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spankingfemmeYea! story #2! more Buffy/Spike spanking to ensue! lol enjoy!
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This is a continuation from the episode ‘As You Were’
Recap of the episode:
Riley comes to town with his new wife to find a demon whose eggs, if allowed to hatch, could kill the whole world. Riley tells Buffy, they go off to find said demon, and Buffy accidentally kills the demon before they can find out where the eggs are hidden. Buffy goes to see Spike and tells him about the eggs to which he pretends he knows nothing about, they boff, and Riley busts in says his informant pointed him to Spike’s crypt as the location of the eggs. Spike still denies said allegations to which Riley and Buffy go down to the basement to check and find the eggs hatching. They scramble out and Buffy drops one of Riley’s grenades down into the belly of the crypt saving the day. Buffy glares at Spike in disappointment, and Riley and her leave. Buffy and the Scoobies say their goodbyes to Riley and his wife and Buffy returns to talk to Spike…
Spike kicked some rubble across the demolished crypt from the earlier explosion. It had been less than half a day since Riley’s intrusion cost him more than some much needed monetary gain. There were no questions asked, Spike had merely meant to harbor the Suvolte demon eggs. He hadn’t considered the possibility that his actions could have unleashed an unstoppable terror that could have endangered himself, Buffy, and the whole town, if not the world. And now, he was left to ponder this as he stared down at the charred remains of his crypt.
Out of Spike’s peripheral vision, he saw Buffy enter, “So she’s back; thought you’d be off snogging with solider-boy,” he mumbled sarcastically. Buffy replied somberly, “He’s gone.” Spike raised his eyes to look at her asking, “So you come for a bit of cold comfort?” he asked as he glanced at the tattered bed, “The bed’s a bit blown up, but that was never our…” he was cut off by Buffy, “I’m not here to…” she paused before continuing, “And I’m not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme either. That’s just you, I should have remembered,” she stated in a disgusted tone. Spike rebounded with, “This is worse; this is you tellin’ me…” But before he could finish, Buffy stated, “It’s over.”
Spike regarded her a moment before closing the distance between them, “I’ve memorized this tune luv. I think I have the sheet music; doesn’t change what you want.” Buffy agreed, “I know that, I do want you. Being with you makes things simpler… for a little while.” Spike retaliated with, “I don’t call five hours straight a little while!” Buffy’s expression changed from sarcastic to remorseful as she stated painfully, “I’m using you. I can’t love you; I’m just being weak and selfish.” Spike interjected with, “Really not complaining here,” he wanted to change the direction of this downward spiraling talk with Buffy, but she interrupted him with, “And, it’s killing me.” Her words stabbed him through the heart as he paused momentarily taken aback. Buffy finished with, “I have to be strong about this, I’m sorry. William.” Buffy dropped her gaze turning away from Spike who watched her leave stunned into silence.
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Show ends….
Now, on to my story! :D
It had been a week since the egg incident had occurred, and Spike had been unable to get Buffy to talk to him, let alone patch their so called relationship. Spike had really blown it, and he wondered if he could mend the rift that he had unwittingly created. He had been following her, popping out from behind gravestones and trees in an effort to corner Buffy so that he could deliver an apology. His attempts were met with a cold deaf ear as Buffy went about her patrolling as if he were an invisible entity. Spike grew weary of getting blown off and was quickly becoming agitated. He knew he had to make a move and confront her so that she’d have to listen to what he had to say, and if she never wanted to deal with him again… well, he’d cross that bridge when, or if he came to it.
He watched her from a distance; she had been awaiting a new vamp arrival to surface from the grave she’d currently been staring at for the past two hours. He had mulled over the different approaches he could confront her with in order to make her listen to him, but his mind was now drawing a blank. ‘What the bloody hell are you waitin’ for,’ he thought to himself, ‘Get it over with. Go talk to her.” He took a deep breath, even though he didn’t need to breathe, and stormed forward gaining momentum as he rounded the gravestone Buffy was leaning against. His sudden intrusion had her jumping to her feet with a start, “Spike!” She growled as she lowered the readied stake in her hand, “I could have just dusted you there. You should know better than to sneak up on me like that… Anyways, what do you want? ...I’m kinda working right now, and unless you’ve got some vital info for me…” Spike interjected with, “Ya know you can’t avoid me forever slayer. I’ve been doing a lot of thinkin’… about what happened last week, and I figure it’s time we cleared the air so to speak. Make things right again. You know, between us and all,” he gave her a smirk as he moved a little closer to her.
