Those Who Understand
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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3,965
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2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Those Who Understand
Title: Those Who Understand
Author: Dafmeister
Email: Dafmeister@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse is owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox and a bunch of other people who aren't me. No infringement of copyright is intended blah blah blah...
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Spoilers: Season 3, Season 6
Distribution: Ask and Ye shall receive.
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Have you ever heard of a fanfic author who didn't want all the feedback they could get their grubby little paws on?
Summary: Post-Season 7. There are things no-one else can understand.
Author's notes: My thanks, as always, to Kaz, my beta and advisor.
*****
The flogger bit into naked skin, raising fiery red welts that cut across the faded marks of previous beatings. Lying facedown on the bed, the girl's cry of pain was muffled by a pillow already damp with her tears. For an instant she tensed, almost flinching in anticipation of the next blow, but she forced herself to relax and accept it.
The Mistress didn't keep her waiting, lashing the flogger across her pet's back, adding another set of welts to the three dozen or more she'd already laid down. Her naked body was slick with sweat, her arm burning from the exertion.
The pet's cry was almost a scream, the pain washing over her with such intensity that she didn't realise her punishment was over until her Mistress sat down on the bed beside her and began to stroke her sweat-soaked hair. She rolled onto her side and looked up into her Mistress' eyes.
"Do you feel better now?" The Mistress asked, wiping the tears from her pet's cheek.
"Yes, thank you Mistress."
The Mistress smiled, her face gentle in spite of the ferocity of the punishment she'd administered. "Come here."
The pet repositioned herself with her head in her Mistress' lap and sighed with relief as her Mistress began spreading a soothing ointment over her back.
"I talked to Buffy today," the Mistress said, her practiced fingers never pausing in their work.
"Is she okay, Mistress?"
"She's fine, and Dawn, Giles, everyone."
Something in her Mistress' voice made the pet frown. "Is something wrong, Mistress?"
The Mistress didn't answer right away, staying silent until her pet rolled over to look up at her. "She asked about us again. She doesn't understand why we do this. I tried to explain it to her, but she doesn't get it. None of them do. Why can't I make them understand?"
"They're not like us, Mistress," the pet replied, taking her Mistress' hand in hers. "They don't get that we need the pain, that we can't live with ourselves without being punished. They can't understand us. They're not murderers."
"I suppose you're right, pet," the Mistress said with a sad smile. "In that case, I hope they never understand."
"So do I, Mistress."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, sit up."
The pet obeyed, perching herself on the end of the bed. The Mistress kissed her, tender but brief. "Switch."
At once, the former pet stood up and took the flogger from its resting place, while her erstwhile Mistress lay facedown on the bed. As the new Mistress raised the flogger, her predecessor turned her head to look up at her. "I love you, Mistress."
"I love you, too."
The punishment began.
Author: Dafmeister
Email: Dafmeister@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse is owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox and a bunch of other people who aren't me. No infringement of copyright is intended blah blah blah...
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Spoilers: Season 3, Season 6
Distribution: Ask and Ye shall receive.
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Have you ever heard of a fanfic author who didn't want all the feedback they could get their grubby little paws on?
Summary: Post-Season 7. There are things no-one else can understand.
Author's notes: My thanks, as always, to Kaz, my beta and advisor.
*****
The flogger bit into naked skin, raising fiery red welts that cut across the faded marks of previous beatings. Lying facedown on the bed, the girl's cry of pain was muffled by a pillow already damp with her tears. For an instant she tensed, almost flinching in anticipation of the next blow, but she forced herself to relax and accept it.
The Mistress didn't keep her waiting, lashing the flogger across her pet's back, adding another set of welts to the three dozen or more she'd already laid down. Her naked body was slick with sweat, her arm burning from the exertion.
The pet's cry was almost a scream, the pain washing over her with such intensity that she didn't realise her punishment was over until her Mistress sat down on the bed beside her and began to stroke her sweat-soaked hair. She rolled onto her side and looked up into her Mistress' eyes.
"Do you feel better now?" The Mistress asked, wiping the tears from her pet's cheek.
"Yes, thank you Mistress."
The Mistress smiled, her face gentle in spite of the ferocity of the punishment she'd administered. "Come here."
The pet repositioned herself with her head in her Mistress' lap and sighed with relief as her Mistress began spreading a soothing ointment over her back.
"I talked to Buffy today," the Mistress said, her practiced fingers never pausing in their work.
"Is she okay, Mistress?"
"She's fine, and Dawn, Giles, everyone."
Something in her Mistress' voice made the pet frown. "Is something wrong, Mistress?"
The Mistress didn't answer right away, staying silent until her pet rolled over to look up at her. "She asked about us again. She doesn't understand why we do this. I tried to explain it to her, but she doesn't get it. None of them do. Why can't I make them understand?"
"They're not like us, Mistress," the pet replied, taking her Mistress' hand in hers. "They don't get that we need the pain, that we can't live with ourselves without being punished. They can't understand us. They're not murderers."
"I suppose you're right, pet," the Mistress said with a sad smile. "In that case, I hope they never understand."
"So do I, Mistress."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, sit up."
The pet obeyed, perching herself on the end of the bed. The Mistress kissed her, tender but brief. "Switch."
At once, the former pet stood up and took the flogger from its resting place, while her erstwhile Mistress lay facedown on the bed. As the new Mistress raised the flogger, her predecessor turned her head to look up at her. "I love you, Mistress."
"I love you, too."
The punishment began.