Dawn’s Birthday Present

Dawn’s Birthday Present (1/5)

Author: IMTCWAY.

Rating: Adult (Really!)

Warnings: This story contains lots of spanking. If you don’t like that, don’t start reading. In later chapters, there is a description of sexual acts between two close family members (if you’ve made a guess you’ve probably guessed correctly!) If that grosses you out, its probably better not to start reading, although there’s none in this chapter. Finally, the first four chapters are almost exclusively Fem Slash while the final chapter is mainly het. You have been warned. On the plus side, everything is consensual.

Pairings: Dawn and Willow both get plenty. Others do as well, but you’ll have to read on to discover what combinations are formed.

Summary: My ‘plots’ are really just ways to get Willow’s backside between its dates with destiny. But she will have company – eventually. I’d like to know if you like it, but only if you’re a fan of the genre – if you’re not, leave it alone.

Willow Rosenberg lay back in her hot bubble bath and enjoyed the sensation of simply being alone with herself. No longer the insecure hacker of high school days, she was now much more at home with her body and was able to enjoy the sensations of the hot, bubbly water that surrounded her skin. As her wet hands moved sensuously over her own lightly freckled arms and legs, revelling in the touch, her busy mind was running over the events of the past year. Since the destruction of Sunnydale eleven months before, the gang had made their home in Cleveland, finding the Hellmouth there more than sufficient to keep them busy. Money was scarce, so they had taken a big house on the outskirts of the city, and all of them moved in. The house was ideal in many ways, but the walls were rather thin. Xander had his own room of course, a small one where he still seemed to mourn for the loss of Anya. Buffy and Dawn shared the best room in the house. Willow and Kennedy were still a couple and shared a rather nice room, next to the Summers girls. Faith had a small room next to that, where she ‘entertained’ a large number of visitors, male and female, who never seemed to visit twice! The thin walls ensured that Willow was quite knowledgeable about Faith’s kinky sex life. The other slayers - those that had survived the apocalypse - shared two remaining bedrooms, although some preferred to set up camp beds in the communal areas to get a bit of privacy. The shared experience under the mouth of hell had brought them all close together, but most were strong willed individuals and could be a little difficult to live with. The house did not come cheap, of course, even in the dodgy neighbourhood they had chosen. Many of the slayers (although not Buffy) had found jobs of sorts, although this did not bring in much. Most of the income came from Xander, who had been able to resume his carpenter’s work, and most of all from Willow herself, who had abandoned college and used one of her old hacker contacts to get a well paid computer job. Already promoted, she was bringing in three quarters of the commune’s income.

Normally there would have been one or more of the slayers hanging around, even at three o’clock in the afternoon as it was now. However, Buffy had taken them all away for a training day, and of course, Dawn was at school, so Willow had the house to herself. She had taken a day’s annual leave because today was a very special day: it was Dawnie’s eighteenth birthday. There was to be a big party that evening and Willow was preparing for it. She could do it more easily on her own, so had asked Buffy to get everyone else out of the way – hence the trip. The work was pretty well finished. It had been fun - mostly she hadn’t used magic, but when the cake had been slightly over-baked she had had no qualms about whispering a little spell to make it perfect. The days when she could not trust herself to the magics were long gone - she had used them to save the world and was very proud of that. So now she was enjoying her well earned relaxation before the others returned and the party started.

Getting out of the bath at last she towelled herself dry, critically inspecting her naked body in the full length mirror on the bathroom wall. “Not bad, not bad at all” she laughed, speaking out loud, although there was no-one to hear her. Arching her body backwards and pushing her hips towards the mirror, she ran a critical gaze over her pubic region - which Kennedy insisted was kept immaculately shaved – and licked her lips. “If I wasn’t me, I think I’d want to jump Willow Rosenberg’s bones”, she giggled. Raising her eyes up the length of her torso, she thought to herself, a little regretfully, “Perhaps another couple of inches up top would be nice, but Oz, Tara and Kennedy have never complained!” Turning, she examined her pale bottom, wiggling her hips and bending over slightly to get a better view. She gave her right cheek a light slap and giggled at her naughtiness. “Buffy may have bigger tits than I do, but when it comes to asses, Willow rules!!” Her backside was very much her favourite part of her body. She knew it was good and she knew other people thought so too. Although not vain, her choice of clothing undoubtedly included tight, figure hugging trousers more often than might be expected of the seemingly reserved hacker. She’d caught most of the slayers eying up her ass at one time or another, as well as Xander of course and even Dawn. How times changed. At school she had been considered quite an unattractive little mouse.

