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Chapter 3

She obeys instantly, going over to the chair, lowering herself so that her body, just below her breasts rests on one arm, her upper thighs on the other. I walk slowly over to her. Her entire body trembles as I get closer and closer. I lightly stroke a finger down her spine watching the goosebumps that rise in its wake. When I reach her ass I use both hands to stroke and knead at her buttocks. I deliver two quick slaps to her upper thighs, which take her by surprise. She jumps slightly and I place a hand on her back as a warning.

“Those were for not moving quick enough.” I inform her, she actually couldn’t have moved any quicker but she knows better than to argue.

I go back to fondling her ass. Confusing her senses with the tender touch. Setting her body afire with the tension of not knowing how long this will last, whether the next second to tick by will bring another stinging swat to her exposed backside or legs. I slip a hand between her legs. I was right, she’s wet, her lips swollen, clitoris erect. No matter what her heart and head are telling her this is, her physiological reaction is always going to be arousal when we play these games. Her body recognises the spanking and name calling and everything else as foreplay and as always responds accordingly. I gather some of the natural lotion, bring it back and rub it into her ass cheeks.

“Such a beautiful ass.” I tell her. “Maybe you do have some redeeming qualities, your body was made for punishing and screwing. Such a shame that your disrespect and careless behaviour has forced me into marring this beautiful flesh. And oh but I’m going to mar it Buffy.” She sucks in air suddenly; I’m not sure whether it’s my intentions or my use of her name that caused it. Probably the latter, no doubt she is trying to lose herself in the fantasy, forget who she is; I can’t allow that if I’m to help her. “I should beat it black and blue, but I think for now we’ll settle for a nice fiery red shall we? Just enough to remind you who is the whore around here and to ensure that in future you’ll gratefully take whatever I choose to fill your mouth with.”

Without any further warning I bring my hand down hard on the left then the right cheek. Her head drops lower where it is hanging off the side of the chair and she hisses.

“Silence!” I command “I told you I don’t want to hear you whining. You bloody asked for this.” This is it, here I go. The internal fight with myself is going to stop, I’m going to let my darkness in until I’m ready to rein it back, until I get her to the stage of telling me what the hell is going on with her.

I begin to rain blows on every inch of her ass as I practically hiss at her. “I told you before, if you come here for punishment you better be ready to take it all. All the punishment I want to give you, all the dick I want to give you. I think that’s what you wanted anyway wasn’t it Slayer. You need my cock in you and you don’t care where I put it. Just need to be fucked like the little whore that you are. It’s what you came here for. All you ever come here for. Need your ass whipped raw ‘til you’re pleading with me to stop. Do you think I’ll stop Buffy? If I decide you’re not done do you think I’ll listen to your begging? And you will plead my luv. I promise you that. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to. Make sure that you never dare to come here dry again. I’m just warming up here sweetheart. Do you think you can take it?”

She at least stays obedient enough to keep quiet in the face of my rhetorical questions. Her ass muscles clench and unclench in a random rhythm, never knowing where my hand will fall next. Abruptly I stop spanking and after a couple of seconds her rigid body goes limp where she lies over the chair.

“Oh I wouldn’t relax if I were you.” I sneer. “That’s just the hand spanking over. You’re getting a taste of the belt again now.”

Her head drops and although I can’t see it I can imagine her chewing on her bottom lip, steeling herself to take more, but she doesn’t make a sound.

“For these ones you have permission to speak, but only to count the strokes out for me. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.” Her voice sounds tiny, timid, but I don’t allow myself to dwell on that fact.

I begin and she dutifully begins to count out the blows. However when I reach ‘5’ I up the tempo of the strikes significantly. She struggles valiantly to count but they’re hard and fast and by ‘12’ or ‘13’ she has lost count and merely gasps at the blows which fall for a couple more strokes. I look at her trembling, burning ass and slap it hard with my hand right across the middle.

“Get up.” I tell her. She climbs onto shaky legs and stands before me. I can hear her heart racing and see her hands twitching as she fights the urge to rub at her sore and tingling flesh.

“I didn’t mean ‘up’,” I sneer. “Why the hell would I want you anywhere but on your knees when you’ve displeased me so much and apparently can’t even count past ten?”

I’m about to shove her to her knees but she drops and beats me too it.

“P-permission to speak please.” She asks, her voice shaking.

“No.” I say “You have to earn that and you’ve been nothing but bad up to now. You’ll keep your fucking mouth shut until I decide I want to put my dick in it again.”

