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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the other fandoms referenced in this fic. I don't know any of the actresses referenced in this fiction and I am making no money from it (as if) - please see author's notes for full disclaimer.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
Sappho in Servitude: the remaking of Joyce Summers
Part 5: A Natural Course of Events
Author's note: At long last...sorry it's been so long but this was exhausting to write!
As always love to hear your feedback.
Dramatis Personae

Willow Rosenberg: Alyson Hannigan
Tara MacClay: Amber Benson
Kennedy: Iyari Limon
Olivia Williams: Phina Oruche
Aura: Persia White
Joyce Summers: Kristine Sutherland
Faith Lehane: Eliza Dushku
Buffy Summers: Sarah Michelle Geller
Dayna Penshaw: Peri Gilpin
Maggie Walsh: Lindsay Crouse.
Sheila Rosenberg: Jordan Baker
Darla: Julie Benz
Katherine Mayfair
Dawn Summers: Michelle Trachtenberg
Janice Penshaw: Amber Tamblyn
Kendra Young: Bianca Lawson
Reggie Cates: Gabrielle Union
Gabriel (a waitress): Eva Longoria
Maggie (a barkeep): Jorja Fox
Couples at Pink Tango:
(Amanda Tapping and Teryl Rothery)
(Roxanne Dawson and Jeri Ryan)
(Susannah Thompson and Sara Ramirez)
Dylan Mayfair: Lyndsy Fonseca
Julie Mayer: Andrea Bowen
Penny Jenkins: Kaley Cuoco
Kayla Scavo: Rachel G Fox
Anya Jenkins: Emma Caulfield
Xander Harris: Nicholas Brendon
Daniel (Oz) Osbourne (another pervert): Seth Green

Intermezzi

“Eeeek!” Willow’s squeak broke the silence. The rest of the class looked around to where she sat between Tara and Kennedy. Professor Walsh looked up from the lectern, her flow interrupted. She frowned.

“Something you wish to share with us Ms Rosenberg?” she asked.

“Oh n-nohh…” The red head replied with a half moan. “S-s-sorry P-professor…I-I just…mmmmnnn…l-l-leg c-cramp…ohhh…” Her eyes were wide and her face flushed. The knuckle of her left whitened as she grasped, tightly, the edge of the desk in front of her.

On either side, her two lovers looked at her wryly.

In the subdued lighting of the lecture hall it wasn’t possible to see the way the red haired young woman’s short skirt was raised nor how her hand moved inside her panties.

Professor Walsh’s eyes narrowed before she resumed her lecture. Willow’s legs trembled.

“Ohh…oooofff…” she breathed as she pinched her clitoris. She knew she was going to come soon and she had no idea how she was going to keep it quiet.

In front of her on the desk among her text books and note pad there was a note in Tara’s neat handwriting. It said simply: ‘Make yourself come, cutie’.

***

“Ohhh…fuck yes! Oh…are you *sure* you’ve not done this before? Ohhh…mmmm…yes…that’s a good girl…”

Olivia hooked her right leg over the young woman’s shoulder, arching, her arms braced either side against the stall walls.

“Ohhh…yessss…right there…lick me *right*…*there*…ooooohhhh fuhhhhhckkkk…”

She had spotted the attractive young woman fumbling with her purse, struggling a little with her shopping bags, from across the mall. Undeniably attractive with her curves; her generous bottom and breasts; her smooth, dark skin, she had looked flustered and there was something about the rounded swell of her obviously pregnant belly that made her look…vulnerable; piquing Olivia’s interest. She had felt a familiar tickle run down her spine to settle in her centre.

Finding herself smiling, Olivia moved like a predator, catlike, to the struggling young woman’s assistance; and, helping her to a nearby coffee shop to buy her a decaf-latte she’d listened to the younger woman’s tale of woe. Her name was Aura. She was 20. Her boyfriend, Jesse, had done the decent thing standing by her but it was an arrangement that suited neither of them. He wanted his freedom and she…well, she didn’t want him anyway…

Olivia nodded, understanding; and she put her hand on Aura’s knee. Smiling an empathic smile, she traced little circles on the young woman’s thigh.

Aura’s breathing seemed to catch.

“You know, I think I know just what you it is that you need,” Olivia said.

Aura had looked up at the older woman and answered her smile with a hopeful look.

“What’s that?” she asked with a slight frown. Her voice sounded a little defeated.

The older woman grinned leaning in. “Pussy!” she whispered salaciously in her ear and Aura’s eyes had widened as Olivia moved in to kiss her.

Sitting on the toilet seat Olivia looked down at where the younger woman knelt on hands and knees on the bathroom floor, her head bobbing between her legs and her hips rolled as, any initial trepidation seemingly forgotten, Aura’s tongue busied itself, working with growing skill to perform a familiar magic.

“Mmmmmm…ohhhh…yes…so goooood…oh such a good little tramp’s tongue! Oooooooohhhh!”

“Mmmm-mmm-mmmmmfffff…” Aura mumbled, her cheeks damp, her senses filled with the unfamiliar musk of the older woman’s pleasure as she felt Olivia’s body squeeze tightly on her tongue and a sharp, viscous flood filled her mouth.

“Ohhh that was good…” Olivia panted a little later “Mmmmm…oh yes, you’re coming home with me my girl…I’ve got exactly the thing a little tramp like you needs!”

Aura looked up at the older woman a look of confusion on her face and Olivia smiled, leaning in to cup her face kissing her again, her tongue swirling in her mouth.

Below the young woman’s belly her core quaked, tightening in spasm.

It didn’t take long for Olivia to transport the younger woman to her apartment across town. She may even have run one or two, or was it three, red lights in her urgency to get the pregnant teen into her bed. Still, she was certain it would be worth it.

Once home she didn’t delay in undressing the younger woman, baring her soft, coffee coloured flesh; lighter than her own, but still beautiful, her hands skating over Aura’s swollen belly.

“Mmmm…beautiful…” she purred, dipping a hand beneath the pregnant swell, sliding between her legs; between liquid lips to probe the drenched flesh of her lovemouth.

“Ohhhhh…” the younger woman moaned.

“Mmmmm…good…now…let’s find you that cock…” Olivia breathed in her ear making her eyes widen in surprise

Aura’s eyes bugged wider still when the English woman showed her what it was she had in mind. The dildo was black, bigger than any cock Aura had ever seen. It strained her jaw, but with her new lover’s hand on her head, eventually she managed to swallow it.

She had never really been interested in her own Sex before today – perhaps it was her mixed up hormones. She didn’t know. While her friends on the cheer squad Cordelia, Anya and Harmony had been eating every pussy they could, she had been gaining a different reputation, sucking the cocks of the entire football squad. Still, she couldn’t help wondering, as the dildo filled her throat, how it would feel in her pussy; and her body quaked again as the older woman sat down, offering a hand to help her clamber on top, positioning herself above where she held it erect, jutting from her groin.

“Ohhhhhhh…ohhh fuhhhhhhckkkkahhhhhh!” Aura gasped as her lovelips enfolded the head of the black cockstand and its head strained the mouth of her core. “Ohhhh…ohhh so bi-iiiiggguhhhhh!” she groaned as body surrendered, straining to swallow the huge dildo.

“Good girl!” Olivia sang in praise. “There you go…take it all sweetheart!” she said as the younger girl sank, crying out, onto the shaft until her rounded belly settled against Olivia’s. “Oh…that’s it my girl…mmmm…now ride it sweetheart!”

“Ohhh…ahhh…ohhh…” Aura gasped as she rose up the shaft to sink herself back down its length and the baby kicked inside her.

***

Chapter 1: So, Seduce my Daughter

“Faith…oh darling…you’re here!” Joyce said breathlessly.

The young woman’s long dark wavy hair was tied in a ponytail behind her and tucked into a baseball cap with logo of her employer on it. The same logo adorned her overalls and her hands looked as if they had recently been cleaned of the effluvia of the work-shop.

Unfastened in front the baggy overalls hung on Faith’s hips and her breasts strained against the white wife beater she wore beneath. Her bare arms looked smooth and muscled. Dark, angular, predatorily female; Joyce thought she looked beautiful.

There was a tell-tale bulge at the crotch of Faith’s overalls. Joyce shuddered. She knew Faith didn’t enjoy packing. It could mean only one thing.

“Ohh…oh my!” she breathed, her core quaking in expectation.

Her lover grinned, looking her up and down in a lustful appraisal.

She barely registered a blush now in response to Faith’s lusty inspection as the younger woman plucked at her skirt, lifting it with a tug to bare her thighs and bottom.

The skirt was smart, tailored but close fitting and the fabric was fine enough to show the lines of her panties and the straps of her garter belt. And it was short – of course – reaching to just below her stocking tops. She had long since gone past being worried about the fact that it rode up when she moved or if she flashed what she wore beneath when she sat down or bent over.

Lifting the skirt further to fully expose her mature lover’s bottom, Faith let her hand roam the orbs of the older woman’s rump, squeezing and fondling them through the thin fabric of her low-rise panties.

“Oh yeah! That’s it…there we go…” Faith said appreciatively as she admired the exposed flesh. “*Such* a fine ass…just such a fine spankable, *fuckable*, slut’s ass,” she breathed heatedly.

Faith’s voice was husky. She was clearly horny as well and Joyce’s heart pattered as she answered softly, pressing herself into her lover’s hand as it swept over the pink, pantied curves before tugging the pale pink fabric up into the crack of her ass to reveal the fading tram-lines left by the cane. “Mmmmm…yours darling…*your* spankable, fuckable, slut’s ass.”

“And still showing those cane marks baby…mmmm…” Faith purred approvingly and her fingers traced along the fading ridges. “I like it when they’re still there next day…then I know you can still feel it…I know you *really* felt it!”

“Oh…Faith…darling…” Joyce arched giving her ass a little shake before pressing it into the dark haired young woman’s hand again. “I can! And they make me feel like you’re still there…still…” she bit her lip. “Still caning me!”

“Mmmm…that’s so hot…that why you seem kinda antsy Sweetness?”

“W-well…y-yes…I suppose darling…you know how it is…i-it’s just…oooooffff…oh I’m *horny*! I’m *so* horny!”

“Oh that!” Faith replied with a smirk. “Good!” Grinning, teasing the golden haired older woman, her eyes flashed. “It’s just how I like you baby. After all that’s what I’ve spent weeks teaching you isn’t it? To want to be mine…to *want* to do all the nasty things I want you to do as my sex slave…my slutty housewife…to love being my subby little whore?”

“Well – yes…know darling…and I do…I love it…being yours…”

Faith’s smile softened and leaning her head on one side she quirked an eyebrow.

It had been two days since the night Joyce had been forced to make love with her daughter and her head was still reeling a little from the experience.

And then, the following day – in the aftermath – she had been caned again by her lover – just as she had herself suggested that she should be. And even though it had been at her own requesting it had been no less intensely agonising than ever; and her tearful distress had been deep and genuine; her pleas desperate; but afterwards she had been wanton, passionate and submissively sensual as ever as she had spread her legs to give herself to her lover.

For Buffy, meanwhile, it seemed that things had reached a strange point of calm; a sort of hiatus as if she were in the eye of her own emotional storm – at least for the time being. Standing in the doorway to Faith and Joyce’s bedroom she had not railed to see her mother draped, her head and shoulders hanging below her upturned bottom over the padded, leather covered bench at the foot of their bed as the cane fell. Instead she watched with understanding and acceptance, her eyes heavy and filled with a covetous envy that revealed the profound depth of her longing as her mother was first disciplined and then afterwards, used hard by her young lover.

And afterwards, when they spoke, she confessed to the sharp sense of envy she felt; admitting to Joyce how much she wanted to be claimed and controlled, dominated utterly in the same way.

“You’re so lucky Mom…I-I almost can’t believe I’m saying this – but I do get it now…Faith and you – you belong together. She was born to own your ass…and you were made to be hers…her slut…”

Joyce had felt a sudden surge in her breast, recognising the truth in her daughter’s words and she smiled bashfully.

“So you don’t mind…this?” she asked Buffy. Naked, except for her hose and heels, her face was still flushed, her eyes puffy some while later and the red stripes across her bottom were stark, livid while her lovelips were flushed and swollen, pink where they had stretched to swallow her lover’s phallus.

Buffy shook her head a little sadly.

“No,” she said. “Not any more…I-I guess I’m actually happy for you.”

“Oh Buffy!” Joyce said softly, hugging her daughter close and their bodies moulded instinctively to each other, reminding them both of making over to one another – as if they needed a reminder. “You don’t know how happy that makes me. I was worried…after…you know…”

“After we…had sex?”

Joyce nodded.

“Yes…after we made love…I thought you might be even more confused than before…”

“No – it’s a bit weird maybe…I mean I guess I should be…but I’m not…I mean…” she blushed. “I admit…I want you Mom…I know I shouldn’t…I know it’s *wrong* but I do…” She shrugged, smiling a little. “But I’m ok with how things are for you…with Faith…I know for you it’s all about *her*.”

“You understand don’t you Buffy…that it wasn’t really about you? It was about me…about Faith finding new ways to test me…to teach me…to stretch me…”

Buffy smiled.

“Yes – of course Mom…I wondered at first why she didn’t fuck me as well…but then I saw her…as she made love to you…she wasn’t interested in me…she was so into you…it seemed to radiate from her! I could have been Julia Roberts in handcuffs and dipped in chocolate and she still wouldn’t have noticed. She hasn’t got any space in her for anyone except you…and then I realised…having you fuck me…it was about you…about making you do something so kinky…about your submission…and that’s all hers…*you’re* all hers…”

Joyce couldn’t help but beam a wide smile at her daughter’s words and from where she sat near to them, she could see Faith blush in a way that was quite out of character. Then the dark-haired Top smiled and Joyce’s heart lurched at the look in her lover’s eyes.

“She *loves* you Mom – and – you…you love her as well…don’t you?” Buffy smiled again as she continued. “I can’t help but be happy for you Mom. It’s just that I want to feel that…I’ve known what I want for so long now…someone to love me *that* much…that they can do that to me…that they want to dominate me so completely as Faith dominates you…to make me submit to anything…to make me feel everything. I want…I want to be caned like that…I know it will hurt – I saw how much it hurts…but I want it…I want to be forced to do the things Faith makes you do…I want someone to make me hers…their *slut*…to own every last bit of me…like Faith owns you…”

Joyce hadn’t really known what to say as she hugged her daughter close again feeling that shiver of arousal run through her at the feeling of the petite blonde in her arms and, a little guiltily, she found herself wondering if Faith would ever want her to make love with Buffy again. And she couldn’t help but hope, once more, that she would. It was hard to get the possibility out of her head and the ache in her centre grew.

But that had been some days ago now and Faith had shown no further interest in having the two of them perform for her again; and despite her disappointment Joyce understood why all too well. It was just as Buffy had identified, having the two of them make love wasn’t about Joyce’s pleasure as such – though having her find pleasure in such a taboo was clearly part of it – so much as it was about continuing her training; teaching her that there were indeed no limits to what Faith could demand of her; no depths to which she could not be taken. And, once that taboo had been broken, that line breached, that lesson learned; there was more to be gained in denying her a second bout with Buffy so that her hunger only served to sharpen her perverted sexual desire for her daughter and she became ever more subject to the depraved, sinful lusts that Faith wanted her to feel.