It has to be said that this consideration of her own backside was not exactly new. Willow had always been a little fascinated by it. As a young teen with few friends, lots of time for the internet and little parental scrutiny, she had quickly found porn. She became addicted long before she discovered that society in general considered this was something she should not do – as if she cared. Although she never questioned her own sexuality at that time, web sites featuring females were much the most numerous, so these were the ones she saw most. She soon realised that big breasts did nothing for her, but a well turned female bottom (or male bottom for that matter) really turned her on. After a time she discovered sites dedicated to BDSM and spanking. These quickly became her favourites, and there she found stories as well as pictures to excite her. As her own body matured with time she realised to her disappointment that her bust would always be small, but her ass developed spectacularly. She found herself comparing it favourably with those in the pictures and started to identify with the girls being spanked. In the stories, she always downloaded them and used Word to globally change the boy’s name to Xander and the girl’s to Willow. She could then spend hours reading how Xander stripped Willow naked, dominated her, spanked her bare bottom then made passionate love to her.

She’d never taken it any further, of course. With Oz she’d been far too insecure even to think of it. Later, she’d summoned up the courage to deliver occasional taps to Tara’s bottom, in the hope she’d retaliate, but the timid blonde never did. And Kennedy! Although openly, even militantly lesbian, Kennedy hated kink, openly expressing contempt for the ‘perverts’. No hope there of the dark haired slayer taking her over her knee and giving her backside a good old fashioned walloping (although she did boss her about, which Willow found she liked). They were really not all that compatible in other respects, either. Kennedy was always conscious of how others saw her and her dignity was very important. Willow had the feeling that they were drifting apart and she could not feel too sorry about that.

Never mind, life was good in many other ways! Reaching for her silk robe, she slipped it on - delighting in the feel of the satiny fabric against her bare skin. As she slowly made her way downstairs, there was the sound of a key in the lock, the front door opened and Dawn Summers came in. “Dawnie, Happy Birthday!” Willow embraced the teenager enthusiastically, who embraced her back. “We’re all ready for tonight, but I don’t expect the others will be back for an hour or so”. That will give us time to discuss my present to you. What would you like? We about we go to the mall tomorrow and you can pick something out. How does that sound?” Expecting an enthusiastic assent, the witch was a little surprised that Buffy’s little sister blushed and looked at her feet. “What’s the matter, Dawnie? Is that not what you want?”

Dawn did indeed have something else in mind. Something she wanted more than anything else she’d ever wanted. Something she’d wanted for a long, long time. Wanted since the day when Willow hadn’t properly shut down her laptop and Dawn had found it and - curious as teenagers can be, opened it to see what the older girl had been up to. What she found stunned her. The browser that was active in front of her showed pictures of beautiful girls being spanked. And it was clearly a subscription site, and equally clearly Willow was subscribed to it. Dawn was mesmerised. She found she loved what she was seeing. She lapped up every picture she could, then looked in Willow’s email inbox until she found the email containing the username and password for the site. She was stunned to discover there were many such emails. She quickly noted all the details. Now curiosity overcame any lingering respect she should have felt for her friend’s privacy and she browsed the document folder to see what she could discover. What she found there were the edited stories that Willow had downloaded, some dating back to high school. Opening the earliest one, she read about Xander spanking Willow and quickly grasped what was going on. Later ones were about Oz, Tara and then Kennedy spanking the redhead and often treating her little better than a slave. Finding a memory stick she copied all the files off to read later, and switched off the laptop.

