INT: Buffy's Basement

Faith (moving to join Spike on the cot): I've met you before you know.

Spike: Yeah you made a great impression on my chin.

Faith: Not in the graveyard, before that. I was kinda wearing a
different body.

SPIKE LOOKS AT HER, A LITTLE APPRAISAL OF HER BODY

Faith: You seemed ok with it.

A BEAT, SPIKE THINKS

Spike: The body swap.....with Buffy.

Faith: She fill you in on that whole deal?

Spike: She told me it went down. Never mentioned who was driving her
skin around.

Faith: I mighta said a few things.....

Spike: ......like you could ride me at a gallop `til my knees buckled,
squeeze me `til I popped like warm champagne. Not the kind of thing a
man forgets.

Faith: Shoulda known it wasn't blondie behind the wheel. She'd never
throw down like that.

Spike: Oh you havebeen away.

Faith: Don't even tell me little-miss-tightly-wound's been getting her
naughty on.

Spike: Not of late.

Faith: Wow......everybody's just full of surprises!.......Hey B.

Meanwhile..........

Buffy stood fuming at the top of the basement stairs, the conversation
she could overhear from below only adding to her escalating bad mood.

Ok, Robin had made a good point about his reasons for firing her, but
really, she kinda needed that job. It was her escape; her time-out
from dealing with scared slayer wannabe's; her timeout from this damn
house!

She'd seen the logic of his words and even agreed to be fired but now
she was back here she felt like the walls were closing in around her.
Training was the only thing to look forward to and with the band of
mini-me's even that wasn't fun anymore.

Plus let's not forget the added Buffy bonus of her ex-nemesis, man
stealing sister-Slayer as a houseguest. And to add insult to injury,
said ex-nemesis was down there raking up sexual conversations with her
not-really-sure-where-we-stand vampire.

She'd never known about the encounter with Spike that Faith had had
whilst running around in her body; let alone what she'd said to him.
Really, she should kick Faith's ass for that, it was probably her
fault that Spike's whole obsession with her had started!

On second thoughts, she wouldn't really want to give up some of the
`happy's' he'd given her last year. But she could see Spike's point,
that little speech definitely wasn't something any man would forget!

Moving silently, without even realising she was doing it Buffy began
to descend the stairs. Reaching the bottom, she heard Spike's slightly
frustrated admission that no, she, Buffy, hadn't been getting her
naughty on of late. Faith looked up as she reached the bottom of the
steps.

".....Hey B."

"Well, it's nice to see you two getting along so well." Was that
jealousy in her voice? Get a grip Buffy. Geez!

"Yeah, you just know all the cool vampires." Faith said shifting a
little uncomfortably.

"Uhuh, and you were always a little too fond of sharing without being
asked weren't you Faith."

"Whoa.......whoa there B. No need for hostilities." A slow grin spread
across Faith's face. "I'm here to help, remember. Fighting the good
fight and all."

"Really luv, nothing to fret about." And in he chimes!

"Who's fretting?" Said Buffy, attempting to deny the emotions
awakening inside of her by sounding all business.

"Faith what else can you tell me about the girl you picked up? Did she
say anything at all, wake up at all?"

Faith studied her fellow Slayer intently.

"Y'know B, you're all shop talk these days." Again with the slow
smile, her eyebrows rising as she spoke. "Spikey here was just telling
me that you actually unwound yourself for a while there........"

"Stop talking right now Faith.......

"...... so what I'm wonderin' is, how long is it exactly since you let
yourself go a bit B?" Faiths eyes crawled over her body and Buffy was
shocked to realise that she found the gesture extremely sexual, and
not necessarily in a bad way.

"I mean, yeah there's a big fight coming but you're getting yourself
all uptight and cranky, y'know. It's not good for the strategising or
the training of the wannabe's and it really ain't good for us slayer
types. Maybe," Buffy shifted as Faith looked her up and down again.

"....`little-miss-tightly-wound', you do need to get your naughty on
again." Faith walked slowly, seductively towards Buffy, who looked
like a rabbit caught in headlights, unable to believe what she was
hearing.

Spike sat upright quickly, intrigued and amused by the events
unfolding before him.

Faith reached out and ran the back of her knuckles along Buffy's cheek
bone.

"Whaddya say B?"

"Are you insane Faith?" She sputtered, knocking the other girls
hand away from her. Not even caring that she was perhaps `protesting
too much.' "You're not in the big house anymore. You want some action
go find some poor guy to take it out on!"

"Now, now Buffy." Spike piped up. "Faith could have a point. You've
been wound pretty tight lately. Maybe you do need to have a bit of fun."

Buffy looked at him in confusion. They hadn't properly discussed where
they stood since Spike had come back but she was always sure that
Spike could sense when she was having lusty thoughts about him. Which,
admittedly, lately was......well, a lot, but so not the point.

"So what? You two been hatching a little plan to see who can get me to
bang them first?" Buffy snorted. "Cos nothing is ever gonna happen,
with either of you, ever, again."

