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Dawn has
been kidnapped � Chapter 4/9 (F/F, Spank)

Author:
IMTCWay

Rating: I
think most people would consider that you should be an adult to read this.

Pairing:
Buffy / Willow.

Warning:

Reluctant
public nudity.

2 girls get
spanked in this story and there are a number of spankers, male and female.
Also, Buffy makes a serious error in judgement later on, which we will not
admire.

Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from
it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

Alternative Universe

The story starts early in Season 2 and Dawn is 13, which I think
is a little older than in canon.

Summary: Dawn Summers has been kidnapped by an
unknown demon. Don�t worry, nothing bad will happen to underage Dawn.
Fortunately for her (and us) Buffy and Willow
will prove to be willing to give in to all her kidnapper�s demands.

Buffy has been threatened with a spanking. This
is a flashback episode.

Chapter 4

SPANK ME! Shit not again. Why does everyone want
to spank me? I�m almost seventeen! These thoughts were not of course spoken out
loud, but they were shouted silently, if that makes any sense.

I should perhaps explain. After burning down
Hemery I was obviously unable to explain to my parents what had really happened
� slayer secrecy and all that. They thought I was just a juvenile delinquent.
Spanking had never been a part of our domestic discipline but Mom decided this
was very different.

Flashback

I felt a sense of foreboding as I heard Mom
walking up the stairs. Since I got in the previous night I'd been confined to
my room and no one had spoken to me. The worst thing was I knew I'd done
nothing wrong. I'd done only what was necessary to save us all from the
vampires. Unfortunately there's no way in the world I could explain that to Mom.
My parents believed the worst and who could blame them. She opened the door and
glared in at me. "Buffy Anne Summers." She just shook her head at
this point, as if she couldn't think of any words sufficiently bad to convey
what she thought about me. She strode into the room and glared again, standing
with hands on her hips. I'd certainly never in my life seen her looking so
frightening or unforgiving.

"This stops now. I don't know if you
thought your father and I were soft touches or what. If you did, you are about
to find out that you were very wrong. We've been far too easy on you up till
now. I blame myself. I've tried to make sure you grew up well, with a strong
moral sense, but I've obviously failed completely. It seems kindness doesn't
work at all on Miss Buffy Summers. It leads to schools being burned down."
I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again. What could I say?
After all, I had burned the school down, or at least part of it. Mom looked at
me in silence for several moments then spoke. "From now on, you will do
exactly what I say, with no argument, no hesitation. Is that clear young lady?"

What could I do but nod my head in agreement.
"Right. Well you�d better remember that. Now we'll get down to the matter
of your punishment. Your father and I spent most of last night discussing it.
We agreed we needed something that would get through your attitude of
indifference. Something that would make you shudder whenever you remembered it.
Something that will make you stop and think before you do something as STUPID
as that again." I gulped. This was not sounding good.

"Stand up." The instruction came
unexpectedly, but I shot to obey. The tone of my mother's voice made it plain
that I had no choice. �Now take your clothes off." I started, wondering if
I'd misheard, then saw the look of determination in her eye and reluctantly
moved to obey. When I was down to my underwear I stopped and looked at her
again. I'd been trying to convince myself that she wouldn't want me to strip
all the way, though I was far from confident about that. She tossed her head in
the direction of the pile that now contained my T-shirt and jeans, making it
plain that I was to continue. It was years since she�d seen me naked. It was
years since anyone had seen me naked, except for the showers at school, and
those don't count. As I removed my bra and took down my panties, I was aware of
a burning sensation in my cheeks. This was so embarrassing.

I had little time to wallow in my discomfort as
Mom grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me out of the door and then down the
stairs. Horrified though I was, I put up no resistance until I was dragged into
the front room and saw Dad and Dawn sitting there waiting for me. I immediately
tried to cover my body with my hands but Mom knocked them away. "That's
enough Buffy. Your father is going to be playing a full part in what is to
happen and your sister is going to watch it all. I know you must hate being
naked in front of us all, but that's a major part of your punishment. I hope,
we hope, you will feel thoroughly humiliated by everything that takes place.
We're not playing games Buffy. You need to be aware of that."

