Tara Was Bad
by Red
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Tara was being bad and she knew it. That's why her heart was racing, her blood pumping and her body throbbing. She was in trouble and the mere thought of that had her panties wet and her thighs aching. Both Buffy and Willow had warned her on countless occasions and Spike had scolded her how many times for it? Still, the witch continued to do it...continued to walk alone, at night.
Xander, Anya, Giles and even Dawn had expressed concern over her late night walks, but still, here she was, walking alone, at night, in Sunnydale. Sunnydale, the town where creatures of the night roamed freely...well, until they saw the Slayer, then they hid like big old babies. But on this particular night, the Slayer was nowhere to be seen, having a nice, romantic evening with her wife, Willow, so the creatures were a bit on the brave side...as Tara soon found out.
The vampire smelled her before he ever saw her, the sweet scent of good and magic, and it made him high. He couldn't wait to taste her, to sink his teeth into her delicious flesh. This wasn't exactly the smartest of undead, otherwise he would have smelled Spike all over her and stayed as far away as possible...San Francisco, even. But alas, he was as dumb as the undead come and therefore, pounced on her the moment she came around the corner.
Tara jumped, a small scream escaping her luscious lips. The vamp grinned evilly and licked his lips.
"You are one tasty looking piece," he purred, stepping closer.
She chanted a few words under her breath and a stray branch floated from the ground to the air and slammed into his chest. The witch sighed as he burst into ashes, relieved that she was out of danger. Her sigh turned to a gulp when her blue eyes fell upon the slayer and her wife, standing where the vampire once had.
"Um, hi guys," she said.
Buffy raised a brow but didn't speak. Willow did that.
"What are doing out here alone?" she inquired, her tone that of an angry mom.
"I was just, uh, just taking a little walk. I needed some fresh air."
"Where's Spike?"
Tara looked down at her shoes. "He and Xander went to see that sci fi movie."
Buffy and Willow exchanged a look, then Willow turned back to Tara.
"So you are out, alone?" Tara nodded. "Haven't we talked about this? About you walking at night by yourself? All of us, Spike included?"
"Yes," Tara weakly replied.
"And what did Buffy and I tell you would happen if we found out you were?"
Tara felt her body heat up. "That I'd be...I'd be spanked."
"Darn tootin'!" Willow took her hand. "You're coming home with us. I'll call Spike and let him know where you are and that you will be in our safe, caring hands for the night."
Tara felt the heat flood her body at both the witch's words and her firm yet gentle touch. She looked at Buffy, who was smiling wickedly and gulped. She had been slayer spanked before, but only in fun. The look on the blonde's face told her that fun would be had, just maybe not so much by her.
At the Summers-Rosenberg house, Willow prepared the bedroom and then, herself, changing from her dressy evening gown into her comfy, bunny pj's. She loved the flannel pajamas; they were soft, loose and scared Anya to death!
"Ooh, Bunny pj's," Buffy cooed, coming into the room and up behind the redhead. "Sexy!" She wrapped her arms around Willow and nuzzled her neck.
Willow closed her eyes and moaned at the slayer snuggle.
"Is she ready?" she asked, not opening her eyes.
"Is she! All dressed up in that little tee, her cute little butt all snug in those pink little undies. Hmm, who would've figured Spike for a pink cotton lover?"
"He's big ol' teddy bear, Buf, face it. That's why he and Tara are so perfect together."
"Plus, he lets us play with her," Buffy noted, playfully nipping her wife's ear. "Not a bad guy for a once, arch enemy."
Willow giggled as Buffy licked her lobe, then moaned lowly.
"We need to take care of business first, baby," she said, opening her eyes and turning to face the Slayer. "Then we can play all night." She looked Buffy up and down and smiled. "Mmm, yummy sushi pajamas, hotness, thy name is Buffy!"
"Mmm, I so like that idea."
Willow kissed her softly on the lips. "Me, too. Now go get our bad girl and let's get started."
