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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 26883 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2: Inundation

Joyce’s morning passed in strange blur, dragging and at the same time whirling. She felt dazed, a little lost, her thoughts continuously turning over the events of the night gone.

Rising to shower, she’d dressed in a powder blue satin blouse and sensible full-length wrap around skirt.

She skipped breakfast. She wasn’t hungry.

And she headed for work as normal not noticing the two stop signs she ran in her distracted state.

At work she remained distracted, edgy. Her mind flew back constantly to the night before and confusion reigned in her mind at the memory of Faith’s seduction. Her body ached, sore in places she had forgotten could be so tender. She found herself blushing at the memory of it all even when on her own. The tenderness of her nether cheeks prompted the all too intense memory of Faith’s hand, hard on her bottom and she shivered, confused, shaken by the recollection.

Fortunately it was a quiet morning at the gallery and for most of it she sat by her desk her head spinning.

It was a little after 12 when the door swung back for just the third (or was it the fourth) time of the morning. Joyce barely looked up from her desultory study of an auction catalogue.

“Hi Sweetness,” the young woman said quite gently as she approached causing Joyce to look up in sudden confusion. Her dark chestnut hair fell in waves. She had wanted desperately to see the young woman all morning but now she was here she felt suddenly hesitant, nervous; uncertain. “Miss me?”

“Oh! Oh m-my…F-Faith.” Joyce stammered awkwardly.

Faith’s face split in a wide, easy smile.

“Hey Joyce.” Her voice was warm, affectionate. “You ok?”

Joyce hardly knew what to say or where to look. She coloured deeply as she looked up at Faith.

“I-I d-didn’t kn-know…” she tried to say. “Wh-where did you go? I woke up – you weren’t there…wh-what are you doing here?”

“Here? Came to see my girl of course. As for not being there – yeah – well sorry about that but I didn’t want to cause any problems – y’know difficult questions when Dawnie got home…”

“Oh…oh – I s-see w-well I suppose…wait…*y-your girl*?”

Despite her grin Faith looked a little sheepish.

“Yeah well,” she said a little hesitantly. “I guess…that’s how I see this going…”

“Ohh!” Joyce gasped. “Y-you mean...”

“Well yeah – you don’t think I’m just all ‘get some – get gone’ did you? I thought I made that clear last night? So…I came by to ask if I could take you to lunch…”

Faith leaned forwards closing the gap to Joyce to brush her lips against her cheek.

“…nuthin’ fancy – just coffee and a sandwich…or somethin’…but you know…”

She swept a strand of Joyce hair behind her ear, her hand lingering, her thumb stroking her jaw.

“…we can discuss where we’re going tonight…”

“T-tonight?”

“Yeah…I’m gonna take you out tonight…somewhere quiet…where no-one knows you…and where no one will mind when I squeeze your ass; or put my hand up your skirt; or suck on your tongue…” Leaning on her desk as she spoke one hand still stroking the older woman’s jaw the other hand reached to squeeze Joyce’s thigh.

“Oh! B-but…I…I d-don’t…”

“Now c’mon Sweetness,” Faith interrupted. “We’ve been through this…” Her hand ran up Joyce’s thigh. “You’re gonna be mine…my sweet little, pussy hungry, lezzie MIlf…”

“Ohhh…noooommmfhhhh!”

Joyce’s denial was cut of as Faith leaned into kiss her deeply, her tongue surging into her mouth her hand moving to cup the back of her head and draw her into the depth of the kiss. The younger woman’s other hand pressed between her thighs to squeeze her groin through her skirts and Joyce found herself sagging in her chair, her legs easing apart, her body responding again, unbidden as Faith seemed to play her.

Breathing heavily, eyes wide, Joyce moaned softly as the kiss ended.

Faith grinned, her now familiar smugly triumphant grin. Her hand remained in place between Joyce’s legs.

“That’s better – now – get your purse – let’s get lunch.”

Faith was true to her word. Lunch was a tuna melt and coffee at the Espresso Pump just up the street. It was perfectly pleasant but Joyce was drowning in Faith’s eyes and she hardly noticed anything else. It flew quickly.

Faith told her how nice she looked. How much she’d enjoyed herself the night before. She apologised again for splitting that morning. She was utterly charming.

And against every instinct Joyce found herself beginning to think, sexy, with it; in a confident, dark, threatening sort of way.

Under the table all the while, Faith’s hand stroked her thigh, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Joyce’s core quaked, aching and damp.

Lunch was brief. As they walked back to the gallery Faith slipped an arm through hers and told her again that she was taking her out that night. Something in her tone of voice told Joyce that refusal was not an option.

“Wear something pretty Joyce, ok – something that shows off your curves…and your legs…and the caboose…oh and that rack…mmmm…that rack! I’ll pick you up at 8.00…don’t be late ok? I know a nice little girl’s only bar across town we can go. I don’t think anyone will know you there. OK?”

Joyce found herself nodding.

“O-ok!”

“Good,” Faith nodded, herself, in reply. “Oh – and you won’t need panties Sweetness.” She said with a rakish grin.

“Oh!” Joyce said with a nervous giggle and in her surprise she wasn’t able to react as at the gallery’s front door, Faith kissed her hard, on the mouth, her tongue briefly questing, and then was suddenly gone.

If the morning had been distracting the afternoon was even worse. Agitated and antsy she could hardly sit still. Again the Gallery was fortunately quiet and she closed early.

She ran another stop sign and a red light on the way home.

She had showered and fixed her hair and make up by 5.45. It took over an hour to choose an outfit: a saffron yellow wide necked knitted sweater that clung to her curves and had a neckline Joyce had always thought a little too revealing; and a close fitting, pale green tailored skirt in heavy satin that showed what she had always thought a daring amount of thigh. She thought about what Faith had said about not needing panties deliberating on how serious the young woman had been. For some reason – best known only to herself – she concluded that it had not been a serious suggestion. Besides, she thought, she didn’t like the thought of going out without underwear and she selected a pair of pale cream silk and lace high cut panties. She was sure Faith would like them.

That thought gave her pause. She wondered how she had so quickly reached the point where she was expecting that the young woman would get to approve of her underwear and she knew, with certainty, that Faith would make love with her again later. She shuddered a shiver of something sliding through her like ice.

She was ready at 7.40. She decided she did not want to be late.

“Mmmm…you look nice Joyce…real classy…” Faith purred when Joyce answered the door at 8 promptly leaning in to kiss her, sliding a hand around to grab her ass.

Joyce felt a spike of panic at the thought of Dawn and Janice, upstairs in Dawn’s room, doing their homework coming down to catch them.

But somehow she found Faith’s intimate presence impossible to resist as her mouth surrendered to the younger woman’s tongue and her ass seemed to prickle, trembling under the groping hand.

“Sh-shall we go?” she stammered at last.

“Yeah…glad you’re keen.” Faith eyes glinted. “C’mon Sweetness.”

She released her and took her hand to draw her through the doorway.

Faith drove her battered old compact across town.

“I hope you like this place,” she said as she waited at the lights. “I reckon it’s kinda cool…”

Joyce met Faith’s smile. “You said it was women only?”

“Yep…definitely…very gay…”

“Oh…” Joyce swallowed nervously. “What’s it called?”

