Lollipops and Ice Cream

Chapter 9

A/N: Neither Spike nor I intended the events of this chapter to be
as they are - it's all Buffy's fault!!!

Buffy jumped up from the floor and stood before Spike, tugging at
the front of his clothing until he opened his eyes.

"Can I have a lollipop Mr Spike? Can I?" Buffy asked bouncing up and
down in front of him excitedly. She instantly noticed how his eyes
were drawn to her chest.

That was an advantage she hadn't counted on. Her bouncing had purely
been to emphasise her `kiddiness' after her near-slip. Boob
jiggling wasn't intentional but she could definitely work with it.

"Give me one Mr. Spike, please." She said, puppy eyes in place. She
only realised the double meaning of her words when she saw Spike
shiver. All to the good, she bounced harder as she spoke again.

"Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop!" she repeated, making sure Spike got
a good jiggling eyeful with each word.

Spike was really suffering; impossibly it was like his cock got
harder with each wiggle of Buffy's breasts. He couldn't help but
feel that if this went on much longer he'd mess up his pants; either
by bursting the zipper with his steel-like erection or by exploding
and drenching them with his sticky cum. Neither option was a welcome
prospect with a kiddy-fied Buffy present.

"Buffy stop it!" he snapped, just about at his wits end and not able
to take another second of the tantalising display she was subjecting
him to.

He instantly regretted having raised his voice to her and was almost
afraid to look at her face. He didn't want to see her crying again,
especially not because of him. He was relieved to find, when he did
look, that although Buffy was sporting an almighty pout, she wasn't
crying.

Buffy had actually only just managed to replace her self-satisfied
grin with the pout before Spike looked at her. She knew straight
away that his look of relief was because she wasn't crying and felt
a momentary twinge of guilt.

The guilt passed quickly when she realised that his eyes had
travelled from her pouting lips to back to her chest as if
magnetically drawn there. To his credit his eyes almost immediately
flicked away and she had to admire his self-restraint. His obvious
lust however, only incited her to tease him more. Hell when had she
ever gotten into a sexual situation where she didn't want to drive
him crazy with lust? It made the sex so much better.

Licking her lips slowly Buffy looked up at Spike, an alluring
mixture of innocence and temptation.

"See Mr. Spike!" she grinned "my tongue is peeking out cos it needs
a lollipop to lick."

She made a point of her tongue and allowed it to rub quickly back
and forth across her top lip. She relished the look of horror on his
face and the way his eyes went wide.

"N-no. No lollipops." Spike stuttered "Too much sugar in lollipops.
They-they're bad for your teeth. How about erm, how about some..ice
cream? Yeah more ice cream."

Buffy fixed Spike with a critical stare. Inside she was laughing fit
to burst. Now he wasn't making any sense at all. She had him so
flummoxed! She hadn't had so much fun in a long time. Turning on a
dime she decided to give Spike a side of her he rarely got.

"Please Mr. Spike. Please, please!" she turned on her best puppy dog
eyes.

Spike shifted uncomfortably in the face of her pleading. It wasn't
her fault he couldn't keep his mind out of the gutter. All the kid
(and she was a kid - he reminded himself) wanted was a lollipop. He
looked at her looking at him, tongue still popping out, and knew in
that instant that he just couldn't watch her with a lollipop again.

"How about some more of that ice cream then?" he asked desperately.

Buffy opened her mouth to point out that ice cream was no better
than lollipops, teeth-wise. She closed it again quickly when she
remembered what was in Giles' freezer with the ice cream.

"Ok." She said with a wide grin.

Spike eyed her a little suspiciously, but decided not to rock the
boat. If she was going to be good, and quiet and most importantly of
all `still' who was he to stand in the way of her?

They went into the kitchen and headed for the freezer.

"Hey hold your horses!" Spike exclaimed as Buffy barged past him and
flung the door of the freezer wide. His exclamation didn't stop her
for a second as she delved in, bypassing the ice cream and yanking
out something which Spike couldn't see.

Backing away from him she held her recently retrieved treat behind
her back.

"Buffy what have you got there?" Spike asked, perplexed by the sound
of rustling paper that was coming from behind her back.

"I don't know what you mean Mr. Spike." Buffy said, the picture of
innocence as her hands continued to work at the wrapper behind her
back. She wanted it ready to eat when she brought it out. Didn't
want the impact to be spoiled by Spike seeing what she had before
she could get it into her mouth.

"Give it to me Buffy." Spike said advancing towards her as she
continued to back away. "I said you could have ice cream, and that's
all you can have young lady. So whatever you have, hand it over."
"Nu-uh!" Buffy shook her head, laughing.

"Buffy I mean it. Do as you are told for once, I won't have you
defying me like this. Give it to me."

"Nu-uh!!" Buffy repeated, her grin getting wider.

"Buffy! Do you want me to smack your bottom again?"

Buffy was suddenly torn. Strange as it was (like everything else
that had been going on the past few hours wasn't strange!) she'd
immediately found she really enjoyed him spanking her over his knee.

The question she faced now was what did she want more? To put into
practice her next plan for shameless teasing? Or to get him to spank
her bottom until she squirmed.

"Well Buffy, is that what you want?" Spike interrupted her thoughts.
Slowly she backed towards the trash and silently deposited her
frozen treat there. That could wait she decided, Giles had plenty
more, she could get back to that plan later. Pulling herself up to
her admittedly somewhat vertically challenged, full height, she
thrust her chin out in defiance. She stuck her tongue out and
waggled it before saying.

"I don't have anything." And she showed him her empty hands. Now for
the icing on the cake. "Besides, I'm not scared of you Mr. Spike,
you spank like an old lady!"

"I-I...you little..I.WHAT?!" Spike spluttered unable to believe what
the little brat had just said.

"A VERY OLD lady." Buffy qualified with a grin before making to dart
past the apoplectic vampire.

She didn't make it, but then again she hadn't really planned to.
Spike seized her by the arm as she passed him and marched her out
into the living room.

The arm he had seized was held above her head, keeping her in place
as he delivered a couple of stinging swats to her behind as they
went.

Once they reached the sofa he wasted no time turning her over his
knee, enraged further by the fact that as he pulled her down Buffy
let out a giggling "Whee!"

"I'll give you bloody whee!" Spike ranted. "Old lady? Let's see what
your bottom says to that after I'm through with you."

Buffy continued to giggle as Spike laid the first few spanks on,
which just exhorted him to greater efforts.

"You naughty," SPANK SPANK

"naughty," SPANK SPANK

"naughty" SPANK SPANK

"little girl." SPANK SPANK.

"You WILL," SPANK SPANK SPANK

"learn to do as I tell you." SPANK SPANK SPANK

"And not cheek me." SPANK SPANK SPANK.

The spanking and the lecturing went on as Buffy felt a flood of
juices between her legs. She'd stopped giggling, the spanks were
really starting to sting and tingle and burn now.

As Spike continued to tan her hide she started to squirm over his
lap trying to get her clit into contact with something, anything.

Suddenly Spike stopped spanking. Buffy was confused but after a few
seconds respite she felt Spike flip her dress up. `Oh wow!' she
thought `he knows I'm wearing a thong, I'm about to get a bare assed
spanking. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.'

Meanwhile Spike's mind was whirring. The break in the spanking had
been caused because he'd had the sudden unpleasant shock of smelling
Buffy's arousal.

His first thought had been that her body was reacting without the
input of her mind. However he quickly realised that she had been
shifting to try to get herself off. Putting that quickly together
with other little clues from the way she had been speaking and
behaving since the spell Spike quickly came to the correct
conclusion.

Most of the really bad behaviour she'd displayed had happened after
the spell. The little wench was herself, and she was playing with
him!

Well, two could play at that game, he decided as he flipped her
skirt up to continue the spanking and started to plan exactly what
to do with the Slayer.

TBC...

Chapter 10

Spike resumed spanking the errant Slayer with a good deal of gusto,
pleased to find that after a while Buffy stopped squirming and just
took the blows. The scent of her pleasure however, just kept
increasing, confirming to Spike that all of his assumptions had been
correct.

After about another twenty hard wallops Spike stopped spanking the
now limp fibber. Buffy stayed across his lap feeling very strange
but undoubtedly extremely turned on. Maybe she should just come
clean so they could get to the really good stuff.

Spike lifted her from his lap and stood her in front of him.

"You were very bad just now Buffy." He said, displaying an
outrageously convincing poker face. "You have to mind me."

