Lollipops and Ice Cream by Sarah Aless

Chapter #1 - Chapter 1-5

Title: Lollipops and Ice-cream Author: Sarah Aless Contact/Feedback: give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk OR join my group to feed me :D http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bloodydoit/ OR drop by my LJ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bloodydoit/ Rating: NC-17 – eventually (though it’s just in Spike’s head for now) Pairing: B/S Spoilers: None really but set after Season 6 episode ‘Gone’. Disclaimer: Y'know I wish they were mine. Unfortunately it still hasn't happened. Joss and ME own them I'm just using them for my own smutty ends. Distribution: mysticmuse.net, One Good Lay, StS, Fangsandfairytales & www.vampires-kiss.net. Anyone else.....Put it where you like ;-) but please tell me where it's going. Summary: Spike just can’t work out what’s gotten into Buffy and Buffy’s no help at all! A/N: For the purposes of this story Giles came back after Buffy was resurrected, moved back into his old apartment and did not go back to Britain at the end of Tabula Rasa. Everything else is normal Season 6 after Gone but before As You Were. Chapter 1 There she was. His girl. Yeah, he wished! Close enough to it though, he was shagging her wasn’t he? Even if she didn’t act like they had more than a passing acquaintance most of the time. Well if shagging was all it was for now he’d settle for it. In fact let’s just see if the Slayer wasn’t up for a little rough and tumble right now. She was sitting on a swing in the park. Her hair was tied into adorable little pigtails. He loved her hair like that; she looked so cute even though he knew how powerful she was. Combined with the denim overalls and bright red t-shirt she was wearing they gave a false impression of what exactly this girl was. Stealthily he approached her from behind, she didn’t move at all. He’d seen her pull the ‘innocent young girl’ trick to lure the vamps before. He was fully ready to avoid the inevitable blow. He was shocked when he managed to get right up to her and still wasn’t getting any sense that she was ready to strike. Maybe she knew it was him, she had to know he was there! Slayer after all. He slid his arms round her waist from behind and whispered in her ear. “What are you doing out at night little girl?” He looked down as he spoke and that’s when he realised she was sucking her thumb! It was adorable, but in his opinion a little over the top for luring the vampires. His voice in her ear had an electric effect. “Daddy?” she exclaimed excitedly, pulling her thumb from her mouth. It was a new one on Spike but he was game if she was. She pulled out of his arms and turned to face him. A pout instantly forming on her lips she looked at him reproachfully. “You’re not my daddy!” “Well done for noticing luv.” Spike said a little perplexed now, and about to become more so. “I….I can’t….” she said the pouty lip beginning to tremble. “I’m not supposed to….” With that she took off at a run, leaving a very confused Spike behind. It was nothing new for her to run off, but at least usually she waited ’til after they’d shagged. Something strange was going on here. Spike stalked off in the direction she’d gone determined to find out what was going on. Just round the first corner he ran slap bang into Willow, who was running along at top speed. Spike got up first and immediately went to help her up. “Sorry about that Red.” He said chuckling a little. “Where’s the fire?” “Huh? Oh, right fire - cos of the running. No, no fire unless they made her a pyromaniac too. Oh what if they did?” “Er, luv?” Spike said, very much amused at the flustered witch currently chewing her lip in front of him. “Care to fill me in on what that little speech was all about?” “Have you seen Buffy?” Willow asked, apparently not having heard a single word that he just said. “We really need to find her.” “Must be the night for it.” Spike replied. “Was looking for the Slayer myself, well chasing after her more like. Just saw her down at the playground and she seemed a bit off. Is there something going on Willow?” “Warren and Jonathan and the other one again. Which way did she go?” “Those tossers again?” Spike groaned. “What have they done this time?” “Erm can we talk while we walk?” Willow asked looking around distractedly for her errant friend. “Sure thing Red.” Spike said. “I think she went this way.” As they walked Willow began to fill Spike in on the night’s events. “Buffy was out patrolling and they hit her with something, some kind of spell or something. They tried to grab her and we thought she was ok when she started to fight them off. Then we realised she wasn’t fighting like normal. I mean she still seemed to be totally having of the slayer strength but definitely points deducted for presentation. She scratched Jonathans face, stomped on Warren’s foot and pushed Tuckers brother into a bush – thirty feet away. Then she told them they were all big stupid heads and she was going to tell her mommy and ran away crying.” “She did what?” Spike said not sure whether he was amused or disturbed by the story. “I know! Giles was out with us and we followed her but he was the only one she would only speak to. He thinks that they were trying to kidnap her for some reason and to do that they were trying to turn her into a child. Smaller Buffy, not all Chosen yet, much easier to capture. Only it didn’t work properly and voila! One, really mixed up, still normal sized Slayer who seems to think she’s four years old again. Giles said that her memories got all scrambled up, she remembers some things, like Giles, from recently but she’s acting like a four year old.” “Then what the hell are you doing letting her wander about on her own?” Spike asked impatiently. “Those bloody idiots could get their hands on her again.” “Well, turns out, Buffy as a child – not big with the obedience. We took her back to Giles’ house and he told her to stay put with me and Xand while he went and got some books from the Magic Box and like two seconds after he left she barged through us and ran off. I’m so worried Spike!” “Don’t worry Red.” Spike said slightly less impatiently than before. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this but she’s scared. I can smell it. Shouldn’t take too long for me to track her down.” Buffy’s scent led them straight to her house and they found her huddled on the porch sucking her thumb and crying. When she saw them coming up the walk her eyes narrowed and she armed herself with a pot of geraniums. “Buffy.” Willow said cautiously edging closer to the porch. “It’s ok sweetie. We’re not going to hurt you. You remember me from before right? Willow?” Buffy’s scowl deepened. “He’s a bad mean stranger!” Buffy yelled pointing at Spike. “He tried to take me away when I was on the swing. Mommy says I’m not to talk to strangers and I have to tell her if a stranger tries to talk to me or touch me.” “Well, that’s right Buffy.” Willow said worriedly, inching a little closer. “But Spike’s not bad or mean….” “Hey!” Spike interjected, “can still be mean when I want to be you know!” “See!” said Buffy looking pointedly at Willow. Willow turned an exasperated face to Spike. “You’re not helping you know. Buffy, Spike is just playing. He’s a nice man really, I know you feel confused sweetie but you do know him, and you like him…….really you do.” Spike couldn’t help a smirk at that. If only Willow knew exactly how much Buffy liked him! Rather than bring that up though he decided to concentrate on the task at hand, making sure Buffy came back to Giles with them and didn’t run off again. “It’s ok kitten,” he said moving slowly past Willow and up onto the first porch step, continuing to inch closer as he spoke. “Red here is right. We’re friends. So why don’t you……OW!!!!Bloody Hell!” Buffy had launched the geranium complete with pot, hitting him hard square on the forehead. The painful blow caused his demon to surface for a second and he was amazed to find Buffy laughing at his face change. He felt a brief surge of pride, should have known his Buffy wouldn’t be afraid, even at four years old. Buffy giggled pointing at his recently bumpy forehead. “Do it again.” She shouted bouncing up and down gleefully. “No!” Spike growled. “I’m not a bloody carnival freak show. Now come with us Buffy!” Buffy pouted, preparing to launch another pot at him. “Again!” she petulantly demanded. Spike flashed his bumpy’s for a second careful to keep his eyes and mouth closed lest he actually scare her. As she giggled again he reached out his hand for her to take but she refused, simply reiterating her desire for him to ‘do it again’. Spike gave in and flashed his forehead again. Buffy instantly dissolved into a fit of the giggles on the floor next to the porch swing. Spike seized his chance and grabbed her around the waist to lift her off the porch. Realising his intent Buffy shrieked and clung on to the porch swing. Spike immediately found that Willow’s assertion that her Slayer strength hadn’t been wiped out, was 100% correct. Apart from getting her on her feet he couldn’t budge her. It was like her hands were welded onto the swing. Taking Spike completely by surprise, Buffy suddenly stomped hard on his foot and made a run for it. Recovering quickly, Spike caught her by her overalls where the straps met in back. Hauling her backwards, he spun her round and before Buffy knew what was happening she found herself hefted over Spike’s shoulder. “Eeep!” she cried, then, giggling again added “Wheeee!” as Spike turned around to carry her off the porch. “Hi Willow.” Buffy said brightly as Spike stalked past the bemused witch. “This is fun! You should try it when I’m done!” Spike had already seen (and been hurt by) enough of ‘kiddy Buffy’ for his liking. The sooner he got her to Giles’ and they put her back to normal the better in his book. The desire to have her put back to herself quickly became a necessity for Spike. Buffy began wriggling and squirming over his shoulder, her perfectly formed and very ‘grown-woman’ sized ass was just inches from the side of his face. The rational part of his brain might be fully aware that now was not an appropriate time to be thinking of her in anything resembling a sexual manner, but the part that controlled his libido had other ideas as he hurriedly averted his gaze from the wriggling bottom that taunted him. To put it in Buffy’s ineloquent yet expressive language, he was wigging big time; over Buffy’s current state and his own. He always found every move Buffy made sexy and he was having considerable trouble switching it off. For all she was undoubtedly acting like a child she still looked like the Buffy he had taken lustfully not twenty four hours ago. Setting the Slayer to rights was definitely the most important job in the world just now as the situation was already beginning to feel just a little like torture. With a determined set to his jaw he picked up his pace causing Willow to have to trot to keep up with him as he headed resolutely for Giles’ apartment. TBC……….So, has my dementia already kicked in or are you liking it? More? Chapter 2 By the time they reached Giles’ apartment Willow was sure that they had probably come close to breaking the land speed record. Panting and flushed she was relieved to see that Spike was slowing down as they approached the apartment complex. She was glad they had hurried though when Buffy started up a plaintive whining. “It hurts my tummy Mr Spike. Can I get down now? I’ll be good, I promise. Let me down.” When it became apparent that Spike was about to do no such thing until she was safely IN Giles’ place she kicked her legs and said loudly and petulantly. “LET ME DOWN!” “Shhh Buffy it’s ok.” Willow said to the back of Buffy’s head. “We’re going to Giles house. You like Giles don’t you? Dawnie will be there.” “Dawnie?” Buffy said stilling her struggles and trying to raise her head to look at Willow. “I’m supposed to take care of Dawnie. Oh, Mommy’s going to be so cross with me.” She immediately began to chew her lip and the wriggling and protesting stopped. She was being so quiet that as soon as Willow had closed Giles’ door behind them and positioned herself in front of it Spike set Buffy right down. “Oh good. You