“Pink Tango.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“Well I guess you wouldn’t have babe. But you’ll get to like it.” Faith said with a wry look.

“I-I’m not sure…” Joyce said squirming a little.

“It’ll be ok,” Faith took her right hand off the steering wheel briefly to squeeze Joyce’s knee reassuringly. “It’s not like every woman is going to try to jump you…though you are definitely gonna attract some looks Sweetness…but you’re with me…they’ll leave us alone…”

“I-I guess.”

Faith returned her hand to the wheel as she pulled up.

“Well we’re here. C’mon sweet thing.”

Once out of the car Faith moved close to Joyce, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her close.

“Damn, you look fine Joyce. You are *gonna* get some looks baby.”

Her hand slid down to Joyce’s ass again as they walked down the street.

Joyce wriggled a little in discomfort and embarrassment.

“Faith!” she remonstrated. “Please…” She tried to move the younger woman’s hand away but Faith was not to be denied.

“Hush babe…no-one’s gonna see you here with me.” She squeezed Joyce’s bottom continuing to fondle the swell of the older woman’s buttocks as they walked. “Besides…I love the way your ass feels in my hands as you walk…and mmmm…the way it makes you wiggle your hips and ass when I do this!” She added with a grin, squeezing.

Joyce blushed in the darkness but she didn’t try to move Faith’s intrusive hand again.

The club was surprisingly smart Joyce thought, though she wasn’t sure why she was surprised. It was comfortable, modern, with deep cushioned seats and low coffee tables. There was a cocktail bar to one side and a small dancefloor on which half a dozen couples were dancing.

“C’mon – I’ll introduce you to Maggie.”

She led Joyce across to the bar where a tall, slender dark haired woman stood. She was perhaps a little younger than Joyce but her lean, angular frame and dark hair made a striking impression that merely emphasised her fine features. There was a gap between front teeth that were white forming a dazzling smile as she saw Faith approach and her eyes were green and bright, sharp.

“Faith…baby…long time stranger…” she said. Her voice was smooth, soft; almost breathy but accented into a southern drawl.

“Maggie…has it been a while…who’d know looking at you. You look amazing.”

The woman, Maggie, smiled. “Flatterer,” her eyes sparkled. “Such a shame you never gave me the *real* benefit of that silver tongue.” She winked. “But I see you have company” She turned her brilliant gaze on Joyce. Her eyes travelled lazily, lustfully up and down Joyce’s body. “Cute…a bit straight…but I’m sure you’re working on that Southie…still…*cute* *very* cute…you going to introduce us?”

Her tongue slid over her lips and Joyce shuddered.

“Sure thing Maggie…this is Joyce. Joyce – Maggie…but be careful Sweetness – don’t give this old dyke anything…she has *nothing* but bad intentions!” Faith said with a grin.

Maggie pulled a face, feigning offence as she held out her hand to Joyce.

“Faith – I’m hurt,” she said softly. “Don’t you pay her any attention Joyce…welcome…I’m *very* pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Joyce replied softly as Maggie squeezed her hand.

“Yeah – hurt – right. You seen Phoebe lately?” Faith drawled.

The other woman grinned looking sheepish.

“Well – no – ok – fair point…but…”

“Hmmm…so hands off! This…’ she hooked a thumb at Joyce. ‘…is mine! You can look – but no touching!”

“Spoilsport!” The older woman pouted a little, dimples forming below her high cheek-bones. Her lips were full and red; seductive. But her pout was brief. “Oh well – you can’t blame a girl…what can I get you two ladies?”

Faith ordered for them; a glass of Zinfandel for Joyce and a light beer for herself before leading Joyce over to a low table with an even lower settee behind it. Faith sat next to her – right next to her – pressing close; leaning into her. Her hand settled on her thigh once again.

“So – what do you think?” she asked, her lips close to her ear.

“I-I…I don’t know…” Joyce stammered. “It’s ok I guess...” she looked around nervously.

Nearby a petite, Indian woman and an older blonde haired woman were kissing passionately.

“Relax Sweetness…no-one knows you here.” Faith’s hand slid possessively up her leg. “Now…I want you to kiss me.”

“Ohh!” Joyce gasped. “B-but…”

“Shhh…” Faith’s hand squeezed, her eyes darkening as she moved closer her lips finding hers. “Kiss me,” she said into her mouth.

Unable to resist, Joyce found herself leaning into Faith.

“Mmm-mmmmm-mmmph,” she moaned as the brunette’s tongue wormed, sinuous and muscular in her mouth.

“Don’t mind me…” a voice said with tart amusement, interrupting their passionate interlude. There was a giggle as Joyce looked up breathless at the waitress with their drinks.

“I’ll just leave these here,” the athletic looking waitress said and she winked at Joyce as she set down the drinks. “While you two are busy…” She was Hispanic, dark haired and olive skin with the darkest eyes Joyce thought she had ever seen. Her midriff was bare below a dark, cut off tank top. Her legs were also bare, toned and smooth below tiny, tight shorts.

Joyce blushed but was unable to resist the renewed demand of Faith’s mouth on hers.

She was, by nature, upbringing, experience, averse to overt public displays of affection. Not only had she not made out so passionately for more years than she could remember but she had, to the best of her recollection, *never* done so quite so publicly. The fact that it was another woman’s lips on hers, her tongue in her mouth; her hands beginning to roam her body was simply more layers of confusion, embarrassment and, disturbingly, arousal.

Her eyes popped as Faith’s hand slid over her breast, cupping; her thumb clipping her nipple.

“Mm-mmooohff!” she gasped.

Faith chuckled, her hand squeezing gently as she broke away from their kiss.

“F-Faith,” Joyce panted. “P-please – people will see…”

“Of course they will Sweetness…just like they can see Nila and Abby over there.” She nodded to the Indian girl and her brown haired companion whose hand was moving languidly now between the younger, exotic looking girl’s legs.

“Oh! Oh…my!” Joyce blurted out.

Faith laughed. “Pretty huh?”

“I-I…I don’t know…”

“It’s ok Joyce…” she passed Joyce her drink. “Here – relax.”

Sipping her drink nervously surveyed her surroundings more closely.

The club was low lit. There was a glitterball above the dancefloor. The walls were decorated with line drawings – white on black impressions, minimalist – in the form of naked women: a range of naked women of all shapes and sizes, some singly others in couples and threesomes and some in fours and fives.

Joyce knew art. They were good; subtle but erotic.

The carpet was plush in purple velvet and the furnishings were eclectic ranging from the functional to the opulent in wood and steel and leather, velvet and velour and silk.

She sipped her drink. It was all a little overwhelming but Joyce could not deny the heat raging between her legs; a heat that grew when Faith kissed her again.

The music had changed, and with it the dancers on the dancefloor. A softer more fluid dance had replaced the structure and aggression of the earlier Tango. Couples danced slowly, their bodies moving sinuously, sensually together. Around the room numerous couples chatted and drank and laughed…and kissed; some passionately – very passionately – like the two called Nila and Abby; others more restrained but no less openly. And as she watched the Indian girl and her lover rose from their couch. Hand in hand they hurried towards the ladies room in the back of the club.

“Oh my…a-are they?” she asked uncertain how to end her question.

