FIC It's Just Not Cricket NC-17

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Title : It's Just Not Cricket
Author : Kathryn Merteuil
Rating : NC-17
Disclaimer : This fic uses characters owned by Joss Whedon.
They're his, not mine. I'm just taking them out for a spin and
will replace them none the worse for wear when I'm finished.
Authors Note : This is a bit of a Shah Guido G (If you know waht
that means great, if you don't it doesn't matter). For more
details see the 'Authors other note' at the end. This has not
been beta read.
Feedback : Please.
Summary : Willow gets inspired to try something new in her
relationship by reseach for an assignment.
Timing : Probably S5 or later. Willow is at UC Sunnydale.



"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Willow looked at her lover and smiled, "Of course. We've talked
about this. I love you, I want you and I want us to do this."

"OK, but I'm sure this isn't what they were thinking of when they
set the assignments."

Willow cast her mind back to what had triggered this event as her
lover opened the drawer containing the props for the forthcoming
scene. It had started simply enough, On her first day of her
Sociology course the lecturer had revealed that their entire
course grade would be based upon a single assignment. The
assignment would be set at that first session and would consist
of a dissertation and a presentation at the end of the course,
subjects would be assigned by lot, each student literally picking
their topic from a hat. When Willow opened her tightly folded
twist of paper she was surprised to see written upon it
'Pornography, Prostitution and the Sex Industry'. After class
Willow had hung back to talk to the lecturer, surely this
couldn't be a real topic, it must be some sort of joke. Ten
minutes later Willow had left in the certain knowledge that it
was a real topic, she did feel that the TA's comment about not
being in High School any more was a bit below the belt.
Fortunately her mother had recently co-authored a paper on
'Pornography and Fetishism' and reluctantly allowed Willow access
to the research material that she had amassed. Amongst the
material were videos of a UK documentary about the British sex
industry which had the seemingly oxymoronic title of 'British
Sex'. After watching the tapes Willow thought that she would
never be able to look Giles, Wesley, Spike or indeed anyone from
Britain in the face again, although her mind did keep returning
to one particular scene. She returned to this scene many times,
wondering at the effect it had on her. Why did it have that
effect? Why did she want so much to be part of it?

"Willow?"

Willow broke from her reverie to see her lover standing before
her clad in heavy brown leather lace up shoes, dense blue
stockings, a long navy blue A-line skirt, a starched white blouse
and black choker. Her hair was dragged back into a severe bun and
her make up emphasised the angles in her face. Willow herself was
clad in lighter black leather shoes, white ankle socks, a short
navy blue pinafore dress and white blouse. Her makeup emphasised
soft child like curves and perched on her head, although secured
by a chin strap, was a straw boater, her hair surrounding her
face like a halo of pale fire. All in all she could have stepped
straight from the pages of a Manga comic book.

"Yes lover."

"Are you quite sure?"

"Yes." Willow touched her lovers arm in reassurance.

"Ok. I suppose it could be worse, it could have been that
Alternate Pony thingy."

"The Other Pony Club." Willow corrected.

"Yes that's the one. Now what's the safety word?"

"Artichoke."

"Good. Now time in."

Willow looked at her lovers face as it adopted a stern
expression.

"Now girl. Have you been a good girl?"

"No." replied Willow.

"No what?"

"No mistress, I haven't been a good girl."

"Have you been a bad girl?"

"Yes mistress."

"How bad have you been then girl?"

"Very naughty, mistress. I have been a very bad girl."

"Assume the position!" Willows lover was warming to her part and
beginning to enjoy her role.

Willow bent her self over the back of a chair placed especially
for the purpose. She felt rather than saw her lover bend down
behind her and cuff her cotton clad ankles to the legs of the
chair. Her lover moved around and cuffed Willows wrists to the
front of the chair. As her lover stood Willow found her face mere
inches from her lovers crotch and inhaled deeply. She savoured
the familiar scent and was pleased to note a strong hint of
arousal. Her lover moved behind her and carefully folded Willows
short skirt up onto her lower back and clipped the hem to her
blouse. She then slowly drew the tight white cotton panties down
Willows legs to expose her pink cheeks to the air. As she ran her
hands back up Willows legs one briefly dipped in between to
caress Willows labia.

"Now girl. Count."

Her lover unleashed a sharp slap with a leather thong against
Willows waiting behind. Willow felt the sting of pain swiftly
replaced by a rush of heat.

"One. Thank you mistress."

Willow felt her lover run her hand over her buttocks, caressing
them. Swiftly another blow landed. Willow became very aware of
her own excitement and the scent of her own arousal wafted to her
waiting nose, swiftly followed by that of her lovers. The images
on the screen had been stimulating, to be living it was greater
by far.

"Two. Thank you Mistress."

Three more times the strap landed and three more times Willow
cried out the count, never forgetting to say "Thank you
mistress."

Her lover paused to rest the thong across Willows back then she
circled her bound lover to crouch and place a firm kiss upon her
lips and whisper "Thank you." before returning to her task. For
some minutes the room resounded to sharp cries, moans of pleasure
and the thwack of leather against Willow.

The end.

Authors Other Note : The TV show mentioned 'British Sex' does
actually exist and reveals what a sad bunch we are. There is a
scene in one of the episodes fairly similar to the scene
described. This fic started out when the phrase 'Thack of
leather against willow.' crossed my mind. This phrase is more
usually associated with the game of cricket (hence the title)
where it refers the fact that Cricket balls are usually covered
in leather and Cricket bats are traditionally made of Willow.
Hence the sound when bat hits ball is refered to as the thwack of
Leather against Willow. The reference to Shah Guido G is a
reference to an Issac Asimov short story with that title (I think
it's in 'Nightfall and other stories'), to understand it write it
as ShahGui doG and say it out loud. You should get something
that sounds a lot like Shaggy Dog. A shaggy dog tale is a story
which was written purely for some line to be used at the end, in
this case "The thwack of leather against Willow", in the case of
the Asimov story "Atlantis sunk beneath the waves.".
-- 
Kathryn Merteuil: Sugar? Perhaps. Spice? For sure.  
All thing nice? Not really!

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