FIC: Lesson #1 (very short)

["Red Willow" <reddwillow@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

hey there,
i wrote this a couple months ago with the idea of writing several other 
shorts to go with it, but that hasn't happened yet. After i saw last 
night's episode, Lessons, i thought about the fic, duh, named lesson #1, and 
decided, what the hell, let me post it and see what you guys think (i know 
some of you will be like... wtf was that? *shrug*) maybe i'd get inspired 
to write the others..... uh, AFTER i finish the other stuff first. <G>

Title: Lesson #1
Author: Red Willow
Email: reddwillow@hotmail com
Disclaimer: All characters and reference to belong to Joss Whedon, ME, and 
all them other peeps, i'm just using them to make my own fun. Girl/Girl 
action, you no like... you no read.
Pairing: B/W duh!
Rating: hmm.... not sure, R? BDSM scene, no sex...
Summary... uhh, the summary might be as long as the actual short.. just read 
it and yell at me later.
Feedback? please.
***

?Buffy!?

Buffy?s head shot up, straining against the black leather collar around her 
neck. The silver studs twinkled with the flickering light of the candles.

?Yes??

A hard crack resounded within in the confines of the small room followed by 
Buffy?s gasp as her body rocked forward, also straining against it?s leather 
wrist and ankle cuffs.

Willow pulled hard on the leash attached to the collar; bringing Buffy?s 
head back again, where Willow could see her face. She glanced at the 
leather wrist restraints that kept Buffy?s arms outstretched, knowing that 
the Slayer could break free and literally snap her in half if she really 
wanted to. But, Willow suspected, if that were what Buffy wanted, then she 
wouldn?t still be training the girl.

?Excuse me?!? Willow growled into Buffy?s ear, tugging on the leash.

?Uh? M-m-mistress!?
?That?s right! You will always refer to me as Mistress, is that understood?? 
Willow asked in a low but firm voice, rolling the handle of her bullwhip 
over Buffy?s very red and very raw ass cheeks.
?Yes Mitress!? Buffy gasped out, unable to prevent her hips from rocking 
back and forth as they had been doing most of the evening.

Willow?s closeness and the touch of that rough bullwhip handle against her 
ass, promising more than pain was driving her crazy.

?Oh Buffy,? Willow started, stepping away from the Slayer without dropping 
the leash. ?I thought I told you not to move.?
?I-I?m s-s-sorry Mistress? I-I can?t? I can?t help it!?

The Slayer was fighting with her own body. She was drenched in sweat and 
every ounce of her seemed to throb in rhythm with her wet sex. She knew 
that the only way Willow would touch her would be to keep still while she 
endured her punishment. But she also knew that the punishment wouldn?t stop 
as long as she kept moving. She couldn?t decide which she wanted more, 
Willow?s hand between her legs, or the exquisite sting of the whip on her 
raw ass and back. Either way, she was going to come soon. Her body rocked on 
the very edge, anticipating the final push into pure pleasure.

?Well I guess we?ll have to start all over again, won?t we??

Buffy didn?t say anything. She was waiting for the fresh stings with a 
mixture of fear and need. To answer right away would please Willow, but to 
delay a response might cause her Mistress to put more force behind those 
blows and somewhere deep inside, that?s exactly what Buffy wanted. She 
wanted to be broken, and she knew that Willow was the only one who could 
take her there, who could show her and give her what she needed.

?Won?t we?!!? Willow growled again.
?Yes Mistress!?

Willow knew what was going on. She knew Buffy wanted this, needed this. 
She knew that the Slayer would push her, test her until Willow really let 
her have it, until Willow forced Buffy into total submissiveness and that 
had always been the plan. But good things came to those that obey and wait, 
thought Willow.

?You really do need to have every inch of your ass whipped don?t you??
?Yes Mistress??
?Mmmm? I thought so. Now pay attention like a good little slave.?




"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound
anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that
as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like
beautiful music"
-Soren Kierkegaard

Willow: Oh Buffy, you really need to have every square inch of your ass 
kicked.
Buffy: Then show me what you got, and I'll show you what a Slayer really is.

Memento Mori. Remember that you must die.


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