Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

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
- 13
- 14
- 15
Chapter 2: Two Dates

Buffy found the following day quite as difficult as the night before, masturbating guiltily several more times – the last time even as she was getting ready.
However, by 7 o’clock she was dressed and ready; and, shaking with nervous excitement she waited in the front room for her date to arrive.
The dress Dayna had bought for her was exactly as she had described. It fitted her perfectly – like a glove, it’s scarlet-red fabric clinging tightly to her curves while it barely covered her bottom leaving the smooth length of her legs bare. The panels at the side made it clear that she had at least obeyed the older woman’s instructions regarding underwear and Buffy knew that she was going to spend a great deal of effort ensuring it did not ride up to flash everyone with a view of her hungry, pouting, pink slit below her smoothly shaved pubis.
Something about the revealing dress made her feel sexy, desirable; slutty. Her core was tight, aching and her nipples were hard, poking through the thin, stretchy material. Her thighs felt damp.
As she waited, anxiously, for Dayna’s arrival she could feel the appreciatively lecherous eyes of both Faith and Janice on her; as well as Dawn’s amazement at the revelation of at how hot her sister looked and the warm, but unmistakeably lusty admiration of her mother.
“Wow…panty dropper…you look *amazing* Buffy!” There was a taut, lusty undertone to Dawn’s breathy approval. “Your mom is *so* lucky Jan-Jan…” Unashamedly she dipped her hand between her legs to squeeze her sex though her shorts.
“Mm-hmm…” Janice nodded her eyes locked on Buffy. She licked her lips unconsciously as she also pressed her hand between her thighs. “Yeah she sure is!”
“Hot damn B’…you are *so* getting fucked tonight!”
Buffy grinned blushing under the lustful wave of compliments.
“You look so hot Sweetie,” Joyce joined in, squeezing her thighs together, remembering the feel of her daughter’s body against hers. “I think Dayna is going to be *very* pleased with you…she’s hardly going to be able to keep her hands off you and I *know* she’s going to *adore* making love to you later!”
Buffy blushed, seeing the lust in the four pairs of eyes but she did not have time to reply as the doorbell rang. Shaking a little more, she hurried to answer the door letting her date into the house.
The older woman’s eyes seemed to bulge at the sight of the young blonde woman, a delighted, lustful light burning in them and she grinned as she checked Buffy up and down, slowly drinking in the sight of her in the clinging, red micro-dress.
Under the intently lascivious inspection Buffy trembled. It was almost as if she was naked on the doorstep. She wanted to pull down on the hem of her dress as if to cover herself but she knew that it would be futile; and besides, she couldn’t help but flush with arousal at the heated way the older woman looked at her; her eyes promising intense, carnal pleasure.
“Well don’t you look lovely Buffy!” Dayna drawled with a crooked smile, her voice husky.
“Th-thank y-you…M-Ma’am…” Buffy stammered. “I-I hope you like wh-what you see?” With her head turned down she looked up from below fluttering eyelashes.
“Yes…I do…I like it *very* much…I knew that dress would suit you sweetie…oh yes…very slutty…mmmmm…you look like a *very* pretty little brat!”
“Ohh…oh th-thank you.” The blonde blushed again, shivering in response to the older woman’s presence.
“I’m glad to see you’re ready on time.”
“I wanted to be *ready* for you Ma’am.” Buffy fluttered her lashes again. She put her head to one side.
“Good girl,” Dayna smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.” Her own eyes sparkled, acknowledging the younger woman’s flirtatiousness. “You look very sexy in your heels Buffy and that dress fits you *very* nicely…” She stared at Buffy’s chest and the younger woman found herself swelling with pride at the older woman’s words; her admiring gaze.
“Mmmmm…” Dayna purred approvingly gesturing with her finger, twirling it. “Give me a twirl then please dear!” She instructed calmly assertive.
With a slight blush, Buffy obeyed, turning slowly so that the older woman could inspect her further.
“And did you do everything you were told girl?”
“Y-yes Ma’am!”
“Good girl. Of course, I can tell that you’re not wearing underwear…did you shave like I told you to?”
Buffy shook, moved by the calm, assured way that the older woman had taken effortless control of her and she slipped easily into willing submission. “Y-yes ma’am…” she answered softly. “D-do y-you want to see?”
She was barely aware of the four sets of eyes that watched from the living room doorway.
“Yes please, Buffy,” her date confirmed with a crooked smile, her eyes hot, like coals.
The petite blonde’s hands shook with nerves as they reached for the bottom of her short clinging dress. There wasn’t much fabric to lift – it barely covered the top of her thighs – but it was tight. Slowly, with the slightest shimmy of her hips she tugged the stretchy, clinging fabric upwards to bare her smooth, shaven groin. Her labia were pink and pouting, damp arousal glistening in a sheen on the coral flesh.
Dayna’s eyes widened and she grinned with delight.
“Oh yes…” she breathed. “That’s *very* pretty…mmmm…a very pretty little pussy!” The older woman was transfixed. “Very pretty,” she repeated herself, her voice low, husky. Slowly she reached out a hand to run her fingers over the smooth, naked flesh. “Beautiful…so smooth…”
Buffy shook at the contact, a soft sigh that was almost a moan coming from her lips as the older woman’s fingers descended lower to slip between the lush, silken folds, dipping into the pooling, liquid heat of her lovemouth.
“Ohhhh.” Buffy shuddered, her hips rolling slightly. Completely enthralled by the older woman she yielded to her attentions.
“You’re very wet Buffy dear,” Dayna husked her finger gliding up and down the groove of the young woman’s split. “You must be very turned on.”
“Ohhh…ohhh…y-yes M-Ma’am...” she nodded. Her hips churned. “Huh-ufff! Ooooohhhfff!” she moaned as Dayna’s finger played, briefly, over her button.
And then Dayna withdrew her glistening fingers, holding them up to check.
“Mmmmm…” She held her fingers to her nose, inhaling the young blonde’s musk before licking the tip of her index finger. “Delicious,” she purred and she proffered her fingers to the younger woman to sniff before pressing them to her lips.
Buffy’s eyes fluttered at the scent of her own desire, tasting herself on her lips and she let the older woman slip her fingers into her mouth. “Mmm-mmmmm,” she moaned softly her tongue wrapping around the older woman’s fingers to savour the sweet-tart slickness that coated them.
Buffy looked almost reverent as she worshipped them, her cheeks hollowing.
Enjoying the sensation of Buffy’s tongue, the suction of her mouth Dayna felt a shudder pass through herself before she withdrew her fingers. Then there was a soft pop as Buffy’s lips released them.
“Have you been like this since yesterday?” she asked and Buffy nodded in response.
“Y-yes Ma’am.”
“That must have been difficult sweetheart…you must have wanted to masturbate so desperately mustn’t you Buffy? But you didn’t? Did you dear? You didn’t play with yourself, did you?”
Buffy’s face fell and suddenly crestfallen she coloured deeply.
“S-s-sorry Ma’am…I-I know you told me not to b-but I-I couldn’t help it…I c-couldn’t resist!” She stammered earnestly, apologetic and shaking with dismay.
Dayna’s face formed a sort of fake frown of disappointment. “Oh dear,” she said with a sigh heavy with irony. “But I shouldn’t have expected anything different – I know you young girls are always fingering yourselves. Oh well – I suppose now I’m just going to have to spank you sweetie.”
“Ohhh…ohh m-my…” Buffy sighed, her eyes fluttering. “Y-yes M-Ma’am…I-I kn-know you are. I’m s-sorry Ma’am…” She paused and then she said, stammering; “A-are y-you going to spank me now Ma’am?”
Dayna grinned, shooting a glance towards where Joyce and Faith; and Dawn and Janice watched entranced as Buffy’s seduction, her subjugation, played out before them.
“No dear,” Dayna said, quirking an eyebrow at the audience. She was certain all four of them would have been delighted to see her warming the blonde’s bottom. “We’ll keep that until later for now…when I’ve got you home and I can deal with you…your disobedient, slutty bottom in private…”
“Ohhh…oh-ok…” Buffy panted.
“Besides,” Dayna continued, straightening Buffy’s dress for her, pulling it back down to cover her modesty. “I think it will be good for you to think about what’s going to happen to you later – while we have our date…”
Buffy shivered as she took in what the older woman was saying. Underlying the entire evening was going to be the certain knowledge, the expectation of the spanking that awaited her at its end – that would, no doubt, precede their making love. The young blonde felt her insides ripple and quake. Her clitoris throbbed, aching and she shivered despite the raging heat between her thighs as she realised the truth of her date’s words.
