Chapter 6

“Oh can we, can we, can we?” Buffy said bouncing on the balls of her feet and clapping her hands, before informing him, “I’m very good at hide and seek Mr.Spike!”

“Ok sweetheart.” Spike chuckled. “Well if you’re so good then maybe you should give me head start and let me hide first. Cos you’re so clever I’m sure you’ll find me quickly.”

Buffy beamed at him. God what Spike wouldn’t give to have ‘his’ Buffy give him as many radiant smiles in one day as he’d received in the time he’d been here. Smiling indulgently he playfully pulled at one of her pigtails and said “Well, you just skidaddle upstairs and count to three hundred for me. Can you count to three hundred sweetie.”

“I can count to one hundred!” Buffy stated proudly.

“Ok well you just do that three times then sweets ok.”

“But that’s a lot of counting Mr.Spike! Are you trying to cheat?”

“No you cheeky little monkey I’m not.” He said tugging her pitgtail again and tapping the end of her nose with finger. “You said you’re good at this game and I’m not so it’d be a really big favour for me if you give me extra time to hide. Ok sweetness?”

“Oh, cos I’m clever at hide and seek?” Buffy caught on with another luminous grin.

“That’s it so off you go ok.”

“Ok!” Buffy said. She turned to run up the stairs before turning straight back and throwing her arms around Spike’s neck standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “It’s ok. If I find you too quickly I’ll pretend I don’t see you.”

God but she was adorable Spike thought to himself. He watched her scoot up the stairs, which proved to be his undoing. When she reached the top the swish of her skirt caused him to gain a direct view straight up it.

That damned thong! Her breathy moans filled his head as he was transported back to the exact place in the ‘pulling her underwear off with his teeth’ memory that he had banished the thoughts at last time. He could almost feel her writhing beneath his skilled hands and tongue.

His eyes went wide as he looked around the apartment in desperation. She was out of his sight now but it was like a dam had opened in his head. He was being mentally assaulted with the sights sounds and smells of their most recent love making. His cock was painfully hard in his pants.

Thanking his lucky stars that he’d told Buffy to count for five minutes Spike raced to the bathroom. Hastily locking the door behind him Spike scrambled to release his throbbing member from his trousers.

Even as he did it he was cursing himself. ‘It’s like you’re a bloody paedophile you stupid git’ he cursed. A little voice in his head piping up in response ‘It’s just her body you’re reacting too how can you look at those legs and not think about what it was like to have them wrapped around you, squeezing as she cried your name.’

That second thought caused Spike to groan and give in to his urge to ‘deal’ with his problem no matter how disgusted he knew he would feel afterwards. He began to slowly run his thumb over the weeping tip of his dick before grasping it firmly and beginning to pump.

He threw his head back and groaned, his hand moving faster. His mind fixing strongly and rigidly on images of Buffy as her true self, completely free of the spell she was currently under. A growl started low in his throat as he pictured more and more erotic memories of them together.

He was so, so close. Knock. Knock. Spike jumped at least a foot in the air.

“Mr. Spike! Are you in the bathroom?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Spike muttered to himself desperately trying to force his rock hard dick back into his pants. He had been ridiculously close to the release that he was sure would have helped him handle the situation better. There was no way in hell he could keep going knowing she was on the other side of the door though.

“You can’t hide in there Mr.Spike cos if the door is locked I can’t find you and that’s just no fair!”

Spike was too panicked to answer, his face every inch as stricken as the dumb girl in the horror movie who knows the killer is in the house. He jumped again when Buffy’s voice sounded through the door.

“Watcha doin Mr. Spike?” she asked curiously.

“I-I just needed the loo luv.”

Buffy giggled. “You’re funny.” She said “What’s a loo?”

Spike screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back trying not to let his desperate struggle for purchase on his emotions show through in his voice.

“I mean I needed to go pee-pee.” He said wincing that he’d actually uttered the phrase.

He heard a deep sigh from outside of the door and just knew that Buffy was now standing with her hands on her hips for when she spoke her tone was incredibly reminiscent of ‘irritated ‘normal’ Buffy.’

“You’re a vampire Mr. Spike.” She said as if he were stupid. “You don’t need to pee.”

She sounded so much like her normal self that Spike banged his head off the wall in frustration at the effect her voice was causing on his already ‘tricky’ situation.

He forced his dick back in and fastened his pants finally and opened the bathroom door to find Buffy exactly as he expected. She was standing in the doorway, hands on hips looking at him sceptically.

“I think I should hide now.” She stated. “You’re a big cheater and cheaters don’t get to hide. Go upstairs and count.”

Spike was a little taken aback, apparently bossiness was not something Buffy had acquired with age, it came naturally it seemed. Being spoken to in such a manner was more cheek than Spike was conditioned to expect from a child but the need to escape her (and thus his mental torture) again was stronger than his surprise. Spike went upstairs.

“Three hundred Mr.Spike just like I did cos you cheated!”

Muttering to himself under his breath about bossy little chits Spike flung himself face down on the bed attempting to squash his erection away as he began to count. Had he been paying attention to his vampire hearing Spike would have heard a sound that would have sent him running straight down the stairs.

As it was he was finding such comfort in the mundane act of counting and the way it stopped him thinking or imagining too hard that he wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention at all.

