I just watched Triangle again, and, In light of Red’s lovely S&M&M, I just had to write this.

Title: Pretty Please? (with Whipped Willow on top)

Author: TheBear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: Triangle

Pairing: W/T /B (eventually)

Summary: Riley finally got a clue and left Sunnydale (Thank GOD!  That pathetic excuse for a man was really starting to get on my nerves!!) Buffy is a wreck, Willow’s a wreck, Fortunately Tara knows how to fix everything.

Warnings:  NC17 Ahoy!  This starts off Angsty, sappy and sweet, but there is BDSM and assorted Smut ahead!

Author’s note:  I have lurked on the list for months, enjoying the wonderful fiction you all have written.  As much as I have wanted to, I haven’t posted anything before this.  I have never been able to write for the BtVS universe- I just can’t seem to capture the characterization like I wanted.  (I wrote X-Files/Forever Knight/Highlander fic)   However; (you just knew there was a ‘however’ coming, didn’t you?) Red’s fic- especially S&M&M, has inspired me.  Allow me to apologize in advance if the characters don’t seem quite on.  Feel free to offer any advice for improvement. 

 

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Part 1

Willow was despondent.  She couldn’t believe that Riley and Buffy had imploded like that.  She thought that Buffy was getting better, but then when Tara told her how Buffy had broken down after class…

Willow felt bad about her reaction when Tara had finished the story.  She had nearly broken down herself, and had seen the look of recognition in Tara’s eye. 

Now she was upset about Buffy’s grief and her own feelings that she was betraying Tara. 

Tara, for her part was confused by the entire situation.  Buffy’s meltdown, and Willow’s reaction.  First, Willow and Anya were squabbling with each other like three-year-olds, Then there was the whole ‘Troll’ issue, and Willow almost being killed, and now Willow breaking down for no reason just like Buffy did.  “What, Willow?  What is it?” 

“I… I…”  She was sure that Tara was going to hate her.  She loved Tara with all her heart, but she had feelings for Buffy too.  She always had, but she never allowed herself to acknowledge them before.  At first it was the whole, ‘Buffy’s a girl, you’re a girl’ thing.  Then she had fallen for Tara and Buffy had Riley, and, ‘Hey why screw things up now…’ kind of thing.  But lately, she had seen how Buffy didn’t really love Riley, and she herself was quite clearly a ‘Girl’s girl’ kind of girl, and hadn’t lost any of her friends, and… “Goddess I babble even in my own thoughts.”

Tara saw the gamut of emotions running across her lover’s face and could tell that Willow was babbling to herself again.  “She’s so cute when she babbles, even silently…” she thought. 

Willow started to cry even harder, “I love you Tara.  I’m so sorry…” she whispered over and over.

Tara thought she had figured out what it was.  When they had just started their relationship, she thought Oz was the threat, but as time wore on… “And after she chose me over Oz,” she added in her thoughts… she realized that Willow was in love with Buffy.  Self conscious and insecure as she was back then, she always feared that Buffy would someday take Willow away from her.  Over time she realized that Willow’s heart was big enough for both of them.  Willow clearly worshiped the ground Buffy walked on, but she also loved and adored Tara herself. 

Besides, Tara thought Buffy was a hottie.

“Shh. It’s ok, Willow” she whispered to her tormented lover.  “It’ll be ok.”

Willow’s self-flagellation wouldn’t allow her to accept platitudes of forgiveness, especially when she was certain that Tara couldn’t know just how badly she had betrayed the golden-haired witch.  “No, Tara!  It w- w- won’t be,” she started, her breath hitching with sobs.  “I’m a terrible person, a horrible girlfriend.”

By this time Willow had her face buried in her lover’s lap, kneeling before her while she sat on the end of their bed.  Her tears were soaking Tara’s skirt.

“You love her, don’t you?” Tara asked, already knowing the answer.  “That’s why you’re so upset.  You are in love with Buffy, aren’t you?” she asked sternly. 

A cold dagger of fear spiked through Willow’s heart and a fierce dread instantly suffused her body as she jerked back, meeting Tara’s gaze for the first time in almost an hour.  “Oh goddess… Tara… please!” she cried.

Tara maintained her austere demeanor, though it was difficult not to give in to the desire to comfort her lover, “Please what, Willow?”

Willow was absolutely convinced that she had lost Tara at this point.  She was utterly despondent as she looked into the severe gaze of her “Former?” lover.  “Oh goddess Tara!  Please don’t leave me!  I love you! Please don’t leave me.  She collapsed back into Tara’s lap, arms around her waist and grasping with all the strength remaining in her grief-wracked body.  She was certain that Tara would get up and walk out on her forever.  She kept crying, “I love you, please don’t leave me!” over and over.

Tara wasn’t made of stone.  Her desire to comfort her lover warred with her desire to exact some small measure of retribution for worrying about Willow leaving her for Buffy for so long.  She remembered something she had wanted to do with the Fire-haired witch almost since their first kiss.

