Her Just Deserts

Her Just Deserts (F/F, Spank)
(Previously known as ‘Dawn teaches Willow a lesson’)

Author: IMTCWay

Willow accepts punishment from Buffy’s sister for her own actions in Wrecked.
This story has no artistic merit except that Willow gets spanked – I personally think that there’s quite a lot of merit in that!

Rating: I think most people would consider that you should be an adult to read this.

Pairing: Willow / Dawn

Warning: Willow gets a prolonged spanking.

Obviously nobody here belongs to me, sadly.

Dawn Summers looked up at her sister, who was standing by the bed.

“I’m sorry Buffy, I really don’t know if I can ever forgive her” sobbed the teenager. “She abused my trust in so many ways. I loved her like another sister, and she ….”

Dawn let her voice trail off; there was no need to complete the sentence. Buffy had been there when Dawn had slapped Willow with all her remaining strength; had seen the fear and dismay on her sister’s face; had listened with disbelief as the young girl had described the evening she had endured under Willow’s “supervision.”

“I know, Dawnie, and if it was anyone else in the whole world, anyone, there would be no question of a second chance from either of us. But Willow has sacrificed so much for me. She’s saved my life so often, I can’t just reject her when she goes down on her knees and begs for help. I guess I can’t ask you to forgive her, that I can see is too much.”

Buffy touched Dawn on the back of her head, in a gesture of comfort, and then on impulse, pulled the girl towards her. “What are we going to do?”

The elder Summers girl made her way to her mother’s old room; the room that had until recently been occupied by Willow and Tara, but now held only a sobbing redhead, clad just in a long flowery T-shirt. She stood for a couple of minutes watching, initially making no effort to comfort her friend, but soon her defences were breached and she sat down on the bed next to Willow and pulled her close.

“She won’t forgive you, you know.”

“I don’t deserve to be forgiven.”

“Maybe.”

That was the end of the conversation for some time, then Willow, still sobbing launched herself from the bed.

“I’ll leave Buffy. You don’t want me here. I messed everything up. I’ll go now. I’ll just…”, but Buffy interrupted her by grabbing her wrist and pulling her back.

“Whatever's going to happen, we’ll talk about first. It may mean you leaving – I don’t see how you can stay in the house unless Dawn agrees, but we’re not going to rush into things when we’re all upset.” She took hold of her friend’s chin and looked straight into her eyes. “All right?”

Willow hesitated for a moment before replying. “OK.”

There was silence for several more minutes. Willow was more in control of herself now, and was not audibly sobbing, although her eyes were still red and puffy, and her cheeks were wet. “I’d do anything to make it up to her you know” the redhead finally broke the silence “anything at all.”

“I think it will take more than a special batch of cookies to win her over, Will.”

“I know” Silence again. “You could ask her if there is anything I could do to make it better. Anything that will lessen the hate she feels”

“I don’t think she hates you; she just feels very, very betrayed – understandably.” Willow nodded and said no more.

When Buffy returned later with the shopping, Dawn and Anya were together in the front room. Anya was clearly extolling the benefits of vengeance.

“You’d feel so much better if she was turned into a frog – she hates frogs you know.”

Buffy almost smiled, (Willow and Anya were hardly great admirers of each other).

“I don’t hate her that much Anya, although I wouldn’t mind something quite bad happening to her, something to make her hurt the way she hurt me.” Turning to Buffy she added “is that terribly mean of me?.”

“No Dawnie, it understandable.” As she spoke the words, Buffy suddenly had a flash of inspiration. “Dawnie, suppose you could make bad things happen to her. Suppose you could choose the bad things to be exactly equal in badness to what she did to you. How would you feel then?”

Dawn pondered this question. “I don’t quite understand the question, but I think maybe if we were equal then I would feel OK about her from then on. I don’t see how it could happen though.”

“Would you be prepared to go through with it though – if Willow agreed to let you do it?”

“I guess.”

Chapter 2

The redhead was still in bed when Buffy entered, showing every sign of misery. She gave her friend a half-hearted smile, then looked back down.

“Willow, suppose there was a way that Dawn would forgive you, but it involved a lot of pain and humiliation, would you go for it?”

There was no hesitation in the witch’s response, “Yes.”