Now Mom took a seat and pulled me over her lap.
Everything had happened so fast that until that moment it hadn't occurred to me
I was going to be spanked. Now there was no doubt and I was suddenly really
scared. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. As Mom's hand came
down on my backside for the first time my first impression, surprisingly, was
of the loud crack of flesh on flesh. An instant later this impression was
drowned out by the unbelievably painful FEELING of flesh on flesh, and I
gasped. Wow that hurt! And so did the second. And so, believe it or not, did
the third. And the 23rd and the 53rd and goodness knows how many after that.
She went on for I guess about 20 minutes, and it seemed pretty brutal. To start
with I was screwing up my face and biting my lip trying to be brave, but it was
soon too much for me. By about the 10th blow I started to yelp at each one. By
the time Mom had got to 20, tears were streaming down my face and I was begging
her to stop. Needless to say she ignored me. As my legs started to kick
backwards, pretty well involuntarily, she first told me to hold them still,
then when I was unable to do so, asked Dawn to hold them still. I was in no
position then to think of anything being worse than the spanking I was
receiving, but looking back on it, the thought of my 11-year-old sister taking
part in my punishment was absolutely horrifying. Of course I couldn't see her,
but I just know she had a smirk on her face.

After Mom was finished I was made to stand up
and Dad took her place. In a way this was even worse. I'd always been daddy's
little girl and here he was seeing me like this. It certainly hurt no more than
my Mom's, and given how sore my bottom was he must have been spanking me much
less hard. Dawn still held my legs though. After being allowed such a desirable
position she was not about to give it up in a hurry. I'm sure, if given another
chance, I'd have been able to keep still without sisterly assistance but that
option was no longer on offer. I wasn't looking at any clock, naturally enough,
but if I had to guess I'd have to say that Dad went on for 20 minutes as well,
near enough. When he stopped I was allowed to stand up and rub my bottom

As I looked around through my tears I was
horrified to see Dawn looking beseechingly at Mom. I could read her expression
like a book. It said "poor little Dawnie is the only one here not to have
spanked naughty bad Buffy. Please let her do it as well. Please please please.
Dawnie is a good girl unlike her sister and really deserves that treat."
That would have been the disaster to top all disasters and for a moment I
thought it might happen. I was indescribably relieved when my mother said
"go to the corner Buffy and stand there, face to the wall." So that's
what I did. I stood there for an hour, while the rest of the family went about
their business. Dawn came over to have a close look at me but Dad quickly told
her to leave me alone.

After an hour I was called back to be told what
was to happen next. I stood downcast, contemplating the carpet. "Two years
ago, we decided you were old enough to deserve your own room" my mother
opened. Was it only two years? Until then I'd shared a room with my sister,
which had gone about as well as might be expected, having to share with such an
annoying little brat. Then what had previously been a guest room was converted
for me, and I was bought a new bed and desk. My old bed stayed where it was.
"Well Buffy. We no longer think you deserve your own room. While you were
in that corner I moved your things back into Dawn's room -- now once again 'the
girl's room'. In a moment you will go up to your room and stay there, exactly
as you are. You are not to put any clothes on. At five o'clock, your Dad and I will come up and give you a
further spanking." At this I inwardly groaned, although I did not raise my
eyes. Tomorrow you will not leave your room- except to go to the bathroom. I
will bring food up to you. After each meal you will receive a further spanking.
During this whole time, you will not speak to your sister, not a single word,
nor will you speak to us unless one of us asks you a question. Now is that
understood?"

My mouth had fallen open at this catalogue of my
coming misfortune and it was a moment before I realised I was expected to reply.
"Yes Mom." There was really nothing else to say. "Well off you
go then. We'll be seeing you later. Remember what I said." Disconsolately
I trudged off, rubbing my bottom. As I climbed the stairs I reflected on the
unfairness of life. I was about to turn left to go to my old room when I
remembered and went to the one I once again shared with the 'annoying brat'.
There I lay face down on the bed and started to cry.

Moments later there was a noise and Dawn burst
into the room. I turned to glare at her but stopped. This was her room as well,
she had every right to come and go as she pleased and there was nothing I could
do about it. Not now or in the future. At this thought the tears came again and
I buried my face in my pillow. As I was wallowing in self-pity I suddenly felt
pressure on my sore buttocks. Looking round I saw that Dawn had knelt down by
my bed and was running her hand over the surface of my backside, her face a
study in curiosity. "Wow Buffy, it's so hot. I can't imagine how it must
feel. It looks really nice though -- I've never seen a spanked bottom
before." I wanted to snap at her "I've never had a spanked bottom
before" but of course I wasn't allowed to.

