Out of Bounds
Chapter Three
Buffy squirmed and whimpered. She was lying across Willow’s lap with her skirt pushed up and her panties down and her best friend was applying a hairbrush firmly to her bottom.
“How dare you sleep with my lover,” Willow said angrily, as she brought the hairbrush down on Buffy’s bottom again. “You knew what you were doing and you knew it was wrong. Do you have any excuse for your behavior?”
“I’m sorry, Willow,” Buffy said sniffling. “There’s no excuse. I’m sorry” Willow had been lecturing her since the first stroke of the brush and she found that it made her more even ashamed of her actions than she had been when the witch first walked in on Spike and her. “I’m being paddled like a naughty little girl,” she thought. “I guess that’s what I am. I took something that didn’t belong to me, and I didn’t give one thought to how Willow would feel. I just assumed Spike and I would keep it secret and that she would never find out. But she did find out, and now I’m being punished and Spike’s watching, and…” Just then, Willow turned her attention to the lower curves of Buffy’s bottom and she squealed in pain.
“Oww! That hurt!”
“It was supposed to, dear. That’s the whole idea of a spanking.” Willow replied, continuing to rain blow after blow on the sensitive area where the Slayer’s buttocks met her thighs. “It’s supposed to provide an incentive to good behavior. I certainly hope it will.”
“It will, Willow, it will!” Buffy assured her friend. Tears were gathering in her eyes and she was whimpering almost continually. “I’ll be good! I promise! I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Good.” Willow paused briefly, and rubbed her hand over the slayer’s bright red bottom. “Hmm, It looks like I’m doing a fairly good job of getting your attention. Your ass is turning a lovely shade of red. Don’t you agree, William?” She looked up at the vampire as she asked the question only to find him looking at the floor. “William! I believe I told you to watch Buffy’s punishment.”
“Yes, Mistress, you did.” Spike looked up quickly.
“Then do so. Watching her spanking is a part of your punishment. I want you to realize you aren’t the only one who suffers from your mistakes.” Willow’s voice was harsh.
“I understand, Mistress. I’m sorry I dropped my eyes. I didn’t want to shame Buffy any further than I already had.”
“I appreciate the sentiments, William, but they are misplaced. Buffy is just as responsible for this situation as you are.” Confident that Spike would now obey her, the redhead turned back to the little blonde on her lap.
“Now as for you, young lady, there’re just a few things I expect from you in the future, so pay attention.” As she laid out her expectations, the witch accompanied them with a series of extremely hard smacks, putting as much force behind each one as she could. “You are not to be alone with William—ever. You will keep your hands to yourself, and you will never, never, never have sex with him again. Do you understand me, young lady?”
“Yes, ma’am! I understand.” Buffy cried, beginning to sob. “I won’t ever touch him again, I promise. Please, forgive me!”
Willow continued to spank Buffy until the Slayer was crying freely. Her sobs and cries of pain were interspersed with pleas for mercy and promises of good behavior for a while, but soon all the young woman was able to do was cry. She was heartily ashamed of herself, and the shame was only heightened by the knowledge that Spike was watching and that he would soon be punished as well.
“It’s my own stupid fault,” Buffy thought, “Neither of us would be in this position if I hadn’t talked Spike into fucking me that first time. He told me no, and I wouldn’t accept it, I just kept at him until he gave in.”
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Spike waited quietly while Willow wrapped Buffy in a blanket and settled her in a comfortable chair. The Slayer was clearly shaken by her punishment, and the witch held her while she cried, murmuring reassurance that she had been forgiven.
“Will you be all right now, Buffy?” she asked once the blonde’s tears had subsided.
“Uh-huh,” the Slayer replied, sniffling a little. “I’m still horribly sorry about what I did, but at the same time, I’m starting to feel better about it already.”
“That’s the idea, dear,” the redhead said smiling down at her friend. “You’ve been punished and forgiven. Now, I’ve one more thing to ask you—but this is a request, not an order.
“What is it, Willow, I’ll do anything you want,” she replied.
“Please keep this part of my relationship with William to yourself. I see no need for anyone else to know at this point.”
Buffy looked up, clearly surprised, “I wouldn’t think of mentioning it, Willow. That’s between you and Spike. If you wanted to tell, that’s one thing, but I won’t; it’s not really any of my business. And I’d never have found out if… well, you know what I mean.”
“Thank you, Buffy; I appreciate it. Now we can put the whole episode behind us and move on.”
“It won’t happen again, Willow, I swear.”