Stroking Willow’s hair away from her face, Tara leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Shh, Willow.  I’m not going to leave you.”

Willow sat back on her heels, desperately tried to sniffle back her tears, “You’re not?  But… but…” She was bewildered- happy but very confused. “You’re not mad?  I’ve…”

Tara broke in at that point, her voice low and sultry, while simultaneously promising dire consequences, “You… have been a *very* naughty little witch.”

The tone of her voice, combined with the words she said captured Willow like a paralysis spell- she was aware, but unable to move or speak.

Tara sat back, Willow’s eyes following her own as though they were locked to her gaze.  She looked down on her lover, posed as though in supplication and Tara felt hot desire begin to pool at the juncture of her thighs at the thought of taking her, bending the tear-stained redhead to her will.  “You’ve been keeping something from me, haven’t you?  You thought I didn’t know about your feelings for the Slayer, didn’t you?”

Willow’s breath caught, and she couldn’t respond.

“I’m afraid you are going to have to be punished,” Tara began.  Immediately she noticed Willow’s pupils dilate almost to the extents of her lovely hazel-green iris.  “Stand up,” she quietly commanded.

“Oh, goddess. Oh, goddess,” began to run through Willow’s mind like a mantra, as her body obeyed Tara’s command of it’s own volition.

Tara gestured toward her trembling lover and said, “Retectum”

Willow gasped as her clothes tore away from her body, flying from her in rags as though she had been the center of a powerful explosion, leaving her entirely naked and flushed.

Tara’s own eyes dilated in undisguised lust as she stared at the sight of her red-headed goddess, naked and trembling before her.  Her arousal was thick and hot, staining her panties as it sought to flow from her center.  She would later wonder how she had managed to maintain control over her actions, and not immediately leap upon and ravish the beauty before her.  She arranged herself so that Willow could lay across her lap with her upper body supported by the bed, with her legs hanging down off of the edge.  She didn’t say a word but held her hand out to Willow and guided her down over her thighs into the proper position.

Willow’s breathing began to come hard and heavy as she realized what Tara meant to do to her.  “Oh my goddess, yes!  I need to be punished!” she thought desperately.

Tara gently stroked her lover’s buttocks, covering every square inch of the delectable flesh.  “Dear goddess, I think I’m trembling as hard as Willow,” she thought to herself.  She continued her stroking as she leaned down to her lover’s ear and whispered, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice you staring at her when we were researching?  That I wouldn’t see the jealousy on your face whenever Riley touched her?”

The anticipation was too much.  Willow groaned so loudly that she vibrated the entire bed.  “Oh, Tara, I’ve been so bad!  Please, pretty please!  I need to be punished!”

Tara felt the wet heat of Willow’s arousal soaking through the material of her skirt, drenching her thigh with her sticky sweetness.  She continued to whisper in Willow’s ear as she raised her hand to deliver the first blow, “You should have trusted me, Willow.” *Spank*  “I could have made it happen for you.” *Spank*  “I still could.” *Spank*

After the first strike Willow thought she had never felt anything so right in her entire life.  By the tenth- with cheeks on fire, and her lover whispering in her ear that she could have both Tara and the Slayer, if only she would trust her- her moans turned into a shriek of ecstasy as a powerful orgasm swept through her.

Tara knew that Willow was on the verge of release by the sixth blow, but she imagined that she would have to swipe her clitty at least once before she would be able to crescendo.  She was at once pleased and amazed at her lover’s responsiveness.  She immediately reached inside Willow with two fingers, seeking to prolong the orgasm as long as possible.

Willow shrieked again as she felt her love’s fingers enter her and stroke just the right spot to extend her pleasure beyond anything she had ever imagined. 

Tara heard her lover’s scream of pleasure dwindle into a warbling moan as her entire body shuddered and shivered with the power of her release.  She withdrew her fingers and couldn’t help bringing them to her mouth, inhaling the potent scent of her lover’s honey before sucking them clean.  She herself moaned at the sweetness of her love.

The last thing Willow felt before succumbing to Morpheus’ embrace  was her lover dragging her boneless flesh off of her lap and into her arms before falling back on the bed.  She tried to tell her how much she loved her, but all that came out was something like “ovyu tar”

Tara smiled at her lover’s mumbled attempt at affection as she arranged them in a position to sleep.  “Hush, honey.  I love you too.”

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Title: Pretty Please? (with Whipped Willow on top)

Author: TheBear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: Triangle

Pairing: W/T /B (eventually)

Summary: Riley finally got a clue and left Sunnydale (Thank GOD!  That pathetic excuse for a man was really starting to get on my nerves!!) Buffy is a wreck, Willow’s a wreck, Fortunately Tara knows how to fix everything.

