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Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry Mr.Spike.” Buffy replied, trying to keep the ‘dreamy’ look elicited by the spanking and the excitement off her face.

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

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

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

“I’m going to be a good girl now I promise. Can I come out now?” she asked in her best ‘innocent’ voice.

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

CRACK! CRACK!

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

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

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

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

CRACK! CRACK! Back of her knees again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhuh!” she nodded, lip jutting out. “It’s sore.”

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

“Is it very red Mr. Spike?”

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

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

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

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

Abruptly he pulled his hands away. “That better petal?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Buffy …..I…..erm…..I didn’t say you could……..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t lick that bit off.” She said. “Maybe you could do it for me Mr.Spike.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TBC…………Wanna know what he’s going to do?





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