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Fifi	By : CindyShrapnel Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 15807 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(For Saladied – I hope this makes you smile m’lady ;)
Giles sat his steaming mug of chamomile tea back down and sighed. Checking his watch once more he wondered just how late Buffy was going to be for training as, with the demon activity in Sunnydale showing a marked increase of late, he wanted her to be in the best possible shape so she could avoid the more irksome qualities of death.
“Good morning Mr Giles”, came the somewhat dull yet clipped voice of a woman who entered the empty library with a bright spring to her gait, but buried behind her voice was an interminable squeak which seemed to mirror each of her well placed footsteps. He quickly made a mental note to oil the swing doors of the library though it seemed strange he hadn’t noticed the almost shy creaking of them before.
“Good Morning Mrs Post, did you send off that report to the Council”, he asked with a jovial tone putting aside his irritance at Buffy’s strange inability to utilise all her slayer powers and use a watch correctly.
“Yes I did, but I didn’t mention how you sneezed all the way through the ritual to destroy the Glove Of Mynheghon”, she smirked back knowingly as she cast a brief look to her feet before returning her gaze to his tired eyes.
“I’m sorry about that, I think I may allergic to Phallengra”
“Think nothing of it, but I should apologise for taking over three weeks to finish the report…but I had more pressing matters to attend to. Something I couldn’t put off anymore”
Giles stood up from his post behind the raised reception desk of the library as a puzzled look swept across his face for he swore he could hear the slight tinkle of a metal chain emanating from somewhere close by.
“And what is that?”
“The salvation of a young girl drowning in fear, self loathing and sociopathic tendencies”, replied Mrs Post with a teeth bleaching seriousness.
“I beg your pardon, what do you...”, he started as he slipped his glasses back on and stepped round the well-ordered desk until he came face to face with Mrs Post and something else by her feet, “What the dickens?”
He looked down to see a young woman, or what he supposed was a young woman, as he saw a lumpen mass covered in a smooth wash of black glossy latex smothering every inch of her skin. It had a small, yet perfectly moulded, latex muzzle buckled tightly to its face as it stared back with darting wet eyes of a deep brown. As it moved its head Giles noticed the locks of plaited dark hair with a large white satin bow tied proudly around its base where it sprung forth from a hole in the top of the glistening seamless hood.
“Mr Giles, this is Fifi. Fifi, say hello to Mr Giles……now don’t be shy girl, I said say hello”, Mrs Post said with a tattered veil of a mild threat.
“W-woof”, came the sheepish reply as this creature shrank away only to be pulled back by the leash in Mrs Posts hand attached to the rhinestone covered leather dog collar.
“I…er….who exactly?”, stammered Giles in shock.
“Fifi. Though you know her as Faith”, stated the English woman matter-of-factly.
“F-F-Faith? That is Faith in there…w-what did you….why…but I…”
As the startled glare of Giles ricocheted of the submissive form enveloped in pore clogging latex Mrs Post gave a pull on the leash gently encouraging ‘Fifi’ further into the room so he could get a better look at her. Faith waddled forward on the stumps of her limbs, the chain of her leash tinkling as she wobbled forward under the slight tug of Mrs Post. Each padded step, though not painful physically, wrenched at her insides for Faith could feel all shards of dignity being swept away, especially as every time she moved her tail swung side to side and churned her brown butter, so to speak.
“B-but I…what in the name of…something…why?”, coughed out Giles as he could almost felt the intense heat of Faith’s blushing from a few feet away.
“I think it was pretty obvious to even the most moronic of people that Faith is a young girl who needs love and attention as much as she needs discipline. I can understand why you may find seeing her like this a little unusual but you do live on a Hellmouth so I imagine you have seen much more bizarre things. If you please Mr Giles, just let me explain why Faith needs to be treated like this, it’s all for her own good you see”
“Er…well yes…and….you mean to say that Faith actually agreed to this?”
“Well it took a little more than that, but it has the desired effect more than any caning, therapy or shackles ever could. I’m not doing this to be cruel or evil and the very notion of abusing her vulnerability sickens me, but Faith needs a firm hand to keep her in check. You see many girls from broken homes who have been neglected and starved of love act out as a way of gaining attention. I’m not saying it’s a general rule but Faith here, though she was unaware of it, craved a firm yet loving hand to make her feel that someone cared enough about her to correct her. I know my methods might raise some eyebrows…”
“You think?”, Giles interrupted as he cleaned his glasses manically as if he had OCD.
