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Buffy's Spanking Club	By : KajiraGames Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 19626 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor Angel, nor the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Buffy's Spanking Club
Chapter 16 - Cordy humiliated

by KajiraGames.

"Do you want to go straight on to Cordelia?" Willow asked Tara.
"No, she'll keep. Give Buffy another session."
As Willow and Faith for the second time approached Buffy's naked form, she instinctively covered her somewhat sore breasts. "Don't worry" said Willow, "we'll leave your poor boobies alone this time. Faith, in the sideboard you'll find a switch I cut this morning. Why don't you fetch it?"
"With pleasure" exclaimed the dark Slayer. It was thin, green and very whippy - Faith's practice stroke produced a high-pitched whistle. "Can I have a turn using it?"
"You can do ALL the switching" said Willow. "I want to look into dear Buffy's face as she feels it. And I'll do what you did before - make sure she stands still for her punishment."
It was plain to Buffy that being on the losing team was a bad outcome today. Made to stand with her hands behind her head, she braced herself for the switch. When it came, it's incredible sting was something she was quite unprepared for. It wasn't that it hurt more than flat instruments, but it was a different kind of piercing pain that caused a reaction throughout her body. Tears sprang to her eyes right away, along with a feeling between them that she was going to sneeze.
The thin red line the switch made on Buffy's bottom didn't ease at first, but stung at full intensity for about ten seconds. Unfortunately for Buffy, the second stroke came sooner than that, and so did the third. So the fiery sensation kept building and building. At the fourth stroke her yelps became a full-on scream, and she dropped her hands protectively to her bottom. She couldn't bear the prospect of the pain rising yet another step.
Willow said to Faith "You ought to slow it down, and let her feel each lash."
"OK" Buffy's tormentor replied. "But even so, it was naughty of her to cover her behind. Perhaps you should hold her hands."
"I've got a better idea" said Willow. "The threat of getting her pussy slapped made her stand still for her last penalty. Buffy, if you drop your hands again or turn away from the switch, I'm going to smack you hard between your legs. Stand with your feet further apart."
"OK... OK..." Buffy gasped and sniffled, "I'll be good. But PLEASE slow it down."
"All right, but you're getting thirty lashes of the switch. It's going to go on longer at a slow pace."
Faith resumed stinging Buffy's naked bottom, waiting about thirty seconds each time. Willow watched her friend's face - at each stroke she either gasped wide-eyed or gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly. Then as she waited for the stinging to die down and the next stroke to come, she looked into Willow's eyes sadly, with tears starting to drip down.
"You made ME cry with the hairbrush that time" said Willow smiling, although she did feel considerable sympathy with her friend. But painful punishments were what they had formed the club for. It made the games exciting, knowing that what happened to the losers would really hurt.
Faith managed to accurately whip the crease between her victim's bottom and thighs. Buffy screamed again, bent forward, and her hands left her head. She managed to stop them going all the way to her bottom and then quickly resumed the stance she had been ordered to keep. But she knew this wouldn't be good enough for her tormentors. Willow pulled back her hand and slapped upwards hard, onto Buffy's vulva.
"Oooww!" The naked blonde's knees buckled a little as she felt another new and distinctly unpleasant sensation. It didn't hurt as much as the switch, but it was such an intimate and personal attack, she didn't want it to happen again. The dilemma posed by her punishers in front and behind made her tears flow again. She kept still until the rest of the thirty fierce lashes of the whippy switch had been delivered.
The white lotion was really needed - Buffy's bottom was covered in thin parallel red lines. Willow applied the medication with a soothing voice "I think that's enough for you now. I feel quite satisfied with my payback. One sore bottom deserves another!"
Standing off to the side, watching all this, was a certain naked and nervous Cordelia. And now Tara approached her, rubbing her hands together. "Strange as it may seem, Cordelia" she said, "I'm not going to hurt you at all."
Cordelia was not comforted in the least by Tara's statement. She knew what it meant - the buxom lesbian was going to humiliate her as much as possible. And it wouldn't be difficult. Cordelia's natural inclination was to the dominant side, and being the naked plaything of a girl new to the club was going to be embarrassing.
Tara, for her part, wanted to further molest the arrogant brunette, more for her tall statuesque body than a wish to dominate her. But she ordered Cordelia to lean back against the table and put her hands behind her. Cordelia had to arch her back, thrusting her breasts and vagina forward for whatever Tara's keen hand might do.
And that hand went everywhere. It tickled nipples, penetrated orifices, and mercilessly teased the brunette's clitty. Cordelia tried to ignore it all. She knew the other women were keenly watching for any kind of positive reaction to these stimuli, ready to laugh and jeer. That was what she strenuously wanted to avoid, and what Tara wanted to achieve.
Cordelia, like all the girls in the club but Tara, was only a little bisexual. She was single, but only because she thought she had never met a man she couldn't squash ten of. Except Angel, and he was off limits. So she wasn't repulsed by being touched by another female, just mortified by being the nude and helpless toy, forced to submit her body and being made to feel what this girl wanted her to feel. If she had been ordering Tara to do the exact same things to her, for her pleasure, it would have been quite different.
Conversely, Tara went to the principally submissive space in her head. She imagined she was being made to pleasure her Mistress. If she didn't give good service she would be whipped. So she was doing everything she knew that would bring a woman to orgasm.
How could Cordelia resist such determination? She tried thinking of other things, depressing things, repellent things. But whenever Tara switched to something new, the pleasure would break into her consciousness. In the end when she lost the fight, and spasms of satisfaction spread from her pussy to the rest of her body, she tried to conceal it. But her knees trembled and a few brief sounds were forced from her throat. There was applause from the audience of four, and a beaming grin from Tara.
But Tara didn't stop. The idea of 'one climax and it's over' was a male thing that Tara had never been influenced by. Dismayed, Cordelia realised she was going to be pushed further and further, for as long as her tormentor wanted. The red blush of defeat on her face was going to stay there for a while.
After Cordelia shuddered and ground her teeth a second time, Tara said "You may as well carry on with any other penalties, I'm going to be at this for a while."
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