Author: PYRE

Title: Spike Wins A Bet

Rating: NC-17--hide your blushing eyes on this one, kiddies!

Summary: Spike wins a bet, and Drusilla taught him the joys of being

submissive.

"Spike, you are so weird".

He looked over his shoulder at her and grinned laciviously, and Buffy

felt wet floodgates of passion open between her legs. God, her body was

so responsive to him--it took almost nothing from him to get her wet and

aching for his touch.......

"Yeah, baby. And look who's with the weird one."

They were on his bed, both of them naked. Spike was on his belly, across

her lap, his pelvis resting against her thighs, his white, sculptured

ass slightly raised. "Make my ass a bright, bright red, pet, like a

shiny tomato", he'd said, and she'd licked her lips at the way his

sultry, British accent had made the word "tomato" sound. Spike could

make any word sound nasty.

Really, she shouldn't be surprised that he liked playing the

submissive--after all, he'd learned about sex from Drusilla, the Queen

of Kink, at least according to the stories Spike had told her. There

hadn't been much the two of them hadn't tried in their 100 years

together, and Spike was now more than happy to share that knowledge with

his Slayer. The fact that the kink intrigued and turned Buffy on

embarrassed her slightly, and made her pussy sopping wet all at once.

Initially, she hadn't wanted to spank Spike, as he'd asked her to one

night--but then the two of them had made that silly bet about who could

take out the most demons and vampires in one night, the winner to be

granted any one sexual favor by the loser.....and Spike had had a very

busy and fruitful night.

And so, here they were, Buffy with a lapful of beautiful naked vampire

ass, and Spike with a huge, anticapatory grin. "Allright, luv, I'm

ready", he said, his usual husky bedroom voice working overtime.

"Don't worry about hurting me. Use those slayer muscles and put your

back into into it."

Buffy lightly ran her hand over Spike's muscled butt. God, he was

beautiful, every inch of him. His ass was small and tight and well

muscled, and she took her time to admire the view for a moment. Just the

sight of him made her hot. He had to be the most hairless man she'd ever

been with. She parted his cheeks, lightly stroking a finger down his

crack, and massaging his asshole lighly without penetrating it. That

would come later. Several things would come later, she thought with a

muffled giggle. She had a few surprises in store for Spike she'd deftly

managed to conceal when she'd agreed to this.

Spike was still watching her over his shoulder, slightly raised up on

his hands so that his body formed a curving bow. "You can always take a

picture for later enjoyment, pet, " he said teasingly, noting her

appreciation for his derriere.

"Don't tempt me, buddy!", she returned, feeling herself blush by his

teasing words. It was pretty hard to hide her heat and embarrassment

when they were naked and this close.

He laughed and looked flattered. "Spank me now, Buffy, " he said

huskily." I want my ass good and red, a thorough 5 minutes now. Make me

quiver."

"You really don't want to be able to sit down for a week, do you."

"You forget, vampire here. It'll sting for a bit, but the delicious

tingle as it cools, and the reminder that you did this as it heals,

well, it's well worth it. Trust me. The red will fade in a day or

two and my ass will be all fresh again if you want to have another go. "

Spike let his tongue rest on his botton teeth as he gazed at Buffy,

willing her to let go her inhibitions this night.

"Allright then, you won the bet and you did ask for it. Lay down". Buffy

lightly pushed Spike's head down so that his torso was flat on the bed,

head resting between his arms. She could see the plane of his cheekbone

and one eye looking back at her. It seemed to glint at her in amusement

and lust.

Spike's ass was raised at just the right angle now. She had a good point

of contact for him, just as he'd planned. She let her eyes wander for

another appreciative glance over his ass, and she lightly rubbed both

cheeks, running one finger between his crack, then squeezing his cheeks

lightly, now pinching a bit harder. Spike made happy sighing sounds and

wiggled his butt slightly. The resultant friction against her legs was a

nice sensation. She drew her right hand down to the tops of his thighs,

the crease at the juncture between legs and bottom, and then drew slight

circular patterns on his cheeks. Buffy then placed the flat of her hand

against the small of Spike's back, and raised her right hand above her

head.

SMACK!

Spike's gasp and then chuckle spurred her on.

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

There was a very slight blush creeping into the set of buttocks in her

lap. Buffy suddenly understood how Spike might find this exciting, and

began striking in earnest.

SLAP! SLAP!

SMACK!

"Yes, baby, like that, oh god, yeah, more, harder, don't stop, oh Buffy

you're sweet hand, sweet jeezus, more...." Spike's grunting, gasping

litany and his bucking, jerking, shuddering movements against her sent

her heart racing and Buffy lost herself in the sound of her slaps and

smacks, the steady rhythm of her hand against his flesh, her palm

leaving no part of his ass untouched. When her right arm began to grow a

bit tired, she switched to her left without breaking the rhythm at all,

and creating a new angle of descent and impact.

SMACK!SLAP!SMACK!

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

She could hear her own breathing, harsh and fast, and feel the sweat

beading on her upper lip and between her jiggling breasts.