"I'm sorry Mr.Spike." Buffy replied, trying to keep the `dreamy'
look elicited by the spanking and the excitement off her face.

"Well you punishment isn't over yet. You made me very angry Buffy. I
don't even want to look at you right now. Go and stand in the corner
and think about what you've done and what your spanking has taught
you. I'll tell you when I think you've had long enough to realise
what a bad girl you are and we'll see if you really are sorry then."

Strangely Buffy found herself obeying and actually feeling a little
ashamed of herself as if she really were being told off. Part of her
brain was screaming `Where's the fun in standing in the corner?'
Another part (the one that had pushed for and enjoyed the spanking)
was saying `Just do as he says. This is a different kind of fun.
Besides, it gives you more time for the planning.'

Buffy could feel Spike's eyes boring into her as she stood.
Disconcertingly, it gave her the need to squirm. It seemed like she
had been standing there aware of Spike's intense gaze forever. In
reality it was less than five minutes, but Buffy just couldn't stand
the suspense any longer. Was he going to smack her again? Was he
going to go all nice guy again? She had to know.

"I'm going to be a good girl now I promise. Can I come out now?" she
asked in her best `innocent' voice.

In one step Spike was directly behind her, he too had been planning
his revenge. And of course admiring the sight of the Slayer standing
with her nose in the corner. However, her voice woke him up
immediately.

CRACK! CRACK!

His hand landed once on the back of each knee, making the Slayer
dance at the pain in the surprisingly sensitive area as he
admonished her.

"I told you, you have to stay there until I say so. I don't even
want to look at such a bad little girl and you obviously haven't
even been doing what I said and thinking about your naughty ways.
Maybe your bottom's not sore enough. I'll give you a little longer
to think on that then we'll see what's necessary."

He turned to walk to the kitchen and smirked as he heard her shift a
little and smelt her scent becoming even stronger.

Buffy could feel that he'd walked away. She couldn't believe how
turned on she was. Her face flushing crimson she collapsed slightly
to lean on the wall to her right.

CRACK! CRACK! Back of her knees again.

Spike must be psychic! Or he'd heard her slouch and used that damned
vamp speed and stealth to sneak back up and deliver those two.

"Stand up straight!" he barked "Now I have to go make a quick phone
call. You stand up properly until I get back. I'll be watching you."

That last bit sent a shiver down her spine. Again Buffy found
herself obeying, but not without thinking `Oh you are so gonna pay
for this buster!'

Spike went into the kitchen and dialled the Magic Box. As he
listened to the ringing tone he peeped round the corner to make sure
Buffy was standing still and hadn't moved to try to eavesdrop.
Satisfied he turned his attention to the phone which Giles had just
picked up at the other end.

"Giles?" he whispered "Just wondering what the status was with the
spell mate...No I can't speak up, actually that's what I was calling
about...Yeah listen when that crystal is ready could you give me a
ring before you do it again?......No I bloody well am not `up to
something'" Spike fumed and lied. "Listen I don't have to be here
mate!"

Spike checked furtively round the corner to see if Buffy was still
where she should be. His voice had raised more than he had intended
and he made a concerted effort to control it and himself as he began
to speak again.

"The reason I asked you to call first is because the poor little
mite is asleep. Think It's all been a bit much for her....Well, no I
just don't want her to be woken up by it, especially if it doesn't
work, might frighten her...yeah, yeah, just let me know and I'll
wake her up before you try it. Ok, ok see ya."

Spike hung up the phone; mission accomplished! Obviously he wasn't
sure what effect repeating the spell might have on the already
restored Buffy but he WAS concerned that it'd be bad.

Giles had said they were looking for other spells, so they wouldn't
be home any time soon, and now they'd be sure to call before they
tried anything else that may have an adverse effect on the slayer.
Let the games commence!

"Buffy darling." Spike came out of the kitchen and ensconced himself
on the sofa. "Do you think you've learned your lesson now? Are you
ready to be a good girl?"

"Yes Mr. Spike." Buffy said, displaying her obedience by keeping her
nose to the corner.

"Ok sweetheart." Spike said, taking advantage of the opportunity to
use as many terms of endearment as possible while she couldn't let
her mask slip and tell him not to. "Come over here for a moment."

Buffy turned, pasting the most contrite look she could muster onto
her face. "I AM sorry Mr.Spike." She said, as she walked over to him.

"And I'm sorry for having to spank you so hard luv." Spike said
pulling her down to sit sideways on his lap.

Buffy immediately started squirming. Spike wasn't sure if she was
attempting to squirm her way closer to his groin with the intention
of teasing some more, or whether her reddened bottom was the cause
of her wriggling.

"What's up sweetie?" Spike asked in syrupy tones as he stood her up.
He gently rubbed her covered bottom as adults do when a child has
fallen and gotten a bump or bruise. "Are you sore honey?"

Buffy smiled inwardly, the brief rub on her sore bottom had given
her an idea. Spike had stopped it abruptly, probably ashamed even
though her bum was covered, she surmised. Well she was sure she
could take his embarrassment up a notch or two.

"Uhuh!" she nodded, lip jutting out. "It's sore."

Turning her back she pulled her skirt up so that Spike had a close
view of her ruddy backside. Looking over her shoulder she saw Spikes
face take on a look of utter shock as he gulped hard. Stopping her
own grin before it started she bent at the waist a little, and still
looking over her shoulder to watch his reaction, asked Spike's
opinion.

"Is it very red Mr. Spike?"

"Yes luv." Spike said, fighting to keep the pride out of his voice
(well she had asked for it), and to keep from adding `and it'll be a
good deal sorer if you keep this teasing up.'

"Maybe you should put your hands on it," she innocently
suggested, "cos they're always so cold, they would cool it down."

`Bloody little minx!' thought Spike. `She's incorrigible. Right then
pet, won't be expecting this will you?'

"Ok...but...but just for a second though." He said, laying on
the `indecision' in his voice as thickly as he could, before placing
his hands gingerly, as if nervous, on her bottom and simply holding
them there. He wanted to knead and squeeze and generally cop a
decent feel of her ass. But he had a game plan here and he's smelt
her arousal increase the second he'd made physical contact. He
rubbed gently, just to work her up a little further. Delighting in
the almost imperceptible change in her breathing.

Abruptly he pulled his hands away. "That better petal?"

"No!" Buffy said pouting and stomping her foot. "It still hurts.
But..." a wicked grin lit up her face and although Spike knew he was
holding the cards here he couldn't help but be a little nervous. "I
know what will make it better!"

"And what would that be?" Spike asked, genuinely a little worried
but also curious as to what she was up to now.

Without warning Buffy scampered off into the kitchen and was back in
front of him in an instant. Quickly, she tore the wrapper off what
appeared to be a popsicle. When it was uncovered Spike was surprised
to see it was white and creamy looking.

This was a British popsicle called `Mini-Milk' he noted from the
wrapper. Watcher sure did have a sweet tooth, must have had them
sent over. He was fairly certain of what Buffy was about to do with
the ice-cream/popsicle hybrid.

Sure enough Buffy slowly slid the popsicle into her mouth and just
as slowly drew it back out. When it was all the way out she ran her
tongue round and round the top of it. Her eyes locked with his as
she slid it back in. Prepared he might have been but when Buffy's
eyes closed and she let out a low `mmmmm' sound his dick stood
straight to attention.

"This is sooo yummy." Buffy said, still in the same tones. "Ohhh
Mr.Spike it tastes so good I could suck on it all day!"

Spike fought for control of himself, couldn't let the little tease
get to him now, that would spoil his plans.

"Buffy ...I...erm...I didn't say you could...."

His words faltered and tailed off when Buffy opened her eyes and
pushed the treat in and out rapidly before running her tongue and
lips up one side and down the other. When she pulled her head away
from the popsicle her full lips were coated with it's creamy
whiteness.

He had to give her her dues he thought, as he closed his own eyes to
block out the very suggestive sight she presented; the girl had
thought this one out, it was very obvious that she'd considered
EXACTLY what that stuff would look like coating her mouth.

A couple of deep breaths and Spike carefully opened one eye a little
to see what she was up to now.

Buffy was singing inside - oh but her idea had worked like a charm.
She was in no doubt about what Spike was thinking about, in vivid
detail, right now. Time to take it up a notch.

Slurping noisily on the popsicle she got the outside good and runny
before beginning to flick it at her chest. When that didn't work she
smeared from her neck down to the valley between her breasts with
the sticky white substance. Popping it back into her mouth she
allowed a good sized dibble to run down her chin.