“Going to fuck?” Faith finished for her; her lips against her ear, her hand caressing her breast. “Yup…never can wait to get a room those two…”

“Oh gosh!”

“Mm-hmm…Nila’s gonna be spreading her legs right about now…” Faith’s fingers were maddening on Joyce’s nipple. “…Abby will be on her knees…between her thighs…her tongue on her clit…mmmm…”

“Ohhh…oh my!”

Faith chuckled. “So what do you think of the place?” she asked

“I-I…I d-don’t know,” Joyce answered. Her pulse was racing. There was certainly something seductive about it but it was hard to separate it from the younger woman’s potently, charged presence.

Faith’s hand was on her knee again.

“I-it’s…I’ve never been anywhere like it before.”

She watched as a tall blonde woman led a petite brunette onto the dancefloor, pulling her close so their bodies moulded together, becoming one as they danced. The nameless brunette looked up at her partner adoringly. The blonde’s hand slipped down to fondle the brunette’s buttocks as the danced. They kissed.

“I told you it was gay.” Faith murmured. Her hand slid under the hem of Joyce’s skirt, teasing the bare flesh of her thigh. “Just like you…”

“Oh…oh no…b-but…F-Faith…I…I’m not gay…” Joyce protested.

“Hmmm,” Faith purred. Her tongue flickered over Joyce’s lips. “So…you’re in a gay club…on a date with a gay woman…whose hand is on your thigh…and who you spent last night fucking…no not at all gay Sweetness…”

“Ohh…n-n-no…i-it’s not like that…”

“Sure it is – I saw how you looked at the Gabby…”

“Wh-who?”

“Gabriella…the waitress…I saw you check her out.”

Joyce blushed deeply. She hadn’t realised she had been so transparent.

“Not that I mind,” Faith continued “She’s worth checking out…in fact she’s worth fucking if the stories I hear are even half right!”

“B-but I-I didn’t…” Joyce protested vainly. “I-I’m n-not…”

“So why’re y’ here Sweetness? If you’re not a dyke why did you let me bring you here?”

“Y-you d-didn’t g-give me any ch-choice!”

Faith grinned, her free hand reaching to stroke back Joyce’s hair as her other hand moved a little higher on her thigh.

“Yeah – maybe there’s that – but I reckon that’s what you need Joyce…you need to be…forced…you want to be forced…but once you’re there…oh you’re such a lezzie tramp…”

“I-I’m – n-not…”

“Yeah…you are…” Faith’s hand moved further up, pushing her skirt up, exposing her thighs. She tried in vain to pull her skirt back down. “I bet your lush, lezzie pussy is soaking…”

“N-no Faith…no! I-I’m not!”

“Tell you what Joyce…if your pussy isn’t dripping…I’ll believe you. In fact I’ll take you home and I won’t call again…ok?”

“N-n-no-ohhh!” Joyce gasped as Faith’s fingers ran quickly up to rub over her crotch.

The younger woman’s look of triumph became a frown as she did so.

“Huh?” she grunted. “What’s this? Thought I told you no panties Sweetness?”

“I-I d-didn’t think you *meant* it!” Joyce mumbled in reply suddenly nervous, a sharp sense of panic assailing her.

“I mean everything Joyce…when I say do something I want you to do it babe…when I say I’m crazy about you – it’s because I am. When I say I’m gonna take you out…or I’m gonna make love to you…or I’m gonna spank your disobedient ass – that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. So when I say ‘don’t wear panties’ – I mean *don’t* *wear* *panties*!”

“I-I’m s-sorry Faith…I d-didn’t realise…” There was a sudden jolt of panic in her voice as a shudder of fear ran though her – half fear that she had disappointed Faith…half fear *of* Faith.

Faith ran her hand up the crotch of Joyce’s panties. They were damp…wet.

“Hmmm…wet…well we’ve established one thing haven’t we Sweetness…wet pussy means you’re a horny little dyke aren’t you?”

“Ohhhh…mm-hmm! Oh g-god…” the older woman’s response was a whimper, and she gave a minute nod.

“So looks like we ain’t going home just yet….but what do we do about your disobedience?” Faith mused softly.

Joyce had nothing to say. Her hips jerked as the brunette’s fingers traced the shape of her swollen labia through the damp fabric. Her head bowed in distress and embarrassment.

“Ohhh…” she moaned.

Faith didn’t wait. Withdrawing her hand she stood up quickly to pull Joyce to her feet beside her.

“Come on,” she said sharply.

“Wh-where are we…” Joyce asked as Faith pulled her along.

“To the ladies room.”

“Oh…oh n-no – y-you…you’re n-not g-going to f-fuck me are you?”

Faith shook her head grimly.

“No Sweetness…I’m not going to fuck you...I’m going to spank you!”

“Ohhhhh! Oh no! Please!” Joyce gasped remembering the way Faith had spanked her the night before. She began to babble. “Goodness! Faith…I-I’m s-sorry…I-I didn’t…I didn’t realise…I didn’t know…I’m sorry – please Faith!”

“You probably are Joyce…but not as sorry as you’re gonna be…you really gotta learn to do as you’re told Sweetness…you’ve got to learn that I’m in charge of you now…you’re gonna be mine…so you do as I say…”

“Ohhhhh!” Joyce cried, keenly, humiliatingly aware of the knowing looks in the eyes that watched her as Faith led her forcefully across the club.

The speed of Faith’s actions left her head spinning once again and she found herself helpless to resist the young brunette’s determined strength.

Dragged across the club she was pushed, a hand in her back, through the door into the washroom.

She hardly noticed the gasping cries of ecstasy that came from one of the cubicles, or the two feet that protected from below the door as Faith thrust her into a neighbouring stall.

She was powerless to resist as the brunette hauled up her skirt.

“Nice panties though…” she growled appreciatively running a hand over the silky fabric as it stretched taut over her bottom. It was cold comfort to Joyce that she had been right when she chose them. “I do love pretty lingerie! It’s a shame you’re gonna loose ’em!”

“P-please Faith…stop…please…” Joyce gasped wriggling.

“No Joyce…come on! Panties off…*now*!” Holding her still Faith hooked her fingers into the waist band of the older woman’s panties to drag them forcefully down Joyce’s legs to her ankles.

“Nooo!” the older woman cried as the younger woman yanked downwards, pulling them over her hips and down her legs to her ankles, baring her bottom completely.

“Ohhhh! Oh Noooooh!” the older woman cried in dismay as Faith bared her, spinning her round to face the wall and the toilet basin.

“You have to learn, Joyce, to do as you’re told!”

In Faith’s chest her heart pounded, leaping with delight. She had hoped to bed Joyce again tonight but had not expected to be able to spank her again…not yet anyway.

“I hadn’t expected to spank you tonight Joyce,” she said. “I thought we’d have a nice night…a few drinks…maybe a dance…get to know each other better before I took you to bed…”

“Ohhh!” Joyce sobbed. “I-I…p-please Faith – I-I’d like that…p-please d-don’t spank me…please…”

Faith however was implacable. She pushed Joyce forwards, down over the toilet.

“Bend over Joyce. Lean your hands on the seat!” she instructed sharply her hand heavy between Joyce’s shoulder blades. “Damn – but your ass is made for spanking!”

