Author's Name: Sarah Aless

Author's E-mail: give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk

Title: Give It Me Good Buffy

Disclaimer: They're not mine *big sigh* Joss and Mutant Enemy own them I'm just having fun......and wishing and definitely not making any money.

Distribution:www.geocities.com/spikeaholic20, One Good Lay, StS, Near Her Always & www.vampires-kiss.net .Anyone else.....Put it where you like ;-) but please tell me where it's going.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: S/B

Feedback: Yes please.....pretty please.

Author's Notes / Summary: Sequel to You Know You Want To. Can Buffy pull off turning the tables on Spike. Can Spike handle Domme-y Buffy?


WARNING: There is a reasonable amount of BDSM in this fic, right from the start. Hey Spike's a vamp.....he can take it. If you don't like BDSM don't read it!!! Flames are pointless if you ignored my warning ;-)


PART 1

"C'mon Spike, you know you want to," teased a still naked Buffy. Spike was taking an inordinate amount of time to decide whether Buffy was to have a go with his toys or not. She consciously used his own words from yesterday. When he'd been trying to make her lose the bet. Trying to make her come inside 7 minutes without him touching her with his hands, he'd used that exact phrase. That had been the point where she had realised that she probably was going to lose and despite her efforts she had come barely a minute later. A combination of Spike's undeniable prowess and his knowledge of what would blow her away had culminated in her losing. As a direct result of losing she had spent this very morning as Spike's personal sex slave. He'd gotten kinkier than she'd ever imagined herself letting him get, and she had to admit it had been amazing.

After a particularly painful yet arousing caning and a mind blowing fucking from behind as she stood in the corner like a naughty little girl Spike had ended the scene. Much as she'd enjoyed it Buffy was glad that her ass would have a little time to heal, it was still throbbing every now and again. As Spike had released her neck from the collar Buffy had playfully asked if she got to use his toys on him now. That was at least five minutes ago and he still hadn't answered. "Spik-ey." she sing-songed moving closer and running her hand through his hair. Her breasts bobbed in front of him pulling Spike out of his reverie.

"Ok Slayer. We can switch for a while. I want you to remember though, I still own you for the next twenty four hours. Switching positions is very temporary, don't forget your place when it's over."

"Yes Sir." Buffy said dropping her eyes. 'Bloody hell' thought Spike. 'One mornings play and she's totally taking to this. I took the collar off her and she's still accepting her place in my little 24 hour power trip.'

Buffy was still looking at the floor when Spike's face came into view beneath her as he dropped to his knees. "What would m'lady like me to do first?" Spike asked doing his best to look humble whilst wondering how well she'd take to this side of things. Her next words made him think she was gonna do just fine.

"Well for a start you can apologise for having the impertinence to choose your own form of address for me." She was taking her lead from Spike's behaviour earlier, impertinence not being a word she'd normally expect to hear herself saying. "Not that there's anything wrong with m'lady, but I think I'd prefer to decide for myself. I think we'll go with 'Mistress'." she decided with a nod of her head.

"Yes Mistress, and I'm truly sorry Mistress." Spike said dropping his head a little lower to hide the smirk that had flittered onto his face. Should've known the slayer would come out swinging.

"I'll let it go this once." she decided. Reaching down she placed a finger under his chin raising his face so he was looking up at her. "Now........what will I do with my own little vampire fucktoy?"

Spike had a few ideas but he decided to keep his mouth shut. Human she might be but she was still the slayer, with a whole lot of strength. Seeing as how she seemed ready to totally go for this he didn't want to piss her off. She seemed to have an intrinsic understanding of how to play these games. Having studied her fighting on more than one occasion he had confidence that whatever she lacked in experience she would make up for in imagination, she was nothing if not resourceful.

Letting his face go she moved over to the table which contained Spike's toys. Spike made to follow her but her voice cut through the air "Stay right where you are fang-boy. No-one told you to move."

"Sorry Mistress."

"Oh you will be if it happens again. Believe me Spikey you will." She shot him such a reprimanding yet lustful look that Spike's cock, which had been slowly returning to hardness sprang to attention. Buffy raised an eyebrow smirking as she said "Looks like someone wants to play. Well don't bank on me letting you come anytime soon Spike."

Spike wanted to groan as his cock started to throb. Somehow he had the feeling Buffy wouldn't tolerate that though. He stared hard at the floor trying not to feast his eyes on her ass as she leaned over the table examining the toys there. 'Jesus,' he thought 'does she have any idea what she's doing to me?' Just then Buffy picked something up. Looking over her shoulder she smiled and wiggled her ass, knowing full well what she was doing and that Spike was watching from beneath his lashes.

'What the hell is she looking so pleased about?' Spike thought to himself, desperately thinking of what his horde contained. He'd simply found his old toy chest and emptied it on the table. Some of the things at the bottom he hadn't touched in years and he hadn't had time for an inventory. Whatever Buffy had picked up must have been small he mused as she came back to stand over him. It was in one of her hands which was balled up into a fist and he couldn't see what it was. Moving past him Buffy walked over to the bed and sat near the headboard, spreading her legs wantonly, one dangling off the bed.

"You made an awful mess between my legs just now," she announced "I think you should clean it up."

"Yes Mistress." Spike said moving onto the bed and lowering his head between her parted thighs. She wasn't lying he saw as his eyes met her pussy. It was slick not only with her own juice but his cum was also smeared all over and was seeping out onto the sheets. His erection made itself known again. Spike vaguely wondered if it was possible for his cock to get any harder. God but this was a sight; Buffy all wet and covered in his cum.

"What are you waiting for?" Buffy demanded as she grasped his head and shoved his face into her sex. "Get on with it. Clean me up."

Spike eagerly stuck out his tongue and got down to business. Just as he started licking round her dripping hole Buffy gave a little cough and pushed down with her inner muscles. A string of Spike's own cum flowed into his mouth. Spike was used to the taste of Buffy, but his own semen was not something he'd ever had a mouthful of before. The salty taste made him pull his head back in surprise.

"Something wrong?" Buffy inquired knowing full well what had caused Spike to stop.

"Just need to clear some of this away first." Spike said reaching for the baby wipes on the bedside table.

Buffy grabbed his wrist and held it in an iron grip. "No Spike. I don't think so. You've made me swallow your cum plenty of times, not to mention making me suck my own juices off my hands. It won't do you any harm to clear your own mess up for once." She then slapped him across the face and pushed him back down again.

'Right you are luv.' Spike thought 'you want to play it that way that's fine. We'll see how in control you are after a good come.'

Wrinkling his nose he proceeded to rid her body of the leftovers of his semen. This done he moved his tongue up to concentrate on her clit. He sucked it into his mouth gently then released it. He alternated between slowly licking her clit from bottom to top and back again then quick bursts of quick hard lashing from side to side. Changing his speed and intensity often, driving Buffy wild from not knowing what was coming (apart from herself, and very soon if he kept this up).

When she started to moan he pushed three fingers up into her clenching entrance and curled them upwards, touching her most powerful place. Moving his fingers in and out he flattened his tongue and licked from his fingers back up to her clit in a long flat stroke then went back to suckling it. When Buffy started to buck towards him he grinned to himself 'Let's see how long you can keep control little girl.' he devilishly thought. Tugging her towards him a little so that she was more lying than sitting he spied his target. Moving smoothly so as not to alert her to his intentions he brought the hand that wasn't currently finger fucking her up to join the other. Buffy felt the extra finger being introduced but wasn't currently in any state to think about it. All the reaction she had was to clamp down harder with her vaginal walls. Spike got his finger good and coated in her juices which were now flowing copiously again. Buffy was thrashing her head from side to side now and humping mindlessly against his face and fingers. She could feel the tension building as Spike's skilled fingers and tongue went at her relentlessly.

After briefly tickling the area between her hole and her anus he slowly twisted his finger into her tight back passage. Buffy's "OH!" of surprise melted into a groan as he ruthlessly plundered further with both hands. His mouth returned to her clit as he pulled both sets of fingers almost all the way out. Crushing her clit with his tongue he thrust his fingers back inside both entrances. Buffy howled, exploding as her senses were completely overloaded. Too much stimulation at one time entirely doing her in.

While she was still crying out "Oh fuck.....oh....god........ohfucking..hell...yes." Spike swiftly moved up and thrust his dick as far as he could get it into her. He'd managed about four thrusts before Buffy got some of her sense back.

