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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 26883 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Servitude of Sappho: the Remaking of Joyce Summers

After a seemingly interminable time wrestling with it, here’s the latest three-part installment of my word-comic/lesbian soap/kink-fest fantasy spoof of HAP/BtVS AU tale of Joyce’s new life as Faith’s housewife and Sex-slave. And yes – crazy as ever…

It’s been a struggle.

Please do remember – it’s very AU…

As always – I really love feedback – thanks to those who have told me what they think. Please feel free to comment – and if you want a reply to your thoughts – follow the link to the forum section…

Please be warned – this installment is *long*! And, by the way, some of it gets a bit complicated. Please bear with me…

Part 4: Family and Friends

Content, comfortable in her new life of Sapphic submission and domestic servitude and, deeply in love with her young girlfriend and Mistress, Joyce must now navigate difficult family matters while continuing to learn to appreciate the extremes to which she will be required to go for love.

Dramatis Personae

As usual given the wide latitude that I have allowed myself with this (self-indulgent, *much*) I have used several non-cannon and original characters who would been older or younger than portrayed.

Joyce Summers: Kristine Sutherland
Faith Lehane: Eliza Dushku
Buffy Summers: Sarah Michelle Geller
Dawn Summers: Michelle Trachtenberg
Janice Penshaw: Amber Tamblyn
Willow Rosenberg: Alyson Hannigan
Tara Maclay: Amber Benson
Kennedy Sandoval: Iyari Limon
Jenny Calendar: Robia LaMorte
Torrance Shipman: Kirsten Dunst
Dayna Penshaw (Joyce’s friend and Janice’s mother): Peri Gilpin
Carrie Heffernan: Leah Remini
Patricia Heaton: Debra Barone
Piper Halliwell: Holly Marie Combs
Recurring Couple: Jennifer Beals, Danica McKellar

Neela Rasgotra: Parminder Nagra
Abby Lockhart: Maura Tierney
Gabriel Solis (a waitress): Eva Longoria
Susan Meyer (a waitress): Teri Hatcher
Maggie (a bar-keep): Jorja Fox
Sam Carter: Amanda Tapping
Janet Fraiser: Teryl Rothery
Cordelia Chase (a waitress and sales assistant): Charisma Carpenter
Anya Jenkins (a waitress, Cordelia’s girlfriend): Emma Caulfield
Harmony Kendall (a waitress): Mercedes McNab
Kendra Young (a bar owner, friend of Faith’s): Bianca Lawson
Reggie Cates (Kendra’s friend and business partner): Gabrielle Union
Claire Bennett - Hayden Panettierre:
Coach Gray – Jeanne Tripplehorn
Penny – Kaley Cuoco
Julie – Andrea Bowen
Dylan - Lyndsy Fonseca
Shannon – Mary Wilcher
Sandy – Megan Gray

Dru’ Pratt – Juliet Landau
Sabrina Spellman – Melissa Joan Hart
Her lover – Lisa Vidal
Un-named Stripper – Jessica Alba
Charlotte York (a stripper): Kristin Davis
Danielle (a personal trainer): Rachel Luttrell

Chapter 1: And into the light

It would have been an understatement to say that it came as something of a surprise when Faith found an irate Buffy in the kitchen that Sunday morning.

Unusually, she had been first up. In the weeks since she had moved in, taking over Joyce’s life, they had settled into a pattern with Joyce dutifully rising first to prepare Faith’s breakfast, like a good housewife might while her lover showered and selected the older woman’s clothes for the day. It was an arrangement that they had settled into easily and it served to underline, for both, their respective roles within the relationship.

However, on that Sunday morning Faith had left her lady love curled up in bed, sleeping, still exhausted from the intensity of the previous night’s passions.

Their lovemaking in the aftermath of their return home from Joyce’s debut at the Butterfly Cage had perhaps been gentler than was their wont. But it had certainly been neither less passionate nor less prolonged. Their shared ecstasy had been wild and noisy with both crying out loudly and often; coming repeatedly, as they shared each other’s pleasure.

When she had woken, Faith had watched the older woman as she slept beside her for a while.

The golden-haired slut was curled against her, her cheek resting on Faith’s shoulder. Her face had been relaxed in sleep, completely content and so after a while, unable to bear waking her, Faith slipped softly from beside her; stealing away intending to fetch juice, toast and coffee before she woke.

She had not been prepared for Buffy.

“What the *fuck* are you up to Faith?” the blonde spat at her as she stepped into the kitchen.

Faith’s eyes widened in sudden shock, the song in her heart harshly silenced by her one-time girlfriend’s vehemence.

“B’…hey…” she said, suddenly nervous. “What are you doing here?”

“What am *I* doing here? You mean in my mom’s kitchen?” she said acidly. “Like that’s what’s weird here! What the fuck are *you* doing here? Like – that…half dressed…” She gestured wildly at her friend’s long tee-shirt, bare legs and feet and Faith was suddenly relieved that she’d ceased padding around the house naked after a recent, unfortunate encounter with Janice. “And what the *fuck* are you doing with my mom?” Buffy hissed.

Faith’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m not sure that’s got a lot to do with you B’,” she said evenly.

“No…you don’t think so? You don’t think I have something to say about you…you… *fucking* my mom? I mean…I could *hear* you both…I mean...eeeew…gross…but what are you some kind of weirdo?”

Faith raised an eyebrow.

“Weirdo?”

“Yes – weirdo! Some sort of pervert! What? Do you like messing with people’s feelings…screwing with older women’s lives or something?”

“How am I messing with anyone’s feelings B?” Faith asked sounding defensive. “And so what? You think I’m what? I’m in it for your mom’s fortune or something? You’re crazy! Like she’s 42! She’s not on her deathbed! What am I gonna do B’ – wait 40 years for her to croak to steal your inheritance? And so – yeah – I like older women…and I think your mom’s the most beautiful woman I ever met…but I’m not screwing with Joyce’s life…you think she can’t chose who she wants to be with on her own?”

Buffy looked flustered.

Studiously ignoring her friend, the dark-haired girl turned away to busy herself assembling breakfast while Buffy glowered at her.

“A-a-and what about Dawnie? What if she finds out?” Buffy continued with all the conviction of the self-righteous, oblivious to Faith’s attempt to sidestep further confrontation.

“Oh, I don’t think Dawnie minds any,” Faith said quietly. “I mean you heard us…you musta heard her and Janice as well…”

Buffy’s eyes widened.

“Heard…oh my god – that’s what that was? I j-just thought it was you two!”

“Well…yeah…I guess it might have been…but I’m damn sure your sister and her girlfriend were at it as well…”

Buffy was rendered briefly speechless before she tried again.

“Yes…well what Dawnie and Janice get up to is *their* business!”

Faith looked around sharply.

“Their business? And for me and your mom it’s different?”

“Well they are the same *age* for at least! And besides – they seem to know to keep it in the bedroom! I *saw* you last night…you and mom – when you got in…sh-she…my mom…was…naked…like some slut…”

Faith made a face, wincing. “Aw shit…” she breathed, rubbing her temples. “You…you weren’t meant to see that…but…still…what is it to you?” she asked, her voice strained. “So your mom was naked…so she’s a slut…*my* slut…it’s up to her…and me…what we get up to together!”

“Ewww…you are – you’re a pervert…like I said – I *heard* what you were getting up to…I heard you *spanking* her! I-i-it’s *wrong*! It’s gross!” Buffy repeated herself.

Faith glowered.

“Look B – I ain’t doing this with you…Joyce and me – we don’t need your permission and I ain’t interested in what freaks you out! I love your mom and she loves me; and that’s all there is!”

That seemed to snap Buffy back. She looked suddenly upset, dejected as if reminded of something and Faith was suddenly struck for the first time how much her friend resembled Joyce. There was a sense of yearning, of needing something in her eyes that made her look almost like a younger version of her lover.

Frowning at the sudden realisation she picked up the assembled breakfast and headed out the door towards the stairs leaving Buffy with a look of confusion on her face.

In their bedroom, she found that Joyce was still sleeping. Troubled by the thought of what her encounter with Buffy might mean for her lover and she set down the tray to slip back into bed beside the golden haired older woman stroking her hair, kissing her.

Joyce stirred.

“Morning sleepy…” Faith said softly.

“Faith,” Joyce mumbled with a sleep-laden sigh. “Where’ve you been?”

Faith smiled at her thinking how beautiful she looked, tousled and half asleep, dishevelled after the night before.

“Went to fetch breakfast Sweetness…it’s not much…not like you woulda done but – you looked so cute…didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Oh, but you shouldn’t have darling,” Joyce said, sitting up. “That’s your little housewife’s job…fetch you breakfast in bed…then lick your pussy…like a good little lezzie slut…”

The covers slid down, leaving her breasts bare. She arched to stretch, yawning and they lifted as if begging to be kissed, handled, sucked before sinking again; jiggling, swaying as they did so. Faith felt her heart tripping. Joyce’s nipples seemed to stiffen under her gaze.

“Oh, look darling…my nipples are getting hard…so you know my pussy must be getting wet…” Joyce purred. She twitched back the rest of the covers, fully awake now, lifting her knees so her feet rested flat on the bed to let her legs fall open. “Look…so wet…why don’t you strap-on and bone this old slut again and then I’ll go make you a proper breakfast?”

Despite her encounter with Buffy, Faith almost growled.

“Mmmm…you know I’d love to Sweetness…but I think we have a problem…”

Joyce looked up puzzled.

“A-a problem?” she looked suddenly concerned.

“Sorry Sweetness – don’t mean to scare you – but…” she paused. “I just had a conversation…an uncomfortable conversation with Buffy.”

“Buffy? What’s she doing here? Why isn’t she in her dorm? Is she ok.” Joyce asked maternal concern for her older daughter suddenly surging.

Faith paused, frowning. She hadn’t thought of it like that.

“I-I dunno,” she answered. “But that’s not the problem…Joyce – she knows…”

“Knows?” Joyce looked puzzled, and hardly reassured.

“About *us* Sweetness…she was here last night…when we got back…she *saw* us…she heard us…”

It took a moment for the implications of her lover’s words to dawn on Joyce.

“Oh! Oh no!” she said blanching. “Ohh…b-but I-I was…naked…a-and...and you…oh shit!” The profanity sounded alien from her mouth. “You…spanked me…on the stairs!”

“Yeah…and after that…well we were pretty noisy…apparently…” Faith said consolingly. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t want to put either of you in this position…but…” she paused.

“But what? Darling.”

“Well…she’s pretty pissed!”

“Pissed?”

“Yeah…she was not happy…pretty much called me a pervert…which I don’t so much mind…since y’know…it’s kinda what I am…but…” she shrugged. “But she didn’t mean it in a good way – and I don’t think she’s gonna be happy with you either…”

“She called you a pervert?”

“Well…yeah…” Faith shrugged.

Joyce’s face hardened, her lips thinning as she pressed them together and her brows furrowed into a frown.

“How dare she!”

“Hey! Babe! It’s ok – it’s come as a shock to her. I mean seeing your mom come in the front door bare assed naked except for her stockings like some slut and then putting out like a subby whore for her ex-girlfriend can’t be easy.”

“Yes – but…it’s just so hypocritical…and it’s none of her business anyway! And besides – what is she even *doing* here?”

Faith shrugged. “I dunno babe – we never got to that…you think you should go talk to her?”

Joyce paused, looking intently at her lover. Then she shook her head, coming to a decision.

“No…at least not yet…she can wait…she’s a grown woman now…she can just live with it for a bit…it will do her good! Besides,” she smiled a little slyly at her lover. “I want my breakfast in bed with you…” she said waggling her brows. “Then, after you’ve drilled me you could sit on my face and queen me…before you pick me out some lingerie to wear of course…that should give her long enough!”

“But…”

“No Faith…ohh…I-I’m sorry darling…Miss…y-you know I’d *never* usually say no to anything you say Miss…but Buffy is *not* going to interfere with our life…you are the best thing that’s *ever* happened to me…I love you…I really do…I meant everything I said last night…”

“…and I meant it too…” Faith responded her eyes smiling.