“Mr Giles please, this method of discipline has worked many times before in my previous employment as warden for a girl’s correctional facility back in Staffordshire….”
“B-but the Council, d-do they know of this?”
“Will you please stop stammering. I know the Council may not approve of my methods but they will be more than happy with the results, for I have taken a scared and angry girl on the brink of misanthropy and altered her training to develop not only a top notch slayer but a well-rounded and socially adjusted young woman”
The wide O-ring was lodged between her teeth and stretching it widely and Faith felt sure her jaw would dislocate leaving the girl, who always had a smart ass comment brewing on her tongue, unable to make anything but unintelligible sounds. Her nose itched like mad rubbing against the moulded latex muzzle but she was buckled into it and was at quiet the mercy of her Watcher who, despite being strict, had shown Faith more care and attention than she had ever received. But as Mrs Post and Giles talked about her new outlook on life Faith could feel her heart quivering as her blushing, though unseen, scoured her skin to a hue of deepest scarlet.
“But isn’t this a little…er, odd. A little extreme maybe?”
“Oh pish and tosh, Mr Giles. Not when you consider how much she has improved lately, for I have not lessened her hours of combat training nor the hours of research and studying she does now, think of this more as a motivational tool. Let me explain, I used a few ingredients and a brief incantation and after seeing how well it worked on my unfaithful brother in law, though he enjoyed it a little too much and is now living full time as a German shepherd with a family just outside Eastbourne, I knew this was the way to break down and remould Faith into someone who had the real chance of being happy in this world. A chance to be all she can be and more”
“Madam, this is unfathomable”, coughed Giles as he cast aside his initial shock and leant before the latex clad girl. He stared into her dewy orbs and could see it was very much indeed his former slayer, but now subservient and meek, his eyes caught a flash of light of steel and Giles reached forward to the stiff dog collar and he ran his fingers over the small bone shaped tag which read ‘Fifi’.
“Why so, good Sir?”
“I-I never though you as being so…so…open to deviancy”
“Oh please, you cannot be this buttoned down and straight laced, as they say, without harbouring some deep down fetish which you are forced to keep dormant. Just ask Mrs Summers”, the Watcher quipped brightly as she straightened the lapels on her cream pinstriped skirt suit.
“Joyce? What do you mean?”
“Nothing, forget I said anything”, grinned Mrs Post as for the last two weeks she had been sharing mid-morning coffee regularly with Joyce Summers as she wanted to pick her brains about how to handle a teenage slayer. It was only when Mrs Post slipped a little truth spell in her drink just a few days ago that Joyce spilled out a surprisingly strong desire to discipline Buffy, but also another, more quirky, need.
“But where was I? Oh yes, the spell I used. I sprinkled the ingredients over her Frosted Flakes and once I said the brief incantation, oh by the way, I wrote down the spell I used and the ingredients needed for you”, she handing over a piece of neatly folded paper, her family crest acting as a proud letterhead.
“Why?”
“Just in case. But please stop interrupting. So anyway, after an hour or so I used the trigger word and she became very open to suggestion and pliable in what I wanted her to do. Once she stripped off her clothes Faith was most willing to fold her arms up until her palms wrapped over her shoulders as I slid the rubber restraints over her limbs and buckled them on tight, the same process with her legs being bent up double and sheathed in latex until all her limbs were ‘chicken-winged’, I believe some call it. But fear not as it is quite comfortable for it has gel filled padding on her knees and elbows, or should I say her paws”, Mrs Post said with a chuckle.
“But all this is so…”
“Sir, let me finish and then you may cast judgment. Where was I, oh yes. Once her limbs were encased I pulled the strap from her right leg restraint and buckled the long strap across her back to her left arm restraint and vice versa, both being tightened around her middle for extra support, that way she wouldn’t slouch when she walks.”, said the sniffy English woman as she ran a hand over Faith’s straight back and plucked at the tight straps criss-crossing over her body underneath the skin tight bodysuit.
“Yes, it took her a little while to get used to her new legs but with her slayer agility she soon got used to it, didn’t you Fifi?”
Faith just cowered and under the tight latex bodysuit she could feel her whole skin erupt into a crimson blush.
“I said…..didn’t you Fifi”, repeated Mrs Post as she tapped her foot where, from Faith’s line of view, she could only see the dull brown heels clack on the floor.
