Something New

"Get upstairs." Xander was what can only be described as really
pissed off. His jaw clenched tighter as Anya just looked at him
from the doorway of their apartment building. "Now, Anya."

Anya's eyes widened and she frowned finally going up the stairs
muttering something that sounded like "pushy."

Xander didn't move. This was ridiculous. He was livid and he
needed to calm down. He would not become his parents. He would
not become something for the neighbors to talk about. He just would
not. It took almost twenty minutes of him repeating that before he
finally went upstairs. He was still angry, but he was in control.

At least he thought he was until he walked into the doorway of his
apartment and Anya started toward him. He held up his hand, "Not
right now."

Her eyebrows went together and her lips pursed and she looked at
him. "You are going to spank me aren't you? Should I stand in the
corner."

Xander's own eyebrows both went straight up. "What?"

"Well, I've done something wrong, and your angry." She looked him
up and down. "Really angry. You're supposed to spank me and ...."
Her eyebrows went together as she tried to remember exactly how it
went, "make sure I have learned my lesson."

"Well, hmm." Xander considered her offer. It was tempting, more
than tempting really. From what he had heard about he men of Anya's
first life he did not care much for their ways or how they treated
women, but here they might have gotten something right. It would
certainly be better than a screaming match or even worse the silent
game. Then he thought of something. "Are you sure that one of
those friends of yours isn't going to just show up and vaporize
me?"

Anya looked thoughtful. "Well, I can never be sure."

Xander just looked at her.

She smiled. "I wouldn't think so."

"Anya, go into the bedroom."

"Yes, sir." She smiled again. "Sir's what you say when you're
going to be spanked."

"Yes, honey, now go into the bedroom."

"Yes, sir."

Xander watched her walk into the bedroom and for the first time in
hours he felt a smile on his own face. Yes, this was much better
then the silent treatment. When he walked into their bedroom his
thought was re-affirmed. Anya had gone to stand in the corner, her
arms holding her skirt up behind her back. He moved quietly to the
bed and sat down to study her. It was the longest time he had ever
heard her quiet.

Xander took a breath and smoothed his pants. "Anya, come here."
He was slightly surprised a she obdiently left her corner and came
over to him. They looked at each other a moment before she
whispered. "You're supposed to ask me why I am about to be
spanked."

Xander had to use all of his control to keep his stern look but he
got ahold of himself, and something about the way Anya looked at him
inspired him. He took a hold of her wrist and looked into her
eyes, "Tell me why I am about to spank you."

Anya squirmed a little unused to Xander's tone. Then she tried to
think back. "Because the car ran out of gas, and I was... 'not
exactly being helpful,' is that right?"

"Not exactly helpful," was more than an understatement in Xander's
mind. Through the whole trek to the gas station and the walk back,
Anya had never stopped talking about gas gauges and lights and
stations and being careful until Xander had felt ready to explode.
And it had not stopped then. It had continued through the ride home
and up to the front door of their building.

"Yes, Anya that's right." Xander gently pulled his girlfriend over
his lap and lifted her skirt.

"And now you are going to teach me a lesson."

"Yes, honey, I am." With that Xander raised his hand and brought it
down on Anya's sit spot. At the sound and her cry he looked up half
expecting an explosion of smoke. When there was nothing he brought
his hand down again.

Anya looked up at him. "I think it's supposed to go faster than
that, dear."

Xander raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Then he wrapped an arm
around her waist and began spanking her hard and fast turning her
sit spot pink then concentrating on her crease and the tops of her
thighs watching as her skin turned pink causing her to howl. When
her entire bottom was red, Xander finally stopped and pulled Anya up
into his arms.

She turned into him and curled up reaching back to rub her bottom.
Xander, however, stopped her hand. "No, honey, you don't get to do
that."

She looked up at him sheepishly. "Oh, you knew that."

He smiled and leaned down and kissed her. "Yes, I do know a thing
or two."

THE END