I had a further spanking after tea, which
needless to say Dawn stayed to watch. Even at the start, my backside was still
oh so very sore, so I was in complete agony by the end. I lay on my tummy and
my sister left me alone for once. With no thought for anything but the pain in
my butt, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I woke refreshed and totally
pain-free. I twisted my head round to look at my ass and it was back to its
normal pink and non-painy self. This seemed like a miracle, which is in fact
what it was. It was my first ever experience of slayer healing. In time I would
come to know how it operated. While I was awake it did very little, perhaps I
would recover a little faster than average but not much. During sleep however
it was a different matter. Knowing what I later discovered, I expect my
backside was back to normal after little more than two hours. I would have been
over the moon if it hadn't been for the fact that it was soon about to be
reddened up a whole lot more.

Dawn was now waking up, so I rolled over onto my
back. At this stage my little sister had no idea I was the slayer, so I didn't
want her suspicious about the speed of my recovery. Of course this gave her the
opportunity to study the front side of Buffy -- where I differed so much from
her own still undeveloped body. I couldn't really blame her -- I'd have been
just as curious in the same position. In any case she got bored soon enough and
went down to her breakfast. This was a luxury not open to me -- not today.

The weirdest thing was wandering about my room
-- our room -- with no clothes on. It felt so strange. To start with Dawnie
snickered every time she looked at me. Eventually we both got more used to the
idea and it came to seem more normal.

At about 10 o'clock
the door opened and my Mom brought in a tray of food. I ate it in silence and
then she called for the rest of the family and my punishment recommenced. Mom
did comment that my backside seemed to have recovered quickly, but I guess she
wasn't familiar with the healing pattern of bottoms so she let it go. It was
the only slack she cut me that day. By the end of it my ass was a fiery mass of
bruises and I sobbed myself to sleep once again, at least knowing it was over.

The next day my ass was again pinky pink and
very much not sorey. My Mom came in early and again I rolled onto my back to
hide the evidence of my slayer constitution. She told me I could get dressed,
which I did, keeping my front towards her." Right Buffy, your punishment
is over. But let's make this clear. From now on, while you live in this house,
at least until your 18th birthday, you will be liable to much stricter discipline.
If you misbehave you will be stripped and spanked just like over the last two
days. I want you to think on that." I looked ashen but said nothing. Dawn
had woken up by this stage and was listening. "Don't worry Dawn, that
doesn't apply to you. There's no reason you have to suffer for your sister's
crimes. You'll be under the same discipline as before -- that is unless you
burn down your school." Dawn gave a nervous laugh then smiled in relief.

End of flashback

So that was my first experience of spankings.
Sadly, it was not to be my last. Dawn and I grew closer together over that
summer as Mom and Dad's continual arguments led to us both staying in our room,
hugging each other apprehensively. They were both often in foul moods, so we
both kept away from them when possible. Dawn did not refer to my punishment
weekend, for which I was grateful.

Eventually my parent decided to separate and
Dawn and I came to live in Sunnydale along with Mom � I even got my own room
back. Turned out that move was a great idea as I got to meet Willow.
Problem was, now I acknowledged my role as the slayer I found myself with two
bosses - Mom and Giles, and Mom didn't even know about Giles. I had little
spare time, which I wanted to spend with Willow
and Angel, the two people I was becoming attached to. Things came to a head one
day when Mom needed me to mind Dawn and Giles had scheduled slayer training. I
told Mom I was needed for a study session in the library and I told Giles that
Mom had insisted I stayed at home. I then went to the bronze with Angel. Things
would have been all right if Giles hadn't found something he urgently needed to
tell me and come round to my house. I returned home to find the two of them
waiting for me.

Flashback

I'd seen that look before. The one on Mom's
face. On that occasion it had led to me being facedown over her lap getting a
very sore bottom. I had a very nasty feeling it might mean the same this time
as well. Giles, well Giles� expression was more 'I'm very disappointed in you
Buffy. I expected so much more'. That didn't bode very well either.

"Buffy, I'm too angry with you at the
moment. Go to your room right now. We'll have words when you come home from
school tomorrow." I opened my mouth -- I'm not sure what I was going to
say -- but she just glared at me and said �GO�. I went.