“W-woof”, came the soft reply.
“What was that?”, asked Mrs Post.
“Woof!”, Faith repeated louder as she wished that Kakistos had torn her to shreds as this was the worse humiliation she could ever feel. But despite her almost corporeal shame, since the new training regimen began, Faith felt somehow more at peace with the world than she ever had. But as the days past, it twisted her mind into a simmering quagmire of confusion.
“D-did she just…bark?”, asked Giles curiously as he tried to stifle a laugh.
“Absolutely, when she is dressed like this she knows that she must act every inch the little doggy, barking, drinking from her bowl, going to the bathroom in the garden”
“I-in the garden?”
“Yes, she now lives in my house, I’ve only rented it but it has two bedrooms, plenty big enough for the two of us, and a lovely big garden so if Fifi misbehaves then she sleeps in the small doghouse I had delivered last week. All her squeaky rubber bones and bouncy balls are out there so every morning she spends a few hours as Fifi and if she is well-behaved then I let her out before we study for the afternoon and train before she goes out on patrol in the evening.”
“Doghouse?”
“Yes, will you please stop parroting everything I say”
“Parroting?”
“Yes, parroting”, said the female Watcher with a roll of the eyes, “But most of the time she is just normal Faith at home, she has her own room with I insist is kept clean and tidy, and though it has only been just over a month since we first met, I really do like her spirit, it just needs a little moulding is all. Teaching her responsibility and respect, as well as a little humility”
“In what way?”, asked Giles.
“I’m glad you asked……sit Fifi”, Mrs Post commanded as she gave a little tug of the leash.
Faith winced as her ass fell back against the chill of the lino for, as her peachy globes hit the floor, it increased the pressure on her tail plug and tickled her anal walls to a maddening degree, she had learnt on the second day of her training that she had to sit with her legs wide apart to actually get her rear in contact with the floor which made her show off her pussy to anyone who cared to look. But once mastered, she did get a doggy biscuit for her efforts which made her weep in shame, but Mrs Post simply pulled the sobbing doggified girl into her arms and hugged her sweetly in a warm embrace. It was in this moment that Faith realised her new Watcher was not an evil crone but a strict Governess type who lavished punishment and reward in equal measures.
Though she still burnt with embarrassment when they went grocery shopping and loaded the trolley up with plastic toys and Alpo in between the French Bread pizzas and 7-Up, the latter of which Faith loved.
“Surely you realised that living in such a terrible motel room would have an adverse effect on her well-being seeing as any vampire could walk right in whenever he felt like it”
“Yes I suppose they could”, said Giles ashamed that he could be so thoughtless of his one-time charge’s safety. “But I must ask, when Faith is…. er…restrained like this, why doesn’t she use her slayer strength to tear it all off?”
“At first I had to nullify her powers but now, well I managed to latch into her deep rooted insecurities and fears, a tangled mass of neurosis buried under a thick camouflage of nonchalance. But now she had seen the benefits of a little discipline I have let her have her slayer powers back when she is being Faith, but when she is in this suit it drains her of all her strength. She could refuse to co-operate but I seem to have triggered something inside her, a need for release from the real world which is bathed in sorrow and hatred, a desire to be fussed over and mollycoddled by a mother figure who actually has her best interests at heart. Something she has never felt before, so if the reward is unconditional, dare I say it, love, then she is happy to be Fifi. Don’t you girl”, smiled Mrs Post as she tickled Faith behind the ear. The bodysuit was forged of thick latex but it made her underlying skin even more sensitive to any strokes and petting, the puppy girl felt a rush of joy inducing endorphins and leant into the tickle a little more and let out a small, yet audible, whine of pleasure.
“Oh, I can see your point. I should have seen that really, but this suit…surely it is impractical”
“When slaying yes, but she does not slay in it. Here, let me show its specifications. Roll over Fifi……I said roll over!”, Mrs Post said with an increasing sternness as Faith flopped on her side and rolled onto her back as her training taught her to. A loud squeak sounding out as her latex doggie outfit met the glossy shine of the linoleum of the library floor.