“So…horny eh? How horny?” Faith’s hands drifted over her, cupping her bottom, brushing up between her thighs, squeezing her breasts through her seethru blouse.

Joyce shuddered, blushing even though she felt a familiar shudder and she gave Faith a smile.

“*Very*!” She fluttered her lashes. “Cunt dripping; clit *throbbing*; wet panties horny…just the way you like me darling!”

Her lover grinned. “Good girl,” she said kissing her hard, and her tongue was assertive in Joyce’s mouth. Already dizzy, it made her head spin, her knees shaking.

“Mmmmmm…that’s right Sweetness…keeping you in heat…a horny MILF in her wet panties…is exactly what I want…how I want you! You know that don’t you…it keeps you submissive…a randy little lezzie housewife gagging for pussy…ready to do exactly as you’re told!”

“Ohhhh…ohhmmmmffff!” Joyce groaned again as Faith’s tongue probed her mouth. “Mmmmmffff…ohhhmmmm…yuh-yess Faith…I-I a-am darling...you know I am…so wet for pussy…I’ve been wet all morning darling…a-and every time I move…my ass…it stings! And when I sit down...I *do* feel like you’re caning me all over again… i-it’s *always* like that when you punish me now darling…knowing you did that to me…th-that you’re going to do it again…and again…that I can’t do anything to stop you…makes me feel so submissive…so horny…so *slutty*!”

“Ohh Joyce…” Faith breathed; her voice hot, ragged with her own arousal and she kissed her again.

After a minute, she took a breath and they both paused, breasts heaving.

“You’re so sexy Sweetness; such a hot little whore,” Faith said softly, leaning her forehead against Joyce’s for a moment. “And you know,” she said a moment later, quirking a wry eyebrow. “You totally rock this slutty MILF look, Sweetness.”

“I’m glad you think so baby…” Joyce said with a coquettish smile and she arched again and straightened her stocking clad legs, pushing her bottom into her lover’s hand. “And I *love* dressing to look like a slutty, trampy MILF for you darling…”

Faith looked her up and down again.

“You look exactly how I want you to be babe…classy, smart, mature; proper…but slutty, trampy…like a *whore*…like a slut who got her whore’s ass whupped hard just last night, but now she’s ready to go again…like you’re desperate to get fucked! Like you’re just made for sex!”

“Oh, but I *am* darling…I am made for sex…for spanking and *dirty*, perverted, *lezzie* sex…” Joyce’s voice was husky, seductive and her eyes were liquid, hot with lust.

“Mmmm…you look so hot…so trampy with your skirt up…in your little pink panties and your stockings and garters!” She pulled up on Joyce’s panties again, pulling them deep into the divide of her ass tightening them between her legs, against her sex; making her squeak and then moan.

“Not that I don’t like plenty of your other outfits as well Sweetness…” Faith continued smoothly but her voice was raw. “I mean I *love* that pleated skirt that makes you look like a trampy, 40 year old, schoolgirl slut…I like how it lets *everyone* know that you’re a bottom as well as a slut...I mean – why else would an elegant, mature woman like you, dress like that…like you never stopped being the school slut…the girl *everyone* knew was easy…always ready to put out...a subby little bottom who’d open her legs to let anyone fuck her…mmmm…only now you’re a subby little bottom who only gives it up for girls!”

“Oh…but I *am* easy darling,” Joyce breathed with feeling, panting a little as her lover continued to fondle her all over. “You *know* I’d put out for you anytime…any place you say…like a dirty girl…like the school slut…you could take me behind the bleachers…make me drop my panties…and put me on my back…open my legs…so I’m ready for you to bone me…or you could make me get on my knees to eat your pussy…or bend me over for you to spank my slutty ass…with all your friends watching…waiting to take turns on me…”

“Oh damn,” Faith gasped. “That’s so hot baby…I’d have loved you to have been my slutty MILF back in high school Sweetness...mmmm…I'd have made you come to school with me every day dressed in a skimpy, *trampy* skirt and a tiny, tight top! So everyone would have seen your cane marks this morning! And then they’d all have known what a dirty, slutty, subby little old lezzie whore you are.”

Joyce breathed heavily. Things were not getting easier as Faith continued to work to deepen her arousal, slipping her fingers beneath her to run them up and down the vee of her pussy fingering her heated sex through the damp fabric of her panties, rubbing the erect button of her clit.

“Ohhhh…oh a-and then they’d know I’d been punished by you...that I was your bottom…your slutty, subby bottom…ooooohhmmm…”

She moaned as Faith pulled upwards on her panties again as the fingers of her other hand continued to strum her love-button through the thin fabric, teasing her

“Yep…they would…they *all* would… I’d have you sat on my knee at recess and touched you up…let everyone see my hand up your skirt…mmmm…up between your legs…” Faith grinned, kissing her. “Just think…everyone looking at you and talking about you…”

“Ohhh…” Joyce shook, blushing, but she was filled with excitement at Faith’s fantasy. “Wh-what would they have said darling?” she asked breathlessly.

“Oh, maybe they’d have said; ‘Hey look! Isn’t that Buffy’s Mom? She’s so hot…but she’s *such* a *slut*! I mean *look* at her on Faith knee…getting her goodies felt up…she must be such a dyke-slut…I mean is she even *wearing* panties?’”

Joyce groaned and they shared a look that was half goofy grin, half leer. “Ohhhh...would I have been?”

“What do you think?” Faith grinned, winking.

“Ohh…probably not…I probably had to take them off earlier…I mean with a skirt that short…I’d look like *such* a slut…” Then she grinned, continuing her lover’s fantasy. “And they’d have said, ‘Just *look* at that tramp! She must *love* pussy! She’s such a total dyke! Yeah – didn’t you *hear* them in the girls’ bathroom earlier? She was begging Faith to let her eat her pussy! Yeah – she’s so lucky Faith is *fucking* her! And did you see those marks on her ass when Faith put her hand up her skirt? Faith must have caned her! I bet she’s always getting her slutty ass spanked! Oh, I bet the subby, slutty, rug-munching, lezzie whore loves it…”

Faith moved closer squeezing her ass and her sex at the same time. Joyce could feel the hard, bulge at her lover’s groin against her hip as she pulled her close. “That would have been *so* hot Sweetness. You’d have made an amazing slutty MILF for me in high school! The whole school would have been so jealous…”

“Ohh...oh m-my g- gosh Faith. Th-that's...oh I *wish* we'd been able to do that...dressed as your trampy high school slut…so everyone would have known you were banging me…so everyone knew I was your slutty old lezzie MILF…that my holes belonged to you…that you *owned* this dyke’s whore-holes …”

“Mmmmm...oh yeah…mmm…maybe you should go back to high school Sweetness…like in that movie with Drew Barrymore! We should see if we can pass you off as a senior…then we could get you hazed by the cheer squad – so you have to put out for all of them. Yeah…I can just imagine what it would be like for you having to eat them all out after they've taken turns spanking you…now that’s’ what *should* have happened in that movie…”

“Ohhh...ohh g-gohd...” Joyce gasped alarm and excitement warring inside her. “B- but would you really make me do that? W-would you Faith, darling?”

Faith smiled, pausing; seeming to give the idea serious consideration, and Joyce felt panic and arousal twist and twine inside her.

“Probably not Sweetness,” Faith said, quirking an eyebrow. “Though I reckon you could pull it off for a few days maybe.” She said thoughtfully and Joyce shuddered. Then the younger woman winked at her and she said. “It's a nice fantasy though isn’t it Sweetness?”

“Ohhhh…” Joyce gave a sigh that was only partially one of relief. “Y-yes…” she breathed.

Faith looked at her. “You *are* horny today aren’t you babe?” she asked and Joyce gave a tiny nod in reply.

“Y-yes darling…ooooh…ooohhhfff!” she moaned as the younger woman squeezed her sex again, pressing a finger into the split between her folds. Her hips moved, thrusting against the pleasure of that pressure as her lover’s finger moved tortuously; rubbing her clit through her panties.

“Mmmm…is it just the feeling of these marks got you revved baby?” The younger woman traced her finger again along the still raised blemish of the cane marks, making Joyce groan, shuddering. “Or is there something else as well? Hmmm?”

“Ohhhh…” Joyce groaned. “Well the marks really don’t help…and then there’s…Buffy…and…well…” Joyce fluttered her lashes at her young lover. “You know darling…you just get me so turned on!”

“Well…perhaps we should do something about that for you Sweetness…” Faith said with a grin, squeezing the older woman’s sex, pressing into divide of her sex through the sodden fabric before plucking at her panties. “Let’s pretend we’re behind those bleachers baby…”

“Ohh…oh Faith…” and Joyce looked coyly, sideways, knowingly at the younger woman, playing along as her panties eased over her hips. “Oh…Faith…n-no…n-not here p-please…d-don’t take my panties down…s-someone might see us…I-I m-mean…all the other parents are just over there…w-watching the game…th-they might see…you *fucking* me…they might see what a slut I am...”

Faith grinned. “So *hot*!” she breathed. Then she said: “Hush Mrs S,” slipping into her part in turn. “Or do you want me to bend you over and spank you first? I’ve brought that new paddle with me...then people *will* hear you…they’ll hear you crying…begging…and then they’ll definitely come see…”

“Ohhh…oh n-nohh…p-please d-don’t spank me…n-not h-here…I-I’ll be a g-good slut for you Faith,” Joyce replied breathlessly, giving a shake of her hips and a slight wriggle to help her panties down her legs. “Look my panties are down…Faith…please I-I do w-want you to fuck me Faith…fuck my wet, slutty MILF’s *cunt*...th-then maybe…you c-could spank me later – when you get me home…you could spank me and paddle me…a-and m-maybe cane me…”

“Mmm…think I’ll do just that Joyce…but for now…” her hand reached into her overalls to extract the dildo Joyce knew she was packing. “Time you had some girl-cock in you Mrs S’…”

“Ohhhhh! Oh my!” Joyce said with a wide-eyed look, her voice husky. “That’s a new dildo Faith! I-it’s v-very big…I-I d-don’t know if I-I c-can take all that!” she reached out to run her hand along its grippy silicon shaft. “O-oh m-my!” she repeated herself. “That’s *bi-ig*!”

“Yes…it is, isn’t it Joyce…I’m glad it’s going in you and not me…we’re going to have to work real hard to get it *all* the way up you … and yeah it’s going to stretch your pussy…and it is *very* long as well…it’s going to go very deep inside your cunt…all the way up…probably gonna make you squeal…but I’m sure a slut like you can take it all Joyce!”

“Ohh… oh I’ll *try* Faith…oh m-my p-poor pussy…I-I j-just *really* hope no-one saw us come back here…th-they might hear you make me squeal…th-they might come and check on us…oh g-gosh…t-they might catch you fucking me with *that*!”

“Yeah…they might Joyce…then they’d all know what a slut you are…what a slutty, lezzie MILF!”

“Ohhh…oh th-they would, wouldn’t they Faith…oh m-my…everyone would know I’m your slutty MILF!”

“That’s right Joyce…they would…now then...time you got busy…” Faith said, putting her hand on the top of Joyce’s head as she did so. “Why don’t you give this a good suck first – get it nice and slimy before we fill your pussy with it?” And she pulled her downwards making her bend towards her until she kissed the dildo’s head and parted her lips to take it into her mouth.

“Mmmmm…mmmmm…mmmmmfffffhhhh!” Joyce mumbled as she began to suck.

“That’s right Joyce…just like that…mmm…what a slutty MILF…sucking girl-cock behind the bleachers…it’s not really a surprise that Buffy was getting gang-banged by the cheer-squad in the showers after the last practice…with a mom like you…and I think I saw Dawnie being taken in there earlier…I reckon they’re going to do her tonight as well…after the game. The Summers family are all such *sluts*! Maybe we should see if they wanna do mom as well!”

“Mmmmmnnn…mmmmmmnnnnuummmfff…mmmmnnn…mmmngggguuuuhhhhffffmmm…” came Joyce’s muffled groan in reply as she struggled to swallow the dildo, her head spinning at the fantasy that Faith’s words ignited in her brain; as they pretended what might have happened.

“Mmmmm…*that* would be hot…all three of you in the locker room after practice…all taking three big dildos at once…mmmmm…three airtight Summers sluts…you know I better talk to Amy about that Joyce! She’ll get those cheer-sluts in order…they’re mostly all subby tramps but Amy and Kendra and Kimberley will get them ready to fuck you all!”

“Nnnnnngggguhhhhhhhhmmmmmffffff!” was all Joyce could say, but she felt her body become liquid tension as her head reeled and she imagined what it would have been like to have been gang-banged like that right-alongside her daughters.

Faith’s hand was in Joyce’s hair moving her head so her mouth and throat slid up and down on the shaft of the dildo, making her gag and swallow, drooling down its length.

“That’s it Mrs S…suck that cock…swallow it all…get it ready to go in your pussy…mmmmm…there’s a good slut…mmmmmm now then…up you come…let’s get you down on the grass…on your back…” Faith grinned, pressing Joyce down onto the carpeted floor of the gallery. “…come on Joyce…get those legs open nice and wide…let me see your pussy…then we’ll find out if you can keep quiet while I bone you…maybe gag you with your panties…so people don’t come and see what’s happening to you!”

“Ohhh…ohhh gohhhhd!” Joyce moaned through lips bruised with suction as Faith forced her legs wide to press the dildo’s head to the lips of her lovemouth. “Ohhhh! So b-bi-iiiggg Faith…oooooohhhh!” As her lover entered her she wasn’t really acting any more. Hooked over Faith’s arms her legs kicked as her lover thrust hard into her. “Ohhhh…god Faith…oh gohhhhdddd…fuhhhhck…f-fuck me…fuck me hard…m-make me scream…I-I d-don’t care who hears…I don’t care if the whole school sees me…if all the kids and all the teachers and parents see you pound me…pound my pussy…I-I’m a slut…a lezzie slut…j-just like I’ve always been…l-like I was at school…wh-when I-I ate out all the girls field hockey squad…before they took turns to fuck meeeeeeeeeee!”

Joyce bucked, humping against her lover’s thrusts as she lost herself in the fantasy that they’d constructed.

“Yeah…that’s it Joyce…ohhh…” Faith growled. “I think they can hear you Joyce…they’re coming to see what’s going on…to see who’s getting fucked down here…and now they’re watching you Joyce…they’re watching a slutty, trampy MILF getting pounded by her daughter’s schoolfriend! Can you hear them Joyce…can you see them watching you? They’re all *watching* you Joyce…watching you come like a slut Joyce!”