She looked at her friend silently for several seconds then added “is there really a chance?”

“Possibly but it would be all your worst nightmares come true.”

“No Buffy, this is all my worst nightmares come true. That could only be the second worst.”

“I’d not be so sure about that” said the blonde gently. “Anyway, I can’t say any more until I’ve spoken to Dawn.”

Dawn and Anya were still downstairs when Buffy went down. They listened with mounting incredulity as the slayer outlined her suggestion. Anya was the first to react. “That’s brilliant. How you think of that?” Without waiting for a reply she went on “I could help Dawnie come up with a full program that would make Willow wish she’d never been born.”

The youngster was less certain, “I’m not sure I could do that Buffy.”

“If you did, and Willow went through with it, would you be quits. Would you forgive her and agree never to bring it up again.”

“I think so.”

“You need to be very certain if we’re to do this.”

“OK Buffy, Yes.”

“Right I’ll put it to Willow, while you draw up a program. If Willow agrees, we’ll organise it, although I will vet your plan to make sure there is nothing that’s actually dangerous to her. Agreed?”

“You bet.” Dawn was now beginning to show a great deal of enthusiasm for the idea.

“I’m sorry Will. You’re not going to like this. What we’ve come up with is a two pronged punishment. First, a very heavy spanking.” At this, the redhead on the bed turned white, and looked down. “I’m afraid you’re not even going to think that the worst. That’s for the pain you caused Dawn. There was also the fear and humiliation that she felt.”

Buffy paused, embarrassed.

“Do you remember once, years ago, we discussed our worst fears and nightmares. Can you recall your answer?”

Willow screwed up her pretty face, which then lit up with enlightenment. “Yes Buffy, Academic Failure and Public …” she faltered as she saw where this was going. “… Public Nudity.”

“Will, we can’t do anything about your grades, but ….”

There was silence as the two friends looked at the floor. “I can’t tell you any more details” said Buffy eventually, “you must trust me to ensure you are not hurt too badly, but you must understand that if you agree you will be naked throughout and will receive repeated bare bottom spankings in front of all our friends. The only other things I can tell you is that it will not last more than one day and Dawn has agreed that afterward there will be no badness between the two of you as far as she is concerned. After everything is over, I will ask you to make the same declaration.”

Willow’s face was now a bright red and she was breathing heavily, unwilling to meet her friend’s eye. Bringing her hands to her face, all Buffy could hear was “omygod omygod omygod”. Finally she looked up, gasped “I’ll do it” and flung herself on the bed in a flood of tears.

It was greatly to Buffy’s shame that as she held the sobbing redhead close, she could only think of what was to come with excitement.

Chapter 3

The Scoobies were gathered in the front room at 2pm the next afternoon when Dawn led in Willow, who was dressed in a yellow t-shirt and blue jeans. Tara could not be traced; presumably she had hidden herself away to recover from the breakup – but all the rest of the gang were present. The younger girl pushed the redhead to the centre of the room then turned to the group “You all know we’re here to punish Willow, and why, so let’s get on with it. Willow, strip down to your bra and panties. Remember you have promised that no magic of any sort is to be used here.”

The shy witch looked round at her friends sitting comfortably to enjoy what she knew would be the worst time of her life. Until now, she had hardly even considered the men that would see her, but now here were Xander, Giles and Spike, all trying to look as if they were totally unconcerned, but failing miserably. She turned away quickly as she realised with horror that Xander was hiding a large lump at the front of his jeans. Her childhood friend was getting off on her misery. Her face would have turned scarlet had it not already been that colour from the moment she entered the room.

“Hurry Up” shouted Dawn, “I want to get started.” There was certainly no trace of mercy in her voice. Although she was trying to hide it, she could hardly wait to begin; she was so excited at the prospect of what was to come. Her sexual thoughts to date had been solely heterosexual, but ever since she realised that she was to have a naked Willow at her mercy her fantasies had had a strictly redheaded witch girl type shape – and such fantasies they were! In Dawn’s head the beautiful Wicca had alternated the last 24 hours between getting her lovely ass spanked and making passionate love to the teenager. Until the recent incidents she had always loved Willow as a friend, almost as a sister, she had just never realised how damned hot the girl was. And now she was hesitating about showing Dawnie her sexy naked body. That just wasn’t fair!

