RE: Fic: If It Pleases You (part 2/2) W/T/B NC17

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Subject: Re: Fic: If It Pleases You (part 2/2)
W/T/B NC17



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Title: If it Pleases You.

Author: TheBear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: Triangle (pretty much AU from there)

Pairing: W/T /B 

Summary: Sequel to Pretty Please- Willow's not the only one that needs
to make amends.

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! No real angst in this one, just sappy and sweet
(Be aware that my version of sweet includes BDSM and Graphic Sexual
depiction!) 

Author's note: Some of the lists have been brandying about discussions
regarding the blueprints to the Summers' house. I didn't really get
into this, and I imagine that some of the areas and layouts I describe
in this are inaccurate, perhaps even wildly so. I beg poetic license
and hope that this won't detract from your enjoyment of the story.

***

Part 2

Buffy got up to go to the bathroom when she stopped cold at the voice
that rang out behind her. 

"Where do you think you are going, Slayer?" Tara asked loudly, yet low
and sultry.

"Uh, to the bathroom?" Buffy answered. Realizing her mistake she
quickly added, "Mistress Tara."

Giving one of her patented little half-smiles, Tara said "Oh, good Idea.
I need to go too." Hardening her gaze as she got up, she added, "Don't
think I didn't notice your hesitation, Slayer. There's also the matter
of your impertinence last night! When I come back from freshening up, I
expect to see you on your knees waiting for me." 

"Yes Mistress Tara," Buffy said, eyes down, excitement clear in her
voice.

Turning to Willow she said, "Pet, since you were so good last night, you
get to watch your new lover get spanked! Then she can make amends for
having the audacity to harbor feelings for Mistress' girlfriend!"

"Oh, thank you Mistress Tara!" Willow gushed.

***

"Oh God! Oh my God!" kept running through the Slayer's mind as she
hurried to the bathroom and took care of her immediate morning needs.
Afterward, she stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. Taking
a moment to brush the dead-cat look out of her hair before meeting her
own gaze she thought, "I had sex with my best friend. My Best Friend.
laid over my lap and I spanked her and then she." Buffy's thoughts once
again transitioned from words to images as she relived last night.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, she once again took in the sight of
her nude body in front of the mirror. She noted the erect nipples, the
blush on her face, and the already growing moisture low down her
waxed-bare torso. "Now I'm going to have sex with my Best Friend's
Girlfriend. She's going to spank me and then I'm going to." Buffy's
eyes were wide and shining and her mouth was slack as the image of her
nude reflection faded away into her mental imaginings of what was about
to happen. 

She wasn't afraid of the fact that she had never had oral sex with a
woman before. She knew what she liked to have done to her, and she knew
where the various parts were, and how they worked. She imagined that
she could figure it out. "Plus, Tara will probably tell me what to do,"
she thought. Buffy remembered the pungent, musky earthiness she had
sucked off of Tara's fingers last night and her mouth watered a bit at
the thought of going straight to! the source of that potent flavor.

"Mistress Tara," Buffy whispered quietly, letting the words roll off of
her tongue, as her mind rolled the concept about, considering the
ramifications. She had let herself follow Tara and Willow's lead last
night; through a lot of 'firsts.' It was her first experience with a
woman- beyond a few post-slayage heavy kissing/light petting sessions
she and Faith had engaged in; before Faith went psycho on her. It was
her first BDSM scene, again not counting t! he time Faith and Angel had
chained her up and threatened to torture her. That one didn't count
because Angel and she had been setting Faith up, and she wasn't really
shackled. Never mind the fact that she'd had erotic dreams about that
situation for months afterward, "Minus the various sharp and pointy
instruments, of course." she mentally added. Last night- and this
morning- had also been her first threesome. 

"I think what's freaking me out, is that none of this is freaking me
out!" she thought at last. She decided that she had better get back
into the room and 'assume the position.' On her way out she had one
last thought and made a quick side trip into the storage closet to get
something she had never imagined she would actually use, though she had
never managed bring herself to get rid of it either.