“See here, there is a small opening in the crotch with a reinforced lining which she can use to go to the bathroom, while she was subdued I took a razor and made sure her downstairs area was left smooth and spotless so any stray hairs won’t get caught and tug on the latex, it took a while but as you can see it was worth it”
“Mrs Post, I-I really must protest, this is not the way to train a slayer and…”
“Oh stuff and nonsense, just let me finish with you?”, snipped Mrs Post as she gave her doggy a quick tickle on the tummy making Faith squirm with an unintended delight, “Also, there are two further small holes so her nipples can show through”
“And that is for?”, said Giles as he saw the rigid peaks of Faith’s breasts stand firm through the bodysuit.
“Nothing really, but the shame she would feel being so exposed would make her much more pliable and willing to obey in her studies and combat training, from there I would be able to be mould her into a strong and independent woman, as well as the best slayer there is. She has shown remarkable improvement with her speed and technique in this last week or so, within a month or two I’m confident that the puppysuit will no longer be needed but it will still be in her wardrobe as a deterrent in case she should ever slip back into her lazy, foul mouthed, reckless ways of her past”
“I still find it hard to believe that Faith, of all people, would ask for this. I mean, it must be hard to get her into the thing for a start”
“The first time she succumbed Faith did struggle a bit as I squeezed it over her neck and over her arms but a quick spanking soon calmed her down so I could get her bottom in properly. See how it has no seams to undo, it only took a little spell for the zip all along her back to turn into smooth seal of latex sealing her inside with no escape unless I say so, I’ve written all this down for you”
“Yes, I see. Very clever to fuse the suit with the original spell, but….”, said Giles but was cut off by Mrs Post getting increasingly excited about the details of the latex sarcophagus Faith was trapped in.
“The hood was another matter entirely as it has no zip and has to be pulled on as one, but once I tied her hair up it soon slipped on, see there are only holes for her eyes, nose and mouth, oh and the hole where I could slip her hair through as I wanted my Fifi to look her prettiest too”, said Mrs Post with a small guttural laugh as she fiddled with the white satin bow on Faith’s crown, ”See the muzzle? Well it has a rubber lip of sorts inside which slips past her O-ring gag and over her teeth so all she can do is drool and bark, eating and drinking is a problem but she has to earn those treats by behaving her doggie best”
“And the tail?”
“Oh, she didn’t like her tail at all at first”, said Mrs Post as she lifted the firm six inches of reinforced latex which stood up at a strange angle giving all an unfettered showing of Faith’s plastic framed pussy. “It took a lot more Vaseline than I thought but once the five inch rubber shaft was deep in her alley I could twist it into place against the screw thread of the anal hole of the suit. It won’t come out believe me, even though when she tried to expel it she strained so much she burst a blood vessel in her eye and turned it all black, it still wouldn’t shift”
“So that’s why she had that funny eye last week, she told me she fighting vampires and got a little carried away”
“Haha, I think not. Anyway, after a while on that first day she was so humiliated in her new doggie suit that she broke down and cried an awful lot. I removed her gag and she spilt out all her fears and tales of childhood trauma, it was cathartic for her and almost like a rebirth, freeing herself from the anger and rage which have shackled her for so long. I could see it was good for her to finally let out all the pain that was staining her soul. Surely you have noticed a change in her of late?”
“Well actually, I..er…”
“See, that is why the Council sent me to take care of her as you were too pre-occupied with the other slayer. Tell me Mr Giles, how many times did you go and see Faith at that filthy motel? How many times did you talk to her over genuine concern for her well-being? Or let me guess, unless it concerned slaying you didn’t speak to her or even have anything to do with her? I’m right, am I not?”
“Well…I….I…”
“Well what?”
“You may be right about some elements”
“Some?”
“Alright, I am sorry. Faith, I am sorry I was such a poor watcher to you, but what can I do now? You seem to have everything well in hand, Mrs Post”
“Do you wish to make amends for your failure not only as a Watcher, but as a decent human being?”, she asked almost accusingly but Giles fell silent with a face awash with shame for he had never admitted his shortcomings before. “Well do you?”
“Yes, yes, of course I do. But how can I make it up to her now?”, asked Giles slightly backtracking as the authority of this woman reared up before him making him feel a touch weak at the knees.
“I know what would make her happy”
“A sword? A….er….a new pair of boots? Maybe a new stake?”, he rattled off thoughtlessly.
“You really know nothing about her do you?”, asked Mrs Post as she softly petted Faith making her dry fingers squeak on the latex.
“I..er…I’m sorry to say but you are right. But if you know Faith so well, what can I do to make it up to her? Tell me and I’ll do it”
“Having another puppy girl she could play with, not a real dog as that is just sick, I mean someone else she can play with in my garden, someone she can share this with, someone else….possibly with slayer strength”
“Y-you mean Buffy? No, I would never do something like this to her”
“Do you not think she needs some discipline, to learn some humility?”