At last Willow’s hands went to the bottom of her t-shirt, grasped the material and slowly, and with infinite reluctance began to drag it over her head, revealing a white cotton bra to the gaze of her watching friends. She removed the garment and let it drop to the floor. With her eyes on Dawn, silently beseeching the youngster to call a halt, she unzipped her jeans and lowered them down her long white legs, bending to step out of them then dropping them on top of the t-shirt. The panties thus revealed were also thin white cotton, and the moment they came into view brought a gasp from Xander, which then caused him to blush, although not to drop his gaze from his friend’s exposed body. Dawn herself was now breathing quickly, but she was otherwise able to hide the extreme reaction that the beautiful sight in front of her had produced. Instead she pointed to the large window at the front of the room, looking out onto the road.

“Willow, go and stand by the window, I want you facing it and touching the glass.”

As the redhead realised what was to happen she drew back in horror, but before she could speak Dawn cut her short. “Willow, you have agreed to this – you asked for it. You will do exactly as I tell you with no delays. From now on you will not speak a word unless I ask you to. The only sounds you are permitted to make are the screams when I spank you. You won’t have any choice about that. Now, nod your head to show you understand and agree.”

The near naked witch stared then tearfully slowly lowered then raised her head in acknowledgment.

“Good, now get to the window.” The girl did as she was told, positioning her body so that it would be clearly visible to anyone passing by outside, her bra touching the glass.

Dawn turned to the scoobies, “Ok guys, we’re going to wait for half an hour to see if we can collect a good audience in the street.

Chapter 4

30 minutes later there were eight men, two women and a couple of children gathered outside, enjoying the view but wondering what was going on.

Dawn walked over to the window, grabbed the back of Willow’s panties and pulled her back one step. She unclipped the white bra and quickly removed it, slapping away the witch’s hands when they tried to preserve some modesty. The men in the street started pointing and clapping, while the children jumped up and down and laughed. Willow’s eyes were facing downwards, but Dawn forced the head up. Tauntingly she continued “Look at the crowd Willow, see how they are enjoying the show you are putting on for them.” In truth she was a little jealous that the people outside were getting a great view of the redhead’s breasts, while she herself could only see the girl’s naked back. She returned to the panties, pushing her hands inside such that each of her palms were groping one of Willow’s buttocks, then lowered her arms so that the one remaining item of clothing was drawn down the older girl’s legs.

“Step out of them Willow.” The redhead did as she was told, with a sigh, and now she was completely naked. Dawn had never in her life seen anything so beautiful as the bare ass that was before her. It was all that she could do to stop herself from grabbing it there and then. The scoobies behind her were also enjoying the scene immensely. Buffy had often seen her friend naked, but for the rest of them it was a huge surprise to see what a killer body had been hidden behind all those baggy shapeless clothes. Reluctant to tear her eyes away from Willow’s bare bottom, Dawn remembered with a gasp what was in store for those glorious globes and resolved to get on with it.

Reaching behind the redhead she grabbed Willow right breast and pulled it to indicate that the girl should turn around. As the older girl complied, with an air of resignation, Dawn’s heart nearly stopped as she discovered what the outside watchers already knew; the redhead’s cunt was completely shaved. The whispers behind her were evidence that the rest of the gang were as surprised as she. Realising that she was licking her lips she stopped with an effort and walked over to a chair that had been placed in the middle of the room. Sitting down, she turned the chair so that her right side was facing the scoobies. She pointed to her lap and Willow walked over and slowly lowered herself over the younger girl’s legs, bare bottom now pointed straight at her friends. A surge of triumph broke over Dawn as she surveyed the naked ass before her. It was going to happen. This was going to be the greatest event of her life. She let her right hand rest on the swell of the redhead’s buttocks, pretending this was just for convenience, as she started to speak.

“Let me explain the rest of the program. I’m going to spank you as hard as I can for 10 minutes, Xander will time it. We’ll then move the chair close to the window so that your bare bottom is pointing out, and I’ll continue spanking you until my strength runs out. You’ll then return to stand at the window, ass facing out, for one hour, while my arm recovers. After that hour, we will start all over again. We’ll go on like that until 7 o’clock.” She looked down at the perfect white skin before her. Willow always kept out of the sun and her whole body was as pale as could be. Well Dawn was ready to give her some tanning of a completely different type. She smiled at that thought.

