Title: Waiting for Her
Author: Carol A. Clarke
Email: Carol.Clarke@mail.state.ky.us
Note: Scrm3er and Ryan own my heart.

She had been waiting. Waiting was part of the game. Once, her lover had simply not come home. Opting to spend the night at her parents house, the worst form of torture. Still her lover had known. Known with certainty that the girl would wait. Head turned, arms behind her back kneeing at the foot of her bed. Waiting to feel the pain, the pleasure. Anything to reassure that she was still alive. She had survived another day on the planet among the living. One of the Living. Knowing that she still had emotions. That she still recognized love.

Tonight she would not have to wait long. Her lover returned from the library. Finished with her studies. Not a word was spoken between them. Both knew the rules of the game. The redheaded witch casually glazed over the blond slayer. Checking for any flaw. Any reason for punishments.

The blond was beautiful as always. She lay, as she had been directed to lay, as she was expected to lay each night to signal the being of the game.

The Slayer's hair was pulled back to the side. Her head lay facing away from her lover. She leaned in an unaccustomed position on her knees with her arms behind her back. It was meant to be unconformable over time. Her legs were spread slightly open. Even from across the room the witch could see the girl was wet. Small drops of her moisture were following the line of gravity down her legs.

The redhead took her time putting up her books and gathering the items she would need for this evenings play. She watched the blond with interest, knowing the subtle signs of her inpatients.

The young witch had finished laying out the items of play and taken her own clothes off as well. She turned her desk chair around and pushed it near the bed. She then sat in the chair facing the bed.

"Please me, Slayer." It was an order nothing more.

The slayer trying to hide her smile crawled around the bed and sat between her lover's legs. The witch spread her legs wider using the bed to push them apart.

The Slayer rose up enough to take the good witch's left beast into her mouth. She slid her tongue's gentle tip over the hardening rosebud, curling her tongue as she licked. Touching her lover with her tongue and finally she took the whole breast into her mouth. The Slayer's hands wondered over the red heads body until they reached her lower mound of hair. Keeping up a rhyme with her mouth and hands she moved over each breast while teasing the witch's lower lips. The Witch burned at her center from the teasing and grabbed the slayer's head firmly. "Please me now!" This order came much louder and more frantic then the one before.

The slayer lowered her eyes and slid down her lover's body, gently kissing her way to the redhead's fire.

The Witch was displeased at the slowness of this, if the slayer didn't reach her center soon she would surely be consumed by the fire her lover had started.

The Witch inside took command and ordered. "Now Slayer, you are only adding to your punishment." With the speed of the super natural the slayer slid her tongue deep into the center of her true love. Even the impassive side of the red head could not keep composure during the on slot on this tongue-lashing. The witch could only moan and twitch.

The Slayer methodically was turning the Witch into a giant shaking Jell-O bundle of nerves. Willow was glad she had remembered to turn up the stereo loud. The walls in their dorm room were like paper.

Even after Willow had began to shake and wither with the orgasm, the slayer kept up the tongue-lashing. Somehow during the witch's punishment the slayer had moved the shaking girl to her bed and continued to accost her with pleasure. The slayer concentrated on sucking her clit while pounding her with 3 and something's 4 fingers. Willow had survived the first powerful orgasm and was somehow managing to survive the second when her Mistress Witch managed to surface and remind the witch that her slave, her slayer needed punishment. Craved it even. Plus Buffy was so fun to torture.

Using all her strength, Willow rode out the second orgasm and then pushed the slayer away. It still took her a few minutes to regain use of her legs. The slayer, pleased at the outcome of her work lay still, between the witch's legs, gently running her hand alone the length of the redhead's leg.

"I see you are pleased with your self, slayer."

"Yes, mistress witch."

"Pride is a sin Buffy"

"Yes mistress." Buffy continued to run hand softly along the inside of Willow's leg.

"You were also late to class today."

"Yes mistress witch, twice."

"You were rude to Giles"

"Yes Mistress Witch."

"You need to be punished don't you?

"Yes mistress witch, I need to be punished really hard."

Willow had always known the slayer's needed this. Needed the pain. It was the only thing that made her feel complete. When they were in high school she had known. She had seen the slayer with vampires begging them for the pain. Willow had found her in the bathroom with a razor to her thigh. It wasonly when the mistress witch took charge and gave her the pain she needed did the danger stop and the girl inside the slayer emerge.

"Take the position over by your desk. " Willow commanded.

The slayer carefully untangled herself from the witch and ran to take the position she had been waiting for since she had first entered her room after dinner. The slayer put both of her hands on either side of her desk chair. She bent her body away from the chair with her but high in the air. Then she waited to see what Willow would choice for her punishment.

