Exact Shade of Red
by Red
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Willow stood in the middle of the room, her icy green eyes taking in the beautiful sight before them. A few feet away, Buffy was chained to the wooden rack, her arms stretched above her head. Leather cuffs held her wrists, attached to the metal that reached from the frame. In the same fashion, her legs were fastened, spread and linked to the bottom by similar cuffs. She wore nothing but a scarf over her eyes.
Raising a brow, Willow tapped the crop against her black leather boot and pursed her lips. Perfect. Absolutely perfect!
"You are beautiful, my pet, "she said, her voice raspier than usual, "and you shall be even more beautiful once I am finished with you, "she added, stepping over and trailing the crop over the blonde's trembling flesh.
Buffy swallowed hard, the heat between her legs growing as she felt the cool leather glide over her thighs, slowly around her hips, stopping at her backside.
"You know what is about to happen, do you not, my pet?" Willow asked, leaning in and pressing her lips to her prisoner's ear.
"I am going to be punished, Mistress Red, " Buffy answered Willow, her voice dripping with desire.
"And why is that?" she mused, licking her lobe.
It took a few seconds for the slayer to answer.
"Because-because, I deserve to be, Mistress Red."
"Hmm," Willow murmured, moving her mouth to Buffy's neck. " And why is that, pet? "
"Because I- "Her breath caught and she gasped, as gentle teeth bit down. "I forgot the color of your hair, Mistress Red. "
"That's right, my sweet," Willow stated, stepping back to face her. " Your story was wonderful, pet. It would have been perfect, had you not made that one, dreadful mistake. "She reached out and ran her fingers through Buffy's long, blonde hair." How could you, pet? "
"I am sorry, Mistress Red. I was writing very fast. "
"And that is an acceptable excuse?"
"No, Mistress Red, it is not."
Willow sighed.
"I believe that you are truly sorry."
"I am, Mistress Red, very, very sorry."
"You're a very busy pet. You have many things that require your attention, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Red."
"But we agreed that writing stories would help with your stress, didn't we?"
"Yes, Mistress Red."
"When you are stressed, it effects your slaying and that puts you in even more danger. I cannot have my girl in anymore danger than she already is. I love her far too much. I love my beautiful slayer."
Buffy was ready to explode. The mere sound of her Willow's voice was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Her body was raging with desire, with need.
"Sometimes, it's easy to forget the simple things, isn't it?" Willow went on.
"Yes, Mistress Red, very easy."
Willow moved closer, her lips once again grazing Buffy's ear.
"I'm going to help you, pet. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes, Mistress Red, very, very much."
"I thought you might." She slipped a hand between Buffy's thighs. "Hmm, I would say, so very the much," she noted, teasing her with a few gentle caresses.
Buffy frowned when her Mistress removed her hand and Willow smiled.
"Pet, " she asked, her warm, sweet breath on Buffy's ear. "What color is my hair?"
"Red, Mistress Red. The most beautiful shade there is. "
"Thank you, pet. Now, I am going to make sure that you never, ever forget that. Want to know how I am going to do that, my pet? "
(Oh please, Will, please!)
"Yes, Mistress Red, please tell me."
Willow closed her eyes and moaned lowly. Buffy nearly lost it then.
"I am going to spank that cute little bum of yours until it is the exact, same red as my hair. And with the help of a bit of magic, for the next few days, every time you sit down, it will help you remember. Understand, pet? "
"Yes, oh yes, Mistress Red, thank you!"
"There will be plenty of time for that later, baby," Willow purred, stepping behind her captive.
She lightly brushed the crop across Buffy's quivering bottom and the blonde moaned deeply with need. Smiling, she ended her teasing and began.
Buffy felt the sting of leather hit her skin and gasp, the heat between her thighs now an inferno. Goddess, she didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold back. With each stroke, her body begged for release. Thankfully, she knew that her mistress would not mind. She was very generous. There would be more.
After the tenth, Willow stopped and Buffy desperately tried to regain her control. As she did, the redhead walked over to the small table in the corner and exchanged the crop for a paddle. She also picked up a small rubber object then returned to her slayer. Seeing the look of pure want on her face, she smiled.
"Not to fear, pet," she said, smoothing a hand over her backside. "We are nowhere near the exact shade of red."
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Buffy shivered at the coolness of her Mistress' hand. Willow's smile grew, for she knew that she was about to give her pet sweet, sweet pleasure. Moving her hand, she eased the plug into Buffy's bum, stopping halfway.
"Yes," Buffy moaned, feeling the wetness on her inner thigh.
