Spanking Spike
"Have you got him?" Buffy asked immediately after entering Giles' apartment,
dropping her school books on the couch.
"Yes. In the tub. It wasn't easy you know." Giles replied reproachfully as
Buffy brushed by her Watcher, eager to get to her victim.
Buffy glanced at him over her shoulder. "Oh, come on Giles. What did he do?
Make disparaging remarks about your wardrobe? It's not like you're not
benefitting from this as well."
"Never the less," Giles sniffed. "Think you'd show some gratitude.... and
let me go first."
"Giles, we talked about this. I found the website ..."
"On my computer..."
"And I called it first!" Buffy grinned triumphantly as Giles merely sighed
and she knew that she'd won.
"Let's go, I've been thinking about this all day in classes. We had a
lecture today in Human Sexuality on alternative sexual practices and I was
this close to inviting the whole class back for a live demonstration..."
The two had reached the bathroom door and Buffy could hear a metallic
clanging and rattling coming from inside.
Buffy took a moment to meet Giles' sparkling eyes and grin, before throwing
the door open and revealing her prize.
Spike lay chained to the porcelain tub, much like he had last year's
Thanksgiving night. This time, however, there was a distinctly fearful gaze
in his eye that Buffy caught and reveled in before his usual Big Bad Bluster
expression dropped into place. Oh yeah, Spike's feathers were ruffled.
"Hi there, Spikey." Buffy cooed, settling down on the closed toilet while
Giles stood in the doorway with his arms folded. "Comfy?"
Spike glared at the Slayer.
"Long time no chains, huh?" She reached out and tugged lightly on the ones
attached to his arms. "But look, no rust, no muss. Giles? Were you expecting
to have our little houseguest back again? Or is there more to Olivia's
visits that I so don't want to know about?"
Spike continued to glare.
"Very funny. Again, you'd think a little gratitude..."
"Oh, I'm grateful. I just seem to think there's been some...additions since
the last time that could make a lot more sense if I chose to think about
things I will not be thinking about." She looked pointedly at the blonde's
mouth.
"Y-yes, well. Urm, look why don't you just get along with it, hmmm?" Giles
blushed under the glare that was now resting squarely on him.
"Well, not that I don't enjoy the silence..." The glare swung back to Buffy.
"But I think this would read better if we had some subject participation.
What do you say, Spike? Come on, don't be shy."
Buffy leaned into Spike's face and grinned at the yellow smiley face on the
ball gag firmly tucked into the vampire's mouth, preventing the torrent of
comments that were just seething to get out.
"Hmmm, cat got your tongue, huh?" Buffy moved off of the toilet and slung
her arm around the trussed up blonde.
"Now traditionally this is the part where the bad guy tells his nefarious
plan to rule the world. Well, I'm not interested in the world...I'm here to
rule your ass." She reached a hand down inside the tub to squeeze said ass,
causing the vampire to jump and scoot forward as much as possible with a
flummoxed look on his face.
"You see, there's this website...heavens knows who started it...Willow
couldn't trace it to a definite source other than somewhere in
California....it was probably Angel letting out some Sire-ly
frustrations...Anyway, there's this website called....ready? Spanking
Spike."
Giles and Buffy both looked to the vampire as his face went through the
strangest of contortions and his eyebrows took off for the stratosphere.
"I know, that's what we thought. But there it was, plain as day. And it was
definitely about you. And there were stories. And these great photos...Oh
*especially* the one of school marm Willow...you across her lap...ruler
raised..." Buffy's voice trailed off dreamily. Spike's eyes had passed anime
proportions and if his jaw became any slacker that ball gag would just slip
out of it's own accord. Giles cleared his throat.
"Oh, anyway...there was Xander Spanks Spike, duh, Dru Spanks Spike, again,
duh, Angel(us) Spanks Spike, big duh, and Willow Spanks Spike stories, yum."