Dayna smiled seeing the understanding in the young woman’s eyes.
“Good,” she said brightly taking Buffy’s hand. “Shall we go then sweetie?”
Buffy could only manage a nod in response as the woman who had so quickly dominated her lead her out to where her car waited.
***

“Fuck!” Faith rasped, recovering her composure first. Beside her Joyce was panting. Janice and Dawn stared speechlessly after Buffy and Dayna.
“Looks like B’ is in *so much* trouble!” Faith murmured.
“*Lucky* girl…” Janice murmured.
“Your mom’s *so* hot Jan-Jan!” Dawn breathed.
“I *know*!” Janice replied as if she had seen her mother for the first time.
“She’s such a total Domme! And now I’m actually jealous of my lame sister!”
“M-m-me too!” Janice said, blushing deeply and Dawn grinned at her girlfriend’s guilty confession. Turning towards her, she took the auburn- haired teen’s hand.
“Are you *hot* for your mom Jan-Jan?” she asked with a sly grin and Janice blushed.
Still blushing she met her girlfriend’s eyes with a grin of her own.
“Well…” she said. “I-I g-guess so…”
“You are such a slut Jan-Jan…” Dawn said. “I love you so much…”
“Well it takes one to know one baby,” Janice said, kissing the elfin brunette.
“Mmm-mmm-mmmm….” Dawn moaned into the kiss and their tongues twined for a while, their hands wandering until breathless they broke apart.
“W-we *so* need a Top like your mom, Jan-Jan,” Dawn panted. It was a theme they had visited and revisited numerous times.
Janice nodded in breathless agreement. “Y-yeah…w-we *need* to graduate Dawnie…” Her eyes were heavy, hooded, smoky with lust.
Dawn shivered. “Ohhh gohhhd…” she moaned. “So, Miss Calendar can Top us…l-like she said she would…”
Quite oblivious to Joyce and Faith next to them the two teens moved into each other’s arms kissing passionately again before they hurried away climbing the stairs to the Dawn’s bedroom; from where, soon, the sounds of their lovemaking could once more be heard.
As they left Faith rolled her eyes at her lover.
“Guess who’s got a subby crush on their teacher?” she quipped with a grin.
“Well now we know about *that*!” Joyce said sharing Faith’s smile as her lover leaned in to kisser
“So, what have you got planned for this slutty, lezzie bottom tonight then darling?” she asked a few minutes later, her chest heaving. “Are you going to put me on my back darling? Or over your knee first?”
“Hmmmm,” Faith hummed, stroking her chin as if considering the idea carefully. “That does sound very tempting Sweetness…but…maybe later…” Joyce’s face fell before her lover continued. “I think we should go out as well…and you can think about what’s going to happen to *you* later as well,” she said squeezing Joyce’s bottom. “What’s going to happen to your subby, whore’s ass when we get back – just like B’ is going to be doing!”
“Ohhh…oooooh…” Joyce groaned as Faith’s finger slipped into the crease of her bottom to press against her sphincter. Her knees trembled. “O-oh-kay darling…wh-what do you want me to wear?”
Faith looked askance at her mature lover as she shuddered next to her. Looking Joyce up and down at her black, lacey bra and thong set with her matching garter belt and charcoal stockings she smiled. “You know…I think you’ll be fine *just* as you are Sweetness…just grab your coat…we’ll go to Reggies.”
“Ohh! Oh m-my gosh,” Off balance at the prospect of an impromptu date night and all that would follow Joyce found herself stammering again. She knew that going out so inadequately dressed would result in her finding herself being shown off again at the bar and the humiliating prospect swept over her, confusingly distressing and yet arousing at the same time. She knew full well the sort of things Faith’s libido might dream up for her; that the protection afforded by her coat would be only too temporary and that she would likely end up naked. It left her feeling completely vulnerable. She shivered, feeling the familiar erotic charge at the helplessness of being at Faith’s mercy.
“Come on then Sweetness!” Faith said brightly releasing Joyce to land a crisp firm spank across her bottom.
“Ohhhfff…” Joyce moaned as her buttocks jiggled, flattening and spreading in response. “Oh yes darling!” she said with a heated emphasis.

***
Dayna’s right hand was resting on Buffy’s thigh as she drove.
“So tell me Buffy – what were you thinking about when you were jilling your little bean last night?” she asked.
Buffy blushed. “W-well…y-you of course Ma’am,” she replied her voice husky as her date’s hand eased her legs apart to let her fingers trace circles on the inside of her thigh.
“That’s nice sweetie – though I am *still* going to spank you later for your disobedience – but tell me more. What were you thinking about me?’
“A-about you…about you making love to me tonight Ma’am…all the things you might want to do with me…if you’d want me on my back…or on my knees…l-like a bitch…and m-maybe…g-going down on you…f you’d let me…what you taste like…I was thinking how yummy your pussy would be…a-and whether you’ll let me make you come…what you look like…what you sound like when you come Ma’am.”
“Ooooh…mmmm…that sounds lovely Buffy, sweetheart…” Dayna felt the fluttering behind her clitoris become a throb and her belly flipped as desire for the young woman raged higher; but she stiffened her resolve. She could quite easily have gotten carried away at that point. But she resisted pulling to the side of the road to ravish Buffy there in the car. She wanted her first night with Buffy to be consummated in the comfort of her own bedroom, where she could explore every sensitive inch of the little blonde in slow detail; having her way with her; doing all those things to her she had dreamed of. She steeled herself. “And was there anything else?’
‘Well…” Buffy continued her intimate confession hesitantly; but she couldn’t really have stopped even if she’d tried to. “I-I had to borrow one of the razors Faith uses to shave Mom and I wondered what it would be like...i-if you were to sh-shave me like she does…i-if you’d want to do that?”
“Mmmmm…yes I do think I’d like that…we’ll see? Was there anything else?”
“Well then…later…Faith was spanking Mom – a-and I realised that I was going to be spanked by you tonight – and that made me come again…and then…well then I realised it was too late…”
“So, after that you thought you’d just jill yourself off all night?” Dayna’s hand slipped beneath Buffy’s dress to cup her sex.
“Ohhh…y-yes – I-I g-guess so…when I realised I was going to get spanked whatever I did…oooooh y-yess…oh Ma’am…mmmm…” Buffy moaned, subsiding and she moved herself against the older woman’s hand.
“Stop that Buffy,” Dayna instructed, squeezing as they approached a stop sign. “You’re going to have to learn – if you want to be with me – that *I’m* in charge of you now girl. I’m in charge of this!” She gave her sex a squeeze. “I’ll decide when you get to feel good…when you get to come! No touching this pussy unless I say…”
“Ooooofffuhhh!” Buffy gasped, squirming, trying to restrain the urge to hump against the auburn-haired woman’s hand. “Y-yes M-Ma’am…o-of course Ma’ammmm!”
She bit her lip and Dayna smiled and she pinched the young blonde’s clitoris making her gasp, before pulling off again.
A few minutes later she eased her hand from between Buffy’s legs before swinging into a parking lot.
“Your mom told me about this place…I think Faith brings her here quite a lot.” Dayna gestured to the sign above Pink Tango. “I thought we’d have a few drinks…while we get to know each other…”
“Oh-ok…” Buffy nodded. “That sounds nice, thanks Ma’am…” she said. And she meant it. She was already completely under the spell of the auburn haired older woman.
More than delighted by how things had gone Dayna slipped an arm behind Buffy to cup her bottom as they walked across the parking lot and there her hand remained as she escorted the young blonde into the club where she manoeuvred her across to a booth.
Buffy squirmed a little, wriggling as Dayna’s fingers squeezed, openly fondling her and she blushed but she could not deny the way she ached with desire behind her centre.
Dayna ordered drinks for them; a gin and tonic for herself and a wine spritzer for Buffy and as the topless Hispanic waitress left to fetch their drinks Dayna leaned over to Buffy. Cupping the little blonde girl’s face, she kissed her, her tongue swiftly conquering the younger woman’s; her hands sweeping over her body.
“Mmmm-mmmnnnfff!” Buffy’s whimper was muffled by Dayna’s mouth as the mature woman pinched her nipples through her dress.
They made out like that for a while, Buffy writhing as Dayna made free with her hands, pinching, squeezing stroking, until the waitress returned. The petite blonde was breathless with passion and surrender as the topless woman set down their drinks. There was an appreciative heat in her eyes and she winked at Buffy. Gold rings decorated her dark nipples and she wore a collar with a small gold padlock around her throat.