Buffy stiffened, “Spike, I’ve already said all I’ve got to say to you. Don’t make this harder than it already is.” Spike looked at her a hurt filled expression contorting across his features, “What?... Am I supposed to just shut it off? What I feel about you? Is that your answer luv? It’s not that simple.” “No, it’s not simple Spike, but I don’t have the answers you’re looking for. Do you think this isn’t hard for me? To see you… here… I want to, I wish I could love you… but I don’t… You should go now,” she trailed off losing his gaze. Spike clenched his jaw and cocked his head to the side as her words sank in, “You’re not going’ ta get rid of me that easily luv. What your problem is, is you got your knickers all in a twist over this whole thing. I didn’t come over here to play footsies with you. I came over here to apologize for last week. Makes me the bigger man now don’t it? Swallow my pride, …for you… but that don’t make a bit of difference does it pet? No, not for you, miss perfect,” Spike scoffed.
Buffy’s resolve crumbled slightly at Spike’s words, “I appreciate the sentiment Spike, and I accept your apology but…Spike look out!” Buffy tossed Spike out of the way of the newly arisen vampire that she had failed to notice crawl out of his grave during their heated discussion. The vampire lunged awkwardly forward expecting to have a grasp on Spike but instead, he ended up with open air and a fist to the face. Spike hit the dirt his head slamming into a nearby tombstone. He grumbled as he quickly jumped to his feet, “It’s nice to know you still care luv. Next time, just yell duck, so my head doesn’t meet up with another gravestone eh?”
Buffy continued to hammer her fists into the vampire’s face, “Not that it would hurt that thick head of yours,” she mocked sarcastically finishing her statement with a round house kick to the vamp’s side. Her kick sent the vamp stumbling towards Spike who gladly took his turn. Spike gave the disoriented vamp an uppercut sending him crashing backwards over the potted plant next to his own grave, “Do I hear the pot callin’ the kettle black?” The stunned vampire fluttered his eyes remarking, “You know, I can see you two have some issues to work out so I’ll just…” Both Buffy and Spike retorted in unison, “Stay out of this!” At that, Buffy rolled agilely across the grass and planted a stake through the surprised vampire’s heart. As he burst into a cloud of dust Spike smirked and interjected with, “Guess that’ll teach him to butt into someone else’s conversations.”
Buffy stuck the stake back into her top coat pocket and turned to leave, “I accept your apology Spike, but that doesn’t change what I said earlier about being with you. It’s still over.” Spike dusted himself off as he followed behind her to catch up, “Right then, fine. Have it your way, but we both know that’s not what you want. I know you, I know you better than you know yourself. So why can’t we let all ambitions set aside and continue where we left off? You say you’ve accepted my apology, but can you forgive me?” He was walking in front of her now trying not to stumble as he walked backwards and her pace increased.
“Fine Spike, you want forgiveness?” she scanned the area seeing a stone bench about 30 ft to the left, “There’s a bench right there,” she pointed, “Let’s get this over with,” she sighed as she walked over to the bench and sat down. “Road to redemption. Now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” Spike followed sitting next to her. Buffy’s eyes met his with sincerity, “Do you really want this?” Spike responded in earnest, “Yes luv, of course I want you to forgive me.” “Alright Spike, if you’re really serious, let’s get on with it,” Buffy said as she grabbed his wrist and yanked him quickly across her lap. Spike was taken by surprise not expecting that Buffy had meant to chastise him in order to forgive him, “Now hold on! Wait a blooming second girlie!” he squirmed off her lap before she had started to reign down blows.
Buffy’s expression changed from surprised to annoyed as she stood to face him, “I thought you were ready to be forgiven?” Spike spat back indignantly, “I didn’t realize forgiveness was only attainable by your swift justice. Since when is a heartfelt apology not enough?” Buffy’s lips tightened into a thin line, “Since words don’t hold weight with you. I need to know you’re truly sorry Spike and an apology alone will not grant you forgiveness with me. It doesn’t work like that. You need to understand the ramifications behind your actions, and that your actions have consequences. If you will not submit to the punishment you deserve, I’m leaving. So what’s it going to be Spike?” Buffy tapped her foot impatiently.
Spike remembered the last time he had been put over Buffy’s knee, and he wasn’t too keen on it being repeated. He could tell she was resolute on punishing him, and his mind ticked trying to find something to say that would appease her without having to perform that particular deed, “Listen, I realize what I did was wrong; Let’s just sit down and hash all this out like grown folks do.” Buffy crossed her arms and let out a deep sigh, “I’m tired Spike, now I’m willing to forgive you, but not at face value. If you really want me to forgive you then you’ll own up to what you’ve done and accept the penalty. Otherwise, you’re wasting my time.” She waited for a moment for a response from Spike to which he just blinked and stared at her dumbfounded. Buffy waved her hand in the air as if swatting away an insect, “Fine. Goodbye Spike,” she turned once more and started to bound off in the opposite direction.