“It had best not, Buffy.” Willow answered, her voice taking on a firm edge. “Because if it does, if I have to do this again, I won’t hold back, and you’ll get the kind of punishment William does. Speaking of which, he’s been waiting long enough.” She crossed back to her chair in the center of the room and sat. “Come here, William.”
Immediately, Spike started to rise, and then checked himself. “Best to ask,” he thought,
“Mistress, may I stand?”
“You may.”
Gratefully, he rose, walked quickly to the center of the room, and knelt again at his Mistress’ feet. It would have been humiliating to be forced to crawl to Willow, but he would have done it. Under the circumstances he could ill afford to anger the witch any further. “Besides,” he thought wryly, “it could hardly be more embarrassing than being punished in front of the Slayer.”
“Look at me, William. Do you understand why we are here?” Willow asked her voice quiet and even.
Spike raised his eyes to her face. “Yes, Mistress, I do,” he replied, growing calmer as the familiar ritual began. “I’ve been disobedient and need to be punished.”
“What have you done?”
Spike winced. He never liked reciting his misdeeds, but this time was worse than ever, in part because of what he had done, but also because his shame was being witnessed. “I was unfaithful to you. I had sex with Buffy without your knowledge or permission.”
“Did you know it was wrong?”
“Yes, Mistress. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I did it anyway.”
“You were with her more than once, weren’t you?” With that question Willow departed from their ritual, and the coldness in her tone tore at Spike.
His voice faltered as he answered. “Yes Mistress, we were together a lot of times.”
“I see. So for the last 6 months, you were fucking Buffy every time I was out of town.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And all that time you deceived me—allowed me to believe that nothing was wrong. You lied to me, William, perhaps not in words, but you lied all the same. I dare say you had no intention of stopping, or of confessing to me, either.”
“Bloody hell,” he thought, “she’s looking at it as lying. I hadn’t thought of it like that but she’s right; it’s the same as lying. I guess I fucked this up about as badly as I could have.” Spike stammered, “yes, Mistress, I mean, no, Mistress. I didn’t mean to lie, but it’s true, I hadn’t intended to tell you, and I hadn’t thought about stopping. I guess I hoped you’d never find out. I wasn’t really thinking, and when you didn’t figure anything out the first time, I thought I had gotten away with it...” He dropped his eyes, unable to look at Willow any longer.“ I deserve to be punished, Mistress. I’m sorry, so bloody sorry. It won’t ever happen again, I swear it.”
“No, it won’t.” Willow said in a voice as cold and hard as ice. “I’ll see to that. Now, on your feet, pants down, and over my knee.”
Without another word Spike obeyed. Quickly he unfastened the jeans and pushed them down to his knees, then laid himself across his Mistress’ lap. His stomach tightened as he lay waiting in the familiar position, hands on the floor and arse positioned properly. He loved lying like this most of the time, waiting for the sharp sting of Willow’s hand on his bum, but punishment was another matter altogether. Sensations that would normally arouse him and have him begging for release were simply painful and humiliating when he was being punished. Oh, he could make it a more pleasant experience if he concentrated on the enjoyable sensations rather than focusing on the disciplinary aspects, but that would be a very bad idea. Mistress had made it clear to him early on in their relationship that if he climaxed during a punishment she would start it over again, and then double it.
A sharp swat to the seat of his knickers pulled his attention back to the situation at hand. Willow was resting the heavy oak hairbrush against his bottom. He recognized the feel of it even through the silk. He really disliked that brush.
“William, I’m going to give you a thorough spanking to start with,” she explained. “After that, you will be strapped, then caned. You will, of course, be expected to hold position and to count when I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Remember, William, you have no safeword for this. You will be punished as long and as harshly as I see fit. You may cry, beg and plead as much as you like, but it will not move me. And I’m certain you will be begging long before I’m through with you.” As she finished speaking, Willow brought the brush down on Spike’s cheeks.
From the first, the spanking was as hard as any Spike had ever had. The blows fell quickly and stung tremendously. He did his best to hold still, but was unable to keep from clenching his bottom cheeks and squirming when the brush landed on the sensitive skin at the top of his thighs. Soon, his arse was hot and painful, yet he knew his punishment had barely begun.
Once the pink was beginning to show around the edges of Spike’s briefs, Willow paused. “Naughty boys should be spanked on their bare bottoms, shouldn’t they William?” she asked as she rested her hand on his hot sore cheeks.
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered without hesitation. That was one of Willow’s rules; all punishments were to be on bare skin.
“Well, then these need to come down.” She suited the action to the words and pulled Spike’s knickers down to his thighs.