Later in her room, she read all the stories. All were about Willow being spanked. Dawn found she was incredibly excited by this idea and read and re-read the stories constantly. She made frequent use of the web sites (when she was sure Willow would not be logged in herself) and downloaded lots of pictures, especially of redheads being punished. In her bedtime fantasies, previously filled with boys from school, there was now only Willow – naked and over her knee. She edited the stories featuring Tara and Kennedy so that it was Dawn that was in charge. Several of these she read every day, but it was not real. She wanted the real Willow.

Her frustrations at home were increasing. The knowledge that she was ‘not real’, ‘did not belong’ had always had an alienating effect on her, and her sister was becoming more and more tiresome – refusing to accept that she was growing up – God she hated Buffy at times! And all the boys lusted after her, never giving poor little Dawnie a glance (they did, all the time, she just wasn’t very observant). Just occasionally her fantasies included both the school friends – although her blonde sister had a much harder time over Dawn’s knee than the redhead, on those occasions.

She wanted Willow. She still liked boys though, so she came to the conclusion she must be bi. As her eighteenth birthday approached, when she would be officially adult, she began to get an evil idea. She knew the redhead would ask what she wanted - Willow always did, back even to the days before the key when she knew the memories were not real. Could she bring herself to ask for what she really wanted? Would she get it if she asked?

“What’s the matter, Dawnie? Is that not what you want?”
Dawn knew she had to act now or the chance would be gone.
“Willow, what I really want, … want more than anything in the world, will… shock you, and I’m not sure if I should ask”. Of course, the teen could not reveal that she knew about Willow’s secret kink without admitting to snooping, which she was not prepared to do.
“Its OK, Dawnie, just ask away. If it’s too expensive I’ll tell you, and I won’t be shocked.”
“Its not that – it doesn’t cost anything. It..its just very embarrassing – for both of us”. The redhead smiled – little innocent Dawnie was so sweet.
“Well if it doesn’t cost anything I’m sure it will be all right. Just ask away”. Dawn sat down. This was the moment.

“Willow, a year or so ago I found I had an interest, a sexual interest (Dawn’s face reddened) you might call it a k…kink (face reddened even more).” At this Willow’s face also reddened, she was not really comfortable discussing sex, especially not with her best friend’s rather gorgeous little sister. Dawn really did not know how to continue. She started a couple of times then babbled and relapsed into embarrassed silence. At last “There’s no non embarrassing way to say this, Will, so I’ll just come out with it. I like looking at girls’ bottoms and fantasise about spanking them. There I’ve said it. Am I evil? Do you hate me?” Willow was stunned. She didn’t know what to say. And where was this going? “Dawnie, I don’t … I mean …” The redhead’s mouth opened and closed but no further sound came out, other than a slight gurgle. The younger girl knew it was too late to turn back, so she pressed on, hoping that all would be well. “Will, you’ve got the most beautiful, sexy … bottom I’ve ever seen. All my best fantasies have been about spanking… you. I just wondered … I wondered if you might, as a very special eighteenth …er… coming of age birthday present, er I’m an adult now, you know… let me spank you!” The last four words came out in a rush. After dropping that bombshell, the teenager fell silent, eyes cast down, but with occasional quick glances at the redhead to see how she was taking it.

Willow’s thoughts were in turmoil. She’d wanted this for so long - but sweet, innocent little Dawnie…? The girl was like a little sister to her. Was in fact a little sister to her best friend. Buffy would kill her if she agreed. But Dawnie was so gorgeous – and legal now, although there was no suggestion of … that (Willow couldn’t even put words to the thought of … that …with a girl she’d first known as a ten year old.)
“What did you have in mind, Dawnie?”
“I was kind a hopin’ you’d just leave the details to me, and sort of … do what I tell you!”.

Willow’s heart missed yet another beat. It sounded like Dawn wanted to be in charge – to dominate her, instruct her, like a mistress. The young hacker had read all this for years. It was just what she’d dreamt of for so long! But little Dawnie as her mistress – even for just one session as this would be? Once long ago she had acted on the adage “Seize the moment” and it had turned out badly, nearly terminally badly! But she was tempted; so tempted. Yes, time to be brave Rosenberg.
“Er..Erm D…Dawnie, how about this? The others should be back in about two hours. You can h…have me for …say, er … one hour, starting now. B.but if you ask for anything I’m not …er … prepared to give, you back off. W…what do you think?”
Dawn was exultant – that was far above what she’d hoped for. She embraced the redhead, in a gesture that made what she thought perfectly plain, then holding the older girl by the shoulders she drew back and looked into her eyes. “But other than that you’ll do what I tell you?”
Willow shivered, scared for a moment of the implications, and delayed several seconds before agreeing. “I guess so”.