At three hundred Spike got up and slowly made his way downstairs. He thought he saw a glimpse of yellow poking out from behind the T.V. The little minx seemed to have hidden in the shadows well enough that he couldn’t be certain that it was her dress he was looking at, but seeing as she wasn’t actually four there were only a certain number of hiding places she could fit into. He smiled to himself as he slowly crept towards the flash of yellow, keeping his eyes firmly trained on it for signs of movement.

When he was feet from the T.V. he pounced, jumping forward and sticking his head round the side of the set.

“Ha!” he shouted “Found you!”

He found himself face-to-face with thin air. To be fair the yellow he’d seen was the same colour as her dress. However it turned out to be nothing more than the cover of one of Giles’ albums.

“Maybe not pet.” He said loudly. “But I’m gonna find you. Now where could Buffy be?”

He stood stock still and began to survey the room for any sign of her. His heart plummeted to his stomach and he would have dropped dead in sheer panic, if that had been possible, when he realised exactly where Buffy was. She had left the biggest clue she could.

The front door to Giles’ apartment was standing wide open.

TBC……….
Oh dear, Spikey’s in trouble now.


Chapter 7

Spike stared at the open front door, mouth agape. ‘Idiot’ he cursed himself. ‘She’s four….kind of…..not bloody stupid. She’s already run off once tonight, was probably just biding her time til I was stupid enough to give her the chance to run off again. Probably gone searching for her mum and Dawn. What the fuck am I going to do?’

Just as he’d decided he’d have to go look for her the phone rang. As he had when Buffy knocked on the bathroom door Spike leapt about a foot in the air. He snatched it up and grunted unintelligibly into it.

“Spike?” Giles said on the other end. “We think we might have something. Can you keep her entertained for a little while longer? Hopefully we can do the reversal from here. Should be about 15 minutes, can you manage for a while?”

“Uh, yeah! Sure thing Watcher.” Spike lied into the phone his eyes still fixed disbelievingly on the door.

“Good hopefully it won’t be too long before we have our Buffy back. Fingers crossed. Oh and Spike, keep her out of the chocolate ice cream won’t you? She’s bad enough for stealing it when she’s ……..er….. ‘normal’ as it were. She’ll no doubt try to get you to give her some.”

“Right, yeah.” Spike replied absently. “Whatever you say Rupert. Look mate I……er…… something’s come up……….I gotta go.”

In the Magic Box Giles stared in true comedy fashion at the receiver now emitting a ‘dead’ tone.

“Well!” he said. “That was rude! Just hung up and ran off! Oh god I hope he hasn’t let her ‘trash’ my house.”

“Trouble over at Fort Giles?” asked Willow looking up from the book she was feverishly scanning.

“I bloody well hope not!” Giles exclaimed. “Spike’s a grown man, and obviously a vampire, if anyone should be able to control her, he should. He did sound decidedly out of sorts though.”

“Yeah…” said Willow slightly hesitantly. “Actually, I was just kind of wondering whether leaving him with her was entirely the smartest thing to do.”

“Meaning?” Giles looked a tad perturbed and began to clean his glasses.

“Well, you know, first off – Vampire…… all fangy and grrrr. Second, Spike with a kid? I mean he was raised in Victorian England. Not exactly easy on the kiddies over there in those days.”

“I’m sure Spike can think of plenty of ways to keep Buffy out of trouble without resorting to a recreation of his own childhood.” Giles said uncertainly rubbing his glasses just a little harder.

Willow cocked an eyebrow at him. “I dunno, he’s not big with the patience, even by vamp-y standards.”

“Well….” Giles answered. “Much as I’m reluctant to say this, Buffy was a tad unruly for us. Maybe a firmer hand was needed. In fact,” he continued popping his glasses back on, “given Spike’s experience of how children should behave, he’s probably the best man, er, vampire for the job.”

Willow still looked sceptical but Giles had his version of resolve face on so she went back to the spell that they thought was the one they needed.

“Lets get on with trying this spell then.” Giles said heartily. “I’m sure Spike has everything under control.”

Back at Giles’ apartment Spike had put the phone down, grabbed his duster and headed out at speed. If he had to search the whole town he’d find her! The thought of her running about not knowing she had slayer strength let alone how to use it, emotionally and consequently physically vulnerable made his blood run cold-(er).

He’d been fruitlessly searching for about ten minutes before his brain kicked into gear and he actually thought about using his vampire sense of smell to look for her. He picked up her old scent where she’d been earlier but there was no new scent anywhere.

He back-tracked all the way back to Giles house and still nothing. He stood outside trying to work out what that meant. Had those gits grabbed her when she got out the door and done something magical to her?

Running a hand through his hair in frustration he went back inside. His mind now in overdrive trying to puzzle out what could have happened. One thing he was certain of was that he’d left it too long already. If those annoying little boys had her he had to tell Giles and the others now.

He stalked into the kitchen and grabbed the phone receiver, pulling the whole thing off the wall in his haste.

“Bugger!” he swore and was startled to hear a giggle from the corner of the room.

His head whipped round to find Buffy sitting in a small alcove under the counter at the far end of the kitchen.

“Told you I was good at this game.” She beamed at him. “I opened the door as a little trick, I knew you’d think I went outside!”

