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Hey guys - (insert usually apologies about taking so long to update and rants about computers and thanks for reviews)


Ok, this chapter definiely one for the 'spanking' fans - a little bit
of other stuff for the others too.

Enjoy!

Sarah
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Chapter 12

"So, where to?" Buffy smiled seductively at Spike.

"Not sure yet." Spike said suppressing his own smile. "Don't know
what you're grinning about either Slayer. You ARE going to pay for
your teasing. When I get started you won't be quite so pleased with
yourself. Won't be grinning either."

He stepped round in front of her and closed the gap between them.
The proximity greatly exaggerated the height difference and left
Buffy feeling (as Spike intended) completely dwarfed.

"Begging, pleading, screaming the place down, maybe. But I guarantee
smiling won't be happening until I've had my," he reached the behind
and pinched her ass, startling her, "pound of flesh. And until I've
driven you just as crazy as you did me."

Buffy's tummy flipped over at his almost malicious words and the
unmistakeably seductive and sensuous tone in which they were
delivered. Her breath hitched when their eyes met, his blue boring
into her green.

Before she knew what was happening he'd grabbed her by the elbow and
they were heading off at speed. Apparently Mr. Spike knew exactly
where they were going now.

"Spike, where the hell are we going?" Buffy huffed in frustration,
two minutes later as he continued to pull her along. Spike just
continued without breaking stride or giving any kind of answer.

"No way!" she exclaimed when Spike finally stopped. "I know we've
done it some weird ways and some weird places but this is just……
icky!"

"You're getting ahead of yourself Slayer." Spike said. "I didn't
bring you here to shag. It happens to be on the way to my crypt and
the sight inspired me. Another night at my place seemed kind of
samey so I thought I'd have a little fun before we got there."

Buffy looked at Spike like he was crazy. A minute ago Spike had been
as obviously horny as she was; now he wanted to play on the swings
in the playground?

She plastered as seductive a look as she could muster onto her face
and stepped up close to him as he had done to her moments ago.

"Fun as this looks Mr. Spike." She said, teasingly using the name
she'd given him when she'd thought she was four. "I believe there
were some more pressing..." one hand squeezed his crotch, "matters
to attend to."

She moved in closer, her intent to straddle a thigh and rub against
him, a reminder of the `horsey' game.

Getting so close was her mistake. Spike pinned her arms to her sides
and moved backwards, pulling her with him. When they were almost at
the swings he turned her round in his grasp and moved her closer to
them.

He released his hold and Buffy watched, puzzled as pushed one up and
over the bar. Realisation dawned when he caught it on the other side
and put it into a stationary position. Now it was the right height
for her to sit on it and have just her toes touching the ground, he
could push her without hindrance of her feet dragging.

Buffy really wasn't in the mood for childish pursuits, her mind was
running through a much more X-rated scenario involving the swing.
However, she figured if she humoured him, maybe she could get him to
join her. All her previous `ick' factor about the location was
pushed well aside by the lust engendered by the porn film playing in
her head.

Eagerly she moved forward to sit on the seat, preparing to give
Spike an eyeful if he stayed where he was, in front of the swing.
Spike soon put paid to that plan however, when he stopped her as she
prepared to sit, his hands on her upper arms again.

None too gently he moved her right up to the swing still facing it
and pushed her down and forward. He kept up the pushing until she
was bent over the flat seat of the swing, her lower stomach and hips
resting on it and presenting her bottom nicely. Holding her in place
Spike spoke before she even had the chance.

"Now, I actually felt quite bad about spanking you when you weren't
quite yourself." One hand still pressing on her back he flipped up
her dress. "But this one, you've well and truly earned."

Buffy was at a loss as to whether her insides or her pussy were
slippier right now. Her stomach felt like it was sliding around
inside of her as much as her lower lips were sliding against each
other in her struggles to get up. She knew exactly what Spike
intended to do and she was suddenly all too aware again of where
they were.

"Spike!" she protested, disconcerted by the fact that her bottom was
actually tingling in anticipation and that her outraged outburst had
come out on a small giggle as if she were a nervous schoolgirl. She
resolved not to do that again and managed reasonably stern tones
when she continued.

"Spike I'm the Slayer! I can't be seen like this right out in the
open! I'll be striking fear in the heart of no demon if word gets
around!"

"Oh Slayer, stop!" Spike chuckled. "Do you honestly think that
argument is going to do anything but make me happier about this?
Besides, you chose to act like a child after the spell wore off. So,
you'll just have to take my payback like the naughty little
girl you pretended to be in order to tease me."

Wasting no more breath Spike landed his first spank square across
both cheeks. Buffy immediately moaned as her lust rose, from the
blow and his ignoring of her protests. He kept the first ten or so
fairly light, enjoying watching her flesh gently pinken.

Buffy's legs and arms scrabbled for purchase on the ground that they
barely reached as Spike began to increase the intensity and speed of
the smacks. It did her no good. She was bent just far enough that
her centre of balance was tipped forward and she had nothing to
lever herself up on or with.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

She squirmed some more as he alternated cheeks. Whenever a smack
landed Buffy felt a corresponding, expectant tingle on the opposite
cheek. Not once did Spike appease it always aiming for a different
spot on the other side. The tingles from the spanking grew, along
with the tingles in areas which expected to be smacked any minute.

When she was squirming and wriggling just how he wanted Spike went
in for the kill. Unlike the earlier spanking, his one was geared
toward turning the slayer on. Again Spike's nose did not deceive him
but he decided to give her arousal even more of a boost.

Aiming carefully he began to land blows alternately where each cheek
met the corresponding thigh. Buffy's moaning increased exponentially
and the slight movement of the swing heightened the sensations as
the smacks landed just a little harder.

Abruptly Spike stopped, leaving Buffy hanging limply over the swing,
trying to remember how to breathe. She was forcefully reminded how
to do it, when Spike's next movement made her gasp loudly.

Standing square behind her he ever so gently ran the index finger of
each hand along the crease of buttocks and thighs. Buffy's yo-yoing
breathing turned to panting as the fingers slid torturously slowly
inwards. There could be only one place their journey would end. She
squirmed involuntarily at the thought and in a subconscious effort
to hurry them along.

"Poor thing." Spike said. "All red and sore here, in such a
sensitive spot. Maybe I should kiss it better."

"Please….." Buffy breathed, all rational thought long past.

Ever the gentleman, Spike knelt behind her and with cool tongue and
lips traced the path his fingers had just taken. First one side then
the next. His mouth lingered momentarily where the two sides met,
tongue licking once quickly at the copious fluids gathering there,
before he pulled back to savour her reaction.

"Ohhhh! Please, please…." Buffy said wanting to scream but managing
only a moan.

"Now, now." Spike said pulling her up to stand on legs that simply
refused to work properly. "I know exactly what you want, but for
once I actually agree with something you said. It is a little…" he
smirked, "icky to do such things here. A playground is not
the place for this kind of thing. Shame on you Buffy Anne Summers!"

Buffy looked at him in puzzled amazement. Her brain wasn't really
functioning on any sort of higher level (or at all come to that),
but she was dimly aware that Spike wasn't going to give her, or
indeed himself what they both so badly wanted.

Puzzled look still in place she allowed him to pull her along in his
wake once more as he set off with a purposeful stride; explaining as
he went what was going to happen next.

"We're off to my crypt Slayer. I told you I'd make you pay for
teasing me and I just might have a toy or two there that will help
me see to it. So come on, chop chop, you want to get to the fun
don't you?"


TBC…….Ok so I'm a tease, I know it. What ya gonna do about it?





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