“Ahhh…ahhhhhhh!” Joyce cried out gasping as a paroxysm of orgasm surged up through her and she tightened around the dildo’s shaft, gripping it with her velvet walled core as her back arched and her legs strained kicking above her head. “Ohhh…y-yes Faith oh….th-they’re *all* watching…Buffy…a-and Dawn…and Willow…and Xander Harris…a-and Dayna….and Cordelia’s mom…and Anya’s dad…and the whole cheer-squad…and the football team…Principle Snyder…and Ms Calendar…a-and R-Rupert…ohhh gohhhd…all watching you fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!”
Her feet kicked and her back arched as she shook, shattering, coming apart beneath her thrusting lover.

“That was *amazing*,” she huffed a little later as Faith helped her up from the gallery floor. “Oh I *wish* we’d been able to do that darling…while you were still in high-school…”

“Mmmmm…yeah…it’s great fantasy Sweetness…you think we should to try the real thing? Next time the Razorbacks play? You can dress up like a schoolgirl and I’ll take you behind the bleachers and bone your slutty ass!”

“Ohhh…” Joyce panted, her eyes glazing as Faith kissed her, pocketing her panties before leaving her shaking in the aftermath. “Oh yes please darling!”

***

Joyce was still shaking a little while later when her friend Dayna walked through the Gallery’s door.

Joyce had still seen nothing of Dayna since *that* night; the night she had given her friend her submission; the night she had been shared by Faith for the second time. But, still. she had been confident her friend would reappear at some point – when she was ready – when she had got over whatever nervousness or discomfort she felt in the aftermath.

Still, the auburn-haired woman’s appearance that afternoon, as she was taking distracted inventory of a delivery of new lesbian erotica, took Joyce by surprise.

“Oh – oh Dayna…h-hi…” she said blushing under the gaze of her attractive, dominant friend as Dayna made no attempt to disguise her enjoyment of the way the diaphanous material of her seethru blouse left her breasts open to her gaze. Joyce felt, once again, her friend’s sensual, heavy eyed appreciation. Unbidden her nipples hardened and Dayna’s smile sharpened as she watched them strain against the flimsy material. Joyce felt herself melting anew despite her earlier bout with Faith; the memory of Dayna’s hand on her bottom and the dildo in her ass sweeping over her to leave her quaking and hot. It was perhaps the last thing she needed after the intensity of her lunchtime assignation with her lover.

‘Oh…oh not again…’ she sighed internally, but she could not stifle her own enjoyment at her friend’s unabashed lechery.

“Nice…Joyce…” Dayna murmured standing tall to look Joyce up and down and as she breathed deep her generous breasts lifted, demanding Joyce’s reciprocal attention. “You look *slutty* honey! In fact, you look like you’ve only just been fucked sweetie!” She waggled her eyebrows. “It’s a good look on you?”

Dayna’s words were reminiscent of Faith’s earlier comment and the golden-haired woman felt her core quake, tightening under her friend’s admiring, lustful scrutiny. It dawned on her that Dayna might actually have called intending to have her way with her; and she was not at all certain that she would find it possible to refuse her friend if she decided to seduce her.

However, she need not have worried. Though it was clear that Dayna was enjoying the sight of Joyce’s discomfiture just as much as she was the way her erect nipples peaked the thin translucent material of her blouse, her smile made it clear she was not intent on seduction.

“How are you Dayna,” Joyce asked, her voice breaking into a nervous stammer. “I-it’s nice to see you.”

Dayna’s smile became a small frown. The auburn-haired Domme looked suddenly a little nervous, uncertain in return.

“Are you sure?” she said. “After the other night…I didn’t want to cause you any problems…”

“Oh you haven’t,” Joyce said reassuringly. “I was just a little concerned that you might have come by for…well you know…”

“To fuck you again?” Dayna smiled coyly and she looked at Joyce intently, her dark brown eyes narrowing, her gaze focussing lustfully again. “Well, while I love the view honey…” her eyes flickered down over Joyce’s nearly naked chest once again. “And I definitely enjoyed Topping you the other night...mmmm…you really are a great fuck you know Joyce! So yes, I enjoyed you very much indeed! But I know what the deal was…I was only there to help take you deeper. Faith was the headliner of that show – I was just a guest star…and I don’t think you’re really a two-woman-girl are you Joyce?”

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief and even as Dayna’s words resonated with Buffy’s comments her face crinkled into a smile. “Well…I certainly enjoyed it as well…” she said and she shrugged. “And you’re a great Domme…you really know how to make a girl scream!”

Dayna coughed, blushing and grinning at the same time.

“Thank you, Joyce…you’re so sweet!” she answered. “And you made it very easy for me honey – *you* are such a slutty bottom honey…you were so into it…”

Joyce grinned at her friend’s compliment. “Well it’s not the first time I’ve been shared like that Dayna…though only when my darling Faith says so,” she shrugged. “But then my legs open wide right away!” She said almost proudly and he gave her friend a coy look. “But…you kinda know that already sweetie…”

“Mmmm…yeah – well I guess I do at that…they certainly did open very easily honey!” she said. “Very easily and very wide…”

“Well that’s all down to my darling Faith…she’s trained me very well Dayna,” Joyce said softly from below her lashes.

“Yes…yes she has…sweetie…you’re a very well-trained slut…mm-mmm…and I bet you’re dripping right now aren’t you Joyce?”

Joyce shivered, nodding.

“Oooooh…oh y-yes Dayna…attractive women…attractive, *dominant* women…” she looked admiringly at the brunette. “Have that effect on me!” She purred.

“Are you flirting with me Joyce Summers? I’m sure Faith would like to hear about that!”

“Me Dayna?” Joyce’s reply was coy. “Of course, not…it’s just that I know a hot Domme when I see one!”

“Flatterer!” Dayna said and she winked at her friend.

Joyce shrugged in response. “As I say…well trained!” she said with a grin.

“Mmmm…” Dayna purred. “Well, I won’t pretend that I’m not sorely tempted to put you across my knee right now Joyce Summers and warm that flirty, well-trained fanny of yours…I’m *sure* it would be good for you but, it’s true sweetie…I’m not here to seduce you! As I say…you’re not really a two-woman-girl, are you? And besides…you belong to Faith…I wouldn’t play with her property – without her say so anyway. That would be no way to thank her – even though you *are* a great fuck! And mmmmm…oh your tongue in my pussy…”

Dayna rolled her eyes in delight and Joyce smiled at her friend with relief but at the same time the slightest sense of disappointment shivered through her that Dayna hadn’t visited with a view to a second go-round.

“Well thank you Dayna but…you’re a wonderful Domme sweetheart…and it takes two to tango…”

“Or three sometimes…”

They shared their joke smiling, the submissive with her eyes lowered while the Domme looked down on her; and then Joyce offered her friend a seat, before respectfully waiting for Dayna’s permission to join her. Though they were not lovers, they did find that their roles came naturally to them now: Joyce could not forget the feel of Dayna’s hand warming her ass, nor her weight above her as she made love to her; and for her part Dayna could not help but remember her friend’s skilful lips and tongue nor her wildly passionate response when she entered her bottom.

They both knew that their friendship would never be quite equal again.

But still they talked, laughing, like the old friends they were despite that underlying thread of sexual tension that now hung between them. The dark haired Domme’s nipples strained her blouse as well and Joyce was certain Dayna must be just as wet as she was. Yet they both found themselves amazed at how easy it was to sit together and they talked, companionably, for a while. But even as they did so Joyce became aware that there was something else to her friend’s demeanour as if she was edgy, uncomfortable.

“So how have you been, Dayna?” she asked again gently.

“Well…you see…it’s all just been a bit confusing since the other night,” she said.

“Oh, I’m sorry Dayna…I don’t think that it was meant to confuse you…but I thought you said that you understood that I belong to Faith…”

“Oh no! It’s not that!” the auburn-haired woman protested.

“It’s not,” Joyce said, looking a little puzzled. “What then?”

Dayna blushed.

“I-I don’t know. It’s…now I think about it…it’s weird really…I don’t…well it’s sort of *embarrassing*.” Dayna said.

“Weird? Dayna honey, I think we’re past weird and as for embarrassing? Did you forget putting me over your knee the other night? Before pounding my pussy and my asshole until I was coming…a screaming, slutty, gushing mess…I think we’re past the point of being worried about that sort of thing honey!”

She looked at Dayna for a moment and then the two of them burst out laughing.

After a while their laughter subsided.

“Honestly – you can tell me anything Dayna,” Joyce said, wiping her eyes.

“Well…you see Joyce…it’s not actually about you…”

***

Joyce sang softly to herself, a dreamy sounding low hum, wordless but almost light; happy.

Buffy watched her from the bathroom door as her mother ran the shower, slipping out of her skirt with a shrug of the hips before bending to recover it from her ankles. Of course, her panties were still in Faith’s pocket after lunchtime and she had not worn a bra that day. Naked now her breasts swayed as she moved. Her bare bottom still showed the pale, fading marks of the previous night’s caning across the wide, generously curved expanse of pale flesh.

Buffy swallowed as her mother’s rump was bared to reveal the unmistakeable evidence of her last encounter with the cane.

Shaking at the sight, the young blonde’s hand stole down her body to clasp her core.

Still bending, Joyce flashed a glimpse of her liquid pink lovemouth, her lips plump, the half-hidden flesh within, coral and crinkled, succulent and Buffy squeezed her crotch through her jeans her heart racing, her index finger pressing into the split of her sex, rubbing, moving the ridge of the seam of her jeans against her button, chafing her tender flesh through her moistening panties. Remembering the heat, the feel, the flavour of her mother’s pussy in her mouth she shuddered.

Standing, Joyce sighed, her hand sketching over her rose striped buttocks. “Ooooh…*what* a day…I’m just so horny!”

She looked over her shoulder at her daughter, shaking her head to see her fondle herself.

“Oh Buffy! I wish *I* was allowed to do that, dear.” She moaned softly, watching her daughter intently as she unzippered her jeans to plunge her hand inside her panties. The young blonde moaned, her hips working.

“I just *wish* I could jill *my* bean like that,” Joyce purred. “Mmmm…fuhhhck…ooooh it looks so good…I hope Faith gets in soon…” she breathed, her frustration clear as she opened the shower door. “Never mind the shower, *I’m* going to be a dripping faucet by the time she gets back…she is going to have to spank me *so* hard!”

Buffy’s eyes were heavy as she watched her Mom and she shuddered, curling her fingers up inside her wetness, thinking of her mother being spanked again. Her hips churned and she groaned.

“L-l-lucky you mom…I just wish *I* had someone to spank *me* hard…” she panted watching as Joyce flashed her a coy smile before stepping into the shower to close the door behind her. Steam formed on the glass to obscure Buffy’s view. She frowned.

“You know dear,” her mother called from under the shower a moment later. “Dayna Penshaw called by at the gallery this afternoon.”

“Oh?” Buffy asked. Her core tightened around her fingers.

“Yes dear…you know she’s been seeing Cordelia and Anya…and Harmony…off and on…for a few weeks now?”

“Errr…no…no I didn’t…” Buffy answered with a sort of frown. It was typical of those three she thought, remembering their reputations at high-school. Where she had only had her brief fling with Faith and then her relationship with Willow to speak of, the other three had steadily worked through the cheer-squad; the girls’ swim-team; the soccer team and the female half of the Glee Club, as well as several members of the faculty. This list of pussies they’d eaten was a long one.

“Well…yes…she has…” Joyce seemed to hesitate a moment before she continued. “But you see…now she’s reached the stage where she’d like to try something more…permanent…she’d like to find a girl of her *own*…a little tramp…to dominate…make into her sex slave…”

Buffy frowned, her core tightening a little around her fingers.

“Good for her…” she said a little puzzled by the direction of the conversation. She wished she could see her mother soap herself.

“Yeah…well I invited her over…” Joyce said from the shower thinking back to the afternoon and to Dayna’s confession.

***

“You see,” Dayna said suddenly a little hesitant. “It *was* after the other night that I realised something…when Buffy interrupted us…”

“I don’t understand Dayna – what did you realise?”

Dayna hesitated, taking a breath. “Well…you see…that…hmmm…it was then that I realised that Buffy is *exactly* what I want!”

“Buffy?” Joyce blurted out and then she paused, stammering. “Oh…my…oh I see…”

Dayna blushed.

“I’m sorry Joyce – but she looked so cute…such a bratty little tramp…I so wanted to put her over my knee right there and then and paddle her tight, trampy, little butt! A-and now I just can’t stop thinking about her…about spanking her…about…” She paused briefly. “About *fucking* her…about taking control of her…making her mine…my slutty little sex-slave!”

Joyce looked at her friend with a sort of wide-eyed grin. “Oh Dayna! Oh my!” she said and everything seemed to drop into place; everything Buffy had said; everything she so obviously needed; everything that Dayna had told her she wanted as well.

“I’m sorry Joyce – I know – it’s wrong…b-but I can’t help it…she’s lovely…I really want her…please forgive me!”

“Forgive you? But Dayna…there’s nothing to forgive! That’s *exactly* what she needs Dayna!” she cried. “I mean, *you’re* exactly what she needs!”

“What?”

“Look Dayna – it’s ok! Really it is – she’s an adult – even though she doesn’t always act like it. And she’s a lesbian…and she’s definitely a sub…a sub that really *needs* a Domme! You’d be perfect for her sweetie!”

“So, you don’t mind if I…well…if I…”

“Seduce my daughter, Dayna?”

“Well…” Dayna blushed. “Yes…I suppose so…you don’t mind?”

“Mind?” The golden-haired woman laughed out loud at her friend. “No of course not Dayna! Isn’t it all any mother wants – for her kids to be happy? And…I think *you* can make her happy! I promise you – I know my daughter and you’re right – she’s a brat! A slutty, subby little brat who needs to be put in her place by a good, strong woman! Faith says that’s why Willow and she split up and I think she’s right – they’re both submissive! Willow’s just the same – apparently, her new girlfriends are *very* strict at keeping her in line!” Joyce ran a hand through her hair at the thought of having two Mistresses like Willow, remembering her night with Dayna and Faith; and the night her lover had shared her with Kendra. She shuddered wondering what it would be like to have that all the time. “You can keep Buffy in line sweetie…you can be just what she needs – a strict, dominant mistress…”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course I am! My best friend is going to be my daughter’s Top! It’s wonderful! And, didn’t I tell you, you’d find the right woman!”

“Well…” Dayna said, blushing again. “Yes, you did…and that’s…you’re very sweet Joyce…but well…the problem is Joyce – I’m still not really sure how to go about it…I’ve never started a relationship with a woman before – I mean – it’s not the same as picking up a tramp like Cordy or Anya, or Harmony in a bar…I mean they just want to get picked up…they just want to play – and they’ve been fun – but I want something more – you know I do. I don’t want to just pick up Buffy – I don’t want to play with her like with those others. I want to make her *mine*! And I want her to know she’s going to be mine…that she’s got no choice…and I want her to want it anyway…I-I just don’t know how to go about it.”

“Well if I know my daughter,” said Joyce with a serious look; “I suggest you go about it with a *very* firm hand indeed. Don’t give her any choice – get her naked, then spank her and fuck her! Take control of her – just like Faith did with me. Date her; tell her how it’s going to be – with you in charge – right from the get-go and don’t give her a choice! Make sure you’re ready to spank her first! If she’s anything like me she’ll probably need it but at least she already knows she’s a lezzie slut. I *know* you’ll have her legs open easily enough Dayna!”