For a moment Spike’s mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water. Relief, and anger warring inside of him as he realised she’d actually tricked him on purpose, had been sitting here all the time he was out looking, worried out of his mind. The little brat!

With a growl he grabbed her arm and hauled her out of her hiding place. Almost throwing her the length of the kitchen. He knew his reaction was strong and that most probably he was scaring the crap out or her but he just couldn’t help himself. The mixture of relief, terror and anger were all consuming. His time looking for her had been a completely different kind of torture to what he had been feeling up to that point. He was fast realising that this torture was even stronger emotion wise.

“Get in there.” He said pointing to the living room. Not sure exactly what he planned to do in there but envisaging a severe talking to. When she didn’t move immediately he growled again as he moved towards her.

Buffy squeaked and all but ran out of the kitchen into the living room. As he followed her gaining on her every second she brought her hands back to cover her bottom.

“I’m sorry Mr.Spike.” she said as she scuttled ahead of him, not exactly sure why Spike was so angry but knowing she was in big trouble. “Please don’t spank me. I didn’t mean to be naughty.”

Spike hadn’t even considered it up to that point. He was still incredibly shaken but suddenly the idea seemed the only course of action to really impress upon her the seriousness of what she had done, of how she had made him worry.

Turning her around to face him he pulled her hands from behind her back to rest at her sides, maintaining a firm grip on her upper arms. He shook her a little as he bent his face to hers.

“You were very, very naughty Buffy.” He said almost in a hiss, before promptly seating himself and taking her over his knee.

Buffy squirmed and tried to get up but this only caused Spike to hold her more tightly around her middle as he positioned her across his lap.

“Please. Mr Spike. I’m sorry!” she said still attempting to squirm out of his grasp.

“You bloody will be!” he said bringing his hand down firmly on her covered ass.

“Owww!” Buffy squealed. Her legs kicking, body wriggling.

“Pretending to run off like that was very,” Spank

“very,” Spank

“naughty.” Spank.

“I was very,” Spank

“very,” Spank,

“worried about you.” Spank, spank, spank.

“Please Mr.Spike I – I – d-din’t know.” Buffy hiccoughed as she began to cry.

“Well you’ll know all about it when your bottoms warmed good and proper won’t you?” Spike said, beginning to lay smacks on her bottom faster.

He landed a hard spank right on her sit-spot and Buffy’s entire body went rigid. Spike thought maybe he’d laid that one on a little hard even for the slayer, maybe she felt pain like a four year old. Had he been able to see Buffy’s face however he’d have noticed a very perplexed expression appear on it, not one of pain.

Buffy felt like she had just woken up, where the hell was she? She tried to straighten up only to find that she was being restrained. From what she could see it looked like she was in Giles’………..OWW!

The whole evening came rushing back to Buffy with the slap to her ass. She remembered everything! For a second outrage and embarrassment vied for supremacy within her but just as quickly the wicked part of her took over. She was over Spike’s lap and he was spanking her, and who’d have thought it would feel so good! She felt herself growing wet as Spike continued to punish her.

Spike had been so lovely all night and she had worried him so much, it was only fair she took her spanking wasn’t it? A smirk formed on her lips before she resumed her wiggling and crying.

“Please Mr. Spike I-I’m so-or-rry.” She wailed.

Just then the phone rang and Spike cursed. Standing Buffy up he took her by the upper arms again and looked into her tear streaked face.

“I’m sorry I had to do that Buffy.” He said voice and face full of sincerity but I was just so worried about you. He enveloped her in a bear hug before letting go quickly and heading for the phone. “You just stay there sweetness while I get this then you and me are going to have a little talk.”

“Hello?” he said into the receiver. “No……. same as ever………no I don’t think so. No, she doesn’t seem any older at all…….hang on…..”

Spike moved the receiver from his ear and looked at Buffy carefully. “Buffy luv? How old are you?”

Buffy thought quickly, she had plans for fun with Spike, she didn’t want to let him know straight away that the spell had worked that she was fully restored. “Six.” She said sticking her thumb in her mouth for effect, after she had spoken.

“Six?” Spike said.

“Er, Giles?..... apparently something happened, she seems to have come on two years since you did the spell. Can you do it again? Stronger ingredients or something?.........well don’t you carry that kind of stuff in the shop?......Ok,ok. We’ll just have to wait then won’t we? Yes I’ll stay with her. Ok mate bye”

The spell couldn’t be repeated again straight away, some bollocks to do with a rare crystal that had to cool down before Willow could try again. Spike could have screamed. Now he was condemned to even more torture. Was a six year old slayer going to be any easier to handle?

He found out soon enough as he walked back over to Buffy and motioned for her to sit on the sofa. She took her thumb out of her mouth slowly before fixing him with a scowl.

“Go away!” she said petulantly. “You’re mean, you spanked me and I don’t like you anymore.”

‘Oh this is gonna be fun’ Spike thought in exasperation at the exact same moment as Buffy thought it with huge relish.

TBC………..

Chapter 8

“Buffy,” said Spike gently but firmly. “Do you know why I spanked you?”

“Cos you’re mean!” Buffy said in her best ‘duh’ voice.

“No sweetheart. I mean do you remember what happened before I spanked you?”

“Yes. You got mad in the kitchen and I said ‘please don’t spank me’ cos I didn’t know what I’d done but you did anyway.”

Spike sighed and opened his mouth to speak but Buffy wasn’t finished.

