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Dawn has
been kidnapped � Chapter 9/9 (Reluctant, Public Nudity,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.

Dawn is free and Buffy and Willow are happy. For now.

Chapter 9

I suppose, thinking about it, if someone had to
find us � two naked school girls and a hysterical younger sister in a class
room at night - the very best choice would be Jenny Calendar. In fact just
about any other choice would have been catastrophic. Jenny was just a big
problem. Anyone else would mean Snyder and the police, Miss Calendar would mean
Giles. And of course, it was highly embarrassing. She was our teacher and Will
and I were both naked. I�ll say it again for emphasis � neither of us had a
stitch of clothing on.

Initially I tried to act as if nothing was
unusual. "Hi Miss Calendar" I said cheerfully and gave a little
friendly wave.

"Buffy?" Surprise on her face. "Willow?" Amazement.
"And this might be a silly question but why are the two of you in my
computer room in the dead of night with no clothes on. And is that your sister
there having hysterics?" My bravado ended there and I nearly burst into tears
myself. Willow
collapsed in a heap on the floor unable to do anything other than sob �
devastated to be found like this by her favourite teacher.

Of course the explanations were the easy bit.
Dawn had been kidnapped and we'd been made to get naked then come here to save
her. She could see the sense of that immediately and gave us no problem. She
also understood that there was no point in calling the police -- they would be
able to do nothing. I didn't even bother to ask her not to tell Giles, it would
have been a waste of time and anyway I'd have to tell him myself later. There
was not much doubt that TBG was a demon so the scoobies would have to
investigate. Of course I wouldn't be telling him (or anyone else for that
matter) what had happened in the Rosenbergs�
bedroom. Not anyone, not ever.

As I related the story, I started looking around
for something to wear. Willow
was still sobbing on the floor and while Dawn had stopped screaming, she was in
no state to help. Unfortunately everything was locked up and there was nothing
we could use, not even a towel. All the other rooms were locked. It seems Miss
Calendar, knowing she was going to have to call in later in the evening, had
borrowed the key to the computer room but could not get in anywhere else. She was
happy to help, opening cupboards in a search for anything we could use.
Unfortunately this was a computer room � CD-Roms and floppy disks, not really
all that useful in covering Buffy and Willow
naughty bits. Eventually we were reduced to stealing two of the garbage bags
the janitor had left out for the following day and using them as makeshift
dresses. Very stylish -- not, but at least not too revealing. I cut appropriate
holes (even IT rooms have scissors) and wriggled into the first bag. It felt
uncomfortable and sweaty, clinging tightly to my bare body � so forget the not
revealing part.

Miss Calendar had meanwhile picked Willow up off the floor and was looking at the clips on
her nipples. �Who did this?� she asked, looking at me.

�W..well�� I stuttered, �He m�made me put them
on her. They belong to the Rosenbergs, they
were in a drawer...�

Miss Calendar thought for a moment then spoke. �Willow, I�m going to have to remove these, but it�s going
to hurt. Much more than you expect. Try not to scream, we don�t want the
caretaker to come running, though I expect he�s asleep as usual. Buffy, hold
her tightly.� Really not a problem. I took hold of her arms and hugged her to
me as the clips were removed in turn. There was obviously a lot of pain, but
Will had endured so much that night (thanks to me) that she was easily able to
endure it, although she was still sobbing loudly.

�Right Willow, I�m going to dress you now then
I�ll take you home� Miss Calendar spoke softly.

�Let me� I said, and pulled the plastic covering
over my best friend. I admit to some feeling of loss as the lovely white flesh
disappeared from view, but quickly realised that the figure hugging properties
of our new dresses applied to Willow as much as me, and resolved to make the
best of things! Miss Calendar was supporting Dawn, who was still in a bad way,
so I picked up Willow in my arms and carried
her. She felt wonderful.