Spike's grunts and gasps and sighs and his movements as he bucked toward

or against the strikes--she didn't know which--had to be some of the

most erotic stimuli she'd ever been a part of.

Buffy idly thought that it was probably a very good thing Spike didn't

have to breathe.

Jeezus, this was filthy fantastic! She didn't know what shape Spike was

in at the moment, but she felt damn fine herself!

Her own hands began to sting and smart a bit, so she alternated the

strikes between both hands, using a windmill motion.

SMACK!SLAP!SMACK!

Spike's ass was trembling now, his litany louder and higher-pitched.

"Oh, baby, yes, so good, so right, my strong little slayer, spank me,

I've been very bad, make my ass redder..."

SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

Buffy didn't know how long they'd been at it, but eventually she slowed

the strikes to lighter slaps and admired her handiwork. His ass was a

bright, fiery scarlet, not one spot missed from the tops of his legs to

his waist, and the cheeks hot as all get out. She lightly patted his

thighs, enjoying the slight jiggling motion of the skin there, and then

began a light, circular, soothing rubbing. Spike was giggling and

groaning softly, and he looked quite content with her ministrations.

"That's right, Spike", she cooed to him softly. The spasming and

quivering of the muscles of his ass seemed to be calming slightly under

her palms. "You have been very, very naughty and you deserve severe

punishment, don't you...."

Spike chuckled and agreed.

"Well, I have more punishment for you, Mr. Big Bad Vampire", she

continued in the same teasing, sing song voice.

She saw Spike raise one eyebrow at her.

She reached under the bedsheet, all the while continuing her gentle

rubbing and petting of Spike's battered ass cheeks, and held up a small

shiny object for Spike to see.

It was her own vibrator, a silver, bullet-shaped, 10 inch number.

Spike's eyes widened, and then a slow grin appeared. "Fuck me, Slayer",

he growled.

That was all the encouragement Buffy needed. She stopped her soothing

motions on his posterior, and with one hand under his hip, urged him to

his hands and knees. He wobbled slightly and then steadied. She slipped

out from under him, moving around behind him. God, his bottom radiated

heat--she'd really pummeled his ass, just like he'd wanted. A job well

done.

She laid one hand flat in the very center, imagining how 1000 nerve

endings must be tingling right now.

"Are you watching me, Spike? Ready for round 2?"

In answer he wiggled his hips under her hand a bit and grinned, "Bugger

me, luv."

Buffy inserted the vibrator into herself for a few quick strokes,

enjoying the sight of Spikes mouth drop open as he watched her do

herself. He was almost panting too, and she idly thought of earlier when

her the idea that he didn't have to breathe was probably a good thing.

He didn't have to, but he seemed to like to. Breathe, that is.

When she'd coated the toy suficiently in her own juices, and scooped

more of the slick liquid between her legs onto her hands, she parted his

blazing cheeks and greased him with it, taking special care with the

small puckered aperture, inserting one finger and then two into his

asshole. She turned them, removed them, plunged them back into him

again, enjoying Spike's soft sighs and gentle thrusting motions that met

her own. She reached under him and cupped his swaying balls, rolling

them between her fingers, massaging them. When she removed her fingers

from his ass, Spike nearly sobbed in frustration.

"Put it in me now, Buffy, love, now, fuck me in the ass, put it between

my red cheeks love, now, Buffy, fuck me there, your toy, in me now...."

Buffy brought one hand down in a satisfying smack on his already

sensitized thighs and pinged one sore cheek with her index finger.

"So impatient! You never shut up do you. Do I have to remind you, you

won the bet but still deserved to be punished now, " she said in her

best naughty schoolteacher, "I'm in charge here" voice, the effect of

which was slightly ruined by the giggle she couldn't contain.

"You're killing me luv, you're torturing me here", he groaned, wiggling

his hips again.

She took pity upon him and placed one hand on the small of his back to

steady him. She made a quick check to ensure both he and the vibrator

were suffificenlty lubed, and then inserted the vibrator slowly into his

anus up to the hilt. Spike made low contented sounds in the back of his

throat. She kept the vibrator still, allowing him to stretch and conform

and get used to it's girth, while she reached under him to stroke his

cock. Gently, she pumped it and the vibrator, up and down, in and out,

in tandem with each other, while Spike rocked to meet each thrust and

stroke. The sight of Spike on all fours, head thrown back, eyes tightly

shut, and an expression of ecstasy on his beautiful face, was one of

the most erotic visions she'd ever seen.

"Oh, Buffy, yes, like that, oh my sweet sweet girl, that's it, harder,

faster, oh, yes, you're hitting it just right, oh god, oh sweet jeezus

girl, yes, yes, oh so good, I'm going to come, yes!yes!yes!, unh, unh,

unh! Yessssssss!!

Later, when she'd kissed each abused buttock, withdrew the vibrator, and

cleaned herself and him up, they lay together, he on his side and

mindful of the sting below his waist, she resting against him, both

exhausted, Spike quite sated and content, he blinked languidly at her

and promised her sleepily, "You're next."

And then proceeded to give her the hand job of her life.

End