“Cos you’re mean.” She added sullenly.

“Buffy, come and sit on the sofa so I can talk to you please.” Spike said trying to keep a hold on his patience.

“No.” Buffy refused. “You’ll spank me again.” This was exactly what Buffy actually wanted to happen but she couldn’t let Spike know that, he’d guess what was going on. She had really enjoyed the spanking though, the heat from her bum had gone straight to her groin putting her in the mood for a good deal of teasing.

“I’m not going to spank you Buffy.” Spike said.

“Meanie.” She said sticking her tongue out at him. “You’re a meanie and a liar! And I’m not doing what you say!”

“Buffy if you don’t get your butt over here and let me talk to you I bloody well will spank you. Spank you good and proper cos now you’re just being naughty and you know it. So unless you want another, harder, bottom warming I think you better sit down.”

Buffy sighed petulantly and made a great show of flinging herself onto the sofa, as far away from Spike as she could get. She crossed her arms and turned her head away from him.

“Buffy!” Spike said warningly.

“I’m not being naughty!” she protested “I’m on the sofa!”

“Buffy Anne Summers, turn your head around right now so I can speak to you properly.”

A smirk threatened to blossom on Buffy’s face at Spikes use of her full name and his obvious frustration with her. She quickly hid her mirth and with another theatrical flounce turned herself round on the sofa so that she was facing Spike one leg bent at the knee laying flat on the sofa the other hanging over the side.

“Buffy, I’m sorry I spanked you luv but sometimes even grown-ups get scared and when that happens they don’t always think too clearly about what they are doing. Do you understand me poppet?”

Buffy actually almost melted right there and then, it was unbelievably sweet to hear Spike dealing with what he thought was a six year old. And calling her poppet was just too darn adorable.

Her first intention when she’d decided not to tell him that she had been fully restored was to tease the hell out of him. To her surprise she realised she quite liked him being kind and understanding with her.

Their relationship had always been based on snarking at one another, trying to get one over on each other and the heat had always come from their almost indecent ability to irritate the hell out of one another.

“Buffy,” Spike snapped her out of her reverie. “Do you understand what I said honey?”

“Yes Mr.Spike.” Buffy replied regarding him thoughtfully. Maybe there was more fun to be had than just getting him to spank her again.

“Ok. Then you must see why you shouldn’t scare grown-ups like that.”

Buffy nodded solemnly, trying to keep a straight face, as wicked ideas for torturing Spike ran through her head. “Yes Mr. Spike I understand and I won’t do it ever ever again!”

“Good girl.” Spike beamed at her. “So, are we friends again flower pot?”

Buffy’s brow crinkled as she seemed to consider this.

“Don’t you want to be my friend Buffy?” Spike asked cajolingly.

“Well, I have to think about it carefully.” Buffy said. As she had been speaking she had been toying with the hem of her dress. Looking up at the ceiling and sighing heavily she pretended to be considering the offer of friendship.

Without changing her thoughtful expression at all she pulled the hem of the dress up to her mouth and began to chew on it. When there was no immediate reaction from Spike she pulled both feet up onto the sofa and bent her knees, making sure Spike was getting a good look at her underwear.

Bingo! A choking sound came from Spike and he shoved her legs together and pulled her round so she was sitting properly on the sofa. Positioning a look of utter puzzlement on her face she finally looked at Spike. She almost couldn’t speak for fear of letting forth gales of laughter. Spike was practically sweating, trying not to look at her and his face was beet red.

“What’s wrong Mr.Spike?” she asked innocently

“Nothing luv. Just little girls in pretty dresses shouldn’t sit certain ways and………I – I-…….” At a loss, Spike resorted to the good old ‘change the subject’ tactic. “Are we friends again then pet?”

“Ok!” Buffy beamed and leapt at Spike as she had earlier. She straddled his legs but this time purposefully pushed herself hard against his groin. Her hands were on the back of the sofa penning him in. She leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips, smiling internally as she felt him harden further every second that she was atop his lap.

Again, Spike quickly moved her back on his knees avoiding looking her in the eye as he took deep breaths to steady himself. Buffy was not put off in the slightest but she couldn’t let him know that. She simply repeated the action of bringing the hem of her dress up to chew on it, as if puzzled by Spikes reaction to her kiss.

She was sure she heard him mutter something under his breath that sounded like ‘bloody killing me here’. That’s the kind of thing she was looking for! Now what else could she do to make him have that kind of reaction?

It came to her instantly and she knew it would work a treat. She jumped off Spikes knee and promptly turned around and bent over in front of him. Her intention had merely been to move the coffee table out of the way in order to carry out her plan.

However, when she felt a breeze whisper across her upper thighs and heard a strangled gasp from Spike an impish grin spread across her face. She bent a little lower, causing the dress to ride up even higher and wiggled her ass as she play-acted struggling to push the table aside.

“B-Buffy.” Spike stuttered. “What are you doing luv? Leave the table alone and come here.”

“No. I need to move it. I need to show you something cool.” Buffy said wiggling her ass just a little more for effect.

“Oh bugger! Really Buffy, stop it now.” Spike said through gritted teeth, unable to take his eyes from the glimpse he was getting of her luscious ass.