"That was such a bad idea Spike." she said still breathing unsteadily but rapidly regaining her faculties. She easily threw him off her and rolled him over straddling his lower thighs and pinning his arms to the bed. It was a toss-up between which part of Spike was more confused. His cock was protesting that it'd had just been sheathed in her tight hot heat and was now waving in the cold air with nothing to drive into. His head was telling him his plan had been a good one. Buffy had lost control, he'd managed to mount her, why was he now lying pinned on his back with a very pissed slayer on him. 'Give her her dues,' he thought 'I might have underestimated how helpless I can make her if she's set her mind against it.'

Lightning quick Buffy had his arms locked in the cuffs which were still attached to the headboard from where he'd used them on her earlier. "You do realise you're in a whole lot of trouble now Spikey don't you?" Buffy said.

PART 2

Slowly Buffy moved backwards, her hands pinning his legs down until she was clear of them. "What was it you said to me earlier...........?" She mused "That was it......I OWN you. You are my plaything all that matters here is what I want." Spike grimaced at his own words coming back at him. She was shaping up to be a lot better than he'd thought she would be at this. He'd planned to let her think she had the upper hand for a while then undermine her and bring her back to being his little slave. Looks like the slayer had other ideas. He realised as these thoughts went through his mind that they were only making him harder. He had no worry that the slayer could actually break him, it would take a lot, but apparently she was as good at taking control as she was at relinquishing it.

The hard look in her eyes as she stood next to the bed looking at him chained and helpless sent a shiver of lust through him and Spike, William the Bloody, the Big Bad, found he couldn't hold her gaze. Dropping his gaze he silently prayed he'd get to come soon. She was driving him mad and coming was about all he could think about.

"You were VERY bad just now." Buffy said to him

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress."

"I don't believe you are you little shit," Buffy answered, surprising herself with the obscenity "but you will be, I promise you."

Buffy reached over him to the side of the bed she had been lying on and retrieved the object she had picked up from the table a little earlier. She'd dropped it as her fists clenched and unclenched when Spike had sent her into an earth shattering orgasm. Quickly moving to his red and angry looking dick she stroked up the shaft once. Spike's hips lifted involuntarily trying to keep her hand in contact with his aching member just a little longer. Her left hand slammed his hips back down on the bed and held them there.

"Did you like that Spikey?" She teased running a single finger up the underside of his shaft. A grunt was all Spike was capable of as she repeated the action this time running her nail lightly up the sensitive skin.

"Apparently that's a yes." she smiled slyly. "Must remember not to do that again then." As she said this she gave his dick a firm squeeze and felt his hips attempt to buck up under her hand. "Hmmmmmm," she mused "I'd say it's a good job I found this." Reaching down she fastened a strong leather cock ring round the base of his penis, fastening it with the snapper and standing back to admire the view.

"Bitch!" Spike exclaimed in surprise. He'd forgotten all about that particular artefact and even if he'd realised it was there he'd have bet money that Buffy wouldn't know what it was. Obviously she did though and his hope of coming anytime soon went flying out the window. This was turning into quite a surprising day all round, seemed Buffy wasn't so coy sexually as she acted.

"What did you just say vampire?" Buffy said in her sternest voice.

"Nothing mistress," Spike mumbled "I'm sorry, it's just that I need to come and I really can't now and........"

"If you didn't say anything Spike what are you apologising for? What did you just call me?"

Spike didn't answer. His mind was consumed with the torture of knowing it wouldn’t matter if she shagged him for the next hour straight, he wasn't going to get to climax. Buffy was very unhappy with his reticence. Spying his pants crumpled in a heap at her feet she pulled his belt free of them. Spike was lying with his eyes closed a grim look on his face. Buffy raised the belt and slashed it down across his thighs. Spike's eyes shot open and he stared at her in bemusement. "Answer me." she stated, matter-of-factly, whipping the belt down again. This stroke was closer to his imprisoned privates and Spike quickly saw that the next would hit his tender balls or cock.

"I called you 'bitch' mistress," he said quickly before she could strike again "but I'm sorry, very sorry. I was just taken by surprise."

"Surprised were you?" Buffy said "and do you think that's an acceptable excuse for your behaviour? Would I have gotten away with that?"

Spike's suicidal streak kicked in "I may have been lenient, if I thought you really were sorry." he half grinned trying to put her off with his sexy smirk. "Besides I don't really think you'd have called me bitch."

Spike's attempt at sexy distraction did not have the desired effect however as Buffy slashed the belt upwards, hitting his cock with some force. "Aaaaggggghhh......oh fuck." Spike screamed.

"You are a very bad slave." Buffy said stonily "You know I'm going to discipline you severely now don't you?"

"Yes Mistress." Spike said adding in his head 'Give it me good Buffy, let's see what you're made of'.
Buffy rolled Spike over onto his front. There was just enough give in the handcuffs that he could turn over but it meant that his wrists were crossed and the metal of the cuffs bit into his skin painfully. Buffy smiled to herself as she noticed this bonus. Spike was in hell however. His cock was extra sensitive now and having it crushed beneath him as he lay on his front was not fun. He tried to lift his hips and ass a little to ease the pressure a little on his dick. Seeing this Buffy grinned and slashed the buckle end of the belt down on Spike's ass. "I'll tell you when I want your ass in the air." she stated "Down boy." Spike obeyed and Buffy's grin grew wider.

"Now," she said "you won't have the advantage of knowing how many strokes you're getting. I'll decide when you've had enough. However, I expect you to thank me after each one. Just to show what a good little vampire you can be."

"Yes Mistress" Spike said lust coursing through him and not helping the desperation regarding his nether regions any at all.

THWACK!

It wasn't the buckle end this time but Buffy laid the first one on him as hard as she could. "Christ!" Spike yelled then remembered himself "Thank You Mistress." he ground out as his back developed a belt shaped burning sensation.

"Think we'll add a few for the blasphemy." Buffy said beginning to enjoy herself immensely. Spike wanted to argue that she was hardly averse to a little blasphemy herself when he had her screaming to God as she came. However the next stroke landed swiftly and he ground out "Thank You Mistress."

Buffy went off at a good old pace from there on, barely giving him the chance to thank her before she walloped him again. She covered him from the backs of his knees to his shoulders with burning red and purple welts. Her aim to cover every inch of skin before the first marks began to fade. She was going so quickly and with such gusto that she was working up quite a sweat and was again ridiculously wet between the legs. The bite of the belt on his skin and the fact that it actually felt warm due to the welts she'd managed to raise had Spike on stimulation overload. No matter how many times he played these games and from which side he partook he never ceased to be amazed out how pleasurable the pain could be. Speaking of pain and pleasure he was painfully aware of his aching dick restrained beneath him.

Abruptly Buffy stopped the strapping and Spike turned his head to look at her. He almost choked when he saw that she was running the belt over her dripping core as she contemplated her thoroughly tenderised lover. She was gasping as she caught his eye, rubbing the leather harder over her clit. Spike growled and his desire to get the cock ring off, his hands free and to shag her senseless had him pulling at the cuffs, the headboard creaking in protest.

Buffy stopped what she was doing and glared at him "Now, now Spikey stop that." she chided "I'm nearly done and I have a couple of other ideas I want to try out on you. Then, if you've been a good boy, you might get a reward."

"Yes Mistress." Spike said so eagerly he really did come off as a good little puppy dog. He stopped pulling on his restraints immediately.

Buffy moved forward, dangling the end of the belt she'd so recently been getting very intimate with ever closer to Spike's face. He could smell her on it and he had to try very hard not attempt to get free again. "Kiss it." Buffy ordered, moving the belt to his mouth. Spike obeyed instantly placing first a chaste kiss on the leather; he followed this up by licking avidly at her secretions.

"Good boy." Buffy said. "But stop now, I want some of my juice left on there." Spike obeyed but was puzzled until Buffy delivered three strokes in quick succession across his back then leaned forward and ran her finger along one of the newly formed welts. Looking at her finger she brought it up to where Spike could see it. The finger showed clear traces of Buffy's arousal transferred from the belt to his back. "See," she said to Spike "now you really are pussy whipped!"

"Yes Mistress." Spike just about managed to pant out. He could easily have broken free by now but he desperately wanted to see how far Buffy would go with this. He just had to try and clamp down on his animal need to tear free and sow his oats. But god there was no way she could have any idea how crazy she was making him.