After that they talked for a while. Dayna asked Buffy about her previous experiences with women and Buffy told her about Willow and Faith and Jenny. Dayna was surprised to learn that Faith had been the one to take her virginity, but delighted to know that she had never been with a man. For some reason that felt important to her. When Buffy mentioned the one-night-stands she’d had in the last few months the older woman quirked a smile at the blonde’s slutty behaviour.
“I’m going to have to spank you for all of those,” she said matter of factly and Buffy shrugged.
“I-if you s-say so Ma’am,” she said softly.
And Dayna listened intently, a hand, again, on the younger woman’s thigh, her eyes wide with delighted amazement when, blushing deeper than ever, Buffy told her about the night she had made love with her mother, and she pressed her for every detail.
“Well that’s something we have in common then,” she said, kissing Buffy again. “But I suspect that you and I are just two of what’s going to be a long list of women, sweetheart.”
Buffy smiled, nodding. “Yeah…I think you’re right…Faith loves how slutty mom is!” she said with a grin and she leaned against the older woman, as Dayna put an arm around her.
They continued to chat, finishing their drinks and Dayna called over the waitress again to order two more drinks and then she asked: “Shall we dance Buffy?”
The young blonde looked at the dancefloor.
There was statuesque blonde woman on the dance floor. her partner was dark skinned woman of mixed African and Hispanic extraction whose possessive hands made it quite clear who was in charge in that relationship and she pulled the curvaceous blonde woman close her fingers busy on her partner's generous, shapely breast, plucking at her nipples through the sheer material of her skin-tight, lace body suit.
The blonde’s face was strained with a confused passion as the darker woman kissed her.
Buffy nodded. “Y-yes Ma’am…i-if you like?” she said.
***

At Reggies, Joyce leaned against Faith. Her lover sat on a bar stool and the older woman half sat, half lounged in her lap. Beside them Faith’s friend, Darla, leaned on the counter. She had an arm around a mature, russet-haired woman whom she had met only a couple of days before.
Faith’s hand played across Joyce’s bottom through her coat. Tied at the waist with a fabric belt it came to mid-thigh. As she moved it flowed, offering glimpses of her stocking tops. Through it the dark-haired young Domme’s fingers fondled lush, matronly curves.
And across the bar from them Faith’s other friend Kendra leaned on the counter.
Joyce smiled nervously, bashfully at the beautiful young black woman, memories of making love with her lighting up in her head; her hard hands as they spanked her; her strong, athletic, youthful body against her, above her, pressing her legs apart, sinking her dildo into her.
She shuddered.
Kendra returned her look with the same intently sexual look she gave her every time they frequented the club and Joyce shuddered, swallowing knowing *exactly* what Kendra was thinking.
“So, you set B’ up with your friend Dayna, then Joyce?” Darla asked.
Like Faith’s, Darla’s hand rested possessively on her companion’s behind.
Joyce smiled, shrugging. She sipped her wine as her lover’s hand continued to fondle her bottom.
“Well – yes – I reckon they’ll be perfect together.”
“Well B’ is certainly a sub…she needs a firm hand. We all knew it at school but after she and Faith blew out she was so into Red that none of us had a chance to Top her – not for lack of trying eh Kendra?”
Kendra shrugged. “We were all young once Dar’,” she answered. “You reckon your friend will be up to it Joyce?”
“Dayna? I think so! She certainly *knows* how to discipline a woman!” Joyce said knowingly and she gave both Darla and Kendra a look before she smiled at Faith.
“Ah - so you’ve been over her knee then have you Joyce?” Kendra asked, understanding.
Joyce smiled, nodding. “Mm-hmm…and beneath her…” she said her eyes sparkling.
“Mmmm…” Kendra purred. “And I can *remember* what that ride’s like!”
“Me too!” Joyce purred with a smile. “I’m still hoping my darling Faith lets me sub for you again some time.”
Darla looked at her black friend in shock. “You and *Joyce*, Kendra?” she said. “When was that?”
“Few weeks ago,” Faith chipped in. “I thought it would be a good lesson for Joyce. I was still training her.”
“You’re *always* training me darling,” Joyce said with soft passion, leaning to press her lips to her lover’s cheek. “Every day you teach me that I can submit more deeply.”
Faith grinned at the golden haired older woman and she nodded. “Yeah…that’s right Sweetness…” she said and she unfastened the belt of Joyce’s coat so it fell open. Her hand played across the golden haired older woman’s belly before tracing up to her scantily covered breasts.
“Mmmm…nice…” Darla purred enjoying the sight of what was revealed. Her hand moved again over her russet-haired companion’s bottom who blushed, staring, wide-eyed at Joyce’s cleavage and a shiver passed through her.
“Still a hot and horny old Milf, Joyce,” Kendra’s eyes burned.
“Th-thank you, Kendra.” Joyce said with a slight blush.
“Take you coat off Sweetness.” Faith instructed, smiling at her lover and Joyce obeyed, shrugging it off her shoulders to let it fall, so she stood in just her underwear and heels. Her lover’s hand moved back to her rump, patting the pantied orbs.
There was a brief ebbing in the flow of conversation around the place as people turned to stare at her avidly.
Darla’s russet-haired companion looked shocked and she gave a tiny gasp as Darla’s hand squeezed. She licked her lips nervously though her eyes narrowed as they flickered up and down Joyce’s near naked form.
Joyce recognised that look; the tense, tremulous strain of a woman who had recently been spanked; who was just discovering the power of submission and a new sexuality; who, finding herself immersed in a world of sensuality and erotic experience was struggling to cope with her feelings and the strange, powerful new urges that assailed her. Intensely aroused, despite the heated aftermath of discipline, her eyes were glazed; her face almost slack, despite her distress and tension. Wanton, her hips rolled slightly as Darla’s hand roamed the spread of her aching rump through her tailored skirt.
Smiling at the other woman Joyce wrapped an arm around her lover.
“Shall I take my panties off as well darling?” she asked archly.
Faith smiled back at her, the familiar wolfish grin that set butterflies a fluttering in her belly.
She didn’t have to say anything, Joyce knew what she should do and with a shake of the hips she tugged her panties over her hips to slip them downwards towards the floor before she let Faith draw her close, pulling her down over her knee. Rising on to tiptoes, she arched her back, pushing out her bottom into the inevitable spanks.
All around the bar all eyes were focused on Joyce – not for the first time – as she gave herself publicly to her lover’s domination.
“Ohhhhh…ohhh-ahhhhh…ahhh…ahhhh…owwwww…” she gasped her legs kicking, her bottom blushing, warming quickly under the swift, harsh assault.
The brunette’s left hand rested on the satin skin of Joyce’s waist, holding her close, in place over her left thigh where she sat on her stool.
Eyes moistening quickly as her feet twitched, the older woman arched, her golden curls hanging down her back as her tears formed and she thrust her centre against her lover’s thigh,
“Ahhh…ahhhhhh…ah-owwwww…owwwww…owww-owwwwwchuhhhh…”
Faith’s hand was hot on her inner thigh as she eased her legs apart. Joyce complied, adjusting her stance before the spanks rained down again on the wide spread of her bottom making her cry out.
“Ohh…ohhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhhh! Oh gohhhd! Oh Fuhhhck! Ahhhh!” Her hips rolled, grinding herself onto her lover’s thigh as she surrendered to the torrid, building pain, accepting the humiliation. And, in letting herself submit, feeling her lustful need grow once more.
A little while later Joyce curled herself against her young lover. Her buttocks were pink, florid with a rosy heat; stinging. Faith’s hand rested on their deep, blushing flesh and her hips rolled a little. There was moisture on her thighs and a damp spot darkened the place on Faith’s jeans where she had been draped for her spanking.
Sipping her wine, she dabbed at her eyes before she smiled looking at the woman with Darla who blushed at the heat that blazed in Joyce’s gaze.
The russet-hired woman’s eyes were troubled.
“Your turn now, Katherine” Joyce said, waggling her eyebrows and the other woman blanched as Darla grinned.
“N-nohhh…” Katherine breathed, looking, pleading at her blonde companion.
“Don’t tell us you haven’t spanked her yet Darla!” Faith quipped, her smile wry, teasing; knowing. Like Joyce she recognised the look on Katherine’s face – probably better even than her golden-haired lover.
Kendra laughed and Darla grinned in response. Her hand squeezed the russet-hired woman’s bottom making her groan softly. The memory of painful submission showed in her face.
