Coo Coo Ca-Choo

Spike waited for Buffy to returd afd after, what he figured was plenty of time to change, he became inpnt ant and got up off the couch to go find her. And find her, he did.
He slowly pushed the bedroom door open and there she was primping and posing in front of her dresser mirror.

She was wearing a plain white button up shirt, a navy blue plaid short skirt, white knee socks and black patent leather shoes. Her hair was still in those scrumptious piggy tails and she had been applying some makeup, rouge and lipstick.

Spike gulped. Alright, mate, you got yourself into this, he thought, his insecurities beginning to take hold. He battled with himself in his own mind. “Gonna do this. Gonna do this. I can’t do this. Yes I can. No. Yes. Just pretend your someone else. Go on. Do it. You know you want to.”

Buffy turned abruptly noticing him standing there.
“Sorry, I was just putting on some finishing touches” she batted her lashes.
“Did I tell you to put that makeup on?” Spike said in a voice that was much harsher than his own.
“Uhh...no but I thought...” Buffy began, not realizing the game had already begun.
“I didn’t tell you to think. I told you to put the uniform on, not paint your face up like a whore” Spike cut her off.
“William?? Wha??” Buffy was startled.
“Call me, Sir. Like you did before. Do you understand me Buffy?” he took several steps to reach her and raised her chin with his hand to look him in the eye.”

Buffy finally caught on that this was their game. She could see it in his eyes. His uncertainty mixed with desire and lust.
“Yes” she replied.
“Yes, what?” Spike asked.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry” Buffy answered.
“Get on your knees, Buffy” Spike ordered her.
“Why?” Buffy purposely pushed him.
“Just do as your told. Don’t make this hard, Buffy” he answered.

Buffy reached out and cupped his erection straining in his jeans and said, “I thought that was the whole poiSir.Sir. Making it hard.” She emphasized the word Sir as she spoke.
“That’s it. You’re a bad little girl. You know that? I think I need to show you how to use that mouth for something other than impertinence.” Spike shoved Buffy down to her knees in front of him.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped himself, freeing his hard cock.
“Suck it” he pushed the head against Buffy’s lips.
Ever since seeing Buffy’s lips painted that deep rich red, he knew he needed to see e lie lips wrapped around his cock. The image alone almost made him cum. Buffy opened her mouth and darted her tongue out to tease him but didn’t take him inside.
“I said, suck it, Buffy. Now do what your told” he demanded.

Buffy opened her mouth wide and swallowed him down. She swirled her tongue all around him. She loved the taste of him. Spike began thrusting his hips in time with her sucks. She looked up at his face the entire time she was sucking him off and he watched her watching him the whole time. Seeing her red lips wrapped around his cock, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked, and her eyes trained on him, was undoing him.

Spike’s hips began to move faster as he neared his orgasm. He was nearly fucking her face and damn it felt good. Buffy reached around with both hands and grabbed his ass cheeks as she devoured his stiff prick that was ready to explode.

“Unngh...that’s it...fuck...yeah...suck it...gonna cum...swallow it, B...A...ALL of it..every last drop. Don’t spill any...” he poured himself into her awaiting mouth. Buffy kept sucking, draining him, drinking every drop like he told her, until there was nothinft. ft.

Spike reached down and disengaged Buffy from his cock.
“See, I like your mouth much better that way” he told her.
“Mmmm...I’m glad you enjoyed it” Buffy purred.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked her.
“Umm...I...” Buffy started.
“Christ, Buffy. It’s only been a little bnd ynd you already forgot my name” he said shaking his head at her.
“Oh! Yes...sorry..Sir..” she smiled.

“Not good enough. I shouldn’t have to tell you these things over and over. Have you no respect for me?” Spike said sternly.
“Yes...I do..I just..uhh..forgot” Buffy stammered.
“Well, we best make sure you never forgot again then.” Spike pulled her up to her feet and led her over to the end of the bed.

He bent her over the bed, pressing her face into the comforter. With one leg, he nudged her legs wide apart then raised her skirt over her bottom. He smiled when a bare bottom was revealed.
“Naughty girl. Where are your panties?” he stroked her bare cheeks.
“I forgot those too” she squirmed under him.
“Such rgetrgetful little girl you are” he commented.
“Sorry, Sir” Buffy replied.
“You will be” Spike moved back from her. “Stay there. Don’t move”

He was still hanging out of his pants and he pulled them off entirely, stopping to remove his belt from the jean’s loops. He observed Buffy , face down on the bed, bare ass in the air, legs spread wide showing off glisglistening wet pussy. Her skirt was bunched at her waist and she still wore her shirt and socks and shoes. His cock started to stir to life again at the vision she presented him with.

Spike was sweating. He was exhilarated and enjoying this but also a bit frightened and didn’t want to look like a fool in front of Buffy or really hurt her. He took a few calming breaths. He wanted to make sure he was ready to do this.

“Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to make me sorry like you said?” Buffy said defiantly.
That did it was was definately ready now.
“You little...I’ll make you sorry alright..” Spike strode over to her and double looped his belt.

WHACK! The belt cracked against her ass leaving behind a red mark. Buffy hissed and arched up.
“OUCH!” she cried out. She hadn’t expected that. She could not see him behind her from her position and just assumed he was going to spank her with his bare hand like he had before. She was pleasantly surprised.

Spike drew back, afraid he had really hurt her.
“Buffy, if it’s too much, tell me to stop, O.K.?” he told her.
Buffy shook her head, “NO, it’s good...and..I may be inclined to say stop but not mean it...umm..think of a word or phrase that I can say if it gets to be too much. That way neither of us can misconstrue what we really mean” Buffy explained to him.
“Alright, if you want me to stop, say.....fuzzy little pink pig” Spike said, noticing the stuffed animal she had that was on her one bedside table.