For her part, Buffy was glad she was making him crazy. Any smidgen of revenge for his pleasurable torture of her this morning was fun. Laughing at the blatant desperation on his face she turned him back over again so he was lying on his back, prompting a yelp from Spike as his sore skin made contact with the mattress. His big thick cock was waving in the air just begging for someone to sit on it. Moving quickly Buffy jumped onto the bed straddling Spike and sunk down onto him. Spike closed his eyes, groaned and bucked pointlessly upwards, seeking a release in her that could not be granted.

"Look at me." Buffy ordered and his eyes snapped open as she sucked on her finger and slowly traced it down between her breasts, over her stomach and between her silken folds. She began riding him at a leisurely pace two fingers rubbing sensuously at her clit and staring right into his eyes. "Feels nice doesn't it Spike?" she asked with a coy grin as she moved on him, rubbing her clit slowly but firmly.

Spike suddenly had the notion that she didn't actually understand about the cock ring. How could she ask that if she did? 'I mean yeah,' he thought 'being inside her hot little cunt never feels bad but being there and being forced to be impotent is bloody torture.' He spoke without giving any further thought to the fact that torture was pretty much the aim here. "I.....I...c-can't come with...oohh....the ring on Mistress." he panted out.

Buffy smiled and increased her pace dramatically both on his dick and with her hand on her clit. "I know," she grinned evilly "but it feels so nice for me."

Spike growled 'The fucking little vixen' he thought 'that's it, she's had it now.' He began to pull at his cuffs again but Buffy saw this and immediately grabbed both his wrists over the top of his cuffs. She crossed them over one another and held them in one hand, her grip punishing. When he was secure one hand went back between her legs and she began to fuck him fast and hard. Her writhing and panting as she rode him and her hand holding him down had Spike ready to burst. As Buffy's gasps became more breathless and she started to moan gutturally Spike began to thrash beneath her trying to rid himself of her hand holding his arms down. He thought he was just about to get free when Buffy leaned down over him pulling almost all the way off his cock then slammed back down on him. Her body jerked as she let out a string of expletives and her inner walls spasmed around his manhood. Both her hands were on his arms now as her body shuddered through the end of her climax. Buffy laid her head momentarily on his chest as she came down. As she recovered she looked up to see a very unhappy looking Spike glaring down at her.

"Don't you dare look at me like that." she said standing up. "I told you you would be disciplined and you have been. The whipping was only the first part. I needed to teach you that bad boys don't get to come. You also needed an object lesson that I'm the Mistress now and I will use you for my own pleasure as much as I want to. Do you understand that Spike?"

"Yes Mistress." Spike said, revelling in Buffy's disregard for his pleasure and her taking what she wanted so selfishly, yet ultimately pleasuring him with her delicious torture.

"Now, I don't think you've been a good enough boy for a reward just yet. Besides I have another lesson to teach you." As she spoke she moved over to the table and came back carrying, to Spike's amazement, a black butt plug and a bottle of lube. At Spike's astonished face she said "What? Did you think I wouldn't punish you for your naughty finger earlier? It's not nice to have something shoved in your ass Spike. You're about to find that out. Now turn over and kneel so your ass is in the air." Spike hesitated looking up at her in wonder "NOW!" She barked "or so help me Spike you won't get to come for a week. I can secure you a lot better than those cuffs are just now and I will leave you like that, aroused and helpless."

Suddenly Spike believed her and he quickly obeyed saying loud and clear "Yes Mistress." as he displayed his ass for her.

PART 3

Buffy smiled at good little Spikey waving his ass in the air ready for her. Wanting to push a bit further she moved up the bed so that he could turn his head and see all of her where she leaned against the headboard her legs splayed. "Much as you probably deserve it Spikey, I'm not going to be so cruel as to ram this into you without any lubrication. In fact I'm going to make sure it's well lubed up." Her intentions started to become clear as she used the tip of the plug to rub her hardening clit. When it was erect again and she was moaning softly Buffy slowly moved the plug down her slit. As it travelled down she arched her hips against it her legs spreading even wider and giving Spike not only a magnificent view but also a strong whiff of her re-increasing arousal.

Spike groaned as she pushed the plug inside her vagina, again pushing her hips forward to take it in. Even though her actions were turning him on no end, for a split-second he thought about pointing out to her that it was a 'butt' plug and she had it in the wrong place. He decided against it however, Buffy was managing the Domme routine well enough that he knew he'd be committing suicide to start with the cheek. Buffy pushed the plug in and out of herself a few times. As she fully removed it, it made a delicious wet sucking sound and Spike cursed her again for putting the damn cock ring on him. The sight, sound and smell of what she was doing were driving him absolutely insane. He bit on his lip and closed his eyes trying to stop himself becoming anymore pointlessly aroused. Buffy smiled to herself when she saw his struggle.......oh but revenge was sweet. Leaning over she waved the plug, slick with her juices under Spike's nose, loving tormenting him with the smell of her. Spike surprised her by darting his tongue out to lick her juices from the plug. He stopped almost immediately trying to control himself, but he'd put the idea in her head now. Buffy moved a little closer and rubbed the end of the plug over his lips. "Open up, Spikey," she teased "got something tasty for ya." Moaning slightly Spike parted his lips and started to take the plug into his mouth his mouth opening wider as he took in the progressive thickness of Buffy's new torturous instrument. "Lick all my juice off it," Buffy commanded, "see if I can make your mouth water enough to give us plenty of lube for where this is going."

After about thirty seconds or so Buffy pulled the plug out of his mouth and looked at it seriously. "Hmmmm," she mused, "don't think that’s going to be quite enough." She roughly shoved it all the way into his mouth so that only the flat round base was outside. She giggled as she realised it looked like he had a really big pacifier in his mouth. Spike glared at her, he could just imagine what he looked like, handcuffed, on his knees, butt in the air with a plug rammed all the way into his mouth. He'd have been choking about now if he wasn't already dead as the thinner end of the plug was down his throat forcing him to keep his head in a very uncomfortable position.

"I saw that Spikey," Buffy glared back at him "don't you dare look at me like that again. I've already warned you about that." Spike dropped his head and tried to look sorry almost losing the buttplug from his mouth. Buffy was behind him now and he couldn't see what she was doing, although he knew because he could hear her. He heard the bottle of lube being opened and a squelching sound as Buffy rubbed it into her fingers. Reaching round with one hand to play with his imprisoned cock she tentatively rubbed at his asshole with a well lubed finger. Spike hissed at the dual sensations and Buffy couldn't help but smile. Slowly she pushed her finger into him relishing his squirming. She worked it in and out in a corkscrew movement preparing it for what was to come.

"Think you can take another Spikey?" She asked cheerfully. Spike could only grunt his mouth being exceptionally full. "Think that was a yes." she giggled. Slowly she worked another finger into his ass, adding a little more lube her fingers squelched in and out. Spike unconsciously began to push back against her hand. Buffy reached round and pulled the butt plug out of his mouth. She removed her fingers from his now quivering hole and brushed the tip of the plug over it. Although his mouth was empty now Spike could do nothing but groan again.

"You want this in your ass don't you Spike?" Buffy questioned.

"Yeah Slayer," Spike sniped "stuff of my wildest dreams that is."

"Oh come on Spike." Buffy said "I know you want it. I know you do because I want it and you know that whatever makes me happy will make you happy."

"Yes Mistress." Spike grudgingly said. He couldn't deny that one. Even if they weren't playing dominance games he always revelled in anything that made the slayer happy. 'Damn her for knowing it though,' he thought 'when in hell is she gonna stop pointing out how much of a lapdog she can turn me into. Power shifted when we started shagging, I'm not as bad as I was but she has no shame in making me remember I'd do anything for her.' He was beginning to get a little annoyed as these thoughts ran through his mind. 'Wait til I'm free' he thought, 'she's going to pay for this! We'll see who's the lapdog when I've got a collar on her again. She won't get off so easy this time, she'll enjoy it of course, kinky little witch, but she'll find out what it means to be truly subservient to the big..........'

His train of thought was rudely interrupted by the feeling of the butt plug being pushed into his ass. Although both he and the plug were well lubed up the sensation was almost more than he could take. "Christ Slayer," he bellowed "take it slow can't you. Give a bloke time to adjust". Buffy slapped him hard across the left bum cheek.

"Don't call me 'Slayer', vampire." she hissed.

"Sorry Mistress." Spike said dropping his head.