“What do you think?” Darla’s eyes sparkled like grey-blue tourmaline.
Katherine coloured pink, her eyes closing with embarrassment.
“Oh, I think we can tell,” Joyce teased. She recognised the russet-haired woman from Parent/Teacher evenings. She was sure her daughter was in Dawnie’s class.
Joyce had had no inkling that the other woman’s sexual preferences might be similar to her own. But then, she thought, she probably hadn’t realised it herself until she met Darla. After all, she admitted to herself with a small smile, her own sexuality had changed profoundly over the short months that she had been with Faith; and in ways that few could have predicted – least of all herself. She gave her lover an adoring look, and she kissed her, opening her mouth to the younger woman’s tongue and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, fellating the fleshy muscle.
“Y-you w-wouldn’t d-do that? Would you Darla?” Katherine asked hesitant with fear. “N-not i-in front of them…I-I’m n-not w-wearing *panties*!”
Darla’s teeth were white sharp as she grinned. But after a moment her face relented her smile softening.
“It’s ok Kit-Kat,” she said softly, stroking the older woman’s cheek while she spoke. “I know you’re not ready for that…not yet anyway…maybe another night…”
The older woman blanched relief and terror warring as she realised that such an ordeal had only been postponed.
Darla smiled at her, kissing her, licking her lips and the brunette trembled, arching as her young blonde lover drew her towards her.
Surrendering to Darla’s tongue, letting it into her mouth to lay claim to her as the blonde’s hand cupped the back of her head holding her to her while her other hand roamed the spread of her bottom, Katherine also sucked, shivering, her hips swaying.
After a while Darla let them up for air. Katherine panted. Her lips were bruised, her lipstick smudged. Flushed pink as if from exertion she seemed to sag against her young Top.
“C’mon,” Darla said, breathless herself. “You may not be ready to be shown off Kit-Kat…but your ass is certainly ready for another *private* paddling…”
“Ohhh…oh n-no D-Darla…please…don’t spank me again…I-I’m still sore from last night…”
“Yeah…I know you are,” the young blonde woman’s tone was soft, calm but implacable. “So, you’re *really* going to feel it tonight, aren’t you Kit-Kat? Mmmm?” Her eyes were hard.
“Ohh nohhh…b-but…please Darla…d-don’t sp-spank me again…I-I…I-I’ll lick your pussy like a good little…slut…” Her voice trailed away quietly on the last word.
“You’ll do that anyway Kit-Kat…” said, Darla with a curl of the lip. “After you’ve been disciplined.”
“Ohhh…ohhh g-gohhhd!” Katherine moaned, her face a picture of distress and humiliation knowing how she would suffer and certain everyone present knew it too. She whimpered as Darla put her hand on her bottom to guide her towards the door but she made no attempt to resist as the younger woman led her away.
“She’s got a nice ass,” Faith said appreciatively.
“Uh-huh!” Kendra purred. “Bet it looks *pretty* when it’s spanked!”
“Mmmmnn…” Joyce breathed agreeing, and she squeezed her thighs together at the intimate, intense sense of empathy as they watched them leave She knew exactly how Katherine must feel the hot ache of her own recently spanked bottom fuelling the raging fire in her core.
***

Buffy felt dazed. Dayna’s body moved against her on the dancefloor, the older woman’s hands wandering, one moving from her face, to her breasts, to her hip and back again; the other fondling her bottom. Held close, their hips moved together. The older woman’s heavier breasts squashed against her smallish, slender mounds, her sturdy thighs pressed against hers. Her lips brushed her neck, her ear, her mouth. Her tongue swirled in her mouth.
Buffy clung tight to her date. To the woman she knew would shortly be her lover.
She felt a sort of sensory overload. The music seemed to swirl around and through her amalgamating with the movement of her body, the sensation of Dayna against her, her scent, her breath, her tongue.
It all coalesced inside her as an overwhelming sense of fluid sensuality and she felt herself surrendering completely to the older woman’s control.
Though the dance was slow, by the end of the song she was breathless, panting. She looked up at the taller seeming older woman to see an answering passion mirrored in her eyes; a corresponding heave of her breasts as she sucked in air. Her top was low cut revealing wide slices of her full, generous breasts and Buffy’s eyes were drawn to the swell, the rise and fall of Dayna’s chest and she could only think of being permitted to worship them.
Dayna smiled delighted as she read the young woman’s eyes. “Come on,” she said, taking her hand to lead her back to their seat.
There she drew her into her lap and kissed her again.
“So, you’re a tit girl are you dear?” she asked teasingly.
Buffy blushed, nodding slightly. “W-well…I-I -suppose…” she stammered.
“Mmmm…well I may be able to help you with that,” Dayna breathed before drawing Buffy’s face down into the vale of her cleavage, holding her there while with her other hand she sought the attention of the olive-skinned waitress.
The scent of Dayna’s heated, silken flesh flooded through Buffy’s senses, intoxicating; hot musk and perfume. The weight of her hand held her in place and she felt controlled; governed.
She was only partially aware of the waitress beside them. She barely heard Dayna order the drinks as she pressed her lips to the inside of the older woman’s cleavage. She could feel the sigh she caused pass through Dayna’s body.
“Mmmm…that’s good,” Dayna breathed as she let Buffy up for air to kiss her again.
Her hands roamed Buffy’s body as they kissed some more until their drinks arrived.
The waitress looked at them lecherously again and they smiled at the look in her eyes.
“You’re both new here aren’t you?” she asked a little archly as she set down their drinks.
“It’s our first date,” Dayna answered with a grin puling Buffy close. “We’re just getting to know each other, aren’t we honey?”
Buffy blushed shyly as a shiver ran down her spine at the look in the older woman’s eyes.
“Yes Ma’am,” she answered, her eyes smoky, her voice low. She moved to kiss Dayna’s neck.
“Mmmm…first date eh? You look so cute together?” The waitress beamed a smile. “Looks like someone’s going to be putting out tonight though!” Waggling her eyebrows, she looked pointedly at the way Dayna moved her hands over Buffy. “Lucky thing!” And she winked at the petite young blonde woman.
“She’s nice,” Dayna purred as they watched her go with a swing of her hips. “I can’t wait to get you home homey, but I do like it here; don’t you?” Dayna asked.
Buffy nodded surveying the bar. “I didn’t realise they had topless lesbian bars,” said Buffy. “I like it …it’s sexy.”
“Your mom said the same thing when she told me about this place.” Dayna smiled at her companion. “She said you’d like it.”
Buffy nodded again in agreement and her eyes followed a tall blonde woman as she emerged from the bathroom. A smaller dark-haired woman hung on her arm, her eyes damp, her face strained and she moved stilly. The blonde woman’s blue eyes flashed with an icy, sharp intensity.
As they moved across the club they attracted knowing glances and nods of approval from the other clientele.
“Do you think they were having sex in the ladies’ room?” Buffy asked.
“Hmmm…well maybe…but it looks more like the brunette has just had a good spanking to me…”
“Oh1 Oh gosh!” Buffy’s eyes widened as she followed them across the bar to their table where the brunette settled, gingerly but pliant, moulding herself into her companion’s denim clad lap and the young blonde’s core ached as she wondered what it would be like to find herself the recipient of such shamelessly public discipline so that everyone would know she had been spanked; to have her submission demonstrated so openly.
At the same time, at the bar a curvaceous olive-skinned woman with long dark, shining hair leant into the arms of a tall, slim, mature woman with shining, long, honey coloured hair. The Hispanic woman was younger than her companion, perhaps in her early thirties. She was full figured, her breasts large and her hips and bottom generous, plump in the close-fitting sheath of her lacey black dress. Black stilettos tightened the muscles of her legs all the way up to push her bottom outwards, emphasising its generously rounded width.
Her companion was older – perhaps more than twenty years her senior but she was still attractive, elegant. Slim and tall, she looked cool, refined, wealthy. Her hair was expensively coiffured. Everything about her looked expensive. Her dress was smart, well-tailored in subtle, soft, grey silk. Close fitting but elegant. Charcoal hose encased her legs and on her feet, she wore smart grey pumps.
The slender older woman’s heels were not so high as her companion’s but she was the taller of the two and she looked down on her a little.
At the bar, they spoke to the barkeep; an attractive, dark-haired woman with a wry, gap-toothed smile. The Hispanic woman wriggled a little as the blonde’s hand slipped down to caress the opulent curves of her bottom and she smiled nervously as the other two laughed. And then as the other two conversed she looked suddenly up to her companion with a startled concern in her eyes.