Oho! Spike immediately caught on to the implication that `something'
may have happened between the slayers before. Hardly surprising
really, they'd spent a while fighting together and Spike had
experienced post-slay Buffy horniness, himself.

Two slayers, fighting together, it was almost inevitable, especially
when you factored in that one of the girls was Faith. Buffy had shown
him that she had wilder desires than anyone would guess from her prim
and proper exterior and post-slay it probably mattered to neither of
them who was quenching the thirst.

"Oh but I think it will pet." Spike smirked, walking towards Buffy
himself now, stopping so that she was between himself and Faith.
Looking round Buffy he smirked at Faith. "She's wet, I can smell it."

"Wow, B, like I said, just full of surprises!"

Buffy opened her mouth to tell them both in no uncertain terms that
while she might not be able to control her body's physical reactions,
she sure as hell wasn't going to stick around and let this happen.

The words were never uttered. Spike grabbed her upper arms and pulled
her to him. Her mouth was crushed under his and she found herself
kissing him back instinctively. His grip on her tightened as he kissed
her hard.

"God, Spike....." she gasped when he let her up for air. It had been
so long since she had been kissed!

"I....wow! Er.......NO!" Reality was attempting to push back into her
consciousness. "This isn't going to work. Yes, we had some amazing
times together, and yes Faith, as much as I couldn't admit it then,
that one time we had a little make out session was also amazing but
this is all kinds of wrong and we can't do it!"

"Lighten up!" Faith whispered in her ear, stepping in close behind her
and holding her upper arms too. "Stop thinking so much. Just enjoy!
We're both doing this for you. To help you relax, make you feel
better. Don't be ungrateful!"

"Don't worry about it Faith." Spike said, stepping back from Buffy and
unbuckling his belt before slowly pulling it through his belt loops.

"I know just how to make our little Slayer see sense."
Buffy snorted, it almost disguised the fact that she was nearly
panting.

"What you think it's that easy? Off with the pants and out with Little
Spikey and I'll roll over and say `fuck me now big boy'?" Although she
couldn't actually think of anything she'd rather say at the minute.

"Not taking the trousers off Buffy." Spike said smiling grimly as
realisation began to dawn on Buffy's face. "Just the belt."

Buffy gulped as her brain immediately flooded with deliciously kinky
memories of the previous year and nights spent in Spike's crypt.

"Do you remember what that means Buffy? Remember what you let me do to
you with my hand, and my belt and......"

"I'm impressed B!" Faith exclaimed from behind, Buffy jumped. She'd
almost forgotten it wasn't just her and Spike.

"I mean honestly? I always suspected you were the submissive type."
Faith wrinkled her nose and grinned as Buffy continued to stare at
Spike. "But I never would have thought you'd take it from a vamp!
Hell, if I'd have known I'd have gotten a new bullwhip!"

"I-it won't work." She didn't even sound certain to her own ears. And
was she talking to Spike or Faith? She didn't even know anymore.

She was being assailed by too many memories of too much overwhelming
pleasure playing kinky little games with Spike. She couldn't think
straight and her panties were getting wetter by the second.

"It was fun at the time but, we don't do that anymore Spike." Damnit,
why couldn't she make her voice sound stronger?

And what in hell was that? Did Spike just wink and nod at
Faith? What did that mean, were they suddenly frickin psychic or
something?

"Ok!" Faith said, deciding to take charge before Buffy went catatonic
with indecision. "If I'm going to have to play top to you both to get
you to relax, I'm gonna need to go get something before we start."

"Oh you won't be topping me Faith." Spike said. "I know you just said
you're always on top but I think I can make you see things
differently, c'mere."

Apparently abandoning Buffy completely, Faith and Spike walked a few
steps away where Spike whispered in Faith's ear. The initial frown on
Faith's face slowly morphed into a mischievous smile. Giving each
other a high five which Buffy found entirely worrisome Spike turned
and eyed her like a wolf who'd trapped a lamb and Faith quickly fled
upstairs to get whatever it was she needed. As soon as she was gone
Buffy spoke.

"Ok, Spike. So I gotta admit all this talk of our old games has got me
a little hot and bothered and I gotta say right now I really could go
a round with you, but it can't happen. I won't let it."

"That's the point Buffy; it's not about you `letting' anything happen
anymore. You have no choice."

Buffy gulped as he advanced on her snapping the doubled over belt as
he came. Damn him and that sexy swagger, that was another pair of
panties ruined by the sheer waterfall of lust he was inspiring

Stopping in front of her he pulled the belt taut between his hands and
lifted her chin on it, forcing her to meet his gaze. His voice was low
and gruff when he spoke and Buffy became aware of the distinct
possibility that her legs might not hold her much longer.

"Here and now, you don't have to take responsibility for anything; you
can relax and let me take charge. The only choice you have to make is
to accept pleasure. If you don't want to do that, I'm sure you
remember your safe word........well, Buffy, do you remember it?"

"Yes, but....."