Spike watched her getting further away from him and cursed himself as he ran to catch up to her. He did not want her to get away from him again he thought as he reached out grabbing her arm, “Alright…” he mumbled as she turned to face him. His gaze dropped in silent humiliation as he realized what he’d agreed to. Buffy nodded, “Ok then…” Buffy strode back over to the bench with Spike following slowly behind. When she’d sat and looked up at him expectantly Spike had looked from her to the right then to the left and back at her, “You don’t mean to do it right here do you? I mean got ta give a bloke a little privacy no?” “We’re in a graveyard Spike, how much more private can you get?” Buffy spat getting agitated. “Well for starters we’re here… so, that makes it not so private. And what if some of your friends come waltzin’ up? Or other vampires… or demons…” Spike stalled. “This is getting old Spike; you’ve got to the count of ten to be over my knee. 1…2…” Buffy admonished. Spike started to pace trying to make up his mind and as Buffy reached seven he knew he’d better say something fast, “Can’t we at least do it at my crypt? It’s private enough there … Be reasonable Buffy.”
Buffy stared at him a long moment before nodding in agreement. She did not say anymore but merely rose and started to walk the quarter mile jaunt to Spike’s dwelling. Spike sighed inwardly, he had prevented the inevitable momentarily but knew as soon as they’d arrived at his crypt his postponed punishment would take place or Buffy would not hesitate to leave. He walked after her with weighted shoes, and it seemed only moments later they had arrived. He watched her enter, and he paused at the doorway not wanting to go any further. He could hear Buffy moving furniture around which didn’t make him feel any more gung hoe to press on forward. He sighed took a quick look around, clenched his jaw a little tighter and resigned himself to his fate as he entered his crypt closing the door behind him. Buffy was already seated in his chair and was holding a conveniently sized board that had broken off from the crypt’s foundation the week prior.
Spike gulped a little trepidation creeping through him, “Since when did implements get added to the itinerary?” Buffy crooked a finger beckoning him to come forward, “A little more incentive I figure could always help get the point across. You could have gotten off easier earlier, but you insisted on dilly dallying and drawing this whole thing out. Let’s get this over with Spike; we’ll both feel better once it’s done.” Spike scoffed, “Somehow I doubt I’ll be feeling any better. You’ll not be the one on the receivin’ end of your lil’ trinket.” “Enough talk Spike, it’s time…” Buffy emphasized patting her knee. Spike grimaced making his way over to Buffy his stomach grew tighter as he got nearer. By the time he had made it to her side, he wanted to protest in someway, but knew he had used up all chances of talking his way out of this and if nothing else had talked his way into this.
He paused at her side a moment looking down at her and opened his mouth to say something in his defense but was quickly silenced to nothing more than a groan as he was yanked over her lap. His body stiffened; he felt very awkward in this position and shifted his weight uncomfortably. Buffy moved quickly pulling his jacket to the side and tugging his pants down. A small gasp escaped Spike’s lips as he did not expect her to be so thorough. He squirmed backwards on her lap trying to reach around to pull his pants back up, “Come on now, do ya have ta do it on the bare? Show a lil’ respect luv,” Spike tried not to sound like he was whining. Buffy pulled his torso back up on her lap so that it was elevated and pulled him close to her body to keep his wriggling to a minimum, “Not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before Spike. The first time I spanked you it was on the bare, what makes this different?” Spike growled, “The last time this happened, I was already naked! Now your just makin’ a point ta humiliate me.” Buffy huffed, “We can call this whole thing off, and I can leave right now. Is that what you want?” Spike was silent for a long moment. Buffy reiterated, “Well? It’s up to you Spike, do you want to face your punishment, or do you want me to leave?” Spike heaved another sigh before mumbling, “I want you to stay Buffy…” “Okay, from here on out, there’s no going back. Is that understood?” Spike nodded replying snidely, “Are you going to do it already? Or is this talk part of the punishment.”
“Don’t worry, I’m through talking,” Buffy answered as she brought the makeshift paddle down with a resounding smack. Spike stiffened as the sting coursed through his ass quickly replaced by another smarting wallop. Buffy continued unrelentingly, and Spike managed to stay silent for about fifteen swats with the heavy board. After that, Spike was letting out little grunts as the board impacted, and by twenty swats, he was visibly squirming involuntarily to avoid the persistent reign of stinging blows. Being pinned and unable to move drove a small streak of panic up Spike’s spine; it down right unnerved him, having no control over what was happening to him. As the pain intensified Spike hissed kicking up his feet to block the swat, if only for a moment. He yelled out, “Bloody hell! Aren’t you satisfied yet? I’m not going to be able to sit for a blooming month already!” Buffy scolded, “Spike, put your feet down. You’re only making it worse on yourself.” “Hardly imagine that’s possible,” he grumbled. “The more you interfere, the longer you’re going to be over my knee.” Spike’s brow furrowed as he hesitantly lowered his feet gripping the chair legs more tightly now; his knuckles turned white from his grip as he braced himself for the next blow, “There, are we happy now,” he spat.