“Are you *sure*?” Dayna asked a little shocked. “You think that’s what she needs?”

Joyce laughed. “It’s the only way to deal with us Summers girls! Gosh did my bottom get it that first night with Faith…and most nights since…” She rubbed her bottom pointedly. “But I was on my back, spreading my legs like a slut just as soon as she told me to!”

Dayna frowned still a little unsure but her heart raced and her pulse throbbed behind her clit.

“Well – I suppose…”

“So – are you going let me set you up with Buffy then?”

“Well…I suppose I am…” Dayna said with a grin. “Though I really don’t know how to *take control* like that.”

“Oh, you don’t need worry about that Dayna! I *know* what a firm hand you’ve got! You’ll be fine! I’ll tell her that you want to take her out – and I’ll make it clear that you won’t be bringing her home and then you can come over tomorrow and tell her…just don’t give her any choice…she’ll love you for taking control of her. Just tell her what you want…what’s going to happen to her…decide on how you want her dressed…it’s what Faith did to me! She told me exactly what was going to happen to me that night! She had me melting on the spot – I mean instant wet panties! And I didn’t even really know that I was gay at that point…in fact I was pretty sure I *wasn’t*…and I certainly didn’t know I was submissive…but *she* did, obviously! And I was *so* turned on! She told me what time I had to be ready for her to pick me up; she told me what to wear – she told me *not* to wear panties – which I chose to ignore – my, was *that* a mistake!”

“What happened?”

“What do you think? When she found out, she spanked me…in the ladies’ room at Pink Tango!”

A sort of dreamy look came over Joyce’s face as she spoke and she gave a small sigh in recollection, remembering her first date with Faith. “I was in the restroom with them down at my ankles and my fanny on fire before I knew what had hit me! Then, when she told me to give my panties to the barkeep I nearly passed out with the humiliation…but I couldn’t have said no if I’d wanted to! I was already completely hers by then – even though I didn’t realise it. But she knew that as well…of course!”

“Ohh…mmmm…hot…and do you think that would work with Buffy as well?”

“I’m certain it would Dayna! Just make sure she knows you’re in charge! Set down the rules for her early on. Don’t give her a choice about *anything*. And don’t be too gentle – be sure you’re *very* handsy so she knows that if you want to touch her up you’re going to. Squeeze her ass…and her tits…pinch her nipples…put your hand between her legs. And if she tries to stop you – tell her you’ll spank her. Show her you’re the boss of her – that you’re in control of her! Don’t be scared to pull her hair, or pinch her ear and pull her with you…make her hurry up…get her out of her comfort zone…and spank her if she doesn’t co-operate…in public if you have to!”

“Oh…I-I…*really*?”

“Yes Dayna…you’ll have to be brave – and you can’t worry what other people will think…I couldn’t say how many times Faith has had to spank me in a bar or even in the street to show me who’s boss…to make me do what she wanted…or to show off how submissive I am!”

“And you didn’t mind?”

“Oh I *thought* I did – at first…but it didn’t stop me from making myself come a dozen times that first afternoon she told me she was taking me out! Mind you, that was after the night she first Seduced me – I’d had my first experience of how being her bottom made me feel. And that was just about the *last* time I was allowed to get myself off!! Once I agreed to be hers Faith told me I couldn’t masturbate any more – she told me my pussy was *hers* and she’d spank me if I touched it – which only made things *worse*! I was so antsy and uptight. She said I was ‘horny and strung-out’ and it was just how she wanted me. Of course – I got spanked anyway! She had to make a point that it could happen to me any time – whatever I did!”

“Ohh-k…” Dayna nodded. She still sounded uncertain.

“Really it’ll be ok Dayna…just be firm…and be handsy! Make sure she knows right from the start, that you’re going to touch her whenever, wherever, you like. On that first date with Faith she spent the whole night feeling me up every chance she got: from the minute we left the house to the minute she got me home and naked and on my back! She had her hands all over me – all the time: in my hair, on my ass, squeezing my tits; up my skirt – fingering my pussy…once she got me out of my panties of course! She just got me completely off balance. I mean my head was reeling…but I was *dripping* wet! I didn’t know what was happening to me but it didn’t take long for her to get my legs open! It was then that I started to realise that she was making me kind of a slut. And I never did get those panties back you know! They’re still there…above the bar at Pink Tango!”

Joyce’s breasts were heaving as she finished emphatically. She fidgeted, squirming, in her seat obviously powerfully aroused at the recollection.

“She did *all that* to you – on your first date?” Dayna gasped incredulous but equally stirred; her hand stroking over her breast, brushing over her nipple

Joyce nodded. “Yes,” she affirmed. “I mean she’d fucked me the night before but that night…she fucked me so hard…so often…I lost count of the times I came for her. And it’s been like that ever since!”

“It does sound incredible…p-perhaps I *could* do that,” Dayna said slowly, fidgeting herself now, keenly aware of the heat below her belly. Her thighs tensed, pressed together firmly. Her core was tight, aching, hot and wet with need; her pulse throbbing behind her clit. “I mean it certainly sounds sexy but I don’t know if I can!”

“Oh, you’ll be fine Dayna,” Joyce answered a little breathlessly. “Just trust yourself. You’ve enjoyed yourself with Cordelia and Anya and Harmony, haven’t you?”

“Well yes…but…”

“Well I know those three are complete tramps but they’re still subs who need to be told what to do. You must have had to take control with them?”

“I suppose…”

“Well just do that with Buffy. In fact, it’ll be easier with her!”

“It will - are you sure?”

“Yes of course I am Dayna! I know my daughter,” Joyce’s face took on a sort of knowing look that Dayna couldn’t quite place.”

“I guess…I can’t believe you’re telling me how to seduce your daughter!”

“All I know Buffy is longing to be Topped – and I’ve become an expert in knowing how *that* goes! And it’s pretty obvious that you want to be the one Topping her!

“Well…I would like to…you know…”

Joyce ginned. “So, it all fits! Don’t be so shy Dayna – just think about what you’d like to make her do? You could sit on her face – make her eat you out…or make her eat your ass. And I reckon you’ll enjoy spanking her as much as she will *need* you to spank her. It will be good for both of you! You’ll be fine Dayna! Trust yourself.” She encouraged, repeating herself.

Dayna blushed again, “Well – I suppose *that* sounds hot…and you’re sure that’s…what she needs?” she stammered.

“Yes of course! Just take control of her and the rest will fall into place! You’ll have her panties on the floor in no time – if you allow her to wear any that is!”

“Joyce!” Dayna protested choking back a squeak but she couldn’t deny the consuming fire in her nether region.

“Go on Dayna – come around tomorrow – I’ll tell her to expect you.”

“Well…”

Joyce pressed on. “Come on Dayna. It’s what you both want…look – if Faith walked in here right now and told me so, my panties would hit the floor before you could say ‘housewife!’ Well, they would if she hadn’t already taken them!” She grinned bashfully. “I *love* being her bottom…her subby little slut. It’s just how we both want it to be…and I *know* Buffy would be the same for you. I *know* that’s what you want as well – so why not take a chance on her?”

“O-Okay,” Dayna Penshaw agreed surrendering to the forceful logic in Joyce’s debauched enthusiasm. “I-if you’re sure….” She shook her head. “I just can’t believe I’m really agreeing to let you set me up with your daughter!”

She laughed nervously and Joyce smiled warmly in return.

“Why not – I want her to be happy and to be loved and I want her to be with someone who’ll be good for her. You’re my friend and I love you…and I *know* you’re a great fuck! I trust you...I know you won’t hurt her – well except…you know…in the *good* way…in the way she needs…” she waggled her eyebrows at this. “And I think she’ll be good for you. She’s just what you need! I think you’ll be good together.”

Dayna smiled in response feeling something warm in her chest.

“I do like her very much,” she said. “I have been thinking about her.”

Joyce grinned. “In a *bad* way I hope!” Joyce waggled her eyebrows.

Dayna blushed again, nodding before she broke into an answering grin. “In a *very* bad way…” she admitted meeting Joyce’s eyes with a waggle of her own.

“Good, so it’s settled,” Joyce said. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy together…you never know I might have to buy a hat for the wedding!”

“Ha! Ha! Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now Joyce…”

“Aw…now don’t spoil it honey…doesn’t *every* mother want to find a nice, hot Domme of a wife for their daughter?” Joyce waggled her eyebrows.

Dayna grinned again. “Oh, you’re incorrigible Joyce Summers…I think I may have to speak to Faith about you…tell her you’re getting out of control. I’m sure she doesn’t need much of an excuse to spank you but I don’t suppose she’ll mind having a few extra reasons…”

Joyce coughed, choking on her coffee. She looked at her friend across her cup and she heard the strength and control in her voice. She shuddered, her eyes widening as she saw again the Dayna that had spanked so hard a few nights before.

“Oh my…Buffy is in *so* much trouble…” she breathed and Dayna smiled.

“Yes…I think she probably is!” she said. “Anyway…I reckon it’s going to be *your* wedding first?” Joyce blushed and Dayna smirked a sly grin. “You’d make a very pretty, well spanked submissive bride Joyce Summers. Or shouldn’t that be Joyce Lehane? I can just imagine you bending over…with your wedding dress lifted up…so Faith can paddle your poor, pink bottom after you’ve said your vows!”

“Ohhh…oh m-my…” Joyce panted.

***

“Yes…” Joyce said to Buffy; the shower still running. “She asked after you sweetie…”

“Mrs Penshaw? She asked after *me*? You sure she didn’t mean Dawnie?” Buffy frowned. confused by the turn of the conversation. She remembered with some discomfort her last encounter with her mother’s friend on the doorstep. She had subsequently, come to realise that her mother’s love life was a thing of beauty and she regretted her reaction. Her fingers stilled within the clasping slick channel of her sex. She blushed, a little ashamed of her behaviour; of her words at the time.

“Yes…so I invited her over…to ask you out dear…”

“Whahhht? M-m-me? Ask me *out*? L-like on a…a date?” Buffy’s eyes widened incredulously.

“Yes dear…I thought you’d be great together…Dayna was *very* interested to hear that you wanted a woman…to take control of you…I hope you didn’t mind that I told her…she was already quite taken by you…after your encounter the other night…she mentioned how much she’d *love* to spank your bratty bottom for you honey!”

“Ohhh…ohhhh…” Buffy gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. Her fingers moved again, stirring her pooling, honied arousal.

As she did so her mother emerged dripping, from the shower, water streaming down her body, running down her breasts to drip from her nipples; sheening her belly and thighs, trickling in a stream from her nether lips. She reached for a towel to fasten around her hair and she smiled affectionately at her daughter.

Buffy stared, transfixed by the sight of her mother’s breasts, sheened with water, as they lifted when she fastened her hair in the towel.

“Mmmm…” Joyce breathed softly as she dried herself with another towel. “I think Faith is going to want to shave me again tonight.” She dabbed her groin. “So, what do you think Buffy? Wouldn’t you like to let Dayna take you out? She’s very keen to get to know you…”

Buffy could not see so much as a wisp of stubble on her Mother’s mound but she recalled watching, fascinated, disturbed as Faith had scraped the razor over that soft flesh; she remembered the sensual way her mother had yielded; the way she had been made to piss in the shower afterwards; and she remembered making love with her later that same night. Then she remembered the way Faith had taken Joyce afterwards, pinning her to the bed to use her hard, thrusting the two-headed dildo into her receptive depths, filling her sex and her bottom at the same time, making her moan, dominating her; forcing her submission, her surrender to cruel, carnal pleasure and to orgasm.

And the young blonde’s body ached at the memory; yearning for the same.

She blushed, uncertain what to say; but knowing it would be ‘yes’.

***

Intermezzi

Sheila Rosenberg had been surprised not to say a little flattered to receive a call from her daughter’s professor inviting her to discuss where their mutual interest in developmental, and child psychology intersected.

In the light of that rather formal invitation she had therefore been somewhat surprised to find herself discussing her, hitherto straight-A’s, daughter’s love-life at their meeting. And she had certainly not expected to be talking about her daughter’s sexuality in such graphic detail.

“Yes, Dr Rosenberg – I am sure you *are* aware of her homosexuality…but are you aware of her appetite for *group sex*? Group sex that involves her *two* girlfriends taking turns to *spank* her?” Professor Maggie Walsh’s tone was dry, matter of fact.

She had known her daughter was gay from an early age – certainly before Willow had herself realised. She had not however known that she was currently involved in a lesbian *ménage a trois* with two other girls in her class.

“*Spank* her? Do you mean to say that Willow is involved in a sadomasochistic relationship with these two…girls?”

The other woman nodded seriously.

“Yes indeed – and it is this fact that has provided the germ of an idea for an experiment. An experiment I thought you might be able to assist me with.”

Confused by the other woman’s words Sheila frowned.

“An experiment?”

“Yes…to test the evidence…you see…your daughter’s is an…unusual arrangement, I am sure you will agree…and I found myself wondering about the psychological background that gave rise to it.” Standing up, the academic moved behind Sheila Rosenberg. “So…you see…I’d very much like your *personal* opinion, Mrs Rosenberg, regarding where you believe your daughter’s sexuality derives from?”

Sheila was familiar with her daughter’s college professor’s work and had been interested to meet with her in a professional capacity, but the hand on her ass was very far from professional.

“Oh!” Sheila squeaked, her eyes widening at the contact as the other academic woman ran her hand across the flare of her bottom.

“For myself I’m a firm believer in nature over nurture – it’s in the genes one might say…but I suspect from reading your work that your expertise in developmental psychology leads you to a different conclusion…isn’t that so?” Maggie Walsh’s hand dipped, cupping Sheila’s buttocks, squeezing.

“Oh! Ohhhfff! Oh m-m-my!” Sheila gasped as the austere looking scientist’s hand explored her bottom through her skirt. It was as if all the breath had been forced out of her lungs leaving her gasping and feeble. “Ohhhh…ohh m-my…I-I…w-well…it’s m-more likely to be a-an element of b-both…oh-ooooohff!”

She wasn’t quite sure why she was letting the blonde woman, her daughter’s professor no less, take such liberties with her; but somehow, she found herself too weak to stop her.

“Hmmm…” Professor Walsh made a humming noise as if thinking. “Both?” she asked. “How interesting!”

“Oh…oh g-gosh…” the russet-hired woman gasped as Professor Walsh squeezed. “Y-yes b-both…I s-suppose…”

“Do you mean to tell me, Dr Rosenberg, Willow must have both *inherited* her sexuality and at the same time *learned* it?”

“Y-y-yes…err…no! Oh p-p-perhaps…ohh-ohhhh…oh my…oh g-gosh…ooh!” Sheila nodded trying to retain focus as the other woman’s hand pressed low between her buttocks.

“But as an expert in child psychology Dr Rosenberg...those *influences* – both genetic and environmental…they must have come from the parent mustn’t they…from *you* in fact?”