“Well – so Buffy will just have to get used to it…and she can start today…”

“Ok,” Faith grinned at her beloved; at her intensity. “Let’s have breakfast…”

“And then, darling, will you please put this whore on her back and spread her wide open and bang her so hard Buffy can really hear her scream?”

“Ohhhh…ohh fuhhhck Joyce…right there slut…oh fuhhhck yehhhhssss…that’s it! Oh fuck-oh fuhhhhhhck…yes…yes…yeahhhhhhhhhssssss-ahhhhhhhh!” Faith howled, her hips humping.

Kneeling astride Joyce’s head, her thighs clamped tightly around her face; her Sex was welded to the older woman’s mouth; smothering her submissive lover; dominating her. With a final cry the brunette came hard, her back arching as her Sex contracted and spasmed and she gushed a flood of her love juices into the gratefully receptive mouth.

“Mmm…mmmm…mmmmmphhh…ggggmmmmnnnnuhhhhmmmphhh…” Joyce responded, swallowing. She looked upwards with adoring, lust glazed eyes at her lover – the young woman who had come; to mean everything to her; to reign over her completely as her Mistress. Pinned she was quite unable to free her head. But she didn’t mind and as the spray of sharp, almost spicy nectar filled her mouth and throat she sucked and slurped it down swallowing her lover’s cum like an obedient whore.

Which is exactly what she knew that she was.

A little later Faith’s head lifted. “Fuhhhck…” she breathed heavily, her chest heaving. “Joyce…you are the *best* cunt-licker!”

Joyce smiled, looking pleased but embarrassed by the simple heartfelt praise as Faith release the clamping enclosure of her thighs to dismount from above her.

“Well I am what you made me darling!” She replied with a grin. “I love everything you make me do…everything you do to me…and I do *so* love licking your yummy cunt…you cum is just delish darling…I just love everything about you Faith…”

The younger woman slumped next to her smiling proudly.

“And I love you too…you’re perfect Joyce…the most perfect slutty little lezzie whore…”

“Thank you darling…I’m glad you think so.”

“Oh, I do Sweetness…I really do…”

They lay there for a few minutes before Joyce leaned over to press her, still seasoned lips to her lover’s shoulder.

“That was very nice…thank you for squirting your delicious cum in my mouth darling…” she said. “But I guess I better go and speak to Buffy.” She finished with a sigh.

“Yeah – I guess you should…” Faith said a little weekly, struck by the intensity of Joyce’s feelings. She had expected her to be horrified to know that Buffy had witnessed them *in flagrante* but her confidence amazed Faith, filling her heart with pride and love.

“Will you choose some lingerie for me please darling…something *really* slutty…so she knows I mean it when I tell her that I’m your trampy slut…”

“You sure Joyce? You could just go in something more…regular…” Faith tried one last time.

Joyce shook her head.

“No darling…besides…you know I don’t have any *regular* clothes left…after we replaced all my old clothes!” Her eyebrows fluttered and Faith looked like as if she’d just spotted a huge flaw in the plan.

“It’s ok darling,” Joyce reassured her suddenly doubtful Top. “I like that all my new clothes are more appropriate for a slutty, dykey old whore like me…I like being your trampy slut…and it’s about time Buffy knew about it.”

“Well if you’re sure baby?”

“Oh, I am! In fact, I *want* her to know what I am – a slutty, subby, pussy-hungry bottom…I want her to know I’ll do *anything* you say…no matter what it is…” she looked brightly at her lover. “But first,” Joyce said. “Will you choose me something really slutty to wear please darling…make sure all my goodies are on show…and I’ll go and talk to Buffy.”

Faith held up a hand in surrender – loving how committed Joyce had become to proving how much she belonged to her.

“Ok Sweetness…just cool your jets a minute…”

“Sorry darling,” Joyce responded, bowing her head.

Faith swung herself out of bed to pad across the room to Joyce’s lingerie draws. She now had three to accommodate the growing collection but since all her other clothes had got smaller the space seemed to balance out. Opening a couple of draws she held up a number of items, assessing them carefully, ‘hmmm’ing before setting them aside.

Joyce watched her lover lovingly as she did so.

“Hmmm,” Faith said one last time at last. “This one I think.”

She held up a scarlet red corset in silk and lace. It had ribbon ties to tighten it and integral garters. Faith also held up a matching red thong with lace trim to accompany it. A pair of black stockings completed the ensemble.

“Oh…oh my…” Joyce whispered.

“Not too much?” Faith asked.

“Oh no!” Joyce shook her head. It had been *very* expensive on their latest trip to Victoria’s Secret and it managed to combine classy with extravagantly slutty. When Joyce had first put it on in the shop she had described the overall effect as ‘expensive tart for rent’.

“No! It’s *perfect* darling!” she purred.

“If you’re sure Sweetness…” Faith said, concern still shaping her face.

“I’m sure,” Joyce answered and she clambered out of the bed to take the corset from her lover. “I’ll look exactly right…and I know how much you love the way it shows off my ass and my tits – so it’s fine by me. Now – I don’t think I’ll shower just yet…so I smell of Sex…*your* Sex…if that’s ok darling. That should help make the point to Buffy…”

Faith shrugged with a lopsided grin. “Fine by me.”

“Thank you darling…” Joyce slipped into the corset before lifting her hair so Faith could fasten her into it. “Will you fasten me up please?”

Although the laces were largely for effect they still made her catch her breath as her lover tightened them. They certainly pulled her tummy flat and squeezed her waist, emphasising her hips and the shape of her callipygous bottom. Her breasts were pushed up so they formed two generous pillows of flesh with the dusky pink of her areola left showing.

And then, with Faith watching, hunger warring with concern in her eyes, Joyce made something of a show of sliding her legs into the stockings and adjusting her garters before she stepped into the panties.

“What do you think darling?” she breathed, arching her back and coquettishly looking over her shoulder, towards her lover.

“B’s gonna get a helluvan eyeful of the girls…” Faith grinned staring appreciatively at the older woman’s straining breasts.

“And not just the girls,” she added with a grin wiggling her bottom.

“You want me to come with you honey?” She asked.

Joyce looked up from finishing straightening one of her stockings. She smiled.

“Would you mind darling – I don’t want to make this hard for you – Buffy is your ex...”

“Yeah – but like you say she’s going to have to get used to me…”

“Well – then that would be nice darling…you can come with me and we can show her that you’re my Mistress.”

“Well…that wasn’t *exactly* what I meant Joyce!”

“I know but I think she should know what we mean to each other – I mean Dawnie does…so you should be…in control…you should put your hand on my neck and march me downstairs…and make sure it’s obvious that I belong to you…you should spank my bottom…and then order me to tell her about us…”

“Hmmm…well…if you say so Sweetness…if that’s how you want to play this.”

“I do…I don’t mean to tell you what to do darling…I wouldn’t dare…but it’s important that Buffy sees how things really are between us! She needs to know that I belong to you. Besides it would be kind of hot to be honest…wouldn’t you like that darling? *Making* me come out to my daughter about what a lezzie slut you’ve turned me into?”

Faith coughed.

“Well…yeah…I suppose it would…I *would*…but only if you’re sure…”

Joyce leaned over to kiss her lover’s cheek. “You know I am Faith, darling…it’s exactly what Buffy needs to show her that we’re serious and…well…you always know what *I* need!”

Faith shrugged.

“Oh I know what *you* need Sweetness…” she said, waggling her eyebrows and she moved closer to swat her bottom. “Now let’s get that slutty ass of your downstairs!”

Turning Joyce towards the door she slapped her backside again twice, hard, making her gasp softly.

Once out the door, on the landing, she spanked her again.

“Now get your *slutty* ass downstairs Joyce Summers! And tell B what’s going on!” She barked, her voice suddenly harsh, louder than it needed to be to make sure that the whole house could hear her. She grinned. It wasn’t hard to slip into the act. But then it was barely an act at all!

“Ohhhh…owwch…oh y-yes ma’am…owch! Alright! I’m going! Ohhh!” Joyce found her role was all too real as well. “Ohh…oh you’re not acting are you…ohhh…” she managed to whisper. “Ohhh…owww…ouuuch!” She gasped as Faith, stifling a laugh, spanked her again.

“Spanking you is *never* an act Joyce Summers!” she husked.

“Ohhhhh…ow…ow…ow!” the mature blonde woman gasped, her bottom flattening and jiggling as the younger woman’s hand smacked into her flesh again.

Buffy watched as Faith walked away from her.

She wanted to scream after her friend but somehow it seemed futile. She’d known Faith a long time and though she cared for her plenty; though she was still more than a little attracted to her, she knew that the other girl was stubborn, unyielding. There was little to be gained from continuing to argue with her.

No – she’d just wait for her mom – and confront *her*.

At least, she reflected miserably, her anger had helped her put thoughts of Jenny and Gwen, and Willow and Tara and Kennedy out of her mind for a while.

Crossing to the living room she slumped into an arm-chair and fumed.

She was still fuming a few minutes later – how long it was exactly she was unsure – when her sister and Janice appeared. The two teens were barely any more dressed than Faith had been, though at least the shortness of their tee-shirts made it clear that they were wearing panties. Buffy had been disturbingly certain that Faith had not.

“Oh…Buffy hi!” Dawn said, her laughter at some joke of Janice’s interrupted. “What are *you* doing here?” She asked.

“What does everyone say that?” Buffy snapped in return. “This is my home – why shouldn’t I be here?”

“Hey – no need to be so snippy – I only asked…because…well you *don’t* live here now…you live at UC-S don’t you – in your dorm-room? You know – you and Will…”

“What is it to you?” Buffy railed at the sound of Willow’s name.

Dawnie held up her hands. “There’s no need to be such a bitch Buffy,” she frowned at her big sister.

Buffy winced. “I’m *not*!” she snapped again.

Dawn and Janice gave each other a confused look.

“What’s the matter Buff?” Dawnie said, shaking her head at her sister, suddenly concerned for her. For all Buffy’s occasional bitchiness and general big-sister lameness she wasn’t normally so irrationally touchy.

“I just don’t understand…” she said with a half sob. “Mom…and Faith…what the fuck is going on?”

“Ah…” Dawn’s exclamation came with a sharp intake of breath. “So you know about that?” She said pulling a face.

“Yes – I *know* about it…how could you not tell me Dawn?”

“Tell you Buffy?” Dawn frowned. “It’s not up to me to tell you who mom sleeps with. And anyway – what’s to tell Buffy? Mom’s happy with Faith. She’s happier than she’s been for years and…ok – it’s a bit weird what her being like Faith’s slutty housewife and everything but…”

“Her *what*?” Buffy demanded, interrupting.

“H-her housewife…” Dawn answered looking worried now. “Sh-she’s like Faith’s…well her slave I guess…she looks after her…it’s all a bit like one of those 50’s soap operas…only with lesbians…and spanking…I mean not that there wasn’t spanking in the 50’s…but not on TV…not like mom gets from Faith! And the Sex…she gets *so* much Sex…lucky thing…”

The young brunette stopped, realising that she was babbling – and probably making things worse.

With perfect serendipity, it was at that moment that Faith’s barked instruction sounded through the house, quickly followed by the sharp smacking sound of a volley of spanks and the Joyce’s gasping cries of hardly feigned distress.

“Oh…ohh F-Faith darling…owowowowowow…oh I-I I’m g-going darling…I am…owwwwww!” Joyce’s cry was loud and clear.

“Ohh…sounds like your mom is getting it again Dawnie.” Janice said in a strained tone, squeezing her girlfriend’s hand.

There were steps on the stairs…hurried…two pairs of feet and then at the bottom, in the hallway, more spanks and more cries and Faith’s voice.

“Get you slutty ass in there and explain to Buffy exactly whose *trampy little whore* you are Joyce Summers!”

“Owww…ohhh…owwwwch…y-yes darling…right awayyyyy…oooooooohhhh-owwwww!”

Faith’s hand was on her neck as Joyce came through the door ahead of her lover. Her other hand busied itself spanking her now blushing bottom.

Joyce’s breasts were putting the corset under severe strain as she panted for air.

“Mom?” Buffy gasped open-mouthed with shock.

Faith’s spanks were most certainly no act and nor were Joyce’s gasping cries.