Dawn felt suddenly released – it was going to happen. “Ok, I’m take charge girl now. Right, if you want a time out, just say, let’s see, Hellmouth - that’s usually a mood killer. Do you understand, Will?”
A bit shocked by the speed at which things were moving, Willow nodded her head. Still holding her shoulders the teenager shook the redhead violently. “I said, ‘do you understand?’” Realising what was going on, Willow started to act the part she had read about so often, “Yes Miss, I understand.”
“Very well, place your hands by your sides, NOW.” This last was said sharply, though in truth the young Wicca had had no time to obey. Now she rushed to do so. The teenager’s hand went straight to the belt holding the older girl’s robe shut and loosened it, causing the garment to fall open.

Willow gasped, realising for the first time that Dawn wanted her naked, though given the way she was dressed that should not really have been a surprise. As a young teen she had been paranoid about other people seeing her naked body, and it had even made her very uncomfortable to strip for gym. As she got older, she sometimes fantasised about public nudity – it scared her to death but the idea also excited her. As her kinky fantasies had developed, she had often left the door to the bathroom open while she was having a shower, and sometimes sensed that someone was outside watching, although she couldn’t be sure. When in the room with Kennedy she usually liked to be naked, even if she was reading. The brunette did not really approve, but was not going to complain about getting a free peep show! Once Buffy had burst in without knocking and was really embarrassed – although Willow was pleased and gratified to notice that the blonde could not take her eyes off her friend’s … assets! But, apart from that, only her lovers had seen the ‘Full Rosenberg’. Now it seemed Buffy’s little sister was to join the club.

Dawn licked her lips as the lightly freckled body came into view. She had caught occasional glimpses of the redhead in her underwear – inevitable when two people shared a house, but this was so much better. Grasping the robe by the shoulders she raised it high, forcing Willow’s arms back, enabling her to slide the garment off. “Hands on your head now” “Yes Miss”. The older girl was completely nude, a fact that was clearly exciting both of them. Walking round to the back of the Wicca, Dawn could hardly breathe as she caught sight of the ass that had captivated her for so long, seeing it nude for the first time. She reached out a hand and ran it over the bare, pale skin of the buttocks, causing both of them to breathe more heavily. Returning to the front she looked the older girl straight in the eye. “Willow, I’m going to severely punish you for all the torment you have put me through. You kept wearing those tight trousers, which really emphasised your butt. I couldn't keep my eyes off it.” She seemed to be waiting for a reply, so Willow mumbled “Sorry Miss”. “You’re going over my knee, right now. You’ll will stay there for about twenty minutes. During that time your ass will be hand spanked and will receive any other treatment I see fit to award it. Do you understand?” The redhead shuddered, partly in fear, partly in suppressed excitement, but answered only “Yes Miss”. The teenage brunette now opened a draw and produced a long, thick wooden ruler, which she held in front of the naked witch’s face. After that you will bend over the sofa and I will give you fifty hard whacks with this.” She emphasised her intention by cracking the vicious looking implement hard on her palm, where it made a satisfyingly loud noise.

At this the redhead looked alarmed. “Whoa. Wait a minute Dawnie. Time out. Er. Hellmouth. Hellmouth.” The teen was disappointed but stopped the game immediately. “No?” she asked questioningly. “Sorry Dawnie, its your party tonight. I’ve no experience to tell me how much my butt can take, but I’m pretty sure that if you gave me fifty with that I would not be sitting down this evening and the others would wonder what’s wrong. I don’t really want to explain, do you?” “No, I guess not”. Dawn looked so crestfallen that Willow felt she had to go as far as she could to make things right – it was the girl’s birthday. “How about you give me five tonight, and we have another go tomorrow, when I’ll know what effect the first five had. I think five should be all right. Dawn breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks Will, you’re the best” she gasped and embraced her naked friend. She drew back immediately. Wow that feeling had been intense. Now she knew she was Bi, she must really to fuck Willow - she’d never had that powerful a reaction to any man. (Not that she’d ever embraced a naked man!) Good job the cute little hacker did not know the designs she had for her.