found her.” Giles stood up from the table where numerous books were strewn about. “Library man!” Buffy yelled excitedly when he stood up; evidently his old job was one of the recent memories that hadn’t gone walk-about. Without warning she launched herself at him. Almost knocking him down, she hugged him fiercely until he was sputtering and blue in the face. “Library man looks after me now!” she turned to inform the others enthusiastically. “Cos Daddy went away and Mommy…..Mommy…..” Spike had a feeling he knew what was coming and winced anticipating the wail. “I want my Mommy! Where’s my Mommy?” “Shhh Buffy. Shhh” Giles said smoothing down her hair and attempting to pull her into a hug which she resisted. They needed to get her switched back before this started distressing her too much, Giles didn’t know what he’d do if he had to explain to her that her Mommy wouldn’t be coming. Dawn who had been standing in the kitchen watching open mouthed until now decided to see if her presence might help ground her sister. She moved toward Buffy. “Hey Buffy it’s me. Dawn. Remember me?” Buffy stopped wailing her grimace replaced by an extremely perplexed expression. “Silly!” she said “You’re not my Dawn. Dawnie’s just a baby! Oh! Where’s Dawn? Mommy said to take care of her!” Now that she seemed to think she’d lost her sister and had uttered the ‘M’ word again Willow Spike and Dawn braced themselves for another crying fit. Giles however remembered something about his charge from when they had first met. He could only hope that she had been as fond of lollipops at four as she had been at sixteen and that it would be an adequate diversion. Quickly retrieving one from a secret stash of candy in his desk drawer he went straight to the root of the problem and popped it into Buffy’s mouth. “Thank you Mr Giles.” Buffy smiled sunnily at him, though her eyes were still a little watery. Giles quickly manoeuvred her to his couch and crouched down in front of the now seated Slayer. “Now Buffy. Are you listening to me?” She nodded sucking noisily on the lollipop, her feet turned inward and scraping the floor in front of her. “Good girl. Stop fidgeting. Now, Willow, Dawn and I have to go to my shop to do some very important work. So we need you to be a good girl and stay here with Spike.” Whatever Buffy’s answer to Giles’ plan might have been it was lost under Dawn and Spike’s collective protests. “She’s my sister Giles! I should stay with her. I’m not a kid you know I can handle this!” “Hey, I got her here didn’t I Rupert. No-one mentioned Slayer sitting being part of the bargain.” Giles stood up and began to clean his glasses as he sighed deeply. “Dawn I want you to come with us as your presence will do nothing but confuse and upset your sister.” “Where’s my sister?” Buffy said round her lollipop. “We have to find Dawn.” “You see?” Giles said shushing Buffy and looking pointedly at Dawn who held her hands up in defeat. “Spike you are the only one strong enough to protect Buffy, especially if those tiresome boys have another go and actually manage to complete the spell. I need Willow with me to help with the research.” “Why don’t you just take her with you?” Spike challenged. He was still fighting to stop his brain conjuring up memories of the kinds of things he and Buffy usually did when alone. Buffy’s sitting there looking up at him while sucking fastidiously on that lollipop did nothing to help him and the last thing he wanted was to be left alone with her and his overactive memory. “She would be too big of a distraction to take with us….Buffy stop that!” Giles said finishing with a glare at Buffy who, evidently bored had moved from the sofa and pulled some of his records out of their sleeves, and was currently tapping on one of them with the sticky candy as if it were a cymbal. “You see what I mean?” he continued to Spike as Buffy sulkily sucked at her lollipop and took a seat back on the couch again. “We need to sort this out soon. We’ll be as quick as we can. I’m sure Buffy will be grateful for your help once we have the spell reversed.” Spike narrowed his eyes at the Watcher, the man was almost as bad as Buffy for knowing how to get around him. “Fine!” he growled “On your merry way then. Bugger off!” Buffy giggled. “You talk funny.” She said to Spike. It is a universal fact that any child will instinctively pick the ‘bad’ words out of any sentence they weren’t supposed to hear. Even when no-one has actually told them which are the bad words. Bewitched Buffy was no exception. “Bugger off, bugger off, bugger off.” She sing-songed delighted with herself. “Buffy that’s not a nice thing to say. Spike was very naughty to say it and you mustn’t repeat it again.” Giles said glaring at Spike. “I know she looks like our Buffy, Spike, but please try to remember she doesn’t really know what she’s doing. And well, frankly, it just seems………….unseemly, to have her swearing like that.” Spike opened his mouth to say that Buffy was a grown woman and as she was going to be put back soon enough it wasn’t really like it mattered if she picked up a mild swear-word or two. He shut it again though when he realised she was pouting and looked genuinely upset that Giles had told her off. “Ok I got it. No swearing around the Slayer. Now off you go and for God’s sake make it quick mate.” “Right then. Buffy. Buffy! What on earth are you doing?” Giles said to the Slayer who was currently shoving her arm as far down the back of his couch as she could. “Looking for change Mr Giles.” She answered still delving beneath the cushions. “The money monster lives in the couch and steals all your spare change when you’re not looking.” She added conspiratorially. “There’s nothing down there Buffy now listen to me. BUFFY!” she finally stopped delving and sat herself properly on the seat. “Are you listening? Good. We’re going now; we’ll be back as soon as possible. Spike is staying; he’s your sitter Buffy so you must mind him. Do you understand?” “Yes Mr Giles.” Buffy said nodding her head emphatically to emphasise her comprehension. “I’ll behave for Mr Spike.” “Good. We’re going now then. Stay here with Spike until we get back.” Spike saw them out of the door and turned to see Buffy sitting quietly on the couch scuffing her feet back and forth as she picked at a thread on her overalls. Why couldn’t those incompetent bastards have managed to shrink her as well? If they had done the spell right his view of Buffy wouldn’t be constantly being interrupted by strong flashes of her pinning him down last night and kissing his face off as she ground against his groin driving them both wild. With a heavy sigh he shut the door and rested his forehead against it as he told himself to get a grip. He wasn’t a bloody animal. He could help the Slayer, keep her safe without turning into a raging hormone bomb couldn’t he? Turning back once again he saw she was kneeling on the sofa facing him, huge grin on her face pulling her lollipop in and out of her mouth as she sucked. Internally, Spike groaned loudly at the sight. ‘You’d better be quick Watcher! I’m up shit creek without a boat never mind a bloody paddle here!’ TBC Chapter 3 ‘She doesn’t know what she’s doing, she doesn’t know what she’s doing’ Spike chanted in his head as he took a deep breath and prepared to go into the breech. His progress across the room towards Buffy was halted when she slowly pulled the lollipop out of her mouth. Her perfect lips melding themselves to its shape as it passed between them. Spike was struck dumb; the entirely innocent act just looked so sexual coming from the full-grown woman before him. The woman who he knew was more than proficient in the act which her movement caused unbidden images of in his mind. He almost hit the floor as, when the lollipop was all the way out of her mouth her tongue snaked out and licked once at the candy. If he’d had a stake right there Spike was sure he’d have offed himself. It was the kind of teasing thing Buffy only ever did for him when they were alone and his body was reacting despite his minds vehement protests. She fixed him with an extremely mischievous gaze. “They’ve gone now.” She said impishly “We can have lots of fun now!” Spike did a double take – was she playing with him? Had the spell worn off of its own accord? When she looked at him, impish grin still in place licking as she began sucking her candy treat again, Spike was certain that this was his Buffy. He needed to tell Giles and the others, but first she was going to pay for teasing him like that! Quick as a flash he was over at the couch and had flung her down on her back pinning her arms down as she giggled loudly. “So you were just playing the little girl pet were you?” he said in serious tones. Buffy nodded, serious herself now. “I’m a big girl!” Spike growled at her, still playing the tease! Buffy craned her neck to lean up and whisper in his ear. “Guess what I want to do?” Spike pulled his head back a little to lift an eyebrow at her. “Think I might have an idea luv. In your watchers house too! Didn’t think you had it in you luv.” “You sure do talk funny.” Buffy giggled at him, before returning her voice to a whisper again. “I know where Mr Giles keeps his chocolate ice-cream! He thinks I don’t know where he hides it but I found it! We can eat just a little bit and he won’t know.” Spike froze, just about to lean down and kiss the breath out of her. His head was spinning he didn’t know what was going on anymore, was this his Buffy playing with him or had he made a terrible misjudgement. Her next question answered his own. “Does ice-cream make your face go bumpy Mr Spike? Cos that’d be funny. Can I get up now or do I have to say ‘uncle’?” Spike shot up off Buffy and the couch as if they were doused in holy water. “I thought you just said you were a big girl.” He said suspiciously still not entirely sure if he was being played with here. “I am!” Buffy said indignantly struggling to pull herself upright. “I’ll be FIVE soon! I’m way bigger than Dawnie!” Spike blushed. He actually blushed, bright red in a way he would have sworn was impossible for him. His brain was in overdrive. ‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ he cursed to himself ‘what the hell was I thinking? God I didn’t even find out if she was better before I jumped on her. And I was going to kiss her, God! Talk about traumatising a kid! Fuck! I’m such an idiot, an idiot. I have to call Giles and tell him to send someone back here; I’m not fit to be around her. God what was I thinking!’ Buffy had by now managed to get up from the sofa and she moved forward to take Spike’s hand and lead him into the kitchen. The feel of her fingers on his palm woke Spike from his self condemnation with a start and he yanked his hand away as if she’d pressed a cross into it. A puzzled look settled on Buffy’s face and she reached for his hand again, the puzzled look being replaced with a hurt one when Spike pulled his hand back again and started to back away from her. His struggle to control his emotions was so evident on his face that even in her decreased capacity Buffy knew something was wrong. She didn’t try to take his hand again; instead she dropped her head and asked in a very small voice. “Was I naughty Mr. Spike? Am I in trouble?” One of her feet turned inward as the hand she’d tried to grasp his with slipped behind her and started pulling absently at the seat of her overalls. She looked up at him with big eyes. “You won’t tell Mr Giles about the ice-cream will you? Please Mr. Spike I- I just thought you might like some.” Spike’s heart melted at the sight she presented. He couldn’t summon Giles and the others back. The way his slayer was just now she’d take it to men that she had been naughty and probably that he didn’t like her and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. It wasn’t her fault his brain had believed she had been cured like he wanted so readily. He could do this. His girl needed him to take care of her and he got precious little opportunity when she was in her right mind. He could overcome his mutinous body’s urges to make Buffy happy, he knew he could. Reaching out he lifted her chin on his fingers. “No. I won’t tell stuffy old Mr Giles that we had to feed your sweet tooth. Come on flower-pot; let’s get some ice-cream.” Buffy smiled broadly at him before starting up a giggle again. “Why did you say ‘flower-pot’ Mr Spike?” she asked following him into the kitchen, and pointing out where Giles stash was. “Well, Buffy.” Spike said retrieving the ice-cream and fetching some bowls. “Where I come from, a little country a long, long way away there are some people who use ‘flower-pot’ as a special name for especially sweet little girls. So that’s why I called you it.” Buffy grinned and pulled herself up to sit on the counter next to Spike as he started to scoop out ice-cream for each of them. “Also, my dear.” He continued. “It’s quite apt considering your little trick chucking the geraniums at me earlier.” Buffy’s brow furrowed when he reminded her of that and Spike rightly presumed she was worried he was going to tell her off for it. “Cheeky-chops!” he said, tapping a dollop of ice-cream onto her nose, keeping the mood light and averting her fears. Buffy laughed as she wiped the ice-cream off with the back of her hand, licking it the hand as Spike told her how brave and clever she was to have stood up to him when she thought he was a stranger. Suddenly Buffy’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape as she gasped, looking down at the bowls of ice-cream. “Mr Spike!” she said in slightly panicked tones. “That’s too much ice-cream. Mr Giles will know we’ve been eating it! You have to just take little bits so he doesn’t know.” Spike grinned wondering if this was a memory left over from grown-up Buffy. Just how many times had she sneaked bites of the watchers ice-cream? The thought that there was still such a childish playfulness in ‘his’ Buffy made him incredibly happy. “Hey!” he said, snapping her eyes up to his face with the exclamation. “Who’s your sitter right now? Me or Mr Giles?” “You.” Buffy answered a little uncertainly. “Ok so let me worry about the ice-cream, kid ok? Like you said flower-pot, they’re not here now, so you and me are gonna have a blast. Starting with eating this right there on Mr Giles sofa instead of at the counter ok?” Buffy grinned and jumped down from the counter top grabbing her bowl and a spoon. “Ok Mr. Spike! Race ya!” She took off out of the kitchen leaving Spike to shake his head and smile as he picked up his own bowl. He could do this he told himself again; just ignore the lust that appeared simply from being near her, no matter what his brain said about it. Just enjoy spending time with the carefree girl he could only wish he’d met before slaying and life in general had tainted her exuberant nature. TBC Chapter 4 Instead of joining Buffy on the sofa right away Spike instead walked over to Giles’ desk and picked up the phone. He needed to know how they were getting on, at least if they were on the right track he could see an end in sight and it might make it easier to control the feelings of arousal that Buffy inspired simply by being in the same room. Buffy watched him intently, listening to every word as she managed to get ice-cream all round her mouth. “Yes it’s me Rupert. How’s it going?........Really……bloody hell mate can’t you hurry up?..................Get Red on the case……..yeah sorry I’m sure she is……..no, no…hey! I can take care of a four year old y’know……..no she’s not bloody running rings round me!!” He glanced over at Buffy and gave her an indulgent smile. “She’s being very good actually!.......yeah ok well just thought the sooner the better, eh mate?........ok see you soon hopefully.” “Who was that?” Buffy asked curiosity dripping from her voice. “You know very well, that it was Mr Giles cheeky chops.” Spike answered moving to join her with his ice-cream. “Just checking how his important job was going.” “You talk like Mr Giles” Buffy said through a mouthful of frozen dessert. “But better cos you’re more funny!” As she spoke a trickle of ice cream slipped down her chin and Spike barely stopped himself from leaning forward and licking it off for her. Images of the time she’d been eating a peach and the juice had done the exact same thing flooded his brain. That had been a clean-up that led to an intense make out session and other extremely fun activities. Spike’s inner struggle to ban the images and stop himself from reacting meant that he snapped when he finally spoke to her. Grabbing a tissue from the coffee table he swiped at the ice-cream as he looked her in the eye. “Don’t talk with your mouth full Buffy! You’re spilling it down yourself.” Apparently, disobedient Buffy was back and she seemed unfazed by his slightly terse response. Swallowing most of her mouthful she opened her mouth wide and stuck her chocolate covered tongue out with a “Bleearrrggghh!” followed by an infectious giggle. Spike couldn’t help but chuckle too. “Buffy!” he admonished lightly “Stop it!” Still laughing he reached for more tissues and moved to wipe off the ice-cream that had this time dribbled onto the ‘bib’ section of her overalls. Again he stopped himself short. Had he carried on he would have been brushing against her chest. Innocent as it was and hard as he was fighting his body, it just seemed highly inappropriate. Handing her the tissue he waved in the direction of the stain. “Wipe that off quick luv.” He said Buffy stopped laughing and looked down. Taking the tissue she rubbed clumsily at the stain on her front. Although the majority came off there was still a large brown patch on her clothes. When she looked up her bottom lip was trembling and her eyes brimmed with tears. “Oh Mr Spike you have to wash it off. Mr Giles will know I ate his ice-cream! Please Mr Spike, please!” She said tugging at the fastenings of the overalls and failing abysmally in her haste to loosen them. “Ok, ok its ok sweetheart.” Spike said taking her hands gently and pulling them away from the overalls. God only knew where he’d be if she suddenly stripped to her underwear and a t-shirt in front of him. “Just hold on a minute and we’ll sort something out ok. No tears darling, you’re a big girl remember.” Evidently he was going to have to find something for her to change into; otherwise she was going to keep trying to take off the stained garment. He wracked his brain as Buffy sat by him trying not to cry. Suddenly an ingenious thought hit him. She’d been training here with Giles yesterday and had come straight to his crypt in her sweats. If he knew Buffy she hadn’t been in them all day, whatever she had changed out of must still be here. Within minutes he’d located her bag and started hunting through it for clothing, tossing stakes pell-mell over his shoulder and burning his hand more than once on a cross. Finally he located fabric; to his horror, he pulled out a yellow sundress. It was a nice dress but it was just his luck that once she had it on he was going to be tortured by more of her tanned, toned flesh on display. Looking back at Buffy he decided there was nothing for it, she was in a right old state about her overalls and he wouldn’t know what to do if she started bawling again. “Here sweetheart,” he said holding the dress out to Buffy. “You go into the bathroom and put this on and then we can sort your overalls out.” Buffy smiled at him and took the dress then stood before him with her hands behind her back. “What’s up flower-pot?” Spike asked when she continued to just stand there looking at him. “I need you to help.” She said “I can’t undo them myself.” Oh! Spike gulped. He’d seen the trouble she’d had trying to undo the fastenings of her overalls a couple of minutes ago. He really was going to have to help her. With shaking hands he reached forwards and undid the fastenings as quickly as he could without actually touching her chest. When he was done Buffy skipped off to the bathroom while Spike let out a sigh of relief. Flopping down on Giles sofa, he passed the time mentally berating himself and telling himself just to get a grip. When Buffy had been gone for easily ten minutes Spike began to get worried. Was there a window in Giles’ bathroom big enough that she could have made an escape through it? He told himself she wouldn’t do that, she seemed to like him now and she’d been good as gold, mostly, since the others had left. After a couple of more minutes had ticked by and still no sign Spike got up and walked cautiously to the bathroom door, knocking lightly, so as not to startle her. “Buffy?” he said “Everything ok in there? Are you changed? We need to get working on that stain honey.” In answer the door opened and Spike didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She had gotten changed alright; she just hadn’t made a very good job of it. “I think I’m stuck Mr. Spike!” she said, her voice muffled under the fabric as she had her arm and her head squashed halfway through one arm hole of the dress. “Can you help me?” Buffy began to squirm trying to work her head in or out of the hole, she wasn’t sure which. The movement caused the dress, which was already riding high because of the way it was positioned, to slide higher and as she wiggled Spike caught a flash of her underwear. Sod eternal damnation, he was already burning in the pits of hell right now, that had to be what this was. She was wearing a bloody thong! And not just any thong but the one that she had ordered him to take off with his teeth last week during one of their delicious little sex games. With a concerted effort he tried to ignore the memory. Ignore her voice replaying in his head, huskily demanding he slowly pull it off her and then get his mouth back up to her pussy and stay there til he’d satisfied her. Turning his back for a second he took several large unneeded breaths. He shook his head, clearing the lusty memories. Another breath before he pulled himself up straight and determined, put on his resolve face and turned to help her. TBC……….. Too evil? Want more? Did I ever mention I love feedback and it makes me write quicker?;o) Chapter 5 It took another good couple of minutes to get Buffy’s arms and head through the right holes. Spike refused to look at her as he helped but they finally got it done after they’d gotten her head through the other wrong hole once. If he could breath Spike was sure he’d be hyperventilating. The whole time he’d had his gaze averted he’d panicked about touching her inappropriately but he just couldn’t make himself look. His mind was in overdrive at the feel of her skin and the smell of her so close to him, looking at her too was undeniably not the way to go. “All done!” he said, feigning cheerfulness for Buffy’s sake. His relief at accomplishing what had seemed almost impossible caused him to forget all about the stain issue. “What should we do now?” ‘Think damnit!’ he yelled to himself, ‘think of something nice and innocuous that won’t make you crazy.’ “TV!” he said grinning like a maniac, incredibly proud of himself. “Kids like TV right. Let’s see if we can’t find some cartoons eh?” “Cool!” Buffy exclaimed immediately following Spike back to the sofa the promise of TV making her forget about the overalls too. “You didn’t say if you like my dress. Do I look pretty Mr. Spike?” she asked twirling in front of him as he hunted for the remote control. “Pretty as a picture luv.” Spike replied with a genuine smile; still warring with himself but unable to ignore the innocent question. Buffy smiled widely as she sat down on the sofa and Spike turned the TV on and found a channel still showing cartoons. They had only been watching for a minute when Buffy started to fidget. “What’s wrong honey?” Spike asked. “This smelly old sofa’s uncomfortable.” Buffy asserted “I think I better sit on your knee Mr. Spike.” “No!!!” Spike exclaimed backing hurriedly along the seat until his back was smashed against the arm. Buffy’s pout returned with a quivering vengeance. “Don’t you like me any more Mr. Spike?” she asked. “I thought you were my friend.” “I am sweetheart I am.” Spike said feeling like the biggest jerk in the world for upsetting her again just because he had to fight for control of himself when she was around. “Then I can sit on your knee!” Buffy beamed brightly, the pout disappearing with suspicious speed. “Ok, ok.” Spike knew when he was beat. “But you have to be a good girl and sit nice and watch the funny cat on the telly ok?” “I’ll be good Mr. Spike.” Buffy assured him wasting no time in positioning herself on his lap. Spike immediately sat straight upright with tension as Buffy slouched in his lap laughing at the cartoons. Her hair was right by his nose and the delicious smell slowly invaded his senses. More memories of the dangerous variety began to swarm unbidden into his brain. Spike was just reaching the point of jumping up from the seat to get away from her for two seconds in order to sort his head out when Buffy did the worst possible thing she could. Giggling loudly she squirmed in his lap, pushing back against his groin. Spike was mortified when the combined effects of the persistent and infuriating memories and the pressure of her bum made him grow hard. ‘Oh god I’m disgusting, I’m disgusting’ he said to himself. Of course Buffy was entirely oblivious and wriggled a bit more getting herself comfy. Spike seriously thought he was about to cry, how could this get any worse? Of course that thought could only possibly mean one thing. It was about to get a LOT worse. The cartoon she had been watching ended and Buffy was uninterested in the commercial break which followed. Clumsily she turned herself round on Spike’s lap so that her legs were bent on the sofa either side of his. “Are you sleeping Mr. Spike?” she asked curiously on finding Spike sitting bolt upright with his eyes screwed shut. He was desperately trying to will away his bodies involuntary reaction to hers. He thought it safest not to answer, maybe she’d climb off his lap if she thought he was sleeping. Of course Buffy had other ideas. “Mr. Spi-ike!” She sing-songed lifting her hand to tug his eyelid open. “It’s not nap time silly! Wakey wakey sleepy head!” Spike gulped before letting out a strangled groan as Buffy moved herself forward prying both lids up and sticking her face right in front of him. “I’m awake I’m awake!” he said desperately, taking her upper arms and gently placing her further back along his thighs, out of the danger zone. Buffy pouted for a moment staring at him intently. “Are you going to go bumpy again?” She asked him. “No luv. No bumps here.” He said still struggling to get a grip on himself. “But your face went all red and angry looking like on the porch when you went bumpy.” “I just had a bit of a cramp sweetheart.” Spike said, starting to regain a little composure now. “I want you to go bumpy.” Buffy demanded. “Not just now eh?” Spike said, thinking it probably wasn’t wise to let his demon to the fore just now. “Please. Please, please, please Mr. Spike.” Buffy said turning on the big puppy eyes that he couldn’t resist in even normal circumstances. “I’ll be really good I promise.” “Ok,” he sighed, “but only once ok. And only for a second or two.” “Ok!” Buffy smiled in obvious joy. Spike did as she asked and flashed his vamp face again. The requisite giggles rent the air as Buffy enjoyed the show. However it was over too quickly in Buffy’s mind and when Spike changed his features back ready to move her off his lap and try to find some distraction, she reached out with her right hand and started to prod his forehead. “Make it stay bumpy!” she demanded, prodding repeatedly. “No Buffy, I said just once and I meant it.” Spike said. Buffy didn’t heed a word and kept prodding now using both hands. Gently but firmly Spike took her wrists in his hands and held them away from him. She laughed and tried to pull her hands free causing another of those increasingly frequent flashes in Spike’s brain. He and Buffy tearing each others clothes off in his crypt. Wrestling to be the one in control, pinioning each others arms just as he was doing with hers now. There was only one thing for it. Spike put his vamp face on and Buffy immediately stopped trying to free her hands. “That’s soooo neat!” she squealed excitedly. “I like you Mr.Spike, you’re my favouritest grown-up!” Suddenly she launched herself forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She hugged him fiercely. Her smell haunting him again along with the feel of her body pressed against his. ‘I’m a very bad man!’ was all Spike could think as his body reacted again. Carefully he extracted himself from her hug, setting her on her feet before him. “Well, I like you too Buffy, you’re a lovely little girl. Let’s have some fun shall we?” He racked his brain. With a smile he finally spoke. “Wanna play hide and seek?” He had to have a physical break from her. He knew there was no way on earth he was going to do anything to her no matter how bad it got but this was killing him as surely as if he decided to go out and have an hours sunbathing. He couldn’t tell her that, for some reason she was very attached to him and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. He just prayed she’d agree to play and thus give him the tiniest respite from her intoxicating presence and his overwhelming guilt. TBC……….. There may actually be some ‘relief’ insight for Spike, then again………………..want more?

Chapter #2 - Chapters 6-10

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?

Chapter #3 - Chapters 11-14

Chapter 11 Spike walked slowly towards Buffy like a big cat stalking it’s prey. He held her gently by her upper arms. “Did you just say you were sorry sweetheart?” Buffy gulped again at his proximity and the close-up she had of his perfectly sculpted chest. Electricity shot through her at his touch. “Aww that’s my good girl.” Spike said pulling her into a tight embrace. For a second she almost let herself go, almost let herself rub her aching groin against the ever-present bulge in his pants, but she did manage to stop herself. She tried to squirm out of his embrace and keep from panting as she forced herself to speak. “Wh-where’s your t-shirt Mr. Spike?” “Well I had to take it off and wash it didn’t I?” he said mock-seriously. “Because someone,” he started to tickle her ribs, “got sticky popsicle all over it.” “Don’t!” Buffy shrieked, pulling away from Spike and making a run for it. Spike chased her, grabbing her and tickling her ribs until they both collapsed onto the scene of many of tonight’s adventures, the sofa. The screaming and wriggling was having the same effect on both of them. Heart-rates and lust were climbing, but Spike had been holding off for a long time. Self control was becoming second nature to him by now. Buffy was in more trouble than she knew. Spike pinned her hands above her head with one hand and tickled in earnest. “Uncle! Uncle!” Buffy cried. “Sorry. That means nothing where I come from.” Spike grinned evilly, continuing to tickle. “Do you mean you want me to stop?” “Yesss!!” Buffy shrieked. “Then say – Mr.Spike’s the king of the castle and I’m a dirty rascal.” He demanded. Normally Buffy would have chewed her own arms off to escape and not have to say that but she just couldn’t handle this anymore. Giggling uncontrollably she finally forced the words out. She was still giggling and squirming when Spike lifted her, intending to place her straddling his knees as she’d been earlier. Buffy however thought he was trying to continue tickling her and squirmed all the more. The result was that she ended up sitting with one leg either side of his right knee. Spike grinned, couldn’t have worked better if he’d completely planned it this way. Catching her wrists he began to bob her up and down on his leg. “Wanna play horsey?” he asked, continuing the gentle bouncing. “No-ooohh!” Buffy replied her denial turning into an ‘oh’ at the friction suddenly created on her clit when Spike straightened then re-bent his leg a little, letting her slip backwards over his knee. By pulling forward on her arms he was able to position her so that every jogging movement he made rubbed her in ‘just’ the right place. Buffy’s face flushed crimson as she slid up and down his shin. She had been aroused enough from the spanking, then the being held down and tickled, not to mention half naked Spike, but this! This was going to push her over the edge. Spike was going to know VERY soon that she was a woman again. She was having a terrible time stopping herself panting and moaning as it was. She was being carried along so forcefully on the wave of lust that it didn’t even occur to her to question how intentional his actions were. She was too busy attempting to keep her arousal to herself. “Oh! Oh!” she eventually let out two exclamations as he bounced her. “Sorry sweetheart.” Spike said stopping abruptly. “I keep forgetting you’re only a little girl. I think I got you over-excited.” The practical admission, albeit cryptic, completely passed Buffy by as she gritted her teeth and fought not to groan at the loss of the delicious sensation. “Yes ,” Spike said staring intently at Buffy’s flushed face. “I think we’ve both had enough ‘game playing’ for one night, don’t you?” “Ermm… well…” Buffy was well and truly ruffled, and suddenly didn’t care how obvious she was being. “I, I kinda liked that game.” A brief evil grin from Spike. “No. I definitely think that’s enough. Besides, I left my shirt and your overalls soaking in detergent and we really should get them sorted out. Let’s go see how they are getting on.” Frustrated and more than a little unhappy Buffy followed Spike into the kitchen where the clothes were soaking in the sink. The shirt was fine as he’d wet and soaked it so soon after it had gotten sticky. The overalls however were a different matter. Clicking his tongue at the chocolate stains on Buffy’s clothes, Spike wrung out the garments and led Buffy to Giles utility room behind the kitchen. Buffy wanted to cry like the child she was pretending to be. A fierce heat was pounding and throbbing between her legs and Spike was just casually doing laundry?!? Her hand sneaked down to rub at her clit over her clothes. It was good but not good enough and she wanted to scream in frustration. Then she had a brilliant idea. “I’m just gonna go watch some cartoons while you do this Mr.Spike.” she said in honeyed tones. “I’ll be a good girl and sit quiet.” Spike knew very well that Buffy’s sudden wish to get away from his presence was nothing to do with wanting to watch cartoons. He’d seen her rubbing herself out of the corner of his eye. Although the possibility of going in there and catching her with her hands in her juicy little snatch was indescribably appealing, Spike wanted to see how far he could push her himself before she cracked. “No, sweetheart. I want you to stay here where I can keep an eye on you.” He said as he popped his shirt into the washing machine and set it to spin to remove the excess water from its soaking. Buffy pouted. “But…..” was as far as she got before Spike lifted her up and swung her into a sitting position on top of the machine. However he did not stop at merely seating her on the vibrating machine he quickly manoeuvred her so that her legs were spread open, one each side of the corner nearest him. In a deliciously evil stroke of genius he pushed back slightly on her hips tilting her so that her clit was almost in contact with the top of the machine. He knew direct vibrating stimulation on that most sensitive nub of flesh would push her over very quickly so he tried (and managed) to get her positioned so that her clit was close enough but that most of the vibration came second hand via her slickened pussy lips. “I…oohh!” Buffy exclaimed “I can’t sit here Mr.Spike.” Spike looked at her closely. She was chewing her lip in agitation, here eyes were wild and rapidly heading for that ‘wild’ look she got when highly aroused. He was enjoying her obvious torment so much he almost missed her sudden movement to get down from the machine. “A-a-ah! No you don’t.” he said. “You stay right where you are young lady. You’ve managed to get into enough mischief for one night. Stay right there while I have another go at your overalls.” Damn him! He was back to the freakin laundry talk again! Buffy was just about to protest that she’d be a good girl when Spike caught her attention with a new tack. "Watch what I'm doing sweetheart." He said. "I have a feeling you're going to end up hopeless at domestic stuff when you're older." The sly dig at her domestic abilities was completely missed by the desperate Slayer. She was far too busy concentrating on NOT grinding herself down on the vibrating machine. "Watch