"No, buts......if you want to use it, use it. If not I suggest you
find a way to rid yourself of this stubborn streak and accept the
pleasure we're offering."

Buffy chewed her lip, just the kiss and his actions with the belt had
her creaming her pants and almost panting with need. It had just been
too long since she had felt someone's hands on her in anything
approaching a sexual way.

Everything was so hard and draining right now, would it be the worst
thing in the world to give in and take some pleasure?

And what about Faith? They'd done a little heavy petting, once, way
way back in the day; it had been a teenage exploration coupled with
need that only a slayer could know. But now? Could she get
physical with a girl?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Faith bounding back down the stairs
hiding something behind her back.

"If you're not going to say it Buffy, get on your knees." Spike ordered.

Buffy stood there wavering, looking between the two before opening her
mouth to make her decision.

TBC............

Chapter 2
Last time: Buffy stood there wavering, looking between the two before opening her mouth to make her decision….

…..and finding she couldn’t speak. She physically couldn’t get words out of her throat. Hell, they hadn’t even made it from her brain to her throat.

Her mind was a complete blank! It was like the conflict between what she needed and what she was sure she shouldn’t do had just completely shorted out her circuits.

“Not interested in you standing there flapping your mouth like a goldfish either Buffy. Get. On. Your. Knees.”

“Yeah.” said Faith her eyebrows rising as a wicked glint lit her eye. Her look was teasing almost to the point of a challenge. “Down you go B. Kneel like a good girl!”

“You too Faith.” He grinned.

Faith’s head whipped round to stare at Spike and he gave a low chuckle.

Buffy turned to Faith with a triumphant look. Hell, she almost jumped around, doing a little dance and yelling ‘ha! In your face Faith!’ but she stopped herself…… just!

What was she doing? She was getting drawn in to this weird little game!

Confident she’d rescued her sanity and that Faith would never sub to a vampire Buffy prepared to walk away from this and go have herself a good bit of ‘personal time’ in the bathroom upstairs.

A second later all she could do was gulp as Faith sank to her knees. Slowly raising her arms to lock her hands behind her neck and looking up sultrily at Spike.

“Hey, long as you keep your end of the bargain blondie we’re five by five. I’ll stay down here long as you want!”

What bargain? That must have been what they were discussing in whispers before. Did it have something to do with what Faith went to retrieve? What exactly were these two up to?

Buffy’s mind was whirring. Strangely though, she didn’t feel any real threat. Although Faith was slipperier than a bag full of eels Buffy realised just how much she trusted Spike. If he said this was for her pleasure then she believed him unquestioningly.

Spike’s next move, however, made her re-evaluate the amount of pleasure he might give and at what cost.

“Buffy,” he growled, an angry warning, his face a picture of fury. “Get on your knees. Now!”

Buffy stood frozen, looking between him and Faith. She had no problem getting on her knees for Spike, in fact she could think of a few things she’d like to do whilst down there; she just wasn’t sure, though, whether she could submit in front of Faith.

“Buffy! Faith’s already done exactly what I asked. Don’t be a bad little bitch. Do as I say!” He smirked as she scowled at his words, knowing immediately that playing them off against one another was going to be fun.

Before she could move Spike had moved round her and pulled the cot out so that it stuck out into the room, only the head now touching the wall. Coming back over to her quickly he moved right into her space. Buffy instinctively took a step backwards and Spike kept coming, forcing her to back up as he stalked her across the room.

In no time at all the backs of her legs hit the cot and she fell on her ass diagonally across the bed.

“Looks like you need an incentive luv.” Spike said, reaching forward and quickly unbuttoning her khaki trousers. They were half way down her legs before she even attempted to complain.

“Spike, I.....”

“Shut it Buffy. You’re going to get what you need like it or not.”

The pants disappeared completely from her legs along with her boots leaving her in just her panties.

Spike smiled in an entirely predatory way as he parted her thighs, kneeling himself now and insinuating himself between them. Pushing her legs wider apart he moved forward, slamming her flat to the bed and kissing her hungrily.

The kiss quickly had Buffy’s mind spinning again and she barely even noticed her own groan of want as his erection began to rub at her in just the right place.

She gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his cock against her. It was so hard grinding into her that it was almost painful, but in the most delicious of ways. She barely needed to press back against him as he drove himself against her but at the same time couldn’t stop herself from doing so; their combined actions eliciting moans and whimpers even as he kissed her breathless.

He pulled back a little looking down at her flushed cheeks and lust clouded eyes and damn if she wasn’t still just as sexy as he remembered from their time together. He grew harder as he drank her in and growled low, grinding his erection into her panty covered centre even harder and twisting a nipple through her white shirt before nipping at her neck with human teeth.

Buffy gasped and arched up, not sure if she was seeking more of his mouth, his hands or his cock; just wanting any and all of them at the same time! God, she was like a horny teenager, he’d barely touched her really and she was ready to beg him to keep grinding until she broke apart.

It was taking all her strength not to whimper ‘please’ to him, knowing it would do her no good. He wanted to play kinky and bossy tonight and there was no way she’d get what she wanted so soon; she had to admit though that he was indeed providing her with an incentive to let him do whatever nasty things he wanted to her.