Buffy gasped and looked up at him over her shoulder. “Mr Spike! You said a bad word!” Her brief look at him told her that her teasing was getting to Spike the way she’d hoped. So, without further ado she pushed the table out of the way saying, “See, all done!”

Sitting down on the floor facing Spike, Buffy placed her legs flat on the floor and opened them wide.

“I gotta stretch first.” She informed him.

Spike closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. Again he had a direct view of her thong and try as he might he couldn’t banish images of what lay beneath it. How it tasted, the screams he could rip from her with skilful manipulation of it in so many ways. Ways that pervaded his thoughts, battering at his defences. He had to get himself away from her long enough to ease the tension and he had to do it soon.

“Watch me Mr.Spike!” Buffy demanded.

“Sorry, luv.” Spike said forcing himself to open her eyes and look at her.

Buffy stood up and moved to the far side of the room before doing a cartwheel in front of Spike. The loose fitting dress fell down with gravity, giving Spike a view of her body, almost to her breasts. His cock throbbed as he watched the beautiful sight of her toned muscles shifting through the movement.

Buffy decided the effect wasn’t big enough and when she’d finished the cartwheel she turned smartly and did a forward walkover segueing directly into a left leg leading splits.

“Aren’t I clever?” she asked innocently. “And look what else I can do.” Turning her body, with her legs still in position she faced him, her legs in full split either side of her.

The display of flexibility, gave Spike a whole new bunch of memories to torture himself with. He saw her on her back, him shoving her legs almost as wide as they were just now and holding them there as he plowed into her.

“Yes pet…..Lovely…….you’re very……. erm clever. Say! How about some more of that chocolate ice-cream?” Spike said desperately trying to clear his mind of lustful thoughts and visions. Right now he’d take Giles’ wrath due to missing ice-cream over Buffy deciding to show off more of her ‘skills’.

“Actually Mr.Spike,” Buffy said. “My tongue feels like it wants a lollipop to lick and suck at. Nice and slow so it lasts a long, long time.”

When Spike didn’t immediately answer Buffy thought maybe that last sentence had given her away. That she hadn’t sounded childish enough, that she’d been to blatant. One good look at Spike’s face told her different.

For the millionth time today Spike’s eyes were screwed tight shut and a look of total pain was plastered across his features. Evidently her words had been so effective that he didn’t have a chance to even notice exactly how she’d said it.

‘Oh yeah!’ Buffy thought suppressing her giggles. ‘This is so much fun!’

TBC…….. Now that she can purposefully do naughty things with the lollipop should Buffy get one?






Chapter 9

Buffy jumped up from the floor and stood before Spike, tugging at the front of his clothing until he opened his eyes.

“Can I have a lollipop Mr Spike? Can I?” Buffy asked bouncing up and down in front of him excitedly. She instantly noticed how his eyes were drawn to her chest.

That was an advantage she hadn’t counted on. Her bouncing had purely been to emphasise her ‘kiddiness’ after her near-slip. Boob jiggling wasn’t intentional but she could definitely work with it.

“Give me one Mr. Spike, please.” She said, puppy eyes in place. She only realised the double meaning of her words when she saw Spike shiver. All to the good, she bounced harder as she spoke again.

“Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop!” she repeated, making sure Spike got a good jiggling eyeful with each word.

Spike was really suffering; impossibly it was like his cock got harder with each wiggle of Buffy’s breasts. He couldn’t help but feel that if this went on much longer he’d mess up his pants; either by bursting the zipper with his steel-like erection or by exploding and drenching them with his sticky cum. Neither option was a welcome prospect with a kiddy-fied Buffy present.

“Buffy stop it!” he snapped, just about at his wits end and not able to take another second of the tantalising display she was subjecting him to.

He instantly regretted having raised his voice to her and was almost afraid to look at her face. He didn’t want to see her crying again, especially not because of him. He was relieved to find, when he did look, that although Buffy was sporting an almighty pout, she wasn’t crying.

Buffy had actually only just managed to replace her self-satisfied grin with the pout before Spike looked at her. She knew straight away that his look of relief was because she wasn’t crying and felt a momentary twinge of guilt.

The guilt passed quickly when she realised that his eyes had travelled from her pouting lips to back to her chest as if magnetically drawn there. To his credit his eyes almost immediately flicked away and she had to admire his self-restraint. His obvious lust however, only incited her to tease him more. Hell when had she ever gotten into a sexual situation where she didn’t want to drive him crazy with lust? It made the sex so much better.

Licking her lips slowly Buffy looked up at Spike, an alluring mixture of innocence and temptation.

“See Mr. Spike!” she grinned “my tongue is peeking out cos it needs a lollipop to lick.”

She made a point of her tongue and allowed it to rub quickly back and forth across her top lip. She relished the look of horror on his face and the way his eyes went wide.

“N-no. No lollipops.” Spike stuttered “Too much sugar in lollipops. They-they’re bad for your teeth. How about erm, how about some……ice cream? Yeah more ice cream.”

Buffy fixed Spike with a critical stare. Inside she was laughing fit to burst. Now he wasn’t making any sense at all. She had him so flummoxed! She hadn’t had so much fun in a long time. Turning on a dime she decided to give Spike a side of her he rarely got.

“Please Mr. Spike. Please, please!” she turned on her best puppy dog eyes.

