Spanking the Slayer
by Red
Suspicions Confirmed
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Anya watched Buffy organize the back bookshelf. The Slayer had finally caved, admitting her secret to the ex demon, then rambling on about what a horrible person she was for wanting to be spanked by her best friend. Anya had tried to convince her that it simply wasn't true. She assured her that there was absolutely nothing wrong with a little playful spanking between friends. Judging from the rough way the books were being organized, Anya was sure she still had some convincing to do.
She turned her soft brown eyes back to the pile of papers in front of her, but her thoughts remained on Buffy. The poor girl was beating herself up over an innocent, little fantasy. Well, Anya mentally mused, a small smile forming on her lips, maybe not completely innocent. Although Buffy had confirmed her suspicions about Angel, love and orgasms, Buffy had admitted that she did feel something for her redheaded friend. Why else, she had reasoned, would she want the girl to spank her?
Anya tried to explain that spanking didn't have to be anything more than just that.
Of course, she had proceeded to note that with she and Xander, it was a prelude to many orgasms. But that didn't mean it had to for everybody. Buffy nodded in understanding, then confessed that what she felt for Willow wasn't exactly what she felt for Angel, but was different than what she felt for the rest of them. Anya understood perfectly. She had learned quite a lot in her, demon working days. She tried desperately to sooth the Slayer and her fears, but to no avail. It was bad enough that Buffy thought so little of herself, but she was thoroughly convinced that if Willow knew, she would think even worse of her.
That's when she had played her Slayer card, swearing Anya to absolute and utter secrecy, with the penalty of great pain if broken. Anya had agreed, but had no intention of letting it go. She was a human now, with friends. Friends helped each other. That's what they did. So, why should she be any different? Buffy was her friend. Buffy needed help. It was simple math. Besides, she had a sneaky suspicion that the Slayer's fears about Willow's reaction were highly uncalled for.
" For the last time, Xander, no. "
Willow's voice echoed through the air as she and Xander entered the magic
Shop. Anya's smile nearly lept from her face. Buffy felt every meal she had ever eaten rumble in her stomach.
" Come on, Will, " Xander pleaded, following her to the table where she sat down.
" It's just for a few hours. Please? "
" I have plans for this evening. Just like I did five minutes ago. Just like I did when you asked me twenty minutes ago. See the pattern here, Xan? "
" I will pay you back, big time, Will! "
" What will you pay her back for, Xander? " Anya inquired, coming out of the office to join them.
" Xander wants me to stay here tonight and help you finish the basement work, "
Willow answered. " But I already have plans. Besides, some of us have already done our share of the great clean up, clear out. " She glared at him while saying the last line.
" Willow's right, Xander, " Anya said. " We have all done our part, except for you.
Willow, Dawn, Buffy, Angel and even Spike have helped. "
In the back, Buffy stopped shelving and closed her eyes, unable to fight the visual that had popped into her head the moment she had heard Willow's voice. It involved her lying across the redhead's knee.
" An, honey, I'm not really a, cleaning kinda guy, " he stated. Then, moving next to her and sliding an arm around her, he added, " I'm more of a lover. "
" That's true, sweetie. But Willow's a computer whiz-witch, Dawn's a student, Angel and Spike, vampires and Buffy's the Slayer. And yet, every single one of them have come in and helped. That is why tonight, you will be downstairs helping me sort Golph root and labeling jars. " She gave him a quick kiss, then sat down next to Willow.
He sighed, accepting defeat as he fell into an empty chair.
" Labeling? Thought the Buffster was taking care of that? "
" She was going to, " Anya replied. " However, she became somewhat sidetracked and never got around to it. "
" Is everything ok? " Willow asked, concerned.
" Oh yes, all is fine, " Anya purred, smiling. Time to do a theory check. " She just had things on her mind other than work. Left me to do it all. She's been a very naughty girl. I think she needs a spanking. "
There was a crash from the back and Buffy knelt down to pick Demons for Dummies, volume five, up off of the floor. What had she been thinking when she confided in Anya? Was she insane? Well, said confidence involved being spanked by her best bud so yeah, insane was a given.
Xander started to raise his hand to volunteer, but glanced at Anya and thought better. Although, he doubted that his girlfriend would have even noticed, due to the fact that she was looking straight at Willow.
" Willow, do you think you could give Buffy a spanking? "
" Oh, she so did not just say that, " Buffy muttered, freezing in mid shelve.
Willow swallowed hard, not quite sure she had just heard what she thought she had heard. Did Anya just ask her to give Buffy a spanking? No, impossible. It's just wishful thinking, Will.
" Will give Buffy a spanking? " Xander said, wanting to clarify.
" Yes, Buffy's been a naughty Slayer and she needs a good spanking, " Anya explained, not taking her eyes off of Willow.
Buffy leaned against the wall for support, wishing that she had moved all of the crap out from in front of the back door earlier like she was supposed to. Then, she could have made a nice, quiet get away. As it was, the only way out of there was right through the store.
Anya had been right in her assumption that Buffy's feelings for the redhead were not in vain. Willow's eyes spoke volumes. Her emerald greens were sparkling with desire at the mere thought of spanking the Slayer. Anya's smile grew. Now, all she had to do was get them both to admit it.