Soon the plug was all the way in only the round base remaining outside of Spike's body, pushing his ass cheeks apart slightly. "Very pretty." Buffy smiled down at him. "Now, let's get down to your punishment." Spike's eyes widened, this wasn't the punishment? Buffy quickly crossed to his table of goodies and returned with a long wooden paddle, the thicker part of which was wrapped in leather. Spike turned his head to see what she had picked up and smirked slightly. She was never going to manage to REALLY hurt him with that thing. Hell it wouldn't even draw blood, he could take a little paddling any day of the week and twice on Sundays he decided.

"You know the drill Spike," Buffy said smacking the paddle against her upturned palm "you will thank me........and MEAN it, after each stroke."

"Yes Mistress."

Buffy swung the paddle high in the air and brought it cracking down on his right cheek barely a second after he had spoken. Spike obediently thanked her for three quickly administered blows. Buffy then decided to follow his lead from the first spanking he'd given her earlier. She raised the paddle and brought it down on one cheek then the other then one thigh then the other. She continued with this familiar rhythm, always making sure not to hit the base of the plug. Spike meekly thanking her for each blow. When Spike had relaxed (as much as was possible in his current state) into the rhythm Buffy cruelly changed it, smacking the same four points but in an entirely random order and varying the severity of the blows. Spike was amazed that she was picking so much up so quickly as she drove him mad, not knowing when, where, or how hard she would strike next. Buffy could see the effect she was having on him and decided to up the ante a little. Moving round a little more to the side of him she reached underneath him and began to stroke his cock.

"Fucking hell Slayer!" Spike hissed. She had to stop touching him. He was quite sure that he was going to literally get so hot that he burst into flames if she kept stroking him like that while the cock ring was still stopping him from coming. At his curse, however, Buffy stopped moving altogether. In a voice that made Spike shudder as effectively as nails scraping down a chalkboard she said

"What did I just tell you about calling me that fang-boy?" She gave the tip of his cock a little squeeze as she finished speaking.

"Uunngghh, you....you told me not to Mistress." Spike said through gritted teeth, adding "I'm sorry Mistress I really am I just need to come so badly. Being this near to your beautiful body and not being able to sink my dick into you and fill you with my seed, I forgot my place Ma'am"

His words were a desperate attempt to make Buffy hornier than she already was. To get her to take the ring off and let him do what he'd just articulated. He could smell how aroused she was and she loved to feel him come inside her. Maybe, just maybe he could tempt her if he could make it sound sexy enough.

Buffy was made of stronger stuff than he'd given her credit for however. "Not going to work Spikey. You don't get to come until you deserve it." She stated flatly.

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry for my impudence." Spike said surprising the both of them.

"Trust me Spike you're gonna be." Buffy promised and went back to soundly walloping his ass. After about ten fast hard strokes she paused. "This one is for calling me Slayer." she breathed into his ear. Taking up a firm stance she brought the paddle down hard on the base of the butt plug. Spike let out a strangled cry as the blow reverberated all the way inside him. "And this one is for you 'impudence'." she gloated repeating the blow. Again Spike let out a strangled cry which dropped into a groan at the painful yet strangely pleasant sensation. He knew then that he just couldn't take another of those if he wasn't going to be able to come. So much for her not being able to do any damage to him with the paddle. Sure, it hadn't made him bleed or anything but just now he thought he might have preferred it if it had rather than this exquisite torment.

Buffy seemed to realise this too and she stopped the thrashing. She gently rubbed his ass then smacked it lightly before moving up the bed to lie next to him again. Spike looked at her in desperation. Buffy merely let a small smile play at the corner of her lips before sensuously trailing her hand along her collar bone and down to her breasts. Gathering a breast in her hand she massaged it, letting out a low groan as she pinched her nipple between finger and thumb. "Do you like my breasts Spike?" She inquired almost sounding innocent "Do you want to touch them?"

"Oh God yes Mistress." Spike groaned practically drooling as she pinched so hard that she let out a little gasp before repeating the ministrations on her other breast.

"Not yet." she winked. Her hands began to move lower and Spike unconsciously began pulling at his chains as she neared her aching sex. "Now, now Spike," she chided "none of that or I'll go and do this at home, alone. And I'll leave you here until I'm done." Spike stopped pulling, knowing it'd probably be easier on him if she did bugger off; but unable to bear the thought of not having the delicious torture of seeing what he was sure he was about to see."
Buffy's hands moved quickly into position now, her own need starting to take her over. Without any preamble she shoved four fingers up inside herself while her other hand played with her clit. She didn't need to tease herself as she was already dripping and very close to coming. Especially after Spike's obedience in not pulling at his handcuffs. Grunting she began thrusting into herself, rubbing at her clit with quick firm strokes.

"Ooohh.....god.....yeah..." She groaned. "Almost as good as a big dick in me. Mmmmm.....oooohhhh........do you wish it was your dick in me Spike? Do you wish I was riding your dick?"

"Bloody hell, yes Mistress." Spike groaned out. His body had a mind of it's own now and his hips were thrusting forward in time with Buffy's hands. Thrusting into thin air, his cock red and angry and needing to explode. Buffy's hands moved faster and she rubbed her clit harder as she saw the effect she was having on him. Groaning and grunting as she humped her hand like there was no tomorrow. She could feel her juices running out over her fingers and pooling beneath. The sight nearly did for Spike, god but this woman was a cock tease of epic proportions. "Mmmmm......yeah baby......feels so good......" Buffy moaned to an imaginary lover, her eyes closed now. "That's it........mmmmm.......unnnnggghhh........fuck me harder!" she exclaimed now thrusting hard enough to hurt herself, had she not been the slayer. A low growl began in Spike's throat as she neared orgasm without him AGAIN! He needed the damn cock ring off and to bury himself in her clenching pussy. "Oohhh.....god that's it....right there baby......."Buffy continued "oohhh God.....ohhhh.....ohhh...I'm coming!" she screamed pushing her fingers up and her hips down as her orgasm bowled through her. The thought he might burst into flames crossed Spike's lust crazed mind again as he watched her. He loved to see her come, it just made him want to make her do it over and over again.

Buffy's body relaxed visibly as the orgasm ebbed away. Her eye's still closed a very mischeivous thought popped into her head. A way to really punish Spike. "Mmm," she moaned quietly "so good....ohhh....so good Angel."

She was startled by the sound of the headboard being ripped from the bed as Spike yanked his cuffs away. 'Hmmm, had an effect then.' she thought before she opened her eyes to see Spike in full vamp face, and a very angry vamp face at that.

PART 4

'Had more than a little effect.' Buffy thought as she looked at the enraged vampire, now free of his restraints and looking like he was about to bite and drain her. 'Note to self, mentioning Angel, not a good idea.’ For all Spike was obviously extremely angry Buffy felt a thrill go through her as she wondered what the hell she had just let herself in for. She had acted on pure instinct when she mentioned her ex. Her aim being to push Spike a little further seeing as he was obviously enjoying her being in charge. Looked like it had back fired on her in a big way! Somehow she didn't see herself getting to be in charge for the remainder of the 24 hours. That's if she lived at all, because heaven knew Spike was so pissed she wouldn't be surprised if he decided to try and snap her neck.

"Spike, I'm sorry," she blurted out quickly "I didn't mean anything by it honestly I didn't. Let's just get on with the game, I have some ideas you really might enjoy then we can switch back and I'll take my spanking for what I just said."

"Not a chance Slayer." Spike growled. "Your playtime is over. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Again Buffy felt a thrill go through her at his words. He seemed to get a hold on himself a little as Buffy's eyes widened in a mixture of fear and lust at his promise. His face reverted back to it's human form but Buffy found herself wishing he had stayed vamped. She couldn't bare his ice blue gaze on her. His eyes spoke his anger in ways words could never articulate. Worst of all though, they conveyed the hurt behind his anger; the hurt she had caused with her reckless words. Desperately she tried again.

"I'm sorry Spike I really am. It was just part of the game..........I don't really think of......."

Spike cut her off before she could utter his sires name again and make him lose the little self-control he'd managed to muster. He slid off his side of the bed, roughly grabbing her legs and pulling her with him. He pulled her so that her ass was just off the end of the bed and forced her thighs to part as he shoved his dick inside of her. Buffy hazily realised that he hadn't even checked if she was wet enough for him to enter her so hard. She was of course, having just brought herself off, but the fact that Spike had obviously not even given it a second thought both worried her and excited her.