Buffy then frowned and said in a troubled tone, "but when I clicked on the
Buffy Spanks Spike stories, there weren't any. Not even a *picture.*"
>From the doorway Giles snorted. "At least you had a *listing* I didn't even
rate that apparently."
Spike's glassy stare swerved over to the disgruntled watcher as Buffy
continued her narrative.
"Well, I think that's just unfair. I mean, who out of the entire gang could
bring the blood blush back to those pale cheeks the fastest? Hmmm? Hello,
Slayer strength?"
Beneath the gag, Spike's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
"So, we decided to help things along a little. We're going to submit the
text and hopefully an equally delightful picture will be forthcoming...if
not...Giles?"
Giles held up a camera.
"We'll provide our own!
"Alright. I reviewed the other stories and researched the various implements
available to us. Paddles, riding crops, hmmm, single tails,
hairbrushes...I've decided though that this required a more...personal
touch.
"You and me, Spike. Slayer hands vs. your lily-white. Let's see if you
could guide Santa's sleigh tonight!" The slayer grinned triumphantly and
waited.
Spikes eyes finally blinked. And blinked again. And again.
Buffy cocked an eyebrow at him as no other movement was forthcoming.
"Giles?" she stage-whispered. "Do you think we broke him?"
"Surely not *yet.*" Giles grumbled good-naturedly. "Remember, I'm to have a
turn next."
***
He was dreaming. That was the only explanation for it.
That, or the chip had made him insane. Because it just wasn't possible that
he had been vamp-napped from his crypt in the middle of the day to end up
trussed up like some BDSM fiend's wet dream, in chains and a ball gag, by
the good guys who wanted to...spank him?
He couldn't be dreaming. He felt everything from the slayer hauling him up
out of the cold bathtub and dropping him on the soft bed comforter. That's
where he was lying on his side now as Giles set up a camera tripod. Buffy
had switched his bonds to rope so he'd "be more comfortable" and was
settling down on the bed next to him. He was too stunned to move. He had to
have gone insane.
Buffy was talking.
"You know, Spike, I never thought you'd be so accommodating. I'd actually
expected a bit of a struggle. But, who am I kidding. You and your
psycho-sweetie were playing these games long before I was born. Eww. I'm
sure you remember how it goes."
Dru had never spanked Spike...not that he hadn't fantasized about it. Pretty
hot and heavy fantasies, too. Maybe since he was insane now, he'd get to
experience some of those fantasies in real-lifelike surround sound, too.
Spike vaguely glanced around for Dru in a leather and velvet bustier.
Buffy dropped her head in front of him taking up his entire field of vision.
"I'm going to pants you now." She said and winked, disappearing from view.
Spike felt small, strong hands at his belt and realized that insanity
definitely had it's perks.
Little Spike wasn't feeling so little as his zipper came down, relieving the
growing strain.
Buffy dropped back into view and winked again. "Commando. Of course. OK, big
boy, over you go."
Spike felt weightless. He was flying through space...he could see planets
and stars and...
...could feel Buffy sliding his pants down to his ankles...Hmmm, still in
the sex scenario apparently. The planets and stars turning out to be a rather
girly design on the watcher's bedspread. Yup, definitely insane. The
watcher'd never have something so poofy on his bed.
Spike was still feeling very detached from his surroundings. The bonds on
his hands and feet were snug, but not painful. His position was comfortable,
the slayer's soft thighs under his stomach. He could smell her. Spike took a
deep, unneeded breath and decided Dru had been the sane one to have given in
so long ago...what had he been fighting for? Delusions were a right treat.
Eyes closed he could feel those same strong fingers caress his bottom, cup
one firm cheek and squeeze lightly. Spike let out an involuntary whimper
behind the gag.
"Has someone been a naughty boy?" Buffy's voice filtered through the haze in
Spike's brain.
**Too right luv,** he thought. **Get this gag off me and I'll confess my
innermost...just keep that up**
Buffy began massaging Spike's buttocks and trailing her fingers down the
backs of his thighs...teasing, teasing... SMACK!
Spike's eyes flew open and he groaned.
