Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: None.
Summary: It’s Willow’s birthday, and someone gets a spanking!!
Notes: Fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. ** indicate emphasis. Get it?! Shoe’s on the other foot...spanking’s on the other butt?!! Never mind!
Challenge: This is in response to a challenge by Wic for the first birthday of her site Wacky Witch Willow on 2/15/03. Must have: Willow’s birthday, she must be called ‘wicked witch’, and talk about underwear. I’m giving her the spanking just because!
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
E-mail: spikedluv@midtel.net
Distribution: The Seduction of Spike, Soulmates, Willow’s Lil’ Secret, Shades of Gray, The BatPack Archives, Wacky Witch Willow, Rapture, and Shippers United. If anyone else wants it, please take it; just let me know.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.
Thanks: Amanda, beta and grasshopper extra ordinaire.
Dedication: Happy 1st Birthday, Wacky Witch Willow
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"Ooh, aahh, Willow! Your hands are bloody freezing, pet!" Spike cried
as he tried to pull away from the offending hands in question.
"Don’t worry, they’ll be warmed up soon," Willow purred suggestively,
as she rubbed her hands over Spike’s back and around his front to gently
graze his nipples.
"Ahh, luv!" Spike groaned.
Willow stood back and looked at him. His wrists were shackled above
his head, hanging from chains thrown over one of the support beams in the
basement. The chain was pulled so tight that the toes of his boots barely
touched the cement floor. Willow had already cut off his black t-shirt
and it lay in pieces, scattered across the floor.
The muscles in his arms and shoulders were corded. Willow placed her hands on the inside of his elbows, which was as high as she could reach, even standing on the tips of her toes. She softly tickled the sensitive flesh there, and drew her hands down his straining arms to his shoulders.
She ran her hands across both shoulders and up his neck, into his hair. As her fingers ran through the soft waves of his hair, she leaned forward and placed light kisses upon his back, just at the base of his neck. Spike, who had remained silent as her warming hands slid across his cool flesh, moaned when her tongue flicked out of her mouth, gently brushing his skin.
He dropped his head forward, encouraging her to touch him. Willow drew her hands out of his hair and stepped away from him. Spike groaned in disappointment. With a self-satisfied smile, Willow ran her hands down Spike’s back, slipping the tips of her fingers teasingly into the waistband of his jeans.
She felt the tremors that shot through his body at her touch. She ran her hands around his waist, her fingers still beneath his waistband, then pulled them out to move her hands softly, slowly, over his stomach and chest.
Willow spread her hands over his pecs, his nipples hard peaks against her palms, and then slowly moved her palms over him, her skin barely brushing his nipples, the whisper of her touch making his nipples even harder, and more sensitive to her touch.
"Cor, Willow," Spike groaned.
Willow moved her hands to the buckle of his belt, unhooked it, and slowly pulled it from his jeans. She folded the belt in her hands, and ran the soft leather over Spike’s chest and stomach, and then lower, teasing the cock she knew would be hard.
Spike gritted his teeth and threw his head back as he pressed himself against the belt, hoping to find friction against her hand. With a tinkling laugh, Willow dropped the belt to the floor, and reached for his button.
When his jeans were unfastened, Willow slipped her hand inside. She curled her fingers in his course pubic hair, gently tugging on it, then wrapped her fingers around his erect cock for only a moment. Then her hand was sliding deeper inside his jeans and cupping his balls.
"Spike," Willow’s voice was husky with desire, "no underwear?"
"They’d only...ahh! Get in the way," Spike’s voice was hoarse with his own desire.
Willow slipped her other hand inside his jeans and around his body, across his hips, until she cupped his ass cheek. She squeezed it, gently at first, and then a little harder, one hand working his ass, the other teasing his cock and balls.
"Willow," Spike hissed as he tried futilely to push himself into her hands.
Willow moved suddenly, grabbed the waistband of his jeans, and shoved them down to his knees. Spike threw his head back and growled. Willow stepped back and looked at him, hanging from the chains, naked, except for his boots and the jeans that were pooling around his ankles.
The muscles of his back and ass were clenched. She moved around to the front of him. His cock jutted proudly from the nest of curls at the apex of his thighs, purple, engorged, and weeping precum. The muscles in his stomach and thighs bunched as he held himself on feet that were just able to touch the floor.
Willow allowed Spike to look upon her for the first time since he had been chained. She wore a black leather bustier that lifted her pert breasts, supporting them, but covering nothing. The only other item she wore were the black, knee-high, leather boots on her feet.