She opened her mouth to try to explain again, try to calm him down a little. Before she could get a single word out Spike slapped her cheek hard and clapped a hand over her mouth.

"’Think that dirty little mouth of yours has said enough for now pet." he hissed "Now I'm going to ask you some questions slayer and you had better pray you give me answers I like." Spike began to thrust slowly and torturously into her making sure that he didn't get anywhere near her clit. Buffy getting off again was not on his agenda just yet. "Ok," he said still moving in her, "Yes or no. Do you like my dick in you?"

Buffy expected him to remove his hand so she could answer and when he didn't she frowned and tried to speak. "I already told you Slayer, I don't want to hear another word out of you. You'll have to find some other way to answer me."

Buffy tried to nod her head but found that the hand over her mouth was holding her head rigidly in place and she couldn't even do this. Spike didn't stop moving for a second and merely smirked saying tauntingly. "Answer me." Buffy didn't see how in the world she was supposed to do that. She was trying to puzzle Spike's game out when she felt the sting of the riding crop slashing against her right outer thigh. She realised Spike must have picked it up from the floor, where it had been discarded earlier, while he was roughly pulling her by the legs across the bed. For a second she considered biting his hand so that he'd take it away and she could speak. Maybe that's what he wanted her to do. She quickly decided against it saying 'Angel' had obviously provoked deeper feelings in Spike than she had intended and there was no way she was gonna make him madder. Buffy liked the skin on her legs thank you very much, she just had to figure out what he wanted so that he wouldn't use that damned crop again.

Striking her again Spike bit out "I said 'answer me'. Do you like my dick in you?" Buffy just got more and more confused and Spike realised as he slowly pumped into her that she had no idea what to do. He relented a little, not out of mercy for her, just to advance his plan a little. He trailed the crop up her leg and down to her clit. With an expert flick of the wrist he brushed her clit with the leather at the end of the crop. Buffy's inner walls immediately clenched around his dick.

"Thank you." Spike said "All I wanted was an answer. Now, do I make you wet?"

Buffy just lay there. Spike figured that either she hadn't put two and two together yet or the devious little bitch was trying to get him to touch her aching nubbin again. Inclined to think the worst of her just now, Spike decided it was the latter. Buffy however was genuinely confused. Well she wasn't going to succeed if that was her plan Spike decided, there was more than one way to make her lovely little pussy clench around him like that. Extremely quickly he slashed the crop down on her right thigh then crossed his arm over the one holding her mouth shut and swished it down on the left. With both strokes Buffy's internal muscles clenched hard around him. "Ooh" Spike teased, "two answers of yes."

Buffy suddenly caught on. He wasn't going to release his grip on her face or let her come. He was just going to keep fucking and questioning her until he was satisfied with her answers. Although the whole scenario was turning her on Buffy was a little worried. Spike hadn't taken the cock ring off, he could go for hours if she didn't give him the right answers and she didn't see him putting the crop down anytime soon. What if he went on so long she wasn't turned on anymore, it would hurt. She had royally pissed him off so it was unlikely he would care if it was sore for her. She was the slayer, as he kept pointing out, not like she was a stranger to pain. Buffy decided she had really better play by his rules here.

Spike groaned as Buffy clenched her muscles again, purely in an effort to please him. "Oh no slayer," he said "I didn't ask you a question." He slashed the crop down making the leather at the end catch her nipple. "Don't think you can control this situation. Now, do you think about me when you're alone, with your hands between your legs.?"

Buffy flushed a mixture of embarrassment at his question and a reaction to the pain coursing through her injured breast. The pain that only made her hotter. As she flushed though she squeezed hard on his dick quickly before he could lash her again.

"Good girl." Spike said throwing his head back as he slowly moved in and out. "Caught up have we?"

It was a question so Buffy squeezed again. Spike looked down at her and she raised her eyebrows in almost a challenging expression, as if to say 'What? It was a question?' Spike chuckled, typical Buffy. Then he remembered that he was mad at her.

"Do you think you should be punished for what you just said?"

Buffy didn't know what to do. If she said 'yes' she was giving him carte blanche to do whatever he wanted. If she didn't answer he'd probably take it out of her hide anyway. Besides, she didn't think she deserved punishment. Not when she hadn't had a chance to explain that she hadn't done it maliciously . Apparently her indecision lasted too long, or Spike took the lack of clenching as a 'no'.

"Wrong answer sweetheart." Spike said grimly, releasing his grip on her face. He pulled completely out of her and Buffy fought back a moan at the loss. Quick as a flash Spike removed his hand from her mouth, grabbed her ankles and held them in one hand up over her head. He laid it on her hard with five rapid strokes to her upturned bottom. Buffy let out a yelp with each bite of the crop. He was hitting harder than he had even with the cane earlier, she was sure her skin would tear if he kept this up. Despite this however the very fact that he had her in this position and was literally whipping her ass made her ridiculously wet. She could feel her fluid running from her exposed pussy down her ass cleft. At her cries Spike growled saying "Keep your mouth shut. Or I'll gag you." Impossibly Buffy felt another flood of moisture leak from her at the very thought.

He pulled her legs back down and yanked them open again sinking home easily because of her arousal. "Again," he said beginning to move against her again. "Do you think you should be punished for what you said?" Buffy immediately clenched hard not wanting a repeat performance of his latest thrashing. Spike was dying to take the cock ring off. It was hard enough when he had no control over himself. The only thing that made it better then, was how hot Domme Buffy was. Now he was starting to forget why exactly he was denying himself his own orgasm. When Buffy clenched he remembered, that was it, make the Slayer pay. He was making sure that she had enough stimulation to keep her horny but not nearly enough to bring her off.

"Good girl." he smiled in response to her 'answer' and reached down under her to slap her ass, which was hanging off the bed.

Buffy couldn't stop her "owwww!" As his hand connected with her sore flesh. Spike shook his head slowly at her looking very dangerous and clapped a hand back over her mouth. "Apologise nicely for disobeying just now and I might not gag you."

Buffy gripped down on his dick with her pussy and pushed her hips towards him. Slowly she circled them in a figure of eight movement. Spike groaned before saying "Good girl. Very inventive." He began to thrust faster, still avoiding her clit.

"Does that feel good?" Clench

"Do you deserve to feel good?" No response.

"Right answer." Spike grinned evilly, removing his hand from her mouth and slapping her ass again. Buffy kept silent by biting her tongue this time. "Now you stay silent, and you don't move Ok?" Although she could nod now she kept up with the accepted method of communication. Spike was in heaven as he unsnapped the cock ring just as she bore down on him. He loved it when she did that and although it had almost been torture stopping himself from spurting, it was well worth the wait now he was pumping unfettered into her. He grabbed her hips, raising them so he could get deeper and driving into her ferociously. She was so hot and wet Spike wanted to stay here forever but the blood rushing back to his dick told him this was going to be over very soon. 'All to the good,' Spike just about managed to think 'means she isn't going to get any pleasure.' Sure enough after pounding into her for about five seconds he roared as his orgasm ripped through him. After being held back for so long it seemed like Spike would never stop spurting. He spasmed and jerked as he filled her with his cum, screaming, "Fucking hell yes!!.........god..........take it Buff.......take all my cum."

Just as Buffy felt the beginnings of an orgasm creeping up on her Spike pulled out. Without even realising she was doing it Buffy groaned at the emptiness left behind. Spike glared at her. "That's it." he said "I'm going to have to gag you." He quickly snagged a silk scarf from the bedside table where he'd put them earlier with more romantically teasing ideas in mind. He pulled her into a sitting position and tied it round her mouth. Buffy's eyes went wide, amazed that he'd actually done it. 'Geez,' she thought 'is there no end to the weird stuff that I'm going to find out I'm turned on by?' She desperately wanted to touch herself to relieve her excitement. She just didn't dare right now, especially not with Spike looking at her in such a predatory way.

He pulled her to her feet, turned her round and used another scarf to tie her hands; he pushed them up her back and crossed her wrists in the middle of her back before tying them. He turned her around then said, "How sorry are you Buffy?"