Buffy laughed then agreed.
“O.K. I’m ready for you to begin again, Sir” she said huskily.
Spike struck her again with the belt. She pitched forward a bit and moaned.
He began to alternate between each cheek with his belt, turning them a rosy red.
“Are you sorry, Buffy?” he asked her as he struck.
“For what?” she said.
“You know what. Stop being a brat.” He gritted out and struck her again.
“Ohh...yes..I’m sorry” she cried.
“Why are you sorry?” he demanded. WHACK
“For...not using...Sir...ahhhh” she breathed.
“And what else?” he asked again. WHACK
“For..FFFor...forgetting to put my panties on...ohhh..god” Buffy wailed.

Spike stopped the blows to her ass and got an idea. She liked it so much when I used my hand there, he thought to himself before tilting hristrist the opposite way and bringing the belt up to whack against her exposed pussy.
“AHHHHHHHH” Buffy screamed feeling the sting and heat of the belt against her wet and swollen sex. It hurt and it was exquisite at the same time.

Spike stopped for a moment to gauge her reaction and when satisfied that she was alright, he continued swinging the belt upwards across her dripping wet pussy. The sound of the belt hitting wet flesh was music to his ears.
“How sorry are you now, Buffy?” he said in a deep low voice.
“sssssooorrrryyy...sssssoooo...sssoooorrrrryyyy” she panted between blows.
“Not sorry enough evidently because you’re still not calling me Sir!” he raised his voice at her.
“Ohhhh..God...Sir...Sorry....yyyesss...iiii...rrrreallly am...ooh please...” she was near delirious.

Spike was so aroused now, he didn’t think his dick could get any harder than it already was.
“If you promise to be a good girl, I’ll give you what you need, Buffy” he told her.
“IIIII....pppromise...I’ll be good, Sir...I’ll be..ssssooooo goooooodd” she had tears forming in her eyes now.
Spike threw his belt down and poised himself behind her. Without warning or anymore words, he thrust his rock hard engorged cock inside her raw and burning sex.
“OHHHHHHHHHH...FUCKKKKKKK” Buffy screamed feeling him so deep and hard. Her pussy was sore and red from the belting and the friction of him plowing into her, his course pubic hairs pressing against her irritated swollen flesh hurt so damn good.

“That’s it, little girl. Take it all. Take it all the way inside....fuck...so deep” he began thrusting in and out, hard.
“Gonna fuck you so good, little girl...make you sorry...” he reached up and grabbed her pig tails as he slammed into her.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, harder....please...Sir...harder...make me sorry...” Buffy egged him on.
He pistoned himself in an out of her, “Uhn..fu..fuck, you’re so tight...how do you stay so fucking tight? Christ....wet...fuck...you like that, Buffy? Do you? Do you like me fucking you? Fucking you so hard it hurts?” Spike panted above her.
“Yessssssssss....I love it...Ohhh Goddddddddd...fuck me, Sir...please..fuck me” she yelled.

She was about to explode. He didn’t even need to touch her clit, she was so ready. He stopped abruptly and pulled out.
“Godddddddddd..NOOOOOOOOOOO..don’t stop....oh god..please..” she begged him.
Spike swiped his hand across her pussy gathering up her fluid all over his fingers then he shoved one of them up her ass. She bucked underneath him.
“Yesssssss” she hissed.
“You want that ass fucked, don’t you little girl? Haven’t been in there since our first night, now have I? You’ve been depriving me...let me inside, Buffy....I want inside that sweet tight little hole..” he worked another finger in, stretching her, preparing her for his thick cock.
“Please....Sir...oh..I need...I need...feel you inside...please” she pleaded with him and was awared when she felt the huge head of his cock begin to push into her ass.
“AWWWW FUCK, Buffy” he exclaimed as he slid in, slow and deep.
“Ahhhhhh..Yes...thank you...oh God...thank you” she pushed back against him.

He withdrew then thrust again, getting harder and deeper with each stroke.
“God...you love that don’t you? Getting pounded in the ass? Fuck....oh...fuck...feels so good” he moaned.
“Yes....oh yes...love it..love you..Sir” she replied.
“Ahhh...I’m gonna cum...gonna cum, Buffy.....take it...feel it inside you...I want you to feel it...feel me...” Spike began jerking and squirting his cum deep in her ass.

That triggered Buffy’s own orgasm and she began clenching her muscles and felt her own juices flooding her pussy.
“Oh...yeah! I’m cumming....cumming...I feel it...Sir..I feel you...oh...God..give it to me..give it all to me” she breathed.
“So good...such a good little girl...my good girl...love my good girl” he moaned as he collapsed on top of her back, spent.

They lay there catching their breath for several minutes then Spike pulled out of Buffy and sat on the edge of the bed. She raised herself up and turned around to sit along side him but winced as her sore ass and pussy came in contact with the bed.
“Ouch” she stood up and rubbed her behind.

“Are you alright?” Spike reached for her hand.
“Yes, wonderful, just a tad bit sore” she smiled.
“Sorry” he ducked his head.
“Don’t be. William...that was...god that was incredible. I loved it.” She tried to reassure him.
“Yeah..me too..maybe too much” he pouted.
“Don’t feel ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of. We both wanted it. We both liked it. It’s O.K. There’s nothing wrong with what he do together. Please believe that.” Buffy pulled him to her chest and stroked his hair.
“You don’t think I’m some kind of sick pervert for liking to do those things to you?” he asked her.
“Of course not. If I did, I wouldn’t let you do them. I guess I must be a sick pervert too” she grinned.

Buffy pulled him to his feet.
“Come on pervy, let’s go put some ice on my ass” she grabbed his hand and led him out of the bedroom.

Continued in Chapter 15- Twelve Steps