(So much for holding on, hanging in, way too late for that now.)
"My pet approves," Willow purred, kissing the back of her neck. "She is a very good pet. "
Buffy bit her lip, as she felt the wooden paddle lightly brush against her. (Oh yes, yes, yesssss.)
"Now, my pet, we will achieve that exact shade. I wish for you to count, aloud, after each one, understood? "
Buffy swallowed hard and tried to find her voice.
"Yes, Mistress Red," she managed, nodding.
Willow smiled, raised her arm and brought the wood down on Buffy's left cheek. Hard. Buffy counted. Willow took her time, carefully placing each spank in the exact right place, sending the plug a bit further each time.
Buffy moaned her counts, the sensation of both the paddle and the plug overpowering. She was in sheer ecstasy, her body burning with passion and as her mistress' hand grew stronger, the volcano between her legs boiled hotter.
"Twenty, Mistress Red, ohhhhh."
Willow's smile grew. Her pet was close, she knew all too well. Her green eyes glanced at the now bright red bum in front of her and she mentally noted that she would stop at twenty five, although, she was positive Buffy could go on for another hour, at least.
"Twenty three, Mistress Red," Buffy was panting heavily," twenty four, Mistress Red. " The volcano was nearing eruption. "Twenty five, Mistress Red, oh, yes, yes, YES!!!!!"
Dropping the wood, she put her arms around Buffy and held her, placing soft kisses on her shoulders.
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When Buffy finally regained her composure, Willow unlocked the cuffs and led her over to the bed, placing her gently on her stomach, eyes still covered. She then sat down next to her and stroked her hair.
"How are you, pet?"
"Wonderful, Mistress Red, thank you."
"Do you think that your punishment is over?"
"I hope not, Mistress Red."
Willow smiled and delicately smoothed her fingers over Buffy's bottom.
"I believe this needs to be removed," she noted, carefully removing the plug. Buffy winced slightly. "Are you alright, pet?" she asked. "Perhaps we should finish this later."
"No, please, Mistress, I am fine, better than fine, please, please, continue, I beg of you! "
Willow chewed her lip for a few seconds, something she always did when she wasn't exactly sure what to do. Buffy reached for her.
"Really," she said, smiling. " I'm fine. I WANT to continue. Please, My Mistress Red? "Then, before Willow could reply, she added, "And stop chewing that gorgeous lip of yours, or you're going to be the one on the receiving end of that paddle. And you don't enjoy it like I do, woman. "
Willow stifled a laugh. The girl knew her far too well. Slipping back into, Mistress mode she stood up.
"Your punishment will continue," she said. " However, if it becomes to much-"
"If it pleases my Mistress," Buffy interrupted, grinning as she looked in her direction. "The only becoming will be done by me."
"This is why you get spanked, Slayer, " she groaned, returning to the table.
Buffy giggled at both her joke and Willow's dismissal of it. Sighing deeply, she anxiously waited to see what the redhead had planned next. She didn't have to wait long. Soon gentle hands were lifting her to her knees.
"OHYES!" she cried, as she felt the hardness enter her backside.
"Oh, thank you Mistress! Thank you! "
Willow cocked a brow and smiled as she slowly began pumping into her slayer with the strap on. Buffy moaned her approval, her body lifting to meet each thrust.
"Down, pet," Willow ordered, slapping her bum.
Buffy did as she was told, reluctantly. She knew if she didn't, her Mistress would simply remove the toy and leave and that, she did NOT want to happen.
Willow slowed her pace even more, pulling nearly all the way out then easing painfully slow back in. Buffy was in agony. She wanted fast and hard and it was obvious that her mistress had other plans. Reaching out, she gripped the sheets, her fingers digging into the mattress while her mistress continued her sweet torture.
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"Mistress, please," Buffy begged, her body aching with wanton need.
Willow smiled and took mercy on her. Flicking the switch at the base, she quickened her pace. Buffy cried out, thanking every god and goddess there ever was, her body blazing with a power she never knew possible. Nails digging into the bed, she cried out over and over, her voice hoarse, her body pressing back, as her mistress pushed harder and harder, sending her through the doors of nirvana.
"I love you, Mistress Red!" she wailed, her release taking. "I love you, Will!"
Willow smiled proudly loving that she had what it took to please the woman she loved and allowed her own pleasure to flow. After a few minutes, she carefully removed the toy. Tossing it aside, she slid next to Buffy, eased her into her arms and held her.
"I think that's the exact shade," she purred, smiling as she took in her girl's well punished bum. "I love you, too, Buffy."