As we were leaving I suddenly remembered the
butt plug. If we lost it we would have to admit what had happened to the Rosenbergs. Reluctantly I asked Miss Calendar to retrieve
it from the bin. She took out a handkerchief and picked up the object, clearly
well aware what it was. �Which of you was forced to use this?� she asked
sharply. I nodded towards the girl in my arms. Miss Calendar sniffed then
wrapped it in her handkerchief and put it in her bag. After retrieving Willow's radio from the courtyard, Miss Calendar drove us
home.

There was no question of Willow
going back to an empty house so Miss Calendar took us all to Revello
Drive. She came in and made coffee for us while I retrieved my
clothes from where I'd dropped them earlier and found something suitable for Willow. After that we sat and talked (or rather Jenny
sat, and Will and I lay on the floor, on our tummies) -- explaining what had
happened. Jenny was very nice and sympathetic and Dawn clung to her. I was a
little surprised; I would have expected her to cling to me. After all I'm her
big sister and I had just rescued her. It almost seemed like she was avoiding
me -- refusing to look me in the face. I decided she was just emotionally
upset.

Jenny (its funny, in school I find it impossible
to think of her as anything but Miss Calendar. Outside school, she�s Jenny) was
in no doubt that Giles had to be told, and I'm sure she was right. I was
relieved when she promised to go straight round and let him know -- at least
that was one explanation I wouldn't have to give myself. I did ask her to tell
him not to call me till tomorrow -- we all needed a good night's sleep. After
she left we headed upstairs and I offered to spend the night in Dawn's room. I
thought she might be scared to be alone. She was, but the thought of me being
there didn't seem to console her. She asked Willow
instead. This rather shocked me and I was worried that Willow
probably in need of comfort herself. At least they could console each other.
Naturally Willow agreed.

It was only when I finally lay down, alone in my
room, that I was able to consider the full impact of what had happened today -
of what I had done to Willow. How I had let
myself down. I knew I had crossed the line and nothing would ever be the same
again. I lay in bed thinking about Willow and
all the terrible things I had done to her. I felt really guilty, horribly,
horribly guilty. However, the very worst thing - oh my god I wanted to do them all
again.

My bottom was still quite sore, sore enough that
I chose to sleep on my tummy, but when I woke the next morning it was
completely back to normal. I went straight to Dawn�s room to see how the others
were. My sister was sleeping peacefully � she�s really strong mentally so I had
no worries that she would be traumatised long term by her experience. Willow was not so peaceful. When she sleeps over, she
normally wears ultra cute �bunny rabbit� pjs which live in one of my cupboards.
Obviously last night that would have been too uncomfortable for her so she had
borrowed one of Dawn�s t-shirts. Dawn had clearly wanted her close, because she
was lying on top of Dawn�s bed, over the bed clothes, face down, holding my
sister�s hand. This was not what caught my eye though. The t-shirt was the
baggiest that sis owns, and Will is pretty slim, so had no trouble fitting into
it. However she must have felt that even the weight of the cotton was more then
her Buffy spanked bottom could tolerate, and had pushed it up at the back,
fully exposing her buttocks � lovely, but still red and damaged. She was
clearly restless and uncomfortable as she moved around in her sleep. Although I
immediately felt guilty for watching this private moment (I felt like a Peeping
Tom), I did not attempt to move. After all, as behaving badly went, this was
nothing compared to the way I�d behaved yesterday.

I stood there, unmoving as only a slayer can,
for about fifteen minutes until Dawn showed signs of waking, at which point I
silently left. I showered and dressed then knocked on my sister�s door.

�Come in�. That was Willow�s
voice, still very sleepy, as if I�d just woken her. I pushed the door open �
hopeful, but although she was still lying where she had been, the t-shirt was
now pulled down to cover her. Darn.