“I didn’t say that. But Buffy is a good…well, a fine slayer at least and this eccentricity is unnecessary for her”
“Oh really? How many times has she not shown for training as she has sneaked off to the mall, or wherever it is the youth of today like to congregate? And how many times has she not helped with research citing slayer related activities when in reality she was canoodling with that vampire?”
“How do you know about that?”
“It’s one of the Council’s best jokes, many times we sat in the chambers and laughed at the notion of a vampire and a slayer being romantically involved, you should have put an end to that”
“But it was not my place to, it made Buffy happy and…”
“And how did that all turn out? Not so well I hear”
“Well no”, said Giles as he felt the cleaving of his heart was still fresh after his mind’s eyes flickered with the image of Jenny’s corpse lying in his arms.
“I’m not saying it was her fault, but it could’ve been avoided. And how often has Buffy mocked your advice and treated you with disrespect”
“I-I’m sure she does it light heartedly”
“It matters not Mr Giles. I have read her file, she was a girl who grew up with privilege, a rich spoilt brat if I’m not mistaken and now she has been given the gift of being a slayer she treats it as a joke. A toy to be played with for she sees it as nothing more than an irritance, she has no focus, no dedication. You really should think of taking her in hand”
“You mean…o-over my knee? No, she is far too strong”
“So you have thought about disciplining her”
“W-w-well….the thing is…I…this is no part of slayer training”
“I think it should be. Since we started this new regimen Faith has been very motivated as I told her that going on patrol and slaying is not a right, it is a privilege and needs to be earned. Besides, I have told her in no uncertain terms unless she wants to end up as Fifi permanently she has to learn some manners, and smarten herself up. No more of that horrid leather but a lovely selection of dresses I have chosen, it will help bring out her feminine side which she seems to be fighting so hard to deny. It’s all part of helping her be the woman that circumstance had torn from her, to give her a chance”
“Er, why dresses?”
“Because I want her looking her best when she starts school next week. I have been tutoring her and now the threat of being Fifi all the time has been aired, well she is more than happy to return to the classroom and try her best as she knows what the punishment is for failure. I do not expect her to be a straight A student or get on the Honor Roll but as long as she tries as hard with homework as she does with slaying, then she will be able to flourish as a respectable member of society.”, smiled Mrs Post as she pulled out one of the oft broken wooden chairs of the library and sat down keeping her back rigidly straight.
“I see, the ends justify the means, and all that?”, replied Giles as his shock had mutated into an almost giddy feeling rampaging through him at seeing how housebroken a slayer could be with the right motivation and magicks.
“Absolutely. Now come along Fifi, let Mr Giles have a feel of what it’s like to bring a slayer to heel”, said Mrs Post lightly, almost condescendingly, as Faith backed away from his gleaming shoes but was stopped by the tight pull of her leash.
“Come along Fifi….I said come”, snapped Mrs Post as she leant down and tapped Faith on the rubber muzzle, but the brunette slayer still pulled back on her shining leash. “Oh dear, Mr Giles I’m afraid she still needs some training as you can see. Hold this will you”
Before a muffled protest could spill from Faith’s stretched lips she felt herself being hauled from her stumps until her taut latex covered stomach was lying over her Watchers lap with Giles holding her chain leash in front of her. He stared on dumbfounded but the slight twinkling in his eyes and the sharpening of his breath gave away the true nature of his reticence.
With no purchase, Faith’s buckled up limbs flailed helplessly in the air as her tail was positioned straight up to allow unrestricted access to her smooth buttocks.
“Naughty little Fifi, how many more times…”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“….do I have to spank you….”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“…until you learn to behave properly….”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“…lucky I don’t have my wooden spatula with me as…”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“…that is just the ticket for administering punishment. Now what do you say, Fifi?”
Faith’s body wracked with sobs as the fierce pain tore across her ass as the firm stinging swats rained down, peppering her skin with solid strikes across the upper thigh, along the subtle folds of where her legs met her butt, and over the soft fleshy globes of her cheeks. Her latex covered limbs wriggled but with Mrs Post’s arms wrapped around Faith’s middle she knew she was trapped and, just like every morning when Fifi came out to play, she knew that her Watcher was a woman whose open palm never seemed to sore or tire.