Spike fought back the urge to rip her panties off and fuck her senseless and settled for continuing to rub himself against her pussy as he now used both hands to twist and pinch at her nipples, delighting in the way she moaned and arched into his cruel touch.

“Y’know feelin’ up her tits would go a lot better if you took her top off fang-boy.”

Faith’s voice cut through the trance-like state of the two.

The reminder that they had an audience made Buffy’s brain begin yelling at her to get up and out. Her body had other ideas though and the most it could manage was half-heartedly pushing Spikes hands away from her breasts as she struggled to at least sit up and clear her brain.

“A-a-ah.” Spike warned, pushing her flat on her back again and moving to pull her panties off.

“Faith. Get over here and give me a hand.”

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me twice.” Faith said gleefully.

“What?.....guys, I......seriously……” Buffy batted ineffectually at Spike’s hands, currently tugging at the waistband of her panties.

“Buffy, stop it.” Spike growled. “Faith, hold her down for me will you?”

Before Buffy could protest Spike had given up trying to pull her panties down and off, settling for ripping them straight from her body. The combination of the panty ripping and Faith roughly grabbing her wrists and pinning them by her head caused a rush of moisture to flood out of Buffy’s pussy and a groan to come from deep in her throat.

Faith’s grip tightened on Buffy’s wrists and she looked up to see the dark slayer grinning down at her as Spike pulled her ass right to the edge of the bed, stretching her arms out a little in the process.

Buffy looked down and almost choked at the sight of Spike bringing his mouth down to her slit, eyes locked with hers and a look of pure lust on his face. Suddenly she couldn’t think why she had been fighting this not a moment ago. Her instinct was to grab his head and hold it to her until he’d licked her to completion.

Faiths grasp on her wrists tightened to the point of pain in response to her attempt to do just that. And well frankly, it just made her even hotter.

At the first touch of Spike’s tongue to her swollen clit Buffy’s hips bucked violently towards him.

“I think she likes that!” There it was again, that rush of her juices. Why oh why was she nothing but turned on by Faith’s comments and jibes?

“Oh, she definitely does!” Spike agreed replacing his tongue on her clit with his thumb as he grinned at Faith. “But I know what she likes even more!”

Locking eyes with Buffy again he brought his other hand into play, swiftly burying two fingers inside her.

“Ohhh, fuck!” Buffy whimpered as he began to rub and thrust against her g-spot with those oh so talented fingers.

“Tut, tut.” Faith grinned, just as Spike slapped Buffy’s inner thigh before returning his thumb to her clit. “ Language B!” Faith continued to taunt, following her words up with a long slow lick up Buffy’s neck. “ Geez Spike I dunno. Not very smart of her to cuss like that when she’s stretched out like this, completely at our mercy!”

Buffy’s eyes rolled back in her head; she was almost shaking with need at this point and those two talking about her like she wasn’t even there was ratcheting her desire upwards every time one of them opened their mouths. She closed her eyes, attempting to keep some control over herself.

“Watch this!” The tone of amusement and lust in Spikes voice snapped Buffy’s eyes open and she looked down between her own spread thighs at him. Watching in fascinations as he withdrew his fingers, liberally coated with her juices, from her.

Her moan of loss turned to a strangled cry of mingled apprehension and need as he began to worm one, well lubricated finger into her backside. Not even aware of her own actions, by the time his finger was in to the first knuckle Buffy was forcing herself to relax and push back against the invasion.

“Is that in her asshole?” Faith exclaimed, not being able to see too for certain from where she was.

Spike nodded. “Now this she really loves!”

Buffy whimpered and began to pant heavily as Spike set about flicking his thumb over her clit at the same time as he pumped his finger slowly in and out of her ass.

“Oooh god, please!” Buffy’s whimpered plea was almost immediate as the movement of Spike’s finger in her ass rubbed at her sensitive tissues. Her body moved of its own accord now, thrashing against his talented hands. The one in her ass stimulating her to the point of agony, she didn’t think she could take much more but was equally sure she’d die if he stopped the movement in and out of her ass.

When she began to whimper with the sheer pleasure of it, her orgasm obviously approaching quickly Spike wiggled the finger in her ass rapidly, gaining a choked off scream for his efforts before he completely stilled all movement.

Confused, Buffy stared down at him with almost vacant eyes, attempting to set her own rhythm against his hands. Stopped just short, she cared nothing for either of them witnessing her desperation, writhing and thrashing in a desperate effort to get off.

“Are you going to behave and do what you are told Buffy?” Spike asked, tsking at her as she stared blankly, still trying to shift against him and evidently not taking in a word of what he was saying. He slapped her again on the inner thigh. This time the blow really stung and caught the Slayer’s attention.

“Are you going to do what you are told?” He questioned again.

“Y-yes, yeah, anything!” Buffy panted out.