When I saw him the next day in the library,
Giles was furious -- in his normal glasses wiping Gilesian manner. Of course he
couldn't say too much -- the library is after all a public place but I got all
the stuff I expected about my secret duty and that kind of thing. He told me to
come round to his house after school to discuss it, but I reminded him that I
really did have to go home. My mother was going to punish me for the previous
day.

"Good thing too. I hope she manages to get
through to you about your responsibilities. You have responsibilities as a
daughter and responsibilities as a slayer. You've let yourself down in both
respects. Come to my house after school tomorrow. Whatever punishment you get
from your mother, you'll get the same from me. You've got to learn Buffy,
you've got to learn." With that he walked out of the library.

I was dismayed. I was pretty sure I knew what
punishment was coming from Mom, and it seemed unlikely that Giles would
duplicate that (though I suppose it was possible that he might want to. I
quickly put that thought far away).

As I'd thought, by five o'clock I was naked in
the front room over Mom's lap, receiving a sound spanking. It was a great sense
of relief when she told me to get up after only five minutes. I suppose this
was much less serious than the previous one - no schools burnt down. She handed
me my clothes in a bundle and told me to go to my room. I was to remain naked
for the rest of the day. As I slunk upstairs, my sister was waiting for me at
the top of the stairs, smirking. She'd heard everything that had gone on
although she hadn't been invited to be present. "Hey Buffy, we won't need
a light tonight, we can see well enough by the glow from your ass."
Looking back I can see that no little sister in the entire history of the
universe could have restrained herself from making a snarky comment in those
circumstances, and it wasn't even true. My butt was a little red but that was
all. Whatever, at that time it made me mad. "Shut up" I shouted and I
pushed her. I didn't intend or expect for it to happen but she overbalanced and
fell down the stairs.

Panic stricken I ran down after her. She wasn't seriously
hurt, just badly shaken. But Mom drew the obvious conclusion. She looked at me.
"Did you push her?" I could only nod, shame faced. She pointed to the
corner and I went to stand, facing the wall, while Mom comforted Dawnie. It
took quite a while but eventually the tears dried up and they were able to turn
their attention back to me. I was dragged over to Mom's favourite chair. After
she sat down I was pulled over her lap. "Hold her legs please
Dawnie." My sister grabbed my bare ankles and held them tight. There was
no need for this -- I was now fully able to remain still, but I guess it was
more payback. Blow after blow rained down on my ass. In some ways it was the
worst ever, because I knew I deserved it. Mom was really furious -- on all
previous occasions she'd had time for her anger to cool. Not this time. CRACK
CRACK CRACK. She was spanking me as fast and as hard as she could. The only
thing working in my favour was that her arm was still tired from my earlier
spanking. She had to stop well before she wanted to but as I was to discover, I
was not to get off that easily. In fact I was about to receive the very worst
punishment of my entire life.

"Stand up." I did what I was told,
standing and rubbing my sore bottom. Dawn had been sitting in a nearby chair
watching. She was now fully recovered and seemed to have enjoyed the spectacle.
For some reason she always enjoyed watching me being spanked. I'm not really
sure why. There are times when I'd have been glad if she got the same, but I
don't think I'd ever have got pleasure from watching. Probably not. Anyway as I
looked at her she smirked and I stuck my tongue out at her. Fortunately Mom
didn't see, although I don't suppose it made much difference as I was now
dragged over to Dawnie's chair and pulled down over her lap. "I think it's
your turn now Dawnie. You're the one that suffered this time." This was
the worst disaster ever. I was about to be spanked by my now 12-year-old
sister. I would never live it down, she would never let me live it down. If
anyone at school found out... I was glad I couldn't see my sister's face -- I
know it would have carried an insufferable smirk.

My mother looked at her watch.
"Unfortunately I have a meeting at the gallery and I'm already late.
That's all because of you Buffy, because you can't behave. I'm going to have to
leave you. Dawn, you can spank your sister until you think she's learned her
lesson and you've paid her back, or at least until your arm gets tired. Buffy,
if Dawn tells me you've tried to stop her or has any valid criticism of your
behaviour, this will be repeated every night for a month. Do I make myself
clear?" I looked at her from my position of shame and nodded "yes Mom."