“Owwwch! Owch! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Owwwwwuhhh!” The older woman cried before Faith’s hand stilled.

“Now then Joyce…are you going to tell Buffy all about us? That you’re my housewife? My *dirty*, *little*, *lezzie*, housewife *whore*? Or do I have to put you over my knee right *now*, in front of the girls, and give you a spanking you’ll never forget?”

Suddenly realising that it was quite possible that her lover might actually do just as she threatened, Joyce’s eyes widened and she blushed deeply. “N-n-no…p-please Faith…” she begged earnest. “N-not in…n-not in front of the girls…please – I-I’ll do as you say…”

“Mom…” Buffy tried again before turning on Faith. “Faith…what are you doing? Leave her alone!” she cried, sounding a little ridiculous even to herself.

“I-It’s ok Buffy,” Joyce panted, suddenly uncertain what to say. Her breasts heaved straining against the confining cups of the corset. “I-It’s not what you think…”

“Not what I think? You know we…me and Faith…we slept together don’t you? And now…y-you’re getting your ass spanked by her…what *should* I think?”

“W-well it i-it’s like Faith says,” Joyce stammered. “I-I…I’m *hers*…I belong to her…I’m *her* submissive…I’m her slutty little lezzie housewife! I’m her bottom…her trampy, subby, lezzie whore…and i-if *she* wants to spank me she can do…anytime she wants…whenever she thinks I need to be spanked…*where*ever she thinks I need it…and there’s nothing you or I can do about it! That’s right isn’t it Faith darling?”

Faith nodded as Joyce looked sideways at her, the older woman’s eyes asking for reassurance now. She gave her tiniest of smiles. “That’s right Sweetness…nothing at all!”

“B-but M-Mom…that’s…!”

“No…it’s ok Buffy,” Joyce repeated herself a little more confidently now. “Actually I-it’s just what *I* want as well…I like being her submissive…I like that she can spank me anytime she wants…I love that I don’t get a choice…I love being her slut…I like taking care of her…and I *love* all the naughty things she makes me do!”

“B-but she’s…” Buffy struggled for a reply and Joyce continued.

“She’s my lover Buffy…my mistress…and she makes me happy…happier than I’ve been for longer than I can remember…that’s all that matters Buffy…because I love Faith…even when she’s spanking me! In fact, I *adore* her when she’s spanking me…and she spanks me a *lot*!”

“Love her?” Buffy snapped. “How can you love her?”

“Why not Buffy? Why can’t we love each other” Joyce asked, her voice hard now.

Buffy paused, her brain working over-time at the maths. “Because she’s half your age mom! I-it’s wrong! And you…you’re note even *gay*!”

“Well, yes…about that…” Joyce answered with a blush. “I-It turns out that I *am* gay…now that Faith’s turned me…”

“*Turned* you? That’s…it’s…sick…you’re sick…both of you!”

“Buffy Summers – don’t you dare call my darling Faith sick!" Joyce said remembering her strongest ‘mom’ voice. “I can choose whoever I want to be with young lady and if I chose to be with Faith…as her dirty little lezzie homemaker…then that’s *my* business Buffy! Well *hers* – since she’s in charge of me…but either way – it’s not *yours*!”

“But mom!” Buffy protested but it came out bitchy and petulant. Taken aback by her mom’s intensity she struggled to rediscover her anger but it wouldn’t quite come.

“If it bothers you so much Buffy,” Joyce said reasonably. “You don’t have to see it…you can go back to your dorm room…”

Buffy looked distraught at the thought. “Ohh – b-but mom – I-I can’t…you’ve seen how small our room is…I can’t share with them…with Willow and Tara and Kennedy fucking *all* the time…”

“Buffy!” Joyce tried again, feeling a little foolish at her usual reflex reaction to her daughter’s cursing.

“Well they are,” Buffy said pitifully. “Since we split up…you know I c-caught her…there were two of them…at the Bronze…in the restroom…they were *both* fucking her! And now they’re at It…all the time…I can’t stay there…”

“Both?” Joyce asked sounding more interested than she ought to be, to know that Willow had more than one girlfriend. “She’s got *two* girlfriends? And…a-at the same time? Ohh…oh m-my!” Her voice almost wistful as she thought back to the night Faith had invited Kendra to share her. She squeezed her thighs together involuntarily at the thought and her core fluttered, aching.

Faith shook her head with a low whistle.

“Both of them?” Dawn asked. “Together? Y-you mean A *threesome*…” Dawn’s voice was wistful.

“At once? Double teaming her?” Janice said incredulously. “Woah…Willow you lucky girl!”

“Girls!” Joyce hissed.

“What mom? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t like to try *that*!”

Joyce blushed thinking of Kendra again. “No…well yes – ok…maybe – but…not helping Dawnie…”

“Sorry mom…sorry Buffy…I-I didn’t mean…I just…you know…super-hot…” Dawn said, finishing under her breath so only Janice could hear her.

Faith and Janice looked at each other with a sort of wide-eyed shrug.

But Buffy wasn’t listening any more. Her thoughts were a roiling churn of anger and misery.

“Buffy?” Joyce asked her own growing ire punctured by the sight of her daughter’s distress. “What is it dear?”

“But that‘s not all…you know about J-Jenny…I-I thought maybe sh-she might…” Distraught Buffy’s face crumpled and the little blonde broke down, tears coming and she slumped back into the settee, her head in her hands.

Despite her currently heated state of mind Joyce found her heart aching for her daughter. Remembering seeing Jenny Calendar with Gwen, the young blonde stripper who had preceded her on stage at The Butterfly Cage, her anger slipped away. “Oh Buffy,” she said wrapping her arms around her daughter holding the young blonde woman close as she sobbed.

“I-I thought maybe Jenny c-could g-give m-me…something…b-but she d-didn’t want to…she’s just a player…no-body wants me…not Willow…not J-Jenny...”

“Oh Buffy…I’m so sorry...” Joyce soothed.

Buffy sobbed, sniffing and she looked up frowning. “I know you think this is the same…like what I had with Will…but it’s not. What we had was…was…”

“Love?” her mother interrupted kindly.

“Yes!” Buffy snapped. “And beautiful…I was going to say beautiful…and I-I…I lost it…” she stared imploringly at her mother.

““B-but can’t you see honey…how I feel about Faith? How we feel about each other? We love each other….”

“But…” Buffy wheedled. “It can’t be…”

Joyce knew her daughter. She knew when it was time to talk and when to empathise. She didn’t say a word. Instead she held her tight until the sobbing stopped.

Eventually Buffy’s tears began to ease and she became suddenly aware of the intimate proximity of her mother’s scantily clad form; her near naked breasts pressing against her.

A little uncomfortable she tried to disengage herself from her mother’s embrace.

“Errghhh…mom…” she mumbled. In her confused emotional state, something about her mother’s near nakedness made her very uncomfortable. “Really don’t need your tits in my face Mom!” she tried to bluster unconvincingly. “Maybe Faith likes them hanging out but I don’t need to see them – or the rest of you…and I *do not* need to hear about your Sex-life…let alone *actually* hear it!”

“Buffy!” Joyce replied patiently. “I’m sorry – you’re always welcome to stay here – it’s your home – but you’re just going to have to accept things as they are. You have to understand I live with Faith now. I’m really sorry about you and Willow…and Jenny dear…I really am…and I only feel worse for you because of how happy Faith makes me feel. And I promise you…if I can do *anything* to make it better for you I will…but I’m not going to stop sleeping with the woman I love because your heart is broken. Our relationship is not up to you!”

The young blonde woman scowled.

“Buffy?”

“Oh-ok,” she said with little grace. “But can’t you keep it to yourselves?”

“Buffy Summers – this is our home! Mine and Faith’s – and if you want to stay here you’re just going to have to live with it!” Joyce said a little more acerbically than she intended. “Now, I think Faith is going to take me upstairs…and then, no doubt, she’s probably going to give me a thorough spanking…a *very* hard *bare bottom* spanking – to teach me my place – or it could be just because she wants to. And then I think she’s probably going to want to cane me as well before she makes love to me! She’s probably going make me scream very loud! And I am sorry sweetheart…if you want to stay…you are just going to have to live with it!”

Wordless, Buffy’s jaw dropped.

Dawn and Janice stared at each other and it even took Faith a few moments to grasp what had happened before she realised that was her cue.

Stepping forward to seize Joyce by the ear she said: “Good then…that’s sorted…now *up* tramp! Let’s get your slutty, whore’s ass upstairs again and get you bent over for a thrashing Joyce Summers!”

“Owww…” Joyce whimpered as she was yanked to her feet. “Ohhh…oh y-y-yes Faith…a-anything you s-say d-darling! Owwww! Oww! Ow! Owwwwch!” She cried as her lover spanked her again, the younger woman’s hand unmistakably hard.

‘Spanking you is *never* an act...’ Faith’s earlier words came back to Joyce and she groaned, her heart racing, as she realised she had just talked herself into a painfully severe ordeal.

Her core tightened and she felt her juices well and pool in her panties.

“Mom?” said Buffy but Joyce wasn’t watching her any more. Her mother’s eyes were blown, taking on a sort of glazed look as Faith, still holding her ear, propelled her towards the door.

“This – slutty – whore’s – bottom – of – yours – needs – dealing – with – Joyce Summers!” Faith punctuated every word with a spank. “And I’m going to spank it *so* hard tramp! I promise you’re going to be crying properly real soon!” the brunette rasped. “Upstairs Joyce …quickly!” She spanked her. “Now* woman! Come *on* slut!”

Her hand landed again making the older woman cry out, her golden curls bobbing as her bottom jiggled under the impact.

“Owwww…ohhh…yu-yes F-Faith…r-right away Faith…ohhh! Oow! Oww! Owwwww!”

***

Faith was grinning like a cat with the cream when she led her submissive lover out of the living room. Her pulse was pounding between her legs; her Sex hot with desire for the mature slut. She was filled with exhilaration at how a domestic crisis had been turned from near disaster to a spectacular display of commitment and servitude, submissive sensuality, from the older woman.

Releasing the slut’s ear, she spun her around to take her into her arms.

“That was…I don’t know what that was…but you were amazing Sweetness! That was…so hot…and hilarious…you should have seen Buffy’s face when you said that at the end!”

“What do you mean?” Joyce’s answering grin would have looked impish on a younger woman. As it was it just looked smug. “All I did was tell her what to expect if she’s moving back in here!”

“Well yeah…damnation Joyce?” Faith husked, pulling Joyce closer, kissing her hard. “But *I* loved having you say those things… it was so hot…so submissive…god I’m going to have to fuck you Sweetness!”

“Mmm…yes please…mmmnnn…” Joyce panted in reply, surrendering to her lover’s tongue, her body sagging, moulding itself to Faith’s. Unbidden she opened her legs to let Faith press her thigh against her core. In her emotional state the intimate proximity of her dominant lover threatened to overwhelm her.

“And to hear you admit to Buffy how you felt about me…that was amazing…and did you see how she reacted?”

“Uh-huh…” Joyce breathed, panting, squirming, grinding on her lover’s thigh. “Sh-she’s only jealous darling…”

“Like mother like daughter eh Sweetness?”

Joyce pulled a sort of face. “I-I g-guess so darling,” she said a little uneasily making her lover grin at her sudden discomfort. “You always said she was a bottom who needed a Top to discipline her!”

“Mm-hmm…” Faith nodded. “Yeah – I did – but right now I’d prefer to talk about disciplining *you*…about *your* fine whore’s ass and that spanking you mentioned…”

“Ohhh…oh m-my…” Joyce gasped as Faith fondled her bottom. It was still flushed from where her lover had warmed it earlier. “Y-yes…of course darling…”

“Good girl,” Faith said kissing her. “I’d hate to think you didn’t mean it…”

“Oh, no darling!” Joyce replied breathlessly. “I meant it all…every word…I might have said it for Buffy’s benefit but I *meant* it all for you! I belong to you darling and I don’t care who knows it! I want to be *out* and proud as your slut. I want everyone know that I’m your bottom…that you can make me do whatever you want…whatever it is…no matter where or when!”

Faith stared at her, her heart racing, pounding in her chest.