She watched Spike’s eyes glaze over as he drank her in. "Yo...you don’t have any underwear on either, pet," he finally got out. He tried to sneer, but had to stop to lick his drying lips hungrily.
"They’d just get in the way," Willow whispered, repeating his own words. "So, you like?" she asked, cupping her breasts, and running her hands down her stomach and hips, trailing her fingers lightly over her skin, and then around to cup her bare ass.
"Yes," Spike ground out.
"Good," Willow smiled, and then knelt down in front of him. Spike groaned as Willow’s hair brushed his cock.
Willow stood and stepped back, the belt again in her hands. She folded it, and slapped it against her palm. "Ready, lover?" she asked, her voice breathless, her chest rising and falling with the quick breaths her body demanded. She was tingling all over, and felt her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest.
The knowledge that Spike was under her control was a heady one. The thought of what she was about to do, combined with the fact that he was nearly naked and already hard for her, was arousing.
Willow slapped the belt into her palm once more, and then moved around behind him and smacked him sharply with it on his bare ass. Spike jumped, and Willow watched as a pink welt appeared on his ass. "Don’t forget to count," she whispered as she brought her arm back and slapped him with the belt a second time, this time on his other cheek.
Spike groaned and pleaded incoherently as Willow continued to spank him with the soft, leather belt, sometimes on his ass, sometimes on the back of his thighs. Between spanks, Willow glanced at Spike’s cock. Precum leaked copiously from the slit in the tip as it bobbed in time with his body’s reaction to the spanking.
The sound of his rasping voice and the sight of his reddened ass had already made her wet, and now Willow felt hot moisture seep from her core at the sight of his hard, dripping cock.
"Now, how many was that again?" Willow asked as she brought the folded belt around and brushed it against his cock.
"Christ, Willow!" Spike cried, simultaneously trying to pull away from her touch, and push into it.
"How many?" she ignored his outburst as she ran the leather up and down his turgid cock.
"Seventeen!" he screamed. "Seventeen. Bloody fuck...Willow, please," he pleaded.
"How old am I this year?" Willow continued to ignore his pleading as she dragged the leather over his sensitive head, covering it with his essence.
"Nineteen," he gritted out. Willow watched as his body began to tense, the muscles in his neck cord.
"And how many more spanks is that?" she asked, moving the belt back behind him and wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock.
"Ahhh!" Spike cried out.
"Weren’t going to come before I was done, were you, Spike?" she asked innocently.
"No!" he lied.
"Liar," she whispered huskily. "You come before I’m done spanking you...in fact, you come before I do," she warned him, "I’ll leave you chained up here. Xander’s birthday is in two months. I’m sure he’d like to spank your bottom for his birthday, too."
"You wouldn’t," Spike challenged.
"Don’t try me, Spike," she brushed her breasts against his side, and stroked his cock. "Whose birthday is it?" she asked.
"Yours," he groaned as her warm fingers played with him.
"Who gets to give you the birthday spanking?" she asked, running the leather belt lightly over his tender ass.
"You," he ground out.
"And who gets to come first?" she closed her mouth over his nipple and sucked.
"You!" Spike cried out. "Bleedin’ hell, Red! Get the spanking over with so I can shag you, for hell’s sake!"
"How many was that again?" she rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him innocently.
"Two more, you wicked witch," he growled. "Now, finish spanking me so we can get to the shaggin’!"
"Okay," Willow smiled up at him as she brought the leather belt down on his ass with a ‘smack’.
She placed her mouth over his nipple, keeping her eyes locked on his, blue with a hint of amber around the edges. At the same time she landed the last blow with the belt, she bit down hard enough to break the skin.
Spike roared. Willow dropped the belt and rubbed her hand over his abused ass as she licked the trickle of blood off of his chest. Her other hand stroked his cock, slick with precum.
"Unchain me," Spike pulled on the chains. With a wicked grin, Willow stepped away from him and began to unfasten the small hooks holding the front of the black leather bustier closed. When she was finished, she slowly pulled it apart, and then dropped it to the floor so that she stood in front of Spike naked except for the knee-high, black leather boots.
"Willow...luv," there was a warning in Spike’s tone.
Willow walked up to Spike and stretched her hands toward the chains that bound his wrists. "I can’t reach them," she pouted. "I know, let me try this," she stepped closer to him until her soft breasts were mashed against his hard chest, his hard, weeping cock trapped between their bodies, and stretched to her tiptoes.