Faith felt her belly ripple, her core tightening unbearably at the sight of the generous globes with their deep dark valley between and the pale gold flesh of her strong, lithe thighs below.

Joyce quailed sobbing as, leaving her left hand between her shoulders, Faith raised her right hand.

The first spank landed hard on Joyce’s right flank; a sharp stinging *smack* of pain. The burn took moments to blossom, sending agonised signals to her brain down sluggish, hormone drenched pathways. She didn’t have time to react before the second blow struck her left buttock.

“Ahhhhh!” she managed to gasp in complaint before the next blow landed.

“You’re gonna have to learn…” *spank* “…to do as you’re told…” *spank* “…Joyce…”

She spanked her again making Joyce cry out in dismay.

“Ahhhhh! Ohh! Ohh! Oh!” Joyce cried as a salvo of spanks landed on her bottom in a flurry too rapid and painful to distinguish the separate blows. Tears flowed, smudging her carefully applied make-up.

“Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Ohhh! Oh n-n-n-ohhhhhh-ahhhhhhh!”

*Spank* *Spank* *Spank* *Spank* *Spank* *Spank* *Spank* *Spank* *Spank*

Distress, humiliation, pain consumed her and Joyce, slipping deep into a maelstrom of fire and anguish quickly lost track of how long Faith spanked her for. She was lost, awash in a maelstrom of dismay and anguish. All she knew was the agony, the heat, the pain that blazed across her throbbing buttocks.

“Yes Joyce!” Faith exclaimed. “If you can’t do as you’re told…” *Spank* “…you’re going…” *Spank* “…to get…” *Spank* “…your ass…” *Spank* “…spanked! Now hold…” *Spank* “…still!” *Spank* *Spank*

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She cried out, sobbing, pleading. “N-n-n-n-noooooohhhh…ohhh…p-p-pleeeeeeease….ahhhhhhhhh…”

But her begging seemed to fall on deaf ears, answered only by Faith’s harsh commands and heat and noise and pain as her spanking continued.

*Spank* *Spank* *Spank* *Spank* *Spank* *Spank*

When it did eventually come to an end Joyce hardly noticed, lost as she was in wretchedness.

“Stand up Joyce!” Faith ordered, stepping back from the raging conflagration that was the older woman’s bottom.

Sobbing Joyce obeyed, her hands reaching behind to knead and rub her buttocks in a desperate attempt to relieve their agony. Her skirt remained bunched above her hips. Despite being keenly aware that she presented a full frontal view of her nakedness to her companion she was too concerned with her abused buttocks to seek to hide herself from the heated interest in Faith’s lascivious gaze.

“When I give you an instruction Joyce…you’re going to obey it…understand?”

“Y-y-yus F-Faith…” Joyce snuffled, nodding her head.

“Or I *will* spank you again…ok?”

“Y-yes F-Faith…I-I u-understand…p-please F-Faith…I-I’ll b-be good…p-please d-don’t sp-spank me a-again…”

“Hmmm,” Faith murmured. “We’ll see.”

Inwardly she told herself that she would certainly have many opportunities to discipline Joyce again if her plans came to fruition.

But in the meantime she said: “Well we’ll see. It all depends how obedient you are Joyce.”

“I-I’ll b-be good Faith…I promise…b-but please d-don’t spank me any more…”

“No promises Sweetness…but for now…pick up your panties…”

Joyce bent to obey, stepping out of the silky scrap. Balling them in her hand she stood up, hanging her head.

“And straighten your skirt.”

With a whimper she did so tugging the material of her skirt over her aching rear.

“Ohh-ahhhh…” she moaned at the contact.

“Nice!” Faith grinned as she wriggled in distress. “Very, very hot Sweetness – just like your poor fanny!”

“Ohhhhh….” Joyce moaned.

“Come on…I have a little test for you now Joyce! Let’s see if you’ve learned your lesson…” Faith said cryptically. And she took her hand to leading her out of the bathroom.

“B-but Faith – p-please…let me f-fix my make-up…” she begged the younger woman to no avail and she found herself following her date back into the bar, her make-up smudged and ruined.

To Joyce the world had stopped but nothing seemed to have changed in the bar. There were still couples on the dancefloor; there were couples talking; laughing; kissing. There were a few singletons at the bar. She almost expected the other women there to be astounded, outraged even but the only attention she received was in the form of knowing, approving, envious even, looks from around the place before the clientele went back to their business.

She blushed deeply again as Faith took her hand to lead her back to the bar where Maggie leaned, a grin on her face that did not need explaining.

She nodded at Faith and then at Joyce.

“Maggie,” Faith began. “Joyce here has something for your collection…”

“Yeah?” the barkeep drawled, her eyes narrowing.

“Yeah…” Faith turned back to Joyce. “You see Sweetness, Maggie here collects the panties of naughty little tramps like you…when they give them to her…” She pointed at a row of dozens of pair of underwear pinned up behind the bar that Joyce had not noticed earlier.

Joyce gasped as it dawned on her what Faith wanted.

“I think you know what to do,” the brunette continued. “It’s a bit of a shame to give away a cute pair like that…but then if you had done as you were told in the first place…”

Joyce’s blush returned. “B-but F-Faith,” she stammered.

“No buts Joyce – now hand them over…” Faith let a little iron back into her voice. She squeezed the painful swell of her rump.

“Ohhhhh…” Joyce moaned, whimpering in response, shaking at the pressure on her heated buttocks and she ducked her head flinching a little at the returning ire.

“Y-yes Faith,” she said hurriedly, complying despite the ever receding voice in her head that wanted to resist, and she lifted her hand to proffer the bundle of silk to Maggie whose grin deepened as she accepted the offering. “I-I w-was told…no panties,” she shrugged, stammering, feeling the need to offer an explanation as the bar woman held them up, letting them dangle.

“Thank you Joyce…” she said eying the silk. “Very pretty!” She inspected the inside where they were still damp. “Mmmm,” she said with approval. “Guess you’ll do as you’re told in future?” Her eyes were bright, sparkling. Lustful as they looked at her.

“Y-yes m-ma’am,” Joyce stammered awkwardly.

The barkeep grinned. “Might even save that fine ass of yours a spanking here and there,” she said before she held her panties to her nose to inhale deeply on the scent of Joyce’s musk. “Mm-mmmm…oh yes!” she said with deep approval. “You smell good babe!”

Joyce’s eyes widened and she blushed yet again,

Turning to one side Maggie reached up to pin Joyce’s panties alongside the mixed collection of underwear that hung on the bar before beaming a smile, knowing and lusty at her. Then she rang a gleaming brass bell that hung beside them.

A cheer went up from all around and Joyce’s blushing chagrin grew even deeper at the realisation that everyone in the club now knew she was naked beneath her skirt.

“Come on Sweetness,” Faith pulled her by the hand, her voice softer again. “Let’s sit down again…see if we can’t pick up where we left off.”

She drew Joyce back to their seats pulling her down onto her knees.

The older woman whimpered as her still sore buttocks settled into Faith’s lap.

The young dark haired woman’s hand moved behind her head to cup her skull drawing her mouth towards her lips. Her claimed hers again and her other hand kneaded her breast, thumbing her nipple through her clothes.