Spike shifted uncomfortably in the face of her pleading. It wasn’t her fault he couldn’t keep his mind out of the gutter. All the kid (and she was a kid – he reminded himself) wanted was a lollipop. He looked at her looking at him, tongue still popping out, and knew in that instant that he just couldn’t watch her with a lollipop again.

“How about some more of that ice cream then?” he asked desperately.

Buffy opened her mouth to point out that ice cream was no better than lollipops, teeth-wise. She closed it again quickly when she remembered what was in Giles’ freezer with the ice cream.

“Ok.” She said with a wide grin.

Spike eyed her a little suspiciously, but decided not to rock the boat. If she was going to be good, and quiet and most importantly of all ‘still’ who was he to stand in the way of her?

They went into the kitchen and headed for the freezer.

“Hey hold your horses!” Spike exclaimed as Buffy barged past him and flung the door of the freezer wide. His exclamation didn’t stop her for a second as she delved in, bypassing the ice cream and yanking out something which Spike couldn’t see.

Backing away from him she held her recently retrieved treat behind her back.

“Buffy what have you got there?” Spike asked, perplexed by the sound of rustling paper that was coming from behind her back.

“I don’t know what you mean Mr. Spike.” Buffy said, the picture of innocence as her hands continued to work at the wrapper behind her back. She wanted it ready to eat when she brought it out. Didn’t want the impact to be spoiled by Spike seeing what she had before she could get it into her mouth.

“Give it to me Buffy.” Spike said advancing towards her as she continued to back away. “I said you could have ice cream, and that’s all you can have young lady. So whatever you have, hand it over.”
“Nu-uh!” Buffy shook her head, laughing.

“Buffy I mean it. Do as you are told for once, I won’t have you defying me like this. Give it to me.”

“Nu-uh!!” Buffy repeated, her grin getting wider.

“Buffy! Do you want me to smack your bottom again?”

Buffy was suddenly torn. Strange as it was (like everything else that had been going on the past few hours wasn’t strange!) she’d immediately found she really enjoyed him spanking her over his knee.

The question she faced now was what did she want more? To put into practice her next plan for shameless teasing? Or to get him to spank her bottom until she squirmed.

“Well Buffy, is that what you want?” Spike interrupted her thoughts. Slowly she backed towards the trash and silently deposited her frozen treat there. That could wait she decided, Giles had plenty more, she could get back to that plan later. Pulling herself up to her admittedly somewhat vertically challenged, full height, she thrust her chin out in defiance. She stuck her tongue out and waggled it before saying.

“I don’t have anything.” And she showed him her empty hands. Now for the icing on the cake. “Besides, I’m not scared of you Mr. Spike, you spank like an old lady!”

“I-I…..you little….I…WHAT?!” Spike spluttered unable to believe what the little brat had just said.

“A VERY OLD lady.” Buffy qualified with a grin before making to dart past the apoplectic vampire.

She didn’t make it, but then again she hadn’t really planned to. Spike seized her by the arm as she passed him and marched her out into the living room.

The arm he had seized was held above her head, keeping her in place as he delivered a couple of stinging swats to her behind as they went.

Once they reached the sofa he wasted no time turning her over his knee, enraged further by the fact that as he pulled her down Buffy let out a giggling “Whee!”

“I’ll give you bloody whee!” Spike ranted. “Old lady? Let’s see what your bottom says to that after I’m through with you.”

Buffy continued to giggle as Spike laid the first few spanks on, which just exhorted him to greater efforts.

“You naughty,” SPANK SPANK

“naughty,” SPANK SPANK

“naughty” SPANK SPANK

“little girl.” SPANK SPANK.

“You WILL,” SPANK SPANK SPANK

“learn to do as I tell you.” SPANK SPANK SPANK

“And not cheek me.” SPANK SPANK SPANK.

The spanking and the lecturing went on as Buffy felt a flood of juices between her legs. She’d stopped giggling, the spanks were really starting to sting and tingle and burn now.

As Spike continued to tan her hide she started to squirm over his lap trying to get her clit into contact with something, anything.

Suddenly Spike stopped spanking. Buffy was confused but after a few seconds respite she felt Spike flip her dress up. ‘Oh wow!’ she thought ‘he knows I’m wearing a thong, I’m about to get a bare assed spanking. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.’

Meanwhile Spike’s mind was whirring. The break in the spanking had been caused because he’d had the sudden unpleasant shock of smelling Buffy’s arousal.

His first thought had been that her body was reacting without the input of her mind. However he quickly realised that she had been shifting to try to get herself off. Putting that quickly together with other little clues from the way she had been speaking and behaving since the spell Spike quickly came to the correct conclusion.

Most of the really bad behaviour she’d displayed had happened after the spell. The little wench was herself, and she was playing with him!

Well, two could play at that game, he decided as he flipped her skirt up to continue the spanking and started to plan exactly what to do with the Slayer.

TBC………
Ok so she didn’t get the lollipop yet, but she will and maybe not with the results she wants now that Spikey’s wise to her ………more?


Chapter 10

Spike resumed spanking the errant Slayer with a good deal of gusto, pleased to find that after a while Buffy stopped squirming and just took the blows. The scent of her pleasure however, just kept increasing, confirming to Spike that all of his assumptions had been correct.

