Fic: Pretty Please (part 3/3) W/T/B NC17

["TheBear!" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Pretty Please? (with Whipped Willow on top)

Author: TheBear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: Triangle

Pairing: W/T /B (eventually)

Summary: Riley finally got a clue and left Sunnydale (Thank GOD! That
pathetic excuse for a man was really starting to get on my nerves!!)
Buffy is a wreck, Willow's a wreck, Fortunately Tara knows how to fix
everything.

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! This starts off Angsty, sappy and sweet, but
there is BDSM and assorted Smut ahead!

Author's note: Dedicated to the most marvelous, and kinky, Red. Pet,
you deserve to be stroked until there's nothing left but Soft and
Creamy.

Archival: Anyone may archive this if they like, just let me know where,
and how to get there, so I can go and admire it!

***

Part 3



"I'm glad you're here, Buffy," Tara purred in a most decidedly
Un-Taralike voice. "Willow needs your help."



Buffy heard the words, but they took several moments to register. The
sight before her had disabled her higher mental functions. Tara was
dressed like Buffy had never seen her before- Knee-high black vinyl
boots with a 4" stiletto heel, a black vinyl mini-skirt that looked like
it was painted on. Topping it off was a bustier- also in black vinyl-
that pressed Tara's breasts up and together as though presenting them up
on a platter. It barely came up over her nipples, and presented what
looked like acres of pillowy soft cleavage. She had a large amount of
dark green eye-shadow, and black eye-liner that tapered off to an
upswept point at the outside of her eyes. Her full lips were blood-red
and had that half-smile/smirk that only Tara could pull off. 



The image of Tara in that get-up was enough to cause Buffy's frustrated
hormones to flood her senses and would have brought her to her knees-
but the vision that was Willow had her completely frozen in place. Her
eyes were so wide that she could be mistaken for one of those characters
in a Japanese Manga cartoon. She was dressed like a catholic schoolgirl
in white shirt and pleated skirt. White knee-high socks and polished
black shoes completed the ensemble. 



Any comparison to an innocent schoolgirl; however, was eliminated by the
shirt having the top four buttons undone, revealing a lacy red push-up
bra, and the leather collar around her neck, to which was attached to a
thin silver chain. Plus, Willow was on her knees at Tara's side, and
Buffy noticed that the other end of the chain was in Tara's hand. The
look on her face was sad puppy eyes, spiked with just a hint of
naughtiness. 



"Wha. Wha." Buffy stammered as the words Tara had spoken finally
filtered into her brain.



Tara's smirk had gotten bigger as she waited for Buffy to finish taking
it all in. She knew she was looking exotic and dangerous, and Willow.
"Wow, If I do say so myself!" she thought. The mixture of innocence and
sexiness she had dressed Willow in had been too much for her to take at
first. "It's a good thing we started early," she thought. As it was,
she had had to redress her red-haired lover- and reapply her own makeup-
twice before she could get them out the door and on their way to
Buffy's. Even then, she had made Willow go down on her once they got to
the Summer's residence- "just to put her in the properly submissive
frame of mind," she rationalized. 



The real reason, of course, was that the sight of her lover in that
outfit, on her knees in supplication, was more than she could stand. If
Buffy had been five minutes longer, she would have found them in a more
compromising position. 



Willow, she knew, was on the ragged edge of desperation herself. Tara
hadn't let her cum all day long. In fact she had strictly forbidden
Willow from touching herself below the waist. She told her that she
would have to wait until at least the first strike from Buffy's hand
before she could let go. Willow had whined and pleaded but Tara had
somehow managed to remain firm; though she had eventually had to bind
Willow's hands behind her back as she kept trying to sneak one up her
skirt.



"Stay, pet." Tara said as she strutted over to Buffy. Leaning in close
to Buffy's ear, just so the Slayer could feel her hot breath, she said,
"Willow's been a naughty girl, Buffy. She has been hiding something
from us. something important. She made her amends to me last night, but
she still has to earn your forgiveness." Turning to the supplicant
witch she added, "Don't you pet?"



Willow kept her eyes on the floor, playing the part even though it was
sheer torture not to look up at Tara and Buffy. "Yes Mistress Tara,"
she whispered. "I've been bad, Mistress Buffy, so very bad."



"Yes, she has been bad," Tara confirmed. Taking a step back from Buffy
she continued in her uncharacteristically sultry voice, "Willow's been
hiding the fact that she wants you, Buffy. She's had the hots for you
for years now, but she's hidden it so you wouldn't know. If that isn't
just plain evil, I don't know what is!"



Buffy's mouth went dry and she started to tremble.