She shook her head, her face suddenly pleading; the dark, almond ellipse shapes of her eyes widening.
“P-please,” she seemed to mouth. Across the busy bar, it was impossible to hear her but the nervous unease of her plea was all too easy to read.
But her entreaty fell on closed ears; the blonde woman’s face hard as she silenced the Hispanic woman with a finger on her lips before stroking her face.
She spoke again and her companion’s face fell. Her eyes turning down, her lips trembling as she visibly yielded to the older woman’s will.
Suddenly the bar seemed to quiet and the attention of all turned towards the drama that played out at the bar. Dayna and Buffy were no different and they watched fascinated as the shapely Latino reached down to tug at her skirt pulling it upwards. It was tight, clinging to her like a glove and she struggled with it, wriggling her hips to work it upwards with the whole of Pink Tango watching. Her dark café latte skin darkened, blushing.
Her dress bunched as she wrestled it up past the globes of her bottom and the spread of her hips to where her waist narrowed. Her thong was electric blue, satin, high over her hips. Her ass bounced, wobbling, two large golden-bonze orbs of flesh still bearing the broad but fading, pinkish marks of an earlier paddling.
Humiliation was writ large on her face and her eyes were liquid, tears welling as she looked vainly towards her companion for mercy. Finding no such concession in her companion’s face she gave another sob, submission bending her neck before she hooked her fingers into the straps of her thong to pull them over her hips, sliding her panties down her legs. Then stepping out of them, she handed them to the bar-keep who grinned in triumph as she reached to take the scrap of blue fabric from her. And then, after ringing the bell in the traditional way, she reached to hang them above the bar with a hundred other pairs.
“I wonder how many pairs of your mom’s panties are up there?” Dayna asked, looking back towards her young date with a teasing smile as the Hispanic woman straightened. From across the bar Buffy could see her nipples, hard, straining against the bodice of her dress.
Buffy met her date’s eyes and though she blushed a little, knowing all too intimately the lengths to which her submissive mom would go in order to please her dominant young lover, she felt a shudder quake through her core.
“I-I don’t know Ma’am,” she answered. “Lots, I guess!” Her eyes swirled with a fusion of intense emotions.
“Yes, I reckon so! I’m sure she’s had to give up her underwear plenty of times. Maybe I should have done that with you Buffy? If you were wearing panties…they could have put them next to your mom’s…” Dayna mused wryly easing her hand back up between Buffy’s thighs once more. “So that everyone would know you’re a slut – just like her!”
Buffy breathed heavily. “P-perhaps you could have me do that next time?” she said. She fluttered her eyelashes. “Ohhhmmm…” she moaned as Dayna palmed the soft, downy flesh of her inner thighs.
“Next time?” the older woman said with a quizzical look.
Buffy smiled. “If I get a second date Ma’am,” she pouted.
“We’ll see…” Dayna’s mouth closed on hers, her tongue demanding and Buffy sucked, obedient but unbidden as her date’s fingers dabbled again in the lush flesh at the junction of her thighs.
Wrapped up in each other they paid no heed as the Latino woman reached to pull her skirt back down. They did not care that her humiliation wasn’t over as her companion stayed her hand; shaking her head; making her stop. Leaning in close she whispered in her ear and the younger woman tensed.
The mature blonde woman spanked her bottom – just once; her hand delivering a hard smack with a swing of the arm and a flick of her wrist and the dark-haired woman flinched, gasping as her bottom wobbled, blushing.
And then she seemed to say; “Yes Ma’am,” and she bobbed a half curtsey before putting her hands behind her back, folding them above her bottom.
The wealthy looking older woman smiled leaning in to kiss the curvy, dark haired submissive and then saying something to the bar-keep that made her laugh, she turned her companion to lead her across towards the dancefloor.
A breath of something passed around the club.
The Hispanic woman’s mound was graced by the tiniest, neat little bar of dark black fuzz and a trio of gold rings decorated her lovemouth, adorning the sheath of her nubbin and the folds of her labia. And as they danced, the older woman guiding her sensually around the dance-floor, controlling her; the olive-skinned woman’s large, round bottom, still bare, swaying as she moved in her mature lover’s arms, seemed to attract every staring, gaze in the place except for two who had eyes only for each other.
Slowly the bar returned to normal – if there was such a thing at Pink Tango. Dancers danced, drinkers drank; couples kissed and laughed, giggling and whispering. In the corner the petite brunette writhed in her blonde lover’s arms; straddling her lap, her hips rolling, her buttocks still warm. And, while frequent glances stole over the two newcomers as they danced, as many admiring eyes played over Buffy and Dayna, watching the young blonde’s willing seduction; her eager, wanton, surrender.
Indeed, they no doubt hoped to see yet more; that Dayna might make a display of her young date, but she was not willing to share her prize that night. Hungry to indulge herself in her willing young flesh, she wanted Buffy to herself alone.
Buffy panted, her breath quite stolen away, her petite breasts heaving as Dayna let her up. Her lips were bruised with kisses and her eyes were heavy, hooded, dark with lust; her body limp, pliable with desire; biddable with longing as she let the other woman then draw her to her feet to
put her hand on her neck and Buffy bowed her head obediently in response. The older woman felt an unbearable spike of longing for the young blonde. Suddenly urgent now, impatient, ardent in her desire to have her way with her she guided her biddable companion swiftly across the club.
Controlled by the hand on her neck her quite as completely as the olive-skinned woman had been, her large, round bottom, still bare, gyrating in a lewd display on the dancefloor, Buffy Summers was escorted by the woman who was soon to be her lover to their date’s inevitable denouement.
***

On the back seat of the taxi Joyce sucked on Faith’s tongue, her coat unfastened, naked beneath it now, except for her stockings and garters, her legs were spread wide.
“Mmmmmffffuhhhh,” she moaned as her lover’s hand spanked against the liquid flesh of her womanhood. Her eyes widening in distress.
The taxi lurched to the right, nearly mounting the sidewalk before correcting its line. In front the driver ran a nervous finger round his collar. Sweat beaded on his brows as he flickered his eyes from the road to the incredible view in his mirror.
“Mmmm-mmm-mmmmffffnnnnnuhhh!” Joyce groaned around the younger woman’s muffling tongue and Faith spanked her pussy again making her hips buck and jerk.
Faith began to alternate between spanks to the golden-haired bottom’s pussy and her thighs, leaving damp, stinging points of heat on her legs between sharp, painful swats to her softest flesh.
“Mmnnnnnnnmmmmfhhhhhnuuuuuhhhhhnnnn!” groaned Joyce, writhing, her legs kicking as she suffered. She wanted to close her legs; to hide from the driver’s lecherous gaze but she wanted Faith’s domination more.
“Mmmnnnnooooooooofffffhhhhhhhhh! Mmmnnnnnuuuumfffhhh! Mmnnnnooooohhhmmnnnnuhhh!” She whimpered into her lover’s kiss but she remained obedient, sucking gently on the young woman’s tongue as if it was her clit.
She hoped dearly that she would be sucking that as well quite soon.
Abruptly her young lover changed tack. Still kissing her, she slapped her belly and then her breasts so they burned, pinking, their slender weight bouncing.
“Mmmfffh! Mmmmnnnnuuuummmff! Mnnnuuummmfffuhhhhmmm!”
The taxi lurched again and Joyce could feel her lover’s laughter through their bodies before Faith spanked her tits again.
Her body was on fire. Her bottom still warm, tingling after her earlier spanking at the bar; her breasts and thighs burning; her sex aching, stinging, dripping. She felt her arousal ooze down into the crease of her bottom, trickling into the well of her rosebud and Faith spanked her pussy again, her hand making a wet sound as it slapped against the moisture of her core.
She wanted to beg.
“Please fuck me darling! Fuck me please Faith!”
There in the back of the taxi; with the driver perving at her. She wanted Faith to take her; to lay her on her back and mount her. She wanted to show how much she adored the brunette; how deep was her submission.
But she couldn’t. Faith’s tongue still owned her mouth and she languished wordless as she suffered.
“Mmmmmmmnnnnn! Mmmmooooooohhhhmmmmffffuhhhhh!”
By the time they arrived home, the pink-faced taxi driver looked like he might be about to have a seizure.
Faith tipped him generously, winking at him.
“Enjoy that?” she asked with a smirk and he choked, coughing as she led her submissive older lover up the garden path.
Joyce leaned against her, moulding herself to her as they went.

