The Trophy

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My thanks and great appreciation to megan for the beta on this ficlet. I've made many changes since her review and all errors and mistakes are mine from the alterations. I want to credit megan for suggesting that I use Clem and Willow humorously in my ficlet. THANKS! I loved it! HUGS!
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This is the sequel to “Bugger Off!”

PREVIOUSLY: Buffy had gone to check on a “Haunted House” Dawn had told her about. She wanted to make sure it was safe before letting her sister go only to discover Spike, Clem and their friends running it. Her surprise encounter with Spike leads to admissions, revelations and a night of smoldering passion. This story takes place in Spike’s bed chamber located in his lower crypt.


The Trophy


“Spike, take it down, why are you keeping it up there?” Buffy whined. She was beyond mortified and had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. She couldn’t believe that he was behaving so immaturely. Her blushing face was contorted with irritation as she glared at the scandalous object gracing the wall over Spike’s bed.

“What? It stays up, Slayer, it’s my trophy,” Spike raucously replied. He stuck his thumbs in his belt and framed his groin thrusting it out at her.

Buffy’s distressed expression only served to widen the devilish grin on his face to ear splitting proportions. Mischievously, Spike began waggling his tongue out at her causing her eyes to widen, her mouth to drop open and her cheeks to color to a deeper shade of red. Her awkward predicament brought out his inner deviant and he was having the time of his life teasing “Little Miss Prim and Proper.”

Stomping her foot in frustration, Buffy shrieked. “That’s it! I’m taking it down, it’s disgusting!” She began to sidestep the giggling vampire but he quickly blocked her path with his body.

“Sorry luv, my house, my rules. It stays up!” Spike firmly stated.

Spike wore a self satisfied look on his face as he shamelessly tormented his Slayer. Spike knew which buttons to push to get Buffy’s juices flowing for a good, mind blowing shag. It was a formula he smugly liked to think that he had developed and perfected all by his own knowledgeable self. Just blend equal amounts of righteous indignation mixed in with frustrated murderous rage, bring to a sizzling boil and then let simmer. Then after a spell, FLASH, BOOM, BANG! You get Buffy, “The Nympho Vampire Layer,” ready to shag him senseless into his next un-life.

Even though they had been intimate, Buffy was still acting reserved and shy around him and could only let go of her prudish inhibitions if she were prodded. Spike was a master at prodding and Buffy being the competitive warrior that she was never failed to rise up to meet his challenge.

The shy nun that had walked into his crypt earlier was now turning into a wild hellcat. He knew that “Rebecca of Sunnyhell Farm” would leave and “Buff-Xena Warrior Princess” would come out to play. That was how Spike liked her, so he kept provoking her shamelessly. He had to be careful antagonizing her though, otherwise if he pushed her too far she could seriously kick his arse with no fun to be had for the evening. He shook his head to clear his sex addled brain. He needed to concentrate on the delicious situation at hand otherwise the game would be over too soon.

Easily keeping her at bay, Spike was not in the least deterred by her efforts to sneak by him. For every move she made, he made a counter-move. She was not going to win and take down his spoils of victory and his “pride and joy” symbol. All he had to do was to keep her off balance emotionally and he would persevere, despite his chipped status. He would try to keep the mood light, that way he wouldn’t get a jolt from his chip.

Not able to get around the laughing vampire, Buffy resorted to forcefully trying to push past him. When that failed she started throwing punches aimed for his nose which he skillfully avoided. It was a predictable move on her part that he was ready for and he had to suppress the urge to taunt her with that fact this early on in the game. She was so inflamed that she was completely off balance, allowing Spike to easily grab hold of her wrists with his large hands.

“Get out of my way ya big leech!” Buffy struggled as Spike held firm to her wrists. She was getting more and more irate by the second. “You rotten, stupid, annoying, perverted, twisted and CONNIVING VAMPIRE!” Buffy shrieked at the top of her lungs. “God, I am so gonna kick your ass!”

“Such a naughty girl,” Spike scolded shaking his head in disapproval. “Little girls who misbehave get punished by being put over Daddy’s knees and spanked,” Spike chided.

Buffy squirmed and wriggled while pressing her body against his, and it was beginning to arouse and harden Spike to gargantuan proportions. He quickly shifted their positions and held both of Buffy’s wrists with one large hand, while with the other he began to grope the resisting slayer. Startled by his fondling, Buffy faltered in her struggles long enough for him to rapidly wrap his arms around her. Pressed tight against his body, Buffy was essentially immobilized with her arms stuck by her sides.

“Stop being such a lech and feeling me up, you big pervert!” Buffy moaned, helplessly wiggling against his body. Buffy was beginning to feel the rock hard erection Spike was sporting pressed against her belly. Against her will, her panties were becoming soaked with her arousal.

Spike’s fingers began tickling her ribs causing her to involuntarily start giggling. He showed no mercy taking delight from her unfettered gaiety and pretty soon he had her laughing uncontrollably.

“Stop! Stop! Uncle! I give up! Spike if you don’t stop tickling me I’m going to pee my panties,” Buffy choked out in between giggles and wheezing gasps.

Spike immediately stopped his tickling and quickly lifted her up in his arms. With three quick strides, he walked them over to the simple wooden chair situated next to his bed. The ambiance from the lit candles scattered around his lower chamber inside his crypt, made her honeyed skin glow and look radiantly warm. Ravenously, Spike drank in the sight she presented as he intimately held her pressed against his aroused body. Flushed and still heaving from the exertion of laughing from his tickling only served to heighten his desire to painful proportions.

His demon demanded to carnally devour her and brand her as his, but Spike forcibly reined it back. He certainly was not going to remind Buffy of Angelus in any way, shape or form if he could help it. He was going to make love to her and not unleash his demonic lust upon her.

“Buffy’s been a very bad girl,” Spike chided seductively. Grinning wickedly, he then effortlessly maneuvered Buffy before she knew what he was doing. “Time for Daddy to do some much needed disciplining,” Spike drawled lazily.

Buffy found herself face down draped over Spike’s lap before she even had a chance to protest or react. She was sorry that she had worn a short skirt before coming to see Spike. She wanted to convince Spike to take her out to dinner and a movie that night. But when she followed him to his lower chamber and saw what he had as his trophy on the wall, her plans quickly became unraveled leading up to her current predicament. She felt the skirt hitch up high when Spike had bodily picked her up and carried her with him to his chair. When he turned her over and placed her over his knees, the stupid thing rode all the way up to her waist exposing her upturned derriere to his heated gaze. She had worn a wispy red lace thong that she had bought especially for him.

Buffy had spent time at a tanning salon getting a complete body tan without any tan lines. She even had Willow make a custom sticky patch for her to wear while tanning to create a design against her golden skin. She attached it to her left fanny cheek not removing it until she had reached her desired golden color.

Now she proudly sported a discolored area that depicted a heart with a railroad spike pushed through it. The name “Spike” was spelled out in blood droplets beneath the oozing heart. It looked so pretty that Buffy had Willow use red pen ink to highlight it further. She did this just in case Spike wanted her to have it permanently tattooed after seeing it and liking it. Buffy had planned on showing it off to Spike after a romantic date but now the bleached wonder had to go and ruin everything. Her lower lip pouted and quivered now that her surprise and plans for the evening were ruined by him. “Stupid vampire,” she mentally cursed.

They had officially become a couple, after their rendezvous at the Haunted House. Their time since had been busy with Spike working at the Haunted House and Buffy patrolling or working part time.

They had only had been sexually intimate one more time since that wondrous night. Their second time together as an official couple, they had made love for the better part of the night in Spike’s bed. Come morning, Buffy had left his crypt feeling sore from his enthusiastic attentions. She had been unable to comfortably sit down for one whole week thereafter. They had both been too busy to get together since…that is, until now. Earlier Spike’s hand written invitation was delivered by a grinning Clem. The elegantly written card was attached to a single red rose and graciously invited her to his crypt come nightfall.

Spike raked his voracious gaze at a submissive looking Buffy. She just lay there, docile, too startled to move. His gaze took in her luscious and beautifully sculpted rounded rump, all pushed up enticingly toward his face. He groaned huskily upon seeing the tattoo and the “barely there” red thong which was quickly becoming wet with her arousal. Overwhelmed with emotion, Spike instinctively vamped out and throatily snarled with unbridled lust. His implanted chip gave him a small warning jolt reminding him of its presence as his demon came out in full force.

Seeing his name stamped on her butt cheek overwhelmingly brought out his demonic possessive side. He had to rein back his demon from biting and marking her as his for fear of scaring and driving her away at such an early stage in their relationship. It was not the chip controlling his demon, but his selfless love for her. He was speechless for the first time in his un-life and that was a feat that he thought never could be achieved. Angelus, Darla or even Drusilla had never managed to do it but this tiny slayer had, without uttering a single word. All it took was a gesture that meant more to him than she could possibly ever know.

His rampant erection pressed even harder against his jeans as the discomfort snapped him out of his dazed contemplation. If he didn’t release his cock from its confinement soon, then he felt like it would surely burst through his jeans like a hot knife slicing through cold butter. Blinking back to the present he sniffed the air around him and knew that he was not alone with being on the brink of wildly losing control over his physical urges.

“Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum. Big bad smell’s the lust of a nice…ripe…plum.” Spike purred sensuously. Exhaling slowly, Spike whispered, “Love the tattoo and red knickers pet. Definitely a view to kill or die for.”

When Buffy heard Spike’s passionate snarl and felt his rock hard cock digging into her stomach, she felt exhilarated beyond her limits. She began to breathe shallowly as she felt a gush of arousal pool in her panties as it sweetly perfumed the air around her. Her urgent need to have Spike’s cock buried inside her quivering depths was rapidly clouding her judgment and pride.

Wiggling a little trying to ease the ache of her pussy by rubbing her clit with friction, Buffy felt Spike shift on the chair and he gently placed his hand on her ass lovingly caressing it. His hand felt surprisingly warm as it began to rub circles on first one cheek and then the other.

Buffy began to pant and feel her temperature rise as her blood became heated with desire. Her heart pounded loudly against her chest and thundered in her ears with its intensity. She felt certain that it must’ve sounded like a deafening locomotive to Spike’s hypersensitive hearing. Heaving a gulp of air, Buffy swallowed before talking - afraid that her voice would come out sounding like a high pitch squeak. She didn’t want to be embarrassed any more than what she already felt.

“Spike, please let me up. I’ll be good, I swear and I won’t go after your trophy,” Buffy pleaded. The slayer within her was rebelling at her subdued compliance at lying limply across Spike’s lap. But Buffy- the girl in love - was keeping a tight rein over her slayer’s baser urges. Besides, if punishment was to be doled out by Spike, knowing him, it would be of the rewarding kind in the end. Buffy was licking her lips in anticipation for what Spike would do next.

“For shame, Slayer, fighting with a vampire that has a chip shoved up his noggin’. What if I had gotten shocked unconscious by your bratty behavior?” Spike rasped.

His voice sounded stern but if Buffy could twist and turn her body to gaze into his eyes, she would see a churning kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within their depths. Spike felt pride, possession, love, desire, lust, devotion and a whole myriad of emotions he had never felt before, not even during his time spent with Drusilla. Buffy brought out the purest sense of love he had ever felt in his life or un-life combined. His strongest emotion for the moment was anger and frustration. Her reluctance and inability to freely express her emotions without the pretense of playing the role of the virtuous prude had him seeing red.

