The Anniversary Gift
by Red
book 2
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The Anniversary Gift
book 2
Red/Tangilass...(this part, by Red)
Joss' folk.
G/W/?, /Sp/X...others to come.
Summary: It's Willow and Giles 5 year wedding anniversary...but has Giles forgotten?
NOTE: Anya, Wes...they are alive...bad Joss!
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"I do believe we need to discuss your behavior, darling."
Willow shivered at the tone of her husband's voice, out of both fear for her bum AND for the yummy the rest of her body was feeling. Giles stepped closer, his eyes taking in the smooth, pale bottom in front of him, his cock aching.
"Would you like to tell me why you spent the day acting in a way that makes the old Cordelia seem pleasant?" he asked, removing his jacket and then crossing his arms.
"If I have to tell you, then I do believe that YOU are the one who needs to be in this corner, mister," she cooly replied, not turning around.
It took all of the Englishman's strength to NOT burst out laughing. He did truly feel bad, playing this role of the forgetful husband. However, he knew that by tomorrow night, it would all be very well worth it. By the tomorrow night, he would see the woman he loved more than life itself, happier than she had ever been.
"I am not the one who has been behaving like a spoiled, rotten little brat, darling."
She growled, turning around and glaring at him."Spoiled, little brat?"
His brow raised. "Spoiled, rotten, little brat, luv."
She growled louder and closed the two feet between them, looking up at him, her face nearly the color of her hair. Giles remained in stern, strict mode, ignoring the tent that was now his trousers.
"Since you have taken it upon yourself to remove yourself from the corner, go to my office and retrieve the special wooden paddle." She opened her mouth to tell him exactly what he could do with his beloved, stupid, special paddle, but he didn't give her the chance. "You are at 25 with wood, darling, argue and it goes up 10 for each word out of that bratty mouth of yours."
Growling loud, she stormed down the hall to his office. Once she was gone, Giles sighed deeply and closed his eyes, smiling and shaking his head. He loved his Willow so bloody much! And this, fire, this, passion...nay, this brattyness...all fueled his love for her.
Growling still, the redhead returned, her eyes burning into him and the Englishman thanked GOD that his darling wife had long ago been saved from the power of the dark magicks...for he was sure had she not reached the white light during their battle with the First, he would be as skinless as a holiday turkey.
Taking the paddle from her, he looked it over. Although they had quite the collection of toys, including a variety of paddles that ranged in the double digits...and despite the fact that his beloved Willow began purring at the mere thought of being spanked...he knew that this particular impliment was very much loathed by his redhead.
It had been given to him by his slayer...a torch passed on.
Not long after the First had been defeated, the Scoobie gang had assisted Angel and his team in a rather nasty battle that nearly killed them all. It was after that battle that Giles had finally confessed his true feelings for the witch he had come to love for more than just a friend. He had stood by her side as she worked her magicks, facing the darkest of evil...a force as powerful as the First, multiplied by the thousands. He had held her hand, felt the power coarsing through her, the fear, the passion, her innermost being exposed to him.
He saw her heart.
He saw the love she had been carrying inside that heart...the love that bore his name.
And when all was said and done...when the only ones left standing, or leaning, as was mostly the case, were the Scoobies, the L.A.er's, he made the decision to show her his own heart.
Kennedy did not take it well at all, threatening him and actually physically attacking Willow. Willow took a rather nasty beating at her former's hands, refusing to fight back with magicks. Had Vi not stopped by their apartment to pick up a book from the witch...
Giles shuddered at the mere thought, smiling as he remembered having to literally restrain Buffy when she had found out. There were many people who loved his wife...but only one that loved her the way he did.
Giles shook himself out of his memory lane walk and back to the current situation.
His very angry wife.
"Over the chair, darling, bottom high."
Willow gave him a look that assured him that he WOULD be sleeping on the sofa this evening, then did as she was told, moving to the leather reading chair and placing herself over it. Giles watched her, smiling as she bent over the chair back, her red silky shirt raising, presenting her delicious little bum perfectly.
The paddle in his hand, he made his way over, slowly. He didn't use this particular spanking impliment alot. It was only for special occasions. It usually came out when his wife had overworked herself, overstressed herself, or sunk into one of her well known, guilt funks. Well, that was what Buffy called them. Apparantly, they were normal occurances during high school, college and, well, beyond. Giles had known that Willow did, on occasion, tend to brood worthy enough of Angel himself. He remembered quite a few instances back at Sunnydale High...although, at the time, he did chalk them up to typical teen-aged issues...and Xander.
When he and Willow had told everyone that they were together, Anya had thrown a, It's about damn time party. Buffy had pulled him aside that night and had a little talk with him. That's when he found out about the, guilt funks...and about what they sometimes led to. Giles had been more than a bit shocked to learn that the woman he had loved for so many years, had actually, in those years, been at such a low point, she had actually harmed herself. He had heard of young girls and, ocassionally boys, self harming...but to think that one of his own would even contemplate such a thing...
It was after Buffy filled him in, that she gave him the paddle. Guilt elimination tool, she reffered to it as...good ol' G.E.T. His slayer had discovered her best friend one afternoon in one of the bathrooms of Sunnydale high school. School long out, the gang researching the latest demon, Willow had excused herself and retreated to the ladies room, where Buffy found her, making small cuts into her thigh. From that day on, Buffy Summers and Willow Rosenberg had an arrangement...when Willow felt, badness, she would come to Buffy. If Willow DID badness, Buffy spanked her best friend's ass good. The paddle had bene made by one of the woodshop students...a young fellow Buffy had saved from a Greglar demon one evening. And, Giles suspected, had seen his slayer's arse once or twice during the, Angelus period.
Looking from the paddle, back to his wife, the Englishman rested the wood against her bottom.Willow bit back both a growl and a moan.
"Twenty five...then over my lap until I see fit to stop. Count, darling."
He raised his arm and began.
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"Bloody hell, luv! That hurts!"
Xander grinned and slammed the paddle down onto his lover's now cherry red ass.
"This is punishment, baby...supposed to hurt."
SPANKSPANK*
Spike grimaced and gripped the headboard. "I said I was soddin' sorry!!!!!"
"Yeah, but it's the way ya said it..." *SPANK* "Somehow, I'm sorry for breaking your stupid game, doesn't convince me you're REALLY sorry."
Xander laid the paddle down 10 more times, covering his vampire's well toned, well spanked behind, then tossed it aside and quickly lost his boxers. Spike lay over the pile of pillows, tears soaking the pillow under his head, his cock digging into into the pillow under him. He was both in pain and heat.
Smiling, loving the soft whimpers and red ass wiggling of his mate, Xander grabbed the lube and slicked his throbbing cock up good.
"I guess you're forgiven, sweetie," he cooed, leaning down and kissing Spike's well punished backside. "Now ask nicely and your baby will make you feel all better."
Spike moaned with the kisses, raising and opening."Please, luv, please make your naughty boy feel better, pet, please!"
Grinning big, Xander slipped 2 well coated fingers between Spike's red cheeks, prompting both of them to groan.
"Oh yeah, my boy's all nice and tight...mmmmm, gonna have to fix that, aren't we, baby?"
Spike was so happy he didn't have to breathe. "Bloody hell, YES!!!!!!!!!!! Please, luv! Please take my naughty arse, Xander, luv, please!!!!!"
Xander thrusted in and out a few times, pulled out and posistioned himself.....
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"Twenty five." Willow held her reserve, refusing to cry. Well, cry much. Tears silently welled in her emerald eyes, her bum a three alarm fire, but she stayed in posistion, as dignified as she could be, bent over, her bottom in the air.
Giles stepped back, desperately wanting to kiss it better, to rub the burn away, to drop to his knees and...
No! No, he could not, not now...this was punishment. She had acted completely out of control today and he had a job to do...a job he owed her. Letting her get away with this, would only lead to her feeling gulty tomorrow or the next day...and a guilt ridden Willow was a very very bad thing.
Besides, she HAD whizzed a book by his head.
Clearing his throat, Giles move to the sofa, laid the paddle down next to him and called her over.
"Willow, come here, darling."
Straightening up with a wince, she made her way to him, wincing with every step. He had spanked her hard...the kind of hard he reserved for the badness. Ok, so she HAD whizzed a book by his head...and maybe she hadn't been the sweetest person...but he forgot their anniversary!!!!! He deserved a whizzing book, darn it!!!!!
He helped her over his lap.
"Comfy, luv?"
Oh goddess, was she! She loved being over his lap almost as much as anywhere.
"Oh yeah, nothin' says comfy like a buring ass."
Giles literally bit his tongue to keep from laughing, his hand moving over her heated bottom, rubbing ever so gently without even realizing it. Willow's eyes closed and she did a little biting of her own, nibbling her bottom lip to keep from moaning. Oh how she loved her Englishman's touch!
Oz had never spanked her. She had tried to get him to, but it just wasn't his thing. Tara had spanked her...and Tara had been quite the spanker...and Willow had loved Tara deeply.
And Willow loved being spanked.
She wasn't exactly thrilled over the kind like she'd just recieved, but even if it was a bad girl, non-sexy spanky, she always got turned on.
It was all Buffy's fault. Buffy had started this whole, spanking thing. Buffy was so a spanky ho. Buffy was a very good spanker. Even though Buffy had never spanked her in the sexy way, Willow had loved being over the slayer's lap. Oh goddess, did she love it!!!!!
But then again, she loved Buffy.
She had actually done stuff to get Buffy to spank her. Oh, she had never harmed herself for that reason...no, she would never do that to her slayer. But, there had been one, two, a few dozen times, ok, ALOT of times, she had walked home, been out, alone, when Buffy had instructed her not to be...hey, she was a witch, she could protect herself. Of course, she made sure to walk close to where Buffy had been patrolling, so the slayer would catch her.
She had longed to confess while lying over her best friend's lap...confess her feeling of love for the slayer...the, more than just best friendly, kinda love, feelings. But fear prevented her from ever doing that, so Willow settled for what she could get...until she met Tara.
Once Tara had come along...had been accepted by Buffy, the slayer passed the G.E.T. onto the blonde witch...who had, absolutely no trouble at all, using it. Willow had often wondered why Buffy had not stopped spanking her when Oz was there, but had when Tara came. After Tara's death...more accurately, after Willow's rehab in England and return to Sunnydale only to become Willow strips for Gnarl...Buffy had came to her, told her the same thing she had told her so many years ago in the high school bathroom.
It was at that moment, that Willow felt she was truly herself again...truly home.
Funny, Buffy never passed the torch to Kennedy. Of course, Willow knew the two never really liked each other before her ex's assult and Buffy was more likely to use it on Kennedy..more than likely, beat her over the head with it.
Kennedy, what the hell had she been thinking?
Oh yeah...Spike and Buffy...hiding from the pain...coping...that was what the hell she'd been thinking.
As Willow remininced in her thoughts, Giles finally realized what he was doing and stopped.
"Have you anything to say for your behavior, young lady?" he asked, using his teacher voice.
"Have you anything to say...anything, AT ALL?" she shot back.
Sighing deeply, he made a mental note to thank Buffy for this...and by thank her, he meant, return the favor to her own arse.
"Very well then, we shall proceed...if at any point, you do wish to make your apology, please do."
And with that said, his hand fell.
to be continued.....