Puppy Love
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
41,654
Reviews:
119
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 45/50 - Toy Store
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: Light play in a public space
Short Summary: Puppy gets another choice.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by LJ User hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.
Xander wandered nervously up and down the aisles, fingers dancing over this implement or that. He was in a well lit store, and had appeared in a cage again so he had no idea how he got there, and was shopping for a toy. But not just any toy, oh no! It was going to be the toy of his torment, his torture, his twelve lashes of hell.
His Master was there, of course, a chatty companion, who had no shame in getting Xander to bend over and try it, just to see. They’d turned through most of the store when they finally got to the end, where all the canes were.
Xander bent over at his Master’s command, and let out a yelp and grunted, whimpering softly. They were getting close to it, the toy that Xander would pick, his Master would know if he picked something light, and things were getting more and more painful. The cane came down again, at a different angle, and he cried out, sobbing.
“Master, please Master, it hurts.” Xander panted out for the first time.
“Does it hurt enough?” Was the answer and the question.
“No Master, not enough,” he whispered and whimpered softly, knowing his Master would expect no less. He was wearing ass-less leather chaps, each blow connecting directly on his skin. His ass was mottled red all over the place, stripes and dots and every shape in between, even the word “BITCH” was slapped into his ass.
Spike nodded, and moved down the canes until he picked up a graphite cane, thin and light weight, easy to wield . He swung it once sharply over both of Xander’s ass cheeks and Xander actually screamed, “Think we’ve found it then.” he smirked.
Xander panted out “Y-yes Master,” and was led back to his cage before Spike paid for the cane and a few other things. Soon he was asleep, not even sure how his Master carried the ungainly cage with him in it back home.
Warnings: Light play in a public space
Short Summary: Puppy gets another choice.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by LJ User hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
Xander wandered nervously up and down the aisles, fingers dancing over this implement or that. He was in a well lit store, and had appeared in a cage again so he had no idea how he got there, and was shopping for a toy. But not just any toy, oh no! It was going to be the toy of his torment, his torture, his twelve lashes of hell.
His Master was there, of course, a chatty companion, who had no shame in getting Xander to bend over and try it, just to see. They’d turned through most of the store when they finally got to the end, where all the canes were.
Xander bent over at his Master’s command, and let out a yelp and grunted, whimpering softly. They were getting close to it, the toy that Xander would pick, his Master would know if he picked something light, and things were getting more and more painful. The cane came down again, at a different angle, and he cried out, sobbing.
“Master, please Master, it hurts.” Xander panted out for the first time.
“Does it hurt enough?” Was the answer and the question.
“No Master, not enough,” he whispered and whimpered softly, knowing his Master would expect no less. He was wearing ass-less leather chaps, each blow connecting directly on his skin. His ass was mottled red all over the place, stripes and dots and every shape in between, even the word “BITCH” was slapped into his ass.
Spike nodded, and moved down the canes until he picked up a graphite cane, thin and light weight, easy to wield . He swung it once sharply over both of Xander’s ass cheeks and Xander actually screamed, “Think we’ve found it then.” he smirked.
Xander panted out “Y-yes Master,” and was led back to his cage before Spike paid for the cane and a few other things. Soon he was asleep, not even sure how his Master carried the ungainly cage with him in it back home.