“Damn!” she gasped. “Fucking thunderbolts! I’ll just have to hold you to that you know Sweetness!” she said her eyes narrowing.

“Oh god…oh I-I h-hope so darling…” Joyce said and she fluttered her lashes. “Now are you going to keep me here on edge all morning or are you going to give me that thrashing?”

Faith couldn’t help her grin. “Joyce Summers – you are a very bad woman!”

Joyce smiled, pouting.

“I know darling! So, that means I should be punished?” she said archly. “Doesn’t it?”

Faith nodded.

“Mm-hmm…I think it must be time you got that caning you mentioned to Buffy…”

Joyce looked dazed but suddenly nervous, feeling that familiar dread of the cane’s cruel caress, but at the same time she also felt a familiar flutter inside.

“Ohh-mmm…i-if you say so you darling…”

“I do, Sweetness…so…why are you still here?” Faith asked casually and seeming to vibrate with excitement and mischief, she gave her older lover a questioning look. “Why aren’t you upstairs…panties down…ready?”

“Oh…oh s-sorry darling,” came Joyce’s breathless reply. Once again, she seemed to be transfixed by the brunette’s intensity. “I-I’m g-going darling. I-I’ll be upstairs…just like you said Faith…panties down right away…ready for m-my caning,” she said hurriedly.

As she turned to dart away the younger woman flashed a swatting hand at her bottom as a promise of what was to come.

“Oooch!” Joyce gasped hurrying away, Faith following her closely, her hand spanking the older blonde woman as they went.

Buffy and her sister and, her sister’s girlfriend stared at each other in shocked silence. For Dawn and Janice – while they were used to hearing the evidence of Joyce’s submission they had never heard or seen her declare herself so emphatically as Faith’s before. For Buffy, it plunged her back into a roiling storm of bewildering confusion.

“Oh…my…god…” Janice breathed eventually. “Th-that was *so* hot! Your mom is so cool baby! She’s so happy being a slutty lezzie bottom…I wish my mom was like her.”

“But your mom’s so hot Janice!” Dawn answered with a grin. “She looks like she just *knows* how to spank a girl! I’d *so* let her spank me!”

“Eww Dawnie!” Janice said with a grin that was half grimace half leer at the lust in her young lover’s face and she leaned in to kiss her and Dawnie moaned softly as she countered her girlfriend’s hungry tongue with her own. “I so *need* to get you out of your panties right now baby.” she said softly after a prolonged bout of tongue tangling kisses. “So I can lick your pussy until you gush that lovely Dawnie cum in my mouth…”

“Oh baby…yes…and then I can lick your ass...” Dawn groaned as Janice’s fingers fumbled with the front of her panties, pulling them aside and slipping within to encounter the hot, humid flesh of her core. “Ooooooffff…” Dawnie groaned her hips thrusting as the other girl’s finger flicked over her clit.

“Are you two going to carry on doing that or do you want me to leave?”

“You can watch if you like Buffy,” Dawnie answered as she began to peel Janice’s panties over her slender hips, baring her russet fringed groin.

Frustration alloyed with envy, becoming annoyance and Buffy made an exasperated sound but the other two hardly noticed as their fingers and tongues began to busy themselves.

“Aaargghh!” Buffy threw up her hands and stomped out, slamming the door.

The hallway was empty but she could see the climbing feet of her mother and *her* friend. There was a breathy moan and Faith’s voice came low, almost husky as a *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* sound rang out once again.

“Hurry up Joyce…” Buffy heard Faith saying.

“Ohh-ow-ow-ow!” Came Joyce’s reply. “Yes ma’am! I-I’m g-g-go-oing…ohhh! Oooohh!”

Buffy put her hands over her ears and fled, the front door slamming behind her.

Joyce was breathless again as she scurried, propelled by the stiff swats of her lover’s hand to her now heated bottom, into the bedroom.

She felt lightheaded and the heat of her bottom seemed to merge into a throbbing ache between her legs where liquid arousal pooled and her Sex ached.

Faith followed close on her heels to seize her by the arm.

“Stand *still* Joyce,” she ordered pulling her roughly before spanking her again.

“Oww..ow-ow-ow-owowowowow!” Joyce gasped. “Yes darling…ow-ow-owchhh!”

“Now *bend over*”, the younger woman instructed, pushing her, making her bend. “Hands on your knees…head down Joyce…show me your ass…push it out!”

As Joyce struggled to obey Faith spanked her again.

“Ohhh…ohh…ahhh…owww!” Joyce moaned as her buttocks tightened by her position juddered under the assault.

“So, you want a caning Sweetness?” Faith asked curtly.

Joyce’s heart thundered, fluttering suddenly certain of what awaited her.

“Ohhhh…” she groaned. “Oh n-nohh…ohhh…m-maybe darling…”

She dreaded the harsh cruel bite of the cane. She had only experienced its torrid kiss on those few occasions since she and Faith had visited that special shop – a shop she had not known existed until the first time her lover had taken her there to purchase the cane. But she knew that Faith planned to cane her more often. She had told her so; that she would be caned frequently as time went on.

At the time, Joyce had been unable to comprehend how such a thing could happen – the cane had made her weep and she had been unable to sit for hours. But her libido had betrayed her again and her suffering had once again inspired unbidden depths of desire. She realised that this signified in herself a descent into deeper submission.

She had become aware that the cane was the perfect sign of Faith’s domination.

She hated its wicked caress, the sheer agony that its biting strokes induced, but she knew that she wanted to feel it’s searing sting – not to feel the awful pain but because in suffering it she was giving herself, completely, to her lover.

She realised that the fact that Faith *could* inflict such pain upon her and that, in turn, she *wanted* her young Domme to do so was the purest expression of her Mistress’ authority over her.

She did not *want* to be caned…but she *did* want to be forced to submit to its cruel caress; to be made to endure it; to suffer its agonising kiss at her lover’s whim. She wanted to be forced to submit; to be dominated cruelly; to suffer beyond her limits.

For her it signified, as it had the night before when she had almost pleaded for her love to cane her, the depth of her surrender.

“Yes darling…oh y-yes…I-I do…oh p-please darling…p-please cane me,” Joyce heard herself saying, almost panting. “Cane my whore’s bottom…until I beg you to stop…but don’t…don’t *ever* stop darling Faith…don’t ever stop forcing me to accept *anything* you want me to…”

“Oh *Joyce*!” Faith breathed, deeply moved.

For a moment, she was stunned again into silence as Joyce’s words permeated her consciousness. Her heart seemed to burst into flames. She had never known an emotion before like the love she felt at that moment for the mature, golden-haired submissive. She suddenly understood that there were no limits to what she and Joyce could do together, what they could explore; what they might become.

And, in that moment, it was as if they had both been raised into a higher form of consciousness; a shared dream-like state of ecstasy and passion; a yin and yang of dominance and submission.

“Bend lower Joyce,” Faith almost whispered as she took the cane from where it hung by its leather strap from the hook above the bed, taking its tulip shaped wooden handle in her hand “Feet together…straighten your legs…hands behind your calves!” she instructed in a trancelike state. Her voice might have been reverential.

“Yes darling,” Joyce breathed obeying, reaching lower, stretching to bend herself double. “Anything you say darling.”

The position tested her flexibility. Before she had begun her relationship with Faith it would have been impossible for her to fold herself so; but her lover had required her to become increasingly flexible and pliant over the intervening weeks as she had learned submission. She could now bend and stretch in ways she could not have imagined; spreading her legs wider, bending further; assuming positions for Sex or for punishment that would previously have been quite beyond her. Two nights before she had been forced to bend holding herself with arms and legs straight hands and feel flat on the floor as Faith had paddled her bottom. The night before that, supporting her weight on her shoulders, her legs spread wide above her she had felt the flogger seeking, insinuating pain into every intimate inch of her exposed vulnerable body.

The cane felt perfect in Faith’s hand, its handle seeming to mould itself to her grasp, becoming an extension of her hand and arm; a manifestation of her soul.

“Are you ready Sweetness?” she asked quietly, raising the rod.

“Y-yes darling…I-I’m ready…please Faith…cane me…cane this whore…make me feel how much I belong to you…ahhhhhh!”

The cane swished falling with a thin *crack* sound, cutting into her flesh to make it quiver and ripple. Moments later a thin red wheal bloomed.

“Ohhhhhh...” Joyce’s gasp became a moan as the sharp, stinging impact eased, becoming heat; searing heat.

“Ahhhhhh-ohhhhh!” she groaned again as it swished and fell again, a flick of Faith’s wrist cutting it into her taut buttock flesh.

A second line began to raise but before she could react further the cane whistled again.

“Ahhhhhyahhhh-noooooo!” Joyce cried.

The cane fell swiftly now; three sharp whipping strokes that made her cry.

“Haaaaaa! Ahhhyyyyuhhh! Ohhhhhh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhh!”

Tears formed in her eyes and Faith felt her heart racing. Three more strokes rained down.

Across the broad spread of maturely receptive feminine flesh a maze of weals blossomed, angry, beautiful and Joyce cried.

Three more bloomed as she began to sob, weeping. Her head flicked up and she straightened begging.

“Ohhhhh…ahhhhhhhhh-ahhhh…ahhhhh-ahhhhhhhhh! Oh p-please n-nooooooo!”

“Down Sweetness…you know that you’re not finished until I say!”

“Oh gohhhddddd…oh p-please Faith – no more…please darling…I-I’ve h-had enough!”

Joyce tried to protest but she knew it was to no avail. She knew she had not had enough. She had given herself in submission to this and she knew she had yielded her right to choose. And despite – or maybe because of – the agony she would not have wanted it any other way.

“No Joyce!” Faith barked, lightening playing through her. “You haven’t had enough…I’ll decide that…now *bend* over!

“Ohhhhh,” Joyce wailed in dismay and agony, quailing as she submitted to her lover’s will and she strained forwards to clasp her calves.

“No! Lower Joyce! Touch your toes Joyce…keep your legs straight…and if you get up again without permission I promise you’ll regret it Joyce!””

The older woman strained, sobbing, to obey and the cane whistled again its vicious hiss terminating as it cut into her flesh.

“Ayyyyyyahhhhh!” She howled.

At some point over the next few moments, she could not say when, she lost track of herself; of who she was. She became lost in the rushing torrent of her anguish; becoming one with suffering and it was only Faith’s iron will that held her to herself as securely as any chains.

After an eternity of anguish, it ended. The cane ceased to fall but she could not move. All that she was, was made of tears.

“Oh fuhhck...” Faith breathed, shaking with passion, quivering. Her lover’s flanks were marked, ruinously; crisscrossed with lurid, scarlet weals of agony from high on her buttocks to low on the backs of her thighs.

She watched as the older woman’s suffering seethed and she shook, quivering but held still by her submission she remained in her agonising position, her thighs straining, shaking.

Then Faith swept Joyce up into her arms. Pulling her close she caressed her hair, soothing her.

“So beautiful…” she breathed against her ear.

“Ohhhh…oh Fuh-F-Faith,” Joyce sobbed in reply. “Oh thuh-thuh-thank you,” she whispered and Faith felt her heart leaping at the heartfelt sound of Joyce’s gratitude.

Still lost in subjugation to her lover the older woman felt more complete in her arms than she had believed possible. She felt a blissful sense of sinking, drowning in the younger woman’s domination. “Y-yours…Faith…d-darling…all yours…all of me…punish me more…i-if you want…d-do what you want to me…whatever you want…”

“Hush Joyce,” Faith breathed again. “Later love…you’ve had enough for now Sweetness…” Kissing her gently she smiled. “Come on baby…” She moved to guide her slowly to the bed.

Joyce moved slowly, stiffly in response.

“Lie down Sweetness…come on – on your front baby.” She continued while helping Joyce to lay on the bed. “Oh gohhhd…your ass Joyce…your whore’s ass is so beautiful…*you* are so beautiful Joyce!”

“Th-thank you,” Joyce repeated herself. “Oh th-thank you darling…” Her hips moved, writhing, thrusting into the mattress in wanton frottage as agony raged through her.

“Thank you?” Faith asked disbelieving her lover’s words.