“I know you’re anxious to begin Willow, so I won’t hold you up any longer” With that she raised her right hand and brought it down as hard as she could across both pale buttocks. “CRACK.” The redhead’s legs bucked up, and she gave a small gasp, but other than that made no sound. As Dawn had expected the outline of her hand was clearly visible on the older girl’s lily white posterior – skin such as Willow’s would mark very easily. She felt a momentary twinge of guilt at the pleasure she was taking in the little witch’s pain, but quickly dismissed it. The experience was much too intense to consider ending it early.

“CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.” Three quick spanks in a row, again across both cheeks, each brought a gasp from the redhead, each gasp sharper than the previous. “CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK” Ten further cracks, this time alternating between left and right buttock, finally ended Willow’s resistance, and at the last blow a piercing shriek left the redhead’s lips, bring only a smile to Dawn’s. On and on Dawn spanked, surprised at her own strength, and now the tears were flowing freely from the older girl. Each blow produced a cry, although none as loud as that first. After 10 minutes Xander called time and Dawn stopped. Grabbing a handful of red hair Willow was dragged to the window, whimpering all the way, as Giles brought the chair and positioned it. Back in place the teen recommenced the punishment, the witch’s butt providing full entertainment for the crowd outside, that now numbered over thirty. Anya leaped up “Oh, I have an idea” and ran out, returning in a moment with a full length mirror. This she positioned in front of Willow’s face, serving the dual purpose of allowing the witch to see the effect her display was having on the good people of Sunnydale, and secondly to allow those good people to see the agony on the girl’s face as each blow fell. As Dawn got back into a rhythm, she looked down at Willow’s now very red backside, and realised that the valley between the globes was still a much lighter colour than the rest. She started to concentrate on this area. Using her left hand she pulled apart Willow right buttock and rained down blow after blow on the inside of the left one. The redhead was also in a rhythm by this time, crying out and sobbing at her cruel punishment. Dawn had a wicked though, moving her target to the base of the left cheek, and letting the tips of her fingers explode on the small puckered opening of Willow’s anus. This broke the redhead completely, producing the loudest scream to date. Five more blows landed on exactly the same spot, and Willow was hardly able to continue screaming, her breathing was so fast and tortured.

Finally the strength in Dawn’s right arm started to go, and the blows on the witch’s ass were little more than pats. Indeed the palm of her right hand now smarted so much that she was in some pain herself. She was however, very reluctant to end her fun. Remaining seated she lifted up her tearful victim and forced her to walk round to face in the other direction. She now made use of her left hand to redden the still pale area of the valley on the right buttock. She also made sure her fingers made frequent contact with the Rosenberg asshole, which continued to get the best audible reaction from its victim. She had as yet stayed clear of the very tempting bald pussy that the sexy little slut was so wantonly displaying; hitting there would be very obvious to all the observers. Not that she doubted she would go there eventually – there was plenty of time still left for that.

Dawn did not have all that much power in her left hand and she soon ground to a halt. She was very glad that a repeat performance was scheduled for an hour’s time – she could not have borne the idea that she would no longer be able to spank Willow Rosenberg’s lovely bottom. With great reluctance she told the older girl to rise, but she was in no hurry to do so. She remained in Dawn’s lap whimpering and sobbing. The teen was in no hurry to bring that to an end either, so she started to gently massage the startlingly red flesh that she had just finished spanking. After a couple of minutes Willow groaned and did get to her feet, tears streaming down the lovely face. The younger girl now led her victim back to the window, seeing that the gathered crowd was now about one hundred strong. Turning Willow so that her ass faced out, she identified the straps that they had secured earlier to the window frame, and used them to tie the girl’s arm and legs, so that she was unable to move, her leg’s wide apart. In the process, the now very bruised buttocks were pulled tightly against the cold, hard glass, causing the redhead to scream anew, and giving the crowd a wonderful view. Anya came and repositioned the mirror, mainly so that Willow could keep up to date with the crowd – so thoughtful. It was touches like that that made her a top vengeance demon.