Once inside Faith bared her again quickly to spank her bottom, her thighs; her breasts; her sex making her moan and sob, gasping now.
“Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Owww! Ahh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohhh! Ahhh! Owwwch! Ooooh! Oooooh! Oooooooh! Ooooofff-ahhhh!”
And as tears filled her eyes and her love-sap splashed to moisten her thighs again, the brunette’s other hand probed between the golden-haired submissive’s buttocks to press into the resilient tension of her rectum.
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ahhhh! Oooooooooonnnnnuhhhh!” Joyce moaned straining as her pussy suffered and at the same time Faith’s finger pushed deeper into her until her ass swallowed its entire length.
Her back arched, her hips churning.
“You were so hot tonight Sweetness,” Faith said, kissing her neck as she continued her dual assault on the older woman’s body, spanking her pussy while she corkscrewed her finger inside her ass.
“Ohhhh…ahhh…ahhh…ahhhh…”
“So pretty over my knee at the bar…I think you nearly killed Darla’s date when you dropped your panties…”
“Ohhh…oooofff…only because sh-shu-she thought Darla was going to d-doooooh…huff…d-do the same to her…ahhh…ohh…ohh…ooh…owww…”
“Yeah…and you’d have loved to have seen that wouldn’t you Sweetness. The way you were grooving on her...I love how hot you were for her…you wanted to eat her pussy…you wanted to fuck her didn’t you Joyce?”
“Mmmmnuuufff…ohhhhh…ahhh…” Joyce groaned. Her eyes fluttered as she suffered, her inner walls clenching. “Y-yuh…y-yessss…ohh f-fuhhck…yes! Ahh...ahh…ahhh…ahhhh!”
“You’re such a lezzie slut aren’t you baby?”
“Ohhhh…oh g-gohddd…y-yessss…s-such a slut…mmmm…ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…a d-d-d-dyke-slut d-d-d-darling-uhhh…”
“That’s right Sweetness…mmmm…I just love how much of a slutty lezzie whore you’ve become…”
Faith kissed her, her pinching her clitoris.
“Uhhhhfffffmmmmnnfffff!” Joyce gurgled, jerking as her lover jacked on her button. The finger in her bottom still pumping.
“Come on,” the young dark haired Domme said after a while. “Let’s get something bigger than my finger up your slutty ass!”
“Ohh…ohhhhhhhh!” Joyce gasped shuddering, her sphincter tightening, clinging on to her lover’s digit.
“Mmmmm…that’s right baby…your ass wants it, doesn’t it?”
“Ohh…ooohhhh…g-gohddd…yuh-yess Faith…*I* want it darling…”
“Yeah you do Sweetness!” Faith answered releasing to begin to undress. Joyce watched her naked body emerge with the same lustfully adoring delight that she always did. Her lips were dry and she licked them at the sight of Faith’s perfect young breasts and taut pink nipples; her long slimly muscled legs and tight, firm ass; her flat belly and the dark patch of neat fuzz above the luscious pink lovemouth she worshipped.
“Ohhh…p-please Faith,” Joyce licked her lips again. “Let me eat you…mmmm…let me lap your pussy…sit on my face darling…Queen me…”
“Sounds nice…maybe later Sweetness” She reached for the strap-on dildo that lay in its harness as always, on the coffee table, ready for use. “B…but first…” she said, stepping into it, tightening the strap-on into place before pulling Joyce towards her. “I’m going to fuck your slutty old ass! Now get yourself over here and suck my dick…like a cheap hooker Joyce…like the whore you are…get this cock juiced up nice and slick with your mouth so it’s ready for that tight little fuck-hole!”
“Ohh…oh m-my…y-yes darling…I-If you want darling…” Joyce stammered, her heart pattering; her rosebud, tight, quivering.
“I do want, Joyce,” Fait replied grasping the dildo in her fist so it stood erect, jutting up past her belly button. “I want to see you suck my girl-cock Sweetness so it fills your throat while you blow it like a pro…before you climb on…and work your slutty ass on it…”
Subsiding to her knees to let herself be guided until her lips met the dildo’s head Joyce kissed it, pursing her lips to press them to the up-thrust phallus. Looking up at her lover she batted her eyelids,
“Like this Faith?” she almost purred, parting her lips a little to take the head in a little way, while keeping her lips tight.
Faith’s free hand reached for Joyce, settling atop her head to draw her down.
Before Faith it had been a long time…a very long time, since she had performed any form of fellatio. It had always been an act she had viewed with distaste and she had balked at the humiliating submission that it seemed to imply.
But since her seduction, since she had become Faith’s and submission had become central to who she was, it felt different. Not less humiliating or that it wasn’t indicative of the deepest submission; but necessary; thrillingly fulfilling – *because* it was those things – even more so because there was no obvious source of physical pleasure in the act for her lover. – beyond, perhaps, the visual delight and the emotional pleasure found in seeing Joyce’s obedient complicity in her own humiliation.
Looking up she let her eyelashes flutter and her tongue curled around the cock-head.
“Mmmm…mmmmmnnn…” she murmured as she laved the dildo with her tongue moistening it, making it glisten. “Mmmm…you like it don’t you darling? Making me suck your *big* cock?” she asked coquettishly, knowing how Faith loved to hear her flirting. “Mmmm-mmm…before you split my tiny, tight little asshole with it…mmmmmnnn…”
A bead of saliva stretched briefly between the dildo’s tip and her tongue before she enfolded it with her lips, tightening them around it, hollowing her cheeks with suction. “Mm-mmm-mmmmmm…ohh you’re going to make me squeal with this darling…mmmmmmm…”
Clean, the phallus tasted neutral in her mouth, un-anointed, as yet, with the flavours of her body.
“Good girl,” Faith said, shifting her hips forward slightly to push deeper and Joyce responded by sucking harder as the dildo filled her mouth.
“Mmmmnnnmmmmffffsssllllllpppp!” She gurgled, making a slurping sound. Her eyes were wide.
“Good girl Sweetness,” Faith murmured, her hand still resting on Joyce’s head. “That’s it…that’s right baby…take it…suck my cock baby…suck it slut…yeah…”
Joyce obeyed. She felt a rippling tension inside herself as she did so, bobbing her head, running the ligature of her lips up and down the shaft. “Mmmmnnnmmff…”
Something thrilled inside her as Faith’s hand guided the movement of her head, controlling her, the rise and fall of her mouth; drawing her up until the cock head was held only by her lips before pressing her down again until it was deep within her mouth.
The familiar pressure of her lover’s hand in her hair pressed Joyce downwards to take more of the shaft deeper into her mouth with each stroke until it began to nudge her throat.
“Swallow it now Joyce…take it all the way…” Faith instructed pressing downwards.
As she dipped, her nose coming closer to Faith’s belly her nostrils flared at the scent of the younger woman’s flesh, warm and musky and below, the unmistakable, familiar aroma of her desire. Her heart beat heavily.
“Ohh…ohmmmmmffffffmmmmm…” she moaned. “Mmmm-mmm…mmmnnngghhhh…” she gurgled, gagging as her lover’s hand pushed her deeper still so the dildo engaged with her throat.
“Relax Joyce…you know how to do this Sweetness…relax…and breathe through your nose…and swallow…” Faith’s hand grew heavier. “Relax babe,” she repeated. “Now take it all…all the way…”
“Uggggnnnnuhhhh!” Joyce gasped, gagging, trying to obey, to take the dildo’s bulbous girth with her throat. It was still a battle to suppress her gag reflex, to relax her throat, but the weight of Faith’s hand was irresistible.
Eyes wide, drool beginning to drip she forced herself to relax, to swallow so the dildo slid, huge, past her tonsils.
“Mmmmnnnnngggggnnnnuuuuggghhhhhh!” She gurgled as she sank down taking the entire length past her lips, until she kissed the harness, her nose pressing to Faith’s lower belly, nestling in the sparse, neat curls. “Ohhhhggg-mmmpppfffugggnnnn…” she choked and retched, drooling on the dildo. Faith’s hand let her up and she began to bob up and down sucking, taking the cock into her throat every other stroke.
After a while the erection was soaking covered in her saliva and Faith let her up.
“Y-yuh-uh…uh…uhh…a-huhh...” Joyce coughed as she wiped her mouth.
“Come on then Sweetness…” Faith said quite softly. “Get your ass up here so you can get it round this slimy cock…”
The dark haired young Top turned to flop down onto the settee before reaching to draw Joyce towards her.