Buffy answered his question with a punctuated steady stream of whacks to his sit spot. Spike could no longer hold in his yelps, with each blow he bucked and lamented a little louder. Buffy was not deviating in her purpose, she covered every inch of his ass in a methodical manner going from the top of his ass down and back up again. As the pain swelled to a new level of unbearable Spike could not help but to swing his hand back to impede her onslaught of whacks, “Enough Buffy, you got your point across already! I’m sorry! Believe me! I’ve learned my bloody lesson!” he shouted squirming and holding his hand firmly in place over his well heated bottom. “Obviously, not well enough Spike,” She responded grabbing his wrist and pinning it into the small of his back, “What did I tell you about interfering?” she asked continuing to wail on his ass. Spike growled angrily surging forward on her lap and fought to get up to the best of his ability, his effort only awarded him with a tightening on his wrist pulling him closer into Buffy’s hip as she paddled him harder.
As Spike realized all his struggling was in vein, he whimpered, “Buffy! Please stop, it’s hurtin’ real bad now!” Buffy did not slow or soften the blows but merely replied, “That’s the point Spike; if it felt good, it wouldn’t be a punishment now would it?” Spike did not answer her question but bellowed out writhing and screaming at each new swat, “Oh balls! Let me up! I’m through with this sodding mess! I said I was bloody sorry! Let me up!” “I’m not letting you up Spike until I deem you’ve learned your lesson,” Buffy chided as she continued to spank him. “I thought Dru was a sadist, but you’re winning the bloody bitch award now pet,” Spike spat as he jumped, yelled, and bucked at each painful swat. Buffy reigned down a little harder, “Talking to me like that isn’t going to make this end any sooner Spike!”
The agony penetrated Spike’s mind to where he could no longer concentrate on anything else; his fire and anger slowly faded replaced now by remorse and pity for himself. Tears started to prick in his eyes and stream down his cheeks as he truly did start to feel sorry. Spike looked back at her somberly his voice cracked slightly as he spoke, “Buffy, you’re bloody right to do this to me… I do deserve this…” he could no longer bear to look at her, “I …I let my needs come first… didn’t think about the repercussions of my actions,” his words hitched in his throat as he tried to hold back the tears. Buffy slowed and lightened the swats, “People could have died Spike… and as much as I care about you, I couldn’t just let you get away with what you did and be able to look you in the eye and pretend everything was okay… I don’t like doing this to you, and I’m sorry.” Buffy paused a moment before continuing, “It hurts me that you lied to me; you threw my trust away, and it’s going to take a lot of time and effort on your part to get it back,” she sighed regretfully. Spike sobbed, “I know Buffy… I’ll do whatever it takes to win your trust back…I’m so sorry,” he whined.
Buffy continued spanking for another ten swats before she stopped spanking Spike and threw the wooden paddle to the ground. She released her grip on his wrist, and he pulled his hand away slowly using the back of his hand to wipe away his tears. Buffy studied Spike carefully his ass was still clenched and quivering, and the welts from the paddle had left small forming bruises. She lay her palm down on the scorched flesh, and Spike’s body rippled with a shiver as her cold hand made contact. Even though his sobs were mostly silent gasps, she could feel his body trembling over her lap. It made her feel sick that she had caused this reaction in him, but she knew it would make Spike a better person for her caring enough to do it. “Spike…you’re forgiven okay?” she said softly as she tenderly moved her hand up over his ass and settled in the small of his back rubbing in small gentle circles. Spike merely nodded and let Buffy comfort him until he felt he had regained control of his tears. Shakily he rose to his feet with Buffy helping him.
Spike blushed furiously as he quickly wiped his face of the remaining tears and pulled his pants up. He hissed involuntarily and his back arched painfully as the coarse denim rode up over the punished flesh. He turned away from her embarrassed and unsure of what to say. Buffy took a couple steps forward and reached out her hand to slide softly down his arm and squeezed lightly. His body had tensed at her touch but relaxed as she squeezed, “Spike?...” she said slowly to which he turned slightly so that half of his face was visible but he did not look at her. Buffy took a deep breath and whispered, “Come here.” Spike lifted his gaze to meet her eye to eye. His eyes were red rimmed and slightly puffy; his expression was that of doubt.
Buffy pulled him into a hug to which he did not resist but embraced her fully. He squeezed tightly onto her as if she might disappear, and his eyes welled with tears once more, “I’m so sorry Buffy…” Spike chocked out. Buffy responded her own eyes beginning to fill with tears, “Shh… I know Spike, I know.” “I don’t want to lose you, not again…,” he whispered into her shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere Spike,” she said as she pulled away enough to look him in the eyes, and with a slight smile she stated, “I’ll be here for you from now on whether you like it or not.” Spike rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly pulling her to him a little tighter, “In other words if’n I’m a good boy, I won’t be facin’ the wrath of Buffy? Is that a threat or a promise?” She giggled her smile broadening as she said, “Both.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, Joss does… only entertainment… Please don’t sue me!