“Mmm…mmmm-mmmmfhhhh!” Joyce’s complaint was muffled. Her head spun.

Faith kissed her deeply, intently her tongue demanding and dominant in her mouth.

Despite everything; her embarrassment; her pain; her confusion Joyce felt her body respond and her mind race, flooding with endorphins; pleasure and desire.

When Faith let her come up for air her breathing was deep, ragged, her core throbbed aching. Her blood raced in her veins; her heart beating in her clitoris.

“Yeah…so gay…” Faith purred.

In the hiatus the waitress Gabrielle reappeared with two refills.

She smiled coyly at Joyce as she set the drinks down.

“On the house,” she said. “We wondered whose ass it was getting a hiding just now…” she winked at Joyce. “I kinda hoped it was you…” she continued with a blush to match Joyce’s. “No offence…I mean…but you’re a hottie…and that ass…ooooooh…yeah!!!”

As she left with another wink Faith said, with a grin.

“Huh…just an hour in the place and you’ve got Gabby on the hook babe! Mind she’s right – you are a hottie!”

Joyce didn’t know what to say as she watched the slim waitress shimmy across to the bar her hips swaying alluringly as she deflected the attentions of numerous clients. She sipped her drink again feeling an undeniable surging of desire as she did so.

“Oh my…” she breathed.

“So, where were we?” Faith asked softly in her ear, hands moving to roam her body.

Joyce shuddered awash with arousal, hot with desires she hadn’t known she could feel.

“Y-you w-were ch-checking,” she heard herself say in a small voice, nervous. “I-if I w-was wet…”

“Oh yeah…” the brunette grinned, delightedly at the older woman’s new compliance. “So I was.”

She ran her hand up Joyce’s thigh, easing her skirt up as she went.

Joyce bit her lip as Faith exposed her thighs.

“Open your legs Joyce,” the younger woman instructed softly. “Let me check your pussy.”

“B-but people will see…”

“Let them Sweetness…let them…you’re beautiful you know Joyce,” Faith murmured. “So beautiful…so sexy…so hot…of course they’re watching…let them see…”

Blushing deeply, keenly aware that she could be seen across the club, Joyce found herself obeying; giving her companion access to her intimate, secret flesh.

“Good girl,” purred Faith; and she felt an absurd warmth, a fluttering of pleasure at the younger woman’s approval.

“Ohhmmm!” Joyce gasped as Faith’s fingers slipped between the sensitive, puffy lips of her sex to glide through slick succulence upwards to stroke the stiff, erect pip of her clitoris. “Oh-ohh..oh g-gohhd!” Her hips twitched.

“Oh yes…very wet Joyce…your hot little lezzie fuck-hole is dripping Joyce…oh you are *so* a *dyke*!”

She flicked her clit and Joyce bucked, her hips jerking and she moaned, a deep, lustful groan.

“Ohhhhooohhhhhhmmmmmuhhhhh!” Joyce gurgled in response. She sank deep into Faith’s arms transported, lost, yielding as Faith kissed her, continuing to stroke her button.

“Mmmm…you want me don’t you Sweetness?” Faith asked softly as she allowed Joyce up for air.

“Y-yes…p-please…” she answered softly with a shy smile, blushing anew.

“Good!” the brunette said, easing the pressure on Joyce’s clit, removing her hand from between her legs. “You’re a dirty old dyke aren’t you Joyce?”

Joyce moaned softly at the loss. She nodded.

“Y-yes…I am Faith…” she whispered.

Faith smiled. “You can close your legs babe,” Faith said. “Don’t worry though – you’ll be opening them again for me soon.”

Joyce obeyed and Faith let her skirt slide down to cover her legs.

The young brunette lifted her hand to he nose scenting the ooze on her fingers. “You smell good Joyce,” she said with a feral grin. “Mmmm…like a whore…a slut that needs to be fucked.” And she moved her fingers beneath Joyce’s nose. “Don’t you Sweetness?”

The older woman’s senses were assailed by the scent of her own love juices, pungent and musky. She made a little noise in her throat, nodding. “Y-yes…” she stammered. A shiver of desire slid through her. She felt more sexual than she could remember feeling; taut with longing and yet loose, pliant at the same time. Her heartbeat felt slow, heavy as it thudded between her thighs. Her clit felt tight.

Faith’s fingers dabbled on Joyce’s lips. The golden haired older woman felt faint, tasting herself, her desire. Her eyes fluttered, her subjugation complete.

After that the rest of the date went more calmly, normally – if, Joyce thought, anything about being there with the younger woman could be described as normal; or the way her head span dizzyingly as her centre fluttered could be called calm.

Faith helped her slide off her lap onto the settee next to her and she wrapped an arm around her pulling the older woman close so her golden curled head rested on her shoulder.

Joyce sighed feeling the wine go to her head as Faith kissed her again.

“Wanna dance?”

Joyce smiled diffidently. The song playing was one she recognised; a jazz standard, smooth and slow and seductive.

“O-ok…b-but…” she nodded uncertainly. “I d-don’t know how…” But she let Faith draw her up and onto the dance-floor. She had never danced with another woman before and she wasn’t quite sure how it would work; who would lead. As it was there was no problem as Faith took her in her arms letting one hand drop to her still aching bottom to pull her close.

She gave a low gasp as she felt the hard youth of Faith’s body against hers.

“Relax Sweetness,” Faith purred in her ear as she began to lead her, slowly manoeuvring her around the dancefloor in time to the music. The hand on her bottom was controlling driving her even as it held her intimately close, Faith’s thigh pressing up against her core. “Imagine I’m making love to you again,” she said.

Joyce shuddered her depths rippling, clutching. Faith’s lips brushed over hers, her left hand stroking her breasts as they danced and she moaned softly, utterly seduced now by the younger woman.

“Mmmohhh…”

“Just let it happen Joyce. Don’t fight it.” The hand on her ass squeezed a little tighter sliding a finger between her cheeks, pressing though her skirt, against her tail-bone as she pinched a nipple at the same time. “Move your hips against me…like I’m fucking you…”

Her lips were on Joyce’s neck, her ear, her mouth as she spoke. Her voice was husky with desire. “You’re so hot Joyce…so fine…so classy…so sexy… so beautiful…I can almost believe that I *am* fucking you…mmm oh I’m gonna open those *amazing* legs again soon Joyce…”

“Ohhhhh…” Joyce moaned, her head spinning at Faith’s flattery, thrusting her hips to grind herself on Faith’s thigh in time to the music as they danced.

“You *know* I’m going to fuck you again later don’t you Joyce?” Her eyes were dark with lust and Joyce felt herself melting in their gaze.

“Mmmm…mm-hmmm…” Her reply was a whispering moan. The younger woman’s mouth was hot on her neck. “Ohhh…oh y-yes Faith…I-I do know…I know you are…I know you’re going to fuck me…”

“And you want that don’t you Joyce…you want me to fuck you don’t you?”

“Yes please Faith…mmmmmmpfhhhh!” Her impassioned entreaty was cut off by Faith’s tongue.

And at that moment Joyce thought she would have let the younger woman strip her and take her right there on the dancefloor let alone in the ladies room.