She dropped to her knees immediately then, struggling to keep her balance with her hands tied as they were she slowly leaned lower and lower. Eventually her mouth was low enough to kiss his feet. She kissed as well as she could through the gag all the while struggling not to fall forward or to the side. Spike smiled to himself, it was a start. As when she'd done it earlier he got a real surge of lust from seeing her in such a demeaning position; this time it was even better because he hadn't had to order her to do it. Even though her kisses didn't feel very erotic because of the gag, the act itself was enough. He laughed cruelly at her "Not so high and bloody mighty now are we Slayer?" Buffy looked up at him with pleading in her eyes. Spike merely gave a thin lipped smile and shook his head intimating to her that it wasn't enough yet. Buffy went back to her self-appointed task. Suddenly, without warning, Spike walked away and Buffy fell flat on her face. Spike laughed at her again and looked down on her struggling to right herself but only succeeding in turning on her side, which was no easier a situation to recover from.

Buffy looked up at Spike again, silently pleading with him to help her up. Spike was going to do no such thing. "Oh don't get all puppy dog on me Slayer." he said mockingly "Get yourself up and get your ass over here. Quickly. Your lesson isn't over yet."

PART 5

Buffy eventually managed to get to her feet and moved to stand before Spike, her eyes fixed to the floor. She had felt utterly humiliated as Spike sneeringly watched her struggle to stand with her hands tied behind her back, not even able to ask for help because of the gag. Why the hell had she mentioned Angel? 'Too much shagging addled my brain.' she decided, finding a second to wonder at the effect that Spike had had on her.....since when did she call it shagging? Spike reached out and used two fingers to lift her chin so that she was looking up at him. God he just wanted to fuck her brains out when she looked up at him with such vulnerability in her eyes. What he'd said to her in the graveyard one night had been true, he did know what kind of girl she really was. All her blustering, claims that he was 'convenient' and attempts at looking like a little lost girl didn't fool him. As he'd told her after the first time they slept together, he knew where she lived sexually speaking and he revelled in pushing her as far as he could.

"Oh Buffy," he said almost gently "you look so hurt. Maybe my message is getting through finally." his words and gaze had hardened at the last sentence. Buffy started to nod making her eyes wider, silently begging him to realise that she got it and she was so sorry. "Now, I do believe that you are sorry." Spike continued, "I'm just not sure I've made enough of an impression to quell this type of behaviour in the future. You see I just can't have my little bitch doing things like that." Rather than a typical Buffy reaction, (such as looking like she'd stake him as soon as she got free) to being called his bitch Buffy's eyes teared up slightly as Spike kept her chin tilted up to him. Seeing this Spike broke form for a second and winked at her, just to let her know it would be alright in the end. Buffy visibly relaxed.

"There are a couple more things I think we need to do just to make sure you're a good girl from now on." Spike said. "Now, let’s try the bending over thing again shall we? I'm going to untie your hands but you will not touch yourself or the gag. Do you understand?"

Buffy nodded eagerly. Her arms were starting to get really sore from being trussed up so tightly. Spike turned her around and untied her wrists. Buffy rolled her shoulders and shook her arms out. Spike surprised her by rubbing his cool hands down her arms, massaging the muscles and rubbing at her wrists to make sure the blood was flowing again. Buffy was just starting to really enjoy herself when he stopped abruptly. "Go to the bed, put your hands on the top and bend over and wait for your punishment." Buffy moved to do as she was told and Spike playfully slapped her behind prompting a hiss from behind the gag but not stopping her for an instant as she obeyed him.

Buffy had only been bent over the bed for a second when Spike came up behind her, running his finger down her spine and causing her to shudder he said "Hmmmmm. I think we can make this a little more interesting." As he finished speaking he reached down and pulled her hips so she was standing on her toes, "rest your elbows on the bed Slayer" he ordered "it raises your ass very nicely for me." When Buffy was positioned on her toes, her elbows and forearms resting on the bed Spike gave her an approving look. "Very nice." he said "Now listen carefully Buffy there are rules to this chastisement. No matter what happens you will stay up on your toes the entire time. Every time your heels touch the floor you earn yourself a hard one with the cane. Do you understand?"

Buffy whose forehead was practically touching the bed nodded, wishing he'd just get on with it. He'd managed to make her body associate pain and pleasure so well that despite her obvious apprehension the thought of another walloping was making her wetter by the second. Spike didn't waste a second, he immediately slashed the riding crop across the place where her butt and thighs met. The blow was sooner than she expected and harder and Buffy gasped round her gag, just about managing to remember not to move her feet. As with the cane she felt like someone was laying a red hot poker against her skin and pressing down. She had no time to rest before Spike landed another blow, this time directly criss-crossing the lash marks left from the five strokes he'd given her during their little Q & A session. A muffled yelp issued from Buffy and her pussy oozed as Spike said "You are a very bad girl." The next blow landed across the backs of her thighs causing another muffled gasp and yelp. He was really serious about this being punishment. The slash of the crop on virgin flesh made Buffy's knees buckle a little and as she tried not to sink to her down onto them she over compensated a little, rocking back onto her heels.

Spike didn't say anything just whacked the back of her legs again. This time she didn't move except for her ass cheeks clenching a little involuntarily. Spike chuckled and slashed one right across the back of her knees. Buffy's legs buckled again as they had when he'd used that exact method to drive her onto al fours earlier. Again she tried to balance and ended up rocking back onto her heels. "I saw that girl." Spike admonished "keep your heels off the floor. That's two strokes of the cane you've earned." Buffy let out a muffled moan. She'd hoped he'd missed the first one, apparently not! Damn him. He was playing with her, letting her think she'd gotten away with it. Spike drove three more into the backs of her knees and thighs. Buffy squirmed a little, her lust building all the time, but didn't let her heels fall again. Behind her, where she couldn't see him Spike put down the crop and appraisingly gazed at the marks he'd left on her beautiful flesh. He was hard as nails again but he wasn't finished with her yet.

When Buffy wriggled trying to ease the ache between her legs Spike smiled and slapped his hand down on her ass. He purposefully struck her on the crop marks but she kept her heels up. That was his little trooper. Slapping her once more for good measure Spike then slipped his hand between her legs. Rubbing gently at her clit he mused, "Why Miss Summers I do believe you're excited by this." Buffy groaned again as he moved his finger so it hovered just below her clit. Spike's plan worked as her need to have him keep touching her there drove her to drop onto flat feet and push back and down to gain the contact she required. She no longer cared about his rule, just as long as he'd keep his hand there long enough to let her hump herself to orgasm on his hand. Predictably Spike pulled his hand away as she was beginning to move faster.

"I believe I told you to stay on your toes Slayer." Spike chided. "That's three you've earned now." Picking the cane up he drove it as he had the first crop blow, right where her butt and thighs joined. He was intentionally going for this area as the heat from the blow would travel so quickly to her dripping entrance. Buffy knew immediately that three strokes like that, on that part of her anatomy and she was going to come very soon. She could have cried with relief at the thought. Apparently Spike was well aware of this also however and had no intention of allowing her that just yet. Standing back a little he said "You can put your feet down now." Buffy complied, a little puzzled, why the hell didn't he just get on with it and give her the final two so she could come. He surprised her by leaning down and grabbing her left leg just below the knee. He lifted her foot off the floor, running his hand down her shin until it was cradling her ankle. Taking careful aim he cracked the cane down onto the ball of her foot. He held her ankle as Buffy nearly fell over from the unexpected blow. 'God that hurt' she thought 'but geez! Making me wetter again!' When she had regained her balance on her right foot Spike lowered the leg he was holding. Buffy held her foot gingerly above the floor not wanting to put weight on the burning stripe.

"Stand on it," Spike ordered "you have to take another on your other foot."

'Sadist!' Buffy thought then laughed at herself mentally for such a stupid thought, sadism was kinda the point after all. Wincing, her forehead now resting on the bed she obeyed. Mercifully he gave her the last one quickly although it was no gentler than any of the others. Setting her foot back down he said "Good girl. I'm almost ready to forgive you. Just one more lesson you have to learn." Buffy was puzzled but was concentrating too much on her sore feet to think too deeply about his words.

"Hands and knees on the bed." Spike commanded.

Buffy wasted no time taking the pressure off her injured feet and assumed the required position. Spike pushed her legs apart a little more and again slid his hand to her clit. He rubbed gently at first, gradually speeding up and pressing more firmly on her pleasure centre. When Buffy began to moan and hump his fingers he pulled them away and grabbed her hair. Pulling her head back he put his mouth right next to her ear. The proximity made Buffy shudder and shift her weight from hand to hand and knee to knee as she tried to get her breathing under control. Spike leaned in even closer and whispered in her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't sit down for a week. I'm going to ride you like an animal until you think you're going to die from not being able to get off. I shouldn't let you come at all, but just when you think you're going to go crazy, I'm going to make you come so hard that you'll never even THINK of another man again, let alone call his name out."