“Come on girl, now will you be a good doggie for me?”, singsonged Mrs Post as she fired down another half dozen spanks which filled the air of the library with a ringing of pain and humiliation.
“W-wooooooffff”, Faith whined through her tightly buckled muzzle as, now she was without slayer strength, she felt every smack warm her bottom with a precise and uncompromising rhythm until her skin felt as if scorched by hot coals. Her head nodded rapidly in agreement making her chain leash held by Giles rattle melodically as she felt her ass couldn’t bear another spanking.
“That’s better”, replied Mrs Post as she once more set Faith down on the floor upon wobbly, uneven stumps.
“Oh dear Fifi, I was expecting better behaviour that that, tut-tut, well I was going to let you out this evening but I think you’ve just earned another whole day as my puppy ”
“Orreeeggghhh”, said Faith in horror as her eyes raised up to Mrs Post.
“Shh girl, or would you like to make it two days…three even? How about a week? Or maybe you would like to be left here so all your friends can meet Fifi? Hmmmm?”
Faith’s ultra tight hood rang out with a sharp squeak as she desperately shook her head ‘no’.
“You mean…”, added Giles as he slyly readjusted the tenting in his corduroy trousers.
“Yes, the name tag on her collar is actually a glamour. The general populace will only see a black Labrador running about but I fine tuned the spell so that only people who know Faith will see her in all her humbled glory. You, the other slayer, and that tribe of miscreants who claim to be her friends”.
“It seems you have thought of everything, Mrs Post”
“Indeed I have Mr Giles”, smiled Mrs Post victoriously as she sat back down and raise Faith’s simpering head until their gazes clashed, “So Fifi, now Mr Giles knows all about you I suggest you act like a very good girl both in school and at home, for being naughty carries an appropriate punishment, but if you are a very naughty girl, hmmm, now what would be delicious? Ha, maybe I will let this Willow girl you like dogsit you for a while, maybe take you for a nice walk in the park?”
Faith’s eyes snapped open and a drooling whine slithered from her slobbering tongue, leaving a small pool of dribble on the linoleum floor, she whined in fear through her open mouth and tried to silently beg with her doe eyes until she could see the strict woman raise an amused eyebrow.
“Oh that’s right, she doesn’t know you like her. Silly me, see what happens when you break down those damnable barriers around your heart. But I think you should ask this Willow round for dinner then I could get to know her as well, in fact, I insist on it. Ask her tomorrow after I let you out of your suit. What?”, Mrs Post asked looking down at Faith’s meek stare, “Don’t look at me like that, if I don’t make you ask her then the opportunity will slip you by and there’s nothing worse than looking back upon your life and seeing all the loves that could have been, take it from someone who knows. Tell you what, I’ll do roast chicken, yes I know that’s your favourite, that’s why I thought of it. Then maybe one day, in time, this Willow girl would like to meet Fifi, you never know”
Faith’s eyes nearly popped from her head upon these words, for though she was being shamed to a degree even the most malevolent of wish demons could not envision, and treated as a naughty pet, she hated that fact that the mere notion of Willow finding out about her part time doggified existence made her lady slit moisten. The idea that the beautiful redhead could love her and maybe discipline her if needed made her feminine broth curdle and sizzle within her shaven flaps.
“Oh, is that the time. We really must go, well Mr Giles, I bid you good day”, said Mrs Post checking her antique timepiece left to her in her grandfathers will.
“Yes, yes, of course. Goodbye Mrs Post….and goodbye Fifi”, Giles said as he couldn’t resist bending down and patting the latex covered head of Faith who cringed under his tender touch.
“Say goodbye Fifi”, ordered Mrs Post as she tugged slightly on Faith’s leash.
“W-woof, woof”, came the shaky reply but the two Watchers smiled widely at each other.
“So think about it Mr Giles, Buffy could easily slip back into her old ways. Remember how she fled the Hellmouth last summer and left the townspeople to fend for themselves? A little discipline would have prevented all that, as you can see with Faith, all it takes is a trigger word and she is begging for a little correction”
“And that word would be?”, he asked leadingly.
“I cannot tell you, it is just for Faith and I to know as there is no way on earth I will allow her to be hurt or abused in any way by letting it slip. Now come along Fifi, I have a special treat for you….we’re off to see Mrs Summers….oh, she can’t wait to meet you”, said the English woman with glee as she barely contained the laughter from brewing in her chest. She now knew of Joyce’s hidden desires and would gladly help her unleash her quirky needs, but mainly, Mrs Post wished to taste those soft lips of Joyce once more.