“Good!” Spike said, and rather than finish the job he had started on Buffy, he pulled both hands away and sat back on his heels smiling evilly at her.

“Wha- what are you doing?” She exclaimed, “Finish!”

Mindless with the need to come and completely forgetting the promise she had just made Buffy lifted a foot and attempted to kick Spike in the head.

“Now, now!” He said, hugely amused. “Stick to what you said, and behave and I might give you the chance to convince me to finish you off!”

Buffy’s response was to growl low and attempt to kick him in the head again. The need raging in her pussy making her mindless.

This time Spike wasn’t amused. In one movement he pushed both her legs up towards her head. Faith shifted so that she knelt with Buffy’s hands trapped below her legs and grabbed her ankles, holding the Slayer in place for Spike.

“How dare you!” Spike raged smacking her ass hard. “Not two seconds after you said you’d behave and that’s what you do? You are going to be very sorry you did that Slayer!”

As he spoke he continued to spank her exposed ass, hard! So intent was he on teaching one slayer a lesson he didn’t notice the other shuffling so that she could position her mouth over Buffy’s equally exposed pussy.

For her part Buffy didn’t know what was happening anymore. The ass play had put her on edge, the spanking had been just about to send her over when the new sensation of Faith lapping at her clit added more confusion.

As she realised what felt like the biggest mother of an orgasm ever was approaching Buffy had her answer to her previous qualms about her ability to get it on with a girl.

Buffy screamed as Spike delivered a brutal blow at the same time as Faith sucked hard on her clit, sending her rocketing over the edge. Her body lifted and shook between her two tormentors as she panted and whimpered out her pleasure, Faith continuing to suck at her until she was spent.

Spike suddenly smacked Faith around the side of the head.

“We’ve got a deal Faith. You have to keep your end too. I didn’t say you could do that!”

Faith did her best to look sheepish about it but couldn’t help the shit eating grin that was plastered over her face. Spike was not amused.

“I thought it was only Buffy I was going to have to teach a lesson to.” He said grimly. “But it seems stubbornness and disobedience are traits that slayers share.”

Standing and retrieving his discarded belt he snapped it loudly, annoyed when Faith only smiled in anticipation.

“Strip, both of you and get on your knees. Upper bodies on the cot. Faith you’re going to learn what it means to play the bottom to me, and Buffy?... I know you know better than to cum without permission. I also know you know just what you’re going to get for your disobedience. Get into position NOW!”

“But it was her fault!” Buffy whined still lying spent on the cot, now trying to tug her arms out from under Faiths legs, scowling at her in the process. “If she hadn’t disobeyed I wouldn’t, and also, I didn’t know that rule applied to her making me cum!”

“Slayer,” Spike said through gritted teeth, “did you just argue with me, on top of trying to kick me in the head and cumming without permission? Tell me Buffy, do you like having skin on your ass? Cos all I’m hearing is ‘Sir, please beat me with that belt as hard as you can.’ Now, both of you strip and assume the position!”


TBC……..

Chapter 3

Last time:
“Strip, both of you and get on your knees. Upper bodies on the cot. Faith you’re going to learn what it means to play the bottom to me, and Buffy?... I know you know better than to cum without permission. I also know you know just what you’re going to get for your disobedience. Get into position NOW!”
…… Now, both of you strip and assume the position!”

Buffy fulfilled Spike’s ‘naked’ order in record time. Spike having so kindly divested her of pants and panties and her being bra-less, all she had to do was whip off her top. Standing, unabashedly naked, progress indeed from the intense uncertainty she’d exhibited before his little ‘incentive’, Buffy licked her lips unconsciously as she watched Faith take off her clothes.

The dark haired slayer alternated her gaze between Buffy and Spike as she slowly peeled the clothes from the top half of her body. Immediately picking up the arousal in both of her partners she made the stripping of the lower half even slower. Sensuously she ran her hands down her legs in the wake of her pants. Smiling slightly she gave them a real show, turning her back to them, looking coyly over her shoulder at both as she slowly pulled her thong down and off.

Buffy could not deny that she was enjoying the show immensely. Faith oozed sex even when she wasn’t trying. Right now, Buffy was amazed her breathing wasn’t more laboured than the small pant that was starting up. One look at Spike shifted her thoughts entirely. He looked more angry than anything else, arousing confusion in Buffy at first. That said, angry and aroused were often one and the same with Spike, especially in this scenario, but there was definitely more anger there. Huh? Spike had never been averse to a strip show before!

Another glance at Faith though, cleared up the confusion. It was the look on her face that was doing it. She was now completely naked and was smiling at Spike without the slightest modicum of respect for him. Buffy was transfixed by the subtext between the two, to which Faith was oblivious. She obviously had no comprehension of how seriously Spike was taking this and was frankly treating it like a bit of a joke, an indulgence of his kinky foreplay before they got to the good stuff. She was grinning and teasing in the most impudent way. Unaccountably embarrassed by Faith’s lack of respect Buffy looked away.

Spike’s voice cut through the air like a knife “What are you staring at you disobedient little bitch?”