�How are you Dawn.� I asked. My sister was
awake, but was lying on her side facing away from me. �All right thank you
Buffy� she answered, but with little emotion, then she added, much more
enthusiastically �and Willow was great,
staying here with me after all those terrible things happened to her yesterday
as well. Thank you so much, Will�. At this she sat up and the two embraced,
just as if they were the sisters in the room. I nearly pointed out that
terrible things had happened to me as well, but decided against it.

Willow
got up to shower, so I left. When she�d finished, she came into my room. She
had put the t-shirt back on and I could see that it was tighter on her than I
had at first thought. Her small tits were clearly visible through the thin
cotton. I tried to put that thought out of my mind, although it was difficult.
As I�ve mentioned, they are very nice tits.

�Buffy, we�ve got to talk.� This sounded a
little worrying. Had she somehow discovered my shameful secret? Was our
relationship ruined forever? �Buffy, you can hardly look me in the eye this
morning. I suppose you are blaming yourself for yesterday.� I looked at the
floor. I could hardly say that the reason I couldn�t look her in the eye was
that I was gazing so intently at her tits. She went on �What happened
yesterday, between us, that was all the fault of the evil demon. I don�t blame
myself for what he forced me to do to you, and you mustn�t blame yourself for
what he forced you to do to me. I won�t have our friendship damaged by
inappropriate feelings of guilt, is that understood, Buffy Summers.� I looked
at her incredulously, then nodded my head. �I guess so, Willow Rosenberg.� We
both giggled then hugged.

�Right, well guilt may be a thing of the past
but the damage your �far too strong hand� did to my poor little bottom is
certainly not. So if you don�t mind I�m going to apply some soothing cream. If
you don�t want to look, you can go and talk to Dawnie. With that she lay face
down on the bed (the one she usually slept in) and pulled up the t-shirt.
Opening the little pot I could now see she�d brought in with her, she inserted
a finger, which came out covered in white cream. She then reached back and
started to spread it onto her sore buttocks.

Of course, I did not go to talk to Dawnie, who
in case seemed most unkeen to talk to me, for some reason. I just stood there
mesmerised. Willow had never been that casual
about her body. When we shared a room I�d always been quite happy to be naked
in front of her when changing - we were both girls after all - but Willow always changed in the bathroom. She unwound enough
as time went by to let me see her in just bra and panties, but that was as far
as it went. Yesterday�s events had changed her. I suppose they were bound to.
They�d changed me as well � not all for the good.

I wondered if I dared offer to help. In the end
I decided I didn�t dare not to. �Will, I still feel guilty that it was my
naughty hand that caused that�bruisy stuff. If you won�t feel too embarrassed I
would like to help you recover. Let me rub it in for you. It�ll be much easier
for me than it would be for you, reaching back and�� I decided not to go on,
sometimes one can say too much�.

She looked back at me with an unreadable
expression. Unusual that, Willow doesn�t
normally do unreadable, she�s as open as anything. �Well, I suppose if it makes
you feel better. As I said, I don�t want there to be any badness between us.�
She handed me the pot, and I sat down on the bed as if in a trance. I ran my
hand over her ass, needing the sore flesh, rubbing the oily cream into the
pores of the skin. It felt wonderful. It had felt wonderful yesterday of
course, but knowing that Willow was Ok with it
made it lots better. I was absolutely scrupulous about avoiding naughty
touching (as if rubbing the bare ass of the girl of my dreams was not already
naughty touching. Perhaps I should have said �naughtier touching�) as I did not
want to awake any more bad memories than I had to. This was about damage
limitation - in more ways than one. That did not stop me admiring her little
asshole of course. It was already coming to be one of my very favourite things
in all the world. I looked to see if an hour or so of wearing that plug had
changed its appearance, but I couldn�t make out any difference. Of course I�m
not an expert � yet.

As she relaxed, her legs spread a little � I
don�t suppose she even realised. As I gazed at her bare pussy I felt even more
guilty. If it wasn�t for me, it would still be covered in her lovely red pubic
hair. Then I shook myself. The view was much better this way.