“Yes darling…thank *you*,” Joyce said again. Her voice was husky and warm; thick, syrupy with emotion. “Thank you for that…f-for caning me…for forcing me to suffer…for being *able* to do that to me…oh Faith…it was terrible – but wonderful…*th-thank* you…”

“Oh Joyce…” Faith said again. “That’s the most incredible thing I ever heard…you’re the most wonderful woman in the world…thank *you*!” She said with the heat of a passion she had never known before. “Thank you for being mine…” she stumbled to find words.

“No Faith,” Joyce answered thickly exhaustion threatening to claim her. “Thank you for knowing what I need…to suffer – even though I hate it – for making me endure it…for being my…my Mistress…my beautiful, *cruel* darling Mistress…”

Faith’s lips brushed her hair. “Joyce…” she sighed.

“You can punish me again if you want darling…you can cane me again…or whip my tits…or my pussy…I won’t try to stop you darling…or you can fuck me now…in my pussy…or,” she raised her hips a little. “In my whore’s ass…or make me serve you with my mouth…anything you want…” Joyce answered, her hips still thrusting. “You can do anything *you* want with me my love…I’m yours…your whore…your slave…”

“Hush Joyce, Sweetness…you need to rest now…you need to come down first…sleep sweetie…I’m going to make love to you later Sweetness, I promise. I’m going to bone you *hard*…like the whore you are…but not yet baby...” Faith stroked her shoulders, running a gentle hand down to her ravaged buttocks, making Joyce moan and then she moved to settle into the bed beside her. “Sleep for now Sweetness ok?”

***

A little later Joyce had woken to find her lover still watching beside her.

No words had been spoken as the older woman had lifted herself to move, stiffly, between Faith’s thighs, lowering her mouth to taste her pleasure and bring her to rapid climax.

Then afterwards she knelt, head down, when she was instructed by her lover and Faith took her from behind, first in her Sex and then in her bottom, the younger woman’s thighs and belly slapping against her cane wracked flesh, reminding her of agony and submission, bringing her each time closer to her orgasm until she exploded at last.

Later they rose to find the house quiet and Faith chose a sheer red full length negligee with a slash up the left leg for her. Without panties, red, hold-up stockings were all she wore beneath. Its sleek sensual lines would have been spoiled by any underwear beneath and it shimmered as she moved, clinging to her curves, her bottom, like a second skin and where it slithered across the torment of her bottom it was a torrid reminder. With a deep plunging neckline, it strained to hold her breasts and her nipples jutted, poking proudly through the slinky material.

Feeling completely Sexual and submissive she made food and they watched porn on the settee, curled in each other’s arms; and Joyce came again, sighing gently, as her lover’s fingers dabbled over her Sex, probing her core, teasing her with pleasure until her climax milked them.

They concluded that Dawn and Janice must have decided to spend the night at Janice’s mom’s. While the two young lesbians still spent most of their nights at Revello Drive, since Dayna’s acceptance of her own Sexuality, they had been able to share Janice’s bed as well and things had been easier, less fraught between Janice and her mother.

Of Buffy, there was no sign until she returned part way through the evening.

Grimacing at the sight of their flagrant display of intimacy she glowered and then stared in shock as she realised what was playing on the TV, but she said nothing as she shook her head in distaste and frustartion at what she had witnessed for herself.

***

She had been to the Bronze where she had been confronted once again with the sight of Willow with Tara and Kennedy. She had been struck to see her ex-girlfriend dressed in a short plaid kilt that barely covered her bottom and a tiny cropped pink top that made the most of her pert slender breasts and she had felt herself yearn for the feel of Willow’s slender body, straining against hers. She had felt tears welling in her eyes and the red head had looked briefly towards her, concern for her in her eyes before her two lovers had claimed her attention drawing her out onto the dancefloor, their hands busy, demanding.

She hadn’t stayed long after that. Her feet led her across town without really knowing where they took her. At Jenny Calendar’s house the lights were on. She thought of knocking the door but something held her back and she slid up the side of the house to look in the window.

Inside, naked except for her socks and sneakers, a blonde girl, her hair in bunches stood to one side. Her hands were on her head and she was looking at someone across the room. Buffy realised she recognised her.

“Torrance?” she said disbelief in her voice. The former cheerleader had been in her class at Sunnydale High before…well she didn’t want to think about that…

Torrance hadn’t changed any in the two years since she’d seen her last. Her body was still, pert, athletic; her features pretty; her hair pale gold.

As she watched she heard a voice, the familiar sardonic teasing tones of her former teacher and sometime seducer.

“Well little tart?” Jenny’s voice came through the glass and Buffy’s felt her heart sink to hear her voice, her words. “What do you think little tart? Shall I fuck you little tart? Or do you need this across your ass?”

Buffy gasped as the dark-haired woman stepped into view. She was also naked, her supple olive skin smooth; her breasts firm and full with dark brown nipples; her limbs slim and smooth. Her powerful buttocks were framed by a black harness and from it jutted out a large black dildo.

In her hand, she held a broad leather strap.

Buffy heard Torrance moan.

“Ohh…ohh g-god Miss Calendar…I-I…oh god…wh-whatever you w-want Miss…”

“That’s right little tart,” Jenny’s voice seemed to come from a distance. “Whatever *I* want…and right now *I* want to tan that cute little backside of yours…”

Buffy watched shaking with dismay as Jenny stepped forwards to seize Torrance by the ear, dragging her to force her over the back of a chair. Noise rushed in her ears. What Buffy had intended coming to Jenny’s house she had not known but the sight and sound as Jenny’s strap descended to bathe Torrance’s pale buttocks with flame was more than she could stand.

Leaving the scene, her former school friend’s cries following her as she fled, she rushed back out onto the quiet street and turned, heavy hearted for home.

***

Scowling, now, at where her scantily clad mother lay in her young lover’s arms she headed up the stairs, stomping.

Joyce and Faith rolled their eyes at each other and they shared a look before turning again to watch their movie.

“I really don’t know what I’m going to do with her.” Joyce shook her head.

Faith shrugged. “Don’t worry about it Sweetness…she’ll come around…”

“But I can’t have her acting like that every time she sees us…she’s got to learn to accept that I’m with you…that I belong to you…that you’re fucking me; that you’re spanking me…and caning me when I need it!” Then she paused with a blush. “She needs to know that you’re going to be doing that to me a *lot*…I *want* you to do that to me a lot!”

“Well – yeah – I reckon.” Faith looked back at her lover with a lopsided her eyes bright with pleasure at her renewed declaration.

“Well it’s true darling… I love being your bottom…I love that I *have* to obey you! I mean don’t *enjoy* being spanked and strapped and I definitely don’t enjoy being caned…it still hurts *so* much…especially the cane…”

She rubbed her still throbbing bottom through her negligee. “But I *love* that I *can* be punished…disciplined…anytime you like…like a slutty, trampy whore and there’s nothing I can do about it.” She paused and looked suddenly sideways at Faith. “Oh…maybe you could spank *her* darling!” Joyce exclaimed suddenly. “You could put her in her place like you did with me! I mean we already know *she’s* gay! So you won’t have to turn her! And you’ve always said you’re sure she’s submissive …"

“Joyce!” Faith exclaimed with a gasp. “I-I can’t do that – I mean…yeah…sure…she’s a subby little slut…and a pain in the ass and she *needs* spanking…but she’s my ex…so…*weird*…and besides…” Faith paused looking hesitant. “…there’s us...it wouldn’t feel right…” she said after a moment.

A frown of confusion passed over Joyce’s face. “I don’t understand darling.”

“It would be like being unfaithful Sweetness!”

“Unfaithful?”

The young woman smiled at her submissive older lover. It still delighted her that even after all the ways she had changed Joyce there remained so many ways in which she still required her new life explaining to her.

“You see Sweetness,” she said. “For this – what we have – to work…for me to *own* your slutty ass *completely*…to have the right to do what I want to you… I can’t have anyone else…I can’t be unfaithful…it has to be all about you…”

Joyce frowned again, but she felt something swelling in her heart. “It does?” she said in a soft voice and her lover nodded.

“Yeah,” she said her voice equally soft. “I can’t demand your submission…your complete and total surrender if I don’t reciprocate…I have to be yours…*your* Top…your Domme…your Mistress…completely…I have to…I want to…devote myself to dominating you – and only you.”

“Ohh…oh g-g-gosh…” Joyce gasped her breast heaving with emotion at the intensity, the passion in her lover’s voice. B-but what about…you know…when you and Kendra…when you shared me with her…”

Faith shrugged with a frown. “Well…I didn’t make love to Kendra…”

Joyce looked puzzled.

“Listen Sweetness.” Faith ran a gentle hand through golden curls. “When we brought Kendra home it *was* about you… not me! It was about your *submission*…your surrender…it was about you accepting being taken by two of us at once…being Topped…punished…fucked…being made to *come* Joyce…by the two of us. Because I wanted you to…because I thought it would be a challenge for you…because it would deepen your humiliation…take you further into submission…I thought you understood that?”

“N-no…I-I did darling…” Joyce said nodding. “I did understand…” She paused and then she said “I know – everything you do with me…it’s all about my submission, isn’t it?”

Faith smiled. “Yes… everything is about *you* Sweetness!” and taking Joyce’s hand she pressed her palm to her lips. “You know I love you don’t you Joyce?” she said. “We’re going to do that again sometime Joyce…I’m going to bring someone else home to fuck you…but it’s pretty simple – I love you…I *love* having you as my slutty housewife…I love – I mean I really do *love* – spanking your beautiful whore’s ass! Spanking you…it’s like Sex…it *is* Sex. But I do that because it’s part of the relationship I want with *you*. It’s part of your submission to me…part of *owning* you! It’s all about your submission Sweetness. Spanking you; fucking you – it’s all the same. So…doing that with Buffy – spanking her – that would be like I was *fucking* her!”

“Ohhh…b-but I-I guess…b-but I wouldn’t *mind*…if you fucked her darling…if you Topped her…” Joyce looked thoughtfully at her lover, a wicked sort of twinkle creating glints in her eyes. “I *belong* to you – that’s enough for me – I don’t…” she paused, shrugging. “I can’t make demands like that…” she said breathily. “Are you sure you don’t want to…you know…help get her under control? If you think she needs spanking, you could spank her. You could *fuck* her! I-I don’t think I’d mind…” Joyce said softly and the younger woman quirked a questioning eyebrow.

“You wouldn’t *mind* Joyce…if I *fucked* your daughter?”

“Well – if you fucked both of us…together…maybe like a two for one deal?”

“What have I done?” Faith said shaking her head and Joyce grinned at the look of astonishment on her lover’s face.

“You know what you’ve done Faith, darling – you’ve made me you bottom – turned me into a pussy loving, slutty, lezzie *whore*…a-and if you want to Top Buffy and me together…both of us bare assed…spanked one after the other…I-I think…I’d be ok with that…I-I really wouldn’t mind if you did Top Buffy!”

Faith’s regarded the older woman with a look of wonder for a moment before her eyes narrowed. “You’re amazing…but I *can’t* do that, Sweetness,” she said, shaking her head sadly. “Yeah…I can make *you* have Sex with anyone I tell you to…I can make you spread and bend and submit to anyone I want…I could even make you fuck with Buffy…but *I* can’t! I know I have to be faithful to you…I can’t make you do all those things…I can’t demand *everything* of you if I don’t give you all of me in return…every bit of me has to be devoted to you…to being your Top…you see? It’s like…balance…karma maybe…I love being your Domme…I love spanking you…I love humiliating you…training you to be my whore…but in turn there can only be you…I have to be faithful…so I can’t have Sex with Buffy! I can’t *spank* Buffy! You understand? Don’t you?” she finished with a look that seemed to beg Joyce to understand.

Joyce blushed and she nodded, swallowing, moved before she spoke again.

“Maybe,” she said slowly. “Perhaps you’re right…and when – you know – when you say things like that…that you feel like that…that you love me being yours...your slutty whore…it’s…gosh Faith…darling you make me feel so special…”

Faith’s smile was lopsided.