"Uh-oh Mr. Spike." she said in little girl tones "I made a mess."

The second Spike opened his eyes fully Buffy snaked her tongue out
and caught the bit running down her chin. She looked down at her
chest then woefully up at Spike.

"I can't lick that bit off." She said. "Maybe you could do it for me
Mr.Spike."

Spike wanted to more than he could even have attempted to say; in
fact his mind was fiendishly running through a multitude of things
he would like to do with that popsicle, but his resolve was strong.

"No Buffy!" he said managing to find his `pissed-sitter'
voice. "Look at the mess you made. Now you give me that and march
into the bathroom and wash all that stuff off do you hear me?"

Buffy looked at him mouth agape. She had been sure that that would
have had more effect. Damn him, teasing was no fun if the other
person actually got really pissed at you. Suddenly the little girl
act wasn't an act.

"Fine!" she huffed thrusting the popsicle at Spike as she stomped
towards the bahroom. Spike looked down at his black t-shirt which
now had a lovely white sticky pattern and an idea came to him.

A couple of minutes later Buffy came out of the bathroom and walked
into the kitchen to join Spike.

"Mr. Spike, I'm sorry I..." Buffy gulped. Spike was standing half
naked in Giles kitchen. He'd removed his t-shirt and was lounging
against the counter, lithe toned body yelling at her to be touched.
She had forgotten for a moment just how beautiful Spike could be. As
Spike stood up and moved towards her his muscles shifted beneath his
perfect skin. Buffy was forcibly reminded of seeing those muscles
shift like that in an entirely different set of circumstances.

The images of him moving above her as he plunged his dick to the
hilt in her clenching pussy almost had her gasping. Spike grinned as
he noticed the increase in her scent and knew instantly that it was
his game again. Oh but she would pay now, that last little seduction
attempt had done nothing but give him more motivation. He almost
felt sorry for her.

TBC....

Chapter 11

Spike walked slowly towards Buffy like a big cat stalking it's prey.
He held her gently by her upper arms.

"Did you just say you were sorry sweetheart?"

Buffy gulped again at his proximity and the close-up she had of his
perfectly sculpted chest. Electricity shot through her at his touch.

"Aww that's my good girl." Spike said pulling her into a tight
embrace. For a second she almost let herself go, almost let herself
rub her aching groin against the ever-present bulge in his pants, but
she did manage to stop herself. She tried to squirm out of his
embrace and keep from panting as she forced herself to speak.

"Wh-where's your t-shirt Mr. Spike?"

"Well I had to take it off and wash it didn't I?" he said mock-
seriously. "Because someone," he started to tickle her ribs, "got
sticky popsicle all over it."

"Don't!" Buffy shrieked, pulling away from Spike and making a run for
it. Spike chased her, grabbing her and tickling her ribs until they
both collapsed onto the scene of many of tonight's adventures, the
sofa.

The screaming and wriggling was having the same effect on both of
them. Heart-rates and lust were climbing, but Spike had been holding
off for a long time. Self control was becoming second nature to him
by now. Buffy was in more trouble than she knew.

Spike pinned her hands above her head with one hand and tickled in
earnest.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Buffy cried.

"Sorry. That means nothing where I come from." Spike grinned evilly,
continuing to tickle. "Do you mean you want me to stop?"

"Yesss!!" Buffy shrieked.

"Then say - Mr.Spike's the king of the castle and I'm a dirty
rascal." He demanded.

Normally Buffy would have chewed her own arms off to escape and not
have to say that but she just couldn't handle this anymore. Giggling
uncontrollably she finally forced the words out.

She was still giggling and squirming when Spike lifted her, intending
to place her straddling his knees as she'd been earlier. Buffy
however thought he was trying to continue tickling her and squirmed
all the more. This resulted in her ending up sitting with one leg
either side of his right knee.

Spike grinned, couldn't have worked better if he'd completely planned
it this way. Catching her wrists he began to bob her up and down on
his leg.

"Wanna play horsey?" he asked, continuing the gentle bouncing.

"No-ooohh!" Buffy replied her denial turning into an `oh' at the
friction suddenly created on her clit when Spike straightened then re-
bent his leg a little, letting her slip backwards over his knee. By
pulling forward on her arms he was able to position her so that every
jogging movement he made rubbed her in `just' the right place.

Buffy's face flushed crimson as she slid up and down his shin. She
had been aroused enough from the spanking, then the being held down
and tickled, not to mention half naked Spike, but this! This was
going to push her over the edge. Spike was going to know VERY soon
that she was a woman again. She was having a terrible time stopping
herself panting and moaning as it was.

She was being carried along so forcefully on the wave of lust that it
didn't even occur to her to question how intentional his actions
were. She was too busy attempting to keep her arousal to herself.

"Oh! Oh!" she eventually let out two exclamations as he bounced her.

"Sorry sweetheart." Spike said stopping abruptly. "I keep forgetting
you're only a little girl. I think I got you over-excited."

The practical admission, albeit cryptic, completely passed Buffy by
as she gritted her teeth and fought not to groan at the loss of the
delicious sensation.

"Yes ," Spike said staring intently at Buffy's flushed face. "I think
we've both had enough `game playing' for one night, don't you?"

"Ermm. well." Buffy was well and truly ruffled, and suddenly didn't
care how obvious she was being. "I, I kinda liked that game."

A brief evil grin from Spike.

"No. I definitely think that's enough. Besides, I left my shirt and
your overalls soaking in detergent and we really should get them
sorted out. Let's go see how they are getting on."

Frustrated and more than a little unhappy Buffy followed Spike into
the kitchen where the clothes were soaking in the sink.

The shirt was fine as he'd wet and soaked it so soon after it had
gotten sticky. The overalls however were a different matter. Clicking
his tongue at the chocolate stains on Buffy's clothes, Spike wrung
out the garments and led Buffy to Giles' utility room behind the
kitchen.

Buffy wanted to cry like the child she was pretending to be. A fierce
heat was pounding and throbbing between her legs and Spike was just
casually doing laundry?!?

Her hand sneaked down to rub at her clit over her clothes. It was
good but not good enough and she wanted to scream in frustration.
Then she had a brilliant idea.

"I'm just gonna go watch some cartoons while you do this Mr.Spike."
she said in honeyed tones. "I'll be a good girl and sit quiet."

Spike knew very well that Buffy's sudden wish to get away from his
presence was nothing to do with wanting to watch cartoons. He'd seen
her rubbing herself out of the corner of his eye. Although the
possibility of going in there and catching her with her hands in her
juicy little snatch was indescribably appealing, Spike wanted to see
how far he could push her himself before she cracked.

"No, sweetheart. I want you to stay here where I can keep an eye on
you." He said as he popped his shirt into the washing machine and set
it to spin to remove the excess water from its soaking.

Buffy pouted. "But..." was as far as she got before Spike lifted her
up and swung her into a sitting position on top of the machine.
However he did not stop at merely seating her on the vibrating
machine he quickly manoeuvred her so that her legs were spread open,
one each side of the corner nearest him.

In a deliciously evil stroke of genius he pushed back slightly on her
hips tilting her so that her clit was almost in contact with the top
of the machine. He knew direct vibrating stimulation on that most
sensitive nub of flesh would push her over very quickly so he tried
(and managed) to get her positioned so that her clit was close enough
but that most of the vibration came second hand via her slickened
pussy lips.

"I.oohh!" Buffy exclaimed "I can't sit here Mr.Spike."

Spike looked at her closely. She was chewing her lip in agitation,
here eyes were wide and rapidly heading for that `wild' look she got
when highly aroused. He was enjoying her obvious torment so much he
almost missed her sudden movement to get down from the machine.

"A-a-ah! No you don't." he said. "You stay right where you are young
lady. You've managed to get into enough mischief for one night. Stay
right there while I have another go at your overalls."

Damn him! He was back to the freakin laundry talk again! Buffy was
just about to protest that she'd be a good girl when Spike caught her
attention with a new tack.

"Watch what I'm doing sweetheart." He said. "I have a feeling you're
going to end up hopeless at domestic stuff when you're older."

The sly dig at her domestic abilities was completely missed by the
desperate Slayer. She was far too busy concentrating on NOT grinding
herself down on the vibrating machine.

"Watch pet." He repeated, chuckling at the fact that she hadn't
yelled at him for casting aspersions on her prowess in all things
housework-y. Evidently she was still maintaining her façade. He
couldn't help but admire the strength (or should that be stubborness)
she was showing.