Buffy skipped out of the door and down the hall to Dawn's room, where she had put Tara in the corner to wait. Thankfully, her little sister was at a friend's house for the night. She planned on making her Willow hoarse and her friend, well, in need of a throat drop or two.
Tara heard Buffy come in and move behind her.
"It's time," the Slayer said, taking her hand and pulling her out of the corner. "Time for naughty little witch's to be punished."
Buffy led her to the bedroom, smiling as she felt her friend's trembling.
"Tara," Willow began, motioning the witch to her on the bed. "Why are you being punished?"
Tara's eyes moved from the array of items on the table, to the redhead on the bed and she couldn't help but feel her panties damped just a bit.
"Because, I was out alone, at night," she answered her voice barely above a whisper.
"That's right, you know how unsafe that is. Now across my lap."
Tara placed herself over Willow's lap, prompting the redhead to smile at the contact. She could feel the damp cotton and shot Buffy a look. Buffy understood and smiled and knelt down in front of Tara's face.
"We only punish you because we love you so much," she said, stroking Tara's cheek.
"That's right," Willow stated, doing the same to Tara's other cheek. "If anything happened to you, it would kill us both...not to mention what it would do to poor Spike. Whom, incidentally, I spoke to a few minutes ago. He has a few punishing plans of his own for you tomorrow."
Tara shook lightly, the soft touches of the women, along with the promise of a little, Spike spanking to come, shooting delicious waves throughout her entire body. Willow's smile grew and she raised her hand, bringing it down hard onto Tara's bum.
"Now young lady, I want you to think about what you did, while I spank this adorable little bottom of yours, understand?"
She accentuated with another hard slap making Tara moan.
"Yes, yes, Mistress Willow," she breathed, wanting to do nothing more than grind her aching warmth into her fellow witch's lap...but knowing better.
Willow began the hand spanking, starting soft but quickly moving into firm. Tara gasped and moaned as the witch's hand fell harder and harder, and soon her bottom was on fire. Buffy stood up moved to the bed, next to Willow.
"I think that's enough...on my lap." She stood Tara up and handed her off to the Slayer. "Buffy, baby, give our naughty little witch a good lesson."
"Yes, mam!"
She pulled Tara over her lap and didn't waste any time. Spank after hard spank landed upon the blonde's now burning bottom and it was all Tara could do not to cry out or grind against the Slayer.
"Not too hard, Buf...we have a long night ahead of us," Willow noted.
"Bad, bad Tara," Buffy scolded, spanking away without breaking a sweat. "You know better, don't you?"
"Ye...yes, yes, I do," Tara weakly replied.
"That vampire could have killed you." Spank "Or worse yet..." Spank "Turned you." Spank "Then what would we have done?" Spank Spank Spank "Bad, bad, bad witch!"
She finished off with a volley of slaps to Tara's sit spot, then stood her up and looked at Willow.
"Tara, I want you out of those panties, now," the redhead ordered. "The rest of your punishment is going to be on that sweet bare little bottom."
Tara winced as she slid her pink panties off. Her backside was already tender and she knew they were just getting started. Willow nodded to Buffy, who reached back on the bed and began arranging the pillows. Tara watched as her friend made a stack, her thighs aching, as she knew she would soon be draped over them.
"Very nice, sweetie," Willow purred, pulling Buffy in for a kiss.
Tara watched the display between them, one of the most erotic things she had ever seen...and it was a mere kiss. The fire on her bum raced to other parts as she thought about the other displays she would soon be witnessing. And, perhaps if she took her punishment well, be partaking in, as well.
"Tara," Willow said, ending her Slayer kiss. "Over the pillows, now."
Buffy moved out of the way, allowing her room to climb onto the bed. Tara quickly placed herself over the pillows, her face against the mattress, her slightly red bum in the air.
"Oh, very, very nice," Willow cooed, reaching out and gently stroking the hot flesh. "Feel, baby."
Buffy did the same and Tara groaned at their touch, arching up slightly.
"Now, now," Willow scolded, slapping Tara's bottom. "That's for good witches. Are you a good witch, Tara?"
Tara desperately wanted to say yes...yes she was a very good witch and she deserved a wonderful treat. However, she knew that wasn't the case.
"No, no Mistress Willow...I'm a naughty witch...a very naughty witch."
Buffy's smile grew and Willow growled lowly.
"That's right, Tara, you are a VERY naughty witch!" She slapped her bum again. "However, perhaps, if you take your punishment well..." Her voice trailed off and her fingers slid between Tara's cheeks.
The blonde witch gasped and Willow and Buffy exchanged a smile.
"Buffy, baby, I believe you should go first."
Willow pulled her fingers away.
"Oh goody!"
The Slayer picked up the hairbrush from the table and moved to the end of the bed, behind Tara. Willow shifted so she could watch.
"Now Tara, I want you to count," Buffy said, rubbing the wooden brush over Tara's red flesh. "If you miss one, I'll have to start all over. Now I know you don't want that, do you?"
"No, Mistress Buffy, I don't."
She was trembling with want, need...
"Good girl."
Buffy patted her head then raised her arm and brought the brush down, not even tapping into her slayer strength.
"One, thank you," Tara gasped. "Two, thank you...three, thank you..."
And so it went. Buffy spanked, Tara counted and Willow watched, all three women feeling the tingling dance of desire between their thighs.
"Twenty, goddess, th...th...thank you," Tara breathed.
Buffy bent down and placed a soft kiss onto Tara's hot behind, then returned the brush to the table.
"She's all yours, Mistress," she said, taking a seat next to Tara's head and stroking the witch's hair.
"Mmm, yay for me." Willow retrieved the small, leather paddle from the table and stood behind Tara. "Just as you did with Buffy."
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"One, oh goddess, thank you...two, thank you..."
Willow spanked with little effort. Buffy had warmed their girl so well, she barely had to tap the leather against the blonde's bright red backside to get a squeal. She glanced at the Slayer, who was stroking the strands of golden blonde, eyes brimming with lust and felt her own desire scream out.
"Seventeen, oh, oh, oh, goddess...thank you....eighteen...oh, oh, thank thank you..."
Willow landed the final two with all she had, eliciting a cry from the witch, then placed the paddle onto the table.
"Stand, witch," she ordered.
Tara eased herself off of the pillows and stood by the bedside. Her ass was officially on fire and her other intimate parts were right there with it. She looked at the redhead and the blonde, waiting for further instructions. Although, she had a pretty good idea as to what was coming next.
"Buffy, the chair."
Buffy jumped up from the bed, stepped over to the desk and came back with the hard, wooden chair. She placed it next to Tara.
"Sit," Willow instructed, eyes on Tara's.
Tara did as she was told, wincing loudly as her tender flesh met hard wood. Willow smiled.
"Now, you have taken your punishment very well...so far. If you continue to do so, you will be allowed to join Buffy and I. If you don't, well..." Her smile grew. "You will really be punished...by not being allowed to join."
Tara whimpered but nodded.
"Yes, Mistress Willow."
Willow looked at Buffy, then removed her pajamas and placed herself on the pillows. Both Tara and Buffy watched, drool close to falling.
Once Willow was comfy, she said, "Slayer, my ass is cold. Fix it."
It took Buffy less than a second to get behind her wife.
"And how would my Mistress like that I should do that?" she asked, gently stroking Willow's bottom.
"Your hand should do nicely, Slayer."
"Yes Mistress."
And so she began spanking the redhead with nice, steady, firm spanks, Tara mere inches away, hot bottom on hard wood, thighs wet. Willow moaned in pleasure as Buffy tended to her backside. Her Slayer knew just how to make her moan.
"Oh goddess, mmm, very good, Slayer," she groaned, raising her ass to meet each spank.
Tara was in hell...so close yet unable to do anything but sit and watch. It was torture...and that was, she knew, the point.
Buffy spanked for a solid ten minutes, stopping only when Willow's behind match her hair.
"Oh, goddess, you have made me so very the wet, Slayer," Willow growled, spreading her legs wide and wiggling her red ass. "Now, pleasure me."
Buffy ran to the table and grabbed the slim toy, hurrying back to her wife.
"My pleasure to pleasure you, my Mistress," she huskily stated, dragging the toy between Willow's wet thighs, into her dripping warmth.
Willow moaned and Tara nearly cried. This WAS punishment. Buffy made sure the toy was well wet, then slid it up Willow's flesh and nuzzled it between her hot cheeks.
"Oh yes," the redhead moaned, raising high.
Buffy turned to Tara, an evil grin on her face, then slowly eased the lubed toy into her wife's bottom.
Willow moaned raspily at the tender invasion, her fingers clasping the bars of the headboard.
"Oh Mistress, " Buffy said, easing further in. "I just love making love to this deliciously tight ass."
Willow growled under her breath while Tara whimpered lowly. Buffy waited a few seconds, teasing her wife.
"Now, Slayer!" Willow growled, pushing back.
Buffy giggled and began pumping in and out of Willow's well slayer spanked ass.
"Oh goddess..." the redhead moaned.
"Oh goddess..." Tara gasped, rubbing her sore bottom against the hard wood seat. "Oh goddess..."
Buffy continued her gentle assault on Willow's bottom, talking to her as she did. Willow loved being talked to.
"You have the most yummy ass, Mistress...so tight...so sweet...mmm, I just love taking it...thank you, Mistress, for allowing your Slayer to take this gorgeous ass."
"Oh...goddess..." Tara rubbed against the chair harder.
Buffy's words, even more so than the actual actions, flooded Willow like a tidal wave, prompting her to grip the headboard tighter and growl louder.
"Goddess, Slayer...oh...mmm...more...more..."
Buffy happily obliged, pumping a bit harder, a bit faster, the puddle in her yummi sushi pajamas growing. Tara, for her part, was practically crying, the throbbing between her thighs screaming for relief.
"Does my Mistress like?" Buffy purred, pulling the toy nearly all the way out and thrusting it back in.
"Oh goddess, yes! Yes! Harder Slayer!"
"As my Mistress wishes." Buffy pumped harder and faster, smiling as Tara's whimpers flooded the room.
Willow was oblivious to anything other than the delicious taking of her bottom at the hands of her wife. Moaning, groaning, growling, her knuckles white as her grip on the headboard tightened even more.
"Oh goddess, Slayer...Slayer..."
Buffy grinned wickedly.
"Yes Mistress?"
Willow growled.
"What was that, sweetie?" Buffy teased.
"Do it...do it, Slayer!"
"Do what, Mistress?"
Buffy loved it when her wife begged, but not as much as when she talked dirty. Willow only talked dirty when she was Mistress and it drove the Slayer wild.
"Goddess, Buffy, please...." Willow moaned.
"Not until I hear the words, Mistress."
Tara was ready to explode. Say it, Will...say it!
"Oh goddess, please...Slayer...fuck me...fuck my ass, Slayer...good and hard!"
"My pleasure," Buffy sang, slamming the toy in and out. She thrust harder, faster, sending Willow over the edge in mere seconds and poor Tara to tears.
"Oh goddess, yes!!!!! Oh Buffy, yes!!!!!"
Willow screamed her release, sending Tara to one of her own and making Buffy's poor pjs a mess.
Buffy slowed on the thrusting and pulled out. Tossing the toy aside, she covered Willow's bottom is soft kisses, then grinning, took a hard bite. Willow screamed and came again. Buffy moved up to the top of the bed, wrapped an around Willow and hugged her tight.
"I love you, Will," she said, kissing the redhead's cheek.
"Oh I love you too, Buffy," Willow muttered, still floating.
In the chair, poor Tara regained her breathing and whimpered weakly, the throbbing between her thighs more painful than before. Buffy looked over at her, then whispered to Willow, "Poor thing, I think she's leaned her lesson."
Willow smiled at her wife the turned to face the witch. Smile still on her face, she said, "Get over here, witch...Mistress is all messy and I don't think the Slayer can handle the cleaning up all by herself."
Tara grinned and by Willow's side in a heartbeat.