***

Buffy returned to her room, relieved to see that Tara wasn't back yet.
She saw Willow perched on her chair, one foot up on her desk, spreading
her legs wide. Buffy's eyes widened at the sight, as Willow was
unabashedly toying with her nipples with her left hand, and stroking her
fingers through her curly red thatch with her right.

"I see that you're looking forward to watching Mistress Tara punish me,"
she said with a smirk on her face.

"Oh goddess, yes! Mistress Buffy," she groaned out in response,
obviously already extremely aroused just at the thought of it.

Buffy arranged herself so that she was kneeling facing the door with the
long, narrow wooden box she had retrieved laid out before her. She put
a stern look on her face and said, "And who told you that you were
allowed to touch yourself?"

Willow jerked her hands away from her self as though she had touched a
live circuit. "N-no one, Mistress Buffy." Then she got a sly look on
her face and nonchalantly stuck her fingers in her mouth, licking her
own essence off of them. "I guess you're going to have to punish me,
Mistress Buffy."

Buffy had to exert a great deal of effort to keep the smile off of her
face, and the laughter out of her voice as she said, "Count on it."

***

Tara lingered in the bathroom, trying to make sure Buffy had time to be
where she was supposed to be when she got back. She marveled for a
moment at her own good fortune. It wasn't that long ago that she was in
a place of serious depression and fear. Even after escaping her
horrible father and brother, she had been sad, lonely and afraid.
College was a place filled with loud, vibrant masses of people with whom
she had no idea how to interact. She felt like an outsider, a freak.
She had latched on to an on-campus Wicca group, hoping to find someone
who she could feel comfortable with, someone with common interests in
magic and witchcraft. All she found were a bunch of lip-servicing
wannabe Gaia worshipers who dismi! ssed magic as a 'negative stereotype'
of witches. She cursed her own timid inability to stand up to them and
show them that magic was real. She lived in the fear and self hatred
that had haunted her ever since her mother had died.

Then she saw Willow for the first time. Of course she had desired her
the moment her eyes had settled on the beautiful redhead, but it was
more than that. Willow had brought up the idea of spells to the Wicca
group; something Tara was always too afraid to do, and they had !
reacted just as Tara had always feared. She had for a moment tried to
support Willow's idea, but her cursed shyness had caused her to chicken
out at the last moment. Even though the entire group had essentially
chastised the red-haired witch for her idea, Willow only seemed to rise
above it, not be crushed by it. Pathetic as it was, Tara instantly
decided that Willow was her own personal hero. Then when they had faced
the Gentlemen together, her hero-worship only strengthened- though
obviously scared, Willow had shown great strength and resolve in the
face of, what Tara was sure was going to be, certain death.

Getting involved with Willow; seeing the horrors that this beautiful
angel routinely faced, and overcame, was a serious wake-up call for the
blond witch. That the world was full of evil, she had always known.
But, that the evil wore a physical face; walked the earth at night
seeking to rend and devour- that she didn't know. Even though her
family had convinced her that she had demon in her, she had never before
seen a real demon- certainly never had to face one; and could never have
imagined fighting one, let alone winning such a fight. The things
Willow and her circle of friends had been challenged by, and
successfully defeated, woke Tara to the amazing fact that it was
possible to be strong in the face of evil. It was possible to stand up
and actually win. Tara had so much wanted to be a part of that; not
only because she had desperately fallen in love with Willow, but because
she wanted to contribute to the cause- to help save the world. What a
change from the beaten and humiliated little mouse she had always been.

When Willow had made her choice- to be with Tara over the return of the
'love of her life,' Tara thought she could never be happier than at that
moment. Of course, it turned out that she was wrong. As glorious as
that night had been, it was later on, when the Scooby gang h! ad found
out the truth about her, the secret she had tried to hide- not to
mention the spell she had cast which had almost resulted in all of their
deaths- and rather than rejecting her, had taken her in; That was the
best night of her life. Buffy Summers- The Chosen One, The Vampire
Slayer, and- Oh yeah, Savior of the World (several times over!)- had
called her family. Buffy stood up Tara's father and brother and made
her a part of the most wonderful thing in the world- in Tara's mind at
least- The Scooby Gang. As much in love as she was with Willow, she
also fell in love with Buffy that night.