"What Willow needs from you, Buffy, is to be punished for her
naughtiness. She needs a good spanking, and then she can make amends to
you," said as she held out the chain for Buffy to take.



Buffy was still frozen in place, her thoughts whirling as the things
Tara said elicited mental images straight from Buffy's most erotic
fantasies. Willow wanted her- wanted to be spanked?!- and Tara was
encouraging her to do it! A million and one questions were tearing
through her brain, "What does it mean? What will happen next? What will
everyone think? Mistress Buffy?" Any thoughts of this not happening,
were crushed under the overwhelming desire that flowed through her
veins. Concerns about what happens next would be given appropriate-
probably more than appropriate- worries later. Right now the smell of
arousal permeating the room was suffusing her senses and pushing out any
options other than moving forward with this.



Willow was getting a little (ok, a lot) desperate. "Please, Mistress
Buffy? I've been so vewy naughty."



"Oh God." Buffy rasped out. Willow was using that little-girl voice.
Buffy could never resist that even in the best of times.



***



Tara smiled as Buffy reached out for the chain. She took Buffy's other
hand and lead her over to the bed to sit down. She got on her knees
behind Buffy and sat down so that Buffy was between her thighs, and her
back was pressed up against Tara's chest. Had Buffy been able to see
behind herself, she would have noticed that Tara's skirt rode up her
hips, leaving her completely exposed, as she wasn't wearing anything
under the skirt. Had she been able to pry her attention off of the
redhead kneeling at the other end of the chain she was holding, she
would have felt Tara's moist heat against her denim-covered backside.



Tara began whispering in Buffy's ear, guiding her through what to do.
She silently obeyed Tara's instructions, leading Willow to her side with
the chain, then guiding her up and over her lap.



Willow was sopping wet already when Buffy put her over her knees. "Oh,
yes Mistress Buffy, I've been horrible to you. I need to be punished,
please!" she moaned out.



The moment Buffy lifted Willow's skirt up onto her back- revealing the
witch's smooth, naked flesh- Buffy's own arousal bubbled over and poured
forth from her, saturating her panties and jeans. The smell of her own
arousal combined with the scent of the two wet witches, causing Buffy's
respiration to increase until she pumping air through her nose and
slack-jawed mouth like a bellows.



"Start off by stroking her skin, let her feel the hand that will soon be
reddening that glorious flesh," Tara whispered. "Tell her she's been
bad. Tell her you're going to punish her for hiding her feelings from
you. Tell her how you feel, Buffy."



Buffy began quietly, "I've wanted you for so long, Willow. You have
driven me crazy for years!" Beginning to let her feelings out, Buffy
tightened her grip on the chain- pulling lightly against the collar,
just to remind her that it was there. Her voice stronger now, she
continued, "Oh God! I am so going to spank your beautiful little ass for
that!" Buffy's stroking became a little rougher as she started to
scrape her fingernails over the pale globes, "Every time you sit down
tomorrow you're going to remember this, you naughty little vixen."



Willow felt like she was dying. Buffy was scaring her a little, and it
only served to spike her arousal until she felt like she was going to
cum before the first blow. The thought of all that power in the Slayer
unleashed on her like this. all she could do was groan in delight, "Yes
Mistress Buffy! Please! Punish me! Make me pay for what I've done!"



"Oh, you'll pay." Buffy promised as she drew her hand back and brought
it down with a hard *Smack* on the luminous skin laid out before her,
catching her just above the crease where the thigh joins the butt. She
was mindful, however, of her enormous strength- she didn't want cause
any lasting harm.



Willow shrieked in ecstasy. The frustration of going all day without an
release, while being teased and tormented her lover- making her bring
Tara off several times, and prancing around before her in that black
vinyl delight- had her on the ragged edge of orgasm to begin with. 



Marveling at the fact that Willow was cumming just from a single spank,
Buffy laid into the redhead- making sure to cover every square inch of
her ass with little red Buffy-shaped handprints. Then she began
overlapping them until Willow's backside was a uniform red over it's
whole surface, and heat was pouring off of the skin. By the third
strike, Willow's was so wet that it was actually splashing when Buffy
would hit her low enough. Buffy's jeans were soaked, the bottom from
her own arousal, and her lap from Willow's; even her hand was wet from
the splashed cream. 



Buffy's whole body was tingling as she watched the delicious witch
shudder and twitch in her lap. She let go of the chain with her right
hand, and looked at her left, glistening wet with cream of Willow. She
smiled at that thought and slowly brought her hand up to her face. She
inhaled the scent, savoring the musky sweetness of it. She tentatively
reached out with her tongue and tasted it from the palm of her hand. It
was sweet on the tip of her tongue, and just a little bit tart on the
sides. It combined with the slight earthly salt of her sweat, into a
potent lust-cocktail.