“You have one hour’s rest Willow, and then we begin again.”

Chapter 5

She made a quick trip outside to see how Willow’s lovely butt looked through the glass. She would not have been able to get to the wondow through all the people gathered, but they parted at her appearance, to let her through. They all wanted to know what it was about. She explained, and they were delighted to know that the entertainment would continue for so long. People started talking into cell phones, to summon more and more to the great spectacle. Turning to the window, Willow’s ass was all squished up against the glass, and the girl was continually writhing trying to find a position of relief, but with no success. Pressing her face up against the window she realised she could see the older girl’s asshole, and pointed it out to the crowd, in a loud voice. Doubtless the redhead on the other side of the glass was now aware of this as well, although Dawn was not sure it would matter all that much to her on the long list of her woes.

She stayed outside for some time, telling everyone Willow’s name, what she was doing at college and so on. Again, the redhead inside now knew that a good number of her fellow citizens were aware that the well spanked naked body on full view belonged to one Willow Anne Rosenberg, graduate of Sunnydale High.

As the hour’s break was coming to an end, and Dawn could feel her strength returning, she had an idea that was really appealing, although she did not know if she dared to go through with it. Deciding she did, she hurried up to her room and quickly removed her jeans. From her wardrobe she picked her shortest skirt, which was very short indeed, and pulled it on. Nice though it had been feeling naked Willow through her jeans, it would be so much nicer feeling naked Willow on her bare legs.

Returning to the front room, Xander stared at her for a few seconds in what she thought was both admiration and question, then his eyes returned to the window. She had to admit, when there was a nude Willow to look at nothing else deserved to get much attention. Releasing the straps that held the still sobbing redhead in place, the older girl fell to the floor, her legs unable to support her weight. It came to Dawn that even if she herself still had her full strength, Willow could not endure another session like the first. In any case, she realised, the important thing was that she could continue looking at and feeling naked Rosenberg, the punishment factor was now passed. So from the start, the power of the blows she produced was much reduced and she just concentrated on enjoying the experience. As she had anticipated, the feeling of the nude girl on her bare legs was exhilarating, and she quickly developed an idea to spice it up even further for the next session. Of course, Willow’s butt was so tender by now that even the lighter blows hurt her immensely and there was no let up in her crying. After a time, Dawn spread Willow’s legs as wide as they would go and started to spank the upper thighs, giving her the opportunity to land occasional blows on Willow’s shaved cunt. The older girl screeched in dismay each time this happened.

As Dawn led the distraught redhead to the window at the end of the second session she decided to be merciful. “Willow, if we do without the straps this time, will you promise to keep your ass pressed tight against the glass.” She had to repeat the question, as the older girl seemed to be on another planet, but eventually a slight nod of the head signalled assent. “If I find your butt is not hard against the glass, it will be back to the straps.” Again, Willow nodded.

Before the third and last session started, Dawn returned to her room, removed her skirt and rolled her panties down her lovely teen legs. They were in any case soaked, she had been in lustful hormonal overdrive for hours in the most intense experience of her life. Looking at the brown public curls between her legs, she produced a pair of scissors and trimmed them as close to the skin as she could get. Using her sister’s razor she completed the task, ending with a pretty pussy that was just as bare as the redhead’s. Replacing the short skirt she hoped no-one realised she was now pantiless, but if they did, it was hard luck. She needed to maximise what she could get out of this – it was her last chance.

As she lowered Willow’s naked body onto her lap (the girl had again fallen to the floor and had had to be dragged to the chair) she waited until the redhead was covering her, then she tugged at her skirt, pulling the material out from between them. A further pull on Willow’s hips brought Willow’s bare cunt into contact with her own. Heaven! Of course she herself was now wide open for the benefit of anyone sitting in front of her, but her friends were all off to the side for that grandstand view of the Rosenberg bottom. She had to keep Willow’s legs tightly together this time, as covering for her own exposed pussy. Willow was completely out of it, hardly even reacting to the, admittedly light, spanks. Dawn was pretty sure she was unaware of the situation. She used this knowledge to move her left hand to Willow’s breasts, tweaking and pinching the nipples as she spanked – Willow’s torso hiding the assault from the scoobies.