Warnings:  NC17 Ahoy!  This starts off Angsty, sappy and sweet, but there is BDSM and assorted Smut ahead!

Author’s note:  I have lurked on the list for months, enjoying the wonderful fiction you all have written.  As much as I have wanted to, I haven’t posted anything before this.  I have never been able to write for the BtVS universe- I just can’t seem to capture the characterization like I wanted.  (I wrote X-Files/Forever Knight/Highlander fic)   However; (you just knew there was a ‘however’ coming, didn’t you?) Red’s fic- especially S&M&M, has inspired me.  Allow me to apologize in advance if the characters don’t seem quite on.  Feel free to offer any advice for improvement. 

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Part 2

Buffy was too busy with her internal conversation to hear a word the instructor was saying “More like spraying…” she mused to herself.  “How surreal is my life?” she asked herself silently.  “Last night I fought a Troll; today I’m worried about the professor spitting on me.  Can we say ‘Eww?’”

Her thoughts, despite her best efforts, kept drifting back to the look she had seen on Willow’s face this morning in class: satisfaction.  “She looked like she had been well and thoroughly…” Buffy’s thoughts went from words to pictures as she imagined what could put such a look on her best friend’s face.  What, not who.  She knew who.  Even if she hadn’t automatically assumed that Willow’s girlfriend Tara had been responsible for that blissful expression, the smug ‘cat who ate the cream’ look on her face, and pointed glances toward the exultant redhead would have given it away.  “… Ate the cream.  Mmmmm” she thought before mentally slapping herself.  “Bad Buffy!  No thinking of Willow’s cream!  Even if you have always wanted to taste…  Stop it!”

Buffy lived in denial about her feelings for Willow.  It was easy at first. Girl-girl relationships in highschool were virtually unheard of, plus Willow had a crush on Xander- clearly hetro-gal.  Then there was Angel, Hunk of manly goodness with a Psycho surprise in the center.  By then, Willow had Oz, and Buffy would never interfere with that relationship. 

Then when Oz left, Buffy almost went for it, despite the fear of messing up their friendship, and of course the fear that Willow was Hetro-Only.  She went as far as telling her that she loved her, holding back the corresponding thought that she wanted her, also.  Then it seemed like Willow was practically throwing Riley at her, and he was cute… “Really nice arms,” she thought.  Riley was sweet too, but Buffy would have rather had Willow.

Then came the shocker- Willow rejected a returned (and apparently wolf-free) Oz, in favor of a Witch in her Wicca group named Tara.  She had been stunned, and Willow thought she was freaking out over the thought of her being with a girl, well to be honest, she was; but not because it repulsed or disgusted her.  Rather, she was kicking herself for not being brave enough to tell Willow how she felt about her.

So, Buffy latched onto Riley.  And, Riley was sweet, and cute, and nice… “and boring, and needy, and then there’s the whole Blood-whore thing!” she thought.  Honestly, though, she was just using Riley.  She was in love with the idea of being loved.  Xander had hit the nail on the head when he accused her of treating him like a convenience.  Even at the end when she was chasing down the helicopter, she was more afraid of being alone than she was of losing Riley specifically.  “It’s better that he’s gone,” she tried to convince herself. 

The only problem was, now she was alone again.  And lusting after her best friend, whose girlfriend was sitting right next to her, right now.

Sitting there with that same smug grin she had had all day.  Looking far hotter than she had any right to look.  And she was back to being stuck on that thought, “What did you do to Willow to make her look like that?”

Almost unvoiced in her head was the quietly whispered thought; “I wonder if you could you do it to me, too?”

***

Tara was trying to pay attention and take notes, but it was hard.  She kept flashing back to how she had woken up that morning to the sensation of her lover’s mouth firmly attached to her yanni- tongue buried deep inside, and nose swiping back and forth over her little nubbin.  She didn’t know exactly how long Willow had been down there, but it seemed like only a few moments after waking that Tara was blessed with pulsing waves of pleasure rippling out from her center and through her body to her toes and fingertips.  She thought for a moment that she could actually feel the follicles on her scalp quivering in sympathetic delight. 

Her lover kept locked in place until the waves subsided, loudly slurping down every last drop of her passion.  She then proceeded to gently clean her up with her tongue.  Tara then watched through half lidded eyes as her lover slowly ascend her body, gently kissing and stroking her with her face.  When she finally got to her mouth, she dropped a gentle, almost chaste kiss on her lips and then said in her little-girl voice, “I just wanted to thank you… you know- for last night?  It was… I never imagined… wow.  Just, wow.  Thank you Tara.”

All in all, that was exactly how Tara would want to wake up every morning for the rest of her life, if she could.

Of course, thoughts from this morning weren’t the only things serving to distract her from the professor’s lecture.  Tara’s plans for this evening were even more titillating.