"Nope," she slid back down his chest, along his tumescent member, "still can’t reach. I know," she looked up at him, green eyes shining with desire, "I bet I can reach it if I just do...this...,"
Willow stretched against him and wrapped one arm around his neck, placing her other hand on his shoulder for support. She lifted her feet off of the floor and pulled herself up with her arm, her hand, until her legs were wrapped around Spike’s waist and crossed at the ankle.
"Yeah," she pretended to ignore the hardness that pressed against her center. "I can reach them now," she slid her hand up Spike’s arm until her fingers touched the manacle around his wrist. She leaned forward and kissed him as she trailed her fingers back down his arm to his shoulder, down his chest to his stomach, and then shifted her body and reached between them, closing her fingers around his sex.
She pulled her lips slightly away from him and stared into his eyes as she positioned him at her entrance. With another shift, and a moan of pleasure, Willow took him inside her.
"Bloody...! Willow!" Spike cried out as she closed around him.
"Oh, Spike," Willow breathed as he filled her.
"Christ, Willow, you feel so bleedin’ good!" he jerked on the chains. "Willow, ohh!"
"Spike, mmm, Spike," Willow moaned as she moved her hips, riding him. She wrapped both arms around his shoulders and used them for leverage. She felt the leather of her boots sliding across his ass as she lifted up, and then lowered herself back down over him.
Willow pulled herself closer to Spike so that her clit rubbed against his body with each thrust down onto his cock. He was mumbling, babbling, begging her to come because he didn’t know how long he could hold out.
The sound of his voice, deep and husky with desire, made her body tingle. Spike lowered his head and sucked on her neck. Willow threw her head back and cried out as waves of pleasure flowed through her body.
"Oh, god, Spike," she groaned, and began to ride him faster. Spike sucked harder, faster, silently willing her to come. And then her body was stiffening. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her muscles tensed and her toes curled inside the boots.
"Spiiike!" she cried as the orgasm wracked her body. Spike’s body shuddered as Willow’s warm juices coated his cock and her muscles clamped around him. His fingers closed around the chains holding him upright as his body tightened, the muscles in his arms bunching with the effort.
"Willow!" he lifted his head from her neck and roared her name as the orgasm ripped through him. His cock pulsed violently and he shot his release inside her.
For long moments the basement was silent, except for the sound of Willow’s harsh breathing.
"Red?" Spike was the first one to speak.
"Uhhh?" Willow responded, unmoving.
"You okay, luv?" Spike asked, nuzzling her neck.
"Uh huh," she replied, and then fell silent.
"Willow?" Spike said, when he realized that she wasn’t going to say anything further.
"Huh?"
"Uh, can you unlock these things now?" he asked, looking up at the manacles.
"Oh, yeah, right," she mumbled, pulling one hand around in front of Spike. She opened her fist slowly to reveal a key inside it. She’d clutched it so hard, it had left an imprint on her palm. She tilted her head and looked up at the manacles. They looked so far away.
She raised her hand and clumsily inserted the key into the lock, and then slowly turned it. Spike shook the manacle off of his wrist the moment it opened. He grabbed the key and unlocked the other manacle. As soon as both wrists were free, he cupped his hands below Willow’s bottom and held her to him.
With shuffling steps he moved over to the old mattress Willow had covered with a sheet and placed near them. He dropped to his knees, and then fell forward, onto Willow, letting his head fall into her neck.
Willow giggled.
"What’s so funny, luv?" Spike groaned.
"That was fun," she blushed, as Spike lifted his head and looked at her.
"Like that, did you?" he asked with a smirk and an eyebrow waggle.
"Yeah," she admitted shyly. "I didn’t know how much I’d enjoy being in control," she added, running her hands over his back.
"Right," Spike said, "about that. Not very nice, teasing a man’s, er, you know, like that when he needs to come," his eyes narrowed.
"A man’s ‘you know’?" Willow teased him. Spike’s eyes narrowed further.
"What would you call it?" he challenged.
"Oh, well, uh," all sorts of words ran through her head, penis, cock, dick, hard-on, but she couldn’t see herself saying any of them in front of Spike. "You know," she shrugged and blushed.
"Uh huh," he grinned.
"Thank you, Spike," she said shyly, another light blush suffusing her skin.
"You’re welcome, luv," Spike kissed her. "Always knew you were a wicked little thing, my little witch," he kissed her again. "Happy birthday, luv."
End