Willow loved to tease her lover and make her wait. Willow walk around Buffy, first picking up the paddle. She tested it by hitting her hard across her bottom. Next she picked up a leather belt. She hit Buffy across her upper back. Last she picked up a small whip, cat-o-nine-tails. She hit Buffy across her upper thighs.

"What to do? What to do? Too many choices. Slayer what do you think youdeserve?'

"Well Mistress Witch, Why not ten with each so you don't have to choose."

"Good idea, I want you to count old loud for me, miss a number and we start again."

Will moved behind Buffy holding the whip. A slayer could take a lot of punishment and Willow had to practice a long time to get the muscle strength to be worth of her true love. But she had done it. Her arm could light her lover's passion well. Willow's first stake was at the top of Buffy's back.

"One, Thank You." Willow continued swinging with each strike hitting just below the last spot. Buffy continued counting end each count with "Thank You. "

Willow on reaching 10 repeated the process with the belt. Aim the strikes to hit the spots as the whip. Buffy for her part never misted a number or failed to say, "thank, You. Willow through the belt to the side and picked up the large paddled. Willow picked a spot that crossed Buffy's anus. There she began hitting. Buffy continued her counting, "21, Thank you" but gripped the chair tighter.

As Willow hit Buffy for the 27th time, Buffy failed to say anything. Willow waited to see if she would catch on but still the slayer said nothing. After a minute Willow hit her again. Buffy remained quiet. Buffy sometimes did this when she needed more punishment. Once to really punish her, Willow had simple dresses and gone to the library refusing to touch the slayer.

Buffy had begged the witch for days after that to punish her. Tonight Willow finished the 30 she had promised the Slayer and then added 15 hits with the paddle to her bottom. When the witch was through her arm ached but the slayer still stood holding the chair. They had both become silent again waiting for the mistress witch to guide them. They didn't wait long. Willow picked up a harness and strap on and handed it to the slayer wordless.

The slayer turned to her love and slid down in front of her. She slipped the harness around her legs. Then Buffy licked the witch's center insuring that it would respond when the phallus base was in place. Buffy then fastened the strap-on to her lover, her mistress witch.

Willow then began the process of chaining down her lover. They had chains hooked on the sides of the twin dorm bed. The slayer on her hands and knees sat across the twin length of the bed. It was a painful position when keep at lengths. Her arms where pulled back and chained to the side of thebed in a v shape. Her legs chained from the same side where pulled a part but left her on her knees.

Willow then placed a collar on her and chained it to the opposite side of the bed holding the slayer in place with little room to move. Willow was behind the slayer. Not letting the slayer see her actions. Willow took her time, making noise so the slayer knew she was there. Every few minutes Willow would rub her hand on the slayer, touching her intimate parts and then pulling away. Other times she would hit the slayer with the paddle or belt.

Willow was waiting for something, and she knew with a certainty that her lover knew as well. After 10 minutes of Willows teasing and probing the Slayer could stand it no longer.

"Will, please." The slayer needed to say no more.

Willow's phallus slid into the slayer. Willow began with a slow pace, as the slayer tried to quicken it. Buffy threw her body hard against the witch trying to make her mistress go fast. Willow didn't let the slayer change the pace. Willow wanted to set the pace. It was why she never entered the slayer like this unless she was chained. A slayer was a hard thing to control.

Willow began to speed up her ministrations. The slayer was pulled the chains almost to the point of braking. Buffy was moaning louder then the stereo. Seconds before the slayer was ready to come Willow pulled out. The slayer almost cried. Then Willow pushed the dildo against her anus and waited for the slayer to relax. It was hard to focus but Buffy managed to gain control, relaxing the ring of muscle guarding her back passage.

Willow did not disappoint the slayer. It was the pain and pleasure she so desperately needed. It was what she desperately wanted. It didn't take long before Willow was back to a breath taking pace adding a hand to caress the slayer's clit. They both were becoming one. The rhythm, the life force, the love between them was rolling into this one moment.

Buffy had managed to break the chain to her right arm. With the free arm Buffy reached around to touch Willow with it. It didn't matter were, she just wanted the contact. They were no longer aware of their location, in the room, in the world. They came together treasuring each little touch. Each point of contacted. And as their breathing returned to normal, they both looked up together. And they were both speechless.

"Ah, Mom, I can explain." Buffy managed to look at her mother and Giles standing in their room.

"You can?" Whispered Willow at a total loss about what to do, since she was still had her hand in the slayers pussy and a dildo inside her tender back passage.

"Yes, well we heard moaning and we thought, ...ah" Giles was stumbling out.

"We'll wait outside." Joyce final said, taking charge of the situation and grabbing Giles on the way out the door.