For a long time she had wondered if Buffy wanted Willow.  She seemed reasonably happy with Riley, certainly quite active with him.  However, she occasionally noticed Buffy looking at Willow with what could only be described as… longing.  The thought of watching Buffy and Willow together was definitely causing some moisture to collect in Tara’s center.  What was making her almost salivate, however, was the thought of putting Buffy over her knee like she had done with Willow last night.  “Who’d have thought?  Shy little Tara, a closet Dom?” she thought humorously. 

This morning she had noticed Buffy noticing Willow.  Willow had a still-sated look on her face from her spanking the night before, and it seemed to be arousing Buffy.  She could barely drag her eyes from Willow’s face long enough to answer any questions or comments Tara brought up. It wasn’t until Willow was completely out of sight as she left the other two for her 9:30 a.m. class that Buffy actually managed eye contact with Tara for the first time that morning.  Tara thought that Buffy might be amenable to suggestion, if she presented it in the right manner- after all, she knew Buffy would do anything to help out her best friend.

Even though the thought of broaching the subject with the Slayer was making her very nervous, she focused on the fact that she had promised Willow that she would make her fantasy come true.  Plus… she really, really wanted to spank Buffy.

***

After class, Buffy and Tara both got their stuff together and walked out of the room in silence.  Each lost in their thoughts. 

Buffy was alternating between thoughts about Willow- and Tara putting that expression on Willow’s face- and guilty self-flagellation for having such naughty thoughts about her friends. 

Tara was rehearsing in her head her angle of attack to get Buffy to join her and Willow for a little spankfest tonight.  When she thought she finally had it worked out in her head, she tried to get Buffy’s attention. “Buffy, Can I talk to you about something?  Buffy?”

After several moments Buffy finally realized that Tara was talking to her.  As it happened to be in the middle of one of her bouts of self-recrimination, she was especially mortified.  “Oh, God Tara!  I’m so sorry, I was…  My mind… Sorry.  What were you saying?

“Wow- blushing, babbling Buffy is almost as cute as Willow!” Tara thought.  Out loud she answered, “I w-wanted ask for a favor.  I need your help with Willow.”

Buffy’s eyes opened wide in concern and she gabbed Tara’s arm as she came to a halt, “What’s wrong with Willow?  Is she Ok?  Are you guys having…”

Not wanting another meltdown like yesterday, Tara hastily reassured the worried Slayer, “No, no! She’s ok.  We’re fine, its just…”

“What, Tara?”

“Willow’s having a hard time dealing with an e-emotional issue.  It’s kind of something she has been worried about for a while now and she needs your… and mine… she needs our help to work through it?” Tara asked, playing up the shy act a little.  She felt a little bit guilty for trying to trick her friend, but weighed against the mental image of Buffy’s tanned bottom turning a rosy-pink as she laid in to it; well… she decided she could live with a little guilt.

Buffy was embarrassed at her own ambivalence over the thought of problems between Willow and Tara and didn’t even ask what the problem was, she just said, “Yeah, yeah… Of course, Tara.  Look, Mom went on a buying trip since she’s feeling so much better, and she took Dawn with her- kind of a bonding thing since Dawn was so upset about the whole hospital thing.  So, it’s just me for the whole weekend.  Why don’t you guys come over at about 9?  If I’m not back from patrol yet, just let yourselves in and wait, Ok?”

Tara couldn’t keep the half-smile off of her face, and she hoped Buffy mistook it for gratitude.  “Thanks Buffy, that would b-be great!”  Before Buffy could ask any details, Tara said, “I’m going to g-go find Willow, Ok?  We’ll see you tonight, OK?”  As she hurried off, she thought “Perfect!  Buffy is going to have her socks knocked off when she walks through that door.  I just hope the slayage isn’t too rough tonight.  I want her horny, not exhausted.”

***

Buffy walked in the kitchen door to her house, wondering if the girls were here already.  “Honey, I’m home!” she yelled out.  “Hmm, I miss having a honey waiting to see me,” she thought.  “Mmmmm, I’d really like to have Willow waiting for me to come home…”

Buffy’s reverie was broken when she heard Tara calling from upstairs, “We’re up here Buffy!”

Buffy’s thoughts returned to Willow’s ‘problem.’  She’d been thinking about it during her patrol.  Thinking, and thinking, and thinking.  She’d been jumped by a couple of vamps while she was distracted with thinking.  One of them she dusted easily, but the other pulled a jackrabbit and took off while she was dusting his friend.  She had chased him down and would have caught him but he leapt into a passing pickup and she wasn’t quite close enough to grab a hold.  Needless to say, she was pissed off about it. 

As she went up the stairs she couldn’t help but remember one of her and Faith’s conversations.  “Isn’t it funny how slaying makes you hungry and horny?”  Buffy had been mortified when all of her friends all turned to look at her with that questioning glance.  She made some inane comment about yogurt. 