pet." He repeated, chuckling at the fact that she hadn't yelled at him for casting aspersions on her prowess in all things housework-y. Evidently she was still maintaining her façade. He couldn't help but admire the strength (or should that be stubborness) she was showing. "See you need to use your thumb to gently work your way through the layers of the stain. Working the water in gently." Buffy looked down and gulped. Spike was holding the garment with one hand flat under the stain. The thumb of the other hand was rubbing gently but firmly at the worst area of the stain. It was moving in a slow circular motion. Her clit twinged and her opening flooded at the memory of how that thumb felt; that thumb making EXACTLY that motion against her clit. She bit back a groan, just as Spike made it much worse. "You have to rub firmly but tenderly until the whole area is very very wet. Work it so it starts to come out. Then you have to rub a little harder, faster…." Buffy whimpered and gave up the fight to keep her nether regions separate from the washing machine. Spike noticed both the sound and the slight rocking motions her hips were now making. "….really hard and really fast if it needs it." He continued. "Like that, good and hard." Buffy's hips were increasing in pace as he spoke as if he were directing her. She couldn't take it anymore, she lurched forward to jump off the washing machine. One thought only ran through her mind. Get away from the machine and Spike and into the bathroom so she could take care of this then come back and play her little game again without distraction. Spike stopped her before she'd even really moved. Gripping her arms he forced her back to a sitting position on the machine. Buffy absently licked her lips and swallowed, her brain completely clouded with lust. Heat building at the feel of his fingers biting into her skin, from the spin cycle still going beneath her and from the sight of Spike's toned body, arm muscles flexing as he held her in place. "I told you no!" he said grinning evilly. "You stay there young lady, I won't tell you again." Buffy moaned helplessly as waves of sensation started at her core and swept through her body. She was no longer capable of worrying about giving the game away. Each wave rushed up her body and back down to her centre, just as another wave started up. They came faster and faster and suddenly she was panting hard. Her hips thrusting against metal and she knew she couldn't stop this one. Their eyes locked as Buffy began to hit her peak. Spike grinned, an evil glint in his eye. "You know!" they said in unison. Buffy all but screamed it. Spike said it fairly calmly but with an element of gloat in his voice. Buffy's orgasm had been destined to be a big one but she had just reached the start of it when Spike pulled her down from the machine and crushed his mouth down upon hers. The teasing and playing and vying to be the one with the advantage was swept from both their minds as their passion grew with the lengthening kiss. Buffy wasn't sure whether her half orgasm had satisfied or frustrated her. The kiss grew more and more fervent. Spike forced her dress up over her breasts. His hands went to work on her naked bosom. Buffy rubbed her groin against his leg even as her hands tried to work the buckle of his belt free. They moaned into each others mouths and pressed their bodies together as though they just couldn't get close enough. Panting, Buffy got the belt undone and as her hands yanked his fly open Spike's hands found her thong. He grasped it hard at both sides ready to pull it clean off of her. The shrill sound of the phone ringing startled them both. The sound snapped them both back to their full senses. Panting they each took a step back. "Guess we should get that." Spike said remembering Giles was planning to repeat the ageing spell with potentially disastrous consequences. "Erm…..uhuh……ok." Buffy said, trying to shake her head clear of it's lusty haze. Smoothing her dress down she followed Spike out of the utility room to go answer the phone. "Eeewww!" she suddenly exclaimed loudly. " We just almost got with the nasty in Giles' house. How gross is that?" Spike laughed at her outburst. The `eeww' was pure six year old Buffy, and both it and the rest of the exclamation were very reminiscent of her vocal style in her younger days when he had first met her. Straight face now back on Spike picked up the phone. "We're ready." Giles said on the other end. "Go and wake her up." "Actually Watcher, she's awake and …." "Wonderful!" Giles steamrollered over the rest of Spike's sentence. "Willow are you ready to go right now?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Spike yelled into the phone. "She's ok. She's back to normal. Don't go throwing bloody spells around. You might make her into an old biddy, or worse…" he looked at the wanton sight of Buffy, still flushed and catching her breath and shuddered as he continued "…you might bloody make her go all kiddy again." Buffy knew how much that would torture Spike after the state they had just gotten into and she chuckled and winked at him. "What?" Giles said. "Well, w-when did all this happen? I must say it would be nice to at least be kept in the vicinity of the loop." "Don't get your knickers in a knot Rupert." Spike grinned. "She only just came round to her normal self." Buffy made a mock shocked face at him for the double entendre. "Let me speak to her." Giles demanded. "Hey Giles." Buffy chirped as she took the phone from Spike. "Yup definitely back to good old me." "Well how did that happen?" Giles said sounding more than a little miffed. He so hated it when it appeared that things weren't working out in the way that his research had told him they should. "I mean was it gradual? Or all of a sudden? Do you think the sleep accelerated it?" "Hey, I just work here." Buffy shrugged. " I leave all the theorising to brainy types like you and Will." "Right, yes, erm quite." Giles said. " Well I need to do some tests on you. We'll be right there." This time it was Buffy staring nonplussed at a now dead receiver. About ten seconds passed before she turned a panicked face to Spike. "Shit!" she said. "They're coming back!" "What's the big deal Slayer?" "The big deal is you know damn well that I'm horny as hell and I was just about to fuck your brains out and now Giles is on his way to make me his own personal lab bunny." "First of all," Spike said. "If there's any brains to shagged out they'll be yours and I'll be the one doing the shagging. Second, you are going to have to work for the privilege after the games you've just been playing. Buffy was about to counter with her own witty remark but was interrupted by Spike. "So let's sort this place out and get out of here. You owe me Slayer, and I'm anxious to be paid." Quickly they set about throwing away popsicle sticks and wrappers; washing up ice cream bowls; gathering the stakes Spike had thrown when looking for a change of clothes for her. Finally they were ready to leave. Spike dumped the wet shirt and overalls into Buffy's training bag and shrugged on his duster. They almost tore the door off its hinges in their haste to get through it. Still bantering, they left the apartment and ran slap bang into Giles, Willow and Dawn. "Where the hell are you off to?" Giles asked indignantly of the still moving pair. "Got an idea where those trekkie geeks are." Spike said thinking on his feet. "Could take a while though. Guess we'll see ya when we see ya." "Well really!" Giles excalimed as they disappeared from sight. "I meant it Slayer." Spike said grabbing her arm and pulling her along the street. "You are going to pay for winding me up like that you bad girl!" "Then lets get a move on." Buffy said with a wink. TBC…… If you guys are still reading after such a long update time Chapter 12 “So, where to?” Buffy smiled seductively at Spike. “Not sure yet.” Spike said suppressing his own smile. “Don’t know what you’re grinning about either Slayer. You ARE going to pay for your teasing. When I get started you won’t be quite so pleased with yourself. Won’t be grinning either.” He stepped round in front of her and closed the gap between them. The proximity greatly exaggerated the height difference and left Buffy feeling (as Spike intended) completely dwarfed. “Begging, pleading, screaming the place down, maybe. But I guarantee smiling won’t be happening until I’ve had my,” he reached the behind and pinched her ass, startling her, “pound of flesh. And until I’ve driven you just as crazy as you did me.” Buffy’s tummy flipped over at his almost malicious words and the unmistakeably seductive and sensuous tone in which they were delivered. Her breath hitched when their eyes met, his blue boring into her green. Before she knew what was happening he’d grabbed her by the elbow and they were heading off at speed. Apparently Mr. Spike knew exactly where they were going now. “Spike, where the hell are we going?” Buffy huffed in frustration, two minutes later as he continued to pull her along. Spike just continued without breaking stride or giving any kind of answer. “No way!” she exclaimed when Spike finally stopped. “I know we’ve done it some weird ways and some weird places but this is just……icky!” “You’re getting ahead of yourself Slayer.” Spike said. “I didn’t bring you here to shag. It happens to be on the way to my crypt and the sight inspired me. Another night at my place seemed kind of samey so I thought I’d have a little fun before we got there.” Buffy looked at Spike like he was crazy. A minute ago Spike had been as obviously horny as she was; now he wanted to play on the swings in the playground? She plastered as seductive a look as she could muster onto her face and stepped up close to him as he had done to her moments ago. “Fun as this looks Mr. Spike.” She said, teasingly using the name she’d given him when she’d thought she was four. “I believe there were some more pressing...” one hand squeezed his crotch, “matters to attend to.” She moved in closer, her intent to straddle a thigh and rub against him, a reminder of the ‘horsey’ game. Getting so close was her mistake. Spike pinned her arms to her sides and moved backwards, pulling her with him. When they were almost at the swings he turned her round in his grasp and moved her closer to them. He released his hold and Buffy watched, puzzled as pushed one up and over the bar. Realisation dawned when he caught it on the other side and put it into a stationary position. Now it was the right height for her to sit on it and have just her toes touching the ground, he could push her without hindrance of her feet dragging. Buffy really wasn’t in the mood for childish pursuits, her mind was running through a much more X-rated scenario involving the swing. However, she figured if she humoured him, maybe she could get him to join her. All her previous ‘ick’ factor about the location was pushed well aside by the lust engendered by the porn film playing in her head. Eagerly she moved forward to sit on the seat, preparing to give Spike an eyeful if he stayed where he was, in front of the swing. Spike soon put paid to that plan however, when he stopped her as she prepared to sit, his hands on her upper arms again. None too gently he moved her right up to the swing still facing it and pushed her down and forward. He kept up the pushing until she was bent over the flat seat of the swing, her lower stomach and hips resting on it and presenting her bottom nicely. Holding her in place Spike spoke before she even had the chance. “Now, I actually felt quite bad about spanking you when you weren’t quite yourself.” One hand still pressing on her back he flipped up her dress. “But this one, you’ve well and truly earned.” Buffy was at a loss as to whether her insides or her pussy were slippier right now. Her stomach felt like it was sliding around inside of her as much as her lower lips were sliding against each other in her struggles to get up. She knew exactly what Spike intended to do and she was suddenly all too aware again of where they were. “Spike!” she protested, disconcerted by the fact that her bottom was actually tingling in anticipation and that her outraged outburst had come out on a small giggle as if she were