Tara could never have imagined that she would actually be doing this.
She was Mistress to the Slayer! The most important person on the whole
planet (in Tara's opinion) was on her knees, waiting for Tara to come
and spank her! Tara's own excitement was so acute that she thought she
might cum before she ever laid a hand on the Slayer. "Oh goddess! I am
going to enjoy this so much!" she thought as she opened the door and
went back to Buffy's room.

***

Tara slowly took in the scene before her as she entered the room.
Willow was sitting in the desk chair, prim and proper, but with a look
on her face which indicated that moments earlier she had been anything
but. Buffy was on her knees, eyes down, as requested. Before her was a
long, narrow wooden box. "What is that, Slayer?" she asked.

"A gift for you, Mistress," Buffy said as submissively as she could.

Tara raised a brow, wondering what this could possibly be. Obviously it
had to be something Buffy already owned, as she hadn't had time to get
anything new, as they had only started this relationship last night.
"Was this something appropriate to the Game they were playing? Did
Buffy already have BDSM gear before this?" Tara thought.

"Open it, Slayer," Tara commanded.

Buffy reached over the box and opened it so that Tara could see what was
inside.

Both Tara and Willow gasped at the contents of the box.

A wooden paddle lay nestled inside the blood-red velvet-lined box. It
was eighteen inches long, three and a half wide and three quarters of an
inch thick- made of hardwood with a dark, satiny finish and a leather
wrapped handle.

When Tara managed to bring her eyes back up to the slayer's face, she
noticed that Buffy was blushing hotly. Her own body was quivering in
anticipation of using this fine instrument. "Where did you get this,
Slayer?" she asked softly.

If possible, Buffy blushed even harder as she answered, "It was a. gift.
A taunt. from Angelus, Mistress."

Willow gasped again, finally dragging her eyes away from the paddle
where they had been fixed as visions of its use on both Buffy and
herself traipsed through her mind.

Tara asked with surprise, "And you kept it?"

Buffy, still blushing once again dropped her gaze to the floor as she
answered, discomfited, "I. I couldn't, Mistress. I hated Angelus for
it, but it. Well, let's say that it took me to a not-so-scary visual
place."

Tara regained some semblance of her self control and said flatly, "I
suppose you want me to use this on you."

Buffy did her best imitation of Willow's little girl voice as she said,
"If it pleases you, Mistress."

Tara suppressed a grin at Buffy's attempt to manipulate her. Not that
she was adverse to the thought. "I want to feel that ass with my hands,
Slayer. I want to see my pink handprints on that smooth, tanned flesh
first, then we'll see about the paddle."

Tara's descriptive imagery had Buffy panting with desire as she
answered, "Thank you Mistress!"

***

Tara had Buffy across her lap, the paddle laying on the bed next to her.
She was stroking the smooth skin of the Slayer's ass and upper legs,
feeling the wetness already running between those thighs. Her own thigh
was glossy slick from Buffy's excitement and she hadn't landed the first
blow. She was contemplating where to land her initial blow when she was
surprised by a question from the prone slayer.

"Mistress?"

"What is it, slayer?"

"Mistress, I've been very, very naughty." Buffy began.

"Yes, you have, that's why you're here," Tara answered meaning here
across her lap.

Buffy went on, "Mistress, I should be *severely* punished," she said,
hoping Tara would get the hint.

Tara realized that with Buffy being the slayer, her tolerance for pain
must be quite high. She assumed that Buffy meant that Tara should not
hold back at all. Breaking from her role for just a moment she leaned
down and whispered in Buffy's ear, "Are you sure I won't hurt you,
Buffy? Even with the paddle?"

Buffy was genuinely touched by the depth of Tara's concern and care for
her. "Tara, my slayer healing will take care of anything you do within
a couple of hours. I. I want." she trailed off, embarrassed by what
she wanted.

Tara wanted Buffy to trust her. This kind of game required absolute
trust, and she was determined to be worthy of the Slayer's trust. She
would give her whatever she needed. She said, "It's ok, Buffy. Tell me
what you want. Trust me."