This is a continuation from the episode ‘As You Were’
Recap of the episode:
Riley comes to town with his new wife to find a demon whose eggs, if allowed to hatch, could kill the whole world. Riley tells Buffy, they go off to find said demon, and Buffy accidentally kills the demon before they can find out where the eggs are hidden. Buffy goes to see Spike and tells him about the eggs to which he pretends he knows nothing about, they boff, and Riley busts in says his informant pointed him to Spike’s crypt as the location of the eggs. Spike still denies said allegations to which Riley and Buffy go down to the basement to check and find the eggs hatching. They scramble out and Buffy drops one of Riley’s grenades down into the belly of the crypt saving the day. Buffy glares at Spike in disappointment, and Riley and her leave. Buffy and the Scoobies say their goodbyes to Riley and his wife and Buffy returns to talk to Spike…
Spike kicked some rubble across the demolished crypt from the earlier explosion. It had been less than half a day since Riley’s intrusion cost him more than some much needed monetary gain. There were no questions asked, Spike had merely meant to harbor the Suvolte demon eggs. He hadn’t considered the possibility that his actions could have unleashed an unstoppable terror that could have endangered himself, Buffy, and the whole town, if not the world. And now, he was left to ponder this as he stared down at the charred remains of his crypt.
Out of Spike’s peripheral vision, he saw Buffy enter, “So she’s back; thought you’d be off snogging with solider-boy,” he mumbled sarcastically. Buffy replied somberly, “He’s gone.” Spike raised his eyes to look at her asking, “So you come for a bit of cold comfort?” he asked as he glanced at the tattered bed, “The bed’s a bit blown up, but that was never our…” he was cut off by Buffy, “I’m not here to…” she paused before continuing, “And I’m not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme either. That’s just you, I should have remembered,” she stated in a disgusted tone. Spike rebounded with, “This is worse; this is you tellin’ me…” But before he could finish, Buffy stated, “It’s over.”
Spike regarded her a moment before closing the distance between them, “I’ve memorized this tune luv. I think I have the sheet music; doesn’t change what you want.” Buffy agreed, “I know that, I do want you. Being with you makes things simpler… for a little while.” Spike retaliated with, “I don’t call five hours straight a little while!” Buffy’s expression changed from sarcastic to remorseful as she stated painfully, “I’m using you. I can’t love you; I’m just being weak and selfish.” Spike interjected with, “Really not complaining here,” he wanted to change the direction of this downward spiraling talk with Buffy, but she interrupted him with, “And, it’s killing me.” Her words stabbed him through the heart as he paused momentarily taken aback. Buffy finished with, “I have to be strong about this, I’m sorry. William.” Buffy dropped her gaze turning away from Spike who watched her leave stunned into silence.
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Show ends….
Now, on to my story! :D
It had been a week since the egg incident had occurred, and Spike had been unable to get Buffy to talk to him, let alone patch their so called relationship. Spike had really blown it, and he wondered if he could mend the rift that he had unwittingly created. He had been following her, popping out from behind gravestones and trees in an effort to corner Buffy so that he could deliver an apology. His attempts were met with a cold deaf ear as Buffy went about her patrolling as if he were an invisible entity. Spike grew weary of getting blown off and was quickly becoming agitated. He knew he had to make a move and confront her so that she’d have to listen to what he had to say, and if she never wanted to deal with him again… well, he’d cross that bridge when, or if he came to it.
He watched her from a distance; she had been awaiting a new vamp arrival to surface from the grave she’d currently been staring at for the past two hours. He had mulled over the different approaches he could confront her with in order to make her listen to him, but his mind was now drawing a blank. ‘What the bloody hell are you waitin’ for,’ he thought to himself, ‘Get it over with. Go talk to her.” He took a deep breath, even though he didn’t need to breathe, and stormed forward gaining momentum as he rounded the gravestone Buffy was leaning against. His sudden intrusion had her jumping to her feet with a start, “Spike!” She growled as she lowered the readied stake in her hand, “I could have just dusted you there. You should know better than to sneak up on me like that… Anyways, what do you want? ...I’m kinda working right now, and unless you’ve got some vital info for me…” Spike interjected with, “Ya know you can’t avoid me forever slayer. I’ve been doing a lot of thinkin’… about what happened last week, and I figure it’s time we cleared the air so to speak. Make things right again. You know, between us and all,” he gave her a smirk as he moved a little closer to her.