If Buffy had been capable of a single thought she'd have doubted that Spike's plan would work. She shuddered and moaned as his words washed over her and she almost climaxed just from his dirty promises. Spike gave her a moment until he heard her breathing and heart rate slow a little then plunged inside her with wild abandon. He pulled her up so that her back was against his chest and pinched her nipples hard as he slammed up into her. Buffy's hands immediately went to her clit knowing she could bring herself off almost immediately with one touch. Spike was miles ahead of her however and grasped her wrist before they got anywhere near their destination. Buffy mewled in frustration and began to pump herself up and down as he thrust in and out of her with bruising force. Despite the lack of direct stimulation on her nubbin Buffy felt herself hurtling towards the edge in no time. Again Spike stopped.

Pulling out of her he ignored her needy moan and reached up to untie the gag. He was so aroused himself that he fumbled with the knot and Buffy reached back to try and help him. He slapped her hands away and managed to loosen the knot enough he could rip it over her head. Buffy ran her tongue round her mouth which felt strange without the scarf jammed in it. Spike saw this as he turned her round. He grinned lying down and pulling her into the 69 position. Buffy instantly fell hungrily on his cock. Her lust driving her to suck Spike fast and hard. For his part Spike concentrated on licking from her pussy round and up to her ass, delighting in the shivers this elicited and the groans he felt around his cock. He teased her licking, sucking and occasionally nipping at her exposed cunt then moving down to nip at her inner thighs. Buffy realised he was right she was going to go crazy. He never stayed in one place long enough for her to get where she needed to go and it was killing her.

When she'd been denied orgasm four times Spike flipped her onto her back and quickly drove his cock into her. Buffy gasped at the glorious feeling and clenched her inner muscles appreciatively. "Hands above your head and don't move them." Spike ordered as he saw her hands snaking down her belly. Buffy gritted her teeth in frustration as she nevertheless obeyed. "Good girl." Spike praised. Bringing his own hand down to rub where she needed it Spike moved slowly saying "Who's better at this Slayer?"

"OHHH God. You Spike. I'm so sorry, I didn't say...."

She was stopped by Spike grabbing her by the throat with his freehand and warningly saying "Just answer the question bitch. Don't make me gag you again."

Buffy flushed at the thought and ground her hips into his. "You Sir. You're....ooohhhh god.......the best I ever had." Spike grinned at that, he knew he'd get her to admit that one day.

"You love to suck my dick like a whore don't you Slayer?" He questioned

"Oh...yes.....sir..." Buffy just about managed as he increased his pace with both dick and hand.

"You finger fuck yourself thinking about me when you're in bed don't you?"

"Shit!.....yes sir....yes."

"Do you.......want me....... to fuck........ you hard Slayer?" Spike was grunting now

"Ohh....jesus.......yes......please.....please fuck me harder.........PLEASE!"


Spike couldn't keep up the teasing any longer. He thrust into her hard and fast. He grabbed her hip as he fucked her so hard that she would have shot off the side of the bed if he didn't hold her. He hammered into her, asking her if she liked it hard, if she'd ever think of another man again, who did she belong to? Buffy's answers were largely unintelligible as she soared towards her climax. She came screaming, her pussy clenching around him and making him spill his juice into her. He didn't allow her any respite after they'd both climaxed. Pulling out he moved down thrusting four fingers up her and voraciously going at her nubbin. Buffy squealed as she felt another orgasm building almost immediately. Again he did not let up pounding his fingers into her and sucking her bud into his mouth he brought her to three more screaming orgasms. On the third she blacked out.

She woke up to find Spike looking at her worriedly. She couldn't help but grin at him....at least he didn't look angry anymore. "I learned my lesson." she said "I'll never do that again. I promise. No-one can fuck me like you can.............and I don't want them to." She admitted.

The worn out pair lay back and rested a little in each others arms. After a while Spike said, "Erm Buffy......."

"Yes sir." she answered automatically, well she hadn't said her safe word yet.

"Before, when I was really mad and not listening to you.........you said you had some other things you wanted to try out?"

Buffy grinned. She'd known he'd enjoyed being the bitch.

"We could try them out if you like."

Mischievously Buffy said "Not just now honey. I'm tired."

"Not even if I stroke my dick and say mmmmmm Drusilla?"

"Oh you've had it now." Buffy said suddenly feeling very wide awake.

PART 6

Buffy bounded up off the bed with her new found energy. Her body was physically exhausted and she was amazed she'd taken this long to pass out. She'd lost count of the number of orgasms she and Spike had had. She'd also taken as much literal punishment as she usually did in the worst of her fights with evil. Still, she found the motivation to bound about like a puppy at the promise of getting to finish what she'd started with Spike, before she'd so stupidly brought her ex into it. 'No time to linger over that,' she decided 'better get him good and tied up before he changes his mind.'

"On your feet Mister." she half-laughed, not quite back in Domme mind-frame yet. Spike smiled up at her and purred like a big cat, giving her his best 'Just come back to bed.' eyes. "Now!" Buffy barked suddenly well and truly back in the swing. Spike reluctantly stood up. "When I give you an order Spike, you had better start moving your ass a LOT faster than that."

"Yes Mistress." Spike looked at the floor "It won't happen again Ma'am"

"Damn right it won't," Buffy agreed "just you remember who's the slave at the minute. Now, go and stand over there in the archway." She pointed him toward the space where he had chained her up one night which was now over a year ago. The night he'd offered to kill Drusilla to prove he loved her. Buffy had been waiting to get him back for that. She'd noticed on more than one occasion that the chains hung there still. Obviously today had shown her why he'd left them in place, but she was ecstatic she was going to get him in them instead of the other way around which had patently been his plan.

Spike risked a look from beneath his lashes as he passed her to carry out her wishes. He'd happily have tanned her hide for the look of triumph evident on her flushed features. He stilled himself though. Although he was undoubtedly a top, the switch in him was also quite strong and he could have just as much fun submitting. He moved to stand where he'd placed Buffy when he'd had her chained here. Buffy quickly locked his wrists in the cuffs pulling the chains tight so that his arms were held up high. She looked at him and smiled until her gaze encountered his semi tumescent cock and the smile faded. "That won't do," she tutted, "no fun if little Spikey isn't up and playing. Let's see what we can do about that."

Moving closer she nipped Spike's left earlobe in her teeth, prompting a hiss from the captive vampire. She bit down a little harder before moving her mouth to his neck. She grazed her teeth over his jugular darting her tongue out to taste him. Spike shifted uneasily from what she was doing and her proximity. "Bad Spike." she admonished reaching one hand behind him to smack his ass hard. She ran her hands down his arms and over his shoulders to his nipples. Lightly grazing one with her teeth and tongue as she had his neck she used her left hand to pinch the other nipple. When she'd finished with one she swapped over and repeated the action.

Spike was starting to pointlessly pant under her ministrations. Looking down she saw that his cock had become a little harder. Going even lower she cupped his sac in one hand using her finger and thumb to massage his balls. Her other hand ran over his hip and pinched at his bottom where she had just slapped him. Spike managed to stay still for now. When her hand reached the back of his knee she slowly drew it back up the back of his thigh as she placed open mouthed kisses on the front of his leg. Both her hand and her mouth moved at the same pace until her the former was back at his buttocks and her mouth was hovering tantalisingly close to his now almost fully erect penis.

Smiling at the improvement she moved to the other side and repeated her actions. By the time she reached his buttocks and cock this time it was practically twitching and looked extremely red and angry. Giggling a little she stopped caressing his balls and placing a hand on the front of each thigh she leaned in to kiss his inner thigh, careful not to actually touch his cock. Using her teeth again she nipped at the smooth skin of his inner thighs. When she'd finished with one and moved to the other Spike could not keep up the stillness or his silence. "Bloody hell, just sodding suck it." he muttered shifting from foot to foot. Buffy stood up and slapped his other ass cheek, looking triumphant as she saw a drop of pre-cum form at the end of his dick.

"Well that's little Spikey sorted," she said "and don't think I didn't hear you just there Spikey. You don't give the orders around here anymore. So me sucking your dick? Looking extremely unlikely." Spike was about to open his mouth to remind her how not half an hour ago she'd been moaningly agreeing that she loved sucking his cock. He was cut off before he started by Buffy saying in a matter-of-fact kind of voice "Of course you'll have to be punished. Don't you agree Spike?"