Buffy's eyes filled with unshed tears as she dropped all barriers. "I
want it to h-hurt, Mistress," she whispered, her voice breaking.
"Please, Mistress. I need it."

Tara sat up rather quickly as she gasped at Buffy's request. She felt
the slayer stiffen on her lap, obviously fearing Tara's rejection.
Though she was slightly ill at ease with the thought of deliberately
hurting someone she cared about, she knew that Buffy would be more hurt
by a negative response right now. Buffy had revealed something
extremely intimate and confidential. To reject her now would ruin their
burgeoning relationship. "She's the slayer. Pain is different to her,
besides, it's not like there will be any permanent mar! king or
scarring," she rationalized to herself.

Out loud, Tara said, "You have been exceptionally naughty, Slayer. Your
punishment, therefore, will have to be severe."

Buffy's terror melted away at Tara's response. "Oh thank you Mistress!"
she cried.

Tara raised her hand and said "Count them out, Slayer," as she began to
strike the beautifully soft flesh before her; becoming aware of the
hardness underlying the velvet skin.

By the time Buffy had chanted out "Ten, Mistress Tara," there were tears
in Tara's eyes. Buffy's backside was red and hot. She took a moment to
stroke the reddened flesh, and inhaled the potent scent of Buffy's
dripping arousal.

***

Willow was squirming in her chair. The desire to touch herself, to
plunge her fingers deep inside her and ease the growing ache between her
legs, was nearly overpowering. Tara was spanking Buffy for all she was
worth and her best friend was obviously loving every moment of it.

Tara reached beside her for the paddle and happened to glance over at
Willow. The girl's body was fairly humming with tension, and her hands
were slowly drifting toward her sopping pussy. Tara could see the
moisture pooled on the chair beneath her. 

"Hands, Pet," she said, causing Willow to snatch her hands back and to
her sides. 

"Sorry, Mistress," Willow whined.

Tara had to fight off a smile as she saw the pouting desperation on her
lover's face. She added, "If you're good, Pet, I'll have the Slayer
clean up that mess for you," indicating with the paddle the sloppy mess
that was between the redhead's parted thighs.

Willow's voice was thick with lust as she said, "Oh, thank you
Mistress!" 

She all but bounced in her seat, causing a slight squishing sound that
had Tara almost panting to match her Pet.

Tara returned her attention to the quivering slayer in her lap.
"Continue counting, Slayer," as she brought the paddle down on the
blonde's already-red ass with a loud *Smack!*

"Eleven Mistress!" Buffy nearly shouted. The freshly stinging pain of
the paddle was almost enough to drive the slayer over the edge- almost.
Buffy could tell that Tara was holding back a little so she decided to
try and communicate her desperate need.

Tara was startled by the loud sound and a little shocked as the angry
red stripe laid across the slayer's trembling ass. "Surely that's too
hard!" she thought. Suddenly Buffy began squirming in her lap as she
called out the eleventh stroke. "Why that little vixen," Tara thought.
"She's begging for more!" She finally gave in to the Slayer's request
and let herself go, striking with all the strength in her body.

Buffy shrieked as the twelfth blow landed. "Finally!" she thought.
"Twelve Mistress!! Thank you Mistress!" she screamed as she approached
the ragged edge of release.

Amazed, and knowing that she was so close, Tara rained three more blows
in rapid succession, again as hard as she could muster.

"Thirteen, Mistress!" Buffy screamed. So close. "Fourteen, Mistress!"
Oh God! "Fifteen Mistressssss!!!" Buffy's speech degenerated into a
drawn out shriek as the orgasm that she had been anticipating since the
first smack on her ass arose through her like a blast wave. Any higher
consciousness Buffy had was eradicated as the waves of pleasure
continued to pound through her shaking frame.

Tara looked down in awe at the quivering, twitching body in her lap.
She reached between her Slayer's legs and gently stroked her clit,
trying to prolong the orgasm as much as possible. From the ferocity of
Buffy's reaction, she inferred that Buffy was long overdue for this
release. Tara wondered how long she had been holding in the emotions
that lead to this. Whatever the case, Tara was thrilled and gratified
that she had been able to bring this out in her new lover.