Buffy stiffened, “Spike, I’ve already said all I’ve got to say to you. Don’t make this harder than it already is.” Spike looked at her a hurt filled expression contorting across his features, “What?... Am I supposed to just shut it off? What I feel about you? Is that your answer luv? It’s not that simple.” “No, it’s not simple Spike, but I don’t have the answers you’re looking for. Do you think this isn’t hard for me? To see you… here… I want to, I wish I could love you… but I don’t… You should go now,” she trailed off losing his gaze. Spike clenched his jaw and cocked his head to the side as her words sank in, “You’re not going’ ta get rid of me that easily luv. What your problem is, is you got your knickers all in a twist over this whole thing. I didn’t come over here to play footsies with you. I came over here to apologize for last week. Makes me the bigger man now don’t it? Swallow my pride, …for you… but that don’t make a bit of difference does it pet? No, not for you, miss perfect,” Spike scoffed.
Buffy’s resolve crumbled slightly at Spike’s words, “I appreciate the sentiment Spike, and I accept your apology but…Spike look out!” Buffy tossed Spike out of the way of the newly arisen vampire that she had failed to notice crawl out of his grave during their heated discussion. The vampire lunged awkwardly forward expecting to have a grasp on Spike but instead, he ended up with open air and a fist to the face. Spike hit the dirt his head slamming into a nearby tombstone. He grumbled as he quickly jumped to his feet, “It’s nice to know you still care luv. Next time, just yell duck, so my head doesn’t meet up with another gravestone eh?”
Buffy continued to hammer her fists into the vampire’s face, “Not that it would hurt that thick head of yours,” she mocked sarcastically finishing her statement with a round house kick to the vamp’s side. Her kick sent the vamp stumbling towards Spike who gladly took his turn. Spike gave the disoriented vamp an uppercut sending him crashing backwards over the potted plant next to his own grave, “Do I hear the pot callin’ the kettle black?” The stunned vampire fluttered his eyes remarking, “You know, I can see you two have some issues to work out so I’ll just…” Both Buffy and Spike retorted in unison, “Stay out of this!” At that, Buffy rolled agilely across the grass and planted a stake through the surprised vampire’s heart. As he burst into a cloud of dust Spike smirked and interjected with, “Guess that’ll teach him to butt into someone else’s conversations.”
Buffy stuck the stake back into her top coat pocket and turned to leave, “I accept your apology Spike, but that doesn’t change what I said earlier about being with you. It’s still over.” Spike dusted himself off as he followed behind her to catch up, “Right then, fine. Have it your way, but we both know that’s not what you want. I know you, I know you better than you know yourself. So why can’t we let all ambitions set aside and continue where we left off? You say you’ve accepted my apology, but can you forgive me?” He was walking in front of her now trying not to stumble as he walked backwards and her pace increased.
“Fine Spike, you want forgiveness?” she scanned the area seeing a stone bench about 30 ft to the left, “There’s a bench right there,” she pointed, “Let’s get this over with,” she sighed as she walked over to the bench and sat down. “Road to redemption. Now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” Spike followed sitting next to her. Buffy’s eyes met his with sincerity, “Do you really want this?” Spike responded in earnest, “Yes luv, of course I want you to forgive me.” “Alright Spike, if you’re really serious, let’s get on with it,” Buffy said as she grabbed his wrist and yanked him quickly across her lap. Spike was taken by surprise not expecting that Buffy had meant to chastise him in order to forgive him, “Now hold on! Wait a blooming second girlie!” he squirmed off her lap before she had started to reign down blows.
Buffy’s expression changed from surprised to annoyed as she stood to face him, “I thought you were ready to be forgiven?” Spike spat back indignantly, “I didn’t realize forgiveness was only attainable by your swift justice. Since when is a heartfelt apology not enough?” Buffy’s lips tightened into a thin line, “Since words don’t hold weight with you. I need to know you’re truly sorry Spike and an apology alone will not grant you forgiveness with me. It doesn’t work like that. You need to understand the ramifications behind your actions, and that your actions have consequences. If you will not submit to the punishment you deserve, I’m leaving. So what’s it going to be Spike?” Buffy tapped her foot impatiently.
Spike remembered the last time he had been put over Buffy’s knee, and he wasn’t too keen on it being repeated. He could tell she was resolute on punishing him, and his mind ticked trying to find something to say that would appease her without having to perform that particular deed, “Listen, I realize what I did was wrong; Let’s just sit down and hash all this out like grown folks do.” Buffy crossed her arms and let out a deep sigh, “I’m tired Spike, now I’m willing to forgive you, but not at face value. If you really want me to forgive you then you’ll own up to what you’ve done and accept the penalty. Otherwise, you’re wasting my time.” She waited for a moment for a response from Spike to which he just blinked and stared at her dumbfounded. Buffy waved her hand in the air as if swatting away an insect, “Fine. Goodbye Spike,” she turned once more and started to bound off in the opposite direction.