Panting Joyce clambered over her lover to straddle her hips, leaning forwards over her so the weight of her breasts hung down and Faith kissed her nipples, sucking. The golden haired older woman arched moaning. She felt the dildo’s head between her nether cheeks, nudging her hidden mouth.
“Hohhh…” she breathed softly.
She was intimately – too intimately – acquainted with the cock head. But just because it had been in her every hole before – numerous times – it did not mean that her little knotted rosebud would admit its passage with ease.
“That’s it baby,” Faith purred, releasing her nipple. “In your ass.” Still holding the dildo in her fist, she held it steady as, shifting her hips up a little, she drew Joyce lower onto it.
“Uhhhhffffnnn!” the dominated dame gasped, her eyes wide as she met the thrust, her asshole straining as it began to yield.
“Uhhhnnnhhhh…oooofff…ohhhhhhhhhggggghhhhhahhhhh!” She cried as she was penetrated, her sphincter breached and her bowels impaled.
“Good girl…all the way now slut…all the way down Sweetness until your whore’s ass takes it all…”
Shuddering, sobbing, Joyce could only obey. She could only ever obey her lover now. She let herself sink lower onto her haunches until her aching pussy placed a lush, liquid kiss on the base of her lover’s belly and her rectum swallowed the full length of the faux-cock.
“Ohhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” she cried, a guttural moan as she accepted her violation and her shoulders tensed, backwards, lifting the weight of her shuddering breasts so they bounced.
Below her, the chestnut haired younger woman looked delighted.
“Good girl,” she rasped. “Let’s see you work that ass now Sweetness.” And with a cruel grin she slapped Joyce’s breasts again to urge her on.
“Ahhh…Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” Joyce half groaned, half sobbed as she began to rise on the dildo’s shaft so its ridged contours tormented and pleasured her sphincter.
“Ohh…ohhh gohhhd…s-s-so b-big…ohhh-ahh! Ahh! Oww! Owww!”
“That’s if Sweetness…mmmm…pump your ass on that dick for me slut…” Faith ordered, still slapping her tits as they hung over her, making the older woman struggle to obey.
“Yuh…yuh-y-yes d-darling…ahh...ohhh…” Joyce gasped with a sob, churning herself up and down on the cock-stand. “L-like th-this darling? Ahh…gohddd…ohh…ahhh…ohhh gohhhd m-my ass…ahhh…m-my t-tits…oh fuhhhckkk!”
Her breasts were pink, hot and sore, marked by her lover’s spanks as they bounced and swayed and she rode her ass on the dildo, drowning in waves of intense, searing sensation.
Even in her distracted, tormented state she knew that she would soon come hard; that her orgasm was approaching rapidly, building and surging through her. She could feel her body tighten, coiling, tense.
“Ohhh…oh gohhhd…ahhh…oh fuhhhck…F-Faith darling…oh fuhhhckkk…oh p-please…oh f-fuhhck…oh fuhhhck me…ahh…ahhh…oww…ohh…ahhhh…” she groaned, her body undulating as she writhed. But the young brunette knew her lover’s body better even than she did. She could read the way she moved, the way tension seized her; the way her eyes fluttered and rolled; the pitch and depth of her whimpering, moaning pleas.
She chose that moment to draw her to a stop, placing one hand on her shoulder the other on her hip, calming her, holding her into her lap so she was fully impaled on the dildo.
“Huhhhhfff…ohhh gohhhd…” Joyce panted, her hips still moving slightly, needfully; stirring herself on the shaft rooted in her bottom seeking more of the intense, shameful stimulation. Her head hung down to one side.
“P-p-pleeease…” she whispered, begging for her ordeal to continue to its inevitable climactic denouement.
“Easy Sweetness,” Faith breathed pulling her down into a kiss, her fingers finding her nipples once again.
Joyce shuddered into her lover’s mouth as the change of position moved the dildo inside her.
“Turn around now Sweetness,” Faith instructed softly after a minute or two. “And get yourself back on here so I can see your ass taking it.”
“Ohhh…ohhh gohhhd…y-yuh-yess d-darling…” Joyce moaned, rising, her knot straining to release the dildo’s fat head. “Unnnnghhhhhuhhh!” She gasped her hips and belly jerking. And then, turning, knees shaking, to swing around back over her lover’s lap, she presented her ass back, towards the cock. “P-put it b-back…put it back in me…back up my ass please darling,” she pleaded.
“Owwwwuhhh…” she groaned as Faith slapped her ass hard.
“Good girl,” the younger woman said approvingly, taking the dildo in her fist once again to point it towards the tiny, tender, crinkled pink fuck-hole.
“Oooohhh…ohhh…ohhhh…ohhhhh gohhhhd…” Joyce gasped as the dildo’s head nudged her anus before pushing inside. Her ass was still tight but it took the bulbous head, its entrance easier now that she had been loosened, as Faith’s hips and hands pushed it forwards into her. And then she settled backwards, squatting to lower herself onto it and she cried out in an ecstasy of depravity.
As she did so Faith now spanked her buttocks, making her buck.
“That’s it Sweetness…that’s right…mmmm…look at that slutty ass-hole taking that cock!” she rasped in approval, spanking her again.
“Ooooofff…Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhh!” Joyce groaned as her thighs took the strain to support her body and she began to rise up and down fucking her rectum on the dildo again.
“Put your hands behind your back baby,” Faith instructed and as Joyce obeyed she grasped hold of them with her left hand while continuing to spank her with the right.
“Ohh! Ohhh! Owww!” Struggling for her balance without the use of her hands, tormented by pain and by lust, the mature, the golden-haired sub cried as her buttocks suffered while she battled to hold her position, anally impaled, rising and sinking again;
“Ohhh! Oww! Oww! Oww! Ahhh!”
“You gonna come like this Sweetness?” Faith’s hand continued to rain down on her stretched roseate cheeks as she held Joyce’s straining arms tight against her back, restraining her.
“Ohhfffuhh…oww…ohh…ahhh! Ahh! Ahhh! Y-yes darling…g-going to c-cuhmmm…y-your dick…s-so b-big i-in m-my assssss…oh fuhhhhck s-so sl-slutty…uhhhh…fuhhhckkk…p-please…oh g-gohhhdd…g-going to come Faith…going to…ohhh…c-cuhhhmmm darling…ohhhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Good girl Sweetness,” the younger woman said using both hands to restrain her mature lover now while she drove up with her hips to thrust hard into Joyce’s rectum. “Come on slut…give it up now…let me have that orgasm…let me see you come off slut!”
“Ugggghhh! Ohhh-oh gohhhhd!” Joyce cried, bucking, writhing, her hips pumping as a deep orgasm approached; charging up on her.
As she did so, at that exact moment, the front door burst open to spill Dawn and Janice into the house, tumbling giggling, kissing their hands busy, into the living room. Hearing Joyce’s cries they stopped and stared clinging to each other one another as they watched her wanton display.
“Ohhhh! Ohhhhh gohhhhdddd…fuhhhhckkkk…noooooooo…” Joyce howled. Part of her was keenly aware of the two youngsters’ staring attention as they stood, captivated by her noisy outburst; by the way she worked herself, wildly, on the dildo; by the way her body arched shuddering as her asshole was stretched by the deep plunges of the cock-stand. But even the presence of the two young lesbians wasn’t enough to prevent her from careering over the edge into her climax; into the roiling, churning sea of her orgasm as she came with a wild, wanton abandon.
And part of her didn’t care at all.
***

The door to the Penshaw residence on nearby Rifreddo Drive banged shut behind them and Buffy subsided into the older woman’s arms as Dayna’s lips claimed hers.
Dayna’s hands roamed her body, pressing here, squeezing there and, squirming against the body of her auburn-haired seductress, Buffy felt the flames of her desire consume her. She was ready to do anything Dayna wanted of her.
She felt her dress being pulled up past her hips to bare her bottom and she moaned as Dayna grasped her rump. She could feel the older woman’s soft, appreciative groan as she fondled the naked curves of her buttocks.
She knew only too well that they were soon going to be spanked – the certainty of that had been with her all night – at the club; on the way to the taxi, leaning into Dayna’s embrace as they walked, the older woman’s hand exploring her bottom through her dress; in the back of the taxi, the lady taxi driver watching with nervous interest as they made out. And she had not until this moment been concerned. After all it *was* what she wanted.
But now, as her bottom was bared, the feeling of the brunette’s hand on her naked flesh, she trembled in anticipation of discipline; fear and a nervous, reluctant excitement warring in her and she felt a strange dual urge to both run and to stay; to surrender.