“I-I…oh m-my…ohhh…I-I s-suppose th-they m-must…” Feeling a tremor pass through her she was unable to argue as she wanted to. There was a fluttering inside; in the root of her being; deep in her centre. Her hips moved without volition, pushing back into Professor Walsh’s hand, making her buttocks sway.

“Yes…I agree Dr Rosenberg…Sheila...so I think we can draw some conclusions from that regarding your own, repressed sexuality…your *homosexuality*…can’t we?”

Her hand moved from Sheila’s bottom and the red-haired woman gave a sigh that was half relief, half loss. “Ohhh…” she breathed. “B-b-but I-I’m n-not a homosexual…”

“No? Are you sure Dr? I would contend otherwise…that you must be…both a lesbian and sexually submissive!” Professor Walsh ran her hand down to Sheila’s thighs. “And so, we must conduct our experiment then…in order to test our conclusions…to *test* you…you are familiar with scientific methodology I am sure?”

“Y-yes…” Sheila answered a shiver passing through her as she did so.

“Good,” Professor Walsh said with a smile and she began to draw down the zipper of Sheila’s skirt. “Then let us begin. I contend that you daughter derives both her lesbianism and her sexually submissive tendencies from you. Wouldn’t you agree Sheila? You don’t mind if I call you Sheila, do you?”

“Ohhh! N-n-nohh!” Sheila whimpered softly as she felt her skirt slip down her legs to the floor. “I-I-I d-don’t know…p-p-perhaps…” Her head was spinning, her mind racing out of control. What other explanation could there be? She wondered absently. It must be true. Why else was she allowing the other woman to undress her?

“Mmmm… very nice…” Maggie purred, her veneer of professionalism, of scientific detachment slipping momentarily as she looked appreciatively up and down the other woman’s stocking clad legs to take in her state of semi-undress. Her hand swept over the seat of Sheila’s soft, black panties. “Well it seems a working theory…” she said recovering her poise. “But we must test it…we must test *you* Sheila…we must test you *thoroughly*…mustn’t we? Hmmm?”

“Ohh…oh g-gosh…I-I s-suppose s-so…” the red-haired woman shivered, stammering.

“Good…and so to our experiment…to test the theory that your daughter inherited her sexuality from you I am going begin by spanking your bottom Sheila.”

“Ohhh…oh n-nohhh!” Sheila moaned in protest but she was powerless to resist as Maggie pushed her easily down over the desk. She had never felt so weak. Such feeble surrender was alien to her. It felt strange. She had never been spanked before; not even as a child. Her liberal parents had not believed in corporal punishment. The very idea should have horrified her…and yet…

“Oh *yes*, Sheila…I am going to spank you quite hard…and then, once sufficiently *disciplined* we will begin to explore your sexual response! Do you understand?”

“N-n-nohhh…p-please…” Sheila Rosenberg begged feebly.

“Yes Sheila...” Professor Walsh insisted, correcting her captive once again. “I’m afraid that it’s going to quite painful for you…very painful in fact…but I am confident that the subsequent results will be most interesting…”

“Oh…oh gohhhdddd! P-please don’t…” Sheila pleaded again. She was suddenly aware of the cruel looking leather strap that lay, until now unobserved on the desk. Inside her body, she felt a tension; a heat she had not felt for years. Her core fluttered. Her pulse throbbed between her legs.

“Yes Sheila…it is the only way to test you…but I have no doubt that afterwards you will be more than willing to submit…to acquiesce and open your legs so we can consider *all* the evidence from our experiment! How else will we be able to determine, to measure, how submissive female homosexuality runs in the Rosenberg family? Now, shall we begin?”

“Ohh…oh please…ahhhhhh!” Sheila Rosenberg gasped as the other woman’s hand landed hard on the seat of her panties, stinging her bottom, making the fleshy round orbs jiggle.

Heat flared and the hand landed again.

“Ohhh…owww!”

“A sound hand spanking to warm you up Sheila…before the strap…I am a great believer in the application of leather to a woman’s behind to encourage sensual compliance…and to inspire and amplify her lustful appetites! After that we will explore all the other indicators of your sexual compliance…now then…”

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” Sheila cried as pain bloomed like flames and her hips rolled, her feet kicking. And, shocked, as tears formed, welling, running from between her tightly closed lashes an answering dampness moistened the inside of her underwear.

“Mmmm…good Sheila…your bottom is most responsive…I think we should proceed to the next stage…”

“Ohh…oh nohhhh…p-please,” Sheila cried, gasping begging; her head spinning as she felt the other woman’s hands tug at her panties, easing them from her hips and over the broad, now warmed expanse of her bottom, baring her pinking cheeks and drawing them to her thighs.

“Yes…I see you are responding already Sheila…” the fair-haired woman purred using her fingers to inspect Sheila’s womanhood, parting her folds to glide through liquid heat. “Yes, you are moistening nicely...your vagina is becoming quite inflamed…your labia engorged…mmmm…and your clitoris is quite swollen. Yes – clear evidence…”

Sheila moaned, blushing with humiliation at Professor Walsh’s intimate examination.

“Ohh-ooooohhhh!” she groaned, gasping and her hips churned thrusting as the other woman pinched her clit.

“Oh yes!” Professor Walsh exclaimed. “Very encouraging Sheila…I think you are demonstrating strong evidence to support our hypothesis…I think you will be quite biddable and compliant by the time we are finished! Now, we should continue our experiment…don’t you think?”

The short haired woman reached to pick up the strap from where it lay on the desk.

And somehow, through her distress and shame, Sheila managed to think that perhaps, there was indeed evidence for the suggestion that she was directly responsible for Willow’s sexuality; and then she was lost. Her only reply was to cry out with dismay and anguish: “Ohhhh…ahhh…ahhh-ohhh…owwww…ahhhhh!” as Maggie Walsh landed the strap squarely in the middle of her now naked bottom: stinging; burning; making her buttocks flatten and bounce, wobbling as her feet twitched, straining against her panties where they had slipped to restrain her ankles.

***

“Ohh! Oh n-noh…p-please…”

“Hush now,” the blonde woman purred in her ear, a finger on her lip.

Katherine Mayfair shivered, shuddering as the younger woman’s fingers danced down her back, expertly drawing the zipper of her dress with them to let the air breathe across her flesh. Distantly she wondered why she had ever let the young blonde woman buy her a drink. But she knew why – if she stopped to think about it. She had enjoyed the attention; the way Darla had flirted with her, making her feel attractive, desirable, special in a way she hadn’t for longer than she had wanted to remember.

Still she had not expected to find herself, here in Darla’s apartment, being undressed by the attractive – and she *was* undeniably attractive – blonde.

“Ohh…oh m-my…b-but…”

“Shhh…it’s ok Katherine…” Darla’s lips brushed hers again as her dress slipped away, falling to her ankles. “But…mmmm…this ass *needs* to be spanked…” Her hand swept over the satin seat of the older woman’s panties.

“Wh-wha…sp-spanked? B-but…ohhhhh…” Katherine’s cry of complaint was curtailed by a soft moan as skilful, too skilful fingers brushed across her breasts, scraping her nipples and her sensitive little nubs swelled, aching in response inside her silky camisole.

“Shhh…easy babe…I’m not going to spank you just yet…”

“Ohh…oh…oh th-thank you…” Katherine whimpered feeling absurdly grateful for the postponement. She knew she should tell the young woman that she was leaving. All she had to do was pick up her dress and go…but somehow…

The last thing she clearly recalled was that bar. There had been a young man with dark hair at the bar. She had refused his offer of a drink. She hadn’t been looking for company.

Why then hadn’t she refused when the blonde woman had approached?

“But I *am* going to put you over my knee later…”

“Ohhh…ohh n-n-nohhh…p-please…D-Darla!” Shivered, shaking she couldn’t understand how she could feel such heat between her thighs.

“Yes Katherine,” Darla smiled darkly at her, her eyes narrow slits of blue/grey intensity as she corrected her calmly, her hand brushing her rounded flanks before drawing back to land with a firm hard *smack* on the curving flesh.

“Ohhhh!” Katherine gasped in shock and surprise as her bottom bounced and jiggled, stinging; heat blooming. “Owwuhh…”

“Shhh now Katherine,” Darla soothed, her hand rubbing the spot she had spanked.

Then, hooking her thumbs inside the waist band of Katherine’s panties she began to draw them over her hips.

Her head spun. Katherine had no idea how she came to be here in this young woman’s apartment…in her bedroom. There was something assertive, oppressive, almost coercive about her charismatic presence; the easy, confident way she had charmed her, romancing her – Katherine couldn’t think of another word for it – that had left her reeling, breathless and off balance as she persuaded her back to her apartment, coaxing her first out of her coat, then her dress and, now her underwear.

“Ohh…oh gohhhddd…” Katherine moaned as they slipped over her hips to reveal dark, tufted auburn curls above her womanhood.

“Mmmmm…” Crouching as Katherine’s panties slipped to her knees, her ankles, the younger woman licked her lips. Her fingers moved to peel apart the shaking older woman’s lovelips. Inside her flesh was dark and lush, glistening with moist desire.

Holding her folds back, sex open, she flicked the tiny pink bundle at the apex of the mature brunette’s divide.

“Oh-ooooooooohhhhffffuhhh!” Katherine moaned, gasping. Her hips churned and Darla’s tongue rasped across the tiny pebble again. “Ohhhhhh….”

Her core quaked in spasm. So much pleasure…she found herself surrendering to the sensation; to the young blonde woman’s control.

The heat of Darla’s spank still glowed on her bottom like a promise as to blonde woman’s busy tongue sent waves of pleasure radiating from her core

“Ohh…uhhhh…uhhh…unnnnhhhh…”

***

Dayna Penshaw’s heart was racing as she pulled up outside 1630 Revello Drive. Her hands were shaking.

‘Pull yourself together,’ she thought to herself, taking a deep breath. Looking at the shopping bag on the seat beside her she thought back to Joyce’s words. ‘Take control; tell her what you want; tell her what’s going to happen, tell her how you want her dressed.’ It was like a sort of litany. She looked again at the bag beside her as if seeking certainty from it. ‘Be forceful; be handsy; make sure you show her you’re in charge…and get a grip Dayna! How are you going to dominate Buffy if you can’t even control your own nerves?’

She looked up the path to the front door and took another breath, forcing herself to calm.

Making herself pause she thought back to the night before and she schooled herself, stiffening her resolve.

When she had left Joyce, her heart racing with excitement and her head reeling at the prospect of what lay ahead she had found herself panicking. Unable to settle at home, she had paced, fretting and nervous; struggling to assimilate her conversation with Joyce into a plan, rehearsing the following night over and over in her head. It had all seemed so simple earlier – now it seemed impossible, inconceivable that she could assert herself over Buffy in the way they had planned.

She’d felt a surging desire as her thoughts had tumbled around her head at the prospect of having the young blonde girl writhing with passion beneath her; writhing with a passion *she* would control. But at the same time doubts and uncertainty had assailed her. It had been undeniable to her that it was what she wanted – Buffy under her control, in her sexual thrall, submissive and sensual – but knowing that had only made her more aware of her own self-doubt; more nervous than she had ever been before. And yet it was more than a nervousness that has left her shaking.

She tried to take a shower to help her relax but the water only seemed to stimulate her further. She masturbated but, unusually, she found that her climax satisfied her only briefly. She had even tried to busy herself with chores around the house in order to distract herself. But nothing seemed to work. So, she selected a couple of porno movies from her growing collection and masturbated again to the misadventures of a bevy of young women as they fell thrall to the mature charms of a cadre of older women. But, of course, that only seemed to make things worse and she found any relief gained, only temporary as, in her imagination, Buffy Summers took their tearful, pleading, surrendering places.

It proved to be a very long night. She barely slept and by its end she was strung out and at her wits end.

Now, running her hand through her hair she was shaking with nervous excitement, anticipation, as she climbed out of the car to walk up the drive to the front door. She found herself rehearsing, yet again, what she wanted to say as she went.

The front door opened and Dayna was relieved to find that it was Dawn and not Buffy who answered to let her into the house.

“Hi Mrs P’,” the young brunette said brightly. She was dressed in a pale lemon yellow shortie T-shirt that clung tightly to her youthful bosom leaving her midriff bare. Across her pleasantly swelling young tits it bore the legend ‘Pretty Pussy’ in neon blue letters. A small cat curled sleeping below. She wore a pair of tiny pink sweat-shorts with thin white horizontal stripes and false bows in pale, powder blue lace at the waist; and on her feet, a pair of white ankle socks. It struck Dayna with a lustful jolt how cute her daughter’s young girlfriend really was.

“You here to see Mom? She’s with Faith in the lounge,” said Dawn. As the teen turned to lead the way Dayna found her eyes sinking down to admire the sway Dawnie’s tight, round little rump in her shorts. The youngster’s legs were long and slim and smooth. Desire pulsed in her veins, her blood rushing as in her heightened, nervous state it left her shaking. She felt that unmistakeable tightening again, aching between her legs.

“Hi Dayna!” Joyce said brightly as Dawn showed her in. Dayna eyes widened and she smiled at the sight of her friend.

Joyce was dressed – just barely – in a tiny, pale lilac, babydoll chemise. It’s filmy, gauzy material was translucent; scandalously revealing. The other woman’s dusky nipples could be seen clearly as they pushed, erect, through the scanty fabric. Intended, obviously, to titillate and entice the wearer’s dark-haired companion it plunged in a deep divide to display her cleavage even as it bulged, fighting to restrain her breasts. Dayna could see below the babydoll’s hem and that, beneath it, Joyce wore a tiny, flimsy, and equally transparent g-string that covered almost nothing and hid even less. A pair of matching nylon hold-up stockings and a pair of cream fur trimmed sandals completed the outfit.

Joyce was sitting in her younger girlfriend’s black clad lap with Faith’s hands possessively on her shoulder and thigh.

“You look nice,” Joyce continued without a break. “I’m sure Buffy will love your outfit.”

After their earlier conversation Dayna had given serious thought to several things – including how she wanted to look. She had an outfit in mind for the date itself but still wanted to make an impression tonight in her snug fitting black leather, knee length skirt, black nylons and heels and a snug fitting, deep red, knitted halter top that swept up to a high neckband. Braless, her breasts strained against the top.

Dayna smiled letting Joyce’s words put her at ease and she found herself feeling a little more comfortable – though undeniably stirred by the sight of Faith’s hand moving with a gentle possessiveness to ease apart Joyce’s thighs slightly, and to caress the tender flesh at their apex through the thin gauze of her thong. Dayna heard her friend give a gentle sigh as her legs parted wider and she shuddered at the recollection of Joyce’s quaking pleasure as she sobbed and strained naked underneath her as she made love to her.

“Thank you, Joyce. You’re very kind,” she said. “And you look delicious like *that* too!” She said, with appreciative emphasis.

“Mmmm…th-thank you, Dayna.” Joyce sighed and she smiled blushing a little; perhaps at the compliment. “Dawnie, go call your sister please,” she turned to say to the young elfin faced brunette. “Tell her Mrs Penshaw is here to see her.”