Spike watched her getting further away from him and cursed himself as he ran to catch up to her. He did not want her to get away from him again he thought as he reached out grabbing her arm, “Alright…” he mumbled as she turned to face him. His gaze dropped in silent humiliation as he realized what he’d agreed to. Buffy nodded, “Ok then…” Buffy strode back over to the bench with Spike following slowly behind. When she’d sat and looked up at him expectantly Spike had looked from her to the right then to the left and back at her, “You don’t mean to do it right here do you? I mean got ta give a bloke a little privacy no?” “We’re in a graveyard Spike, how much more private can you get?” Buffy spat getting agitated. “Well for starters we’re here… so, that makes it not so private. And what if some of your friends come waltzin’ up? Or other vampires… or demons…” Spike stalled. “This is getting old Spike; you’ve got to the count of ten to be over my knee. 1…2…” Buffy admonished. Spike started to pace trying to make up his mind and as Buffy reached seven he knew he’d better say something fast, “Can’t we at least do it at my crypt? It’s private enough there … Be reasonable Buffy.”
Buffy stared at him a long moment before nodding in agreement. She did not say anymore but merely rose and started to walk the quarter mile jaunt to Spike’s dwelling. Spike sighed inwardly, he had prevented the inevitable momentarily but knew as soon as they’d arrived at his crypt his postponed punishment would take place or Buffy would not hesitate to leave. He walked after her with weighted shoes, and it seemed only moments later they had arrived. He watched her enter, and he paused at the doorway not wanting to go any further. He could hear Buffy moving furniture around which didn’t make him feel any more gung hoe to press on forward. He sighed took a quick look around, clenched his jaw a little tighter and resigned himself to his fate as he entered his crypt closing the door behind him. Buffy was already seated in his chair and was holding a conveniently sized board that had broken off from the crypt’s foundation the week prior.
Spike gulped a little trepidation creeping through him, “Since when did implements get added to the itinerary?” Buffy crooked a finger beckoning him to come forward, “A little more incentive I figure could always help get the point across. You could have gotten off easier earlier, but you insisted on dilly dallying and drawing this whole thing out. Let’s get this over with Spike; we’ll both feel better once it’s done.” Spike scoffed, “Somehow I doubt I’ll be feeling any better. You’ll not be the one on the receivin’ end of your lil’ trinket.” “Enough talk Spike, it’s time…” Buffy emphasized patting her knee. Spike grimaced making his way over to Buffy his stomach grew tighter as he got nearer. By the time he had made it to her side, he wanted to protest in someway, but knew he had used up all chances of talking his way out of this and if nothing else had talked his way into this.
He paused at her side a moment looking down at her and opened his mouth to say something in his defense but was quickly silenced to nothing more than a groan as he was yanked over her lap. His body stiffened; he felt very awkward in this position and shifted his weight uncomfortably. Buffy moved quickly pulling his jacket to the side and tugging his pants down. A small gasp escaped Spike’s lips as he did not expect her to be so thorough. He squirmed backwards on her lap trying to reach around to pull his pants back up, “Come on now, do ya have ta do it on the bare? Show a lil’ respect luv,” Spike tried not to sound like he was whining. Buffy pulled his torso back up on her lap so that it was elevated and pulled him close to her body to keep his wriggling to a minimum, “Not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before Spike. The first time I spanked you it was on the bare, what makes this different?” Spike growled, “The last time this happened, I was already naked! Now your just makin’ a point ta humiliate me.” Buffy huffed, “We can call this whole thing off, and I can leave right now. Is that what you want?” Spike was silent for a long moment. Buffy reiterated, “Well? It’s up to you Spike, do you want to face your punishment, or do you want me to leave?” Spike heaved another sigh before mumbling, “I want you to stay Buffy…” “Okay, from here on out, there’s no going back. Is that understood?” Spike nodded replying snidely, “Are you going to do it already? Or is this talk part of the punishment.”
“Don’t worry, I’m through talking,” Buffy answered as she brought the makeshift paddle down with a resounding smack. Spike stiffened as the sting coursed through his ass quickly replaced by another smarting wallop. Buffy continued unrelentingly, and Spike managed to stay silent for about fifteen swats with the heavy board. After that, Spike was letting out little grunts as the board impacted, and by twenty swats, he was visibly squirming involuntarily to avoid the persistent reign of stinging blows. Being pinned and unable to move drove a small streak of panic up Spike’s spine; it down right unnerved him, having no control over what was happening to him. As the pain intensified Spike hissed kicking up his feet to block the swat, if only for a moment. He yelled out, “Bloody hell! Aren’t you satisfied yet? I’m not going to be able to sit for a blooming month already!” Buffy scolded, “Spike, put your feet down. You’re only making it worse on yourself.” “Hardly imagine that’s possible,” he grumbled. “The more you interfere, the longer you’re going to be over my knee.” Spike’s brow furrowed as he hesitantly lowered his feet gripping the chair legs more tightly now; his knuckles turned white from his grip as he braced himself for the next blow, “There, are we happy now,” he spat.