I’m taken by surprise when she looks up at me and I see a tear roll slowly down her cheek. I almost start arguing with myself again but one tear doesn’t mean we’re where we need to be. If I let her speak now I’m sure I’ll be lucky to get even half of the story. She isn’t far enough under my thumb for me to be able to force it all from her.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that.” I yell. “Stay exactly where you are.”

I stalk over to the toy box and I’m quickly back in front of her with a collar and leash in my hand. “Lift your hair.” Is all I say as I move in and fasten the collar round her neck. It’s larger than the one we normally use and a lot more uncomfortable for her. As soon as it’s in place I clip the leather leash onto the D-ring on the front. I waste no time at all in pulling her down onto all fours.

“Right then my little bitch.” I say. “Let’s see how obedient you can be.” I tug on the leash as I begin to walk a circuit around the edge of my crypt. I move quickly so that she struggles to keep up as she crawls in my wake. I will get her far enough into sub-space that she’ll tell me what’s wrong when I order it. I’m determined.

The leash is long enough that I can double it over and still have enough ‘give’ in it that I’m not choking her. Stopping abruptly I turn and use the extra length to slash at her back.

“Keep up.” I order, immediately walking off again. She manages to keep up this time and after a couple more circuits I take her into the middle of the room. I stand still and instruct her to crawl round in a circle at the end of the leash. I stand in the middle and turn as I watch her do as she’s told. What with the spanking and the sight of her on her hands and knees quietly doing my bidding, my cock is as hard as a rock again. It’ll have to wait for a little while though. Unless of course I decide to have her suck me off again. I decide to test her obedience a little further.

“Head up.” I command. She doesn’t do it quick enough so out comes the belt again and it slaps down on her back. “Quicker next time.” I tell her. “And higher, you can hold it higher than that.” I have her circle a couple more times with her head held high. Every time her head looks to be dropping a little I strap her back or buttocks. She hisses occasionally but her ass is already losing its glow thanks to her accelerated healing abilities. It’s one of the best things about playing these games with her; she can take so much more than your average human. However these blows aren’t designed to seriously punish, they are to remind her constantly of my control, of her deference to me, of what her place is here.

With that in mind I begin to let out a litany of orders. “Faster, slower, get your ass up, drop your head, lift your head.” I give her barely enough time to register each and obey it before meting out those disciplinary taps with the belt. Eventually she whimpers in frustration at the speed of the orders and the constant punishment falling in different spots every time.

“Stop.” I order when she reaches a particular spot. “Put your head down. Look at the floor. What do you see?”

“Y-your cum Sir.” She says. Her backside begins to move down and backwards, her body no doubt protesting the position it has been in for a while now. I prod it with my foot and she immediately goes back onto all fours properly.

“And why is my cum on the floor, bitch?”

“B-because I………….Oh God I’m sorry.”

“Just answer the question.” I bark.

“B-because I spilt it. I couldn’t swallow it all.”

“Because you don’t like it? Because you think you’re above swallowing my spunk?”

“N-no. It’s not that. It’s not. I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s not that I promise.”

“Prove it!” I challenge.

Her brow furrows for a moment. Then she lowers her mouth to the couple of drops of semen. Good God she must be really feeling bad about something to demean herself like this. Tears fall from her beautiful face to mingle with the ejaculate. She is not sobbing, just quietly weeping as she bends to her task. She quickly and efficiently licks my cum from the dirty crypt floor.

“Buffy?” my voice softens. “Are you ready to tell me? You don’t need more punishment. Just tell me.”

She lowers her head. Chews on her lip, tears still silently falling and slowly shakes her head ‘no’.

“Well someone’s a glutton for it tonight.” I scoff, forcing myself to ignore the weeping. “Bring me your patrol bag.”

She actually crawls to get it, without me telling her too. A strange sense of pride flourishes in me. Let’s see how badly she wants this. When she returns to a kneeling position before me holding her bag out like an offering I tell her to stand up while I rummage for what I’m looking for. She stands wincing at the movement, probably wanting to stretch and shake out her cramped muscles from being on her hands and knees for so long. She doesn’t though and I realise she has entered the state of blind obedience that I wanted. Now I just need to solidify it in her and we’ll be where we need to be.

Smiling in a slightly unpleasant way I hand her her wooden backed hairbrush. It’s large and quite heavy and perfect for what I have in mind. She takes the brush with a vaguely puzzled look, the tears slowing a little but continuing to fall. She obeys my motioning for her to turn around. Most of the blows she just took landed on her back and I notice with satisfaction that her ass has dulled from bright red to a dark pink blush. Just enough that extra pain will be more keenly felt, not so much that she will be in agony.