Faith however had other ideas. She was enjoying herself. The eyes of the club were on her and her attractive older date now and she was relishing the feel of Joyce, pliant, sensual and needy in her arms. She kissed her again as another song started slipping her hand inside Joyce’s blouse as they danced.

“Mmmmmohhhmmmfhhhh,” Joyce groaned as Faith rolled her stubby, hard pebble.

“They’re all watching you Joyce...everyone is watching you babe. They can see how turned on you are…how hot you are…they know you’re going to be spreading your legs for me soon…they know you’re wet and ready…that you want it…”

Her hand seemed to control Joyce’s buttocks and hips and she moved it in a circle making Joyce roll her hips against her; thrusting and grinding on her thigh.

“That’s it baby…you’re so fuckin’ hot…everyone’s watching you…watching this ass move…watching your hips…and they all want to be with you…dancin’ with you…they all want to get you naked…they *all* want to fuck you…mmmm…move against me baby…grind those hips…work that ass…let them see what you’re like when you’re being fucked…make them all want you…”

“Ohhhhmmmmmhhhhh!!!” Her mind wheeling at Faith’s dirty-sweet talking and the heady rush of wild, new, alien sensations that flooded her brain with endorphins Joyce could only moan her arousal into Faith’s mouth.

The music ended too soon and this time Faith did not wait for the next tune to begin.

“Damn I need a drink,” she said in breathless, guttural rasp, her hand shaking as much as Joyce’s as she led her off the dancefloor. “Best we take a break Sweetness…before I drag you back into the ladies room and jump your bones…’cos I want you in bed tonight…spread open – naked so I can make love to you properly…long and slow…mmmmm…and besides – I reckon you’ve seen enough of that bathroom for one night haven’t you honey?”

“Oh Faith…” Joyce moaned softly, shuddering, She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. Her thighs were wet.

Faith gestured towards the bar as they moved to sit again, their emotions calming.

“I knew you’d be a good dancer,” Faith husked in her ear making her shudder again.

“Thanks,” Joyce replied softly. “I-It’s been a long time…”

“Well you haven’t forgotten how to move babe…or how to fuck…”

“Well – I think I still know how to do that,” Joyce said with a sideways look.

“I *know* you still know how to fuck!” Faith replied with a smile of her own. “In fact dancing with you…mmmm…it’s *like* fucking to music!”

Joyce blushed and she bit her lip before saying; “Takes two to tango…” she gave a waggle of her eyebrows that made Faith grin and they both laughed.

“You two…you are one hot couple…” Gabby said as she delivered their drinks. Her eyes flickered lustfully between them.

Sipping their drinks they talked quietly now, though their conversation was punctuated with frequent lingering kisses that stole Joyce’s breath again while where Faith’s hands had been controlling, domineering on the dance-floor they were gentle now as they roamed over her body searching and seeking as they fondled and groped sliding beneath her clothes to tease and excite sensitive, responsive flesh; leaving her shuddering and squirming with desire.

A little later Joyce realised she needed to pee. Embarrassed she found stammering.

“I-I n-need to…use the ladies room…” she began, uncertain whether she needed to ask her companion for permission. “D-do you m-mind?”

“That’s ok babe,” Faith smiled and she nodded with a non-committal shrug. “But don’t be long Joyce…I want some more of that sugar…”

Joyce blushed again and as she squeezed out of her seat Faith stroked her bottom and she trembled at the contact with her still aching flanks.

As she peed Joyce heard two women enter the bathroom.

‘They’re so hot together…’ one said.

‘Mmmm…looks like Faith has got her on a leash!’’ Said the other lustfully.

‘I know…I-I can’t believe it…I mean I teach her daughter…I-I knew about Faith …”

‘Everyone knows about Faith…but you never knew the MIlf was queer?’

Joyce blushed, realising they were talking about her.

‘No! She always seemed so straight…uptight…you know…never got the slightest ping…”

“Well good chica…I don’t want you chasing all the MIlfs and Soccer Moms!”

“You know I wouldn’t Darla…”

‘Nah – you’d rather cruise their daughters no?’

‘Oh Darla…I wouldn’t…I’m faithful baby…I promise…this pussy’s yours baby?’

‘And what about this ass chica?’

There was a smacking sound, unmistakeable to Joyce now followed by a soft moan of complaint.

‘Owww…y-yours Darla…my ass is yours…’

Another spank followed and then another drawing further gasping, sighing complaint.

‘Oww…oooch!’

‘That’s right chica…mine…all of you yeah?’

‘Yes Darla, baby, all of me…I belong to you…’

‘So legs closed when I let you go home to that husband of yours?’

‘Yes ma’am! These legs only open for you Darla!’

‘Good girl Katherine.’

Joyce could hardly believe what she was hearing. She recognised one of the voices as Katherine Mayfair, one of the teachers at Sunnydale High.

‘Now chica,’ the woman called Darla continued. ‘That hot MIlf has got me thinking.’

‘Yes?’ Ms Mayfair sounded very uncertain.

Joyce thought about the teacher. She was middle aged – a little older than Joyce; attractive but conservative looking she had mid-length reddish brown hair and a pleasant smile. She was a good teacher, serious but she seemed to have a good rapport with the kids – and it can’t have been easy to teach Buffy at times. Joyce had met her at numerous meetings of the PTA. She liked her. In many ways she reminded her of herself.

‘I want *your* panties over the bar chica…’

‘Ohh…oh no…oh please…’ the older woman pleaded.

‘Yes chica!’ Another spank sounded; another groan of complaint. ‘You want me to spank you here or back at mine chica?’ The one called Darla’s voice was hard. It didn’t offer anything except the binary choice of where she was going to be spanked.

Shocking herself Joyce felt her body tighten.

‘Ohhh…a-a-at yours Darla…please…n-not here…th-there’s someone listening!’

Joyce’s heart seemed to stop. *Caught!*

‘I know…it’s the hot MIlf…she came in before us…so…your panties going over bar Katherine?’

The teacher seemed to pause. Joyce could hear her breathing. She was almost panting.

‘Y-yes Darla,’ she replied after a minute. Her voice sounded of defeat.

‘That’s good chica.’

After a moment Joyce realised through spinning, fog riddled arousal that they had gone.

She washed her hands and returned to the bar in a haze.

“You ok Sweetness?” Faith said as she slipped back down into the settee and the young woman’s arms. There was a look of relief on the brunette’s face. “I was beginning to think you’d skipped out on me and I was gonna have to chase you down…”

“Ohhh – oh no Faith…nothing like that. It’s just…” She looked across to the bar, recognising Katherine Mayfair. The woman with her, Darla, was blonde. Pretty but severe looking she was, perhaps 20 years younger than the teacher. She wore a pair of black, leather boots in a sort of combat style with tight fitting dark blue jeans and a high waisted leather jacket over a dark wife-beater.

Beside her the teacher was stood nervously. Her green button-up sweater was undone a couple of buttons further than it would have been at school and her breasts seemed to strain against and it was clear to see that she was not wearing a bra.

There was a look of panic on her face and Joyce recognised how she felt as she drew her skirt up baring her legs with shaking hands.

“Th-they were…you know…in the restroom…”

“Oh…and you wanted to listen to them fucking?”