"See you need to use your thumb to gently work your way through the
layers of the stain. Working the water in gently."

Buffy looked down and gulped. Spike was holding the garment with one
hand flat under the stain. The thumb of the other hand was rubbing
gently but firmly at the worst area of the stain.
It was moving in a slow circular motion. Her clit twinged and her
opening flooded at the memory of how that thumb felt; that thumb
making EXACTLY that motion against her clit. She bit back a groan,
just as Spike made it much worse.

"You have to rub firmly but tenderly until the whole area is very
very wet. Work it so it starts to come out. Then you have to rub a
little harder, faster.."

Buffy whimpered and gave up the fight to keep her nether regions
separate from the washing machine. Spike noticed both the sound and
the slight rocking motions her hips were now making.

"..really hard and really fast if it needs it." He continued. "Like
that, good and hard."

Buffy's hips were increasing in pace as he spoke as if he were
directing her. She couldn't take it anymore, she lurched forward to
jump off the washing machine. One thought only ran through her mind.
Get away from the machine and Spike and into the bathroom so she
could take care of this then come back and play her little game again
without distraction.

Spike stopped her before she'd even really moved. Gripping her arms
he forced her back to a sitting position on the machine. Buffy
absently licked her lips and swallowed, her brain completely clouded
with lust. Heat building at the feel of his fingers biting into her
skin, from the spin cycle still going beneath her and from the sight
of Spike's toned body, arm muscles flexing as he held her in place.

"I told you no!" he said grinning evilly. "You stay there young lady,
I won't tell you again."
Buffy moaned helplessly as waves of sensation started at her core and
swept through her body. She was no longer capable of worrying about
giving the game away. Each wave rushed up her body and back down to
her centre, just as another wave started up. They came faster and
faster and suddenly she was panting hard. Her hips thrusting against
metal and she knew she couldn't stop this one.

Their eyes locked as Buffy began to hit her peak. Spike grinned, an
evil glint in his eye.

"You know!" they said in unison. Buffy all but screamed it. Spike
said it fairly calmly but with an element of gloat in his voice.

Buffy's orgasm had been destined to be a big one but she had just
reached the start of it when Spike pulled her down from the machine
and crushed his mouth down upon hers.

The teasing and playing and vying to be the one with the advantage
was swept from both their minds as their passion grew with the
lengthening kiss. Buffy wasn't sure whether her half orgasm had
satisfied or frustrated her.

The kiss grew more and more fervent. Spike forced her dress up over
her breasts. His hands went to work on her naked bosom. Buffy rubbed
her groin against his leg even as her hands tried to work the buckle
of his belt free. They moaned into each others mouths and pressed
their bodies together as though they just couldn't get close enough.
Panting, Buffy got the belt undone and as her hands yanked his fly
open Spike's hands found her thong. He grasped it hard at both sides
ready to pull it clean off of her.

The shrill sound of the phone ringing startled them both.

The sound snapped them both back to their full senses. Panting they
each took a step back.

"Guess we should get that." Spike said remembering Giles was planning
to repeat the ageing spell with potentially disastrous consequences.

"Erm...uhuh..ok." Buffy said, trying to shake her head clear of it's
lusty haze.
Smoothing her dress down she followed Spike out of the utility room
to go answer the phone.

"Eeewww!" she suddenly exclaimed loudly. " We just almost got with
the nasty in Giles' house. How gross is that?"

Spike laughed at her outburst. The `eeww' was pure six year old
Buffy, and both it and the rest of the exclamation were very
reminiscent of her vocal style in her younger days when he had first
met her.

Straight face now back on Spike picked up the phone.

"We're ready." Giles said on the other end. "Go and wake her up."

"Actually Watcher, she's awake and .."

"Wonderful!" Giles steamrollered over the rest of Spike's
sentence. "Willow are you ready to go right now?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Spike yelled into the phone. "She's ok. She's
back to normal. Don't go throwing bloody spells around. You might
make her into an old biddy, or worse." he looked at the wanton sight
of Buffy, still flushed and catching her breath and shuddered as he
continued ".you might bloody make her go all kiddy again."

Buffy knew how much that would torture Spike after the state they had
just gotten into and she chuckled and winked at him.

"What?" Giles said. "Well, w-when did all this happen? I must say it
would be nice to at least be kept in the vicinity of the loop."

"Don't get your knickers in a knot Rupert." Spike grinned. "She only
just came round to her normal self."

Buffy made a mock shocked face at him for the double entendre.

"Let me speak to her." Giles demanded.

"Hey Giles." Buffy chirped as she took the phone from Spike. "Yup
definitely back to good old me."

"Well how did that happen?" Giles said sounding more than a little
miffed. He so hated it when it appeared that things weren't working
out in the way that his research had told him they should.
"I mean was it gradual? Or all of a sudden? Do you think the sleep
accelerated it?"

"Hey, I just work here." Buffy shrugged. " I leave all the theorising
to brainy types like you and Will."

"Right, yes, erm quite." Giles said. " Well I need to do some tests
on you. We'll be right there."

This time it was Buffy staring nonplussed at a now dead receiver.
About ten seconds passed before she turned a panicked face to
Spike. "Shit!" she said. "They're coming back!"

"What's the big deal Slayer?"

"The big deal is you know damn well that I'm horny as hell and I was
just about to fuck your brains out and now Giles is on his way to
make me his own personal lab bunny."

"First of all," Spike said. "If there's any brains to shagged out
they'll be yours and I'll be the one doing the shagging.
Second, you are going to have to work for the privilege after the
games you've just been playing.

Buffy was about to counter with her own witty remark but was
interrupted by Spike. "So let's sort this place out and get out of
here. You owe me Slayer, and I'm anxious to be paid."

Quickly they set about throwing away popsicle sticks and wrappers;
washing up ice cream bowls; gathering the stakes Spike had thrown
when looking for a change of clothes for her. Finally they were ready
to leave.

Spike dumped the wet shirt and overalls into Buffy's training bag and
shrugged on his duster. They almost tore the door off its hinges in
their haste to get through it. Still bantering, they left the
apartment and ran slap bang into Giles, Willow and Dawn.

"Where the hell are you off to?" Giles asked indignantly of the still
moving pair.

"Got an idea where those trekkie geeks are." Spike said thinking on
his feet. "Could take a while though. Guess we'll see ya when we see
ya."

"Well really!" Giles excalimed as they disappeared from sight.

"I meant it Slayer." Spike said grabbing her arm and pulling her
along the street. "You are going to pay for winding me up like that
you bad girl!"

"Then lets get a move on." Buffy said with a wink.

Chapter 12

"So, where to?" Buffy smiled seductively at Spike.

"Not sure yet." Spike said suppressing his own smile. "Don't know
what you're grinning about either Slayer. You ARE going to pay for
your teasing. When I get started you won't be quite so pleased with
yourself. Won't be grinning either."

He stepped round in front of her and closed the gap between them.
The proximity greatly exaggerated the height difference and left
Buffy feeling (as Spike intended) completely dwarfed.

"Begging, pleading, screaming the place down, maybe. But I guarantee
smiling won't be happening until I've had my," he reached the behind
and pinched her ass, startling her, "pound of flesh. And until I've
driven you just as crazy as you did me."

Buffy's tummy flipped over at his almost malicious words and the
unmistakeably seductive and sensuous tone in which they were
delivered. Her breath hitched when their eyes met, his blue boring
into her green.

Before she knew what was happening he'd grabbed her by the elbow and
they were heading off at speed. Apparently Mr. Spike knew exactly
where they were going now.

"Spike, where the hell are we going?" Buffy huffed in frustration,
two minutes later as he continued to pull her along. Spike just
continued without breaking stride or giving any kind of answer.

"No way!" she exclaimed when Spike finally stopped. "I know we've
done it some weird ways and some weird places but this is just..
icky!"

"You're getting ahead of yourself Slayer." Spike said. "I didn't
bring you here to shag. It happens to be on the way to my crypt and
the sight inspired me. Another night at my place seemed kind of
samey so I thought I'd have a little fun before we got there."

Buffy looked at Spike like he was crazy. A minute ago Spike had been
as obviously horny as she was; now he wanted to play on the swings
in the playground?

She plastered as seductive a look as she could muster onto her face
and stepped up close to him as he had done to her moments ago.

"Fun as this looks Mr. Spike." She said, teasingly using the name
she'd given him when she'd thought she was four. "I believe there
were some more pressing..." one hand squeezed his crotch, "matters
to attend to."