Now it's entirely true that 12-year-old girls
are not very strong. It's true that Dawn is probably below average when it
comes to strength. It's true that I am a superhero, with endurance well beyond
any normal human being. But I say again, that experience was the worst of my
life. If anything in the future surpasses it, then that will be very grim
indeed. By this time Dawn knew I was the slayer, and knew what that meant. She
knew she couldn't hurt me and probably didn't even want to. She was just enjoying
her evening of power and had no intention of wasting a moment of it. She�d been
given licence to go on until her arm got tired, and she intended that to be as
long as possible. Few of her spanks was much more than a pat -- carrying no
more than a tiny fraction of the weight my mother had put in to each one. But I
would estimate over the course of the evening she gave me a least 5000. It
might even have been more. And there was nothing I could do about it.

At first I was relieved that her spanks were so
light, then I realised in horror what was what was happening. I stayed over her
lap until about seven o'clock when her favourite programme began on TV. Then we
had to relocate. Now in front of the television, I resumed my position and she
spanked me all the way through the program. I was desperate to be brave. It was
one thing to scream and cry when Mom spanked me, quite another to be reduced to
tears by my 12-year-old sister. But by 10 o'clock
the cumulative effect of Dawnie's efforts on top of my mother's much heavier
earlier punishment was beginning to tell. My bottom was now really really sore
and eventually I could fight it no longer and started crying. This of course
was a big thrill for Dawn -- making her big tough sister cry -- so now she began
to slow the pace but hit me as hard as she could. I could no longer stop myself
from crying out and was soon screaming in pain.

Soon after this she insisted we go up to our
room. Once there I had to lay face down on my bed while Dawn changed into her
pyjamas. Then she knelt down next to me and continued my punishment. This went
on until we heard Mom arrive back downstairs. Dawn gave me one last very hard
blow and jumped into bed. Mom came straight up to our room to see how we were.
Dawn greeted her cheerily, while I wept silently into my pillow. I heard mom
whistle when she saw the state of my bottom. "I hope you've learned your
lesson over this, Buffy" she said. "Yes I have Mom" I sobbed and
she turned out the light.

The next day as I walked along the school
corridors, I kept imagining conversations. "You see Buffy over there.
Yesterday she was spanked by her little sister. Yes I heard, and they say she
was quite naked. Is that so?" All very silly of course, no one knew. No
one could know. Whatever differences we might have, Dawn was very proud of her
big sister and would never have let on. It didn't stop me worrying though. And
I had something real to worry about as well. Giles. He was expecting me at his
house after school to punish me in the same way as my mother had. Obviously he
wouldn't actually do so, but I'd have to tell him what had happened, before
he'd realise he couldn't. Then a naughty thought came to me. I might be able to
have a bit of fun and get off almost scot free. If I dared. At the cost of a
little Buffy humiliation.

A few hours later I knocked on his front door
and gave him a cheery "Hi" as he answered. He scowled at me, annoyed
that I'd avoided him all day. "Come in Buffy." I followed him into
the living room. "Did you receive your punishment from your mother
yesterday?" He said, sitting down.

"Yes I did, and I've come to you for
exactly the same" I replied. This was the moment of truth. Giles was the
nearest thing I had left to a father figure, could I go through with this? Did
I even want to? Without meeting his eye I started to undress. "Buffy. What
are you doing? Stop it."

I did not answer. In fact I ignored him completely
and continued my striptease. To speed things up I'd removed my bra and panties
in the school toilets before I left, so in seconds I was naked. It was really easy,
I'd been worried I'd be horribly embarrassed, but the speed with which I
undressed didn't leave me with time to think about it. Before he could really
react I went over to his chair and lay myself over his lap. "Mom made me
strip naked and spanked my bottom, so I guess you want to do the same."

"Er, um she sp� spanked your bottom?
Naked?" He sounded in a complete panic � Giles, normally so unflappable. He
clearly had no idea what he was going to do. I looked back at him. "Giles,
now you spank me", I said, trying to sound patient.

"Oh, yes, right, er� how many�um�?"

"However many you think you deserve."

Now as I've made clear I hate being spanked, so
why was I inviting the punishment, when I could certainly have got away with an
evening of book cataloguing, or something of that kind? The thing was, I was
using psychology! I was pretty confident that he�d be so shocked that he
wouldn't spank me at all. I was nearly right. He gave me three light and very
quick blows, about the strength Dawn had used the previous evening.

"There. Let that be a lesson to you."
As I stood up he looked away and added "would you mind getting dressed
please." I left shortly afterwards and he never referred to the matter
again. I call that a victory for me.

End of flashback
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