After the hour was up she told Willow to stand up, and instead of leading her to the window, grabbed her hand, led her into the hall and out through the front door. There was a huge cheer from the now vast crowd as they appeared. Dawn led the redhead through the throng, amused the see that the older girl was receiving very considerable attention from wandering hands as well as several sharp pinches on her tortured bottom. She rather hoped that the shy girl would be able to remember this in the future; it would devastate her. Lust had not completely replaced Dawn’s resentment at the witch’s actions over the last few days. She asked for four volunteers to support Willow’s torso and was not surprised when all the hands went up. Selecting four at random, she bent Willow at right angles and told them to hold her torso parallel to the ground. She grinned when she saw that one on each side grabbed a tit for support, while the other two both supported her at her pussy. She had positioned Willow’s bottom towards the rest of the crowd and now she started to spank it. Back to full power after a considerable rest, she was rewarded with a set of cries louder than the redhead had produced for some time. Each spank was greeted by a cheer. Although Willow’s ass was so red (indeed black might be a better description) that the spanks produced no visible impression, Dawn was surprised that she still received almost as much of a thrill from each stroke as she had at the start. When finally she could spank no more, she stopped and turned away, knowing what would happen, and wanting it, but unwilling to do or say anything to assent to it. Sure enough there was the sound behind her of continued spanking, and she knew that those members of the crowd nearest to the action were taking their turn. She crouched down in front of Willow’s face, so that the girl would be fully aware that it was not her doing the spanking, although she was really not certain if there was much consciousness behind the eyes.

After about 5 minutes she thanked the volunteers for their efforts (all of them had managed to deliver some of their own spanks) and led the tearful Wicca back into the house.

Chapter 6

It was now seven o’clock and the spanking was over. Dawn led the redhead up the stairs to the bathroom where she put the already naked girl under the shower. Taking the opportunity to retrieve her panties, she returned to the bathroom and towelled down the witch, who seemed unable to act on her own volition. She might have used just a little more pressure than was strictly necessary when it came to drying that area of the girl’s body that had so recently been pure white globes, but who can say for certain. Taking her again by the hand, she led Willow, still naked, down to the kitchen, where she made something for the girl to eat. Back in the living room, where the scoobies were still assembled, she turned to the redhead.

“You are mine until midnight, but - no more spanking.” She thought she saw just a hint of relief on her friend’s face. She realised that she could now think of Willow once more as a friend; the punishment had wiped away the crime. “You will stay nude though, and you will go to bed at 9 o’clock. I want you will sleep in the nude and I want you to sleep on your back.” At this there was a noticeable sagging of the shoulders on the naked girl. “I will come and inspect you in bed to make sure you are obeying instructions. For now, lie on your tummy in the middle of the room, and stay there till bed time.” This was not mercy, Dawn just wanted to continue looking at Willow’s ass.

At ten o’clock Dawn slipped into Willow’s bedroom. She was wearing only a long t-shirt, with no bra or panties, but was carrying a large jar. Willow was clearly on her back, signs of pain creasing her lovely face. Dawn pulled back the bed clothes to ensure that the redhead was naked. “Good girl, I think its time for a reward. Turn over.” With relief Willow rolled over onto her tummy. Dawn spread the redhead’s legs wide apart then opened the jar, revealing cold cream. Taking a huge dollop on her fingers she proceeded to rub it onto the witch’s bottom. Covering all the tortured globes she got cream on both hands and moved down to the valley, massaging and caressing. Taking a further dollop on her finger, she applied it to the redhead’s little puckered anus, and after working it round pushed a finger inside. Willow gasped in surprise, and was further taken aback when Dawn started applying kisses to her butt cheeks, while still working the finger in and out of her ass. Temporarily removing her finger from its task, the younger girl reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her as naked as Willow. Looking back to see what was happening the redhead found her lips pressed to the teen’s as the younger girl attacked her with lust, making no allowance for the ordeal the witch had just suffered. Biting nipples, pinching buttocks it was all on the menu for Dawn. She had no intention of letting the older girl get away. Spanking her had been the most wonderful experience; it was an experience she wanted to repeat often in the future. No-one could say she was not ambitious - her mission was to turn the highly vulnerable Miss Rosenberg into her very own sex slave.