Buffy licked her hand clean, moaning in pleasure and anticipation when
Tara whispered in her ear, "Wait until you taste it direct from the
source!"



Willow was finally coming down from the intense high of her orgasm. She
slipped off of Buffy's lap onto the floor and kneeled before her, her
face laying on Buffy's feet, as her hands were still bound behind her
back. She was crying- the emotional release almost as powerful as the
physical. She was really looking forward to the next part- "Making
Amends!"



***



Tara adjusted her legs so that she they were along-side Buffy's. She
then reached behind her and unzipped her bustier. Scooting back away
from Buffy, she peeled off her top, allowing her breasts to fall free of
the restricting garment. She unzipped the crumpled vinyl skirt and
peeled it away as well, leaving her naked but for the boots.



Buffy heard the unzipping and peeling behind her and was frozen in
place. She wanted to look, but was unsure of what she was supposed to
do. Tara hadn't told her what to do yet. 



Tara smiled at Buffy's posture, realizing that she was, at least for
now, instinctively submissive to her. Her heart leapt at the thought
that she had dominated Buffy Summers. "Mistress of the Slayer! That
should end my reputation for being a meek little mouse!" she thought
exultantly.



"You punished Willow, but she still has to make amends to you before she
has earned your forgiveness, Ok?"



"Ok." Buffy answered, not entirely sure what 'amends' was, but hoping
that it was something that would address this ache that had developed
deep inside her while she was spanking Willow.



Tara decided to press her luck, hoping Buffy would play along, and not
take offense. She leaned forward, brushing her painfully erect nipples
against Buffy's nearly bare back. At Buffy's gasp she whispered in her
ear, once again bathing the Slayer's ear and neck with her hot breath,
"That's 'Yes, Mistress Tara,' to you Slayer." 



Tara held her breath waiting for a response, and almost giggled with
giddiness when she heard Buffy's breathy whisper, "Yes. Mistress Tara."



On the floor, Willow gasped when she heard Buffy's acceptance of
submission to Tara. "Oh, goddess!" she thought, eagerly anticipating
all of the fun to come; both tonight and in the future.



***



Tara scooted back on the bed until she was reclining up against the
pillows at the head of the bed. She spread her legs wide and began to
slowly stroke herself. "Now, Slayer. Take off your top," she said in a
gentle, but unmistakably commanding tone.



Buffy was trembling again as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly
drew it over her head.



Willow had managed to get back up onto her knees again and her gaze was
locked on each inch of Buffy's skin as it was revealed. She gasped in
raw lust as Buffy's breasts were bared. She imagined hours of pleasure
sucking and nibbling on those lovely round globes, the dusky
rose-colored nipples standing proudly erect.



Tara admired the flawless tawny skin of the Slayer's back, while smiling
at the obvious delight in her pet's gaze on the Slayer's front. "Good,
Slayer. Now." she raised her right hand and made a twisting gesture,
"Exsolvere" and the rope binding Willow's hands fell away. "Pet, I want
you to remove the Slayer's jeans and panties."



Willow was rubbing her wrists to help return the feeling to her hands.
She nodded her head and answered, "Yes, Mistress Tara," with obvious
excitement in her voice. She eagerly reached up and undid the button on
Buffy's jeans and unzipped them.



Willow was so cute, Tara thought, with her tongue sticking slightly out
of her mouth as she worked the Slayer's jeans open. "Scoot back up
here, Slayer," she instructed.



Buffy scooted back, leaving her jeans and panties behind in Willow's
hands. She was flushed lightly to be naked in front of her best friend
for the first time, well, the first time since tacitly admitting that
she wanted her as more than just a friend.



Willow was slack jawed with desire. Her best friend in all the world
was gloriously naked before her. Her pussy was completely bare and
smooth, "And wet. Ohmigosh! She's so wet!" she shouted in her mind.



Tara pulled Buffy against her until her head was pillowed between the
witch's generous breasts, and they were pressed tightly together front
to back, skin to skin. She held up her two dripping fingers and
whispered in Buffy's ear, "See what you do to me?"



Buffy inhaled the scent of her Mistress's passion, and was overwhelmed
with desire. She really enjoyed giving head, and swallowing, though she
had only Riley to go by, but she was very surprised to find that that
pleasure was nothing compared to the smell and taste of another woman.
Quicker than Tara could react, Buffy reached forward and sucked those
glistening fingers into her mouth and savored the flavor. It was
different than Willow's, less sweet, more earthy and pungent. She loved
it.