After about another twenty hard wallops Spike stopped spanking the now limp fibber. Buffy stayed across his lap feeling very strange but undoubtedly extremely turned on. Maybe she should just come clean so they could get to the really good stuff.

Spike lifted her from his lap and stood her in front of him.

“You were very bad just now Buffy.” He said, displaying an outrageously convincing poker face. “You have to mind me.”

“I’m sorry Mr.Spike.” Buffy replied, trying to keep the ‘dreamy’ look elicited by the spanking and the excitement off her face.

“Well you punishment isn’t over yet. You made me very angry Buffy. I don’t even want to look at you right now. Go and stand in the corner and think about what you’ve done and what your spanking has taught you. I’ll tell you when I think you’ve had long enough to realise what a bad girl you are and we’ll see if you really are sorry then.”

Strangely Buffy found herself obeying and actually feeling a little ashamed of herself as if she really were being told off. Part of her brain was screaming ‘Where’s the fun in standing in the corner?’ Another part (the one that had pushed for and enjoyed the spanking) was saying ‘Just do as he says. This is a different kind of fun. Besides, it gives you more time for the planning.’

Buffy could feel Spike’s eyes boring into her as she stood. Disconcertingly, it gave her the need to squirm. It seemed like she had been standing there aware of Spike’s intense gaze forever. In reality it was less than five minutes, but Buffy just couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. Was he going to smack her again? Was he going to go all nice guy again? She had to know.

“I’m going to be a good girl now I promise. Can I come out now?” she asked in her best ‘innocent’ voice.

In one step Spike was directly behind her, he too had been planning his revenge. And of course admiring the sight of the Slayer standing with her nose in the corner. However, her voice woke him up immediately.

CRACK! CRACK!

His hand landed once on the back of each knee, making the Slayer dance at the pain in the surprisingly sensitive area as he admonished her.

“I told you, you have to stay there until I say so. I don’t even want to look at such a bad little girl and you obviously haven’t even been doing what I said and thinking about your naughty ways. Maybe your bottom’s not sore enough. I’ll give you a little longer to think on that then we’ll see what’s necessary.”

He turned to walk to the kitchen and smirked as he heard her shift a little and smelt her scent becoming even stronger.

Buffy could feel that he’d walked away. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Her face flushing crimson she collapsed slightly to lean on the wall to her right.

CRACK! CRACK! Back of her knees again.

Spike must be psychic! Or he’d heard her slouch and used that damned vamp speed and stealth to sneak back up and deliver those two.

“Stand up straight!” he barked “Now I have to go make a quick phone call. You stand up properly until I get back. I’ll be watching you.”

That last bit sent a shiver down her spine. Again Buffy found herself obeying, but not without thinking ‘Oh you are so gonna pay for this buster!’

Spike went into the kitchen and dialled the Magic Box. As he listened to the ringing tone he peeped round the corner to make sure Buffy was standing still and hadn’t moved to try to eavesdrop. Satisfied he turned his attention to the phone which Giles had just picked up at the other end.

“Giles?” he whispered “Just wondering what the status was with the spell mate…….No I can’t speak up, actually that’s what I was calling about…….Yeah listen when that crystal is ready could you give me a ring before you do it again?......No I bloody well am not ‘up to something’” Spike fumed and lied. “Listen I don’t have to be here mate!”

Spike checked furtively round the corner to see if Buffy was still where she should be. His voice had raised more than he had intended and he made a concerted effort to control it and himself as he began to speak again.

“The reason I asked you to call first is because the poor little mite is asleep. Think It’s all been a bit much for her……..Well, no I just don’t want her to be woken up by it, especially if it doesn’t work, might frighten her………yeah, yeah, just let me know and I’ll wake her up before you try it. Ok, ok see ya.”

Spike hung up the phone; mission accomplished! Obviously he wasn’t sure what effect repeating the spell might have on the already restored Buffy but he WAS concerned that it’d be bad.

Giles had said they were looking for other spells, so they wouldn’t be home any time soon, and now they’d be sure to call before they tried anything else that may have an adverse effect on the slayer. Let the games commence!

“Buffy darling.” Spike came out of the kitchen and ensconced himself on the sofa. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson now? Are you ready to be a good girl?”

“Yes Mr. Spike.” Buffy said, displaying her obedience by keeping her nose to the corner.

“Ok sweetheart.” Spike said, taking advantage of the opportunity to use as many terms of endearment as possible while she couldn’t let her mask slip and tell him not to. “Come over here for a moment.”

Buffy turned, pasting the most contrite look she could muster onto her face. “I AM sorry Mr.Spike.” She said, as she walked over to him.

“And I’m sorry for having to spank you so hard luv.” Spike said pulling her down to sit sideways on his lap.

Buffy immediately started squirming. Spike wasn’t sure if she was attempting to squirm her way closer to his groin with the intention of teasing some more, or whether her reddened bottom was the cause of her wriggling.

“What’s up sweetie?” Spike asked in syrupy tones as he stood her up. He gently rubbed her covered bottom as adults do when a child has fallen and gotten a bump or bruise. “Are you sore honey?”

Buffy smiled inwardly, the brief rub on her sore bottom had given her an idea. Spike had stopped it abruptly, probably ashamed even though her bum was covered, she surmised. Well she was sure she could take his embarrassment up a notch or two.

“Uhuh!” she nodded, lip jutting out. “It’s sore.”