The truth was, she could usually handle the feelings that slaying caused.  Usually.  But, when one got away- when there was no climax to the battle; she was left feeling… frustrated.  Usually those nights found her riding poor Riley nearly through the bed (not that he complained), or- when she was single- giving her vibrator a serious workout. 

Usually her vibrator fantasies included visions of her best friend, Willow, which left her feeling guilty when they were younger, and just more frustrated now-a-days.

As she opened the door to her room she was muttering under her breath, “It’s a good thing Tara’s here, or I’d be half tempted to jump…”  Her thoughts came to a screaming halt and her jaw headed for the floor as she took in the sight before her.

 “I’m glad you’re here, Buffy,” Tara purred in a most decidedly Un-Taralike voice.   “Willow needs your help.”

End Part 2

Title: Pretty Please? (with Whipped Willow on top)

Author: TheBear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: Triangle

Pairing: W/T /B (eventually)

Summary: Riley finally got a clue and left Sunnydale (Thank GOD!  That pathetic excuse for a man was really starting to get on my nerves!!) Buffy is a wreck, Willow’s a wreck, Fortunately Tara knows how to fix everything.

Warnings:  NC17 Ahoy!  This starts off Angsty, sappy and sweet, but there is BDSM and assorted Smut ahead!

Author’s note:  I have lurked on the list for months, enjoying the wonderful fiction you all have written.  As much as I have wanted to, I haven’t posted anything before this.  I have never been able to write for the BtVS universe- I just can’t seem to capture the characterization like I wanted.  (I wrote X-Files/Forever Knight/Highlander fic)   However; (you just knew there was a ‘however’ coming, didn’t you?) Red’s fic- especially S&M&M, has inspired me.  Allow me to apologize in advance if the characters don’t seem quite on.  Feel free to offer any advice for improvement. 

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Part 3

“I’m glad you’re here, Buffy,” Tara purred in a most decidedly Un-Taralike voice.   “Willow needs your help.”

Buffy heard the words, but they took several moments to register.  The sight before her had disabled her higher mental functions.  Tara was dressed like Buffy had never seen her before- Knee-high black vinyl boots with a 4” stiletto heel, a black vinyl mini-skirt that looked like it was painted on.  Topping it off was a bustier- also in black vinyl- that pressed Tara’s breasts up and together as though presenting them up on a platter.  It barely came up over her nipples, and presented what looked like acres of pillowy soft cleavage.  She had a large amount of dark green eye-shadow, and black eye-liner that tapered off to an upswept point at the outside of her eyes.  Her full lips were blood-red and had that half-smile/smirk that only Tara could pull off. 

The image of Tara in that get-up was enough to cause Buffy’s frustrated hormones to flood her senses and would have brought her to her knees- but the vision that was Willow had her completely frozen in place.  Her eyes were so wide that she could be mistaken for one of those characters in a Japanese Manga cartoon.  She was dressed like a catholic schoolgirl in white shirt and pleated skirt.  White knee-high socks and polished black shoes completed the ensemble. 

Any comparison to an innocent schoolgirl; however, was eliminated by the shirt having the top four buttons undone, revealing a lacy red push-up bra, and the leather collar around her neck, to which was attached to a thin silver chain. Plus, Willow was on her knees at Tara’s side, and Buffy noticed that the other end of the chain was in Tara’s hand.  The look on her face was sad puppy eyes, spiked with just a hint of naughtiness.

“Wha… Wha…” Buffy stammered as the words Tara had spoken finally filtered into her brain.

Tara’s smirk had gotten bigger as she waited for Buffy to finish taking it all in.  She knew she was looking exotic and dangerous, and Willow… “Wow, If I do say so myself!” she thought.  The mixture of innocence and sexiness she had dressed Willow in had been too much for her to take at first.  “It’s a good thing we started early,” she thought.  As it was, she had had to redress her red-haired lover- and reapply her own makeup- twice before she could get them out the door and on their way to Buffy’s.  Even then, she had made Willow go down on her once they got to the Summer’s residence- “just to put her in the properly submissive frame of mind,” she rationalized. 

The real reason, of course, was that the sight of her lover in that outfit, on her knees in supplication, was more than she could stand.  If Buffy had been five minutes longer, she would have found them in a more compromising position. 

Willow, she knew, was on the ragged edge of desperation herself.  Tara hadn’t let her cum all day long.  In fact she had strictly forbidden Willow from touching herself below the waist.  She told her that she would have to wait until at least the first strike from Buffy’s hand before she could let go.  Willow had whined and pleaded but Tara had somehow managed to remain firm; though she had eventually had to bind Willow’s hands behind her back as she kept trying to sneak one up her skirt.

“Stay, pet.” Tara said as she strutted over to Buffy.  Leaning in close to Buffy’s ear, just so the Slayer could feel her hot breath, she said, “Willow’s been a naughty girl, Buffy.  She has been hiding something from us… something important.  She made her amends to me last night, but she still has to earn your forgiveness.”  Turning to the supplicant witch she added, “Don’t you pet?”

