Title: The Other Mother
Author: Carol A. Clarke
Email: Carol.Clarke@mail.state.ky.us
Thanks: Tatonka for beta job; Second note: Dysfunctional Girl For your encouragement.

"Dinner with your mom was nice. Do you think she is really happy about not seeing Dr. Smith anymore?"

"I don't know about her, but I'm happy she isn't seeing that quack anymore."

"Buffy be nice."

"Make me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"I hope so, I need to be challenged tonight."

"Challenged or Punished?"

"Why not both?"

Buffy pushed Willow against the closet wall in their apartment. Using her teeth she began to unbutton Willow's blouse from top to bottom. When the last button was opened, she slid her arms around the back of the witch and unbuttoned her bra while kissing her neck.

Buffy let her hands slide over the redhead's nipples using her thumb to press into them. Willow could only moan in response. Buffy continued to kiss Willow lowering her head down her body on a trial to her beast. At the same time the slayer moved her hand inside the witch's pants, fingering her through her wet panties.

The slayer sucked Willow's left breast into her mouth and ripped Willows panties open inside her pants. Willow spread her legs and held Buffy around the neck to keep from falling. With her other hand Buffy opened the redhead's pants and dropped them to her ankles. The slayers tongue flicked savagely over her erected nipple. The slayer's fingers entered her while her thumb danced along her clit. Willow could barely hold herself upright and began a lower purr in her throat that rose to a guttural moan and ended in

"Buffy...."

Buffy slowed her fingers but didn't stop until Willow could breathe normally. Even then, the slayer stayed inside her lover moving slowly in and out watching her face. Waiting for the witch to take command.

"That was nice."

"I hope so." Buffy said never stopping her fingers from there slow movement.

"You ripped another pair of my underwear again."

"Yes, I did."

"Don't sound to upset about it either."

"No, I'm not, but I bet you are."

"I bet you want me to be upset."

"Oh, you know me."

"How long are you going to keep that up." Willow said touching Buffy's arm but not stopping her.

"Until you make me stop."

"You really are in a mood tonight, aren't you?"

Buffy just added another finger and began to speed up her movements.

"The next one should be on the bed."

"And I say no."

"Then I guess you won't get any tonight."

Buffy pulled her hand out and wrapped it around Willows back kissing her lips. "Bed sounds good."

They both got underdressed slowly, and laid upon the bed, with Buffy on top of Willow.

Buffy began kissing her way down the redhead until she parted her lover's legs with her hands. The slayer used her tongue on her lower lips, parting the wet folds, and pushed her tongue deep inside her lover, thrusting it with all its power. The force of the orgasm rocketed through Willow and she held on for dear life. Buffy had such a talented mouth. Willow thought before falling asleep, "No good deed should go unrewarded."

After a little nap in Buffy's arms, Willow woke to the slayers hazel eyes waiting patiently for her. There was such love and trust in those eyes Willow thought.

"That was very nice, Buffy"

"Thank you.'

"You still ripped my panties."

"Does that mean I get spanked?"

"Maybe."

"Should I get the belt out?"

"Do you want to get the belt out?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Buffy was already on the way to the closet.

"Do I need to chain you down or will you be still?"

"I'll try to be still but I'll get the handcuffs out, just in case. Unless, you want to start with them on. If you think it would be best?" Buffy had never gotten over her fear of hurting Willow.

"It's a bigger punishment when you have to stay still, so I'll start without them. Over the chair or at the end of the bed?"

"Chair."

Buffy laid everything out and then bent over the arm of an overstuffed chair in their bedroom.

Willow stepped behind Buffy, then moved her into place. Bending down, Willow kissed her on the bottom.

Buffy closed her eyes and waited. Willow always caught her off guard. The first hit was hard and to the left cheek.

"Thank you" was Buffy's reply.

Willow stayed on the left cheek, concentrating on hitting the same spot ten more times. Then she did the same on the right side. Willow changed angles and hit evenly across both cheeks, hitting across the same area she had before. She repeated the cycle 3 times before she could see a red mark forming. Outside of saying "thank you" after each stroke the Slayer was impassive. Willow could have been playing tic tac toe on her ass and gotten more of a response. The point was to get a response, beyond making the slayer wet, and it did make the slayer wet, very wet.