“No! No – they…they didn’t – they just talked…b-but I-I *know* her…she teaches at Sunnydale High!”

Faith shrugged at Joyce. “Yeah – I know babe – she taught me…though I never knew she was queer…trust Darla to hit that!”

“Ohh…oh my…” Joyce swept the hair from her face as she watched the russet haired older woman slip her dark blue, lace trimmed panties over her bottom and down her legs. Blushing profusely she handed them to Maggie and the bell rang to a round of applause.

Maggie sniffed the wad of blue, grinning like she had earlier before hanging them next to Joyce’s.

“She’ll be happy…two new pairs for her collection in one night!” Faith said looking pleased with herself for her part in proceedings.

The teacher and her young companion left hurriedly after that. Darla’s hand was on Katherine’s neck as she hurried her towards the door. The blonde smiled at them as they left and Faith raised her glass with a grin. Joyce saw hunger in Darla’s eyes and she shuddered, recognising it as the same look she had seen in Faith’s. Katherine looked fraught, nervous, scared a little; fearful for her bottom perhaps; of the spanking that awaited her. Joyce recalled the conversation she had overheard.

“Is this place *always* like this?” She asked with a sort of sigh.

“Yeah…pretty much – it’s why I brought you here,” Faith replied with a shrug and a grin and she kissed her.

After that their conversation ranged from discussions of the club and its patrons; Faith pointing out the women she knew, sharing snippets of gossip with a humorous affection about this couple and that singleton. And they talked about work, finding things in common that surprised the older woman. They discovered a mutual interest in art that and, much to Joyce’s surprise, that the younger woman was an artist herself.

“I-I didn’t know Faith. I thought you worked at that auto-shop…”

“I do…pays the bills babe…besides – I like cars and bikes…and I don’t sell much art…”

“Maybe I could sell some for you?”

Faith grinned, her affection undeniable.

“I’m not sure you could to be honest babe.”

“No? Why not”

“Well,” Faith’s grin quirked. “You see I mostly paint Lesbian erotica…some simple nudes but mostly y’know…pretty explicit!”

“Ohhh!” her jaw dropped causing Faith to laugh gently and she nuzzled Joyce’s neck.

“S’ok honey – and thanks for the offer.” She swept a strand of Joyce’s hair off of her face, tucking the curled skein behind her ear before kissing her. “But all I want from you just now is your naked body beneath me…with you writhing and bucking…calling my name…coming…”

Her hand slid back down Joyce’s body, over her breasts to her knees from where it tracked back up her thighs beneath her skirt.

“Want me to take you home Sweetness?” she asked.

Joyce shuddered her legs opening to let Faith’s hand move upwards.

Sitting as she was on the low settee, she knew, somewhere inside her lust befuddled mind that people could see as her lover’s fingers teased her pussy.

She blushed but somehow she didn’t seem to care.

Her hips jerked and her feet kicked as Faith flickered over her button.

“Ohhh… y-yes please Faith…please take home…oooohhh…t-take me to h-home…t-take me to bed…ahhhnnnhhuhh…make love to me…”

***
The journey home went in a blur as Faith led her from the club to hail a taxi that swept them back across town to Revello Drive. In the back of the cab Faith’s passion was unrelenting and her wandering hands, her kisses left Joyce feeble, shaking; riddled with wanton lusty desire.

The house was quiet again as her fumbling hands unlocked the front door.

“Dawnie staying at Janice’s again?” Faith asked wryly.

Joyce nodded with a frown of confusion in reply.

But she didn’t have time to worry about it as Faith lifted her skirt to fondle her bottom and sweep her upstairs.

She was gentle but no less commanding for it, as she stripped her, tugging her sweater over her head; unclasping her bra to bare her breasts and suck on her nipples. Her zipper seemed to purr downwards of its own volition and her skirt, unfastened, slipped down her legs to leave her naked in just her shoes.

Her knees almost buckled when Faith entered her right there, sliding two fingers past her lush, liquid resistance, penetrating her while the pad of her thumb rubbed over the trembling button of her clit.

“Unnnnhhhh-uhhhhh!” Joyce groaned. “Ohhh…oh yuh-yesss…oh gohhhddd…oh please Faith…ohhhh…”

“That’s right Joyce…,” Faith purred, easing the older woman back onto the bed and herself, still dressed, on top of her. Her mouth covered Joyce’s again. “Open your legs sweet thing…”

Compliant, submissive Joyce obeyed easily turning knees outwards.

“L-l-like this?” she asked breathlessly, shy. Something inside Joyce thrilled as Faith’s slight weight pressed her down into the mattress. It wasn’t, as she remembered it, like having a man’s bulky mass above her but she felt utterly vulnerable, pinned, completely dominated by the young woman’s slender form as she accepted the younger woman’s still clothed body between her thighs; her hips rising to meet the thrust of her fingers.

Faith slid an arm beneath her, pulling her close as she fucked Joyce with her other hand.

“Unhhh…uhh…uh…uh…uh…uhh…ohhh…oh y-yuh…oh yuhssss…y-yes Faith…p-please…unhh-ah…ah…ah…ah…un-ahhhh…ah…ah…ah…ahhh…oh Goddess…ohhhhh-ahhh…ahhhhh…ohhhhhh…oh….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Joyce came quickly now after the long, intense, escalating of the events of their date; even her spanking becoming part of the build-up of erotic tension within her. She was riddled, run through, with desire and submission and her body surrendered splashing Faith with her ecstasy as she exploded in orgasm.

Faith held her for a while and Joyce shook in her arms as the aftershocks of her climax ran through her.

“Damn you’re gorgeous Joyce!” Faith murmured. “I’ve never seen anyone come so beautifully.”

Joyce smiled shyly once again, craning to kiss Faith.

“You say the nicest things Faith,” she said softly. Her smile made Faith’s heart leap.

“Mm-hmm…” The young brunette covered Joyce’s mouth again briefly before she eased herself upwards off of the older woman to undress, quickly slipping out of her black jeans and boots, pulling of her tank top. Her skimpy but plain black underwear went quickly too.

Joyce’s eyes fluttered as she looked with re-burgeoning desire at her lover’s taut, toned young body.

Faith flashed a renewed smile at her. “Like what you see?” she asked.

Joyce could not prevent the blush that darkened her already flushed cheeks as she nodded in response. She was sure that she was blushing all the time at the moment. “Uh-huh,” she said and she took Faith into her arms meeting her mouth with passion.

Their bodies pressed together, thrusting against one another, tongues dancing as fingers sought out the soft, liquid places that made them gasp and moan.

Intermezzi:

Elsewhere...

A slender brunette is lies in the aftermath of passion beneath her blonde lover. She whispers, moaning softly, breathing her lover’s name: “Saaammmmm…”

The blonde caresses her, brushing auburn bangs from her face. She eases her hips back, withdrawing the dildo from her clasping flesh.

The smaller woman’s eyes are dry now where there were tears. Her flanks are pink, spanked, tender. “I love you,” she whispers.

“I know baby,” the blonde woman says with an adoring smile and she clambers up her lover’s body to press the slick, pleasure soaked strap-on cock to her lips.

A petite Indian beauty spreads the cheeks of her buttocks, a dildo nudging the taut ring between. She gasps groaning, sobbing, her body swallowing the erection.