With the beginnings of a frown Dawn dragged her eyes away from Dayna. She turned to step out of the room and called, “Bu-ffy!” up the stairs in a sort of sing-song voice, teasing and mischievous. “You better get down here if you know what’s good for you…’cos your visitor’s here!”

She turned back with a grin towards Dayna. “She has been so freaking out all day…since mom told her you were calling!” She said smirking. “She’s been so uptight and antsy lately…like more than usual…she so needs to get lai…”

“Dawnie!” Her mother interrupted her, a note of caution in her voice.

Dawn’s smirk simply deepened and she shrugged as she looked from her mother to Dayna who found herself stifling a laugh.

As she did so Dayna heard movement from above and then feet on the stairs. Suddenly her heart was racing again. Steeling herself she made herself focus on what she was going to say. She repeated, once again, her litany from the car as if ticking it off in her head. ‘Take control; tell her what you want; tell her what’s going to happen, tell her how you want her dressed. Be forceful; be handsy; make sure she knows you’re in charge. *She’s got no chance*!’ Squaring her shoulders a little, she took a breath and looked towards the doorway as Buffy emerged from the hall.

At the sight of the blonde girl Dayna was sure her heart had stopped.

Buffy was quite beautiful, slim and petite, girlish still for her 21 years but with the right balance of curves on her tautly, lean, athletic frame. Her slightly tousled blonde hair and pert features complimented her perfect smooth, golden skin. Her lips were full and…delicious looking. Dayna paused. ‘Yes,’ she thought with sudden certainty. ‘Deliciously kissable!’

She looked Buffy up and down and a growing surge of desire washed over her, its heat encouraging her sense of confidence. The little blonde was dressed in a pink pj cami-top with lace trim that showed off her high, pertly youthful breasts, and matching boxers that were cut low on her hips and, pleasantly snug about her buttocks so they strained around the cute bubble-butt globes. Her thighs and legs were flawless; silky and golden, they were smoothly muscled all the way down to her bare feet. Her toes were painted in bright fuchsia pink.

The blonde looked at her sideways, from under her lashes, her hazel green eyes lambent, liquid pools. She gave a shy smile.

A moment of silence stretched between them.

Buffy was everything that Dayna had dreamed of when, after their recent encounter on the doorstep of Revello Drive, her secret night thoughts had turned heatedly towards dominating her. She felt another surge, a spiking of desire; but this time it served only to make her bolder. Steadying herself. Taking her courage in her hands she smiled archly at Buffy. The moment had come.

“G-good evening Buffy,” she started with a slight stammer. Frowning internally, she tried again; firmer now. “You look very nice dear.”

“Thanks,” Buffy replied with a small smile, feeling something tighten inside her as the older woman looked her up and down. “Mom says you’re going to take me out?” She frowned for a moment before tilting her head to one side.

Dayna nodded.

“That’s right Buffy…I am…if that’s ok?”

Buffy blinked and then slowly, hesitantly, she nodded and Dayna heard her own question. It felt weak. ‘Take control’!’ she repeated to herself. ‘Good…I’ll take that as a yes…’ she said, shortly, with more confidence and she moved closer, stepping into Buffy’s personal space. As the little blonde looked up at her she was suddenly grateful for the extra height her heels gave her. “You look very pretty Buffy, sweetheart,”

“Th-thank you,” Buffy said with a blush, shaking slightly in response to the older woman’s proximity. And then she grinned. “So, you haven’t you come to fuck my Mom again?” She asked pertly, her eyes sparkling.

Dayna raised an eyebrow at the young woman’s all to obviously light-hearted impertinence and she smiled, a predatory curl of her lips showing white teeth.

“No, Buffy, I’m not,” she said. “I came to ask you out...but, if you don’t mind your tongue, young lady, I’ll more than happy to spank your bottom for you right here and now!”

“Oh! Ohhh…oh m-my…” Buffy breathed, her eyes wide in surprise; but a heat flared in them and her cheeks bloomed in a blush as her mouth opened slightly. She had no doubt that the older woman meant exactly what she said and, as Dayna moved even closer pressing against her, she shivered.

“Hmmm,” Dayna almost purred, gaining confidence as she looked down at the pretty young woman’s embarrassed arousal. “Yes – very pretty,” she said staring down into Buffy’s cleavage. “Very nice.”

Buffy seemed to shiver under her gaze and Dayna felt her insides tighten unbearably. She was certain she had never seen anything so delightful, so utterly sensual as the blonde’s unambiguously submissive response to her assertiveness.

She felt completely certain now. All doubt gone, control came easily. ‘Be forceful; be aggressive’.

Reaching to cup Buffy’s face in her left hand she continued, speaking firmly, her tone steady, confident.

“So…tomorrow night I’m going to take you out. I’ll pick you up at 7.30 on the dot. I expect you to be ready when I get here…I don’t like to be kept waiting…is that understood Buffy?”

Buffy hesitated a moment and Dayna tensed, drawing breath.

“What did I say girl?”

Chided Buffy looked down. “You don’t like to be kept waiting?”

“That’s right Buffy. Now – 7.30 tomorrow night and if you are late I will spank you! Understood?”

Buffy nodded. “Y-yes – ok.” She said. “Uh-uh-understood…yes…”

“Go! Now…I brought you this to wear.” She held up the bag she carried for Buffy to see. “Your mom tells me it’s your size. I hope you like it. It’s a little revealing…well actually, it’s quite slutty really. But then I think that it should suit you perfectly!”

Buffy nodded, taking the proffered bag. She knew that Dayna had just called her a slut but, slipping under the older woman’s spell, she didn’t really mind. In fact, it seemed perfectly appropriate.

‘Be handsy’

“It will show off these nicely.” Dayna’s hand dropped from Buffy’s cheek to run over her breasts, cupping them. Buffy gasped softly as her breasts were squeezed gently. Unbidden and surely instinctively the young blonde woman arched pressing herself into the tender but firmly assertive inspection as she felt Dayna’s uninvited hands on her body.

If Dayna had stopped to think about her circumstances she might still have frozen, panicked; but somehow the tide of the moment, the surging swell of her emotions, her arousal and the now familiar, liberating sense of power, fused with an erotic thrill bolstering her self-assurance and driving her headlong. “Mmmm…nice rack!” she heard herself saying, casually. Where had she learned to use such words? She could feel the younger woman’s nipples stiffening, swelling through the thin material of her cami. She circled them with her thumbs, sampling their jutting flesh as they peaked under her attentions.

“And this!” she almost growled, sliding her other hand down to Buffy’s hip and then round to settle, fondling on her bottom. Buffy gave a slight ‘eek’ sound, her hips rolling a little as the older woman groped her butt; squeezing, savouring the firm resilience of her tautly rounded buns. “You have a pretty ass Buffy! Yes, this pretty peach will look perfect in the dress!”

Dayna marvelled at the wonderful feel of Buffy’s pliant flesh in each hand and the delightful way that the younger woman squirmed, wriggling at her insistent and brazenly intimate hands. Part of her wondered as her heart raced, her head spinning with desire and with an exhilarating sense of power that she had never felt before, why she had ever thought this would be difficult or awkward.

She saw the confusion and embarrassment in Buffy’s eyes and she felt empowered, her body thrilling at the sight of the undeniable swirl of arousal and the almost sullen discomfort as Dayna’s uninvited, roaming hands fondled her with her mother and sister and her mother’s lover looking on. Taking charge of the beautiful young woman seemed the most natural yet exciting, exhilarating thing she had ever done.

Using her hand on Buffy’s rump she pulled the petite blonde closer to her so that they were hip to hip. She felt Buffy’s hot breath against her neck and her pulse tripped out of rhythm.

‘Tell her what you want; tell her what’s going to happen.’

Not that she needed it now but the refrain continued through her and she continued.

“The dress is really kind of short but you *will not* wear panties! Am I clear?”

Her hand moved, squeezing and pinching Buffy’s buttocks.

Squirming, Buffy’s mouth parted slightly as she nodded once again.

“Err…oh…oooh…oh-ok.” She bit her lip, nodding.

“I assume you have heels?”

“Y-yes…ohh…”

“Wear them! I want to see your legs at their best! You have nice legs Buffy!” Dayna said matter of factly, her tone compelling. “Do you shave?” she asked, bluntly.

Blushing, Buffy shook her head. “J-just my legs and my bikini line…but not everything…”

“Well tomorrow you will…every last wisp…I want you smooth and bare…completely naked. And I plan on checking. Do you understand Buffy?”

“Y-yes.” Buffy assented, softly, breathless.

“Excellent! Pack a toothbrush – you’ll need that, but you won’t need anything else. And don’t plan anything for the next morning. I’m planning a *very* long night for you. I’m going to have my way with you – several times – right through to morning. You’re going to be an *extremely* busy girl – and I expect you’ll be very, *very* tired when we’re through. When I’m ready for you to come home – I’ll bring you back.”

Almost speechless Buffy seemed to shiver. She bit her lip delightfully and she nodded, acceding to her instructions. She was transfixed. ‘Oh-ok…I…I can d-do that.” She almost panted, trembling in Dayna’s intimate embrace as the older woman’s hands continued to explore her body.

Dayna’s grin was wolfish by now. A sort of remorseless momentum was with her and she felt as if heat radiated from her in waves of sexual desire.

“Good,” she approved. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” She lowered her hand from Buffy’s breast, sliding it down her belly to cup her sex through her boxers. She could feel a distinct heat through the silky material; damp, humid, soft. She squeezed the younger woman’s womanhood gently, moving her finger between the outline of her folded lips, making her give the softest breathy moan, her hips squirming as a finger pressed into her folds. The blonde’s clit was hard, through the thin satin.

“And,” she added with a narrowing of the eyes. “You will *not* touch yourself! Do you understand Buffy? I know what you young brats are like – always with your busy fingers between your legs! But you will *not* masturbate tonight!” Buffy’s eyes widened and Dayna’s heart raced an erotic thrill, shaking her at the power she felt. “I want you horny tomorrow night Buffy. I want you eager…hot and willing…” She paused, curling a lip. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her smile became lascivious. “…and *wet*…I want you ready…for *anything*!”

Buffy nodded in acquiescence. She groaned as Dayna squeezed the fat, tender pouch of her sex. Lost for words, the oppressive presence of the older woman swept over her like a windstorm.

“Mmm…mm-hmm…y-y-yes…” her hips jerked, thrusting against the older woman’s confidently assertive hand as it squeezed. “Unhhff…a-a-anything y-you s-say…ooooh…” she stammered her core throbbing as her heart raced, pounding with excitement at the older woman’s seductive, demanding attention.

“Good!” Dayna finished, releasing her grasp on Buffy’s centre and the blonde seemed to slump a little as the older woman let her go, ceasing her manipulation of her body. “Make sure you do exactly as I say – and do *not* keep me waiting!” She swatted Buffy’s bottom firmly; a sharp smack that sounded around the room with a crack. “I *am* planning on spanking your bottom, young lady, but disobedience will only make it worse for you…a *lot* worse!”

“Ohhh…” Buffy gave a soft groan, shuddering in response, her eyes wide and moist and she teetered on the edge as the depth of her need for submission yawned like an abyss; an abyss into which she longed to plunge. “Y-yes Ms Penshaw…” she breathed, her compliance emphatic with a passion she had hardly known.

Dayna’s heart leapt again at the sight of the girl’s distressed but unmistakeable, yearning arousal and she actually winked at her. “Good girl. Off you go now,” she finished, swatting her sharply on the bottom again as the blonde turned; the spank sending her scurrying away with a gasp.

“O-oh-ok,” Buffy repeated herself for what seemed the hundredth time before, dismissed, she turned to go hurrying towards the stairs.

As she did so Dayna turned with a smile to find both Joyce’s and Faith’s eyes affixed on her with a fierce, heated appreciation of what they had seen.

“Buffy,” her mother called, stopping her, her voice sweet. “Haven’t you got something to say to Ms Penshaw – for being so kind and asking to take you out?”

Buffy’s head seemed to spin. She looked a little dazed as she turned back towards Dayna Penshaw. Her body still burned where Dayna had touched her. A deep, needy longing throbbed in her core as she thought dumbly about the older woman’s final words and the warning given. A little burst of panic sliced through her fugue as she realised how desperately she needed relief; and how she’d been forbidden to provide it for herself.

Somehow, she managed to mutter a briefly formal: “Th-thanks Ms Penshaw.”

“Oh, that’s ok sweetheart,” Dayna answered brightly. “But I think we’re going to be very close so we need something less formal than that don’t we?” She smiled at Buffy.

“Wh-what should I call you then?” Buffy paused asking softly, nervously, answering Dayna’s knowing smile with a shy one of her own.

Dayna paused as if pensive. Truth be told she had thought about this several times since Joyce had suggested she date Buffy. She had planned to discuss it with the young blonde the following night but now seemed as good a time as any. “Well I was thinking we might start with ‘Ma’am’,” she answered. “And then we’ll see how it goes. What do you think?”

Buffy, paused in turn before nodding a slow assent. “Y-yes, ok…M-M-Ma’am,” she said looking up at Dayna with a fetching smile, her head to one side. “I-I think I’d like that Ma’am. A-and th-thanks for asking me out Ma’am. I’ll be ready and waiting for you at 7.30…and I’ll be…ready for you…*just* like you said…*exactly* how you told me. And I-I’ll really try to be a good girl for you. Oh – and thanks for the dress. I’m sure it’ll be super-hot.”

Suddenly the petite blonde leapt forwards as she babbled, to fling her arms around Dayna. Standing on tip toes she pressed her cheek to the older woman’s.

“Thank you…really Ma’am. I mean it. I’m really looking forward to our date. I can’t wait!” She turned to press her lips to Dayna’s cheek. “I really hope I can *please* you Ma’am.” She breathed meaningfully.

Dayna’s heart soared and it was her turn to feel dizzied at the young blonde’s earnest declaration. A warm feeling washed over her giving a softer note to her undoubted raging desire. Feeling Buffy’s lips against her face she turned her head to meet them. “Oh, you’ll please me! I promise you that!” she grated before capturing Buffy’s mouth with hers, her tongue driving past her lips to delve passionately into her mouth. Her hand slipped naturally down to the younger girl’s bottom again, clasping her cheeks to hold her close while she thrust her hips against her sensuously.

Buffy shuddered against her, clinging tightly, and she moaned, “Mmmm-mmmmm-mmm-mmmm,” into the kiss.

Wrapped together like that Dayna was uncertain how long had elapsed. Eventually she broke the kiss and released Buffy. The blonde was a little slower to release her in turn but eventually she unfolded her arms from where they clung to Dayna’s neck and stepped back a little.

Looking up, Buffy’s smile was shy again. Her eyes swirled, blurred with arousal. Her lips looked almost bruised, intense pink, with passion and she closed her teeth gently on the lower one. Dayna answered her look with an affectionate smile.

“Go on now darling,” She said. “There will be plenty more of that tomorrow.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Again, Buffy turned to go, but as she looked over her shoulder, a sort of adoration in her eyes she was called back once more.