“You said you needed to be punished. I want to see how much you meant that.” I say. “I want you to smack your right butt cheek with the back of the brush. No holding back Slayer. Nice and hard now.”

She hesitates for a second.

“Trust me Buffy. You don’t want me to take it from you and do it myself.” I warn.

There is no further hesitation. She whacks herself. The angle is awkward but she flicks her wrist just-so and the blow makes a deliciously loud ‘crack’ as it hits her flesh. She cries out as if she wasn’t the one delivering the blow and she didn’t expect it. Her shoulders begin to shake almost imperceptibly with sobs she is trying to suppress.

“Now the left.”

An even more awkward angle but again she does herself proud. I notice that her backside shifts forward ever so slightly just before the blow lands. Moving closer I stand to her left and place a hand on her stomach.

“Keep going.” I order, “and stop shifting away from the blows. You wanted this. You’ll do it good and hard. And stop the crying. Your tears won’t get you out of this. There’s only one way out and you know what it is.”

She makes a valiant effort to stop crying. Suppresses the shoulder shaking but the odd tear still rolls out. Her hand flies as she alternates between her own cheeks.

“Stop.” I order after a little while. “God you’re pathetic aren’t you? Some warrior of the people you are luv. Stood in a vampire’s crypt, smacking your own ass just because I told you to. And you can’t even do that right. Those were ridiculous attempts, nowhere near hard enough. So again I’m forced to take matters into my own hands. Again I’m left disciplining a little whore instead of using her for my pleasure and throwing her back out on the street where she belongs.”

I grab the hairbrush from her hand and throw it across the room so hard that it breaks in two when it hits the wall. Out of nowhere the thought hits me that I wish this was over now. Wish my Buffy was back – the one who would instantly break character to chew my ear off about how difficult it is to find decent hairbrushes and do I have any idea how much that cost? Have to do this, have to get her back. Physical pain has got us so far, as has humiliation. Let’s try mixing the two with pleasure. Something has to get through to her.

Grabbing her by the nape of the neck I drag her over to a sarcophagus and roughly throw her on top, face down. As with her position on the chair earlier her head dangles off one side and her legs the other. I spread her legs wide giving myself access to her pussy and ass. She shivers as I run a hand over her exposed pussy lips. Her body tenses as if this is the last thing she wants. It can’t fight me though. The pair of us just have to look at each other and our clothes practically fall off. Her body knows my touch and responds whether her brain wants it or not.

“Oh I bet you’re really ashamed of yourself now Slayer.” I jeer. “You’re face down over a sarcophagus, in a vampire’s crypt. You’ve just sucked my dick, let me beat your ass raw, crawled around like my dog, licked my cum off the floor and beat yourself for my viewing pleasure. Any decent Slayer would be mortified, but you? No not you. You are actually wet from it all. How does that make you feel? That I can make you horny by degrading you over and over again?”

She’s wet but not anywhere near the way she normally would be if the things we just did had been ‘for fun’. But my words sink into her, it’s almost as if I can see it happening. I don’t know if she’ll even remember the exact words but I know she’ll remember how they made her feel. Her shoulders are shaking with silent sobs again. I slip a finger inside her and slowly circle it, stretching the entrance to her vagina. I pump it in and out a couple of times, spreading the moisture from the inside to the outside. I graze her g-spot on one inward thrust and her hips buck entirely of their own accord.

“Noooo!” she sobs out. “Please don’t make me cum. I don’t deserve it, I shouldn’t want it but God help me I do. Please just punish me.”

I knew it. I just knew that after everything that just happened the worst punishment I could possibly devise would be to make her cum. Make her find pleasure in her punishment because she still feels that she should be punished and should have no pleasure at all. I’m going to do it though. If she feels that strongly that she doesn’t deserve it, I will torture her by giving her the one thing that will make her feel worse. My demon is roaring at me to plunge my dick into her. For all my constant internal fighting my body is as inherently aroused by this type of play as hers is. I remind myself that I have the control. I use that control on the demon and instead of mounting her and fucking her into the middle of next week as it wants, I settle for inflicting punishment for speaking without permission.

“Who the fuck told you you could speak?” I yell. I slam a hand down across the middle of her ass and press hard on her g-spot with the finger still inside her at the same time as the blow lands. Her hips shift back and up trying to make firmer contact with the finger inside her. “You will apologise. And you had better make it good.” I say as I strike at both points again.

“Oh God.” She chokes out past her sobs. Entirely unable to separate emotional pain, physical pain and desire. “I-I’m sorry. S-sorry I questioned yoooouuu! Sorry I spoke out of turn. So s-sorry for everything.”