“You *are* Sweetness…you *are* special…”

“But just hearing you say how much you *love* spanking me…that you love *fucking* me…I never felt like that before…it’s just incredible…” and she fanned herself with her hand puffing out her cheeks to blow on them. “And err…*so* hot! M-makes me melt…makes me *drip*!”

“Just how you should be,” Faith laughed and she kissed the golden-haired woman passionately. “You’re such a slut Sweetness...” she said when the kiss ended and a shrewd look came over her face. “You *know* that I’m going to *have* to make *you* fuck her now though don’t you Sweetness…you understand that don’t you baby?”

“Oh…oh m-my…” Joyce looked momentarily stunned. “W-with Buffy? That’s…”

“I know what it is Sweetness…but you know you don’t get a say don’t you? You fuck who you’re told to and you’ll do as you’re told Sweetness, won’t you? You’re going to be licking your daughter’s pussy and you’re gonna be squirting your cum in her mouth right back…understood?”

“Ohh…oh g-gosh F-Faith, d-darling, I-I don’t know…that’s just so wrong…” Joyce’s face took on a strained look. She felt her blood running hot, but she nodded.

“But I know that look Sweetness.” Faith said softly, her smile becoming lopsided, with a tender hunger. “I *love* that look…you get it when I make you do something that makes you so uncomfortable and it *still* turns you on…and it just tells me that you’re such a *whore*!”

Joyce looked at her lover with a look of astonishment and she nodded slowly, swallowing. “I do understand, darling,” she breathed her voice hoarse with emotion. “I belong to you. I know I do and that’s all I need… even if that means I have to sleep with Buffy…I’ll do *anything* for you darling…I suppose you’ll make me fuck with Dawnie as well won’t you?”

Faith’s reply was a sharp toothed grin and she bowed her head in submission.

“Oh you’re so hot Joyce…” Faith said. “You’re a totally hot, subby little MILF! And I love you…”

Joyce smiled warmly at her lover. “Oh I *love* you too darling she said.

After a pause the dark haired young Domme spoke again. “But…you know it can’t be easy for B’ – seeing her mom getting Topped all the time by her ex…and wanting the same for herself…” she shrugged. “Can’t be easy at all…”

“But weren’t *you* her first Domme though darling?” Joyce asked, nervously. They didn’t talk much about Faith’s brief, schoolgirl relationship with Buffy. It left them both feeling a little uncomfortable.

Faith looked awkward. “Well – I guess…but B was before I really realised what *I* wanted either…what I was …I never *spanked* her or anything…I mean I might have been the Top – kinda…I guess I did control her in bed…but we were both way too young to really know how we felt about those sort of things…what those feelings were…how this shit works…you know..”

“Oh…” Joyce said reaching to stroke her lover’s face. “I’m sorry darling – I d-didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“That’s ok Sweetness – I know you didn’t,” the dark haired young woman smiled gently. “But B’ needs someone to take control of her. She needs to be some dyke’s fuck-toy! You’re right…she *needs* a damn good spanking! She needs some hot Domme to put her over her knee and roast her ass until she *begs* to be fucked like a tramp…and then when she’s done, she needs her to wail on her ass some more!”

“Ohhh,” Joyce rubbed her thighs together “Ohhh…that sounds so hot. I don’t know about Buffy but I think *I* need that! I think I need to be put over your knee and spanked and spanked and spanked *right now*!”

“But you just had a caning Joyce?”

“Oh, that was before darling…before you got me so turned on!”

“Hmm…” Faith seemed to prevaricate, pausing before shooting out a hand to grab the older woman, yanking her down across her lap. “Well if you’re going to put it like that Sweetness!”

“Oh darling! Oh yes!” Joyce purred wiggling her bottom. Inside her negligee, it was still flushed, warm and pink and crisscrossed with the dark, cruel welts of the cane. “Oh…owwww!” she gasped with a cry as Faith’s hand landed again with a hard *smaaack*.

“Oww…ohhh…oh…ahhhhh!”

It was a swift spanking but hard, Faith’s hand falling rapidly with all her skill and strength to set Joyce’s bottom bouncing and jiggling, flattening and spreading at each impact inside the sheer enclosure of her negligee. The spanks sent rippling waves of fiery heat out through her tender flesh igniting deep, heated pain.

Her legs kicked and there were tears and sobbing but Joyce felt ecstasy through the pain, experiencing a sort of joy through her suffering at the reminder of the Sexual mature of what it meant when her lover did this to her.

Lying in her lover’s arms again a little later Joyce began to stir from the renewed post coital fugue that had swept over her. Her body was suffused with hormones produced by the spanking. Vaguely she wandered where the paddle had come from to replace Faith’s hand part way through her spanking but the subsequent blissful 69 had driven those thoughts from her head leaving her wallowing in the aftermath of feeling of Faith’s tongue on her clit while her lover’s juices had filled her mouth.

“Mmmmmm…” She murmured dreamily. “You know – you’re right darling.”

“Well of course I am Sweetness,” Faith answered brushing Joyce’s tumbling curls back to kiss her gently. “But what about exactly?”

“That *this* is what Buffy needs…servitude…to be owned…possessed…”

“I know babe – but it can’t be me.” Faith shook her head. “*I* can’t top Buffy! I can’t *spank* her! I can’t fuck her! You understand, don’t you?”

Joyce nodded.

“Yes darling…I suppose I do,” she said looking up to meet her lover’s gaze. “A-and…” she continued with a tiny smile of surrender. “I guess I also understand that you can make me have Sex with her…i-if you want me to…”

There was a rushing sound in her ears and her pulse thrummed.

***

Not far away, in Janice’s bed, two teens lay curled together, sweat cooling on their slender naked bodies while, unbeknownst to the two teens, Janice’s mother watched in secret from the doorway of Janice’s bedroom.

Inspired by Joyce’s words and thrilled by the sound of her ordeal, they had stayed making love when Buffy had left; but afterwards, sensing a little that something special was passing between slave and Mistress they had slipped quietly out of the house, leaving the two lovers to their own devices while they returned to Janice’s house to continue their lovemaking.

“Ohhhh…ohhh fuck…oh I love you so much Dawnie,” Janice moaned, kissing her lover.

“Mmmm…me too Jan-Jan.” Dawn could still taste herself, her pleasure on Janice’s lips and tongue. She reached to enfold the other girl in her arms. Their thighs slid over each other slick, damp with love juices that mingled on smoothly silken skin.

“Mmmm…mmmmmmm…mmmmm…” they mumbled into each other’s mouths.

“Oh Dawnie…that was so hot…y-your mom…d-did you *hear* how loud she was crying…she’s *soooo* lucky…Faith must have punished her so hard! I wonder what she did to deserve that?”

“Oh…I-I d-don’t know…” Dawnie replied as breathlessly as her girlfriend. Inevitably she felt rather different about her mother’s Sexual escapades with her young lover than Janice did but she couldn’t deny the incredible Sexual charge that she had felt at the whistle and snap sound of the cane as it cut into her tearful mother’s bottom. Nor could she avoid the sense of envy she felt that swirled through her complicating her feelings further. She could not imagine what her mother had done to deserve such treatment but her dreams were filled with fantasies in which she suffered the same. “I-it must have been bad…but Faith…she’s so hot! She’s such a total Domme! I so can see why mom is so into her!”

“I know…she’s so strict with your mom! Ohh…Dawnie…baby…I *wish* we had a Domme like that”

“I know Jan-Jan! I *so* want to be Topped like that. I want us to find someone to control us, teach us…make us do what she wants…whether we like it or not!”

Their tongues tangled, their bodies moving against each other, pussies sliding, wet, slick on each other’s thighs.

“Mmmm…” Janice moaned softly into Dawn’s mouth. Mmmm-me too baby…mmmm…I want to be some woman’s little girl – me and you – under her control…ohhhhhfffhhh…can you imagine it Dawnie?”

“Oooohhh…oh baby…yes…” Dawn answered, sucking on Janice’s tongue. “Mmmm…sh-she would be just like Faith…really strict…huff…she’d *force* us to obey her…ohhh…”

“Ummmmfff…a-and spank us!”

“Mmmm…ohhh…yes…oh Jan-Jan…both of us being spanked like naughty girls…mmmphh…together…”

“Whenever she likes!”

“*Wherever* she likes…” Dawn added. Her hips thrust herself hard against her girlfriend. Waves of lust fueled pleasure flowed through her. Her belly rippled as her Sex quaked.

“Wherever?”

“Yeah…like…mmmm-mmm-mmmfff…in public…at the mall or something…just because she says so…”

“Oooohh…so kinky…w-w-want…that…” Janice answered Dawn’s thrusts with her own, grinding her Sex on the other girl’s thigh. “A-and we’d have to obey her…mmmm…l-let her take our panties off…b-bend us over…oooooffffnnnnuhh…f-for everyone to see her to spank us!”

“A-and m-m-make us cry!”

“Mmmmmm…th-that sounds so hot…mmmmm…ohhhhhh…uhh…uhhh…uhhhh…oh Dawnieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Jan-Jahhhhhnnnn…ooooohhhhh…y-y-yeahhhhhsssss…ohhhh…ohhhhhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Dawn’s gasping cries of blissful climax answered the other girl’s and they shook, clinging to each other as they shared the tremulous paroxysm of their pleasure.

“Wow!” Janice moaned a few minutes later. “Unnnfff,” she shuddered as the aftershocks of her orgasm quaked through her. “Oh Dawnie – that was…just…wow…so hot…”

Dawn’s eyelids fluttered as the feeling of Janice’s body shaking set of an answering tremor radiating from her own core.

“H-h-h-hhhunnnnnffff…” she breathed quivering. “Oh Jan-Jan…oh it w-w-was…w-w-we…we just *need* to find someone to do that with us…m-make us her bitches…b-but w-who?”

“Mmmm…w-well Miss Calendar is fair game isn’t she – now she’s not doing your sister?” Janice asked, thoughtfully, a minute later.

“Huh? Well…yeah…kinda…it does sound like she’s replaced Buffy…” Dawn admitted cautiously.

“Well we don’t care about anyone else, do we?”

“So *we* might as well steal her right back?” Dawn smiled at the other teen.

Janice grinned. “So you don’t mind…that she’s done your sister?”

Dawnie shook her head. “Oh no…she’s so hot…I reckon she’s had most of the girls in Buffy’s year over her knee…or between her legs…by now…”

“Probably both…no to mention most of the teachers…you know Amanda saw her out with Ms Newman one time? She said that she had her hands all over her!”

“Oh – she could *so* put her hands all over me!” Dawn shivered at the thought, imagining the stunning olive skinned woman pinning her against the wall and exploring her body.

“Mmmm…me too…” purred Janice sharing the thought. “You know we’re going have to go to school commando tomorrow baby, don’t you?” she added with a waggle of her eyebrows.

Dawn nodded again with a grin. “Ooooh – I love the thought of you without panties baby…your pussy so close and so exposed…just there…ready for me to lick…mmmm…delish!”

“Ohhh Dawnie…I’ll go commando for you any time you want baby!”

“Mmmm…oh me too Jan-Jan…you remember that time at the Bronze?”

“Ohh yes…or that time in the janitor’s closet?”

“When we skipped Sex ‘ed?”

“Yeah…I mean…eeeew – who wants to know about boys?”

“…when we could be fingering each other’s pussies!”

“I know…it was soooo Sexy baby…”

“Sooo worth detention!”

“I know – oh I’d *love* detention with Miss Calendar! She’s so Sexy…”

“And we *know* she likes to spank girls!”

“We should get detention *every* night!”

“Ohhh Jan-Jan – then she could spank us *every* night…”

“Mmmmm – oh yes Dawnie – I mean I’d love being in detention with her but if she’d spank us as well…I *so* wish she’d spank us both!”

“Ohhhh…oh me too…that would be *so* nice!”

“Ooooohhh…nice…and if we make sure she knows we aren’t wearing panties…she’ll just *have* to spank us, won’t she?”

“Mmmm…yeah…she will…”

“And then maybe she’ll let us lick her pussy! Oh I bet she has the pettiest, yummiest pussy!”

“You could lick her pussy while I eat her ass…oh I’d love it if she made me eat her ass after she’s done spanking me!”

“Oh Dawnie…that’s so hot baby…”

“Mmmmmmm…want me to eat your ass again Jan-Jan?”