Buffy winced as a twinge of sympathy went through her; Faith was staring brazenly in Spike’s direction and if she kept this up she was going to get it but good! The very fact that she was focussing on Faith meant that she missed the grin and wink combo that the vampire threw at the dark slayer.

“Owwwwwww!” Taken completely by surprise Buffy jumped and shrieked as a hard hand cracked across her ass.

Faith grinned as she saw the truth of part of her earlier, whispered conversation with Spike. Buffy not only needed to be pushed into this with all the kinky play, but she responded to it in a way that Faith had never encountered. She’d never seen the blonde so obviously turned on. And Kudos to vamp boy for pulling it off so convincingly, she knew he wasn’t near as mad as he was making out but if not for that wink she’d have believed he was very angry indeed.

“I was talking to you Buffy!” She goggled at the vampire whose gaze was now burning her with its intensity. “You’ve already stripped and you’d better get your ass over that cot right the hell now!”

Another smack, hard on her ass sent Buffy scurrying, her mind temporarily incapable of processing the sheer injustice of her getting whacked while Faith continued to act (as Dawn would put it) like the ‘pushy queen of slut town.’

Faith barely stifled a giggle at the sheer outrage on Buffy’s face. Oh but it was going to be fun watching these two, and also, it was going to be so freakin hot! Hell, B couldn’t have looked more sexy if she tried as she obeyed Spike.

With a Herculean effort Buffy managed to refrain from shooting Spike daggers as she turned and knelt, draping her upper body over the cot; Spike’s voice followed her as she obeyed, intoning words of contempt.

“Dirty little slut!” He scoffed. “Such a whore you’re practically panting just watching another girl undress. I wonder Buffy, is there anything that doesn’t get you off?”

Now kneeling, bent over the cot, Buffy willed her body not to react to the scorn in his voice. Closing her eyes in shame when he spoke again, she realised it was too late. Spike had smelled an increase in her arousal as he always did.

“And lookey here! I’d forgotten how much you enjoyed being humiliated Buffy.” He chuckled. “Ok Faith, move it!”
As Faith slowly took her position her thoughts went to what Spike had told her, how he had to be careful when dealing with Buffy. She had to truly believe he was angry and in complete control, otherwise this little plan of theirs would not work. And now that Buffy was obediently draped over the cot awaiting punishment Faith felt a rush of lust at the sight and thought. Buffy may always have been the ‘good’ one but there was no question that she was tough and her Slayer side was strong, it would actually be amazing to see the blonde girl drop that persona and submit completely. Knowing how hard it would be for Buffy to go against the nature they both shared and follow a vamps orders was enough to have her creaming at just the thought of watching Spike dominate her.


Speaking of, if she intended to get her moneys worth here she’d better get to playing along. A second later Faith took up position to Buffy’s left. Her head tilted and she smirked at her and gave her a wink. The smirk grew even more smirky as they heard the unmistakeable sound of Spike removing his pants.

Buffy had to fight the urge not to turn round for an eyeful of that glorious prick of his, which she just knew would be standing proudly to attention.

She took her frustration out on the nearest thing to her.

“Why are you doing this Faith?” she hissed. “You said yourself you always have to be on top. I heard you! You wouldn’t be grinning like that if you were actually into this, so why are you bothering? Did you make a deal that I’m going to be punished for your behaviour? Is that it? Cos you don’t know what you’re getting into if you think that’ll save you. He’s going to actually kill you if you keep this up!”

“Relax B!” Faith said, rolling her shoulders and arching her back. “What me and Spike worked out is all for you. Just having a little fun! Long incarceration remember? Complete with not a single person I wanted to get down and dirty with. He wants to play like someones still scared of him? Like he’s still the big bad, why would I complain long as I get off too! And I know I’m gonna!”

Although the conversation took place very quickly and in hissed whispers Spike’s impeccable hearing obviously caught it all.

Lifting the belt high, he slashed it down HARD on Faith’s thoroughly unprepared, un-warmed-up bottom. The move and the pain took her so completely by surprise that she cried out as her upper body shot up off the cot.

“Get back down!” Spike thundered, flicking a small warning blow on Buffy’s ass as she snickered at Faith’s rookie mistake. Green eyes full of fire were briefly turned on Spike before Buffy came to her senses and lowered her head again.

“Little lesson Faith, unless I say I want to hear your pain you’ll bloody well take it like a good little slayer and keep your trap shut!” Although nothing as suicidal as a snicker left Buffy’s lips something in her body language obviously convinced Spike she was still amused at Faith getting into trouble for once. The smile dropped off when he continued speaking. “As for you Summers, you’d better control that urge to enjoy Faith’s mistakes. You were learning all of this once too you know and you were about the most disobedient little bitch of a slave I ever played with. But now, you know the rules and you have NO excuse for not following every single last one!”

The last of his speech was accompanied by him yanking her head back by the hair and hissing into her ear. Just as quickly as he’d grabbed her he let her go again turning his attention once more to the errant brunette in his power.