Willow dropped her gaze to indicate that the play was on again. Dawn took up where she had left off. “Right, as I was saying, I’ll give you five strokes with this and more tomorrow. Remember, I want to hear you scream with pain, girl”. This last was a hint to the redhead. She had no idea what effect her hand spanks would have on her friend, but she wanted tears, even if it had to be put on. Now for the moment they had both looked forward to for so long. Grabbing the older girl by the hand, Dawn led her to a comfortable chair, where she seated herself and pulled the naked witch over her knee.

She looked in triumph at the scene before her. The girl’s skin was very pale and lightly freckled, even over her lovely buttocks. Willow always kept out of the sun, so there was no hint of tan marks. When she had thought of this moment - as she often had in her fantasies – Dawn had imagined herself starting the spanking immediately. She had had no way of knowing what the reality of naked Rosenberg would do to her virgin self. Her excitement intense - and quite outside the spirit of the agreement she had concluded just moments before - she started an exploration of the first naked body she had had a close encounter with - the one she would have chosen above all others. She didn’t know if she’d get to play with the hacker again – she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

Willow gasped in surprise. While Dawn’s left hand played with her older friend’s small tits, her right roamed free on the girl’s back and legs, finally moving to where she most wanted it to be, the hacker’s ass. At first it just moved softly over the surface, but as the teen Scooby became more used to the feel, she also became rougher. She started to pinch the ample flesh, not hard but with a sort of kneading motion. She was a bit surprised when Willow started to moan in ecstasy. Soon the pinches became harder and Willow continued to moan. All Dawn's good intentions (such as they were) were disappearing as she became intoxicated by what she was doing. There was no longer conscious thought in her actions. Overcome with lust, Dawn brought her left hand into ass service as well, although it was a little reluctant to stop pinching the redhead’s nipples. It was amply compensated however by the chance to move into the valley between the naked buttocks and explore there.

Willow was panicking. She had not expected this. This was becoming far more sexual than she had intended. Not that she would normally have minded, but this was Dawn not Kennedy and she was coming close to betraying her girlfriend. But it was so exciting. Naughty, kinky, dangerous, it all added immensely to the thrill. Suddenly she felt a hand at her pussy, finger tips caressing, and before she could react, one of them entered her. “Hellmouth, Hellmouth”. It was only when Dawn did not react that she realised she had not spoken the words aloud. It was clear then that by remaining silent she had crossed a barrier and nothing would be the same again.

The naughty teenager was amazed that Willow had not called a timeout. She had expected it - it was really pushing her luck to penetrate her friend like that, and no part of their agreement, but she could not help it. The redhead’s cunt just looked so juicy, she could not resist inserting a finger. She felt her friend stiffen, but amazingly she remained silent. Anxious to see how far she could get, she added another and then a third. When the Wicca still remained silent, Dawn started to fuck her with those three fingers of her right hand. In and out, in and out as her left hand continued to explore the rear valley, the redhead started to scream and even to the inexperienced teen it was clear she was about to witness her first orgasm. The index finger of her left hand touched a small opening, and she realised it was Willow’s anus. Without a thought she thrust the finger inside. It met resistance, but it went in about an inch. The older girl exploded, with a scream so loud that the neighbours must have heard it, thrilling the youngster to her core. It was at precisely this moment that Dawn Summers started to spank Willow’s bottom for the first time.

The shock to her ass momentarily dispelled the shock of what the teen had done. If the spanking had not started then she would certainly (probably) have called “Hellmouth”. She had betrayed her girlfriend. There was no way round it. She had never intended to orgasm, but that could be no excuse. She was a bad girlfriend, a bad girl in fact. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. She started to squirm as the blows continued and she started to come down from the heights Dawnie had sent her to. Although she had dreamed of being spanked for many years this was her first actual experience – and it was intense. She recognised that the eighteen year old did not have the strongest arm, but to her inexperienced ass it felt hard enough. None the less, she could feel herself growing excited again. Amazingly, she wanted more.