“Hold on a moment Buffy dear…before you go…” Dayna interrupted her.

“Yes Ma’am?” Buffy turned back to face her.

Dayna’s smile became wicked as her eyes narrowed. “Give me your panties please, sweetie.” She said matter of factly.

Buffy blanched a little, her eyes widening a little in response, her mouth opening again in surprise. But, somehow, she managed to retain her calm.

“M-my panties? Oh-ohhhhh…o-oh-ok…y-yes Ma’am…if you say so Ma’am.” she stammered a little, her semi-frown becoming a coy smirk as she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her boxers and, with a delightful wriggle of the hips that set Dayna’s heart racing again, shucked them past her hips and down her thighs. Releasing them with one hand she stepped out of them to hold them up to the woman who had come to court her.

As the older woman took them from her Buffy set her head on one side. The hem of her camisole left her groin bare and Dayna smiled at the neatly trimmed tuft of soft curls that marked her as a natural blonde.

“I’ll make sure to be *exactly* as you said Ma’am.” Buffy said coyly

Dayna lifted Buffy’s panties to her nose and inhaled the fragrantly musky scent.

“I’m looking forward to it already sweetheart. Now off you go.”

With a further swat to her now bare bottom sending her on her way with a tiny yelp of protest, Buffy turned to go, hustling for the stairs before she could be called back yet again.

Dayna’s head was spinning again as Buffy’s departure seemed to break the spell. Taking a deep breath to steady herself once more she turned to where Joyce, Faith and Dawn watched mouths agape.

“Well then,” Dayna she said releasing a breath she hardly knew she had held. “I think that went quite well; don’t you?”

The others nodded silently.

“Damn right,” Faith husked after a moment.

“Oh my!” Joyce almost whispered.

“Panty *dropper*!” Dawn breathed her eyes wide, her hand slipping down to her grasp the crotch of her shorts.

Dayna quirked an eyebrow towards her daughter’s girlfriend at the unexpected compliment and squaring her shoulders she gave Dawn a look that made the young brunette’s insides twist and coil.

“Errr…yeah…gotta…anyway...” Dawn swallowed a gulp; stammering, blushing. “Err…just…err…something in my room…” she mumbled, turning to follow Buffy up the stairs. “Gotta…yeah…call Jan-Jan…tell her how *hot* her mom is…get her over here *now*!”

Dayna watched the young brunette go with a grin before she turned back to Joyce and Faith.

“I really think I am starting to see exactly what my Janice sees in Dawnie…” she said brightly, waggling her brows. “She’s a cutie and Janice is a lucky girl to be sleeping with your daughter, Joyce, honey.”

Joyce smiled back. “And it certainly looks like *you’re* going to be getting lucky tomorrow Dayna!” Joyce answered with a broad smirk of her own.

“Well,” Dayna replied easily, as if nothing untoward had happened. “I certainly hope so – I really do have to thank you for arranging that...and you Faith for allowing Joyce to help me out…”

“No worries,” Faith answered. “I agree with my Sweetness – B’s needed taking in hand for ages now – and she knows it. Since she moved back she’s been antsy and difficult…frankly she’s been a total brat! So, I reckon you’re doing us all a favour!”

“Well, all the same. Both of you – thank you. I’m looking forward to dealing with her bratty ass!”

“That’s ok Dayna,” Joyce replied this time. “As I said before – I’m sure you’ll make each other happy – which is what we all want!”

“Well if you’ll both excuse me I think I’ll head home…I think I need to take a long bath and plan tomorrow night…” She gave a slight shudder “A *very* long bath…relieve some tension…in fact…I think I might need to relieve it several times…” She waggled her eyebrows smiling again.

“And,” pulling Joyce even closer Faith replied with a grin of her own “*I* need to bang this old broad.”

“Well I know just how much the tramp will just *hate* that!” Dayna quipped.

“Ooooh!” Joyce giggled in response and her lover’s hand slid back down between her thighs to squeeze her sex, rubbing a finger up and down the groove of her womanhood through her skimpy, translucent g-string panties. “Mmmmnnnohhhh!” the golden haired submissive moaned, her legs spreading wider; her hips working as she did so.

After a moment, Faith released her. “Ok – hurry up and show Dayna out Joyce – It’s time you were on your back Sweetness, and spreading your legs for me!”

“Ohhh…oh goodie…” Joyce purred.

“So, hurry up Sweetness!” Faith voice was firm but she smiled and as Joyce clambered from her lover’s lap the young brunette spanked her bottom firmly, making it jiggle.

“Ohh! Oww! Oooochh!” Joyce cried as she scampered away. Dayna grinned at the sight, seeing the similarity between mother and daughter and she followed her friend to the door with a smile, enjoying the way Joyce’s scantily clad bottom swayed and jiggled.

“Mmmm…I can see where Buffy…and Dawn get it from honey,” she said approvingly. “They certainly got their slutty, spankable bottoms from you!”

Joyce smiled blushing a little.

“Thank you, Dayna,” she said giving her ass a shake and she gave out a light, gentle laugh. “All we need to do now is find someone to take those two tramps of ours in hand…”

Dayna grinned back at her friend. “Joyce Summers – you are an incorrigible matchmaker!” She laughed before kissing the golden-haired woman on the cheek. “Now get yourself back in there…your girlfriend clearly has plans for you. I hope your pussy is good and wet…I think it’s going to get a very thorough pounding!” she said knowingly

Her friend’s eyes sparkled in response as she opened the door for her.

“Oh it is…dripping…you *know* what a slut I am and mmmm…Faith was loving watching you handle Buffy – I think she’s going be handling *me* all night!” Joyce

“Mmmmm…well I like to think that I may have contributed a little to that!”

“Oh! You definitely have, Dayna!”

“Oh good…in which case I hope there’s going to be a long, hard spanking waiting for you as well!”

Joyce visibly shuddered and, pointedly, she rubbed her bottom with a rueful look.

“I’m sure there is!” she said with a rueful shrug. And then her golden, tawny brows waggled suggestively. “Just like there is for Buffy tomorrow!”

“Mmmmm…” Dayna purred again. “Now *there’s* a pleasant thought…I think I better pick up some more batteries on the way home!” she said with a renewed grin. “Have a good night Joyce,” And she winked as she finished, stepping out the door.

“Oh, I’ll try,” she said. “Come to the Gallery for coffee in the morning…if you’ve got time…I’ll tell you all about it…”

“I might just do that,” Dayna’s eyes sparkled. “Good night Joyce.”

“Bye for now Dayna!”

Once she left the house a sudden wave of reality surged over Dayna. She almost staggered at what she had done. She could hardly believe it.

‘Oh my!’ she thought to herself, almost leaping for joy with the thrill of the last half an hour. Had it really been just so brief a moment of time?

Her heart was filled with excitement, anticipation, desire; and her body thrummed with exhilaration. She found that she couldn’t douse the grin on her face as she climbed into her car.

***

For both Dayna and Buffy, the following 24 hours were distracting, challenging; passing in an erotic haze. But, whereas for Dayna it was a night and then a day of delicious anticipation, punctuated, as she gave rein to her fantasies by prolonged and frequently repeated bouts of intense, self-induced pleasure, for Buffy it was a torrid time marked by frustration and confusion as she strove to obey her suitor’s stern injunction to deny herself those same, solitary pleasures.

From her bedroom the petite blonde had heard the front door close and had she run to her window to watch Dayna walk confidently down the path to her SUV. The older woman had triggered strong reactions, both emotional and physical within her. Watching longingly Buffy’s eyes had lingered on the older woman’s mature bottom and sturdy thighs in her tight leather skirt and felt a surging desire; a spasm slipping through her at the flash of Dayna’s hose clad legs as she swung them into the car.

Buffy had pressed her face to the pane as Dayna drove away and then turned to throw herself, still naked from the waist down, onto her bed. Squirming, her abdominal wall taut and her belly fluttering, her thighs had twitched clenching, squeezing together on the plump, puffy flesh of her heated sex. Her body still seemed to feel the pressure of the auburn-haired woman’s hand on her womanhood.

Dayna’s romancing had had a powerful effect on the young lesbian. She had, it had to be admitted, been both lonely and sexually frustrated since her break-up with Willow. While her brief liaison with Jenny Calendar had served to confirm to her the nature of her own desires; her longing for submission, it had left her frustrated and hurt when Jenny had quickly tired of her, moving on to newer conquests. After that, fantasy fuelled masturbation and a small number of one-night stands had been the only outlets for her frustrations, leaving her feeling more keenly than ever, the need for something more emotionally fulfilling.

After the night on which she had made love with her mother under Faith’s strict, dominating supervision she had come to understand the lengths to which her mother would go in her submission to her dark haired young lover and in turn Buffy had come to realise that the fulfilment of the submission she herself craved could only be found within the constraining bondage of the same kind of consuming, immersive relationship that her mother shared with her former schoolfriend.

Now, given Dayna’s forcefully assertive attentions, she had become suddenly aware how much wanted, needed to commit herself; that she could only find the deep submission she yearned for with a partner who wanted as much from her as she wanted to give of herself.

From the moment that Dayna had dismissed her with her instructions for how to ready herself for their date Buffy had been light-headed, wracked, nervous with an intense, head-spinning sexual arousal. It was as if Dayna had identified exactly what she needed, pressing precisely the right buttons and now sudden, intense longing and a forceful sense of excitement assailed her. Struck by the intensity of her own response to Dayna’s courting, her mind reeled. The potency of their encounter and of Dayna’s devastating attentions; assertive, coercive, had left her lightheaded as they thrilled her mind, filling her thoughts with what was to come. Her senses blazed with the physical memory of Dayna’s startling, oppressively intimate presence and her flesh seemed to burn where the older woman had touched her; handled her. And her demand that Buffy keep her fingers to herself – the control over her sexuality that it implied – served only to exacerbate her burgeoning desires.

Her hand ran through her blonde mop and she gave a low moaning sigh, wishful with desperation.

Almost dizzy, her senses thrummed as she found herself playing over the encounter in her head with a growing exhilaration. It astonished her that she found herself so attracted now to the older woman whom she had scarcely noticed before. She felt captivated, spellbound by the unexpectedly aggressive nature of how she had been courted.

Looking around a little frantically her eyes came to rest on the bag Dayna had given her.

It contained a scrap of red material and as she held it up it became a microscopic, scarlet, sleeveless bodycon dress in thin, clinging, stretchy material. It had a mesh panel across the deep plunging neckline and similar mesh panels down the sides from the arms to the hem-line.

Buffy’s eyes widened. Dayna had not exaggerated – it was small, and sexy; and *very* slutty. It was all too clear that underwear would be quite impractical under its clinging sheath and she knew that dressed in it she would attract plenty of attention – both disapproving and admiring. She felt a shudder pass through her as she realised that was exactly what Dayna intended in providing her with the tiny dress. The older woman was clearly a good judge of what would best affect her.

‘Oh my…’ Buffy thought, imagining how she’d look in the dress, how slutty; just how much of her it would reveal. An icy chill of excitement shivered through her; a spiking of piquant arousal that accompanied the thought of being dressed and shown off by her date.

She realised that she would be like an ornament on the older woman’s arm, a trinket almost and that everyone would understand what that meant. The throbbing ache in her core intensified.

Feverishly her mind ran through her encounter with Dayna. The older woman’s *commands* regarding her preparations expanded in her memory. She checked in her closet for a pair of heels that would go with the dress settling on a pair of red oxide, suede pumps with four-inch heels.

She decided that she would aim to be ready for Dayna’s arrival at 6.30 the following night. She was as keen to see Dayna as the older woman had seemed to see her and she had had no intention of keeping her date waiting. She could pack a toothbrush in her purse tomorrow; which only left one thing.

Sitting on her bed she looked downwards to the tiny, neat tuft of darkish blonde curls that nestled on her pubis. Though she had never removed it in its entirety she usually kept it neatly trimmed but, she realised, since she and Willow had parted it had been a while since she had last attended to herself down there and her curls had become more profuse; a thicker thatching that covered her mound.

She slid her hand through the soft, wiry curls. In her highly charged state she gave a shudder at the contact. Her fingers slipped lower to brush over the liquid lips of her sex. She could almost feel Dayna’s hand still pressing into her there. Squeezing she gave a soft moan. Her thumb swept back upwards through her curls.

Looking across at herself in the mirror opposite her bed she shuddered. Her reflected lovemouth was pink, pouting, glistening with desire. Quickly she decided that she wanted to know what she would look like naked, denuded of her golden tuft, ready, as instructed, for prospective lover’s lusty attentions.

With that sudden conviction fuelled by her surging arousal she leapt to her feet to head for the bathroom.

Hurrying across the landing she heard the doorbell ring followed Dawn’s cheerful shout of ‘That’ll be my Jan-Jan – I’ll get it!’ She shut the door rapidly behind her.

Once in the bathroom Buffy remembered that she hadn’t shopped for razors recently – there hadn’t seemed much point to it – and that there were none of her brand left.

Looking into the bathroom cabinet she found a new pack of the razors she knew Faith used to shave her Mom.

Shrugging she split open the pack and extracted one of the pink handled blades and, crossing her arms in front of her she reached for the bottom edge of her cami-top to draw it up over her head. She shuddered as the cotton slid over her nipples and her pert, smallish breasts bounced a little as they were freed.

Quickly, her hands shaking a little she squirted a little shaving gel into her hand and applied it to her mons. Gently she worked the greenish goo into her curls, moistening them as she worked the gel into a slick lather; then making a sudden decision she applied more foaming gel to her thighs and down her legs to her feet.

Might as well be smooth all over, she thought, as she began to shave.

Sitting down on the edge of the bath she ran the razor up her legs in long smooth strokes working towards the patch just above her groin.

“Mmmmm…” she purred softly as she exposed the smoothness beneath the white foam. As she reached higher up her thighs she ran the razor in shorter strokes over the flesh where her thighs merged into the puffy flesh around her outer folds, carefully clearing away the stubble that had grown there since she had last neatened up her bikini line.

Once satisfied that she was smooth and clean there she began to shave upwards again gently scraping away the dark blonde curls from either side of her pubis. As they thickened she pulled her skin tighter so the razor slid more easily through the tuft of foam matted hair.

She worked slowly and carefully, ensuring that she covered every spot closely until she was satisfied.

With each stroke of the razor she felt a pleasantly gentle tension on her sex, a pulling on her folds.

At last, the skin now quite bare, she ran her fingers over her soft, smooth flesh with a sigh and she shuddered slightly, the gentle stimulation fuelling the sense of arousal she felt at her preparations for the following night. There was something utterly sensual about it; about her compliance with her date’s instructions and the way in which, by her submission to them, Dayna’s domination of her – even in her absence – had already begun.

A damp trickle drizzled down into the crack of her bottom as she sat on the bath edge. It tickled, hot and itchy as it traced its downward path deeper into her crease.

Scarcely had she ever felt so aroused before. ‘Oh Dayna…ohhh…oh Ma’am…’ she breathed to herself. ’I hope you’ll like it…ohhhh…oh fuhhck…I’m so wet for you…I wish you’d been here to shave me Ma’am…just like Faith does to mom…’ and she groaned, her eyes fluttering.