“Ohhh…oh g-gohhhd…” the young blonde woman moaned softly.
Dayna smiled, squeezing. “Shhhh sweetheart,” she purred brushing her lips across Buffy’s cheek before drawing the dress down to bare Buffy’s breasts, pushing it off her arms and down so it bunched at the narrowest point of her slender waist between her breasts and hips.
Buffy couldn’t help but blush as her body was revealed to Dayna’s gleefully delighted gaze.
“Mmmm…very pretty Buffy…” She stood at arm’s length to inspect her prize. “Such lovely, pretty little tits dear…” She ran her hand over their pert swell, brushing her treacherously erect nipples with her fingertips before sweeping downwards over her belly to the smooth, satiny flesh of her shaven pubis. “Good girl…I’m glad to see you were able to follow some of my instructions at least Buffy!”
Turning Buffy around she palmed her thighs and then her bottom, using two hands to caress and stroke her tightly rounded cheeks, parting them to inspect her rosebud. The blonde girl sighed, whimpering softly, blushing under the other woman’s scrutiny.
“Oh yes…these *will* be good to spank…” purred Dayna. “Not that I didn’t know that already of course…but it’s good to confirm it – in the flesh, as it were…mm-mmmm?”
“Ohhh…ohhh g-goshhh…” Buffy moaned. “Ohh y-yes M-Ma’am…” she shivered biting her lip.
“Good girl Buffy…now then...shall we deal with your disobedience?” Dayna’s smile was thin and her eyes dark, chilling to the younger woman.
“I-if y-you say so Ma’am,” Buffy’s voice was soft, almost a whisper. Under Dayna’s spell she felt the spiking icy tremor of fear sink to settle behind the heat of her core. She knew it was absurd; submission was what she craved. It was what she’d craved for as long as she could remember – even through her earliest sexual awakenings, though she had hardly known it at the time. Her experiences of submission to her former school-teacher had been as exhilarating and sensually fulfilling as they had been brief, leaving her hungry for more. But now it was upon her she quailed and her head span; She should have felt, she was certain, a sense of elation and excitement; but instead as she slipped into a place of surrender and dread, she felt only that confusing swirl of fear and need like a knot of ice in her loins.
“Bend over then, please Buffy, sweetheart!” Dayna’s hand cupped bottom. Her voice was soft but run through with a cold, iron authority that made Buffy quake. “Put your hands on your knees…push out your bottom…arch your back…legs apart girl…quickly now girl…head down now…” Her instruction became curt, sharp; precise and undeniable as Buffy slipped into a deep space she had never known before, where submission and acceptance were everything.
Obedient, biddable she complied, bending, feet apart, to assume the instructed position.
She could almost feel the waves of her companion’s approval as she purred with delight.
Moving to stand beside the blonde Dayna put her arm over Buffy’s waist, curling it beneath her to hold her close to her.
“I think we will have to do this a lot, Sweetheart…if are going to continue seeing each other…you will be disciplined regularly…every day in fact…just like your mother is…”
“Ohh…” Buffy moaned, barely registering the significance of Dayna’s words. A sort of tremulous excitement seemed to connect the two of them; arcing like lightening spikes between the two poles – dominant and submissive – of their beings.
“Shall we begin?”
The question was rhetorical of course and Dayna’s hand came down upon Buffy’s buttock with a sharp *smack* that made her bottom judder and ripple, even as pert as it was; as taut and tense her bending position made it.
“Oh…” Buffy breathed softly as the faintest of delicate pink blushed her cheeks before Dayna’s hand fell again…and again; and again, quickly building up to a rapid, staccato fusillade of spanks that landed squarely across the burgeoning swell of the 20 something year old’s buttocks.
“Oh! Oh! Ohh! Oh! Ohh! Ahh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhh! Ahh! Ahh! Oh-ahhh! Ahhh! Ah! Owww! Oh-owww! Ohhh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Ah-owwuhh! Ohh! Oh f-fuhh-fuhck-ahhhh!”
“Language Buffy!” Dayna said with an almost laugh. “Though I do intend to fuck you later…repeatedly and very thoroughly…but, speaking of thoroughly…”
She returned her attention to the matter at hand, redoubling her efforts.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
“Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Owwwww! Oh g-guh-goddd! Oh Fuhhhck! Ahhh! Oh-ahhh! Owwww-ahhhhchhahhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Buffy’s bottom had changed from its pale, honeyed gold hue by now, that delicate pink spreading and deepening, darkening into florid heat; fiery agony.
But there was no let-up in Dayna’s assault on her torrid flesh.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
“Good Buffy…” she crooned as she continued to rain down fire on the young woman’s behind. “You are learning aren’t you sweetheart? What belonging to me will mean for you? Mmmm…your bottom is learning!”
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
Buffy was indeed learning as waves of hot pain swept over her and through her, consuming her and sweeping her towards an abyss.
“Ohhh…oh-owww…oh y-yes M-M-ma’aaahhhhm…I am…ohhh…ahhh…y-yes…ohhhhh-ahhhhh!”
She had no idea of how long Dayna spanked her for. Time had ceased to have meaning. Tears ran down her cheeks and she sobbed, crying, her hips churning. A different moisture dampened her thighs but arousal and pain, distress were one in her, in the little corner of her wit that had not slipped away entirely.
After a while the older woman let her up but that signalled no respite as she spanked her pert young breasts until they too were pink and hot with hurting.
Even then she was not satisfied and she took her over her lap to spank her bottom some more, holding an arm behind her back as she writhed and bucked.
“I think we’ve made a good start.” Dayna purred after a while, finally letting up. Truth be told, her arm was weary and her hand almost as sore as Buffy’s bottom. “Your bottom looks well punished…but it will need further attention…a lot more attention to keep you in check Buffy.”
And as Buffy moaned, sobbing, squirming over the older woman’s lap Dayna looked at her hand. “But for that we shall have to find a slipper, Sweetheart…until we can get you a paddle or a cane perhaps…mmmm…that would be good wouldn’t it sweetie?”
“Ohhh…oh gohhhd…” Buffy moaned in distress imagining how much more a cane would hurt than the agony that currently consumed her bottom. She had heard her mother’s noisy, tearful dismay as her young lover had caned her, indeed she had witnessed it, and she gurgled, writhing, her centre grinding on Dayna’s thigh.
“But for now…” Dayna dipped her fingers between Buffy’s legs, slipping them beneath her to glide through the lush oozing flesh of her needy lovemouth. “I *am* going to slipper you later…but first I want to feel this cute little body beneath me…”
Despite her agony, Buffy arched, groaning, her core tightening.
“Ohh…fuhhhhhckuhhh!” she gasped as Dayna entered her.
“Yes…as I said sweetie…that *is* the plan,” she said helping Buffy up.
Letting her up she drew her to the stairs and up to the sanctum of her bedroom. There she laid her on her back and Buffy writhed gasping at the sensation of the cool silken sheets against her burning bottom and her legs opened easily as Dayna’s hands parted them so she was spread; wide for her.
Then Dayna stripped quickly herself before lowering herself over Buffy; her mouth claiming the blonde’s, the weight of her full breasts covering the sweet, pert mounds; the softness of her belly against the taut abdominal wall of the younger woman.
Sliding between Buffy’s legs she pressed herself against her so their lovemouths kissed and the erect buds of their nubbins rubbed, sliding over each other.
Beneath her new lover, the little blonde shuddered in torrid, enflamed arousal, her distress fusing with her need as Dayna pinned her down.
“Ohhhh…” she groaned.
“Mmmm…g-good…” Dayna moaned in return. “I have a dildo for you later sweetie…would you like that? After we’ve found that slipper…”
“Ohhh…ohh gohhd…oh fuhhck Dayna…M-Ma’am…ohhh y-yuh-yessss…” she gasped writhing, her clitoris throbbing against her new lover’s. She would have agreed to anything in that moment as she met Dayna’s driving hips with her own thrusts. “Gohhhhddd…g-going to come Ma’am…p-please m-make m-me cuhhhhhhmmmmmm!”
And with that Buffy was lost, forever.

Later Dayna would be as good as her word, slippering her already heated cheeks before taking her with her strap-on dildo; making love to her over and over though the night until, at the last, hours later, the first light of day beginning to paint the sky a greying blue, with her lover’s slick, honied pleasure cooling once more on her lips Buffy was permitted at last brief period of rest; to sleep, exhausted, aching and sore but sated; utterly satisfied.
***
- 13
- 14
- 15
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers