Punishment and Pleasures

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A.U. Story. Warning: Topic of vampire consumption of menstrual blood mentioned. Buffy is on her period and she is feeling bitchy, miserable, lonely and horny. Spike and the Scooby’s are avoiding bitchy Buffy and her homicidal hormonal mood swings. Wanting satisfaction, Buffy seeks Spike out in his crypt wanting to use and abuse him for her own selfish needs. Angry, Spike decides to punish Buffy and teach her a lesson.

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Buffy’s arms and legs were strained and burning, but the soreness of her limbs did not compare to the soreness between her legs. She could easily break the ropes and free herself if she wanted too, but she wouldn't dare attempt it. It was Spike’s warning that kept her in place as he thrust savagely in and out of her spasming pussy. Spike was furious with her and she deserved her punishment.

Buffy had lost track of time as Spike took her six ways to Sunday and in every conceivable way imaginable. He sucked and licked her until she thought she would lose her voice from begging for a release that he stubbornly withheld. He lapped at her fluids both honeyed and menstrual until she yelled every curse word she knew to make him stop. He oiled her puckered back entrance expertly using his fingers until he stretched her in preparation to receive him. Then he slammed his broad and lengthy cock into it showing no mercy as he ruthlessly fucked her until she was raw. He later untied her when the ropes cut into her skin making her bleed from her writhing and tugging. Only then was Buffy allowed to touch him and for the rest of the night he pounded her pussy alternating between feeding on her flow and fucking her senseless.
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It all started when she showed up at his crypt feeling bitchy because of her menstrual period. Dawn and her friends were avoiding her knowing that it was “that time of month” and knew from personal past experience to stay out of her way.

Normally Buffy would console herself by staying at home lying in bed feeling miserable and alone. Patrolling was out of the question because she was not in top fighting form as Slayers experienced Slayer strength cramps, aches and pains. Not to mention that the scent of her blood drove every demon wild within a 5-mile radius, making patrolling a hellish nightmare.

Even Spike avoided her during this time and she thought that it was unfair to suffer alone when she had to endure his mood swings that came to him naturally.

“Stupid blood sucker,” Buffy grumbled. Just because she almost ripped off his head when he showed up at her door worried at not seeing her during one of her spells was no reason to stay away. Especially, when she was feeling so miserable and….horny. Beyond the uncomfortable symptoms assaulting her body, lust was at the forefront as it heated her blood fueling her desire to feel Spike impale her on his throbbing and swollen cock.

Feeling like she needed to vent and fuck someone who would survive her ill-mannered but lusty temperament, Buffy got dressed and made her way to Spike’s crypt.
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Spike knew what time of month it was and sighed as he was going to have to wait until the Slayer was in better spirits to get his rocks off.

He stepped out of his shower after an unsatisfactory wank, the cold water doing nothing to squelch his raging libido. Feeling restless, he decided to go upstairs to warm up some blood to feed on, not bothering to get dressed.

Her scent hit him like a sledgehammer against his skull. He could smell her blood and cursed that she would be so stupid as to go out at night when she had her monthlies.

Before he knew what was happening, the door to his crypt crashed open loudly as Buffy entered his crypt.

“So what do I owe this honor to Slayer?” Spike cautiously said keeping a safe distance between them.

“I need something to take my mind off my cramps Spike,” Buffy pouted fluttering her eyelashes at him. Her eyes raked up and down his sinewy body as she licked her lips when she stared at his semi-flaccid cock.

Spike groaned inwardly as she pulled out the big guns with the pout and the eyelash fluttering. He had absolutely no intention of putting himself at risk by being around the hormonal slayer. For one, he still had his chip and her blood was tempting him to vamp out and bite her to feed on her ambrosial blood. Second, she could rip his head off in a hormonal fit like she almost did the last time he decided to pay her a visit during her period.

“I do believe that you are bleedin’ luv and being around you is never good considering that my demon would feel compelled to bite you. It could only lead to head splitting pain with my chip kicking in. So why don’t you totter off like a good little Slayer and leave a vamp in one piece until you are past your cycle ducks.”

“Angel wouldn’t care about me being on my period!” Buffy blurted out. “He used to lick me clean with his tongue like a kitten lapping up milk.” Mentally she cringed as her hormone addled brain kicked in before she could stop herself.

Vamping out, Spike stormed towards her and caught her arms in a punishing grip. Buffy had never allowed Spike that privilege and Spike was once again reminded that his poof of a grand-sire enjoyed her in ways he never had.

“Never mention that wankers name around me ever again if you know what’s best for ya Slayer,” Spike gritted through his fanged teeth.

Buffy looked into golden feral eyes as they stared back at her revealing the depth of Spike’s emotions. She could see rage, insecurity, possessiveness and lust. She could tell that his demon was struggling against the urge to feed on her blood and to fuck her hard and furiously. It thrilled her since she could feel his steely cock biting against her taking away what little reasoning she had left.

Her hands began moving of their own accord; one dainty hand cupped Spike’s balls while the other encircled his inflamed cock and began stroking it. Buffy watched with delight as his eyes hooded with desire and a deep rumbling sound began from deep within his chest. In the blink of an eye, Buffy heard Spike grunt and then roar as he scooped her into his arms and jumped down the nearby hole leading to his lower chambers.

Before she could register what he was doing, she felt her clothes torn off her body and roughly tossed onto his bed. Ropes appeared out of nowhere and her arms and legs bound and tied to the corners of his bed leaving her exposed to his hungry perusal.

Feeling fearful that she may have pushed him past his limits, Buffy swallowed hard before saying, “Spike….you’re scaring me here. Please untie me before you do something that will set off your chip.”

“Thinking of me now are you Slayer? Funny, but I don’t recall seeing any of that concern before when you wanted to jump my bones looking for a little satisfaction. I’m not a toy and I’m especially not the poof. I think it’s time to remind you just who you are dealing with here darlin'. So I hope you don’t have any plans for the rest of the night because I’m feeling rather peckish and I’m the mood to slowly satisfy my cravings tonight dearest.

Buffy felt the bed dip with the weight of his body as he crawled on hands and knees towards her. The look in his golden eyes made her shudder as he stopped mere inches from her shaved pussy and he slowly ran his tongue along his lips.

Buffy’s eyes widened when he smirked and she knew that tonight was about fulfilling his pleasure and not her own. She regretted her earlier outburst knowing that it hurt Spike’s feelings and stirred up old insecurities. Feeling his fingers part her vaginal lips stroking her ever so softly, she realized that Spike would not accept her verbal apology. Her body was going to be the one begging for his forgiveness and judging from the look in his eye that was not going to be forthcoming easily.
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Buffy’s awareness to consciousness came slowly. Sluggishly, she realized that she was sprawled naked on top of Spike and his cock was still lodged in her pussy.

“Mmmmph,” she muttered feeling like a box of cotton had been stuffed down her throat.

Feeling her stir, Spike’s arms tightened around her as she tried to raise her body off his.

“Going somewhere kitten?”

“Just wanna get showered and dressed to go home,” Buffy mumbled as her nose crinkled up feeling her skin stuck to Spike’s from all their physical exertions during the night.

“What’s the rush luv. Half pint’s with her chum’s and your mates are gone for the weekend. What say we tend to those tender little ouchies of yours by having Dr. Spike work on them…hmmm?”

Wriggling in a half hearted attempt to escape his embrace Buffy felt his cock stir within her.

“How can you still be hard? I mean you’re not on Viagra are you?” Buffy rippled her vaginal walls around his cock as if testing its hardness.

“Easy luv, you’re playing with fire,” Spike said thrusting his hips upwards making her groan out in pleasure.

“Slayers blood, pet. It is the Viagra of vampires,” Spike smirked. Then chortled at her unladylike snort.

“Really?”

Feeling Spike tense beneath her, Buffy knew he was thinking of Angel and the words she blurted out hours earlier.

“Yeah, Buff. Thought you knew that from the broodin’ ponce,” Spike growled.

“Spike, I lied, he never…well I never let him….uh….you know….eat me.”

Spike’s eyes twinkled with pride and quickly his faced clouded over with possessive desire.

Seeing him lean up to kiss her, Buffy quickly pushed him back down saying, “No kissing mister, I know where your mouth’s been.” The firm pout of her lips and the grim look of determination on her face made him cackle with laughter

“Right no kissing on the mouth,” Spike purred as he began pulsating his hips shallowly.

“Sore pet?” His concerned voice told her that he had thoroughly forgiven her.

“A little,” came her soft reply.

“Right so I should stop then,” Spike stilled his movements.

“No, just go nice and slow, honey.”

Hearing her endearment of “honey” melted him, it sent shivers throughout his body as he sighed contentedly.

“Ya know,” Buffy breathed out pausing to mewl at the sensations his body was making her feel. “This is the first time since I started having my periods that I don’t feel bitchy. I think we should do this every month,” she winked and broke out laughing at the stunned bug-eyed expression on his face.

“Dr. Spike's quick remedy,” he teased.

“No…no quickies,” Buffy whispered. “Need longies!”

“I think I can manage that,” Spike drawled in a sultry tone that made Buffy quiver in his arms.

“Good, now make with the loving,” Buffy huskily replied.

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