" Will spankin' Buf, " Xander mused, closing his eyes to enjoy the visual. Suddenly, a huge grin crossed his face.
" So, Willow, will you it? Will you spank Buffy? "
Willow just looked at Anya. No, her ears were not playing tricks on her. Anya was asking her to spank Buffy. Spank Buffy ... her best friend in the whole world, lying across her knee, nothing but a pair of soft, cotton panties between her hand and the Slayer's firm, perfect-
" Uh, I have to, uh, go, yes, go, now, right now, " Willow stumbled over the words, as well as her chair, as she stood up. " I have plans, tonight, now, plans, with Spike, who is a boyfriend to me, whom I love so very the much, " she rambled, yanking her bag off of the table. " Good, uh, right, yes, ok then."
With that said, she ran out of the Magic Box. Anya sighed, a deep, satisfied sigh and smiled proudly. She was good. Next to her, Xander was lost in a fantasy of his own. One that had went from Willow spanking Buffy, to them taking turns spanking him.
In the back, Buffy felt like crying. It was obvious that Willow was disgusted by the mere thought of such a thing. Why else would she have flew out of there like Anya after a ten dollar bill, not even able to complete a single sentence? Buffy looked at the back door and sighed. Crap or not, she was going out that door and now.
Spike flipped the television off and tossed the remote aside. He was getting bored with Passions. Actually, he was getting bored with everything. Everything, that didn't revolve around Willow.
" You're worse than the bleedin' poof, " he stated aloud, smiling.
He didn't care. He was crazy in love with his Red and she felt the same about him.
So what if had turned into his grandsire? He went to bed every night with the most beautiful woman in the world. If being Angel-esque was the price he had to pay to be with Red, he'd pay it with a smile on his face and a song in his heart.
" Bloody hell, " he groaned, realizing he had just used an Angel-ism.
He laughed out loud, despite himself, stopping only when he sensed Willow heading his way. Something was wrong. She was crying. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed a blanket, covered himself up and opened the front door. Willow was heading toward the crypt, bawling her eyes out. He ran to meet her.
" Red, pet, what's wrong? " he worriedly asked. " Are you hurt? "
She shook her head and he hurried them back inside. Dropping the blanket, he took her in his arms and over to the sofa.
" Willow, luv, what is it? " He carefully checked her out, making sure there were no injuries, a wave of relief flooding him when he found none.
" I'm a horrible person, Spike, " she began, wiping her eyes. " I'm bad, very bad,
so very the bad. "
" Red, you're the only person I have ever known who is in no way, bad, " he said, wiping a fresh tear off of her cheek.
" But I am. I'm horrible. I'm worse than horrible. There isn't even a word for what I am, that's how bad I am. "
He choked back a chuckle. She was adorable.
" Tell me, pet, why do you think that you are so bad? "
She lowered her eyes. " I think things, bad things, about ... someone I shouldn't, and I try not to, but then there they are and here I am, all, thinking the bad, and I can't help it and she would so hate me if she ever found out and I couldn't stand losing her. "
She broke out into another round of tears and he pulled her to him, his arms embracing her tightly, a smile on his face.
" This is about you wantin' to spank the Slayer, isn't it? " he gently asked.
Willow pulled away from him, her eyes locked into his.
"How? I mean, how? How did you know about that? " She was beyond shocked that he knew. She had never told anyone.
" Red, I love you. I know you. I know that you and Buffy have a special relationship."
" She's my best friend, that's all. I'm not saying that that isn't a big, because hey, best friend, the biggest of big. "
" Your more than that, pet, " he noted, still smiling.
" No, I love you. I'm in love with you. "
" I know that too, pet. I know that my heart belongs to you, just as yours belongs to me. What you have with the Slayer doesn't take anything away from that, Red.
In fact, it makes us stronger. The way it does with the poof and I. "
Willow furrowed a brow. " You and Angel? "
" You seem surprised. "
" That would be cause I am. "
He laughed. " He's my grandsire, pet. We have a special bond. "
" Oh. But, well, that's different than me wanting to, well, you know. "
" Light up the Slayer's ass? " The look on her face sent him into another bout of laughter.
" I don't want to hurt her, " she defensively stated. " I could never hurt Buffy. "
He calmed himself down. " I know you couldn't, Red. You love her. Not like you love me, but in a way that's special all it's own. There's nothing wrong with that. "
"You may not think so, but I'm sure Buffy would disagree. "
The sadness in her voice broke his heart. He reached out and caressed her cheek.
" Trust me, pet, " he said, looking her in the eye. " She loves you, too. And, I would bet my telly that the idea of you spanking her little white tushy gives her the same, warm tinglies that it does you. "
Willow had to smile. Who wouldn't, if they heard William the Bloody say tushy?
" I love you, Spike. " She leaned in and brushed her lips over his.
" I love you, Red. " He trailed his mouth to her ear, and added, " All this talk about you spankin' the Slayer has got me thinkin' dirty thoughts. "
She found his lips again and, after covering them in a slow lick, said, " Bad Spike. "