“Ok Faith, do you think you can take this? Because I bet by the time I’m done you’re crying like an ickle bitty baby-slayer, and you know that will just make me punish you more!” The glee in Spike’s voice was evident.

After a quick glance at Faith, Buffy had to bury her face in the covering of the cot to keep from laughing. Although she’d wisely kept her mouth shut outrage and anger vied for position on Faith’s face.

“I wonder,” mused Spike in the masterful tone of voice that meant any sub of his probably didn’t want to know what was going through his evil mind, “can you tell me what I might be about to say about your hands?”

“We’re not to reach back to fend off blows or to rub when it hurts.” Buffy chanted without a morsel of conscious thought.

“See how well trained she is?” Spike chuckled, his tone derisory his eyebrows raised in amusement as he grinned at Faith. They both knew that he was ultimately doing this for Buffy’s pleasure not to inflict punishment….well, not solely to inflict punishment; let’s face it who wouldn’t want to give these two asses a good smacking given the chance?

Buffy chanced a look at Faith and saw a mingled expression of amusement and disbelief on her face. A blush crept over her skin under the scrutiny of those dark brown eyes.

“In fact, she’s so well trained that I bet just saying that made her wet.” With no preamble he thrust his hand between her legs and rubbed vigorously at her clit. Buffy managed not to moan but had to physically fight herself not to buck back against his hand. God he just barely needed to touch her and she was ready to cum all over his hand.

“Just as I thought!” he sighed “Soaking wet! Didn’t I tell you Faith, that our Buffy had turned into quite the little whore?”

Buffy grit her teeth and tried to breathe steadily, to control the mounting arousal focussed around Spike’s fingers on her clit and heightened by his mocking words resounding in her head.

“However,” he continued, pulling his hand away and sniffing it audibly, “as you well know Buffy, I was talking to Faith just then.”

Buffy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; he was not playing fair! Having Faith here seemed to be having a strange effect on her though, it was bringing out ‘masochist-Buffy’.

“How?” she whined. “How did I know that? You didn’t even say her name!”

She had the distinct impression that he was definitely twisting things so that she was always in the wrong. He seemed to be determined to use her as an example to Faith and it was bringing out the rebel in her (see above re masochism!) Spike, she was sure, would say I was bringing out the brat in her!

For her part, Faith was enjoying the dynamic playing out in front of her immensely.

“Quiet bitch.” He bellowed slashing her reddened ass with his belt.

“Hey!”

“Buffy, do you really want to argue with me?”

“Ask me when you haven’t just felt me up and made me want to cum!”

It was barely even a whisper.

“Right! That’s it! Y’know Buff you’ve a whole list of things already that you need to be punished for, you ought to shut your mouth RIGHT NOW!” He smiled grimly as Buffy’s head dropped a little.

“As for little Faithy, well, I was just going to give you a little spanking to show you who was boss and exactly how we play. But Buffy pissed me off. You’re going to get the same as her now. And you better believe it’s going to be good and hard girls!”

“Way to go B!” Faith groused.

“Faith!” There was no mistaking the grave warning in his tone.

“Geez, sorry!” she muttered earning her a blow on the ass from Spike’s belt. Again, it was a blow she totally wasn’t expecting.

With a supreme effort she quelled the urge to yell ‘mother-fucker!’ at the top of her lungs but was unable to help the yelp and instinctive rubbing at the band of fire flaming across her ass.

“What did we just discuss about hands Faith?” he sighed in exasperation, not even giving her time to answer before speaking again. “Buffy kneel up and hold out your hands.”

She shot up and looked at him in disbelief as he barked his next order at Faith.

“Faith, other side of the cot, opposite Buffy. And you can kneel up and watch this, after all the demonstration is for your benefit. This is what happens to naughty little slayers who can’t keep their hands out of the way.”

He turned his hard and cold gaze on Buffy who was still staring like he’d just said that he loved Angel or something.

“Buffy, I am losing patience. I’ll give you three damn seconds to obey me!”

Just like that, Faith’s presence notwithstanding Buffy was in the slightly removed and surreal state that Spike had taught her was called sub-space.

“Yes Sir. I apologise,” she said holding her hands out in front of her as Faith’s jaw hit the floor. Spike acknowledged the change in her demeanour with a curt nod before bringing his strap down hard and fast to crack across both of Buffy’s upturned palms.

Faith watched in continued amazement as the only response Buffy made to the blow, which must have hurt like hell, was to bow her head and suck in a breath, biting her bottom lip.

Faith’s wonder and arousal grew in direct proportion to one another as Buffy suffered silently through three more ferocious blows. Yeah she and Buffy had that whole ‘wanting to kill each other’ in their past but she’d never have thought she’d get so damn HOT watching the golden girl suffer as someone else’s hands. The fact that Buffy was suffering because of her dawned on her and she felt an immediate twinge in her pussy.

“Over the cot Buffy.” Spike it seemed was done with her hands for now. “Faith stay where you are and watch. I think it’ll do wonders to improve your attitude to see exactly what you have coming!”