a nervous schoolgirl. She resolved not to do that again and managed reasonably stern tones when she continued. “Spike I’m the Slayer! I can’t be seen like this right out in the open! I’ll be striking fear in the heart of no demon if word gets around!” “Oh Slayer, stop!” Spike chuckled. “Do you honestly think that argument is going to do anything but make me happier about this? Besides, you chose to act like a child after the spell wore off. So, you’ll just have to take my payback like the naughty little girl you pretended to be in order to tease me.” Wasting no more breath Spike landed his first spank square across both cheeks. Buffy immediately moaned as her lust rose, from the blow and his ignoring of her protests. He kept the first ten or so fairly light, enjoying watching her flesh gently pinken. Buffy’s legs and arms scrabbled for purchase on the ground that they barely reached as Spike began to increase the intensity and speed of the smacks. It did her no good. She was bent just far enough that her centre of balance was tipped forward and she had nothing to lever herself up on or with. SMACK SMACK SMACK She squirmed some more as he alternated cheeks. Whenever a smack landed Buffy felt a corresponding, expectant tingle on the opposite cheek. Not once did Spike appease it always aiming for a different spot on the other side. The tingles from the spanking grew, along with the tingles in areas which expected to be smacked any minute. When she was squirming and wriggling just how he wanted Spike went in for the kill. Unlike the earlier spanking, his one was geared toward turning the slayer on. Again Spike’s nose did not deceive him but he decided to give her arousal even more of a boost. Aiming carefully he began to land blows alternately where each cheek met the corresponding thigh. Buffy’s moaning increased exponentially and the slight movement of the swing heightened the sensations as the smacks landed just a little harder. Abruptly Spike stopped, leaving Buffy hanging limply over the swing, trying to remember how to breathe. She was forcefully reminded how to do it, when Spike’s next movement made her gasp loudly. Standing square behind her he ever so gently ran the index finger of each hand along the crease of buttocks and thighs. Buffy’s yo-yoing breathing turned to panting as the fingers slid torturously slowly inwards. There could be only one place their journey would end. She squirmed involuntarily at the thought and in a subconscious effort to hurry them along. “Poor thing.” Spike said. “All red and sore here, in such a sensitive spot. Maybe I should kiss it better.” “Please…..” Buffy breathed, all rational thought long past. Ever the gentleman, Spike knelt behind her and with cool tongue and lips traced the path his fingers had just taken. First one side then the next. His mouth lingered momentarily where the two sides met, tongue licking once quickly at the copious fluids gathering there, before he pulled back to savour her reaction. “Ohhhh! Please, please….” Buffy said wanting to scream but managing only a moan. “Now, now.” Spike said pulling her up to stand on legs that simply refused to work properly. “I know exactly what you want, but for once I actually agree with something you said. It is a little…” he smirked, “icky to do such things here. A playground is not the place for this kind of thing. Shame on you Buffy Anne Summers!” Buffy looked at him in puzzled amazement. Her brain wasn’t really functioning on any sort of higher level (or at all come to that), but she was dimly aware that Spike wasn’t going to give her, or indeed himself what they both so badly wanted. Puzzled look still in place she allowed him to pull her along in his wake once more as he set off with a purposeful stride; explaining as he went what was going to happen next. “We’re off to my crypt Slayer. I told you I’d make you pay for teasing me and I just might have a toy or two there that will help me see to it. So come on, chop chop, you want to get to the fun don’t you?” TBC…….Ok so I’m a tease, I know it. What ya gonna do about it? Chapter 13 The closer they got to Spike’s crypt the harder it became for both of them to control themselves. Buffy was already suffering an acute attack of ‘jelly –knees’ and was flooding her thong in a way she’d never have believed possible had it not been happening to her right now. The memory of his tongue, just dipping under the elastic of panties as she lay prone over the swing caused twinges in that area every time she thought about it. Her intense state of arousal left her entirely vulnerable each and every time Spike stopped walking and essentially attacked her mouth with his. Eventually they reached their destination, but even at the threshold Spike couldn’t resist pushing her against the door and kissing the breath out of her. As he pulled away and opened the door he warned (as he had with each kiss) of his intention to well and truly claim revenge. By now Buffy just wished he would start so she could finally get some release. Sure, she might have to wait for a while (although right now she felt as though she’d come at a look from him) but she’d get it eventually. She had no idea how right her last thought had been. For all Spike knew he’d take great pleasure in torturing her as she had him, he was also looking forward to just how much Buffy was going to get it from him. And boy did he intend to give it to her! As soon as the door closed behind them Buffy became like a woman possessed. Her wobbly legs began to obey her brain as did the hands that grabbed him by the lapels of his duster. The hands that began to tear at his clothes as she kissed him like her life depended on it. For a moment Spike almost fell victim to the sheer sensuality of the woman kissing and undressing him. Only for a moment though. A single movement of her tongue against his reminded him of milky white popsicles, of how she’d teased him and of the task at hand. When he pulled his mouth away from hers and took a step back Buffy frowned and made to grab his duster again, too far gone to understand why he was stopping things. Knowing only that she wanted Spike inside her and that the bulge he’d had in his pants all night indicated that this was definitely what he wanted too. Spike caught hold of her forearms when she reached for him and slid his hands to her wrists, goosebumps rising in their wake. Gently he manoeuvred both hands to the small of her back and held them there. “Someone’s a greedy little girl!” he chided “None of that luv. This is on my terms now. ” That said he moved in and kissed her again. Heat rose as their tongues danced and teased one another and Buffy struggled to free her hands. She wanted his damn clothes off, wanted to run her hands over his sculpted chest as she took him inside of her over and over again. Struggle as she might however, she could not liberate herself and her mewls of consternation and the struggling itself aroused them both as well as amusing Spike no end. He’d meant every word he’d said. This was on his terms and he would have payback. When Buffy finally stopped struggling and melted into the kiss Spike again pulled away. “Be a good girl luv and take your lumps and maybe I’ll see my way to rewarding you when I’ve had retribution.” The lust, which was now in control of Buffy’s brain as well as her body, shouted loudly that she should just do as he said so she could get to the pinnacle sooner rather than later. Dumbly she nodded a silly smile on her face as she followed him down to his, now quite cosy, underground bedroom. Her feet didn’t work properly on the ladder and Spike got down well before her. As she reached the bottom of the ladder he pressed her against it. Capturing her mouth when she turned her head to look back at him he tweaked at her nipples with one hand. Buffy leaned back against him even as her breasts arched into his touch and moaned loudly into his mouth. Satisfied that he still had her sufficiently distracted, Spike pulled a blindfold from his back pocket. Breaking the kiss, he allowed her head to turn back round and her body to lean forward against the ladder. As she leaned forward, panting, Spike swiftly and silently positioned and secured the fold over her eyes. With an ‘ohh’ Buffy realised what had happened. Her breathing and the heat in her groin instantly ratcheted up a good few notches. “Spike, I…..I can’t see.” She said, cringing to herself at her obvious statement, but also quite also quite proud that she’d managed actual speech. “Well, there’s lots of ways of not seeing pet. You’re experiencing the most the most literal one. I experienced another earlier, when what I thought I was seeing was actually very different to what was really in front of me. Now we’re going to find out which is worse – seeing something different or not seeing anything at all.” His voice took on a sinister note with his final words and he was pleased to see goosebumps rise all over the parts of her body he could currently see. As was her wont, she surprised him with her next move, coming out fighting again in spite of her arousal. Spinning round to face him her head came up as she looked where she thought he would be. Her hands rose purposefully to remove the fold, her chin jutting forward in temper. Of course he caught her hands before they ever got near her head. She knew there was no point (aside from her enjoying the ‘over-powered’ feeling) in struggling against his grip. He’d proved that point just moments ago. Instead, she let loose with what was probably one of her most effective weapons. Her mouth. “Damnit Spike. I thought you said I had you all riled up. I thought you’d come over all ‘alpha-male’. Why bother with these games? Why not just give me what I was asking for all that time I was pretending and teasing. You know you could think of nothing but screwing me senseless.” Her voice took on a mocking, faux-sympathetic tone as she continued. “And you were such a good boy about it. Poor baby. Well now you can do it! You had your little spanking fun. Oooh ow! I learned my lesson Mr.Spike. Now why don’t you just give it to me?! Sink right into me and fuck me hard.” A slow smile spread across Spike’s face. Of course he wanted to do exactly what she’d suggested. However, you do not live as long as Spike without attaining a fairly impressive level of self-control should the situation require it. She was good - she’d almost had him for a second - but he was better. Little Miss Buffy wasn’t about to get off that easily. In fact she wasn’t ‘getting off’ at all until she’d had a good strong dose of her own medicine. “’Much fun as that would be Slayer.” He said softly. “I’m far from done with you yet. Now, come with me and I can start having my fun.” Although her brain was reluctant to capitulate in any movement which aided Spike in ‘having his fun’ her body didn’t listen to it. She allowed herself to be led forward, him walking backwards, still holding on to her lower arms. They reached the bed and he released her limbs in order to arrange her as he wanted on the bed. Buffy allowed this, her attempt at distraction effectively quashed she was resigning herself to having to wait. There were some brief rummaging sounds after he had lain her down then Buffy felt the mattress shift under his weight as he joined her. Suddenly Spike was kissing her neck, one hand caressing her nipples through the sundress, the other rubbing between her legs. Buffy moaned at the sensations he elicited even as her brow furrowed. Something was different, not right, not usual……but what? It dawned on her that Spike was stroking her through her clothes. Normally he delved straight into her underwear (nine times out of ten ripping it straight out of his way). As his mouth moved to hers she realised it felt like a teenage make-out session on Mom and Dad’s couch, like she was doing something she shouldn’t with the neighbourhood bad boy. It felt great actually. Kissing back for all she was worth Buffy was about to direct his hand up under her dress and into her panties when a new sound reached her ears. She barely had time to register that it was a buzzing sound before contact was made. Again on top of her clothes she felt a hard vibrating length pressed against her crotch. An ‘mmmm’ sound was all she could utter at the strange yet pleasant sensation. Her legs opened wider of their own volition and her pelvis slowly ground against the vibrator. Spike adjusted the angle at which he held the toy against her until he got what he wanted. A breathy ‘ohhh’ and a sharp push downwards of her hips, telling him that he had it in just the right place against her clit. Smiling he kept the same angle but rolled the vibrator ever so slightly from side to side. It was rolling deliciously back and forth against her clitoris, the sensation heightened as were all her senses, by her enforced blindness. In no time at all Buffy’s face grew flushed and her breathing became laboured. He’d expected her to reach for the blindfold but she did not. Instead one hand reached gripped the forearm not holding the vibe. The other found its way to the toy and the hand wielding it and gripped hard, holding it firmly in place. Her breathing came faster and harder, in direct proportion to the almost frantic bucking and twitching of her hips. She was going out of her mind, constantly feeling that she was almostthere………just a little more pressure…….gripping Spikes hand harder. He watched her carefully. When he saw the flush creeping up her chest and throat, heading behind her ears and she began to throw her head back he knew she really was just on the edge of orgasm. At that exact moment he yanked his hand and the vibrator free of her grasp. Grinning he watched her brow crinkle as she wailed. “Noooo!” Her hips still undulated as her breathing eventually slowed and an almighty pout took root on her lips. Her sense gathered quicker then she would have thought. Spike’s words about her pleading and screaming the place down echoed in hr head, taunting her as much as the low chuckle currently emanating from the vampire beside her. Well, she wasn’t going to play his games so easily. ‘Who are you trying to kid?’ piped up a small voice in her head, ‘ you’ll die if he does that again.’ Buffy told the voice firmly to shut up. Calling up reserves of strength from god only knew where, she pushed one side of the blindfold up to give Spike a solo eyeballing. “Meanie!” she pouted. Spike grinned. Buffy had always been his equal in the battlefield and the bed and much as he had told her otherwise at time, he loved her for it. She never failed to rise to a challenge. However, after what she had put him through tonight he was determined she would not win this little game. “Now that’s no way to speak to your elder’s young lady.” He laughed, shaking the vibrator at her as you would a remonstrative finger. Buffy couldn’t help but giggle at the incongruity of his words and the image he presented. She gave him a one-eyed eye roll before settling the fold back in place. Crossing her arms under her breasts she smiled and issued a challenge she knew she might well come to regret. “I’m not scared of you, you old meanie. That the best you’ve got? I thought I was supposed to be paying here.” “You are writing cheques your butt can’t cash!” Spike said, highly amused in spite of himself at the playfulness she was displaying. “Oooh scary.” Buffy taunted. “What ya gonna do? Spank me again? Doesn’t seem to have had much effect so far, does it?” “Well, that’s a blatant untruth,” Spike said as he slowly slid her dress up over her hips, “and we’ll get to that later. But much as I love smacking your bum and making you squeal, it’s not quite,” he switched the vibrator back on, “what I had in mind.” Any response Buffy may have been about to make was erased from her brain as he deftly positioned the vibrator again; this time with only her thong panties between it and her most sensitive areas. The vibrations were conducted much more effectively along the material of her underwear this time. It took only seconds for Buffy to be plunged back into the agitated state she’d so recently pulled herself out of. She moaned and writhed as Spike began his torturous ‘rolling back and forth’ movement. A small whimper escaped her lips, elicited when she ground against the toy and her thong sent the vibration right down over her mound and between her ass cheeks. Spike grinned at the sound. “Not so bloody cocky now are we?” he said smugly. Buffy couldn’t have retorted even if she had been able to hear him over the sound of her own harsh panting and the blood pounding in her ears. Her hands moved to resume their former position on each of his arms. “No, no, no.” Spike chided. “Not this time.” That said, he proceeded to remove the vibrator and place Buffy’s arms firmly up by her ears. Before she could move or protest at all Spike had returned to his task and she was moaning immediately. As she got closer to release her hands lifted of their own accord evidently on their way to holding Spike and his toy in place long enough this time for her to get to her peak. However the second they did Spike pulled his hands away leaving Buffy writhing and randomly thrusting her hips. “Lie still and do as you’re told like a good girl.” Spike said. “Or you don’t get what you want.” A strangled groan of frustration flew from her as she slammed her hands back down onto the pillow. “Good girl.” Spike said “Gonna….get…… you…… for thiissss!!” Buffy gritted then wailed out, making Spike grin all the more. “Uhuh.” Spike said. He moved the hand holding the vibrator down when he sensed she was very close again. Slowly he turned up the intensity of the vibrator as he pushed at her entrance through the thong. Buffy gasped at the dual strange sensations of the vibrator and the material rubbing against the very edge of her opening. The thumb of Spike’s other hand crept beneath the elastic of her panties and rubbed lazily at her clit as it had when he was teasing her with washing her overalls. Buffy’s resolve crumbled as Spike took her so damn close then again removed both vibrator and hand. “Please….please…ok I’m sorry I teased you…..please no more!” “Ok so now you’ve admitted it was wrong to be such a little tease. I think we really should give you a little more of your own medicine to teach you a lesson don’t you.” “Noooo!” she wailed for the second time tonight. “Yes.” Spike grinned, this time slowly pulling her underwear down and off. Buffy almost breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived when Spike’s next move was not at all what she expected. Instead of moving back between her legs she felt the bed shift on one side of her head then the other too. Spike was straddling her upper body he groaned himself as he freed his painfully hard cock. With a trademark evil grin he turned the vibrator all the way up and returned it to hover just at her entrance. His other hand came back and positioned his cock at her lips brushing over them to convey exactly what he wanted from her. After a moment of lust-filled confusion her lips parted and she took his cock into her mouth. Her hands came up and pumped at his shaft as she began to suck in earnest. “That’s right.” He said through gritted teeth. “You know you’re going to have to earn it. And I know you know what you’re doing after your little performance with the lollipop.” Buffy did not answer verbally, her answer came in the form of her sucking and pumping becoming even more voracious. Spike rewarded her by pushing just the vibrating tip of the toy into her vagina. Her hips shifted trying their hardest to pull the vibe further inside, but despite the wonderful sensations being wrought in his nether regions, Spike stayed in control and didn’t allow it. She moaned around his length as he continued to tease her with the vibe. His mouth came down to suckle steadily at her extremely swollen clit. As he’d planned the sensation wasn’t as intense for her as it would normally be when he was doing this. Compared to the intense sensation of the vibe on that area his tongue wasn’t anywhere near as extreme. This would ensure that even with what he planned to do with her in the next moments she would have dropped back from the edge a little. As he suckled harder Buffy moaned anew and her strokes became long and firm on his dick. Spike couldn’t believe how well his plan was working as he continued to circle her opening with the vibe just inside. Without warning he thrust the toy inside her wanting wet pussy. Angling the bottom end of it down towards her ass he pushed the vibrating tip to her g-spot. Buffy would have thrashed her head wildly had her mouth not been otherwise occupied just now. Again she settled for sucking more and more fervently. “Good girl.” Spike forced out. “You want it don’t you? Oh god yeah you want it. That’s it…….suck it.” His exhortations spurred her on, as did the sensation of the vibrator buzzing powerfully against her most sensitive internal place. The part that was outside of her was angled steeply against the area between her vagina and her anus; a new sensation for her that was slowly driving her insane. Suddenly Spike’s ministrations on her clit seemed to break through the barrier that had been dulling them in comparison to the vibe. She began to gasp as she continued to pleasure him. Spike gave up all pretence of control, now slamming the vibrator in and out and all but biting on her clit. The fever was infectious as Buffy rose to still greater efforts. Spike panted hard into her overflowing pussy, veins bulging in his neck, his face flushing as he felt the rush start in his balls. He actually grinned as he spewed his cum into her mouth with a huge groan. He knew he’d left her unsatisfied even as he revelled in his own release. If Buffy expected him to resume his ministrations once he had come down a little she was sadly mistaken. Grinning even more heartily (and evilly) he slid the vibrator out of her and patting her trembling thigh moved off her and the bed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Buffy exclaimed immediately and involuntarily. “Revenge is revenge but you are seriously reducing your life expectancy if you think this is ending like THAT!” Spike replied by placing his hand over her extremely over-heated pussy, and saying. “Oh no sweetheart. If you think you’re getting off that easily you are very very mistaken!” TBC……….. Just one more part to come hehe (god I just can’t help the double entendres!) Chapter 14 “I’m not getting off that easily?” Buffy questioned incredulously. With a movement like lightning Spike found himself grabbed by the arm, as Buffy stood up and threw him over her shoulder, on to the bed, simultaneously. She didn’t know herself how she’d managed to channel her desperation into grabbing him, but she figured her inner primal slayer had finally had enough of the teasing. “I think you’ll find, Mr. Spike, that you are the one who is not getting off easily. You’ve had your fun, now I’m damn well gonna have mine.” Again she surprised herself with her own speed as she ripped her dress over her head and used it to secure Spikes hands, crossed over his head, to his headboard. “Now I got you where I want you.” She grinned evilly. “Gee us kids can be such a handful can’t we Mr. Spike?” she said employing her best ‘innocent’ face and voice. As she spoke she cupped her breasts in her hands slowly circling her hard nipples with her thumbs. The sight of her playing with her breasts so flagrantly, all the while looking like she had no idea what effect she was having on him, was more than enough to get Spike incredibly hard again. “Is that a lollipop for me?” She questioned, bending down to suck very briefly at the tip of his cock. Pulling her head away she gave his penis a bored look. “I’m not really hungry any more.” Spike growled. “Now, now.” She chided. “Be a good boy, and you might get a treat. But you know what I really want to do right now?” Spike closed his eyes and hissed air out through clenched teeth as she moved closer. “I wanna play horsey again.” Buffy said with a wicked grin. “Can I ride you horsey?” Without waiting for a reply Buffy positioned herself, straddling one of Spike’s legs and instantly began rubbing her sodden pussy against his thigh. As she ground against him over and over again she moved further and further up his leg. Positioning herself slightly to the side she rubbed herself against his hip as her hand came down to stroke his cock in long firm strokes. Her