Spanking the Slayer
by Red
Spanking the Slayer
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[Joss' people, just playing here.]
Chaper 1...Caught
" Then, we need to take all of the empty jars in the basement and put blank labels on them and when that's done, get started on the back paper work. Giles is not a shining example of the neat male specimen. Have you seen the files? They scare me. I'm an ex-demon. Nothing scares me. Well, except for those evil bundles of hopping fur, naively passing themselves off as cuddle pets. I mean, really, who is actually so blind that they cannot see the true dark power in their beady, little - " Anya's voice trailed off when she realized that Buffy wasn't hearing a word she was saying.
Walking over to the counter where the Slayer was perched on a stool, she stood over Buffy's shoulder, taking a peek at the computer screen that held her friend's attention. A smile crossed her lips when she saw what Buffy was reading.
" Willow spanking Spike again, huh? "
Buffy, jolted out of her reading haze, jumped up, nearly falling as she did.
" Never sneak up on a Slayer! " she snapped, regaining her breath.
" I didn't sneak, " Anya replied. " I have been talking to you for twenty minutes. "
" What? "
" Yes, but you wouldn't know, because you have been lost in the world of Spike's bottom. "
Buffy made a face. " Ewwwww! Have not! "
" Buffy, you were reading a Willow Spanking Spike fan fic. "
" So? Get real, Anya. Me interested in anything of Spike's? Not going to happen in the real world. "
" So, you were so into it, that you haven't heard a word I've been saying. Something on that screen had your complete and undivided attention. Now, either it's Spike's pale yet muscular backside, or Willow's slender, skilled hand. " Buffy felt a warm flush and turned away from the ex demon. Anya gasped. " Oh my gosh! "
Buffy quickly headed into the back, Anya on her heels. Entering her workout room, the Slayer went straight to the punching bag hanging in the corner. Anya watched, a smile taking up residence on her pretty face. So Buffy wanted to be spanked by Willow. Why was she surprised? After all, they were best friends. Ok, not everyone fantasies about receiving a spanking from they're best friend. This, however, was the
Hellmouth, a place where sometimes one needed to take a break from the demons walking around and deal with the ones inside themselves. A nice little spanking could work wonders. It worked for her and Xander. Of course, theirs always led to sex, which of course, led to orgasms. Her brow shot up. Did Buffy want orgasms from Willow? After all, she and Angel were together and Anya knew they were truly in love. Plus, Willow had perma-souled the handsome vampire, so he was able to give the Slayer all the orgasms she wanted. And Willow was with Spike, whom Anya knew for a fact, supplied the redhead with more than enough orgasms. Anya sighed wistfully, as she reflected on the time she had overheard the two giving and receiving in Giles' basement. Thankfully, the poor Watcher had never found out. If he had, he would have probably returned to England sooner.
Anya looked at Buffy, who was showing no mercy to the defenseless bag in front of her. Oh yes, she definitely wanted a Willow spanking.
" I think it has been slayed, " she said, walking over to Buffy, who ignored her.
" There is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting Willow to spank you. I have thought about it. She's very pretty. And she obviously knows how to give a good spanking. Plus, she is your best friend. I think you should ask her. I bet she'll do it. "
Buffy stopped punching and looked at Anya.
" You have no idea what you are talking about. What you just said, is crazy!
And so not of the true! How could you even possibly think something like that? "
" Because, you have no interest in Spike, yet you were totally engrossed in a story where he is getting spanked. Now, since the only other person in that story, the spanker, was Willow, well, I didn't do that terrible in math class. "
" You've been spending way too much time thinking about my reading habits, "
Buffy noted, attacking the bag with light, easy jabs.
Anya sighed. Why did humans always want to do things the hard way.
" Fine, I just imagined the whole thing. "
" Good, glad ya realized that. "
" Yes, I just imagined that you would enjoy Willow slapping away at your slayer bottom ... her skilled hand against your smooth flesh ... " Buffy's jabs starting coming harder and faster. Anya smiled and kept going. " I can just see it now, stern Willow, punishing the naughty Slayer with hard smacks, smiling as her pale skin begins to turn a lovely shade of bright red. " The bag was barely hanging, as another chain broke from the Slayer's impact. Anya brought it home. " That little sting that warms the entire body. Willow's sting, lighting up your sweet little behind with a deliciousness you never thought possible, sending you to a world you never knew existed, the fire seeping through your skin, a fire that Willow started ... a fire that only she can put out. "
There was a loud, violent thud as the punching bag dropped to the floor. Buffy was panting heavily, her head down, her hands shaking. Anya smiled.
" Yes, " she said, her eyes on the Slayer. " I imagined the whole thing. "