Tara chuckled, "Oooo, Naughty Slayer! You didn't have Mistress'
permission to do that."



Buffy shivered at the thought of what that would mean for her.



Tara looked down over the Slayer's body and ran her hands over it
approvingly. She stroked the small, but shapely, breasts with the palms
of her hands. She lightly tweaked the stiff peaks, eliciting a moan of
approval from the Slayer. She smiled and gave each nipple a good, hard
pinch and pull, drawing forth an even more enthusiastic moan. Tara
lovingly and gently smoothed her hands down Buffy's taught stomach, then
dragged her nails slowly back up it, leaving eight red lines to mark
their passage.



Buffy cried out as Tara marked her. A fresh wave of moisture bubbling
forth from her.



Tara next ran her hands down to the Slayer's hot, slick pussy. She
dragged her fingers over the outer lips, then between them, barely
stroking the inner, but collecting some of the Slayer's honey on her
fingers. "Mmm, let's see what's in store for you, Pet."



Willow's eyes had been riveted to Tara's fingers as they traced over
Buffy's body. Every gasp and moan drawn forth from the slayer caused a
jolt of pleasure to shoot straight to Willow's own pussy. When Buffy
cried out, Willow knew that it would only take a single swipe of her
engorged clit to bring her to another powerful orgasm, despite her
multi-orgasmic spanking session, mere moments ago. When Tara brought
her Slayer-coated fingers to her mouth- inhaling the aroma- Willow's
salivary glands let go, flooding her mouth. She so wanted to get her
tongue between Buffy's thighs.



Tara smirked as she brought her fingers into her mouth and smelled the
delightful Slayer-musk coating them. So different from Willow's- dark,
spicy, earthy. Not sweet at all, but powerful and intoxicating. She
didn't have to exaggerate her moan of delight. She had to remind
herself that this was for Willow's benefit, lest she take Buffy herself
right at that moment. "Oh, goddess, Pet. She tastes amazing."



Buffy was blushing head to toe. Her best friend's girlfriend just said
out loud how good Buffy's pussy tasted! Make no mistake, it was
incredibly arousing, but- God, Anya much?



"Pet, why don't you crawl on up here and see about making amends now?"
Tara asked.



Willow had to restrain herself from jumping right into Buffy's lap face
first. She crawled slowly up and onto the bed. She sat back on her
heels and looked at Tara, "Mistress Tara, may I take off my top?"



Tara smiled at her witchy vixen. "Just the shirt, Pet. Leave the bra
on for now.



"Yes, Mistress Tara," Willow said with a little pout.



Buffy's eyes were once again captured by Willow's luminescent skin. She
took in each curve and freckle with delight. She imagined dipping her
tongue into that cute little belly button on her way south.



Willow slid onto her belly and shimmied her way up between Buffy's
thighs until her mouth was millimeters from the dripping orchid before
her. She looked up at Buffy through her lashes and said, "I've been
very bad to you, Mistress Buffy. I want you to forgive me. I'm willing
make amends. Will you let me make amends?"



"Oh God Yes!" Buffy shouted.



Needing no further encouragement, Willow dove right in. Soft and sweet
and gentle would happen other times. This about raw, shivering need.
She pulled out all the stops, burying her face deep- pulling back only
slightly to draw in ragged gasps of air before going back in.



Buffy's head was twisting back and forth, slapping her cheek lightly
against Tara's breasts with each turn. Her awareness was centered on
Willow's tongue, which was pressed so deeply into her that it was
stroking her g-spot, while her nose was grinding Buffy's clit into her
pubic bone. Tara was pinching and twisting her nipples to the point of
delicious pain. Under this onslaught it only took a couple of minutes
before Buffy was riding the edge of a ferocious orgasm.



Feeling Buffy's body tense like a crossbow waiting for the trigger to be
pulled, Willow took that moment to slip one slender digit into Buffy's
anus.



Later, when she had recovered, Buffy compared her feelings at that
moment to the sensation she imagined would come from jamming a live
220volt electrical feed directly into her pleasure center. The scream
that tore through her throat would have rendered her permanently mute if
it weren't for her Slayer healing. Tremendous waves of intense pleasure
crashed through her over and over, not stopping until poor Willow was
forced to withdraw her tongue or pass out from lack of oxygen.



Tara stroked and petted her slayer's body as she quivered and shook
through the post-coital tremors. She whispered softly and gently,
helping Buffy come down from her potent high.



Her chest heaving and her voice raspy, Buffy said, "You. You're. You're
forgiven." After a couple more deep breaths she continued, "Oh, God! Are
you ever forgiven!"



The End.



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