We’re getting there I can tell. That last little sentence of hers tells me we are.

“That’ll do.” I tell her sternly. I set about spanking her ass again. She’s going to be sore after this, maybe for a day or two, Slayer or not we’ve been going at it for a while and she’s actually bruising. I spank in a rhythm, four times softly, then one hard one. The first four are accompanied by my stroking her g-spot lightly. The fifth one, the hard one, is accompanied by a hard stroke on the internal sweet spot. I keep up this rhythm for a while until I can tell she’s on the edge of orgasm. At the point where one more set in the expected rhythm would surely make her scream like a banshee, I change it. Alternating from cheek to cheek, each blow lands hard and I press as hard as I am able on and off, back and forth over that special place inside her now quivering channel.

She’s soaking my fingers and as I land these blows I go back to verbally lashing her for finding pleasure in this. All of a sudden she’s cumming. Hard and fast, I almost feel it rush through her myself. Her body goes rigid and she screams her release even through the tears and sobs still choking her. Stilling my hands I let her ride it almost all the way out, before bringing my hand down hard across the middle of her ass and stimulating her inside again. Just as she’s coming down, I force her into another orgasm and another and another.

“Oh God……..oh….ohh…….ohhhh…..ooooohhhhhhhh!” her sobs get harder and I finally take pity on her. I remove my finger from inside her and the hand that was so recently punishing her ass rubs at it gently now. Occasionally moving up to her back to rub soothingly as she comes back to earth. I can tell she’s exhausted and disoriented. Can’t tell if she’s in heaven or hell. In so much emotional pain, crying so hard that she doesn’t even know if she enjoyed her release. This is crunch time. This is the point where she might well protest my soothing rubbing of her back and get up and walk out on me; or she might do what I hope and let me into that mind of hers and tell me what’s going on.

I stop rubbing and step back from her, my heart forgetting that it doesn’t beat and flailing in my chest.

“Well done Buffy.” I tell her deciding to ignore the ‘Oh God’ that escaped her in the midst of her passion there’s no need for more punishment over silly rules about speaking. “You’ve taken everything so well. You have permission to speak. You also have permission to say whatever you want. I’m not ending the scene – if you go off at me again I’ll presume you want more punishment but it doesn’t have to be that way. I can listen to you. You can tell me what’s wrong. Please Buffy.”

For a long moment she doesn’t move just lays there on her stomach, her whole body heaving with her sobs. I’m scared to move, If I could breathe I’d be scared to. The whole world drops away and the longer she stays motionless the more I feel that I’m falling into an abyss. Oh what have I done? Have I broken her completely? Have I driven her insane?

Then she moves. From pure force of habit I sigh with relief. Slowly she pulls herself off the sarcophagus. Her slow movements belying the burning and tingling and pain in her back and ass. Her legs don’t work too well, but it doesn’t matter because she lowers herself slowly but still gracefully, even after all this, to her knees in front of me. She turns her tear stained face up to look me in the eye. Still weeping but we’re back to less violent tears now.

“Thank you Sir.” She says and I want to tell her not to call me that. Tell her that I want her to open up to me, but I sense that we’ve made a breakthrough and if the game has gotten her this far then I’m not about to abandon it and make her run.

“Please forgive me for not obeying you properly. Please forgive me for coming here the way I did. Please…” she chokes back a sob. “Please forgive me for everything. I want to tell you what happened, want to,” another sob “to tell you why I acted like I did. I don’t blame you if you want to fuck me and throw me out, it’s more than I deserve. I know after the way I’ve behaved you won’t care about my pathetic little sob story and I can’t expect you too after the way I was when I came here today. I needed everything you’ve just given me and you knew that. I just hope that you can please, please give me this one last thing and hear me out. I have to get this out Spike, there’s so much messing up my head and I’ve got no right to put it on you but I don’t know what else to do.”

She called me Spike, not Sir, Spike! There was no way in hell I would’ve thrown her out anyway, this whole thing has been to get her to tell me what was wrong. Then she said my name and I have to hold myself back from gathering her up and smothering her with kisses. I’m still not sure how tentative this is and I’m still treating her a little like a bomb, no sudden movements. It’s a heart wrenching relief when her explosion suddenly comes and it’s a blast of fresh tears, as she begins to tell her story. The words babbling out on top of each other in her haste.

TBC…..Ok I suppose this is kind of an evil place to leave it. I just hope no-one is disappointed when we find out what’s going on. Or you know – I could wrap it up here





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