She moved in closer, her intent to straddle a thigh and rub against
him, a reminder of the `horsey' game.

Getting so close was her mistake. Spike pinned her arms to her sides
and moved backwards, pulling her with him. When they were almost at
the swings he turned her round in his grasp and moved her closer to
them.

He released his hold and Buffy watched, puzzled as pushed one up and
over the bar. Realisation dawned when he caught it on the other side
and put it into a stationary position. Now it was the right height
for her to sit on it and have just her toes touching the ground, he
could push her without hindrance of her feet dragging.

Buffy really wasn't in the mood for childish pursuits, her mind was
running through a much more X-rated scenario involving the swing.
However, she figured if she humoured him, maybe she could get him to
join her. All her previous `ick' factor about the location was
pushed well aside by the lust engendered by the porn film playing in
her head.

Eagerly she moved forward to sit on the seat, preparing to give
Spike an eyeful if he stayed where he was, in front of the swing.
Spike soon put paid to that plan however, when he stopped her as she
prepared to sit, his hands on her upper arms again.

None too gently he moved her right up to the swing still facing it
and pushed her down and forward. He kept up the pushing until she
was bent over the flat seat of the swing, her lower stomach and hips
resting on it and presenting her bottom nicely. Holding her in place
Spike spoke before she even had the chance.

"Now, I actually felt quite bad about spanking you when you weren't
quite yourself." One hand still pressing on her back he flipped up
her dress. "But this one, you've well and truly earned."

Buffy was at a loss as to whether her insides or her pussy were
slippier right now. Her stomach felt like it was sliding around
inside of her as much as her lower lips were sliding against each
other in her struggles to get up. She knew exactly what Spike
intended to do and she was suddenly all too aware again of where
they were.

"Spike!" she protested, disconcerted by the fact that her bottom was
actually tingling in anticipation and that her outraged outburst had
come out on a small giggle as if she were a nervous schoolgirl. She
resolved not to do that again and managed reasonably stern tones
when she continued.

"Spike I'm the Slayer! I can't be seen like this right out in the
open! I'll be striking fear in the heart of no demon if word gets
around!"

"Oh Slayer, stop!" Spike chuckled. "Do you honestly think that
argument is going to do anything but make me happier about this?
Besides, you chose to act like a child after the spell wore off. So,
you'll just have to take my payback like the naughty little
girl you pretended to be in order to tease me."

Wasting no more breath Spike landed his first spank square across
both cheeks. Buffy immediately moaned as her lust rose, from the
blow and his ignoring of her protests. He kept the first ten or so
fairly light, enjoying watching her flesh gently pinken.

Buffy's legs and arms scrabbled for purchase on the ground that they
barely reached as Spike began to increase the intensity and speed of
the smacks. It did her no good. She was bent just far enough that
her centre of balance was tipped forward and she had nothing to
lever herself up on or with.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

She squirmed some more as he alternated cheeks. Whenever a smack
landed Buffy felt a corresponding, expectant tingle on the opposite
cheek. Not once did Spike appease it always aiming for a different
spot on the other side. The tingles from the spanking grew, along
with the tingles in areas which expected to be smacked any minute.

When she was squirming and wriggling just how he wanted Spike went
in for the kill. Unlike the earlier spanking, his one was geared
toward turning the slayer on. Again Spike's nose did not deceive him
but he decided to give her arousal even more of a boost.

Aiming carefully he began to land blows alternately where each cheek
met the corresponding thigh. Buffy's moaning increased exponentially
and the slight movement of the swing heightened the sensations as
the smacks landed just a little harder.

Abruptly Spike stopped, leaving Buffy hanging limply over the swing,
trying to remember how to breathe. She was forcefully reminded how
to do it, when Spike's next movement made her gasp loudly.

Standing square behind her he ever so gently ran the index finger of
each hand along the crease of buttocks and thighs. Buffy's yo-yoing
breathing turned to panting as the fingers slid torturously slowly
inwards. There could be only one place their journey would end. She
squirmed involuntarily at the thought and in a subconscious effort
to hurry them along.

"Poor thing." Spike said. "All red and sore here, in such a
sensitive spot. Maybe I should kiss it better."

"Please..." Buffy breathed, all rational thought long past.

Ever the gentleman, Spike knelt behind her and with cool tongue and
lips traced the path his fingers had just taken. First one side then
the next. His mouth lingered momentarily where the two sides met,
tongue licking once quickly at the copious fluids gathering there,
before he pulled back to savour her reaction.

"Ohhhh! Please, please.." Buffy said wanting to scream but managing
only a moan.

"Now, now." Spike said pulling her up to stand on legs that simply
refused to work properly. "I know exactly what you want, but for
once I actually agree with something you said. It is a little." he
smirked, "icky to do such things here. A playground is not
the place for this kind of thing. Shame on you Buffy Anne Summers!"

Buffy looked at him in puzzled amazement. Her brain wasn't really
functioning on any sort of higher level (or at all come to that),
but she was dimly aware that Spike wasn't going to give her, or
indeed himself what they both so badly wanted.

Puzzled look still in place she allowed him to pull her along in his
wake once more as he set off with a purposeful stride; explaining as
he went what was going to happen next.

"We're off to my crypt Slayer. I told you I'd make you pay for
teasing me and I just might have a toy or two there that will help
me see to it. So come on, chop chop, you want to get to the fun
don't you?"

TBC...Ok so I'm a tease, I know it. What ya gonna do about it?

Chapter 13

The closer they got to Spike's crypt the harder it became for both
of them to control themselves. Buffy was already suffering an acute
attack of `jelly -knees' and was flooding her thong in a way she'd
never have believed possible had it not been happening to her right
now.

The memory of his tongue, just dipping under the elastic of panties
as she lay prone over the swing caused twinges in that area every
time she thought about it. Her intense state of arousal left her
entirely vulnerable each and every time Spike stopped walking and
essentially attacked her mouth with his.

Eventually they reached their destination, but even at the threshold
Spike couldn't resist pushing her against the door and kissing the
breath out of her. As he pulled away and opened the door he warned
(as he had with each kiss) of his intention to well and truly claim
revenge.

By now Buffy just wished he would start so she could finally get
some release. Sure, she might have to wait for a while (although
right now she felt as though she'd come at a look from him) but
she'd get it eventually.

She had no idea how right her last thought had been. For all Spike
knew he'd take great pleasure in torturing her as she had him, he
was also looking forward to just how much Buffy was going to get it
from him. And boy did he intend to give it to her!

As soon as the door closed behind them Buffy became like a woman
possessed. Her wobbly legs began to obey her brain as did the hands
that grabbed him by the lapels of his duster. The hands that began
to tear at his clothes as she kissed him like her life depended on
it.

For a moment Spike almost fell victim to the sheer sensuality of the
woman kissing and undressing him. Only for a moment though. A single
movement of her tongue against his reminded him of milky white
popsicles, of how she'd teased him and of the task at hand.

When he pulled his mouth away from hers and took a step back Buffy
frowned and made to grab his duster again, too far gone to
understand why he was stopping things. Knowing only that she wanted
Spike inside her and that the bulge he'd had in his pants all night
indicated that this was definitely what he wanted too.

Spike caught hold of her forearms when she reached for him and slid
his hands to her wrists, goosebumps rising in their wake. Gently he
manoeuvred both hands to the small of her back and held them there.

"Someone's a greedy little girl!" he chided "None of that luv. This
is on my terms now. "

That said he moved in and kissed her again. Heat rose as their
tongues danced and teased one another and Buffy struggled to free
her hands. She wanted his damn clothes off, wanted to run her hands
over his sculpted chest as she took him inside of her over and over
again.

Struggle as she might however, she could not liberate herself and
her mewls of consternation and the struggling itself aroused them
both as well as amusing Spike no end. He'd meant every word he'd
said. This was on his terms and he would have payback.

When Buffy finally stopped struggling and melted into the kiss Spike
again pulled away.

"Be a good girl luv and take your lumps and maybe I'll see my way to
rewarding you when I've had retribution."

The lust, which was now in control of Buffy's brain as well as her
body, shouted loudly that she should just do as he said so she could
get to the pinnacle sooner rather than later.

Dumbly she nodded a silly smile on her face as she followed him down
to his, now quite cosy, underground bedroom. Her feet didn't work
properly on the ladder and Spike got down well before her.