Willow inadvertently let slip an awed exclamation, "Wow!"

Tara looked up sharply but relented when she saw that Willow wasn't even
aware that she had spoken out loud. She bent down to Buffy's ear and
began to whisper soothing endearments as she came down from her amazing
pleasure-high.

***

Buffy slipped off of Tara's lap and down onto her knees as awareness
slowly returned to her. She had her arms wrapped around Tara's knees
and her head laid in Tara's lap, never minding the slick wetness on
Tara's thighs. She was crying in emotional release as she let go of
what she felt must be years of pent up sorrow and self hatred. All the
failures all the deaths that she had been unable to prevent-
intellectually she knew they weren't her fault, but her heart had filled
with guilt over them anyway. So full of guilt that it was almost too
much to bear, until it had left her feeling emotionally distant- as
though she were unable to feel love, or any other positive emotion any
more. It was like. a dam had been holding all that hurt inside. It
wasn't all gone yet, but Tara had torn a hole in the dam, and as the
pain poured forth, it widened the hole, allowing even more to flow out.
She didn't think she could ever really repay the once-shy witch for this
gift, but she knew how to start.

Tara shivered as Buffy began to clean her thighs with her tongue.
Watching the slayer lap up her own wetness from Tara's legs was turning
her on even more. And she was already so turned on that she thought she
would scream. "That's it, Slayer. Time for you to make amends," she
said as she spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows to watch the
Slayer in action. 

Buffy moved in closer to Tara's center and marveled at the way the
flavor changed from her own dark and strong muskiness to the more savory
and pungent syrup coating Tara's inner thighs. "Yes Mistress. Let me
make it up to you. Let me thank you for the gift you've given me." she
trailed off as her tongue once again set to work. 

Tara groaned and grunted as Buffy carefully laved every square inch of
flesh on her agonizingly slow journey to Tara's soaked curls. "Long,
wide strokes, Slayer. Bottom to top, be sure to catch every last drop!"
she said as she directed Buffy's enthusiastic but inexpert tongue.
"Now, slid in the two middle fingers. oh, yes! That's good! Turn palm
up and stroke the top. Oh goddess! Just like that."

Buffy could feel Tara's legs begin to tremble and muscles quaver around
her fingers as she stroked the spongy roof of her slick tunnel.

"Mmmm that's perfect," Tara purred. "Now suck on." she began when Buffy
instinctively latched on to her pleasure center with her lips and sucked
strongly, swirling about at it with her tongue.

Buffy felt the tremors in side Tara change into an earthquake of
grasping muscles as hot wetness poured forth over her fingers and into
her palm. She left off sucking on Tara's clit as she couldn't help but
slurp up the sticky goodness in her hand. She continued rubbing with
her fingers as she watched Tara's body shimmy and shake as the pleasure
rolled through her.

The more Buffy rubbed, the stronger Tara's orgasm got as she displayed
the multi-orgasmic splendor that has so amazed Willow their first night
together. The Slayer kept rubbing, kept drinking up Tara's savory syrup
until the witch was on the verge of exhaustion. 

Finally Tara had to instruct her to stop. "Enough Slayer!" she hitched
out between pants. She hastened to reassure her as she noticed the
worry in her eyes. "No, Slayer. You were absolutely perfect. Mistress
is well pleased- almost too well pleased. She paused for a moment to
catch her breath. "You have *so* made amends!"

Buffy smiled in delight, happy to have pleased her Mistress so well.

Tara smiled at the sight- Buffy grinning in delight, the lower half of
her face shiny with Tara's juices. She looked over at Willow and saw
the joy and desire in her eyes and said, "Now, go over there and have
Willow clean up your face, then you can clean up the mess she made in
you chair."

Buffy spun around on her knees and began to sensuously crawl toward the
redhead, thinking happily, "Savory was divine- now it's time for a sweet
desert!"

The End! 

(for now.)

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