Willow kept her eyes on the floor, playing the part even though it was sheer torture not to look up at Tara and Buffy.  “Yes Mistress Tara,” she whispered.  “I’ve been bad, Mistress Buffy, so very bad.”

“Yes, she has been bad,” Tara confirmed.  Taking a step back from Buffy she continued in her uncharacteristically sultry voice, “Willow’s been hiding the fact that she wants you, Buffy.  She’s had the hots for you for years now, but she’s hidden it so you wouldn’t know.  If that isn’t just plain evil, I don’t know what is!”

Buffy’s mouth went dry and she started to tremble.

“What Willow needs from you, Buffy, is to be punished for her naughtiness.  She needs a good spanking, and then she can make amends to you,” said as she held out the chain for Buffy to take.

Buffy was still frozen in place, her thoughts whirling as the things Tara said elicited mental images straight from Buffy’s most erotic fantasies.  Willow wanted her- wanted to be spanked?!- and Tara was encouraging her to do it!  A million and one questions were tearing through her brain, “What does it mean?  What will happen next? What will everyone think?  Mistress Buffy?”  Any thoughts of this not happening, were crushed under the overwhelming desire that flowed through her veins.  Concerns about what happens next would be given appropriate- probably more than appropriate- worries later.  Right now the smell of arousal permeating the room was suffusing her senses and pushing out any options other than moving forward with this.

Willow was getting a little (ok, a lot) desperate.  “Please, Mistress Buffy?  I’ve been so vewy naughty.”

“Oh God…” Buffy rasped out.  Willow was using that little-girl voice.  Buffy could never resist that even in the best of times.

***

Tara smiled as Buffy reached out for the chain.  She took Buffy’s other hand and lead her over to the bed to sit down.  She got on her knees behind Buffy and sat down so that Buffy was between her thighs, and her back was pressed up against Tara’s chest.  Had Buffy been able to see behind herself, she would have noticed that Tara’s skirt rode up her hips, leaving her completely exposed, as she wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt.  Had she been able to pry her attention off of the redhead kneeling at the other end of the chain she was holding, she would have felt Tara’s moist heat against her denim-covered backside.

Tara began whispering in Buffy’s ear, guiding her through what to do.  She silently obeyed Tara’s instructions, leading Willow to her side with the chain, then guiding her up and over her lap.

Willow was sopping wet already when Buffy put her over her knees.  “Oh, yes Mistress Buffy, I’ve been horrible to you.  I need to be punished, please!” she moaned out.

The moment Buffy lifted Willow’s skirt up onto her back- revealing the witch’s smooth, naked flesh- Buffy’s own arousal bubbled over and poured forth from her, saturating her panties and jeans.  The smell of her own arousal combined with the scent of the two wet witches, causing Buffy’s respiration to increase until she was pumping air through her nose and slack-jawed mouth like a bellows.

“Start off by stroking her skin, let her feel the hand that will soon be reddening that glorious flesh,” Tara whispered.  “Tell her she’s been bad.  Tell her you’re going to punish her for hiding her feelings from you.  Tell her how you feel, Buffy.”

Buffy began quietly, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Willow.  You have driven me crazy for years!”  Beginning to let her feelings out, Buffy tightened her grip on the chain- pulling lightly against the collar, just to remind her that it was there.  Her voice stronger now, she continued, “Oh God! I am so going to spank your beautiful little ass for that!”  Buffy’s stroking became a little rougher as she started to scrape her fingernails over the pale globes, “Every time you sit down tomorrow you’re going to remember this, you naughty little vixen.”

Willow felt like she was dying.  Buffy was scaring her a little, and it only served to spike her arousal until she felt like she was going to cum before the first blow.  The thought of all that power in the Slayer unleashed on her like this… all she could do was groan in delight, “Yes Mistress Buffy! Please! Punish me! Make me pay for what I’ve done!”

“Oh, you’ll pay…” Buffy promised as she drew her hand back and brought it down with a hard *Smack* on the luminous skin laid out before her, catching her just above the crease where the thigh joins the butt.  She was mindful, however, of her enormous strength- she didn’t want cause any lasting harm.

Willow shrieked in ecstasy.  The frustration of going all day without release, while being teased and tormented by her lover- Tara making Willow bring her off several times, and prancing around before her in that black vinyl delight- had her on the ragged edge of orgasm to begin with. 

Marveling at the fact that Willow was cumming just from a single spank, Buffy laid into the redhead- making sure to cover every square inch of her ass with little red Buffy-shaped handprints.  Then she began overlapping them until Willow’s backside was a uniform red over it’s whole surface, and heat was pouring off of the skin.  By the third strike, Willow’s was so wet that it was actually splashing when Buffy would hit her low enough.  Buffy’s jeans were soaked, the bottom from her own arousal, and her lap from Willow’s; even her hand was wet from the splashed cream. 