Buffy answered his question with a punctuated steady stream of whacks to his sit spot. Spike could no longer hold in his yelps, with each blow he bucked and lamented a little louder. Buffy was not deviating in her purpose, she covered every inch of his ass in a methodical manner going from the top of his ass down and back up again. As the pain swelled to a new level of unbearable Spike could not help but to swing his hand back to impede her onslaught of whacks, “Enough Buffy, you got your point across already! I’m sorry! Believe me! I’ve learned my bloody lesson!” he shouted squirming and holding his hand firmly in place over his well heated bottom. “Obviously, not well enough Spike,” She responded grabbing his wrist and pinning it into the small of his back, “What did I tell you about interfering?” she asked continuing to wail on his ass. Spike growled angrily surging forward on her lap and fought to get up to the best of his ability, his effort only awarded him with a tightening on his wrist pulling him closer into Buffy’s hip as she paddled him harder.
As Spike realized all his struggling was in vein, he whimpered, “Buffy! Please stop, it’s hurtin’ real bad now!” Buffy did not slow or soften the blows but merely replied, “That’s the point Spike; if it felt good, it wouldn’t be a punishment now would it?” Spike did not answer her question but bellowed out writhing and screaming at each new swat, “Oh balls! Let me up! I’m through with this sodding mess! I said I was bloody sorry! Let me up!” “I’m not letting you up Spike until I deem you’ve learned your lesson,” Buffy chided as she continued to spank him. “I thought Dru was a sadist, but you’re winning the bloody bitch award now pet,” Spike spat as he jumped, yelled, and bucked at each painful swat. Buffy reigned down a little harder, “Talking to me like that isn’t going to make this end any sooner Spike!”
The agony penetrated Spike’s mind to where he could no longer concentrate on anything else; his fire and anger slowly faded replaced now by remorse and pity for himself. Tears started to prick in his eyes and stream down his cheeks as he truly did start to feel sorry. Spike looked back at her somberly his voice cracked slightly as he spoke, “Buffy, you’re bloody right to do this to me… I do deserve this…” he could no longer bear to look at her, “I …I let my needs come first… didn’t think about the repercussions of my actions,” his words hitched in his throat as he tried to hold back the tears. Buffy slowed and lightened the swats, “People could have died Spike… and as much as I care about you, I couldn’t just let you get away with what you did and be able to look you in the eye and pretend everything was okay… I don’t like doing this to you, and I’m sorry.” Buffy paused a moment before continuing, “It hurts me that you lied to me; you threw my trust away, and it’s going to take a lot of time and effort on your part to get it back,” she sighed regretfully. Spike sobbed, “I know Buffy… I’ll do whatever it takes to win your trust back…I’m so sorry,” he whined.
Buffy continued spanking for another ten swats before she stopped spanking Spike and threw the wooden paddle to the ground. She released her grip on his wrist, and he pulled his hand away slowly using the back of his hand to wipe away his tears. Buffy studied Spike carefully his ass was still clenched and quivering, and the welts from the paddle had left small forming bruises. She lay her palm down on the scorched flesh, and Spike’s body rippled with a shiver as her cold hand made contact. Even though his sobs were mostly silent gasps, she could feel his body trembling over her lap. It made her feel sick that she had caused this reaction in him, but she knew it would make Spike a better person for her caring enough to do it. “Spike…you’re forgiven okay?” she said softly as she tenderly moved her hand up over his ass and settled in the small of his back rubbing in small gentle circles. Spike merely nodded and let Buffy comfort him until he felt he had regained control of his tears. Shakily he rose to his feet with Buffy helping him.
Spike blushed furiously as he quickly wiped his face of the remaining tears and pulled his pants up. He hissed involuntarily and his back arched painfully as the coarse denim rode up over the punished flesh. He turned away from her embarrassed and unsure of what to say. Buffy took a couple steps forward and reached out her hand to slide softly down his arm and squeezed lightly. His body had tensed at her touch but relaxed as she squeezed, “Spike?...” she said slowly to which he turned slightly so that half of his face was visible but he did not look at her. Buffy took a deep breath and whispered, “Come here.” Spike lifted his gaze to meet her eye to eye. His eyes were red rimmed and slightly puffy; his expression was that of doubt.
Buffy pulled him into a hug to which he did not resist but embraced her fully. He squeezed tightly onto her as if she might disappear, and his eyes welled with tears once more, “I’m so sorry Buffy…” Spike chocked out. Buffy responded her own eyes beginning to fill with tears, “Shh… I know Spike, I know.” “I don’t want to lose you, not again…,” he whispered into her shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere Spike,” she said as she pulled away enough to look him in the eyes, and with a slight smile she stated, “I’ll be here for you from now on whether you like it or not.” Spike rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly pulling her to him a little tighter, “In other words if’n I’m a good boy, I won’t be facin’ the wrath of Buffy? Is that a threat or a promise?” She giggled her smile broadening as she said, “Both.”