At that moment the door opened and my sister
walked in � I�m always telling her to knock, but she doesn�t listen. �What are
you doing?� she screamed. �Get off her.�

I couldn�t believe it. I know the sight was a
bit unusual but�

�It�s all right Dawnie, I just asked Buffy to
help me rub some cream into my bottom. It�s still very sore from� yesterday.�

�Oh.� She seemed a little calmed by this but
still cross for some reason. �Well, Buffy needs to get breakfast ready. If you
need help, I�ll do it.�

She was right, making breakfast was my job and
it was overdue, but normally I�d still have torn into her over her attitude.
After the events of yesterday I knew I had to cut her some slack, so I got up,
went to the bathroom to wash my hands then went downstairs. I met Dawn on the
landing, so clearly her offer of help had been turned down.

A few minutes later Willow
joined me in the kitchen, now wearing one of my baggy t-shirts which sadly her
tits didn�t show through. She was still rubbing her backside. �I suppose your
bottom is back to being all slayery white and perfect, Buffy� she said,
sounding a little jealous.

�Fraid so, Will� I laughed, then a thought
struck me. I turned away from her, undid the buttons of my jeans, and pulled
them down, taking my panties along with them. I reached round and gave myself a
sharp butt slap. �As you can see, Slayer healing washes whiter�. We both
laughed and she stepped forward to hug me. I turned round in her arms to face
her and reached down to make myself decent again. As I did so her hands
accidently slipped onto my bare ass. For a second I was worried she would panic
but she just smiled at me, hardly seeming to notice.

�I�d better get on home, Buff. I�m not expecting
my parents, but if they did come back they might be surprised to find my
clothes all cut up on the living room floor and their collection of sex toys
strewn around everywhere.� We giggled again; that was the understatement of the
year. I couldn�t deny the wisdom of this, however little I wanted her to go.

�You�d better take this then� I said, picking up
the butt plug. Jenny had washed it last night and left it by the sink. (I hope
mom didn�t see it when she got home). Willow
grimaced and made a show of looking for pockets, which of course didn�t exist
in my t-shirt, which was all she was wearing. I realised in horror what a bad
friend I was being. �Willow, you don�t have
any clothes.� Not strictly true, I would certainly have noticed if she�d been
stark naked again, but she did have no clothes of her own here. So we went back
to my room and I made a big show of deciding what she needed to borrow. Willow has never been very interested in clothes, and
often lets me decide what she is going to wear, although the choice available
in her wardrobe is not exactly inspiring. I picked out a bra and panties which
were much sexier than she normally wore, but not too extreme that she was likely
to rebel. When I turned to face her, to my amazement she�d stripped off the
t-shirt and was now standing there in all her nude glory, seemingly
unconcerned. Unable to speak, I handed her the underwear, which she put on
surprisingly slowly. I expected she would want to cover up as soon as possible.
When the best bits were no longer available for my lustful gaze, I turned back
and picked out a pair of jeans as well as shoes and socks. Fortunately we are
very close in size, although she is slightly taller.

I left her to finish dressing and 10 minutes
later she was ready to leave. At least the jeans had pockets which would solve
the problem of where to put the butt plug for her walk back home. As she hid it
away, she had a thought and grinned. �It�s a bit uncomfortable in that tight
pocket, but a lot better than where I had to carry it last night.� My mouth
dropped open as I realised what she was referring to and she laughed again.
Could this really be shy little Willow Rosenberg?

Before she left she also picked up the nipple
clamps and put them in a pocket� as well.
I waved her off and immediately the house seemed darker, the world less
wonderful. It might be hours till I saw her again! What would I do until then? Then
I heard a sound behind me. �Good Morning Darling, did you and Dawnie have a
good evening?.�

So of course I had to explain everything to Mom.
I�d have liked to skip the Buffy nudity part but my encounter with Mrs Parker
made that unrealistic. Mom of course was horrified, running to find Dawn then
hugging us both closely � very embarrassing. When she calmed down I had to run
over the story again. She examined the TV closely, looking to see how TBG could
have spoken to me on it. Not knowing about demons, she was sceptical, but Dawn
backed me up so there was not a lot she could say. I knew the question of
calling the police would come up, and was not sure how I was going to persuade
her not to. Fortunately just as the argument was beginning, Giles arrived. I
left them to it and went to my room.

