Fwd: Buffy's Mistress nc17 W/B

Buffy's Mistress

W/B NC17

Joss' stuff.

Summary: No plot, really. Just W/B fun.

Distribution: The usual, others just ask.

Dedicated to my beautiful Nora.

Buffy waited patiently. It had been nearly an hour since her Mistress had come home and still, she had said nothing. Her heart was pounding so loudly, she was sure all the world could hear it. This was torture, pure and simple, and it was driving her deliciously insane.

[ " Your are to be wearing the white and standing in the proper position when I get home, " her Mistress had instructed, during an earlier phone call. " Your behavior this morning will not go unpunished. " ]

Buffy smiled as she remembered the call, a chill going through her entire body. She had intentionally been a smart alec this morning, teasing her best friend about the computer seminar she would be attending this weekend, jokingly referring to the redhead as a 'nerd', knowing full well what would become of it.

First, would be the call. Her Mistress would go off to class after breakfast as if nothing had happened, only to call at lunchtime. Buffy would be scolded for her earlier behavior, then given instructions on preparing for her punishment that would take place that evening. After hanging up, she would go to the Magic Box to train with Giles, anxiously counting away the hours until her Mistress? return, visions of the sweet discipline to come swimming in her head.

And now, standing beside the bed in her white tee and boxers, the outfit her Mistress was rather fond of for punishments, she willed herself to remain calm. It wasn?t easy. Especially with her Mistress just a few feet away in the living room.

Buffy could hear her raspy voice as she sang softly along with Dido. Dear Isabelle, one of the redhead?s favorite songs. She sighed deeply, fighting the urge to run her hands through her short, blonde hair. Her hands were to remain by her side at all times when she was in punishment position, that was one of the rules. There weren?t many, but the few that there were, were strictly enforced.

Not that she minded. It was part of the game, as was the waiting. The longer she was made to wait, the sweeter the satisfaction when the waiting was finally over. Still, sometimes it was almost too much. Like tonight. Her body was trembling, her throat was dry and her pulse had to be at least 120. The anticipation was sheer torture. Torture that, judging by the now silent living room, was about to come to an end. Lita?s smile nearly lept from her face as she heard footsteps heading toward the bedroom.

Willow stopped in the doorway and looked at Buffy. Finding her in proper, pre-punishment position, she smiled.

" Very nice, " she stated, approaching the bed, her green eyes drinking in the site before her. " Very, very nice. "

She glanced down at the various items on the bed, picking up the small, wooden paddle. The Slayer couldn't help but gasp as she felt her body start to burn.

" Position. "

Quick to obey, Buffy moved to the bench in the corner, where she placed herself over the rail, gripping the wood tightly. She hoped she wouldn't be made to wait long. Her need was strong, the ache, painful.

" I like seeing you this way, " Willow purred, walking over to her. " Waiting for your punishment. " She lightly trailed the wood over Buffy's bum, sending delicious shivers through her already trembling body. " At my mercy. "

Buffy swallowed hard, her Willow's raspy voice next to her ear.

" You like it, as well. That's why you put yourself in this position..literally. You know you're bad and you like it that way. "

She moved away from the blonde and Buffy bit her lip. Please, Will, do it!

" Do you have anything to say? "

Yes! No waiting!

" Please, Mistress, punish me. "

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but was clearly heard.

Without another word being said, the paddle was raised in the air, then brought down onto the Slayer's backside.

" One, My Mistress Red, " she said, eyes closing tightly.

" Two, My Mistress Red. "

She continued counting after each one, her voice growing shakier as the impact of Willow's magic induced strength began to overtake her.

" Ten, My Mistress Red. "

She was definitely feeling the burn. It was intoxicating!

" Eleven, Mistress Red. "

She gripped the wood for dear life.

" Twelve, My Mistress Red. "

A soft moan.

" Thirteen, My Mistress Red. "

Ohh.

" Fourteen, My Mistress Red. "

Ohhhhh.

" Fifteen, My Mistress Red. "

The boxers were now soaked.

" Sixteen, My Mistress Red. "

And her ass was officially on fire.

" Seventeen, My Mistress Red. "

Another moan.

" Eighteen, My Mistress Red. "

This time, a growl.

" Nineteen, My Mistress Red. "

Ohhhhh!

" Twenty, My Mistress Red. "

Crying as she screamed her final release.

Willow stopped, helped her over to the bed and carefully laid her down on her stomach. She then crawled in next to her, pulled her close and tenderly stroked her hair as she drifted in her blissful state.

*****

" That was incredible. "

Willow looked down at Buffy who was returning to reality, and smiled.

" I did good? " she asked.

" No, Will, I always scream out in orgasmic delight just for the heck of it, " Buffy replied, grinning at her.

Willow's brow shot up.

" You so want more, don't you? "

" What do you think? " Buffy replied, wiggling her brows.

" That you're evil. "

The Slayer laughed.

" Well, duh. And you're the brain, right? "

The redhead smiled.

" Baby, I'm not sure you're ready for more just yet. "

" Chicken? "

"Then again?.. "

She reached over, grabbed the leather restraint that was attached to the headboard and fastened it to the blonde's wrist. Moving aside, she repeated the action with the Slayer's other hand, then stood up and surveyed her work.

Buffysighed deeply, her mind racing to figure out what her Mistress had planned. She felt the boxers being removed and closed her eyes, preparing herself for whatever was to come. Smiling, Willow smoothed her cool hand over Buffy's reddened backside.

" Hmm, " she mused. " Wonder if I could get it to match my hair? "

Buffy groaned and her smile grew.

" What should I use, " she continued, her green eyes searching the assortment of toys in front of her. " So many choices. "

She picked up a cat-o-nine tails and lightly drug it over Buffy, causing her to gasp.

" I don't know, " she sighed, exchanging it for a leather paddle." This might do. "

She slapped it down on her unsuspecting prisoner, who yelped.

" Hmm, how about..this one? " she purred, dropping the paddle and picking up the crop.

Buffy moaned with need, as her Mistress trailed the impliment of punishment slowly over her trembling body and clenched her teeth. Man, she was such a tease! It was driving her crazy with want!

" Maybe, " she sighed, losing the crop. " I should do this the old fashioned way. "

Her fingers danced ever so lighty across Buffy's warm bum and the blonde bit her tongue.

" You know, by hand. "

The Slayer felt the hand of her Mistress come down hard on her flesh and cried out.

" Oh yes! This is wonderful!" Willow exclaimed, repeating the action. " Much more personal. I want to hear counting. "

And so it began. Blow after blow fell down upon Buffy's trembling bottom and after each one, her now hoarse voice announced the number.

" Twelve, My Mistress Red. "

Her fingers gripped the leather that bound her.

" Thirteen, My Mistress Red. "

She felt her body begin to lose control.

" Fifteen, My Mistress Red. "

Damn, she was good!

" Seventeen, My Mistress Red. "

She couldn't hold on much longer.

"Twenty, My Mistress Red. "

She was now sure it would be days before she would be able to sit down, despite her Slayer powers. Yay for magic!

" Twenty two, My Mistress Red. "

She began drifting into sweet bliss of release.

" Twenty four, My Mistress Red. "

Willow knew she was going and finished up with one final smack, sending Buffy over the edge. She cried out with ragged pants and a surrendering wail, her body quivering in the sweetness of release.

Willow smiled, loving the site of her lover's pleasure, then carefully went about removing the cuffs. Moving close to her once they were off, she cradled her exhausted body in her loving embrace and told her how much she loved her.

Slayer Bad,

Red

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