Buffy’s whole body was tingling as she watched the delicious witch shudder and twitch in her lap.  She let go of the chain with her right hand, and looked at her left, glistening wet with cream of Willow.  She smiled at that thought and slowly brought her hand up to her face.  She inhaled the scent, savoring the musky sweetness of it.  She tentatively reached out with her tongue and tasted it from the palm of her hand.  It was sweet on the tip of her tongue, and just a little bit tart on the sides.  It combined with the slight earthly salt of her sweat, into a potent lust-cocktail.

Buffy licked her hand clean, moaning in pleasure and anticipation when Tara whispered in her ear, “Wait until you taste it direct from the source!”

Willow was finally coming down from the intense high of her orgasm.  She slipped off of Buffy’s lap onto the floor and kneeled before her, her face laying on Buffy’s feet, as her hands were still bound behind her back.  She was crying- the emotional release almost as powerful as the physical.  She was really looking forward to the next part- “Making Amends!”

***

Tara adjusted her legs so that she they were along-side Buffy’s.  She then reached behind her and unzipped her bustier.  Scooting back away from Buffy, she peeled off her top, allowing her breasts to fall free of the restricting garment.  She unzipped the crumpled vinyl skirt and peeled it away as well, leaving her naked but for the boots.

Buffy heard the unzipping and peeling behind her and was frozen in place.  She wanted to look, but was unsure of what she was supposed to do.  Tara hadn’t told her what to do yet. 

Tara smiled at Buffy’s posture, realizing that she was, at least for now, instinctively submissive to her.  Her heart leapt at the thought that she had dominated Buffy Summers.  “Mistress of the Slayer!  That should end my reputation for being a meek little mouse!” she thought exultantly.

“You punished Willow, but she still has to make amends to you before she has earned your forgiveness, Ok?”

“Ok…” Buffy answered, not entirely sure what ‘amends’ was, but hoping that it was something that would address this ache that had developed deep inside her while she was spanking Willow.

Tara decided to press her luck, hoping Buffy would play along, and not take offense.  She leaned forward, brushing her painfully erect nipples against Buffy’s nearly bare back.  At Buffy’s gasp she whispered in her ear, once again bathing the Slayer’s ear and neck with her hot breath, “That’s ‘Yes, Mistress Tara,’ to you Slayer.” 

Tara held her breath waiting for a response, and almost giggled with giddiness when she heard Buffy’s breathy whisper, “Yes… Mistress Tara.”

On the floor, Willow gasped when she heard Buffy’s acceptance of submission to Tara.  “Oh, goddess!” she thought, eagerly anticipating all of the fun to come; both tonight and in the future.

***

Tara scooted back on the bed until she was reclining up against the pillows at the head of the bed.  She spread her legs wide and began to slowly stroke herself.  “Now, Slayer.  Take off your top,” she said in a gentle, but unmistakably commanding tone.

Buffy was trembling again as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly drew it over her head.

Willow had managed to get back up onto her knees again and her gaze was locked on each inch of Buffy’s skin as it was revealed.  She gasped in raw lust as Buffy's breasts were bared.  She imagined hours of pleasure sucking and nibbling on those lovely round globes, the dusky rose-colored nipples standing proudly erect.

Tara admired the flawless tawny skin of the Slayer’s back, while smiling at the obvious delight in her pet’s gaze on the Slayer’s front.  “Good, Slayer.  Now…” she raised her right hand and made a twisting gesture, “Exsolvere” and the rope binding Willow’s hands fell away.  “Pet, I want you to remove the Slayer’s jeans and panties.”

Willow was rubbing her wrists to help return the feeling to her hands.  She nodded her head and answered, “Yes, Mistress Tara,” with obvious excitement in her voice.  She eagerly reached up and undid the button on Buffy’s jeans and unzipped them.

Willow was so cute, Tara thought, with her tongue sticking slightly out of her mouth as she worked the Slayer’s jeans open.  “Scoot back up here, Slayer,” she instructed.

Buffy scooted back, leaving her jeans and panties behind in Willow’s hands.  She was flushed lightly to be naked in front of her best friend for the first time, well, the first time since tacitly admitting that she wanted her as more than just a friend.

Willow was slack jawed with desire.  Her best friend in all the world was gloriously naked before her.  Her pussy was completely bare and smooth, “And wet… Ohmigosh! She’s so wet!” she shouted in her mind.

Tara pulled Buffy against her until her head was pillowed between the witch’s generous breasts, and they were pressed tightly together front to back, skin to skin.  She held up her two dripping fingers and whispered in Buffy’s ear, “See what you do to me?”

Buffy inhaled the scent of her Mistress’s passion, and was overwhelmed with desire.  She really enjoyed giving head, and swallowing, though she had only Riley to go by, but she was very surprised to find that that pleasure was nothing compared to the smell and taste of another woman.  Quicker than Tara could react, Buffy reached forward and sucked those glistening fingers into her mouth and savored the flavor.  It was different than Willow’s, less sweet, more earthy and pungent.  She loved it.

