantering, they left the
apartment and ran slap bang into Giles, Willow and Dawn.
"Where the hell are you off to?" Giles asked indignantly of the still
moving pair.
"Got an idea where those trekkie geeks are." Spike said thinking on
his feet. "Could take a while though. Guess we'll see ya when we see
ya."
"Well really!" Giles excalimed as they disappeared from sight.
"I meant it Slayer." Spike said grabbing her arm and pulling her
along the street. "You are going to pay for winding me up like that
you bad girl!"
"Then lets get a move on." Buffy said with a wink.