Pouting heavily at being scolded like a child, Buffy held her tongue in check even though she bristled at Spike’s condescending tone. How could she have forgotten about the chip? She felt really bad, at the possibility that he may have been shocked during her temper tantrum. Her remorse grew exponentially at the thought of how selfish she was to not even think of Spike and the chip until he had brought it to her attention. Her lower lip started trembling but her wallowing in self pity was abruptly interrupted by a shocking slap to her ass.

“OW!” Buffy yelled. Her scream of pain in turn caused Spike’s chip to go off!

“Argh! Bloody hell Slayer! Take your punishment like a big girl and don’t make a bleeding sound, otherwise my chip is going to melt my brain.” Spike barked.

He knew he was taking unfair advantage of Buffy - playing with her guilt -but he also knew that she was expecting to be punished. She was so predictable and her inactions gave her away. The way she just stayed on his lap when she could have just scampered off anytime she wanted to spoke volumes to him. It showed her willing acceptance of more fun and games in the art of foreplay leading up to mind staggering sex. His little vixen was ready to play more grown up games with him.

When the blow came, Buffy was taken off guard and naturally screamed at such an indignant blow to her pride. She had placed her hands to cover her exposed behind which she was certain was now sporting a very red hand print. Judging from the stinging and burning sensation creeping along her tender flesh, Spike had meant for it to hurt. She expected to be punished but not for real!

Her thighs were slick with her arousal. Did she orgasm? Buffy mentally wondered. Puzzled, she didn’t think it possible that she could orgasm from the blow. So if that wasn’t the case how did she become so wet? Further embarrassed by this new realization, Buffy began to squirm not removing her hands from their protective place trying to see if she could stand up without their use. Suddenly she felt Spike’s hand on the middle of her back gruffly holding her down. A warning growl rumbled from him making her become still for fear of setting off his chip again.

“Sorry pet, but you’re not going anywhere and you are going to be a good little Slayer and take your licks, understand?” Spike growled. It was time to lay down the rules to this particular game. He could feel the dampness coating his lap and knew that Buffy had achieved an orgasm from the intense sensation of being spanked. Even though he knew it was involuntary and just a bodily reaction, he wanted her to lose her prudish inhibitions even if it meant playing these types of games to achieve that goal. Spike wanted Buffy to understand that he was not Angel or Riley. Unlike them, he didn’t expect her to play the role of the chaste or wholesome girlfriend.

After they officially became a couple - Buffy changed. She no longer resembled the woman he knew when they first shagged. Spike did not want her to mold herself into a stereotype that went against her passionate nature. He could see Buffy blindly following guidelines his predecessors had established. He knew it would only lead to the failure of their relationship and bugger if he was going to let that happen!

“So Buffy, what’s it gonna be? A spanking? Or shall we call it a night?” Spike held himself still - filled with worry and anticipation. He hoped that his ultimatum had not pushed Buffy too far.

Buffy swallowed heavily and nodded her head, acknowledging that she was going to “play nice” during her punishment. He felt her relax as her hands moved away from their protective area and her arms fell limply by her side.

Spike smiled wolfishly. He thought for sure that Buffy would hand him his manly bit’s for speaking to her like that. But seeing her place her complete trust in him only strengthened his resolve to not abuse it.

“Alright luv, I’m going to give you a spanking. You’ll receive twenty blows to each cheek. Now I’m going to start and I expect you to not make a sound otherwise you’ll trigger my chip and then we’ll have to start all over again.” Spike held one hand over the small of Buffy’s back to keep her still while he used his other one to rub her bottom. Her skin felt warm and satiny smooth, quivering slightly as his hand began to delicately caress it.

Spike was glad that Buffy could not see his face. He closed his eyes and drew in a silent breathe from the ecstasy of the moment. He had done the same thing when he had let himself into her bedroom a lifetime ago. Back when he wanted to show her Captain White Bread’s nightly activities as a vampire trollop’s chew toy. Knowing that she was naked in bed and he was just a few feet away practically had him coming in his pants. This was the wet dream that he wanked off to before sleeping during the day. To have a willing acquiescent Buffy draped over his lap waiting for a good spanking. He had to catch his unneeded breathe to keep from coming in his pants like some inexperienced teenage git.

Smelling the aroma of Buffy’s arousal in the air around him, Spike decided that spanking could wait. First he wanted to admire the view and tease her a bit to loosen her up. Leaning forward, Spike gave a long languid lick to one cheek as he lovingly caressed the other with soft caresses that had her moaning and squirming on his lap.

“Hmmm, Spike!” He heard her mewl, spurring him on. He alternated back and forth tasting and teasing enjoying her throaty sounds of pleasure. Noticing the moisture on her thighs, Spike took a long swipe of her juices and purred with delight.

“You taste oh so sweet luv, and you feel forbiddingly wonderful,” Spike whispered as he kept licking, caressing and rubbing. Next, he started rubbing her thighs and worked his hand to lightly rub her clit. Using feather light touches Spike teased and manipulated her, savoring the wanton sight she painted. Buffy began to respond to the stimulation with a wild abandon. She was dripping and her thong was completely soaked through.

Buffy’s pussy lips were so sensitized and swollen with need that she began to clench and unclench her internal vaginal muscles in order to rub her thong against them and ease her torturous ache. She could feel the stirrings of a climax approaching and she began to concentrate on pulsating her inner muscles as her clit was being stimulated.

Unconsciously, Buffy crossed her legs at the ankles and started moving her hips up and down slowly mimicking the motions of having sex. She had totally forgotten all about Spike as he stopped rubbing her clit watching her spiral toward her self induced orgasm. She distantly heard herself moaning and panting as she continued humping her hips faster building up to her climax. Screaming out her pleasure, Buffy collapsed like a rag doll as she experienced an intense orgasm. She lay there gasping for air with her chest heaving while her pussy spasmed and quivered uncontrollably.

Suddenly, she heard a snarling growl that sent tingles shooting throughout her body. Before she could draw another breathe, she felt her thong torn off her body and the sound of a metal zipper being drawn down. The passing of another second found Buffy on her hands and knees on Spike’s bed. Half a second later, Spike firmly held her cheeks wide open as he ruthlessly ploughed into her from behind. Spike was completely lost in a frenzy of mindless blind passion, and that sparked an inferno inside of her.

After her orgasm, Buffy’s pussy had never stopped clenching and unclenching and it greedily grabbed Spike’s cock with a punishing strangling grip. His cock was being held captive within her burning channel as Buffy erotically began working her vaginal muscles with a precision that would make any oral expert green with envy. Buffy’s pussy literally began chewing on Spike’s cock, stimulating, squeezing and sucking all at once.

Buffy felt like a dam had burst within her as her repressed passionate desires flowed out with the fearsome force of a tidal wave. Buffy relished the feeling of wild abandon she was experiencing - without having to worry about restraining herself for fear of hurting her sexual partner. Spike had unleashed a primal sexual force within her and she doubted that she could ever go back to having sex with a human man ever again.

Spike had lost all control of his demon when his sweet Slayer orgasmed on his lap. Vamping out he tore her thong off and flung it away and released his aching throbbing cock. Next thing he knew he was fucking her on his bed doggy style while he held her ass cheeks wide apart watching his cock slice in and out of her tight sweet pussy. Somewhere in his lust addled brain he heard the roars and sounds of a wild animal and realized that they were coming from him. Suddenly his cock was trapped and was having the life deliciously squeezed out of it. HE LOVED IT!

He had never known such pleasurable pain in all of his existence. It hurt so damn good that he thought that he would dust right there on the spot. But just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Buffy began to gnaw on his cock with her vaginal muscles and that was when Spike found a new religion. He was going to worship Buffy and her pussy for the rest of his undead life.

He felt his eyes cross and his throat constrict as his whole being was coiling for one mind blowing release. Spike felt the blood rush from the rest of his body down to his cock as it battled to survive the torment Buffy’s pussy was dishing out to it. His whole body started tingling and trembling as the most intense sensation started to physically overwhelm every pore of his body.

“Holy fuck, Slayer!” Spike yelped helplessly. He felt like he was being devoured alive starting with his consumed cock and flowing out to the rest of his body. Sparks of light started to flash in front of his eyes and he started hearing bells ring inside his head. He felt like he was being turned inside out from the force of his release. Spike heard himself roar out like a wounded animal, the world fading to black as he fell into unconscious oblivion.

Feeling Spike become rigid, Buffy knew that he was close to achieving his release. She furiously worked her inner muscles harder and felt him roar and gush out his pleasure. Buffy felt Spike’s cock throbbing and quivering inside her – it stimulated her pussy deliciously. Feeling her body uncoil and tingle she screamed out her release, falling face down on the bed with Spike on top of her.

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When Spike woke up, he was lying with his back on the bed and his head on Buffy’s lap while she lovingly stroked his face.

“Hey baby…you okay?” Buffy cooed as she smiled at him with a look that only another predator could appreciate.

“I’m more than bloody okay, sweetness. I think that I just died…again… and woke up in heaven,” Spike purred.

“So…it wasn’t the chip that made you unconscious?” Buffy teased.

“Bloody right it wasn’t,” Spike laughed. “I think you broke my bitty Spike with your slayer muscles luv!” Spike teased back.

He looked adorable, Buffy thought. His hair was ruffled and he had a dreamy look in his eyes. Looking past Buffy up at the wall, he had a silly grin on his face. She scowled at him wondering what was so funny.

“What?” Buffy blinked her eyes, curious as to what was so amusing to plaster that goofy look on his face.

“Look behind you sweets,” Spike laughed as his eyes made a path to what he wanted her to see.

Turning around, Buffy spied her red thong stuck to the wall next to her other underwear that Spike had previously thrown against the wall. Apparently Buffy’s very wet panties had dried stuck to the wall and Spike deliberately left them there as perverted trophies. First thing to cross Buffy’s mind was that he probably wanked off looking at them when she wasn’t around.

“Oh God!” Buffy groaned, her face turning a deep scarlet red as she covered it with her hands. “Please tell me that you’re going to take them down. I don’t want Clem or any of your demon buddies seeing them!” Buffy pleaded praying that he would.

“Nope!” Was Spike’s solid reply, as he nuzzled her chest purring like a sated cat.

“God Spike! You’re such pig! Why on earth do you want to keep them stuck to the wall? They’re bound to smell after awhile. You’re such a sick bastard!” Buffy groused though her lips were twitching with barely restrained amusement.

Sniffing the air ceremoniously, Spike plastered a euphoric look on his face. “Bouquet of Buffy, ambrosia extraordinaire!” Spike playfully chortled. Buffy gave an inelegant snort as they both broke out giggling.

“That I am pet, one sick bastard but all 100 percent Buffy whipped. By the way, I love the painted tattoo you’re sporting. So much so that I had to have my wicked way with you “doggy style”, that way I could keep staring at it,” Spike wolfishly replied.

“It’s only temporary,” Buffy bashfully stated. I didn’t know how you would react to it so I tanned with a patch and had Willow trace it with red ink,” Buffy gazed into his eyes anxiously waiting for his reaction.

Knowing that it meant a lot to Buffy judging from the nervous look on her face, Spike softly said. “Thanks Buffy, I love it. I adore and cherish you even more because of the thought and sentimentality you put behind it. Give us a kiss luv,” Spike beckoned.

Buffy leaned down thinking that he wanted a quick peck on the lips. WRONG! Gently placing his hand on the back of her head, Spike gave her a smoldering kiss that made her head spin from the force of its passionate intensity. It melted away any lingering doubts Buffy harbored regarding his love for her.

Discreetly wiping her eyes, Buffy looked away from Spike afraid that she would cry and ruin the moment. Recovering quickly, she turned to face him coyly fluttering her lashes and asked in her sweetest voice. “So will you take down the trophies if I get it permanently tattooed?”

Rearing up to a sitting position with a possessive and jealous look on his face, Spike blustered, “No one but me is ever gonna see your backside Slayer, understand?”

Tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, Spike continued with a flurry of arm gestures, “And that goes for the witch too! No more Red getting her jollies ogling my girls arse while she pet’s and paint’s it!”

“But….” Buffy didn’t get a chance to complain as Spike growled silencing her immediately.

“Stubborn bully,” Buffy grumbled as her lower lip shot out in a pronounced pout.

“Pulling out the big guns with the pout isn’t going to work on me little girl,” Spike shook his head raising his scarred eyebrow for added emphasis.

“Besides as I recall, someone didn’t get her spanking as punishment. Though I would consider not following through on the spanking….if I were given a bribe of sorts.” Spike drawled mischievously. His face took on a look of sinful seduction as he rakishly ran his tongue over his lips and waggled his eyebrows at her.

Swallowing hard, Buffy timidly asked, “What kind of a bribe are we looking at?” She started wringing her hands wondering what kind of deviant act Spike was going to ask her to perform.

“I want to take a picture of you lying on the bed with your pretty backside up in the air showing off the tattoo.” Spike’s face broke out in an ear to ear grin at the look of stunned shock on his little Slayer’s face. She was so precious in her reactions! Spurred on by her silence, Spike raised his voice to a higher pitch and spoke with a cultured British tone, “I want another trophy to go up next to the others on my wall of debauchery.”

Buffy’s mouth opened and closed comically several times trying to find her voice as she gawked at his smirking face. Her look of dismay completely amused him. The longer she took to make a choice and answer him, the more he grinned.

“You and your damn trophies!” She yelled, stomping her foot against the mattress as her lips twitched with wicked merriment.

“Stop your stalling and make a choice. Spanking? or Picture?” Spike feigned a bored look on his face but he felt confident on which one she would chose.

Buffy relented, “Fine! Get your camera and snap your damn picture but you only get one!”

Rummaging through his dresser looking for his camera, Spike decided to have a bit of fun. No need to have his Slayer feeling all nervous and a good taunt always brought out her daring nature.

Comfortable with his nudity, Spike could feel Buffy’s gaze burning a hole on his backside. He purposely bent over looking into a drawer, wickedly wiggling his hips eliciting a gasp from her. Lords! How he loved teasing her! Her reactions were so endearingly sweet!

Straightening back up, Spike teased, “How about on your next fake tattoo, I’m the one who gets to draw on your bum that way I can write what I want. Such as “Spike’s Play Pen” or “Spiked by Spike!” or “Spike’s Private Arse!”

Buffy couldn’t believe him! He really took the cake! He was so asking for an ass kicking. She kept mulling over in her mind just how to extract revenge on the smug vampire. Out of the blue, a wicked thought crossed her mind, and she gathered up enough of her senses to interrupt him.

“Oh, I’m open for negotiations if you are…Spike-y.” Buffy seductively purred.

Spike was taken off guard. That certainly wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. Turning to face her, he nearly fell to his knees at the erotic sight before him. Buffy on her hands and knees with her bottom seductively thrust up in the air. She was a vision to behold that took his unneeded breathe away. Placing his hand on his heaving chest, he realized that he was panting like a heated dog.

“Ready to negotiate?” Buffy cooed, wiggling her rump enticingly.

The promise of payback glinting in her eyes made Spike’s skin tingle with depraved excitement. Seems the girl was giving him back his own medicine.

The End

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