Tara chuckled, “Oooo, Naughty Slayer!  You didn’t have Mistress’ permission to do that.”

Buffy shivered at the thought of what that would mean for her.

Tara looked down over the Slayer’s body and ran her hands over it approvingly.  She stroked the small, but shapely, breasts with the palms of her hands.  She lightly tweaked the stiff peaks, eliciting a moan of approval from the Slayer.  She smiled and gave each nipple a good, hard pinch and pull, drawing forth an even more enthusiastic moan.  Tara lovingly and gently smoothed her hands down Buffy’s taught stomach, then dragged her nails slowly back up it, leaving eight red lines to mark their passage.

Buffy cried out as Tara marked her.  A fresh wave of moisture bubbling forth from her.

Tara next ran her hands down to the Slayer’s hot, slick pussy.  She dragged her fingers over the outer lips, then between them, barely stroking the inner, but collecting some of the Slayer’s honey on her fingers.  “Mmm, let’s see what’s in store for you, Pet.”

Willow’s eyes had been riveted to Tara’s fingers as they traced over Buffy’s body.  Every gasp and moan drawn forth from the slayer caused a jolt of pleasure to shoot straight to Willow’s own pussy.  When Buffy cried out, Willow knew that it would only take a single swipe of her engorged clit to bring her to another powerful orgasm, despite her multi-orgasmic spanking session, mere moments ago.  When Tara brought her Slayer-coated fingers to her mouth- inhaling the aroma- Willow’s salivary glands let go, flooding her mouth.  She so wanted to get her tongue between Buffy’s thighs.

Tara smirked as she brought her fingers into her mouth and smelled the delightful Slayer-musk coating them.  So different from Willow’s- dark, spicy, earthy.  Not sweet at all, but powerful and intoxicating.  She didn’t have to exaggerate her moan of delight.  She had to remind herself that this was for Willow’s benefit, lest she take Buffy herself right at that moment.  “Oh, goddess, Pet.  She tastes amazing.”

Buffy was blushing head to toe.  Her best friend’s girlfriend just said out loud how good Buffy’s pussy tasted!  Make no mistake, it was incredibly arousing, but- God, Anya much?

“Pet, why don’t you crawl on up here and see about making amends now?” Tara asked.

Willow had to restrain herself from jumping right into Buffy’s lap face first.  She crawled slowly up and onto the bed.  She sat back on her heels and looked at Tara, “Mistress Tara, may I take off my top?”

Tara smiled at her witchy vixen.  “Just the shirt, Pet.  Leave the bra on for now.

“Yes, Mistress Tara,” Willow said with a little pout.

Buffy’s eyes were once again captured by Willow’s luminescent skin.  She took in each curve and freckle with delight.  She imagined dipping her tongue into that cute little belly button on her way south.

Willow slid onto her belly and shimmied her way up between Buffy’s thighs until her mouth was millimeters from the dripping orchid before her.  She looked up at Buffy through her lashes and said, “I’ve been very bad to you, Mistress Buffy.  I want you to forgive me.  I’m want to make amends.  Will you allow me to make amends?”

“Oh God Yes!” Buffy shouted.

Needing no further encouragement, Willow dove right in.  Soft and sweet and gentle would happen other times.  This was about raw, shivering need.  She pulled out all the stops, burying her face deep- pulling back only slightly to draw in ragged gasps of air before going back in.

Buffy’s head was twisting back and forth, slapping her cheek lightly against Tara’s breasts with each turn.  Her awareness was centered on Willow’s tongue, which was pressed so deeply into her that it was stroking her g-spot, while her nose was grinding Buffy’s clit into her pubic bone.  Tara was pinching and twisting her nipples to the point of delicious pain.  Under this onslaught it only took a couple of minutes before Buffy was riding the edge of a ferocious orgasm.

Feeling Buffy’s body tense like a crossbow waiting for the trigger to be pulled, Willow took that moment to slip one slender digit into Buffy’s anus.

Later, when she had recovered, Buffy compared her feelings at that moment to the sensation she imagined would come from jamming a live 220volt electrical feed directly into her pleasure center.  The scream that tore through her throat would have rendered her permanently mute if it weren’t for her Slayer healing.  Tremendous waves of intense pleasure crashed through her over and over, not stopping until poor Willow was forced to withdraw her tongue or pass out from lack of oxygen.

Tara stroked and petted her slayer’s body as she quivered and shook through the post-coital tremors.  She whispered softly and gently, helping Buffy come down from her potent high.

Her chest heaving and her voice raspy, Buffy said, “You…  You’re… You’re forgiven.” After a couple more deep breaths she continued, “Oh, God! Are you ever forgiven!”

The End.