“Ohh yes *please* Dawnie…put your tongue up me again…make me squirm!”

“Ok baby…” Dawn sat up and stretched her legs straight out in front of her. “I’ll sit here and if you get on your knees…in front of me …mmm…let’s spread those cheeks…” Janice clambered across her lap facing Dawn’s feet lifting her butt.

She moaned softly as Dawn’s hands spread her cheeks.

Dawn’s eyes were liquid as she gazed at the sight of her girlfriend’s pretty, little knot. She was always sure that it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

“Oh you have *such* a cute asshole Jan-Jan!” She said before bending her head to take a lick making Janice squeal.

“Mmmm-mmmm-mmmmffff…delish…” Dawnie continued. “Now you play with your pussy while I eat you until you squirt on my titties…mmm-mmmmmpffff…yum-numm-yumm-mmmnnnnummummnn-mmpffffhhhhh…”

“Oh-ooooooooooooooohhh…Dawnie…oh yes…oh oooooooooooooooooohhhh!”

As the two teens made love again they were oblivious to their audience.

Through the narrow gap of the door left half-closed in the two teens’ urgency to shed each other’s clothes, Dayna watched their lovemaking; listened to them fantasise. Voyeur’s guilt warred with arousal, sheer erotic thrill as she eavesdropped. Her hands slid down to where her skirt fell, loosely, to her knees. Bunching it with one hand she slid her right hand up beneath it to squeeze her womanhood through her panties. Her eyes fluttered. Her breath came fast.

Releasing her skirt, she let her free hand stroke over her breasts and her hips twitched. With the hand beneath her skirt she could feel the damp heat of her core through the scant material of her underwear. She pressed her finger on her button, circling. She felt like a pervert. And yet something thrilled her about the thought.

Voyeuristic pleasures had become an almost constant source of lustful inspiration for her since her discovery of her daughter’s porn stash. Her desire for soft, yielding, feminine flesh and exotic, kinky Sex had been only briefly assuaged by her occasional Sexual encounters with Cordelia Chase. Even the thrill of bedding the dark-haired waitress’ girlfriend, Anya had only temporarily satisfied recently discovered appetites as she learned more about her own sinful desires.

At the same time, she had become as much a fan of lesbian porn as her daughter appeared to be. She no longer felt the sense of guilt she had at first, and a night hardly passed without pleasuring herself as she watched yet another explicit depiction of Sapphic spanking and seduction. Having exhausted Janice’s collection – several times over – she had begun to assemble her own.

Now, watching her daughter and her girlfriend as they made love was like watching a real-life porno and her body thrummed as her lecherous pleasure soared.

“Ohhh…” she breathed quietly, not wishing to disturb the delicious tableaux of youthful sensuality. Her eyes widened as she watched Dawn’s tongue delve into Janice’s bottom. ‘Look at what she’s doing to my Janice’s little asshole!’ she thought, her fingers finding their way inside the dampness of her panties searching for heated moistened flesh. ‘Oh…good girl…’

She could barely now remember a time when she had, for some reason, been opposed to her daughter’s relationship with Dawn.

Now, though she felt a sense of jealousy as the recollection of her own youthful dalliances drifted through her memory, she could hardly have felt happier for her daughter. Nor, she realised despite knowing it how wrong it was, more aroused as she watched.

Shuddering she stifled a sigh, coming silently, flooding her panties with voyeuristic pleasure before stealing away.

Throwing herself onto her bed she lay on her back. Her arm across her face she squeezed her eyes closed replaying the sight of Dawn’s tongue in her daughter’s secret knot. After a while she sat up and reached for the phone to call Cordelia and Anya hoping that one of them was free.

***

Intermezzo

Carrie looked intently at her mother’s friend. Debra was still an attractive woman with her striking red hair and deep dark eyes. And her breasts were still full, straining against her blouse. Carrie smiled enjoying the way the older woman’s nipples made little peaks through her bra before letting her eyes drift lazily downwards taking in the still narrow waist; the generous swell of her hips before sliding down her legs.

‘At last,’ she thought.

Debra blushed.

“Carrie! Hi!” she said with a sort of shiver. “I-I didn’t expect to see *you* here!”

“Didn’t you Debra? Who *did* you expect to see?” the younger woman asked with a sly smirk.

“Errr…w-well…y-you see…” Debra stammered. “I-I was supposed to meet someone…”

“So, I’m guessing that someone is not Uncle Ray,” Carrie said knowingly. She looked around the club pointedly.

“Errr…” Debra blushed again, feeling a frozen icicle slide through her. It was the first time she’d ever done anything like this. She’d *never* even considered being unfaithful to Ray before. But something had driven her to look at those small ads; and when she’d seen *that* one...

“Ohh…oh…m-my…b-but Carrie…y-you mustn’t tell anyone honey…”

“Oh, I don’t plan on telling anyone Debra.”

A sense of relief surged through Debra making her release a breath she had not known she had held until that moment and she found herself shaking.

“I plan on keeping it just between us…” Carrie said with a dark smile. Her eyes intent, intense on Debra.

“Wh-what d-do you mean Carrie?” Debra asked suddenly suspicious.

“I mean that we’re gonna have some fun Debra…”

“F-fun?”

“Yeah…fun…y-see aunt Deb…you’re going to do exactly as I say now…so long as you don’t want Uncle Ray to find out about your little indiscretion…”

“B-but I-I d-didn’t do anything!”

“Hmm…well you can try telling him that…but it won’t be so clear when I tell him I found you here.” She looked around the notorious lesbian pick-up joint again and she grinned.

“Oh…oh Carrie – b-but you wouldn’t…”

Carrie flashed Debra a sharp smile.

“Well not if you do as you’re told Debra…”

“A-as I’m told? Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean that you’re going to leave here with me now…”

“Where are w-we going?”

“Oh…we’re just going back to my place…”

“Oh...ok…I suppose…”

“Hmmm…yeah…well I’m glad you think so…because when we get there…you’re going to be getting naked for me Debra…”

“Wh-what? Carrie…no!” the older woman cried shaking as the younger woman stood up to move towards her. There was a strange almost predatory confidence in the way she moved…prowled…towards her. She felt tiny; helpless like prey. Her protests amounted to nothing.

“Yes Deb…you came here to get picked up, didn’t you?”

“W-well…y-yes…I-I…I g-guess…” Debra blushed, deeply.

“Well…” said Carrie, grabbing her ass unceremoniously. “You’re getting picked up!”

“Ooooh! Eeeek!” Debra gasped. Carrie’s hand began to squeeze, fondling.

“Mmmmm…you’ve always had such a great ass Deb…I’ve loved your ass for so long now…I can’t wait to spank it…”

“Sp-spank it? Ohhhh! Oh n-n-nohhh!” Debra groaned, protesting.

But Carrie was not to be dissuaded so easily.

“Yes Deb,” she said heavily. “I’ve wanted to spank this ass for so long now…and now I’ve got you where I want you…”

She took her hand of Debra’s bottom only to draw it back before singing to land it in a single sharp spank on the generous curves. The sound was crisp, satisfying in the bar.

“Ohhhh!” Debra gasped.

“Come on Deb,” Carrie said brusquely. “Hurry up. I don’t want to wait any longer. And when I’ve had my way with this ass…well let’s just say there’s going to be something for you to eat!”

Debra didn’t think she could blush deeper as she let her niece lead her towards the door.

***

“Hey there Sweetness,”

Joyce had been horny all morning – which was nothing unusual for her now.

Her transformation into her young lover’s lesbian Sex slave was now irreversible and she was wholly content with her lot and the knowledge that there would always be new ways in which Faith could test her compliance; her obedient submission. The dizzying whirl of spankings and exotic lesbian Sex continued unabated with new experiences and new depravities in which she could be trained explored regularly.

But this morning, the Monday morning after her life with Faith had been discovered by Buffy, she felt, unsurprisingly perhaps, confused, disturbed, edgy. The recollection of what Faith had said about Buffy left her feeling guilty yet aroused at the thought and she found herself imagining the 69 with Buffy that Faith had described and her head spun with erotic charge.

It was wrong, she knew. And yet the simple fact that her lover and Mistress could, *would*, demand it of her affected her deeply. As an expression of her submission she could think of nothing more profound.

And so, her morning had gone by in a state of agitated erotic impatience; a state that had led, inevitably, to her gazing with lustful interest at each attractive female client that crossed the threshold.

Faith took her for lunch once again but she made no Sexual demands of her though hand fondled Joyce’s bottom openly as they walked to a small, nearby, Italian restaurant.

“Are you still sore Sweetness?” she asked. “That was quite a caning you took yesterday.”

“A little,” Joyce admitted. “But it’s ok…it’s nice really…like a reminder of you…every time I move it’s there…*you’re* there…caning me again…making me submit…”

And in reaction to the look of astonished delight she saw on her lover’s face she kissed her.

Even then Faith seemed to think that Joyce needed time to recover from the excesses of the day before. They ate lunch and they talked and Joyce found herself mesmerised once again by the sound of her lover’s voice, the flashing depth of her dark eyes; the deep red lips. Even without make up, dressed for work Faith was beautiful to her.

After a while Faith asked; “So Sweetness – about what we talked about yesterday…”

“You mean about…m-me and Buffy?” Joyce asked a little uncertainly and her lover nodded slowly.

“Yeah…listen baby – it’s a *lot* to take I know…I’m not offering you an out Joyce…you *are* going to sleep with Buffy…you don’t get a choice Sweetness. But it’s a *big* deal. I get it…so I want you to know – we’ll take it slow ok?”

Joyce felt a tremor of something pass through her – adoring gratitude perhaps for her lover’s thoughtfulness. “Oh Faith, darling…” she breathed. Meeting the young woman’s eyes, she continued.

“Th-thank you Faith – you’re so thoughtful. But I don’t *want* an ‘out’! I’m yours Faith…your submissive…I-I…I know I’m going to commit incest with my daughter – maybe both of them – for you at some point. I mean I don’t think I want to…but I know it’s going to happen…because you want it to. And I love you…I love you *Mistress*…and if I’m yours…your slave I can’t have a choice about anything you want me to do! I have to do anything you want.” She bowed her head. “When you decide it’s time I’ll be ready…”

Faith’s lip curled into a smile and she nodded. “Good then,” she said.

After that they walked back Faith’s hand again on Joyce’s bottom. Her lover kissed her at the door before she left.

Give the way her head was spinning and the way her loins ached it was perhaps fortunate that the Gallery was unusually quiet in the afternoon with the only visitor to the Gallery an attractive looking dark haired young woman who Joyce couldn’t help but admire as she browsed casually. She has a shapely bottom and full, womanly hips shown off perfectly by hipster slacks that fitted tightly, snug, below a slim, narrow waist. Her features were pretty, sweet looking but her mouth was sensual as if she wanted to be kissed.

She didn’t buy anything and she didn’t remain long but her dark eyes darted towards Joyce constantly and the golden-haired woman felt a flush of heat.

After that there were no more visitors until late in the afternoon Dayna called by and Joyce closed early again. This time she took no risks and they headed for the safety of the Espresso Pump.

“Did I really get you in trouble the other week?” the brunette asked, her head on one side as she looking at her friend.

Joyce blushed. “W-well…it wasn’t your fault really…” she said with a lopsided smile.

They crossed the street.

“I didn’t ask if it was my fault honey.” Dayna waggled her eyebrows.

Joyce laughed.

“Well I was *definitely* in trouble when I got home that night?

“Oh? Did Faith spank you *very* hard?” asked Dayna.

“My gosh *yes*!” Joyce answered.

“Good,” Dayna’s eyes sparkled.

“I’ve never seen her so angry…” Joyce continued. “She spanked me and then she strapped my ass and then she whipped me…*all* over.” She looked intently at Dayna.

“All over?” Dayna’s eyes widened a fluttering tightness in her core making her breathe deeper.

“All over…” Joyce nodded, feeling a tickle deep inside at the memory of that night. “My ass and my thighs…my tits…my pussy…”

“Your *pussy*? Oh – that must have *hurt*!” Dayna’s voice was heated and she looked at Joyce avidly, clearly moved, aroused by the sound of her friend’s erotic ordeal.

“Oh yes!! Really, *really* hurt…”

“Sounds…”

“Painful!” Joyce finished for her.

“Well I was more thinking *hot*!” Dayna said with a sideways look.

“You are so bad Dayna Penshaw!” Joyce met her friend’s look with a look that was half frown half grin and then she rolled her eyes. “And then she caned me,” she said.

“*Caned* you?”

Joyce nodded.

“Hmmm…” she nodded. “Yep…*hard*! I’ve been caned a couple of times before…but not so hard as that…”

Dayna smiled. “Good,” she said in a low voice. Her pulse throbbed between her legs.

Joyce looked at her friend with a knowing look. “Dayna!” she said in a sort of shocked voice. “It so turns you on that I was punished because of you, doesn’t it?”

“Well – yeah…” Dayna grinned, shrugging. “But besides – I like to know Faith is keeping you under *strict* control Joyce – it’s obviously what you need.”

Joyce rolled her eyes. “You are so bad!” she said with a grin. “You are such a *Domme*, Dayna Penshaw!”

Her friend grinned. They ordered coffee and sat in a corner where they could talk quietly.

“Well…you’ll be glad to know that I was caned again yesterday – though I did kinda ask for that one…” Joyce said sipping her coffee.

“Again?” Dayna’s eyes flashed. “What did you do this time?”

“Well…nothing actually…”

Slowly Joyce told the tale of Buffy’s reappearance and her reaction to discovering her mother’s relationship with Faith and how Joyce had talked herself into a caning in order to demonstrate the precise nature of that relationship. Shuddering as she recounted her ordeal she was keenly aware of her friend’s intense attention; her sharp, avidly lustful grin.

When she came to the part about Buffy her voice dropped, almost to a whisper.

“With Buffy?” Dayna gasped. “Oh my…” she said in disbelief.

As they talked a smartly dressed older woman in a black tailored pant-suit came through the door. Accompanied by a younger woman, she was tall and slender with coffee coloured skin and fine, haughty features with a sensual smile. Her companion was white, slim and pretty with porcelain skin and long black hair. Wearing a brown halter-neck dress she carried a collection of carrier bags from an expensive designer stores.

The older woman ordered coffee and they headed for a seat the older woman directing the younger one with a hand in her back.

The younger woman seemed to shudder at the touch, tensing as the hand slid down to cup her bottom.

She blushed as her dark-skinned companion manoeuvred her to a table hands sweeping up her body, over her breasts to cup her cheek.

Drawing her face towards her she kissed her and the younger woman seemed to subside into her embrace.

Two of the bags carried the name of an exclusive maker of wedding dresses; another, an up-market lingerie shop that Joyce recognised.

Joyce and Dayna watched fascinated, for a moment as the younger woman shuddered, shaking as the older woman palmed her breasts through her clothes kissing her again.

“I wonder who’s getting married?” Dayna mused as the younger woman was pulled into the other’s lap.

“Perhaps it’s to each other.” Joyce added. Her stare was intent. And then after a moment she turned back to Dayna. “So…tell me about *your* love-life,” she asked and it was Dayna who blushed.

“Well,” she shrugged. “Well it’s ok.”

“Only ok…not getting enough pussy?” Joyce waggled her eyebrows again.

“Well…no…not that…” the brunette shrugged. “Better than ok then…”

“I’m sensing there’s gonna be a but?”

“Well – yes…I suppose…you know how I took Cordelia home that night?”

“Yes…and I know you fucked her…you did her while you were on the phone to me…which was very Sexy you know…listening to you got me *so* hot Dayna…I *really* wanted to touch myself.”

“Huh! But you’re not allowed are you Joyce?”

Joyce frowned. “N-no…I mean it never used to be a big problem…I used to masturbate of course…occasionally…but now I want to *all* the time…a-and Faith doesn’t let me…” Her face fell and she blushed at the confession.

“Good!” Dayna said approvingly. Her face looked stern and Joyce shuddered realising just how much her friend had changed. “You belong to her, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Joyce stammered nodding.

“Well – then…and besides…I’m sure it keeps you nicely on edge sweetie…”

“Oh…you can’t guess…but can we not talk about how horny I am for a minute! We were talking about *your* love life, not mine!” Joyce said trying to shift the conversation from herself.

Dayna smirked. “Yes – well – so I’ve seen Cordy a few times – and…well and her girlfriend…Anya – do you know her?”

“Yeah – they both went to school with Buffy…and Faith…she works at our favourite adult book-store…”

“Yes – that’s her…such a tramp…well you see they have a very interesting relationship. They’re not exactly…well…*exclusive*…” she paused for a second and she smiled. “And they’re both submissive…so…” she shrugged.

“So, you fucked them both?” Joyce looked a little incredulously at her friend.

“Well they didn’t seem to mind…”

“Ohh…kinky…”

“Well…yeah…I mean they are both so hot…but I nearly passed out when Cordy suggested I take Anya home one night at the bar.”

“But you did anyway?”

Dayna grinned

“And you fucked her?”

“Of course!” Dayna arched an eyebrow. “After I’d spanked her of course…it would have been rude not to!”

“Oh – well good…so I’m not seeing the problem…unless you’re planning on a threesome…”

Dayna blushed and she coughed.

“Well…”

“Oh my god! You did that already…you did them both…oh…fuck Dayna…that’s – well – gosh! You lucky thing! What was *that* like?”

“It was nice…better than nice…” Dayna grinned. “It was amazing really…fucking Cordy with Anya’s tongue in my ass…mmm…that girl can *eat* ass…and she *loves* to take it up the ass too…I had Cordy sitting on her face while I pumped her ass with my new dildo…”

“Oooohh! A new dildo? So, you’ve been shopping?”

Dayna shrugged. “Well *that’s* Janice and Dawn’s fault!”

Joyce blinked. “How so?”

“Well…if they hadn’t left that porn around I wouldn’t have had to go buy more…and while I was there…”

“You bought a strap-on…”

“Well Anya was only too keen to help me chose one…and try it out…”

“Ohhh…oh I bet she was…so ok…I get it…but I’m still not seeing the problem…you’ve got two hot young sluts in your bed…both happy to let you dominate them…sounds like you hit the mother-lode!”

“Yeah – well maybe…but you see…” she paused, looking a little uncomfortable. “I want something more Joyce…I mean Cordy and Anya are great – but they’re really into each other…and yes, they love to play – but that’s all it is to them…fun…a-and I think I want something…” she shrugged again. “Something more…more permanent…well…i-it’s a bit confusing…”

“Come on honey…tell me…after what you know about me you can’t be embarrassed…and you never know…I might be able to help…” Joyce cajoled.

“Well…I really want what you and Faith have…even what Cordy and Anya and Janice and Dawnie have…you’re all so happy…so in love! It’s been the longest time since I’ve been in love…you know *really* in love!”

“Ohh… you want someone of your own…like…a relationship?”?”

“Yes…I don’t want to just play anymore…I mean I like spanking Cordy and Anya…but I want more than that…I want a subby little girl to make all mine…who I can lavish all my attention on…a Sex-slave…someone who belongs to me…everywhere…all the time…like you belong to Faith, Joyce…” Her voice became heated, passionate and her eyes flashed. “I want to rule her life…24/7…I want to control her…and train her…I want to shape her…I want to *dominate* her completely…I want her to be *mine*!”

“Oh…oh my…” Joyce breathed, visibly affected by her friend’s passion as the dark-haired woman’s full breasts heaved. “That’s…gosh…Dayna…that’s…” she fanned herself with her fingers. “Wow…you really have changed from the other week honey.”

“I guess I have…thanks to you…b-but I just don’t know how to go about it…I mean I can’t exactly put an ad in the Sunnydale Press…’submissive lesbian Sex slave wanted for life of domestic servitude, discipline and kinky Sex’!”

She rolled her eyes and Joyce smiled. “Well you *could* I guess: ‘Must be horny and obedient…with spankable bottom and juicy pussy’!”

“I like the sound of *that*!” Dayna laughed. “No previous experience needed…full slave training and strict discipline provided…”

“Nice girls turned bad…straight women turned queer…” Joyce laughed as well but Dayna shook her head.

“Yeah…right…nice idea Joyce but…I want the right girl…not just some trampy slut…well actually I do want a trampy slut…a trollop just like you sweetie…but you know what I mean…”

“Well you could include that in the ad!” Joyce added with a smirk. “’Trampy, slutty trollops only!’”

Dayna’s smile was crooked.

“Yes…but seriously Joyce, i-it’s like I know what I want now…at last – and it’s been a *long* time coming…but now I do…I just don’t know how to get it…I don’t even know where to begin…I mean it was easy with Cordy – and Anya – they just wanted to play…but I’ve never actually seduced a woman…” she looked a little strained as she finished.

“I understand honey…I do…but you’ll be fine…you just need to find the right one.”

Dayna blushed.

“I guess,” she said with a frown.

“It will be ok Dayna.”

They talked some more for a little while longer until Joyce had to hurry home. She was determined not to be late again.

After her friend left Dayna watched the two women across the coffee shop with interest for a while before she left as well.

***

Joyce cleared away the dinner plates, loading up the dishwasher.

“Dayna’s been discovering so much about herself,” she said from the kitchen. “She’s such a total Domme it’s untrue…you know…she’s been finding all about *that*. She had a threesome…with Cordelia and Anya!”

“Huh…figures…” Faith said from the living room. “Those two are such tramps…”

Joyce reappeared at the kitchen door. “Just like me then!” she said with a smile and she shimmied across towards her lover, one hand on her hip.

Faith smiled in return. “Yes…*just* like you my slutty little tramp!” she said, pulling the older woman closer and kissing her. “But they’ll let pretty much any woman spank them…and you know better than that? Don’t you Sweetness?”

“Ohhh…ohh y-yes darling,” Joyce replied with a moan at the sudden dominant intensity in her lover’s voice; the hardness in her eyes. Only *you* decide who spanks this tramp!”

“That’s right…so go on…”

Joyce continued telling her everything she had discussed with her friend.

“Oh and,” Joyce paused at last, colouring as she did so. “Sh-she was *very* interested in knowing about my caning – when I was late the other week – she apologised for making me late – but she *loved* that you punished me so hard!”

“Yeah?” Faith asked with a sideways look, her interest piqued.

Joyce nodded.

“I told you – total Domme…she wanted to know *all* about it…”

“And you told her?”

Joyce nodded, with a blush. “Y-yes…*everything*!”

“And how did that make you feel Sweetness?” Faith ran her hand up the older woman’s thigh.

“W-well…a bit weird actually…nervous…embarrassed…like when another woman hits on me.”

“Was Dayna hitting on you then?”

“No!” Joyce replied earnestly. “I-I d-don’t think so.”

“But you’d have liked it if she did wouldn’t you Sweetness?”

The golden-haired woman blushed, deeply.

“W-well m-maybe,” she stammered. “I-I think…”

“Did it get you hot Sweetness?”

She looked at Joyce with a smirk at the way the older woman reacted to her teasing about her about her friendship with Dayna; fully aware of how confused Joyce’s feelings were when it came to her recently self-aware, newly out and dominant friend.

Joyce shuddered.

“W-w-well…” she blushed again. Faith fingers traced a circle on her inner thigh. “I-I…y-yes…I guess…”

Faith’s eyes were hard now but hot, like smoking jet. “You’re such a horny slut aren’t you Joyce…I reckon if I let you, you’d let just about any woman bend you over, wouldn’t you? And your legs would open so easy…”

“Ohhh…” her lover’s fingers were maddening. Her Sex ached and her bottom seemed to throb. “Ohhh…g-gosh…oh I–I s-suppose so…”

Joyce hung her head in shame, realising the truth of her admission.

“It’s ok Sweetness,” Faith purred sliding her hand higher to cup Joyce’s womanhood, squeezing her through the damp fabric of her panties. “You know I don’t mind. You know I like you horny…perving on other chicks…I like that you’re a *dirty* old woman…”

“Ohh…ohhhhmmmm…” Joyce moaned as her lover stroked her through her underwear. She wondered vaguely if there were any limits to how slutty she could feel.

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