Cordelia Chase kneels on a bed – not her own – not the one she shares with Anya – when their adventures permit. The brunettes face presses between ebon cheeks, her tongue searching and seeking. Her statuesque buttocks blush, striped pink to mar their soft golden flesh. Her tears are gone now but the heat remains. Below her there comes a groan of pleasure as she presses inside the dusky, twitching knot.

“Gohhhddd…oh y-you perfect little slu-hu-hht!"

Another woman shakes sobbing; her buttocks, wide and generous with maturity. She gasps, whimpers as the strap strikes again. Her buttocks judder. She moans sobbing. “Nohhhhhhhhh…”

“Good Renee…mmmm…more?” Her lover is younger, her black skin darker than the other’s; her limbs slender, lithe; her features fine, eyes glittering shards of jet; her smile hungry. She gives her lover another stroke, and another.

The older woman, Renee, pleads. “Nooooo…Reggieeee…ohhh…” But she does not move as the other black woman spanks her again and her dusky cheeks ripple and flatten and recoil. Her sex, dark, wet; her lips fat and plump with lust between her legs, below her blushing, burning, suffering bottom – she knows that soon there will be pleasure.

“Nnnnn-ahhhhhh!”

***

Faith made love to her gently that night. There was no doubt that she was in control of their loving and Joyce found herself, once more, responding with desire to that control as she surrendered to the young brunette’s sexual command of her. But Faith was tender, her caresses gentle and sweet if demanding as she ravished her, her finger and tongue exploring every inch, every niche and hollow of her body before she swung herself atop of her easing her sex onto Joyce’s mouth before dipping herself to lavish Joyce’s womanhood with her lips and tongue.

Joyce shook, uncertain, disturbed, shocked to find her young lover’s genitals above her, intimately close once again. But she could not find the will to resist as it closed with her mouth to kiss her lips.

Faith’s thighs were tight around her head, holding her so she could not refuse the kiss.

Tasting her again, her sex was sharp, almost metallic; perfumed with a hint of sweet liquor and musk as her flavour filled the golden haired woman’s mouth. Her eyes fluttered as Faith’s vulva moved gently against her lips.

Helpless beneath her young lover she felt…conquered. As Faith’s tongue flicked across her clit, sending a jolt of ecstasy through her, electrifying her she cried, groaning into the young woman’s core and as she did so her mouth was filled with lush flavour. It was as if one taste was not enough and she gave herself to the dark haired girl’s pleasure, her tongue beginning to lap obediently, exploring and lavishing the folded coral flesh with all the attention she could spare.

As she did so she was delighted to find the brunette moving above her; hips rolling and trembling, twitching in little jerking twitches as she licked.

There was something strange but familiar about the slick contoured flesh as she searched the tender, luscious folds, circling the fat, hard, pip of her clit where it jutted from its fleshy sheath, scooping up her flood as she searched lower finding her bitter little urethra and then her velvet entrance. She did not need instruction. Instinct took over as she slid her tongue inside, searching, searching as Faith shook above her groaning into Joyce’s centre herself as she did so.

Curled in the yin/yang bow of their 69 Faith’s mouth skilfully, gently but inexorably guided Joyce, so that her pleasure built slowly leaving her to devote enough of her endorphin drenched consciousness in reciprocation. Sucking briefly on Joyce’s clit before changing to lick her lush engorged lips and then lap at the pooling well of her womanhood, dipping deep within her before sucking once more she drew her upwards so slowly so that her own pleasure grew as Joyce’s attentions began to reflect hers until they moved in synchronised concert so when Faith sucked so did Joyce and together they shared their pleasure until they came as one, together in a flooding crescendo of bliss. Their moans, muffled by each other’s flesh, came in gasping, panting little mewls of ecstasy, Faith’s core tightening on Joyce’s tongue to splash her pleasure, filling her mouth with her sap while Joyce clenched on her lover, her climax spurting upwards spraying the back of the young woman’s mouth.

Faith crawled off her companion to turn about and lay herself atop of her again.

“Fuck…Joyce…” was all she could manage as their lips met sharing the sweet-salt-sharp, perfumed flavours each other’s juices while the same ichors mingled at their source as Faith’s oozing sex dripped onto Joyce’s below her.

“Oh Faith…” Joyce’s answer was a breathless, adoring reply.

Their tongues danced in deep passionate kisses and Joyce wrapped her arms around Faith to hold her lover close as her legs opened wide letting the younger woman between them. Still moving as one, unsated they began to thrust against each other; gently at first, an easy, sinuous, sensuous movement hip to hip, belly against belly, pubis against pubis, their movement together spreading their juices, moistening pubes and damping thighs.

“Oh Faith…oh yessss…” Joyce moaned again with soft, panted passion as she spread her legs wider, hooking her feet around Faith to cross her ankles above the young brunette’s ass, lifting her hips, pushing her groin upwards into the thrusts. And as she did so Faith arched backwards so that their lovemouths chafed upon each other.

“Oh Goddess Faith…oh fu-uh-uhck!” Joyce gasped.

“Oh yeah…oh Joyce…yeah…mmmm…” Faith replied, and arching her back further to reposition herself bringing their pussies into full contact in the most intimate kiss Joyce could imagine.

As her clitoris rubbed on Faith’s, their stubby, stiff little nubbins ultra sensitive, Joyce felt she was transported to a paradise of rapture, as if an arcing jolt of lightening reached between them; a shuddering moment of eternal bliss.

“Ohhhh…oh Faith – yes…fuck me…oh fuck yes…like that…m-make m-me…ohhh please…cuh-cuh-uh-uhmmming…ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” She howled, orgasm surging through her again, her body taut, rigid and then suddenly limp as she crashed feeble and helpless, enervated as moments later Faith tensioned above gasping her own ecstasy as she joined Joyce in her climax.

The two lovers were quite then for a while, lying in each other’s arms soft words and softer kisses whispering between them. In some ways Joyce could hardly credit how gentle Faith could be having experienced her earlier anger and her cruel severity as she had punished her after the harsh heat of her lovemaking the night before; and yet in other ways it seemed perfectly consistent. She found herself deeply confused but utterly entranced as the young woman gentled her, almost crooning gently her lips soothing and sensual against her ear.

Joyce woke a little later. They were still curled together. Faith was now behind Joyce her groin pushed firmly against Joyce’s bottom, the pressure reminding her of her earlier spanking. Her nipples were hard against her back.

Joyce felt Faith stir a casual hand dipping to stroke the matted thatch below her belly and she moaned softly as the hand searched lower to slide between her tender, liquid folds.

Faith made love to her again, her fingers moving between her legs to dabble whilst her other hand teased her bottom fingering her tight, secret knot until its resistance failed and she groaned under the dual penetration and Joyce came quickly quaking as if her earlier pleasure had been left behind.

And then later too the younger woman had stirred her from her slumbers to mount her, parting and lifting her legs to take her with the strap-on dildo she had brought in her purse, pinning her dominantly to the bed thrusting hard and deep; long powerful strokes into her shuddering, yielding depths.

And Joyce accepted it all willingly, welcoming her seduction, responding to Faith’s domination with passion, surrendering her orgasm to her lover again and again.

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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers