Title: Please Sir

Author: Sarah Aless

Contact/Feedback: give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: B/S

Spoilers: Completely AU baby!
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Joss and ME own them but they'd have way
more fun if they WERE mine!

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please tell me where it's going.

Summary: Buffy is an eighteen year old senior in a strict private (possibly Catholic) school, who has been having a steamy affair with her English teacher for a while. Today Mr.Pratt is about to up the ante.

WARNINGS: This is a teacher/student fic in which no apology whatsoever is made for either party’s behaviour. If you think it is wrong, please bear in mind that this is FICTION and no Spike’s or Buffy’s were hurt or exploited in the making of this fic.
Actually that’s a lie, Buffy is hurt, just a teensy bit. But it’s ok, because it’s all in the name of good spanking kinky fun. Which is my second warning – SPANKING in here.
If you don’t like spanking, well I dare you to give this a go. If you still don’t like it then......well......I guess you can just spank me for wasting your time! (Yeah..........liiittle fetish of mine there!)

Chapter 1

Mr Pratt grit his teeth, taking a deep breath through his nose he slowly raised his eyes. Scanning the classroom for the source of his extreme irritation, his eyes immediately zeroed in on the person almost certain to be the culprit.

There she sat, like butter wouldn’t melt, his own personal little torturer. So innocent she looked with her sleek blonde bob and natural-look make up framing those pools of green eyes. So studious, her brows knit together, a small frown of concentration; her eyes seemingly glued to the page.

Maybe he was mistaken after all. She certainly didn’t appear to be chewing gum right now and she did seem engrossed in her work.

Beginning to turn away his head whipped back as his peripheral vision registered a sly upturn in the corner of her mouth. His gaze met hers, her smirk morphed into a grin, one eyebrow raised in challenge. She would be the death of him one of these days. How could someone look so innocent yet so self confidently alluring at the same time?

Sure, he was the teacher here, the one with the power, supposedly. He could demand an explanation. Order her to empty her mouth. Insist on knowing why she was so determined always to chew that damned gum, knowing not only that it was forbidden but also how deep a hatred he had for it.

Oh but there was the point wasn’t it? There was the exact reason that she did it. To her it was a game, a challenge, a battle of wills. If it wasn’t the gum it would be something else he had an equal abhorrence for, something which she knew would provoke him almost past patience.

This challenge, this battle of wills was also the very reason that he decided to approach this situation differently. No yelling, no demanding of explanations. He’d yet to actually catch her chewing and they both knew the point of this little game. He’d catch her at it fair and square, but she wouldn’t be getting the reaction she expected. Not yet anyway.

“Can I help you Summers?” He bit out caustically.

Her grin widened.

“No Sir. I’m just fine thanks.”

“Then get your head down and get on,” He snapped.

With a huge effort of will she resisted the urge to wink at him and did as she was told. Bending her head to her books she surreptitiously watched him from beneath her eyelashes.

As soon as his head bowed to his own work she returned to the game that had been amusing her for the last ten minutes. Smoothing her gum over her upper and lower front teeth, she sucked it in sharply through the gap producing a satisfyingly loud SNAP.

His head shot up and she could actually feel him glaring at her though she kept her head down, fighting to keep a huge grin from her face.

When she was sure he’d gone back to marking she blew the biggest bubble she could muster; idly wondering whether this would be the one to make him snap, the one to kick off the real fun.

The bubble popped and Buffy frowned when she got not the slightest response. Shrugging, she decided to go back to a tried and tested pet hate of his. She began to chew in earnest, doing so noisily and open-mouthed; making a loud squelching, slapping sound with the gum.

“Summers, get rid of it.”

Buffy pouted. He hadn’t even looked up! That was just downright unsatisfactory!

“Get rid of what Sir?” she batted her eyes innocently.

“You know damn well what young lady. I won’t have you chewing that AWFUL stuff in my classroom.” He still hadn’t looked up.

“Don’t know what you mean!” She claimed, snapping the gum again, her eyes dancing as she finally got a reaction.

His head had snapped up, catching her in the act of blowing another mammoth bubble.

“Stand up.” He barked.

Rolling her eyes she took her time bout laying down her pen and scraping back her chair. Standing, she looked him dead in the eye and grinned.

She could feel the eyes of every other student in the room on her. She could almost feel the adoration of half of them as well, the ones that thought she was a hero for having the guts to wind up the most formidable teacher in the school. The other half were agape at what they perceived as her blatant insanity. This was a teacher who scared all but the most ‘problem’ students witless.

Sometimes she wondered if even one of them had a clue what was really going on here. It seemed impossible to her that no one at all had noticed. The heat, tension and sparking lust which passed between them as she pushed his buttons was an almost tangible entity in the room.

Surely someone else could feel it?

How could they not sense it as he stepped around his desk heading towards where she stood, casually on one hip, blowing another bubble, the throb beginning in her most private place? Pulsing, echoing every step he took.

“Spit it out.” He said as he reached her and she realised he’d brought the wastepaper basket with him.

Looking up at him from under her lashes she slowly licked the remnants of the latest bubble off her lips.

His jaw ticked and his nostrils flared as he watched her tongue run over her lips before peaking out between her lips. The chewing gum balanced expertly on her taut and pointed tongue and he fought to banish the images that were conjured from looking at the pointed tip.

Plucking the gum from its perch she tossed it in the trash, smiling breezily and plopping back down into her seat.

The throb in her groin pulsed again as she began to wonder how he might ‘make an example of her’ this time. He knew she had a side that relished being the bad girl and it was one of his favourite ways of getting her even hotter; telling her off in front of the class. Sometimes humiliating her with childish punishments like standing in the corner or writing lines on the board.

Of course she’d fight him all the way; earning her the respect and awe of her classmates. Eventually though he always won; always outwitted her and she always played along.

Her stomach flipped as she looked up into the most malicious grin she’d ever seen on his face.

“No one told you to sit Summers. Get up. Now.”

With a dramatic sigh she repeated the chair scraping and slow climb to her feet. Her eyes were locked with his, an eyebrow raised in challenge the entire time. Here it comes. What’s your best shot Mr. Pratt? What are you going to do to your naughty little student that won’t get you sacked and make half of your class pass out with shock?

“Vice-Principals office. Now!”

She stared in disbelief at his outstretched arm, pointing her way out of the classroom. This wasn’t how it was meant to go! There should be banter, verbal parry and riposte, sultry and challenging looks, a build up of tension leaving them with wet panties and bulging trousers respectively.

Then it would be home time and they’d sneak off for hot lurid, seedy and very wrong (but oh soooo right) sex in his car. It was Tuesday, that’s how it always went! What the hell was he up to?

She considered refusing. Was that what he wanted? Less subtle provocation?

His mouth descended to about an inch from her ear.

“Now.” He said, low and rumbling, sending a mingled shiver and tingle down her neck her groin providing an answering flood of moisture into her panties.

Something about the way he said it told her he had some kind of plan. She couldn’t for the life of her work out what it might be, or for that matter why he was involving stuffy old Mr. Livingstone. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

School was nearly over so she gathered her things and headed to the front of the classroom, throwing him a confused look once her back was to the rest of the class.

“Toddle on now.” He smirked condescendingly and infuriatingly at her, making his fingers into little walking legs. Buffy scowled at him and left the room.

On her way to the office Buffy began to have a slight crisis of confidence. Was this his way of ending things? Of telling her he wasn’t into these games anymore? She might be an extremely sexually confident high school senior but she was, nevertheless, only a high school senior. He was all adult and mysterious and it’s not like they were big on the talking. How was she meant to know what this meant?

Their ‘relationship’ was based on an almost inhuman ability to sense each other’s needs and a truly amazing meeting of sexual appetites. Frankly it was hot, mind-numbing, usually fast and furious, hair-pulling, back-scratching, rough as you can handle sex. And she would die if it was taken away!

Surely he wouldn’t want to end that. Would he?

But then why the office sending?

If this wasn’t his way of ending it he was gonna have lumps punched out of him before the next time she fucked him silly. She may have adult desires but there was a good deal of sulky teenager in there too!

Buffy received the answers to her internal questions as she rounded the corner and looked up at the vice principals door and the handwritten note attached to it.

TBC........

Want to know what he’s up to? Oh and witness some naughty naughty sexy stuff?

Chapter 2
Buffy grinned at the ‘acting’ label which had been tagged to the front of the ‘Vice-Principal’ name plate. She continued to grin as she read the laminated card below the plate which read ‘William Pratt’.

She wasn’t such a child that she didn’t get how hot it would be to do him in a place as forbidden as a school office.

She almost groaned in anticipation as she read the handwritten note explaining that Mr.Pratt was currently teaching and appointments could be made through the school admin office. Any student sent here during last period for discipline reasons should take a seat and he would see them after school. Even the letter seemed to be written in a stern tone of voice and her tummy flipped again at the thought.

Did he have a paddle in there she wondered? Would he spank her like the naughty little girl she’d just proven herself to be? It wasn’t something they’d tried before and she didn’t want to bring it up lest he think she was a weirdo but she dearly wished he would. Not that the sex wasn’t hot enough as it was but..........god! Just the thought made her want to frig herself silly right here in the corridor.

She was still going to kill him for scaring her like that though!

The end of day bell rang and he rounded the corner what seemed like seconds later. She fixed him with her best scowl; it was entirely wasted on him as he swept by without even casting a glance her way. Oh but he knew she was there.

Unlocking and opening the door he stood just inside, holding it open so that she’d have no option but to squeeze past him.

“In.”

Although she still scowled as she stood and approached the door she found herself unable to resist his proximity. As she pushed herself through between him and the door jamb her hand dropped and she gave his burgeoning erection a good hard squeeze.
Immediately he had her wrist in an iron grip and she found herself swung roughly into the room as he slammed the door shut and clicked the lock.

“Keep your hands to yourself Summers.”

“Oh , now. You don’t mean that.” She said smiling in a predatory way as she pushed him up against the door, nuzzling at his neck, her hand travelling south once more.
The breath was momentarily knocked out of her when he spun her round and slammed her against the door.

“Yes. I. Do.” He stated, slamming her hand back against the wood. “You pushed your luck with me one too many times young lady and as your teacher I really have to teach you a lesson!”

“Ooo,” she said, eyes twinkling again as she looked up at him. “Sounds like fun. You going to teach me how to kiss you real nice first Mr. Teacher?”

Pulling him down by the lapels of his jacket she locked her mouth onto his, pulling his tongue in to be massaged by her own. Groaning aloud as she wrapped one leg around his hip, rubbing her crotch against him both appeasing and inflaming the ache deep inside her.

She gasped and grinned when, having yet again brought her hand to his crotch she suddenly found both hands pinned up by her ears. Looked like he really was feeling like being in charge tonight. Well, who was she to complain? Didn’t mean she still couldn’t have fun.

“No, the first thing I’m going to do is teach you to do as you are told.”

She snorted. She couldn’t help herself. One, it would never happen and two she knew he liked her when she was a little hellcat, he’d told her so.

Grinning evilly he lowered his forehead to press against hers, increasing the pressure on her wrists.

“Oh I guarantee you won’t be finding this funny for much longer. You see you’re here all alone, the door is locked and everyone has left the school by now. You are going to get fucked good and hard, but first you’re going to do exactly as I tell you.”

Buffy moaned as he quickly gripped both of her wrists in one hand whilst his other deftly breached the protection of her panties; he clucked at the torrent he found flowing between her legs. Buffy closed her eyes, moaning again as he rubbed at her slippery clit, her knees threatening to buckle. She was hotter than she ever thought she had been with him, this was going to be a quicky!

He seemed to know just how close she was already; his mouth was at her ear again as he roughly shoved a finger inside of her.

“Little slut.”

She bit her lip and moaned, her eyes glazing over with lust.

He snatched his hand away and she almost managed to wrench her own hands free, not sure if she was trying to grab his and force it back or touch herself.

“Oh no.” He said. “We’ll have none of that. I know what you want. You want my big hard cock right up inside that tight little hole of yours don’t you?”

Buffy nodded, and unsure exactly why she added, “Please.”

There wasn’t normally any need for begging. They normally couldn’t wait to tear each other’s clothes off but it seemed he’d gained way more self control today and she was, therefore, screwed. Only not in the way she wanted!

“Aww now that’s sweet.” He mocked. “But save the pleas for later. First you have to be a good girl and show me how well you can take your punishment for such bad behaviour in class.”

Buffy’s tummy turned over, a delicious sensation that had her panties flooding even more. She might be about to get her wish after all, and she hadn’t even had to bring it up!

“Now when I let you go, you are going to keep you hands by your sides, do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir.” Buffy said, pupils dilated, heaving in a breath.

“Go and stand in the middle of the room.” He said releasing her hands before turning and walking to his desk, confident she would obey.

She reached the middle of the room as he sat down and leaned back in the big leather chair. She knew she was flushed and almost panting but she couldn’t possibly have any idea how alluring she looked to him standing there in her little plaid skirt and white blouse, still managing to look the slightest bit defiant, although her hands were by her side as directed.

Watching her very intently he smiled to himself when she actually dropped her eyes and squirmed uneasily. Oh but he was going to have fun introducing her to this particular game.

“I have a problem Miss Summers.” He informed her, his voice jerking her head up to look at him.

“My problem was caused in part by your infuriating insolence and in part by your faux innocence with that tongue of yours back in the classroom.”

Standing he walked towards her and she found herself immediately dropping her eyes.

“Do you see what my problem is Miss Summers?” He was all but thrusting his very obvious erection at her.

“I think so.” She said although her smile lacked a little of its usual self-assurance. “I’m sure I can help you with it.”

“Oh you will,” He promised, “Just as soon as you’ve paid at least part of the price for your bad behaviour.”

Buffy gulped as her eyes became locked on his thick leather belt which was suddenly forcing itself into her view, try as she might to ignore it. Surely he wouldn’t use that would he?

Raising her eyes she realised that he’d retrieved a ruler from the desk when he’d come over to her and she almost grinned with relief. I mean surely that thing couldn’t really hurt so much.

“Now. Let’s see if we can’t wipe that smile right off your face. Go to the desk and bend over it. Hold on to the other side with both hands.”

Buffy blinked at him.

The only answer he gave was a swift blow with the ruler to the back of her thigh.

Ok, so ‘couldn’t really hurt so much’ had probably been wishful thinking. Buffy moved quickly to drape herself over the desk, gripping the far side as directed.

Suddenly she was nervous. Lucky for her she was horny too and the combination was driving her slowly insane as Mr Pratt slowly ran his hand up her leg to caress her bottom through her regulation white cotton panties.

Without warning he delivered a sharp SMACK to her behind and Buffy squirmed in lust, her hips pushing back instinctively. She was looking for his cock to rub herself against but what she got was another resounding SMACK.

“You’re a very bad student Miss Summers.” He chided this time striking her with the ruler. “And bad students need to be shown the error of their ways. They need to be taken in hand.” Another smack with his hand again.

“Are you about to give me the lowdown on sparing the rod?” She questioned, looking back over her shoulder cheekily. “Cos, you know that I don’t want you sparing any of your rod. I want every last inch!”

Before she knew what had happened her skirt was flipped up, her panties yanked down and the ruler applied to her backside with truly astounding vigour.

“Shit!” she yelled. “That hurt you bastard!”

“It was,” THWACK “meant to. Now the sooner you stop being a bad girl, the easier this will be on you. But just for now? Hold on tight!”

He set about thoroughly covering her ass from top to bottom and side to side in bright red strips of fire. Each time she moved, or swore, or relaxed her grip on the other side of the table he would slice one right across her upper thighs making her vow not to do whatever she’d just done again.

Painful as it was, Buffy was getting hotter with every single blow. And if she was entirely honest she almost came on the spot every time her thighs got it. It was just too delicious to be punished by this stern, commanding taciturn man. The only thing she would want him to stop for now was to fuck her brains out and hell he didn’t even have to stop to do that!

“That will do for now.” He said suddenly, wrenching Buffy from her half delirious state.

Bouncing up from her bent over position Buffy turned to fix him with a look of pure lust.

“Thank you, Sir,” She purred, again grabbing his lapels and pulling his mouth down to hers. “Let me show you how well I’ve learned my lesson.”

Mr. Pratt carefully removed her hands from his lapels and gripping her upper arms moved her back and away from him.

“Well if you’d learned it all that well Buffy, you’d still be bent over the desk. I didn’t tell you to get up. Hold out your hand please.”

She blinked at him again. He couldn’t mean that could he? What was sexy about whacking her hands? One look at his raised eyebrow however had her complying immediately, unsure of whether the tremor she noticed in her hand was due to apprehension or desire.

“Something wrong?” He enquired of her pout.

“Well it’s not exactly sexy is it.........owww!” The ruler had come down with lightning speed on her waiting palm.

“I beg to differ.” He smiled. “I think you doing exactly what I tell you is sexy in every sense. And it’s going to get sexier, believe me.”

The ruler landed again hard and Buffy scrunched up her face. God he had an infuriating smirk. But she did love that he could do this to her, know exactly what she wanted and needed.

At this point Mr.Pratt went into a frenzy with the palm smacking, grabbing onto and holding her wrist tight when she tried to move her hand away.

Buffy was actually relieved when he stopped and began to examine her palm in earnest.

“Is it hot?” he asked. “Does it tingle?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He said and immediately unzipped his fly letting his rock hard cock leap out as he led her around to the other side of the desk where he sat down.

“Make it good.” He grinned at her and suddenly she got it. The sick bastard had walloped her palm until it was burning so that he would benefit from the sensation as she jacked him off. The added bonus (though she was unsure who was benefitting) was that it would actually sting a bit for her.

The second her injured hand closed around his cock he let out a deep moan. Sliding down in his seat his eyes immediately fell closed as he was engulfed in the scalding heat of her hand. She gripped just a little tighter than usual, probably because she didn’t have normal feeling and he found that he liked it.

He also found that he liked the tremor that was running through her hand, increasing the stimulation she was giving him in the most delicious of ways.

In fact, he wasn’t going to last long at all at this rate and when the friction against her sore skin made her whimper just a little he almost shot his load all over her. To forestall that event he went back to talk.

“Aww poor little Buffy.” He mocked. “Does that hurt? Well now you know what happens when you continue to cross me girl, don’t you?”

When she gave no answer he grabbed her face and made her look at him.

“Don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” She panted. “Sir.”

“Good. Now get yourself bent over that desk again.” He’d almost cum again when she said Sir and he needed to go back to where he had the control although the whole hot palm thing was definitely a game to be repeated.

He grinned at that thought taking a deep breath before beginning to put into motion the rest of his dastardly plans.

TBC...............................
Y'know if you want more of course!

Chapter 3

Noticing that there had been hesitation when he ordered her over the desk he pushed her upper body down hard and ripped her panties clean off her legs before flipping her skirt up again.

“Do as you’re told.”

Buffy moaned as yet more of her juices welled at the entrance of her sex smoothing the way for the two fingers which he shoved in to her.

“Dirty little bitch. You’re soaking wet. I don’t think I’ve taught you nearly enough of a lesson.”

“Then stop talking and do it!” she almost screamed.

Her answer, inevitably, was a sound spank on her still reddened hiney.

“Buffy, if you want this,” he rubbed the tip of his hard cock along her slit, “up here,” he scissored the two fingers inside her making her moan and hump back at his hand. “You’d better start being a good girl.”

Buffy thrashed her head on the desk as he continued to scissor and pump his fingers inside of her, one hand groped backwards blindly trying to find his cock and position it at her entrance.

“Put your hand on the other side of the desk.........Good girl. Now, let me in. Uuunnng that’s it let me all the way in.”

Their voices joined in relief as he slid inside of her hot tight wet hole.

“Oh fuck!” He said, “Yeah , you fucking like that don’t you?”

Buffy’s fingers gripped the desk so hard she thought it would splinter.

“See, now you’re being a good girl.” He praised as he began to pump rapidly in and out of her. “All you needed was a little discipline wasn’t it. Yeah that’s it, take my cock.”

Buffy whimpered and her still burning right hand moved back towards her clit. She was stopped in her tracks when Spike yanked her head back by the hair.

“Put it back.” He growled into her ear. “I’ll tell you when you can touch yourself.”

Never breaking pace for a second he reached over and picked up the ruler. Now each thrust was accompanied with a stinging stroke on alternating sides of her ass and thighs.

“Bad little bitch.” He admonished. “Needs to learn her lesson.”

“Oh fuck, I love you teaching me a lesson.” She moaned out. “Teach me real good Mr.Pratt, teach me harder.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Holding her arms down just because he could he began to give her a serious fucking as she writhed and moaned beneath him needing just a little pressure on her clit but getting none.

Buffy’s knees started to buckle and she nearly came, clit contact or not when he yanked her pelvis back up towards his.

“Get that ass up.” He commanded. Grunting as he continued to plow into her, smacking her overhand with the ruler, grinning and chuckling when it caused her to squeal.

“Ohh god..... oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Buffy was panting utter nonsense as her pussy clenched around his cock, gripping hard with every smack he gave her. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on the desk sending books and papers flying as she fought the urge to frig herself silly and damn the consequences.

“Please, please.....” She panted. “M-mmy ooooh GOD! My clit. Have to let me.....”

Without warning he pulled out of her entirely. Although she would never know it, it was a move which took every ounce of willpower he had, but this was too good an opportunity to miss.

“Did you just tell me I ‘have to’ let you do something?” He questioned, leaning over her back, hand fisted in her hair again, his voice a growl in her ear.

“Ple—ea-ease.” She almost sobbed, her need to cum had her frantic.

“Hold your ass open.”

“Wha?”

SMACK. The ruler hit her thigh none too gently.

“Hold that ass open now!”

Mindlessly Buffy reached back with both hands and held her ass cheeks open, past the point of even wondering what the hell this was about.

Until of course, the moment the ruler slapped down hard on the now exposed and tender area. The yowl this elicited from her was a noise usually only heard from cats.

She immediately let go of her ass cheeks and attempted to cover the injured area to protect it from more blows.

“Move them.” He said calmly.

“Can’t.....” she cried desperately.

“You DO NOT want me to do it for you.” Good god, she’d unleashed a monster! “Do as I tell you.”

Trembling, she did as he asked not sure what embarrassed her more, the position or the fact that his quiet “Good girl,” only served to inflame her lust further.

“Two more,” He said. “Then we can get back to the nicer stuff. Y’know like me fucking the shit out of your hot little body.”

Buffy bit her lip and the rush of desire caused by his words almost entirely cancelled out the pain of the blows to her ass.

“Be thankful, that’s all it was today,” he told her as he slid back into her depths. “One of these days I’m going to fuck you there, fuck you good and proper.”

Buffy’s hands were scrabbling around the desk again as she bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut as tight as she could.

This was just beyond all her wildest imaginings. And to think that she’d been sure they had the dirtiest, roughest sex possible before this. Seemed the man she’d nicknamed Spike (for obvious reasons) was only beginning to introduce her to his repertoire.

Suddenly Spike lifted her right leg up so that her knee rested on the desk and he was reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Buffy threw a tortured look over her shoulder at him and he finally relented.

“Play with your clit.” He instructed.

So befuddled by lust was she that she tried to reach back over the top of her elevated ass to reach her clit. Laughing at her he smacked her hand away and pushed it around front where she would have easier access.

“Horny little bitch.” He mocked. “So horny you don’t even have the sense to play with yourself properly do you?”

“Ohhhh gooodddddd!” Buffy began to wail as her pussy immediately responded to the fingers now working her clit prodigiously, if a little sloppily.

“You see.” He said smugly. “Isn’t it so much more fun to be a good girl and do as I say?”

Buffy wasn’t able to answer but that was fine with him as it gave him another excuse to use his hand on her reddened and jiggling bottom and thighs, slapping good and hard with every thrust.

“Are you going to cum?” he teased her. “Is your dirty little pussy going to cover my cock in its juices?”

“Ooo....o...o..oo..FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Buffy screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, knowing instantly that this was going to be a multiple of epic proportions.

The stranglehold her pussy developed on his cock as it continued to spasm caused his balls to tense and with a feral roar he emptied himself into her.

“Bad, bad, naughty, dirty, little bitch.” He panted mindlessly as he rode out his orgasm.

Buffy lay limp over the desk as he pumped out the last of his lust, barely even noticing the sting from his hips slapping her tender backside.

Collapsing on top of her Spike began to laugh.

“Whats so funny?” she slurred. Yep, she was actually slurring, like she was drunk. What was that all about?

“You.” He said pulling his head back so their gazes could meet. “Have had that coming for such a long time.”

“Have not.” She pouted.

“Oh please.” He grinned. “Seducing your English teacher, trying to make him fuck you in every public place imaginable, winding him up just to make the sex better. You soooo had that coming.”

“Well, you’re as bad as me mister. I don’t exactly think sleeping with your students rates high on the list of qualities desirable in a teacher, and you did JUST as much seducing. Besides, if you mean I deserved mind numbingly HOT sex with a little bit of kink thrown in, well I must concur Mr.Pratt! Just watch out I don’t take that ruler to you next time.”

The smile disappeared from Spike’s face as he growled in her ear once again.

“Oh no luv. That’s never going to happen. You see, I know where you live now. I’ve tasted it. You’re going to crave this kind of sex. And bubble gum or not, I can see quite a few more after school detentions before I’ve straightened you out young lady.”

Buffy was silent, apparently mulling this over.

“Ok,” she finally said. “But next time you absolutely better not think about using your belt or that old paddle over there or anything else like that on me.”

Spike grinned, she always knew the right ways to let him know what she wanted, and he’d make damn sure she never left school again without it.

THE END.

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