Turning her back she pulled her skirt up so that Spike had a close view of her ruddy backside. Looking over her shoulder she saw Spikes face take on a look of utter shock as he gulped hard. Stopping her own grin before it started she bent at the waist a little, and still looking over her shoulder to watch his reaction, asked Spike’s opinion.

“Is it very red Mr. Spike?”

“Yes luv.” Spike said, fighting to keep the pride out of his voice (well she had asked for it), and to keep from adding ‘and it’ll be a good deal sorer if you keep this teasing up.’

“Maybe you should put your hands on it,” she innocently suggested, “cos they’re always so cold, they would cool it down.”

‘Bloody little minx!’ thought Spike. ‘She’s incorrigible. Right then pet, won’t be expecting this will you?’

“Ok…….but…….but just for a second though.” He said, laying on the ‘indecision’ in his voice as thickly as he could, before placing his hands gingerly, as if nervous, on her bottom and simply holding them there. He wanted to knead and squeeze and generally cop a decent feel of her ass. But he had a game plan here and he’s smelt her arousal increase the second he’d made physical contact. He rubbed gently, just to work her up a little further. Delighting in the almost imperceptible change in her breathing.

Abruptly he pulled his hands away. “That better petal?”

“No!” Buffy said pouting and stomping her foot. “It still hurts. But…..” a wicked grin lit up her face and although Spike knew he was holding the cards here he couldn’t help but be a little nervous. “I know what will make it better!”

“And what would that be?” Spike asked, genuinely a little worried but also curious as to what she was up to now.

Without warning Buffy scampered off into the kitchen and was back in front of him in an instant. Quickly, she tore the wrapper off what appeared to be a popsicle. When it was uncovered Spike was surprised to see it was white and creamy looking.

This was a British popsicle called ‘Mini-Milk’ he noted from the wrapper. Watcher sure did have a sweet tooth, must have had them sent over. He was fairly certain of what Buffy was about to do with the ice-cream/popsicle hybrid.

Sure enough Buffy slowly slid the popsicle into her mouth and just as slowly drew it back out. When it was all the way out she ran her tongue round and round the top of it. Her eyes locked with his as she slid it back in. Prepared he might have been but when Buffy’s eyes closed and she let out a low ‘mmmmm’ sound his dick stood straight to attention.

“This is sooo yummy.” Buffy said, still in the same tones. “Ohhh Mr.Spike it tastes so good I could suck on it all day!”

Spike fought for control of himself, couldn’t let the little tease get to him now, that would spoil his plans.

“Buffy …..I…..erm…..I didn’t say you could……..”

His words faltered and tailed off when Buffy opened her eyes and pushed the treat in and out rapidly before running her tongue and lips up one side and down the other. When she pulled her head away from the popsicle her full lips were coated with it’s creamy whiteness.

He had to give her her dues he thought, as he closed his own eyes to block out the very suggestive sight she presented; the girl had thought this one out, it was very obvious that she’d considered EXACTLY what that stuff would look like coating her mouth.

A couple of deep breaths and Spike carefully opened one eye a little to see what she was up to now.

Buffy was singing inside – oh but her idea had worked like a charm. She was in no doubt about what Spike was thinking about, in vivid detail, right now. Time to take it up a notch.

Slurping noisily on the popsicle she got the outside good and runny before beginning to flick it at her chest. When that didn’t work she smeared from her neck down to the valley between her breasts with the sticky white substance. Popping it back into her mouth she allowed a good sized dibble to run down her chin.

“Uh-oh Mr. Spike.” she said in little girl tones “I made a mess.”

The second Spike opened his eyes fully Buffy snaked her tongue out and caught the bit running down her chin. She looked down at her chest then woefully up at Spike.

“I can’t lick that bit off.” She said. “Maybe you could do it for me Mr.Spike.”

Spike wanted to more than he could even have attempted to say; in fact his mind was fiendishly running through a multitude of things he would like to do with that popsicle, but his resolve was strong.

“No Buffy!” he said managing to find his ‘pissed-sitter’ voice. “Look at the mess you made. Now you give me that and march into the bathroom and wash all that stuff off do you hear me?”

Buffy looked at him mouth agape. She had been sure that that would have had more effect. Damn him, teasing was no fun if the other person actually got really pissed at you. Suddenly the little girl act wasn’t an act.

“Fine!” she huffed thrusting the popsicle at Spike as she stomped towards the bahroom. Spike looked down at his black t-shirt which now had a lovely white sticky pattern and an idea came to him.

A couple of minutes later Buffy came out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen to join Spike.

“Mr. Spike, I’m sorry I………” Buffy gulped. Spike was standing half naked in Giles kitchen. He’d removed his t-shirt and was lounging against the counter, lithe toned body yelling at her to be touched. She had forgotten for a moment just how beautiful Spike could be. As Spike stood up and moved towards her his muscles shifted beneath his perfect skin. Buffy was forcibly reminded of seeing those muscles shift like that in an entirely different set of circumstances.

The images of him moving above her as he plunged his dick to the hilt in her clenching pussy almost had her gasping. Spike grinned as he noticed the increase in her scent and knew instantly that it was his game again. Oh but she would pay now, that last little seduction attempt had done nothing but give him more motivation. He almost felt sorry for her.

TBC…………Wanna know what he’s going to do?