Her fingers traced over her bare mons. Her skin was slippery with the residue of the shaving gel.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned softly once again. “Nice…feels sexy…” she purred to herself. She was fascinated by the feel of her own silken flesh. Her fingers traced a path down her legs and then up her belly, skating over that seductively soft, newly bared patch of her groin, up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were hard. No stranger to solitary pleasures – certainly not in recent weeks – Buffy had never found her own body so responsive; so pleasurable to the touch before.

Her groin tightened as her hands smoothed over her breasts brushing her nipples.

“Ohhh!” she groaned, her nipples aching as her sex spasmed, her clitoris throbbing.

Her fingers traced further under her arms to find stubble beneath. Frowning a little at the roughness she found there she reached again for razor and gel to quickly shave her armpits.

The scrape of the razor across the stubble made her skin tingle and once finished she found herself again enjoying the smooth result.

“Mm-mmmm…” she moaned softly and she turned to the shower cubicle. Opening the faucet, she stepped into the shower. And then, taking down the shower head she let the jets play over her body rinsing off the remaining shaving gel from her armpits, from her legs and pubis to leave herself quite bare and clean.

The water played over her sensitised skin and Buffy found herself lost in the pleasurable sensation. Holding the shower head in her left hand her right hand flowed over her body, touching, feeling, teasing herself; pinching her nipples and stroking her breasts and thighs until it brushed again over the bare, silken flesh her sex.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned again, her hand slipping lower. “Mmmm…but I shouldn’t!” She tried in vain to resist, a pang of guilt assailing her as her disobedient fingers stroked over her lips again, pressing a little in-between. Her nubbin seemed to pulse against her finger tips and she felt herself tightening. Dayna’s face, handsome and stern appeared in her mind’s eye. “Oh…I know I shouldn’t…but it’s so nice…oh Dayna…Ma’am…c-can’t help it…s-so b-bad…” she moaned thinking of all the things the older woman might do to her the following night. “Mmmm…so wet…mmm I want you…I’m *so* wet for you…I want you so much…mm-mmm…”

Her fingers flickered over her button as she sprayed warm water over her ever-tightening groin. ”Ooohhh…s-g-good…mmmm…I know you told me I mustn’t b-but…oh Dayna…oh Ma’am...I’m so sorry…s-such a naughty girl Ma’am…want you…ohhh…to make l-love to me…s-sp-spank me…l-like a naughty girl…a *dirty* girl…p-punish me…m-make me cry…ohhh…d-do anything you want to me…have your way with me…fuck me…mmmm…ohhhh…fuck me hard…until I come for you…ohhh…mmmmm-ah-ahhh-ahhhhh-ohhhhmmmm-uhhh!”

Buffy shook as her orgasm claimed her; sending her rigid, her petitely athletic frame shuddering as her insides ignited in a fusion of tension and explosion and release. As it passed she sagged against the wall of the shower, the water continuing to run.

It was a short while later that she came, shivering, back to herself, rousing from her sagging, emotional exhaustion. Still shaking she turned off the water to step from the shower cubicle and reaching to wrap herself in a towel. In a daze she picked up the now open packet of razors, wiped down the can of shaving gel and picked up the used razor and her discarded cami before slipping out of the bathroom to head back to her room.

Tense, still shaking, strung out with both the intensity of her recent climax and with the still burning need that blazed inside her, throbbing in her loins, she threw herself down, exhausted, on the bed, burying her face in the pillow.

Lying there naked, wracked with emotion and desire; almost overwhelmed by a sense of longing she hadn’t experienced in a long time, her body seemed hypersensitive to the feel of the bed covers against her skin. And yet a sense of guilt assailed her, filling her with doubt and confusion after her orgasm. That pleasure now felt *stolen*, in breach of the clear instruction she’d been given by the woman who had laid claim to her submission. She had forgotten none of the older woman’s commanding directions. Nor did she feel any less, their oppressive, sexual power.

Neither had she forgotten the promised consequences that would follow any failure to comply with those instructions. Her body thrummed in a churning roil of fear and arousal at the certain prospect of Dayna making good her threat of chastisement.

“Ohhh…oh gohhd…” she moaned to herself as frustration, guilt, fear warred with longing and lust within her. “Ohhhh…”

Frantic and frustrated she was held, trapped in the welter of confusing emotions at her failure to comply with her suitor’s injunction that she deny herself solitary solace. And even as the guilt made her determined to hold firm and to keep her fingers from between her thighs; to resist sating the burning need for release that boiled anew within her, it was as if that injunction, that curb on her freedom; the intrusion into her privacy that it signified seemed to inspire a yet deeper need to submit and with it a growing, unquenchable feeling of lustful desire for the older woman. It was a sort of cruelly perverse vicious circle; the more she strove to obey, the deeper her sense of need; the more potent her arousal.

It was a battle so uneven that she could never hope to win.

Finding herself completely subsumed by the depth of her desires; by the oppressive sense of submission she felt, mind and body she began to drown in a deep sea of sexual need. And the Summers household was no place in which such a state could be easily borne.

The walls of 1630 Revello Drive were thin, allowing the passage of sound all too easily; and from Dawn’s bedroom Buffy could hear, clearly, the sound of her younger sister and her girlfriend and their youthfully enthusiastic lovemaking; laughing, giggling, sighing, moaning, gasping; coming. Dawn was whimpering; little gasping cries of ecstasy coming through the wall with accompanying exhortations to her girlfriend to “lick my pussy…oh Jan-Jan…just there…oh yes…like that…just *there* baby! Oh…oh…oh…lick it…oh yes…oh…oh…oh…gohhhhdddduhhh-yessssssssahhhh!”

And if that was not enough from the other side she could now hear the sound of Faith and Joyce as they began their own darker, sharper lovemaking: a sharp snapping, slap of flesh on flesh that Buffy recognised all too keenly as the sound of her dark-haired friend’s hand on her Mother’s wide, yielding bottom.

“Ow! Ohh! Ahh! Owww!!!” Joyce’s thin, gasping cry of distress formed a familiar refrain through the wall.

“That’s right – you can feel *that* can’t you Sweetness…mmmmm…whose are you Bitch”

*smack*

“Ohhhh…mmm…I’m yours Faith…your Bitch…your slut darling…your slutty old whore…”

*smack* *smack* *smack*

“Ahhhh…ohhhhhh…owwwww!”

“That’s right Bitch…” *smack* “Mine!” *smack* “My slutty…” *smack* “…old whore…” *smack*

Each spanking *smack* was accompanied by a crying yelp of pain from the older woman.

“Yes darling…” *smack* “Owwww! Your Bitch!” *smack* “Ohhh! All yours darling…” *smack* “Ahhh! Your dirty…” *smack* “Ahhhhh! Y-your d-dirty old dyke Bitch!” *smack* “Aghhhh!””

*smack* *smack* *smack* *smack*

“Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Oooooh! Owwwwwchhhhahhhh!”

“Good Joyce – that’s right slut…now get down on your knees…get your legs spread…get yourself spread open wide, Bitch…head down…face in the pillow…get your ass up…” *smack* “…higher…” *smack* *smack* *SMACK* “I’ve got something for you…”

“Ooooh…ahh…ahhhhh...like this Faith…so you can fuck me like a Bitch darling?”

“That’s right Joyce…get your ass up so I can see everything…come on show me…”

*smack* *smack* *smack*

“Ahhh…ahhhh…owwww…y-yes darling…l-look…c-can you see my pussy darling? Can you see how wet I am? You know I’m always wet for you…such a slut…you know I can’t keep my legs closed…that’s why you have to keep me under control! Why you have to sp-ahhh-ank me!” *smack* “Ahh!” *smack* “Ahhhh!” *smack* “Ahhhhhh!”

“That’s right slut – and don’t you forget it. Now – you want me to bang you?”

“Mm-hmm…yes please Faith…bang me…please darling…bang me hard…fuck me like a Bitch darling…”

“Fuck – you are one slutty old dyke Joyce! Cunt hungry and desperate to get fucked…aren’t you?”

“Oh y-yes Faith. I love it…I love cunt darling…”

“Yeah you do, don’t you Joyce-slut…”

The young blonde was quite, one might say intimately, familiar with the nature of her Mother’s highly charged, erotic relationship with her lover. She knew that Joyce was deeply submissive, and Faith a perfect fit as her naturally dominant lover. Buffy could see now how it had come to give meaning to their relationship; defining their life-together, with Joyce living all too contentedly as Faith’s obedient housewife and slave; giving herself to the younger woman sexually in every humiliating and frequently painful way required of her. But they were happy. Buffy had come to appreciate and accept that. And in the aftermath of the night on which she had slept with her mother for Faith’s amusement she had come to empathise with her mother as never before. She had come to accept that, if she still felt a definite sense of jealousy for the life her Mother now enjoyed it only served to confirm her own soul-deep need for submission and servitude.

Now, every word, every sound reverberated through her, resonating with her charged, roiling, excited state. And impatient in the knowledge that she was no doubt soon to be beginning such an adventure of her own she could only be affected in one way, tightening the knot of her arousal to an unbearable, irresistible intensity.

“Yes Faith…I’m a slutty cunt hungry old dyke darling…I’d love to be eating you out right now darling…with your girl come in my mouth…mmmmm…”

“I know you would slut…bet you’d like to be eating Dayna’s cunt again as well? Wouldn’t you?”

Buffy stiffened, the sudden mention of her soon-to-be lover bringing her up short. She found herself listening intently to the voices, perving as they indulged their mutual pleasure in their roles.

“Ohhh…oh fuck…oh yes Faith…I would – i-if you let me…”

“Yeah – that’s right sweetness…if I let you…because you belong to me! Don’t you?”

*smack*

“Owww! Oh y-yes darling…I do…I belong to *you*! I’m your Bitch…your slut…”

“I know you are Joyce…such a slut…I’m surprised you didn’t put out for Dayna when she swung by the gallery yesterday…spread your legs for her…or let her sit on your face…while you were planning for her to Top B’…”

“No…you know I wouldn’t do that without your say so baby…I belong to you darling…only you get to pound this pussy!”

“Hmmm – maybe…but I bet you were thinking about it…dripping wet and dreaming of sucking on her clit…eating her ass…”

“W-well…m-maybe a little bit…” Joyce’s voice sounded coy through the wall. “But you know what a slutty whore I am…”

“I do Joyce…” *smack* *smack* *smack*

“Ohhh…ohhhh…owwwwww…”

“Which is why,” Faith continued uninterrupted. “I’m going to spank you properly later…after you’ve come on this cock…I’m going to paddle your slutty ass *hard*…to remind you who you belong to!”

“Oh, I do belong to you Faith…only to you…all of me…a-and if you think I need to be spanked properly to show me…then that’s *exactly* what I need! You know I’m always ready for anything you need to do to me!”

There was a pause that might have been filled with kisses; and then Faith spoke again.

“Good slut – now open that cunt for me!”

“Like this darling…is that wide enough…is my cunt open enough for you?”

“That’s good slut…such a wide, open cunt…I can almost see your tonsils slut…now then let’s see how much cock you can take…”

”Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh…ohhhhhh G-Goddess…oh F-Faith…ahhhhhhh!”

“You like that Bitch? That’s a lot of cock, isn’t it?”

“Oh – y-yes…darling…s-soooo big…so good! Oh Yes! Oooohhh! Mmmmmm! S’goood!”

“Swallow it Bitch…take it…all of it right into you…right-up-your-cunt!”

“Oh-ahhh…ahhhhh…hu-hu-ooooge.... Gohhhhd! S-so big…so…unh-unh-unhuhhh…so deeeeep…so full…ahhhhhh! Ohhh-ahhhhh!”

“And you love it don’t you Bitch?”

“Yuh-ohhhh….mm-hmmm…s-so big…! Yuh-yes M-Miss…yes I d-do…I love it darling…”

“Tell me! Tell me you want it Bitch! Tell me how much you want it?”

“Ohhhh-oh y-yes Faith…please…oh I want it…I want that big cock…I want it so much…split me Faith…pound me…pound your dirty whore darling…please…fill me…fill me with your…ohhh…y-your h-hu-huuuuuge c-o-ock Ohhhh! F-fuck me please…like a Bitch…oh fuck me harder Faith…fuck this Bitch…ohhh f-fill me…fill m-my dirty…whore’s c-cunt…fuck it…fuck me hard…ohhh…h-huh-harder…p-please…m-more! Please!”

“Good slut! Take that big cock in your wet, whore’s cunt, slut!”

“Ohhhh-ohhhh gohhhd…oh Faith…oh please darling…ohhhhh…”

“Yes Joyce - take it Joyce…swallow it…all of it…deep in your cunt…”

“Ahhhhh…oh Faith…bang me…oh m-more…h-harder…bang me please Faith…ohhh fuck me rigid…make me come like the slut I am…make me come…make your slut come on your cock! Ahhh…ohhh…ahhh…”

Of course, Buffy grasped the all too obvious connection between her suddenly intense sexual response to the sounds of her mother’s profound, eager submission to her young lover and the events of earlier in the evening. How could she be otherwise when her consciousness was filled with the memory of the physical presence of Dayna Penshaw as her hands took uninvited liberties with her compliant flesh while at the same time her words promised torrid, sexual use?

Eavesdropping intently on the apotheosis of her Mother’s ecstatic submission and at the same time her sister’s noisy orgasm, Buffy was dazed; lost in the crazed atmosphere that pervaded the house. And with the mention of Dayna’s name – the idea of her Mother serving her suitor sexually –her heated state was wound up to breaking point. Without realising she found herself thrusting her hips and her sensitised groin into her bed and her hand somehow found itself between her legs answering those thrusts with pressure on her clit and deep strokes of her pussy.

She groaned again.

“Oh Dayna…Ma’am,” Buffy sighed to herself. “Oh fuhhhk…I want you so much! I want you to take me. I hope you *will* spank me like that…before you take me…”

She had never been so stimulated; so aroused, nor her imagination so fired with what might be; with what she found herself longing for. Fervid fantasies and lustful longing allied themselves to the heady whirling erotic atmosphere that seemed to pervade the house, possessing her.

Her desires consuming her, her own orgasm came quickly and a gushing splash of girl-jizz drenched the bed-clothes beneath her thrusting thighs.

And as if that were not enough through the long and troubling night, fretting in her room, still deeply horny even in the aftermath of her climax, there continued, from the other side of the wall, the all too familiar sounds of Faith; her voice demanding and severe, her hand hard, the paddle harder still, on Joyce’s bottom, spanking out a rhythm to accompany the pitiful refrain of her mother’s dismayed cries; her forced, anguished arousal and at last her heartfelt orgasm.

She broke Dayna’s command over and again, masturbating numerous times. By morning, she was exhausted and raddled with guilt and shame. But if her date had feared that masturbation might have taken the edge off her lustful desires; her willingness to give herself in submission, she need not have worried. Buffy rose as horny and desperate as any young woman ever had before a first date.

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