Willow moved to the slayers back not centering on any one place just swinging wildly. When the witch's arm grew tired she stopped and got a beer. It always took a long time to please her lover. Buffy just stayed in place waiting. Willow started again on her left cheek. After the second set of ten in her cycle Buffy jerked just the slightest. Willow continued hitting even harder on that same spot knowing what Buffy would ask next.

"Willow cuff me, please!" Buffy feared losing control and hurting her lover. It was not a rational fear, Buffy was always careful. More so with Willow. When she began to feel the hits and feared not reacting to them she always begged to be chained or cuffed.

"Get on the bed on your stomach."

With slayer speed she was on the bed hands over her head waiting. Willow cuffed Buffy to the bed and then started on the left cheek again. She moved to the right and then across both cheeks. Finally over the slayers back. The belt marks were beginning to show. Buffy was breathing very hard and Willow could see the liquid glistening between her legs.

Willow then lay the belt down and stretched out beside Buffy. The red head kissed her lovers back running her fingers along the bruise lines. Gently Willow pushed Buffy, making her roll over on her back, arms crossed above head. Willow took on the pose of a gentle lover. Kissing the slayer's body until the blond could barely breathe. Then she entered her with two fingers while taking Buffy's clit into her mouth. If Willow was methodical in her whipping, she was ruthless in her lovemaking. Shortly after the third time, Buffy screamed Willow's name in ecstasy and fell fast asleep. Willow curled up beside her and cuddling the unconscious slayer also fell fast asleep.

Sheila Rosenburg had never been the most attentive parent. The empty nest feeling had driven Shelia to surprise her daughter and her lover with breakfast in bed. It never occurred to her that Willow might have grown up in her absence. She was still her little girl, college student or not.

Shelia entered her daughter's home using a key Willow had given her for emergencies. Walking to the bedroom she knocked loudly three times and opened the door. She then promptly dropped the bag of donuts.

"Mom!"

"Sorry honey, I brought breakfast. Is this some witch thing?"

Willow pulled the blanket over Buffy and herself. Mostly over Buffy.

"Mom what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you, It looks like I am the one surprised."

"Could we talk about this with more clothes on?"

"Do you always chain your lovers up. That Oz boy, I thought it was a phase. The chain thing."

"You knew about that. What am I saying?... Mom, please, could you please let me get dressed."

"I'll be in the kitchen looking for booze."

Buffy half awake turned and said. "Willow, we have GOT to get better locks on the doors."

"She has a key Buffy."

"We have still got to get better locks on the doors. Do they have magical locks that keep parents out?"

"I wish"

Willow and Buffy were dressed. Buffy wanted to stay handcuffed to the bed but Willow had forced her up. If she was going to walk through hell, Buffy was going to listen.

Demons were so much easier then parents.

Shelia had found a bottle of wine and was half way through it when they entered the kitchen.

"It's about time, Willow Sarah Rosenburg."

"Sarah?" Buffy whispered

"What about it Anne." Willow whispered back

"I just never knew that's all."

"You never knew, just what I was thinking!" Willow's mom said. " I thought the whole witch dating a musician thing was her teenage rebellion phase. You aren't a musician are you Buffy?' Shelia asked taking a drink.

"Not that I know, Mrs. Rosenburg."

"Or a werewolf?"

"No,....... hey you knew Oz was a werewolf?"

"Parents talk. So let me see?"

Both women stood there puzzled.

"Turn around and let me see."

Both girls just looked at each other. Things on the hellmouth were beyond weird.

Shelia grabbed Buffy and spun her around pulling up the back of her shirt. "And this isn't a witch thing? Wait I don't want to know." Shelia said looking at the slayers back. Shelia then dropped the shirt and returned to her drink before asking. "You like this?"

Both girls stood there blank.

"Answer me Buffy. Since my daughter, for whatever reason that I don't understand, wants to spend the rest of her life with you, I want to know, do you like this? What ever this is?" A drunk Shelia said without slurring to the amazement of all.

"Ah...Uh.......Oh...... Yes" Buffy said.

"I think I liked the werewolf better. Do all slayers feel the need to date witches and be beaten while chained to the bed or is it just your little perversion? Well, yours and my daughter's."

"Mom you know about slayers."

"Willow she blew up your high school. Like I said, parents talk. Now eat your donuts, you're too thin, you look like that Ally McBeal girl. Thin doesn't look good on lesbian witches."