***
Buffy smiled down indulgently as Spike let out a muffled groan. She really
would love to have heard that unfiltered, but the gag seemed to have a
calming effect on Spike. He was truly letting himself go. As if he had no
way to defend himself so he might as well enjoy it. If he could talk he
might just might feel the need to try and bluster his way through this
instead of digging in.
Of course, for all she knew he might have convinced himself he'd gone
insane.
She went back to caressing the smooth, cool flesh beneath her hands. Spike's
skin was like porcelain and firm to the touch. A very faint rose tinge
showed on one cheek and Buffy grinned at what was to come.
Smack, smack. Little taps at the very bottom of his cheeks, watching them
bounce slightly. Smack, smack, SMACK....
SMACK! A surprise shot to the opposite cheek. Smack, smack, smack! Light
stinging blows to Spike's thighs. Then fingers soothing over the
blows...tracing up and down the crevice of his legs. Spike whimpered again.
Hmmm, Buffy thought, time to get serious.
***
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!!
Ok, insanity might not be all it was cracked up to be Spike thought as blows
continued to rain down on his poor abused posterior. He no longer possessed
the ability to endure this in a manly fashion and something was definitely
wrong because in any other normal fantasy he'd have been shagging into the
blonde a good twenty minutes ago. Only the girl's unnatural slayer's
strength was keeping him in place as Spike howled behind the gag and he
bucked like a wild horse.
He had the sinking feeling this cowgirl was going to ride his bum til he was
broken...
***
**Yee-hah!** Buffy thought to herself happily. Spike had gone completely
limp ten minutes ago. His muscles were spasming outside of his control, and
he was sobbing quietly into the comforter.
Spike's ass and thighs were a hot, bright, cherry red and even with vampiric
healing this little doggie wasn't going to be sitting comfortably for quite
some time.
Buffy slowed down the blows to light swats, alternating with massaging once
again, reveling in a job well done. She had gotten plenty of informative
information with which to write her story and darned if spanking the undead
wasn't as satisfying as staking them.
Giles had gotten plenty of pictures, even though he'd grumbled that with as
long as she'd taken he'd have to vamp-nap Spike all over again at another
time before he could take his informative foray into Spike Spanking for his
own story submittance. He said he wanted a fresh vampire when he set out on
his "mission."
"There, there, Spike" Buffy soothed. "All done." She was simply gently
massaging Spike now as he hiccupped quietly into the bed. "You did good,
kid."
She slithered out from under him and crouched down in front of his face. His
cheeks were tear-streaked and he blinked wearily at her.
"Why don't you just take five here and we'll get you something to snack on,
hmmm?" She reached out to brush his hair back from his face and watched his
eyes close slowly. "Sweet dreams."
***
"Gaaaahhh!!!!"
Spike opened his eyes and immediately pushed himself up on his elbows. He
was in his bed, in his crypt...
**Well, of course I am,** he chuckled to himself turning over to lie on his
back. **It's not like that could ever have happened in real...**
"Oi!" Spike immediately sprung out of bed as if his ass had caught
fire...because apparently his ass had caught fire...
Spike twisted around to try to catch a glimpse of the offending body part
and felt what little blood he had in his face drain away.
It had been real. The evidence too bright and damning to be ignored.
He immediately ran over to his stolen laptop computer and called up his
homepage. The blonde had set the thing up as a lark...sharing his naughty
little fantasies with an anonymous world, slowly filling in the
categories as they'd come to him and providing manipulated pics when he got
the inspiration and the chance.
The Buffy category was one that constantly eluded him. He just couldn't seem
to imagine a real scenario where the slayer'd be whipping his derriere.
It was supposed to be a bit of harmless fun and he'd never dreamed anyone
who knew him would stumble across his site...He logged on and scrolled to
the submissions page.
There was one.
Listed under "Buffy Spanks Spike."
Taking a calming breath, Spike lit a cigarette, made a nest of the softest
pillows he had lying around and gingerly sat down to read...
End