grinding became faster and harder as did her hand as she leaned in and put her mouth to his ear. She nipped at it lightly before whispering breathily. “Gee-up horsey. C’mon, giddy up.” “Fuck!” Spike yelled as she pumped him just that little bit harder. “Ohhh I see something else I can ride on.” She exclaimed as if the thought had only just occurred to her. “Do you think it’s big enough?” As she asked the last question she moved again to straddle him fully. Keeping her hold on his cock she held it between her legs. Panting she began to slide his length up and down the outside of her pussy. Spike was struggling with his bonds but her slayer strength had allowed her to ensure that they were tied VERY tightly. Buffy knew she was close. After all he had left her wanting. She quickly decided that too much teasing would be counter productive. She fully intended to get all the pleasure she could before he could even get close. Without breaking the undulating rhythm she had started she lifted herself off him and positioning his cock, she sank down until it filled her to her core. A loud groan emanated from her as his girth stretched her passage. Her inner muscles instinctively clamped around him as if desperate to hang on to the prize they’d ached for almost all night. Buffy grunted as she lifted herself, still gripping internally as she rose. Spike couldn’t believe how tight she felt. Unintelligible groans and curses spilled from his lips when she began moving up and down on him. Grunts overtook the other noises as Buffy began thrusting herself up and down rapidly. Spike cracked his eyes open and almost came from the sight of Buffy impaling herself hard and fast on his cock. Even more enticing to him was the fact that one of her hands was pinching her own nipples and the other was moving with astounding speed over her clit. He watched in fascination as Buffy threw her head back and jerked her hips up and down. Her breathing was rapid and rasping as she grunted with the effort of fucking him so hard and fast. “Ohh….oohhh……fuck……fuck………FUCK!!!!!!!!!” Buffy screamed as the orgasm rose fast and crashed over her. Her teeth were welded together and her nostrils flared as she continued to ride him and rasp at her clit, determined to make this feeling last. Her pussy spasmed around his cock as she drove herself harder. There it was, that’s what she had searched for. Another wave, bigger probably than the first, swamped her and Buffy lost the ability to hold herself upright. Collapsing forward onto Spike’s chest her hips moved of their own volition in a slow thrusting on his member as she rode out the last vestiges of her release. As she slowed to a stop, her full weight slumped over Spike, legs and pussy giving involuntary twitches, Spike tried to spur her on to keep going until he could join her in her euphoric state. He moved his hips as best he could, vainly attempting to get a decent thrusting motion and rhythm established. “Come on Buffy!” he protested. “Finish me off too.” Buffy raised droopy lids to look at him. “Yeah right Spike. You seriously think I’m gonna do that after what you just did to me?” “Fair’s fair, pet.” Spike argued. “You did more than your fair share of teasing me too. We’re even. C’mon, untie me so I can shag the sexy little arse off of you?” Buffy giggled in the face of his most winning smile, and moved off his cock and his body to lie at his side facing him. “Not a chance Mister. While that was great, maybe at a push I might even say really great, I’m still horny as hell so I think you just might have to stay there until I’ve had my fill.” “You’ll get your bloody fill, alright when I get out of this!” He warned. “Gonna fill you up with my dick and my cum and keep fucking you hard even when you’re so full it’s running out of you!” As drenched in their combined secretions as it already was Buffy felt her pussy grow even wetter. Her clit twinged and her stomach clenched at his words. Sometimes she wondered if he could make her cum just by whispering naughty plans of what he wanted to do to her in her ear. “I think you’re inviting me to take another ride on your dick.” Buffy said. “I should warn you though, I think I could have gone longer there. I’m very close. It won’t take much, so I’m thinking I’m gonna be past the winning line and having a celebratory beer before you even have a chance to cum close to…..well, y’know…. cumming.” Spike growled and tugged again at the dress that bound his hands. Soon his whole body was struggling as Buffy moved over him again, intent on furthering the erotic pleasure that she’d already had. Every time Buffy made a grab for, or got a tenuous hold on his cock, Spike violently thrashed his hips from side to side. He was both trying to avoid her managing to sink onto his cock and to unseat her from her position straddling his thighs. After a couple of minutes of this, Buffy decided on a new tack. Climbing off him she moved back to her position at his side. However, this time she flopped over onto her side so that her back was to him. “Well if you don’t want to play…….” She said with just a hint of ‘huff’ to her voice which melted into a sultry, needy tone. “I guess I’ll just have to take care of……things……ungh, myself.” Spike groaned as Buffy wriggled her butt up against his cock and her hands disappeared in front of her. He had absolutely no doubts about what she was doing. Had he needed his suspicions confirmed he wouldn’t have had to wait long. Almost immediately Buffy started to moan, the hands he couldn’t see moving between her thighs. Spike was still on his side, facing her back. She purposefully rubbed her ass against his cock as she moved against her hands. She let out little groans as she humped her own hands, making sure to rub plenty at his cock. The feel of her ass against him and the noises she was making were driving Spike slowly insane. Taking a deep breath Spike decided he had to do what he had to do. Spike vamped out and with the impetus and burst of energy this gave him he ripped her dress to shreds as he tore his limbs free. One hand grabbed her by the waist as his other positioned his cock at her entrance. The shock of his sudden manoeuvre stopped Buffy’s hands in their tracks, by instinct she grabbed at the hand around her middle, trying to free herself. This left other areas of her body completely open to Spike and he wasted no time at all. With a half-grunt of effort, half-groan of ecstasy Spike thrust up into her from behind. Buffy grunted herself as she was assaulted by the, both considerable, length and girth of Spike’s dick. She could feel every inch of the hard muscle that was imbedded in her. His width filled her completely and the top of his cock prodded further up inside her than it ever had. Spike grabbed Buffy’s hair pulling her head back and exposing her throat as he began to thrust torturously slowly in and out of her. Buffy moaned loudly as he tugged on her hair and brought his mouth to her throat. Her Slayer instincts were ringing LOUD alarm bells as the vampire suckled at her neck. They were quickly silenced, however, by the sensations his hard dick was eliciting. She fully expected to feel his fangs sink into her neck any second and was surprised when he contented himself with kissing, albeit roughly, at her throat. The kissing and the slow thrusting were driving Buffy wild. She turned her head as much as she could over her shoulder trying to look at him. “Spike…..” she half-growled, half-gasped. “Something to say Slayer?” Spike asked pulling on her hair so that she was more or less looking at him, and leaning over slightly to make eye contact. As their eyes locked Buffy panted out a request, or more accurately a demand. “Fuck……me…..hard!” With a growl Spike set about doing exactly that. The hand he had around her middle snaked down to her clit, the other tightening it’s grip on her hair considerably, as he hammered his cock up into her. Little whimpers and groans escaped her with every slamming thrust he gave her. Buffy wouldn’t have believed she could be so close to cumming again so soon after not one but two wonderful releases; but damn close she was. “Ohhh fuck……so…fucking…..good!” She panted out. “You like that don’t you?” Spike growled in her ear. “You asked for it hard, now you’re getting it and you love it don’t you?” Buffy spiralled ever closer to another screaming orgasm, assaulted by three sets of sensations. His deep gravely voice saying quite clichéd yet still intensely arousing things; his dick hammering up so far inside her that it was deliciously close to the point of pain; his body smacking against her bottom, emphasising each thrust. “Yeah, that’s it.” Spike growled. “Take it Slayer. Take it Buffy.” The pair grunted and groaned as their fucking became ever more aggressive. Buffy’s pinnacle came screaming through her the second Spike sunk his fangs into her neck. Her womb and whole pussy contracted over and over again as wave after wave smashed through her. Spike followed barely five seconds after her, drawing deeply on her potent slayer’s blood. He jacknifed spasmodically into her as he spurted his release, only removing his fangs when his lust was finally sated. His face returned to it’s human form as he leaned his forehead against the back of Buffy’s head. His arm went back around her middle and he held her pressed close to him as they both allowed their breathing to return to normal. “Mmm, that was quite nice.” Buffy murmured. Spike pulled back away from and out of her. He looked at her in disbelief as she rolled onto her back. The corners of her mouth twitched ever so slightly as she suppressed the urge to laugh at his expression. “Quite nice?” Spike thundered. “That was bleedin well fantastic! Ill give you bloody nice!” Buffy giggled and rolled out of the way as Spike pounced intending to pin her to the bed. He managed to grab one arm and a full-on wrestling match ensued. “Take it back and tell it like it really was Slayer!” Spike warned as he seemed to be gaining the upper hand. “Ok, ok.” Buffy laughingly conceded. “I was just teasing and I swear I’m done with the teasing now. I think we both had more than enough for one day. It was amazing Spike, and we both know it.” Despite her concession Spike continued to wrestle with her and eventually he had her pinned down with her hands by her ears. “Hey!” Buffy protested with a pretend pout. “I already said I was done and that it was fantastic. Let me go!” “You know what you have to say.” Spike replied with a low chuckle as he moved in to nuzzle and kiss the sensitive area just below and a little behind her ear. His actions elicited a small shriek/moan as Buffy tried to ignore the distraction and remember what he wanted her to say. She racked her brain for what it was that he’d demanded instead of ‘uncle’ earlier. “You’re the king of the castle and I’m a dirty rascal!” She blurted out, and immediately wondered why she had said it. She didn’t actually want Spike to stop what he was doing at all. “Glad you remembered.” Spike chuckled, releasing her hands but continuing to nuzzle at her. “Means you also remember how well I took care of you when you came over all kiddy. How worried I was when I thought you had gone walkabout. I think you owe me for all of that actually.” “Yeah, Spike.” Buffy scoffed. “Nice try. Like you didn’t love it. Especially putting me over your knee and teaching me a lesson about running off. Pervert!” “Wouldn’t throw stones if I were you pet.” Spike said mirroring the words he’d said the morning after their first ever romp. “If I remember rightly you weren’t entirely unhappy with that turn of events once you were yourself again either.” “Ok.” Buffy grudgingly conceded. “Maybe I do owe you a slight favour.” That said, she rolled them both over so that Spike was beneath her. As she slid down his body she looked up and locked her eyes onto his intense, and increasingly lust-filled blue gaze. “I’ve got an idea Mr.Spike.” she informed him, pausing to tug at one of her pigtails which had gone a little awry. “I think if I suck on your lollipop enough I can make it give me ice-cream. Wanna try it out?” Spike’s reply was the only one he was capable of as the Slayer sunk her mouth down onto his member; he groaned in sheer bliss. THE END