7. Something Stupid (YKYWT Story)

A/N: Hey guys, shameless begging for reviews here – the first chapter of this got plenty enough hits considering how long I’ve been away but no reviews  is it cos I’m not reaching the standard you guys expect or just cos I didn’t beg last time? Please let me know what you think of the story so far – it helps me write quicker, if you want more that is!

Part 2 – I know I deserve this but what the HELL was I thinking!

Ok so here’s the skinny. I’m up to my neck in it and I’m really not happy about it! I’m standing in Spike’s crypt, it’s 4pm and he’s about to punish me. Yep that’s right, I’m about to be punished like a naughty little girl. To say I feel slightly messed up at the minute would be gross under-exaggeration. There’s the big part of me that gets all weak at the knees and wet in other areas at just the thought of kinkiness. There’s the indignant part which is screaming that I’m an idiot for standing for this and that the whole situation is idiotic. Then there is the sullen child, the part of me that knows exactly what I did and why I’m here but still wants to protest at length about the fact that ‘it’s not fair’!

This part of me is the part that’s currently cursing Spike. You see this is really all his fault! It started last week; we’d been having our first spanky scene since our little impromptu ‘healing’ session. It was going great, everything of the good; we’d even swapped roles a couple of times but as usual I ended up the bottom. Not that I was complaining, it’s nice to let that side of me surface, to let someone else take control and make the decisions.

Hey, I’m still me though, so I was doing plenty of protesting. So much so that Spike said he’d never have expected that a Slayer of all people would be such a baby. That got me good and riled I can tell you; what can I say? Sometimes I still get all worked up when he refers to me as ‘Slayer’. Guess I still have a Jones for being treated like a normal girl. I was sure that even as a ‘normal’ girl I’d give Spike a run for his money, he wouldn’t get any yelping or pleading out of me, no Sir. I was tougher than he thought, Slayer or not. I kept my mouth shut at the time though because I was enjoying our play so much.

Just yesterday was when I did something that wasn’t the most sensible. Ok, ok, I admit it was something stupid; really, really stupid! I took a compound that I knew would take away my Slayer powers. And why? To prove a point to a goddamned smug faced vamp. Maybe that sounds harsh – but what he’s about to do to me is about as harsh as it gets so I don’t really care at this moment.

I stand in the centre of the crypt, my arms crossed over my stomach and with a (probably very unattractive) look of ‘huff’ on my face. When Spike comes up from downstairs goose bumps rise all over my skin and my stomach does a nauseating little dance. I want to run but as ever I’m being stubborn. Too stubborn to run, too stubborn to take this gracefully!

“It’s a good job for you that you are on time.” His voice cuts into my thoughts. “This is going to be hard enough without extras for tardiness. Have you thought about what you’ve done Buffy? Do you have anything to say to me?”

I shrug, petulant look still in place. No way can I bring myself to apologise even if I could stop being stubborn long enough to consider whether I should.

“Obviously you need a little help to loosen that tongue. You know why you’re here Buffy and you can take that look off your face RIGHT NOW!”

I jump at the change of tone. Quickly I make my face as blank as I can but I’m not able to meet his eye.

“That’s better.” He says taking me by the arm and leading me to the ladder down to his cavern bedroom. I descend slowly but he tells me to get a move on. Before I know it I’m downstairs and he has me by the arm again. Once he’s sat himself on the bed and I’m standing in front of him he lets go.

“Tell me why you’re here Buffy.”

Goddamnit – can’t he just get on with it? Does he HAVE to make me speak?

“Because I took a compound that took my powers away, provoked you into playing and didn’t tell you about the effects.”

“You did. And that is very, very naughty behaviour.” The description of ‘naughty’ to a fully grown woman should make me laugh but it doesn’t. It makes me downright nervous.

“And what happens to naughty little girls Buffy?” he asks. Man is he pushing it! I can’t bring myself to say the words he wants. Seems stupid I know, I mean they’re just words for god’s sake but my tongue seems to swell in my mouth blocking speech.

CRACK

He’s reached forward and smacked the back of my leg.

“What happens to naughty girls?” he questions again.

“They get spanked.” I mutter, my face flushing (which is ludicrous considering some of the positions he’s seen me in). I immediately feel a throb between my legs – this is going to be a long night!

“That’s right.” He says a hint of glee to his voice. “So come here and get yourself over my knee.”

Bastard! Making me position myself! It doesn’t happen though; I find I’m rooted to the spot. With a pointed sigh Spike grabs my arm and pulls me across his knee. My upper body is supported by the bed, my toes touching the floor on the other side of his legs. Four or five hearty slaps assault my ass as he reprimands me.

“When I tell you to do something you do it immediately.”

Man! They hurt and this is just starting! Also, I still have my jeans on. I refuse to think about what this will feel like with no protection.

The spanking begins quickly and he wastes no time in baring my bottom either. I had hoped that he’d at least warm up through my jeans but apparently those first four or five are all I’m getting in the way of warm-up. The first thing I really register is shock at the intensity of the feelings he’s creating. Each and every smack bites into me with a force I wouldn’t have thought possible just from someone’s hand; vampire or not!

I can’t help myself, after about two minutes of solid spanking I begin to squirm. Now what the hell is that about? I’ve always, always managed to hold position and through far worse than this. It’s a complete surprise to me; not so for Spike. The bastard doesn’t even break rhythm when he clamps an arm around my waist, stopping me wriggling completely off his lap. Before I know what’s happening I’m yelping! Actually yelping!

“Ow, ow ow!” flies out of my mouth of it’s own accord. I try to clamp my mouth shut but he wrenches another one out of me by moving up to untouched skin at the top of my ass. And what do you know! The assault on the new area actually kicks up my arousal a notch.

Suddenly it stops. I sigh with relief as his cool hand rubs gently over my poor bottom. The relief is deceiving though. The longer this respite goes on the more heat I can feel gathering in my ass. Maybe he’s finished I kid myself, I mean it was certainly harder than I thought and he managed to get me squirming and ‘ow-ing’. Maybe he’ll decide I’ve learnt my lesson. Okay so yeah, taken leave of your senses much Buffy?

Without warning the smacks begin to rain down again, only this time it’s worse. Remember what I was just saying about the heat building? Makes things entirely not of the good when it starts up again! And yup, you guessed it, almost straight away I’m squirming and yelping again.

“Stop that noise.” He commands. “And what are you wriggling for? It can be harder you know.”

To emphasize his point he smacks me considerably harder, both on my already flaming ass and the backs of my thighs. He ain’t wrong, and suddenly I’m even wondering what the hell I was wailing about a minute ago. This is torture and it seems to be going on forever! The bastard doesn’t go back to how he was spanking before either. Nope, he keeps at it just as hard.

Apparently my brain forgot to come along to the crypt today cos my right hand suddenly flies back to try to cover my tender skin.

“Move it.” It’s almost matter-of-fact the way he says it and despite everything I feel myself growing wet at his power over me.

I do, (move my hand that is) – I’m not that stupid. Two seconds later though it’s back again. With a sigh the arm around my waist grabs the errant hand, holding it in an unnatural position, palm facing the ceiling. He then proceeds to slap said palm just as hard as he has been spanking, reprimanding as he does so.

“Keep this hand out of my way. I won’t have disobedience!”

Mother fucker! I’d never have believed that one palm against another could hurt so much. My hand tingles into numbness as he lets it go and I quickly move it well out of the way.

I quickly forget my hand though as now I have a bigger worry. If I’d thought my rear end was hot before, after that little break it’s about ready to combust! I fight the urge to squirm away as I contemplate just how sore it will be when he resumes spanking.

I don’t have to wait long. Blows begin to fall thick and fast again, this time they give me a different surprise though. Now don’t get me wrong, they still hurt like hell but it’s as if my ass is numbed slightly, the new spanks are just absorbed into the overall, burning, tingling sensation flooding my butt. This doesn’t apply to the backs of my thighs though – they didn’t take as much beforehand and when he moves there I know that but for that hand around my waist I’d be off his lap like a rocket. As it is I manage to contain myself to a couple of fierce yells.

Finally he stops. This time there is no cool hand rubbing my butt. Instead he speaks to me.

“Stand up and go to the corner. Face the wall, hands on your head and think about the fact that that was just your warm up. I’m going to give you the biggest hiding of your life and I suggest you also think about why I am doing this. Now move!”

Awkwardly I push myself up from the bed and his lap. My jeans and panties are now around my ankles from all my wriggling and somehow I know that pulling them up would be a bad idea. I shuffle to the nearest thing to a corner down here and face the wall, hands on head as he told me to.

The burning is still there and I try to take my mind off it by fiddling with my ponytail. Bad idea! I don’t even hear him approach me and suddenly two vicious smacks land on my ass. They’re followed quickly by another half dozen as he reprimands.

“I can’t believe your cheek! I did not say fiddle with your hair like you don’t care. I said hands on head!” He grabs my hands and roughly shoves them further up, onto the top of my head then spanks again.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” The words take me by surprise.

“Do it again and you will be. Now stand there and show me you’re thinking about what you’ve done by not fidgeting or fiddling! I am watching you closely.”

I find it incredibly hard not to fidget especially as the last thing I want to think about is my current situation. After what seems like an age of staring at the blank wall and occasionally worrying that he’s about to come and spank me for something he tells me to turn round.

It takes me all my effort not protest when I turn and see that he is holding a leather paddle in his hand. I know that thing! It hurts like hell, even when I’m at full strength – it’s the stinginess of it. Thankfully I keep my mouth shut. He sits on the edge of the bed and motions me toward him with one finger. Swallowing, I stumble over, jeans still around my ankles, which judging by his smirk he finds pretty amusing. I just find it humiliating, which, yeah, is probably what he intended damn him. I stop in front of him and look him in the eye. He obviously doesn’t like this minor show of defiance as I find myself immediately yanked over his lap in the same position as before.

“Obviously that spanking hasn’t made any impression at all on you.” He states. “Let’s see what we can do with our friend the paddle.”

Huh! His friend maybe. It’s certainly no pal of mine.

I don’t get much of a chance to dwell on this thought though as the paddle swishes down as soon as I’m in position.

“Owwwww! Holy crap!!” I yell. Y’know, I said before that little breaks let the heat build. But there was also numbness. Yeah well that numbness doesn’t stick around. Now my ass is on fire and this new implement has the same effect as the first hard smack I received on virgin skin, except multiplied!

“Stop that right now!” Spike says in the most authoritative voice I ever heard from him. “Saying ‘Holy’ is worse than cursing to me and you will take this properly or you WILL regret it.”

He accompanies the word ‘will’ with a hard swat to my sit spot. It’s all I can do not to yowl again. As he continues I’m wriggling worse than before within seconds. It doesn’t make him hold back either. In fact the more I squirm the harder he spanks. I’m starting to sweat now and my breathing is all over the place. When is he going to stop? Is he ever going to stop? Oh sweet mother of god I don’t think I can take this. Why did I ever take that compound?

“I’m sorry, ok!” I yell. “Stop it. Stop! I’m sorry.”

Unbelievably he does actually stop. More believably it’s only so he can tell me off some more before he resumes spanking.

“You’re not as sorry as you’re going to be believe me! And don’t you dare tell me to stop. You were stupid and careless and I could have really hurt you yesterday. I promised you you would pay for it and you will. You’ll also think twice before you ever do something like that again. And finally, Buffy, I will decide when this is finished not you. So don’t ever tell me to stop again.”

And there it is again. After the next couple of spanks the numbness starts to set in. Not that it really helps, as before my ass still burns but it does enable me to stop yelling and wriggling so much, at least until he hits a ‘fresh’ spot. After what seems like an age he finally stops. I jerk slightly when his cold hand rests against my burning flesh, first one cheek then the other. Then with a totally unnecessary (and I might add – cruel) slap across the middle of my ass he tells me to go back to the corner, hands on head as before.

I stand there quietly. No fidgeting occurring this time around, no way! Just as I’m getting my breathing under control I hear an ominous sound, well two actually. I hear a drawer open followed by the sound of him slapping a leather belt against his hand. It’s a sound that never fails to make my knees weaken and moisture seep between my legs. Even now, when I’m beginning to get how serious this situation is I can feel the stirrings. It only gets worse when I hear the next ominous sound, the unmistakable swish of a cane through the air. I can feel him watching me and can picture perfectly the smirk as he sees me jump at the sound. Seriously, what the hell was I thinking? And can I take any more of this? I don’t even have my powers to stop him myself, we’ve never done punishment before. Will he even stop if I use my safeword? I’m still trying to sort these thoughts out when his voice sounds again. It makes me shudder with a mixture of fear and oddly, lust. I’m truly in his control and apparently that is doing it for me! That, and the content of his next sentence.

“Now Buffy. Turn around and come back over to the bed it’s time for the real punishment to start.”

tbc..........

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