She had worn her red satin underwear especially as she now wanted to go a little further with the attractive gallery owner, but in her heart she wanted more than meaningless sex. She often daydreamed about the simple things she could have with Joyce, shopping for groceries, painting the kitchen a more vibrant color, mowing the lawn in their bikinis, but before all this could happen Mrs Post had to summon to courage to actually ask Joyce out for dinner. And she hoped that an afternoon of playing with a puppygirl, one of Joyce’s myriad of unfulfilled desires, might make her more amenable to such notions.
Faith baulked as she always felt somewhat strange around Joyce, maybe it was the kindness that the woman lavished on her which made her feel guilty at not being good enough to deserve a loving mother figure, something which was rapidly changing with each passing day under the English woman’s firm administrations, or maybe it was jealousy that Buffy had such a fine woman to keep her in check, but as Mrs Post tugged on her leash Faith pulled back until the thick leather collar dug in her neck. Feeling braver, Giles leant down and gave her sore ass another firm spank making the slayer yelp and slowly crawl along after Mrs Post out of the swing doors and waddle along the silent hallway on her way to be introduced to Mrs Summers….as Fifi. Her head swimming, her ass aching, her heart pounding but worst of all, Faith’s pussy was clenching fiercely thinking about a certain nerd who, unbeknownst to all, was now leaning breathlessly against the stalls at the back of the library.
Willow had sneaked in while Giles was in his office for she wanted to do a little research into a spell that the Englishman though well beyond her capabilities. But as she hid behind the well-stocked section on Amphibians, she heard all the commotion and explanations play out before her as if she was but a voyeur to a twisted scene.
Her eyebrows had raised as she heard all about Fifi and as she saw the spanks raining down on the latex clad ass, Willow felt her breath snare in her bountiful chest and a dizzying pulse start down below which saturated her poly-cotton blend panties.
Willow was under the impression that she hid her attraction to Faith well, by cowering behind a mask of low key, yet open, hostility the shy redhead thought she could dissuade any notions of getting closer to Faith and kissing those full succulent lips, for denial is a Mistress that no-one wants to obey. She spent a few minutes calming herself and fighting to regain control of her senses but when the library doors swung open once more Willow stayed silent spying on the other slayer who seemed unusually perky.
“Heya Giles, what’s up?”, quipped Buffy as she bounded into the library sucking on cherry lollipop.
“Oh…yes..quite….yes”, he said back trying to shake the images of Faith from his mind.
“Great vocab there Giles, so what’s the what? Anything spooky-mooky going on?”
“Oh yes, there is the night of….wait a minute, you’re half an hour late for training. I said to be here promptly as I wanted to practice with the crossbow today…”
“Just chill out, I’m here now aren’t I?, she snorted back defiantly for she had already skipped chemistry and was uninterested in the tiresome words of her Watcher.
“Buffy, would it kill you to treat me with a modicum of respect?”, Giles sighed as the class bell rang out throughout the building.
“Whatever. Oh shoot, sorry Giles I just remembered…I have to go meet Willow…we have this…. mystic thing to work on, all very creepy and grrrr….I’ll fill you in later”, said Buffy flippantly as she span on her heels and darted into the bustle of the hallways and snaked away.
‘Huh? Oh, Buffy you are such a liar. You are so not doing anything with me…again. Where are you going? I know you have secrets from me but I really need to talk to you about something. Ooh, look at Giles, he’s doing that clucking thing with his tongue and pinching the bridge of his nose, uh-oh. But I must admit I am a little pissed at Buffy using me as an excuse again so next times Giles sees me I have to come with some feeble answer when he questions me and all that. Oh crap, I even babble in my head, don’t I?’, thought Willow as she peeked through the spaces where books, surprisingly, had actually been taken out. But something within Willow stopped her from calling out, a small stirring in her honeypot which made her stay silent and watch as Giles, after much deliberation, unfolded the piece of paper Mrs Post gave him and picked up the telephone.
“Hello, the Magic Box. How may I help you?”
“Good morning, it’s Rupert Giles here”
“Hello Mr Giles, long time no see. Now what can I do for you?”
“I have a list of ingredients here…….I need to do a spell

((To Be Continued??))
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