"Yes Mistress, if that would please you."

"Well duh Spike." Buffy said almost making Spike come completely out of role and wet himself laughing. She returned to Domme mode very quickly though "I'd actually much rather use that cock of yours to ride myself to a few more orgasms but I suppose you must be taught a lesson first."

"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry I try your patience, and I thank you for delaying your pleasure to instruct me in proper behaviour."

Buffy eyed him for signs of piss-taking and finding he looked pretty sincere she decided to let this one go. "You know, I don't feel properly dressed for this," she mused pretty much to herself, they'd both be naked since about 10 minutes after she arrived "now what would feel right to wear?" Looking around the basement of the crypt she spied the perfect thing and her face lit up. "Leather, that's what I need." Spike watched as she almost ran over to the chair where he'd left his duster draped. Buffy shrugged it on quickly, fastening one button over her breasts and leaving the rest to flap and flow as they pleased. Spike shuddered with lust. Jesus but she looked sexy in his coat and nothing else. He also couldn't rid himself of the thought that it'd be torture wearing it after this as it was bound to reek of her and her arousal. Buffy slinked back over to him, giving him the briefest glimpses here and there of her stomach, her thighs, her breasts.

"You look magnificent mistress." Spike said unbidden in an awed voice.

"Thank you Spike. But don't think that'll save you, I haven't forgotten your punishment." Reaching over to the bed she snagged the scarf that had been used to tie her hands earlier. She let the end of it trail over his thigh and slowly ran it up his body to head height, causing Spike to shudder again. She secured the scarf over Spike's eyes giving him goose bumps from his now total dependence and the feel of the leather of the coat on his skin as she reached around back to tie the fold tight.

"Now we're going to have some fun Spike." she breathed in his ear. "Now we'll see who belongs to who." Then she walked away from him and Spike was left in frustration as he heard her start to climb the ladder to the upper level. Surely she wasn't just going to leave him like this? He purposefully pushed down the agitation. She wasn't finished with him there was no way she'd leave just yet. He'd smelled how aroused she was before she donned his duster, she'd have to at least shag him once before she'd even think about going anywhere. He decided to wait patiently. His patience was rewarded quite quickly as he heard her come back down the ladder. She approached him and ran something cold and solid feeling over his chest, driving him mad wondering what the hell she had found to play with now. Then he heard a cap being removed from a bottle. Grinning he realised it must be lube, 'Well, well he thought she surprised me with the butt plug the first time. Looks like she doesn't have much else up her sleeve though.' He was reminded of his position by a sharp slap to the face.

"What are you smiling about Vampire?" Buffy questioned "You better believe you won't be smiling for long. You are a very naughty boy and you need to be taught a lesson."

"Yes Mistress." Spike did the only thing he could and agreed.

He listened carefully and heard the sound of liquid sloshing inside a bottle. It briefly crossed his mind that the sound was a little more liquid-y than you'd expect from a bottle of lube. His musing was rudely interrupted by Buffy squeezing his cock as if she'd sensed his inattention and was bringing him back to the present. "Now you will take your punishment like a big boy. I don't want to hear a squeak out of you until I say you can speak. Do you understand.?"

"Yes Mistress."

Spike readied himself for her finger at his anus greasing it up to shove in a butt plug. He was surprised, first of all by the feeling of Buffy's finger on his chest; secondly by the fact that as she drew her finger down the far right side of his chest a little that it burned. 'Bitch,' he thought to himself, wanting to bellow from the burning sensation 'she went and bloody got Holy water.' This was exactly what Buffy had done. As soon as the idea had entered her head she had scooted upstairs to where her patrolling bag had been dumped and fetched her bottle of Holy water. She had tipped the bottle with her finger in the neck so that it was wetted by the liquid then proceeded to have fun drawing on Spike's chest. She was only lightly grazing the skin with her wet fingers which was why it wasn't hurting Spike as much as it could. The areas she touched were simply becoming very red as opposed to blistering as they would if she decided to just dash the bottle over his chest.

Although it was hardly like standing in a pool of sunlight Spike was really feeling the pain, but as Buffy used her dry hand to squeeze and rub at his cock the pain and pleasure became inextricably linked by his nervous system. It seemed to go on forever but because of the pleasure/pain Spike had no idea what Buffy was up to, his mind couldn't wrap itself around finding a pattern in the burning sensations being evoked on his chest. There was a pattern however, a very purposeful one which made Buffy want to laugh her head off and run away at the same time; Spike was not going to be happy when he saw what she had done. Finally she was done and looked at her handiwork as she evilly took his cock and ran it back and forth along the length of her dripping slit. Spike's hips bucked forward involuntarily at the sensation of her moist heat, and Buffy seemed to take pity.

"Awww. Poor Spikey. You were such a good boy, you didn't make a sound. Would you like to be rewarded by me riding your dick?"

"Sodding hell! Yes please." Spike grunted out as Buffy discarded the bottle and dried her hand on the inside of his duster. She placed her hands on his shoulders and hefted herself up so that she could wrap her legs round his waist poising herself over the head of his cock. She lowered herself onto it. Gripping tightly with her inner muscles as she took him deeper and deeper. "You just concentrate on keeping your balance my little bitch." she murmured in his ear as she slowly pushed herself back up his length using her hands on his shoulders as leverage to control the movement. Spike couldn't really do much else as he was completely prone, obviously not even being able to support her with his arms, tied and useless as they were. Buffy slid up and down on his hard shaft gradually increasing the pace a little until she was grunting in his ear "You like that my little puppy dog? You like me riding your dick? Squeezing it in and out, in and out of my hot pussy?"

Spike was beyond speech, the feel of her tight wetness surrounding him, punctuated by the contracting of her inner muscles and the way her breasts rubbed against the sore spots on his chest almost undoing him. "Don't you dare fucking come until I give you permission." she grunted out. "Tell me I'm the best you ever had." she demanded humping herself up and down faster and harder.

"Uuunnggh.....yeah.......you...are..." He grunted "best I ever...........fuck!!!..........ever had."

"Good." Buffy panted before going at it like a wild woman. In a matter of seconds Spike felt the telltale fluttering inside of her that told him she was going to come. 'She'd better give me permission to come pretty damn soon,' he thought to himself 'otherwise I'm in trouble all over again because I'm not going to be able to hold this one back.' Buffy kept getting faster until she suddenly stopped for a fraction of a second at the top of his dick before thrusting herself down hard three times. Her legs spasming around his waist as Spike felt moisture flood her already soaked channel and cover his dick. He held on though, which was just as well because his little trick of making her come over and over again until she blacked out had readied her body for multiple orgasm. Her hips continued to thrust instinctively as she came down and almost immediately she felt another one building. "Cum........now....." She panted out, still managing to make it sound like an order. A few more quick thrusts onto his cock and they were both roaring as their orgasms crashed through them.

Spike hung limply from his chains and Buffy clung to his neck, her legs barely capable of hanging on round his waist. After a minute Spike said "Erm.....permission to speak Ma'am."

"Yeah whatever." Buffy said making Spike shake his head and smile as she lazily clung to him.

"I think you're going to have to get down luv before you fall down. You're slipping off and I really don't fancy you taking my dick with you."

Buffy climbed off and shook her head to clear it. "Well," she said suddenly remembering the game "did you learn your lesson Spike?"

"Yes Mistress. Erm could you take the blindfold off Mistress I'd love to see your beautiful face all flushed and pleasured."

"Not yet." Buffy said surprising him, what the hell was she planning now? He heard her moving away then finally she said, "We can switch back again if you want, but I'm going patrolling, it's dark outside now. If you want to play you'll have to get yourself free and catch me." He couldn't see it but he knew she had the cheekiest grin in the world on her face as he heard her practically sprint up the ladder.

It actually only took him a minute or two of good solid tugging to get his chains free. Freeing his wrists he reached up and ripped the blindfold from his eyes. As he did so air swept over his chest and he was reminded of the Holy water. Looking down he was puzzled to see what looked like letters. It took him a moment to puzzle out from seeing them upside down that written across his chest in bright red marks from the burning Holy water were the words 'Property of Buffy Summers'. Pulling on his jeans and a t-shirt VERY quickly, he leapt almost the whole height of the ladder and pulled himself up. ‘"Come and catch me." she says,' he thought 'too bloody right I'm going to catch her. If it takes all night I'll get her for this'

THE END