As she reached the bottom of the ladder he pressed her against it.
Capturing her mouth when she turned her head to look back at him he
tweaked at her nipples with one hand. Buffy leaned back against him
even as her breasts arched into his touch and moaned loudly into his
mouth.

Satisfied that he still had her sufficiently distracted, Spike
pulled a blindfold from his back pocket. Breaking the kiss, he
allowed her head to turn back round and her body to lean forward
against the ladder.

As she leaned forward, panting, Spike swiftly and silently
positioned and secured the fold over her eyes.

With an `ohh' Buffy realised what had happened. Her breathing and
the heat in her groin instantly ratcheted up a good few notches.

"Spike, I...I can't see." She said, cringing to herself at her
obvious statement, but also quite also quite proud that she'd
managed actual speech.

"Well, there's lots of ways of not seeing pet. You're experiencing
the most the most literal one. I experienced another earlier, when
what I thought I was seeing was actually very different to what was
really in front of me. Now we're going to find out which is worse -
seeing something different or not seeing anything at all."

His voice took on a sinister note with his final words and he was
pleased to see goosebumps rise all over the parts of her body he
could currently see.

As was her wont, she surprised him with her next move, coming out
fighting again in spite of her arousal. Spinning round to face him
her head came up as she looked where she thought he would be.

Her hands rose purposefully to remove the fold, her chin jutting
forward in temper. Of course he caught her hands before they ever
got near her head. She knew there was no point (aside from her
enjoying the `over-powered' feeling) in struggling against his grip.
He'd proved that point just moments ago. Instead, she let loose with
what was probably one of her most effective weapons. Her mouth.

"Damnit Spike. I thought you said I had you all riled up. I thought
you'd come over all `alpha-male'. Why bother with these games? Why
not just give me what I was asking for all that time I was
pretending and teasing. You know you could think of nothing but
screwing me senseless."

Her voice took on a mocking, faux-sympathetic tone as she continued.

"And you were such a good boy about it. Poor baby. Well now you can
do it! You had your little spanking fun. Oooh ow! I learned my
lesson Mr.Spike. Now why don't you just give it to me?! Sink right
into me and fuck me hard."

A slow smile spread across Spike's face. Of course he wanted to do
exactly what she'd suggested. However, you do not live as long as
Spike without attaining a fairly impressive level of self-control
should the situation require it.

She was good - she'd almost had him for a second - but he was
better. Little Miss Buffy wasn't about to get off that easily. In
fact she wasn't `getting off' at all until she'd had a good strong
dose of her own medicine.

"'Much fun as that would be Slayer." He said softly. "I'm far from
done with you yet. Now, come with me and I can start having my fun."

Although her brain was reluctant to capitulate in any movement which
aided Spike in `having his fun' her body didn't listen to it. She
allowed herself to be led forward, him walking backwards, still
holding on to her lower arms.

They reached the bed and he released her limbs in order to arrange
her as he wanted on the bed. Buffy allowed this, her attempt at
distraction effectively quashed she was resigning herself to having
to wait.

There were some brief rummaging sounds after he had lain her down
then Buffy felt the mattress shift under his weight as he joined her.

Suddenly Spike was kissing her neck, one hand caressing her nipples
through the sundress, the other rubbing between her legs. Buffy
moaned at the sensations he elicited even as her brow furrowed.
Something was different, not right, not usual..but what?

It dawned on her that Spike was stroking her through her
clothes. Normally he delved straight into her underwear (nine times
out of ten ripping it straight out of his way). As his mouth moved
to hers she realised it felt like a teenage make-out session on Mom
and Dad's couch, like she was doing something she shouldn't with the
neighbourhood bad boy. It felt great actually.

Kissing back for all she was worth Buffy was about to direct his
hand up under her dress and into her panties when a new sound
reached her ears. She barely had time to register that it was a
buzzing sound before contact was made.

Again on top of her clothes she felt a hard vibrating length pressed
against her crotch. An `mmmm' sound was all she could utter at the
strange yet pleasant sensation. Her legs opened wider of their own
volition and her pelvis slowly ground against the vibrator.

Spike adjusted the angle at which he held the toy against her until
he got what he wanted. A breathy `ohhh' and a sharp push downwards
of her hips, telling him that he had it in just the right place
against her clit.

Smiling he kept the same angle but rolled the vibrator ever so
slightly from side to side. It was rolling deliciously back and
forth against her clitoris, the sensation heightened as were all her
senses, by her enforced blindness.

In no time at all Buffy's face grew flushed and her breathing became
laboured. He'd expected her to reach for the blindfold but she did
not. Instead one hand reached gripped the forearm not holding the
vibe. The other found its way to the toy and the hand wielding it
and gripped hard, holding it firmly in place.

Her breathing came faster and harder, in direct proportion to the
almost frantic bucking and twitching of her hips. She was going out
of her mind, constantly feeling that she was almostthere...
just a little more pressure...gripping Spikes hand harder.

He watched her carefully. When he saw the flush creeping up her
chest and throat, heading behind her ears and she began to throw her
head back he knew she really was just on the edge of orgasm. At that
exact moment he yanked his hand and the vibrator free of her grasp.

Grinning he watched her brow crinkle as she wailed.

"Noooo!"

Her hips still undulated as her breathing eventually slowed and an
almighty pout took root on her lips. Her sense gathered quicker then
she would have thought. Spike's words about her pleading and
screaming the place down echoed in hr head, taunting her as much as
the low chuckle currently emanating from the vampire beside her.

Well, she wasn't going to play his games so easily. `Who are you
trying to kid?' piped up a small voice in her head, ` you'll die if
he does that again.' Buffy told the voice firmly to shut up. Calling
up reserves of strength from god only knew where, she pushed one
side of the blindfold up to give Spike a solo eyeballing.

"Meanie!" she pouted.

Spike grinned. Buffy had always been his equal in the battlefield
and the bed and much as he had told her otherwise at time, he loved
her for it. She never failed to rise to a challenge. However, after
what she had put him through tonight he was determined she would not
win this little game.

"Now that's no way to speak to your elder's young lady." He laughed,
shaking the vibrator at her as you would a remonstrative finger.

Buffy couldn't help but giggle at the incongruity of his words and
the image he presented. She gave him a one-eyed eye roll before
settling the fold back in place. Crossing her arms under her breasts
she smiled and issued a challenge she knew she might well come to
regret.

"I'm not scared of you, you old meanie. That the best you've got? I
thought I was supposed to be paying here."

"You are writing cheques your butt can't cash!" Spike said,
highly amused in spite of himself at the playfulness she was
displaying.

"Oooh scary." Buffy taunted. "What ya gonna do? Spank me again?
Doesn't seem to have had much effect so far, does it?"

"Well, that's a blatant untruth," Spike said as he slowly slid her
dress up over her hips, "and we'll get to that later. But much as I
love smacking your bum and making you squeal, it's not
quite," he switched the vibrator back on, "what I had in
mind."

Any response Buffy may have been about to make was erased from her
brain as he deftly positioned the vibrator again; this time with
only her thong panties between it and her most sensitive areas.

The vibrations were conducted much more effectively along the
material of her underwear this time. It took only seconds for Buffy
to be plunged back into the agitated state she'd so recently pulled
herself out of. She moaned and writhed as Spike began his
torturous `rolling back and forth' movement.

A small whimper escaped her lips, elicited when she ground against
the toy and her thong sent the vibration right down over her mound
and between her ass cheeks.

Spike grinned at the sound.

"Not so bloody cocky now are we?" he said smugly.

Buffy couldn't have retorted even if she had been able to hear him
over the sound of her own harsh panting and the blood pounding in
her ears. Her hands moved to resume their former position on each of
his arms.

"No, no, no." Spike chided. "Not this time."

That said, he proceeded to remove the vibrator and place Buffy's
arms firmly up by her ears. Before she could move or protest at all
Spike had returned to his task and she was moaning immediately.

As she got closer to release her hands lifted of their own accord
evidently on their way to holding Spike and his toy in place long
enough this time for her to get to her peak. However the second they
did Spike pulled his hands away leaving Buffy writhing and randomly
thrusting her hips.

"Lie still and do as you're told like a good girl." Spike said. "Or
you don't get what you want."

A strangled groan of frustration flew from her as she slammed her
hands back down onto the pillow.

"Good girl." Spike said

"Gonna..get.. you.. for thiissss!!" Buffy gritted then wailed out,
making Spike grin all the more.

"Uhuh." Spike said.

