Buffy the Mayor's Plaything

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Buffy the Mayor's Plaything

"Leave town and give me Faith back" Buffy demanded.

The Mayor looked at her from over his desk.

"No way, young lady. How dare you speak to me in that tone, I've half a mind to put you over my knee."

She was stunned. It was the last thing in the world she had ever expected him to say "Wha..? Put me over y-your knee? I...I"

The Mayor looked at her. Was that a faint spark of desire he saw in her eyes? He decided to press his luck. "Would you like me to do that?"

Buffy looked down bashfully. She stammered "Well, no I...I don't..."

The Mayor pulled his seat back and patted his lap. "Come here."

She was speechless.

"COME HERE!" he ordered.

She had no idea why she obeyed him but she found himself walking around to his side of the desk and tentatively laying herself across his lap, trembling as she did so. She could already feel his erection straining through his trousers and was subtly aware that her nipples were achingly swollen, her cunny already damp.

The cool air flowed over her hips as he pulled her trousers down making her shiver. She gasped with pleasure as he pulled her skimpy pink panties tight
between her ass cheeks, the motion causing the soft material to rub back and forth across her stiff little clitty, the friction against her asshole
causing her to squirm and writhe deliciously.

The coolness was replaced by a pulsing, fiery heat as the Mayor began to beat a steady rhythmn with the flat of his hand on her skin, the sweet pain
coursing through her body. She felt an enormous emotional release as she began weeping, the sound of the slaps joined by her begging and pleading for
mercy, flinging herself up and down, bucking and thrashing.
"No, no, no more, please, I'll be good, I'll be good from now on, I promise"

In the back of her mind she knew she could stop it at any time. She could just get up and walk away. But she knew she did not want to. She felt her
orgasm approaching, thrusting her backside out to meet his oncoming blows, screaming for him to continue, craving more and greater punishment.
"Yes! YES! PUNISH ME! PUNISH ME! Hit me again and again my one and only master, I deserve it, I'm a bad, bad girl!"

She came like thunder, her cries echoing around the room as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

She sighed and whimpered as he gently rubbed her scarlet buttocks. "You know how to thank me don't you?"

She twisted around and looked up at him. She fell to her knees and pulled down his trousers and underwear, releasing his springing errection. She
showered it with kisses then took it into her mouth, licking and sucking with instinctive skill and enjoyment, eagerly swallowing his seed down.

He pulled her up onto his lap and ripped her blouse open, tearing her bra off. She moaned with pleasure as he suckled on her breasts, licking, sucking,
kissing, gently biting.

When he was hard again he repositoned her until she was face down over his desk, fucking her from behind, enjoying the tightness of her cunny that only
Angel has ever sampled once before. Buffy lay there limply, allowing him to do whatever he liked to her, gasping in ecstasy, his hands on her hips as she
played with her own breasts.

His phone rang. He picked it up and answered calmly but did not slow the fucking for a single moment. "Ah yes Harold. Golf on Tuesday, excellent"

"Is this guy for real?" Buffy wondered for a moment before an momentous orgasm blotted all other thoughts from her head. He hit the mute button as
they came but afterwards continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.

She lay there for she knew not how long as he spoke on the phone. The casualness with which he treated her made her feel like an utter slut, a
passing tramp with whom he could simply idly pass a little time with. She found she rather liked the feeling. Besides if she really was a naughty
girl she'd already been spanked...

She became aware that he was stroking her cunny lips with his fingers, obviously well practiced over a hundred years. She felt a fresh wave of
wetness and couldn't help but to flex her legs apart.

Buffy squealed as she felt his finger force it's way into her asshole, deliciously hot and tight, well lubed with her cunny juices.

"My, my," he observed, "I see this is virgin territory."

"Yeeessss Maaaassster" she groaned through gritted teeth as he forced his fingers deeper and deeper inside her "It's totally tight and unused, I saved
it just for you."

Then he was inside her, the intensity of their fucking more than she had ever known before. He balled his hand in her cunt and fisted her mercilessly as he
thoroughly fucked her ass, Buffy loving every minute of it. With expert timing they came together in a screaming torrent of pleasure.

"Hold still" he instructed.

She thought that he might want to spank her again but intstead she felt something hard and damp press into her smarting hip. The Mayor gave her a
playful last slap on the buttocks and beckoned her to stand up. Looking in the mirror she saw the words 'Property of the Mayor of Sunnydale' now printed
on her thigh in indelible ink. The Mayor replaced his official stamp of office onto the table and wrote out a short note on a slip of paper.

He handed it to Buffy. "This is for the tattoo parlour on Main Street. You can get it redone permanently there. Just tell them I sent you."

"Guess my ass really does belong to him now!" Buffy thought.

The Mayor handed her another card. On it was the image of a lingerie clad nymphet, the name of the store "Frilly filly's lingerie and sex toys"
embossed over it.
"Buy whatever you like" he told her "Just have them place it on my account."

She loved the idea. She could put on a lingerie fashion parade for him and a lot more besides. But she felt they needed to set some ground rules "You know
if this is going to work you're going to have to give up being evil. And give me Faith back."

The Mayor looked uncomfortable. "We'll work something out."

Buffy smiled and looked at him pityingly. She could twist her real father and Giles around her little finger with just a pout. With all the things she
could do to the Mayor he would soon be putty in her hands and a useful ally in the fight against evil. The poor sap had no idea! She knew now she wasn't
enchanted.

He was.

Come to think of it, why had she never given Giles a go? She made a mental note to rectify that situation as soon as possible. She remembered with a grin how Faith had tried to steal Angel away from her. Well, now she had her hooks into Faith's guy!

Deep down she loved Faith and knew they'd have to make up eventually. But in the meantime she enjoyed her little act of revenge.

He summoned a limo for her as she dressed. "Is the driver a vamp?"

He nodded, suddenly aware that she was twirling Mr Pointy in a very suggestive manner. Buffy winked at him. "You'd better send someone else to
pick it up in the morning, then."

"And get it hoovered" the Mayor thought, shuddering at the thought of all that dust.

"Thank you Sugardaddy" she told him, giving him a little peck on the cheek before leaving.