Dawn was exultant as she watched the beautiful nude backside turn red beneath her hand and in front of her eye. This was the most exciting thing she had ever done. And she was so pleased with herself for distracting her friend before she could complain about her anal invasion as she surely would have. The volume of the older girl’s orgasm should not have been a surprise (they’d slept in adjoining rooms for years) – but it had excited her greatly. She loved to think that people nearby might have heard what she’d done to this lovely redhead, who after all was probably the most powerful witch in the world.

Her hand was getting tired, so she slowed the pace and resumed her pinching of the flesh, getting much more reaction now as that flesh was quite red and sore. This time she examined in more detail that little opening that had prompted such a reaction earlier from the twenty three year old scooby. Willow whimpered as she was penetrated again, but there seemed little point in complaining now – the damage was done, and she was loving the sensations, all of them. Her arm restored, Dawn started striking again. This time the redhead cried out after each blow and after about another twenty, the tears started to flow. After another twenty the redhead was screaming, tears streaming down her face, but as Dawn spanked on she recognised the touch of ecstasy in the screams, but was still surprised when her friend exploded a second time, with a shriek even louder than the first. Dawnie had spanked her dream girl to orgasm!

As the teen alternated between spells of spanking and massaging, both girls lost track of time. Eventually Dawn’s arm was just too tired to continue and giving Willow’s butt one final pinch, she instructed the naked witch to stand. Dragging her by the arm to the back of the padded sofa, she pushed her friend right over it, so that her feet were well off the floor, and admired the now scarlet bottom in front of her. She let no time waste in picking up the ruler. It seemed a shame she could only give the girl five - she surely deserved far more - but if she were to have another go tomorrow (would Willow still agree to that after all the unexpected violations of her body?) she would have to keep to that agreement. Lifting the ruler above her head she brought it down with all her might against the poor exposed, vulnerable buttocks. What a scream came from the redhead’s lips!

Willow was in torment. The pain was excruciating, worse than anything she had imagined. But there could be no doubt – she was getting off on it. To say she was wet would be the understatement of the millennium, young as it was. How could she react like this? A second blow from the ruler landed on the same part of her butt as the first, then a third. She screamed in agony. There was no control anymore, either of her screams, her tears or her pussy. She felt a hand on her flesh, dimly aware that Dawn was exploring again and then that Dawn had penetrated her anus one more time. What was the girl’s attraction for that dark hole? None of her lovers had been interested there and she herself had never explored that avenue! She felt the finger starting to fuck her ass and another hand pinch her sore, sore buttocks. “Dawnie, this is so wrong” she gasped, but it was hardly audible to the young brunette, who would have ignored it anyway by this stage.

The teenager was now totally taken over by her lust. Putting the ruler aside for a moment, she quickly removed her clothes and now stood behind the sobbing redhead completely naked. She returned her attention to the girl’s red bottom, this time using her tongue to cover the surface. Her left hand reached down to her own pussy, sopping wet by now and aching for release. As her tongue reached Willow’s asshole, so recently vacated by Dawn’s own fingers, she paused for a moment – what was left of her conscious mind a little grossed out by what she was about to do. Her lust won, of course, and after circling the rim a few times, she pushed the tip in as far as she could. Could heaven be better than this? With her right hand now buried in Willow’s cunt she pumped herself and the Wicca. The redhead started screaming again as she approached orgasm, although Dawn, reaching the point almost simultaneously, was much quieter. There was however, more than enough noise to mask the sound of the door opening behind them.

Willow was feeling a variety of emotions. Pain and lust mainly, of course, but even through these there was room for guilt and excitement. What had she done? What would happen now? Would she and Dawn have a relationship? What about Kennedy. Suddenly she was aware of a sound from the hallway. Through her tear filled eyes she was just able to make out a group of figures that had entered the room. In shock, she recognised Buffy and Faith, then Xander, ‘Oh my god, Xander is seeing me naked’. Then out from a cluster of girls strode a dark haired one. “What the fuck is happening here?” screamed Kennedy.