He moved the hand holding the vibrator down when he sensed she was
very close again. Slowly he turned up the intensity of the vibrator
as he pushed at her entrance through the thong.

Buffy gasped at the dual strange sensations of the vibrator and the
material rubbing against the very edge of her opening. The thumb of
Spike's other hand crept beneath the elastic of her panties and
rubbed lazily at her clit as it had when he was teasing her with
washing her overalls.

Buffy's resolve crumbled as Spike took her so damn close then again
removed both vibrator and hand.

"Please..please.ok I'm sorry I teased you...please no more!"

"Ok so now you've admitted it was wrong to be such a little tease. I
think we really should give you a little more of your own medicine
to teach you a lesson don't you."

"Noooo!" she wailed for the second time tonight.

"Yes." Spike grinned, this time slowly pulling her underwear down
and off.

Buffy almost breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived when
Spike's next move was not at all what she expected. Instead of
moving back between her legs she felt the bed shift on one side of
her head then the other too.

Spike was straddling her upper body he groaned himself as he freed
his painfully hard cock. With a trademark evil grin he turned the
vibrator all the way up and returned it to hover just at her
entrance. His other hand came back and positioned his cock at her
lips brushing over them to convey exactly what he wanted from her.

After a moment of lust-filled confusion her lips parted and she took
his cock into her mouth. Her hands came up and pumped at his shaft
as she began to suck in earnest.

"That's right." He said through gritted teeth. "You know you're
going to have to earn it. And I know you know what you're doing
after your little performance with the lollipop."

Buffy did not answer verbally, her answer came in the form of her
sucking and pumping becoming even more voracious. Spike rewarded her
by pushing just the vibrating tip of the toy into her vagina. Her
hips shifted trying their hardest to pull the vibe further inside,
but despite the wonderful sensations being wrought in his nether
regions, Spike stayed in control and didn't allow it.

She moaned around his length as he continued to tease her with the
vibe. His mouth came down to suckle steadily at her extremely
swollen clit. As he'd planned the sensation wasn't as intense for
her as it would normally be when he was doing this. Compared to the
intense sensation of the vibe on that area his tongue wasn't
anywhere near as extreme. This would ensure that even with what he
planned to do with her in the next moments she would have dropped
back from the edge a little.

As he suckled harder Buffy moaned anew and her strokes became long
and firm on his dick. Spike couldn't believe how well his plan was
working as he continued to circle her opening with the vibe just
inside.

Without warning he thrust the toy inside her wanting wet pussy.
Angling the bottom end of it down towards her ass he pushed the
vibrating tip to her g-spot.

Buffy would have thrashed her head wildly had her mouth not been
otherwise occupied just now. Again she settled for sucking more and
more fervently.

"Good girl." Spike forced out. "You want it don't you? Oh god yeah
you want it. That's it...suck it."

His exhortations spurred her on, as did the sensation of the
vibrator buzzing powerfully against her most sensitive internal
place. The part that was outside of her was angled steeply against
the area between her vagina and her anus; a new sensation for her
that was slowly driving her insane.

Suddenly Spike's ministrations on her clit seemed to break through
the barrier that had been dulling them in comparison to the vibe.
She began to gasp as she continued to pleasure him.

Spike gave up all pretence of control, now slamming the vibrator in
and out and all but biting on her clit. The fever was infectious as
Buffy rose to still greater efforts. Spike panted hard into her
overflowing pussy, veins bulging in his neck, his face flushing as
he felt the rush start in his balls.

He actually grinned as he spewed his cum into her mouth with a huge
groan. He knew he'd left her unsatisfied even as he revelled in his
own release. If Buffy expected him to resume his ministrations once
he had come down a little she was sadly mistaken.

Grinning even more heartily (and evilly) he slid the vibrator out of
her and patting her trembling thigh moved off her and the bed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Buffy exclaimed
immediately and involuntarily. "Revenge is revenge but you are
seriously reducing your life expectancy if you think this is ending
like THAT!"

Spike replied by placing his hand over her extremely over-heated
pussy, and saying.

"Oh no sweetheart. If you think you're getting off that easily you
are very very mistaken!"

TBC..... Just one more part to come hehe (god I just can't help the
double entendres!)

Chapter 14

"I'm not getting off that easily?" Buffy questioned incredulously.

With a movement like lightning Spike found himself grabbed by the
arm, as Buffy stood up and threw him over her shoulder, on to the
bed, simultaneously. She didn't know herself how she'd managed to
channel her desperation into grabbing him, but she figured her inner
primal slayer had finally had enough of the teasing.

"I think you'll find, Mr. Spike, that you are the one who is not
getting off easily. You've had your fun, now I'm damn well gonna
have mine."

Again she surprised herself with her own speed as she ripped her
dress over her head and used it to secure Spikes hands, crossed over
his head, to his headboard.

"Now I got you where I want you." She grinned evilly. "Gee us kids
can be such a handful can't we Mr. Spike?" she said employing her
best `innocent' face and voice. As she spoke she cupped her breasts
in her hands slowly circling her hard nipples with her thumbs.

The sight of her playing with her breasts so flagrantly, all the
while looking like she had no idea what effect she was having on
him, was more than enough to get Spike incredibly hard again.

"Is that a lollipop for me?" She questioned, bending down to suck
very briefly at the tip of his cock. Pulling her head away she gave
his penis a bored look. "I'm not really hungry any more."

Spike growled.

"Now, now." She chided. "Be a good boy, and you might get a treat.
But you know what I really want to do right now?"

Spike closed his eyes and hissed air out through clenched teeth as
she moved closer.

"I wanna play horsey again." Buffy said with a wicked grin. "Can I
ride you horsey?"

Without waiting for a reply Buffy positioned herself, straddling one
of Spike's legs and instantly began rubbing her sodden pussy against
his thigh. As she ground against him over and over again she moved
further and further up his leg.

Positioning herself slightly to the side she rubbed herself against
his hip as her hand came down to stroke his cock in long firm
strokes. Her grinding became faster and harder as did her hand as
she leaned in and put her mouth to his ear.

She nipped at it lightly before whispering breathily.

"Gee-up horsey. C'mon, giddy up."

"Fuck!" Spike yelled as she pumped him just that little bit harder.

"Ohhh I see something else I can ride on." She exclaimed as if the
thought had only just occurred to her. "Do you think it's big
enough?"

As she asked the last question she moved again to straddle him
fully. Keeping her hold on his cock she held it between her legs.
Panting she began to slide his length up and down the outside of her
pussy.

Spike was struggling with his bonds but her slayer strength had
allowed her to ensure that they were tied VERY tightly.

Buffy knew she was close. After all he had left her wanting. She
quickly decided that too much teasing would be counter productive.
She fully intended to get all the pleasure she could before he could
even get close.

Without breaking the undulating rhythm she had started she lifted
herself off him and positioning his cock, she sank down until it
filled her to her core. A loud groan emanated from her as his girth
stretched her passage.

Her inner muscles instinctively clamped around him as if desperate
to hang on to the prize they'd ached for almost all night. Buffy
grunted as she lifted herself, still gripping internally as she rose.

Spike couldn't believe how tight she felt. Unintelligible groans and
curses spilled from his lips when she began moving up and down on
him. Grunts overtook the other noises as Buffy began thrusting
herself up and down rapidly.

Spike cracked his eyes open and almost came from the sight of Buffy
impaling herself hard and fast on his cock. Even more enticing to
him was the fact that one of her hands was pinching her own nipples
and the other was moving with astounding speed over her clit.

He watched in fascination as Buffy threw her head back and jerked
her hips up and down. Her breathing was rapid and rasping as she
grunted with the effort of fucking him so hard and fast.

"Ohh..oohhh..fuck..fuck...FUCK!!!!!!!!!" Buffy screamed as the
orgasm rose fast and crashed over her.

Her teeth were welded together and her nostrils flared as she
continued to ride him and rasp at her clit, determined to make this
feeling last. Her pussy spasmed around his cock as she drove herself
harder.

There it was, that's what she had searched for. Another wave, bigger
probably than the first, swamped her and Buffy lost the ability to
hold herself upright. Collapsing forward onto Spike's chest her hips
moved of their own volition in a slow thrusting on his member as she
rode out the last vestiges of her release.

As she slowed to a stop, her full weight slumped over Spike, legs
and pussy giving involuntary twitches, Spike tried to spur her on to
keep going until he could join her in her euphoric state.

He moved his hips as best he could, vainly attempting to get a
decent thrusting motion and rhythm established.