For an insane second Faith wanted to tell him to stop. Somehow she’d sensed the mood change between the blonde pair and all of a sudden in seemed very real. Real and, even amidst her fear for Buffy…………well, hot!

As the belt came whistling towards Buffy’s ass Faith winced in sympathy and was proud to note that Buffy didn’t make a sound. She didn’t even flinch, although as before, the stroke must have been agony. And why all of a sudden that should make her proud she didn’t have a clue, but it did.

Another five blows and Faith realised she was beginning to pant. Her pussy was producing copious juices and, strangest of all, her ass was tingling as she watched Buffy get hers well and truly striped.

She glanced at Spike and almost came on the spot just from the extreme concentration mingled with the stern look on his face. Knowing that his supposed ‘anger’ was really only to get Buffy nice and compliant didn’t diminish the sheer sex that the man exuded when acting so stern and forbidding. There was no doubt he truly meant business. Obviously when he did this thing, he did it properly!

Taking Buffy by surprise he landed a stroke where her thighs and ass joined. Against all sense of self-preservation a yelp was yanked from her as she was driven forward by the force, her hips banging against the cot.

Licking her lips, Faith was barely even conscious of her own hand sliding between her legs as she watched.

“What the hell was that Summers?”

Buffy could feel his eyes boring into her.

“I…..I’m sorry Sir,” she babbled. “I-it was just a new place and it took me by surprise. It won’t happen again.”

“Faith bit back a moan at the pleading in Buffy’s voice.” Images of Buffy pleading with her like that mingled with images of roles reversed where she was the one pleading with Buffy. Her hand began to move double time on her clit as Spike stared hard at Buffy.

“Two on the upper thighs should remind you to keep your mouth shut I should think.” Spike said threateningly.

Buffy burrowed her face into the mattress, steeling herself to take the penalties in such a tender place.

The first blow caused her head to shoot up and her eyes locked with Faith’s as her face slowly turned bright red with the effort of not squealing. It was always so much harder to keep quiet when it was the thighs! The next one made her bite her lip until it bled.

“And finally, one for coming when you weren’t supposed to. You know what to do.”

Buffy scowled at Faith and arched her back, spreading her legs. When Spike changed the angle of the belt Faith realised what was about to happen and crammed two fingers inside herself to try to quell the throbbing that was mounting inside her.

Eyes wide in disbelief Faith came silently but trembling as she watched Spike whip Buffy’s pussy. She tried to ride out the last waves as quietly and still as possible not wanting to turn Spike’s attention on her.

“Oh, and I do believe Faith just had the audacity to cum as well!” Spike announced, filling the brunette with a fear she was unaccustomed to. “Poor Buff! Now you have to demonstrate again what happens when you do that!”

Buffy only just managed to bite back her protest but she couldn’t help turning pleading eyes on him over her shoulder.

“Don’t you dare look at me without my telling you to,” yanking her head back by the hair and hissing into her ear.

“You could melt many a heart with that look I’m sure,” he released her hair, pushing her head back down roughly “but not mine!”

“No!” Faith yipped as Spike pulled back the belt, preparing to strike Buffy’s most sensitive area again. “It’s not fair, beat me, it’s not her fault!” She was fairly certain she could take the beatings that Spike seemed to dole out, hell she’d taken worse from her own mother, but she was discovering she was decidedly squeamish (now her lust had been quenched) about seeing it done to someone else.

Spike grinned.

The belt hit Buffy’s pussy with a resounding thwack and she buried her head once more. Only this time she was fighting not to cum.

“But she likes it Faith!” Spike said, showing her the evidence of Buffy’s arousal on his belt.

Pulling the blondes head back again he brought the belt to her mouth.

“And now, she’s going to clean off her muck like a good little bitch. Because you see Faith, she likes being made to do that too!”

Buffy didn’t hesitate for even one second and Faith’s pussy twitched anew at the sight of Buffy’s tongue practically worshipping the leather.

Abruptly he pulled it away.

“Upper body on the cot Faith, it’s your turn. Buffy, we can’t have you idle now can we? I know what you can do! Lick her hands clean, she’s as much of a whore as you are Buffy tell me if she tastes as good.”

Faith goggled at Buffy’s continued blind obedience as the blonde grabbed her hand and brought it brought it to her mouth. The action bent the dark slayer over the bed and saved her a penalty stroke for not obeying fast enough.

As Buffy started to slowly and sensuously lick and suck Faith’s juices off her hands the younger girl thought she might cum again just from that and nothing more. She knew she was a goner when they Buffy smiled around her fingers before running her tongue slowly down to tickle at the skin between her index and middle fingers. She was assured that Buffy entirely grasped the significance of the gesture when the blonde waggled her eyebrows and moved her tongue quicker, Faith wasn’t sure what would kill her faster, shock or arousal!

“Get ready Faith.” Spike snapped her out of her contemplation. “I’ve this feeling you think you are tougher than our obedient little Buffy here. You’re about to find out just how wrong you are!

TBC………………