"Come on Buffy!" he protested. "Finish me off too."

Buffy raised droopy lids to look at him.

"Yeah right Spike. You seriously think I'm gonna do that after what
you just did to me?"

"Fair's fair, pet." Spike argued. "You did more than your fair share
of teasing me too. We're even. C'mon, untie me so I can shag the
sexy little arse off of you?"

Buffy giggled in the face of his most winning smile, and moved off
his cock and his body to lie at his side facing him.

"Not a chance Mister. While that was great, maybe at a push I might
even say really great, I'm still horny as hell so I think you just
might have to stay there until I've had my fill."

"You'll get your bloody fill, alright when I get out of this!" He
warned. "Gonna fill you up with my dick and my cum and keep fucking
you hard even when you're so full it's running out of you!"

As drenched in their combined secretions as it already was Buffy
felt her pussy grow even wetter. Her clit twinged and her stomach
clenched at his words. Sometimes she wondered if he could make her
cum just by whispering naughty plans of what he wanted to do to her
in her ear.

"I think you're inviting me to take another ride on your dick."
Buffy said. "I should warn you though, I think I could have gone
longer there. I'm very close. It won't take much, so I'm thinking
I'm gonna be past the winning line and having a celebratory beer
before you even have a chance to cum close to...well, y'know..
cumming."

Spike growled and tugged again at the dress that bound his hands.
Soon his whole body was struggling as Buffy moved over him again,
intent on furthering the erotic pleasure that she'd already had.

Every time Buffy made a grab for, or got a tenuous hold on his cock,
Spike violently thrashed his hips from side to side. He was both
trying to avoid her managing to sink onto his cock and to unseat her
from her position straddling his thighs.

After a couple of minutes of this, Buffy decided on a new tack.
Climbing off him she moved back to her position at his side.
However, this time she flopped over onto her side so that her back
was to him.

"Well if you don't want to play..." She said with just a hint
of `huff' to her voice which melted into a sultry, needy tone. "I
guess I'll just have to take care of..things..ungh, myself."

Spike groaned as Buffy wriggled her butt up against his cock and her
hands disappeared in front of her. He had absolutely no doubts about
what she was doing. Had he needed his suspicions confirmed he
wouldn't have had to wait long.

Almost immediately Buffy started to moan, the hands he couldn't see
moving between her thighs. Spike was still on his side, facing her
back. She purposefully rubbed her ass against his cock as she moved
against her hands.

She let out little groans as she humped her own hands, making sure
to rub plenty at his cock. The feel of her ass against him and the
noises she was making were driving Spike slowly insane. Taking a
deep breath Spike decided he had to do what he had to do.

Spike vamped out and with the impetus and burst of energy this gave
him he ripped her dress to shreds as he tore his limbs free. One
hand grabbed her by the waist as his other positioned his cock at
her entrance.

The shock of his sudden manoeuvre stopped Buffy's hands in their
tracks, by instinct she grabbed at the hand around her middle,
trying to free herself. This left other areas of her body completely
open to Spike and he wasted no time at all. With a half-grunt of
effort, half-groan of ecstasy Spike thrust up into her from behind.

Buffy grunted herself as she was assaulted by the, both
considerable, length and girth of Spike's dick. She could feel every
inch of the hard muscle that was imbedded in her. His width filled
her completely and the top of his cock prodded further up inside her
than it ever had.

Spike grabbed Buffy's hair pulling her head back and exposing her
throat as he began to thrust torturously slowly in and out of her.

Buffy moaned loudly as he tugged on her hair and brought his mouth
to her throat. Her Slayer instincts were ringing LOUD alarm bells as
the vampire suckled at her neck. They were quickly silenced,
however, by the sensations his hard dick was eliciting.

She fully expected to feel his fangs sink into her neck any second
and was surprised when he contented himself with kissing, albeit
roughly, at her throat. The kissing and the slow thrusting were
driving Buffy wild. She turned her head as much as she could over
her shoulder trying to look at him.

"Spike..." she half-growled, half-gasped.

"Something to say Slayer?" Spike asked pulling on her hair so that
she was more or less looking at him, and leaning over slightly to
make eye contact. As their eyes locked Buffy panted out a request,
or more accurately a demand.

"Fuck..me...hard!"

With a growl Spike set about doing exactly that. The hand he had
around her middle snaked down to her clit, the other tightening it's
grip on her hair considerably, as he hammered his cock up into her.

Little whimpers and groans escaped her with every slamming thrust he
gave her. Buffy wouldn't have believed she could be so close to
cumming again so soon after not one but two wonderful releases; but
damn close she was.

"Ohhh fuck..so.fucking...good!" She panted out.

"You like that don't you?" Spike growled in her ear. "You asked for
it hard, now you're getting it and you love it don't you?"

Buffy spiralled ever closer to another screaming orgasm, assaulted
by three sets of sensations. His deep gravely voice saying quite
clichéd yet still intensely arousing things; his dick hammering up
so far inside her that it was deliciously close to the point of
pain; his body smacking against her bottom, emphasising each thrust.

"Yeah, that's it." Spike growled. "Take it Slayer. Take it Buffy."

The pair grunted and groaned as their fucking became ever more
aggressive. Buffy's pinnacle came screaming through her the second
Spike sunk his fangs into her neck. Her womb and whole pussy
contracted over and over again as wave after wave smashed through
her.

Spike followed barely five seconds after her, drawing deeply on her
potent slayer's blood. He jacknifed spasmodically into her as he
spurted his release, only removing his fangs when his lust was
finally sated.

His face returned to it's human form as he leaned his forehead
against the back of Buffy's head. His arm went back around her
middle and he held her pressed close to him as they both allowed
their breathing to return to normal.

"Mmm, that was quite nice." Buffy murmured.

Spike pulled back away from and out of her. He looked at her in
disbelief as she rolled onto her back. The corners of her mouth
twitched ever so slightly as she suppressed the urge to laugh at his
expression.

"Quite nice?" Spike thundered. "That was bleedin well fantastic! Ill
give you bloody nice!"

Buffy giggled and rolled out of the way as Spike pounced intending
to pin her to the bed. He managed to grab one arm and a full-on
wrestling match ensued.

"Take it back and tell it like it really was Slayer!" Spike warned
as he seemed to be gaining the upper hand.

"Ok, ok." Buffy laughingly conceded. "I was just teasing and I swear
I'm done with the teasing now. I think we both had more than enough
for one day. It was amazing Spike, and we both know it."

Despite her concession Spike continued to wrestle with her and
eventually he had her pinned down with her hands by her ears.

"Hey!" Buffy protested with a pretend pout. "I already said I was
done and that it was fantastic. Let me go!"

"You know what you have to say." Spike replied with a low chuckle as
he moved in to nuzzle and kiss the sensitive area just below and a
little behind her ear.

His actions elicited a small shriek/moan as Buffy tried to ignore
the distraction and remember what he wanted her to say. She racked
her brain for what it was that he'd demanded instead of `uncle'
earlier.

"You're the king of the castle and I'm a dirty rascal!" She blurted
out, and immediately wondered why she had said it. She didn't
actually want Spike to stop what he was doing at all.

"Glad you remembered." Spike chuckled, releasing her hands but
continuing to nuzzle at her. "Means you also remember how well I
took care of you when you came over all kiddy. How worried I was
when I thought you had gone walkabout. I think you owe me for all of
that actually."

"Yeah, Spike." Buffy scoffed. "Nice try. Like you didn't love it.
Especially putting me over your knee and teaching me a lesson about
running off. Pervert!"

"Wouldn't throw stones if I were you pet." Spike said mirroring the
words he'd said the morning after their first ever romp. "If I
remember rightly you weren't entirely unhappy with that turn of
events once you were yourself again either."

"Ok." Buffy grudgingly conceded. "Maybe I do owe you a slight
favour."

That said, she rolled them both over so that Spike was beneath her.
As she slid down his body she looked up and locked her eyes onto his
intense, and increasingly lust-filled blue gaze.

"I've got an idea Mr.Spike." she informed him, pausing to tug at one
of her pigtails which had gone a little awry. "I think if I suck on
your lollipop enough I might make it give me ice-cream. Wanna try it
out?"

Spike's reply was the only one he was capable of as the Slayer sunk
her mouth down onto his member; he groaned in sheer bliss.

THE END

Well that's the end of this one - please, love it or hate it let me
know. My writing time is severely hampered these days so I really
need the feedback to see if it's worth me trying to find the time to
write this stuff.