When I came back down, mom had calmed down quite
a lot. It seemed Giles had told her quite a bit about demons, without revealing
anything about me. While most people would have been sceptical, mom had seen
more than enough in Sunnydale for her to realise the truth of what Giles was
saying. �Vampires and demons, all true� she shook her head as she came to terms
with the unpleasant news.

�Buffy and Willow
already know this of course. And Dawn as well I suspect. The young do tend to
pick up things like this more quickly than adults� he continued.

When he left, I walked with him to the road, so
we could talk in private. �From what Jenny relayed to me, it sounds like you
encountered a Voyeur demon. I�ve been looking them up in the watcher records.
They are quite rare and have a very humanoid appearance. As far as we can tell,
they derive great pleasure from watching human sexual activity. Both sexes like
looking at naked human females. They have incredible telepathic powers so can
see and hear whatever you see and hear, once they�ve locked in on a victim.
From what you experienced, it�s clear that they have learned to use modern
audio technology to project their voice. I�ll have to update the watcher
records with that information.�

I was silent for a moment. �He said he was
making a recording. I was scared that people might get to see it��

�I�ve heard reported that they can record the
sensations and play them back when they get home, but I�ve never heard that
there was any way for a human to see the results. I really don�t think you need
to worry about that.�

�So how do we find it?�

�I don�t think we can. It will have returned to
its own dimension, to enjoy its �experiences�. From what we have been told, we
think it may last for years on those, just replaying the recording for its
enjoyment. Even if it does return, it could be anywhere on the planet. I�m
sorry Buffy, but I think you�ll have to forget it�.

While I would have loved the chance to find and
kill the creature, the last thing I wanted to risk was it being captured and
interrogated, so I nodded gloomily. I think Giles was a little surprised that I
did not react more forcefully.

About midday Willow
phoned and I begged her to come round. The hours since she had left had seemed
very long indeed. �The moment she arrived
back Dawn embraced her and seemed reluctant to let go. I was very confused. I
was also annoyed. I was now fully intending to seduce my redhead --
conventionally that is, without pretend orders from a psycho demon to back me
up. It wasn't easy with a 13 - year - old hanging on to her wherever she went.
Fortunately she stayed all day and I succeeded in packing my sister off to bed
at nine o'clock leaving the two of us alone.

I�d been planning for this all day.

�Operation Seduce Willow�.
Objective 1 � Get Willow to spend the night in
my room.

�Willow, I
think we need some quality time together, just you and me. How do you fancy a
sleep over?�

�Sounds good to me, Buff�.

Objective 1 complete. That was easy wasn�t it?

Now for �Operation Seduce Willow�.
Objective 2 � Get Willow to spend the night in
my bed � preferably naked.

It seemed to me that it would be a good idea to
reduce the total amount of clothing we were wearing between us, and I could
hardly suggest that she strip off � much as I would have liked to � so I had a
shower and returned to my room wrapped only in a towel. It was a towel I�d
chosen carefully earlier in the day. Not so small it would fall off me as I
walked but not any larger than it needed to be to stay in place. I was decent,
but if it had been Willow wearing it and me
watching, my tongue would be hanging out and I would have been hoping all the
time that it would come loose. And who knows? It might!

I have a double bed but there is also a single
in my room. That was where Willow slept when
she spent the night at Revello Drive. As I
walked in, she was lying face down on the bed with her legs quite a distance apart.
While I�d been showering, she�d changed into her �bunny rabbit� pjs. �Bottom a
bit easier now, Will� I asked, hoping for a demonstration. �Yeh I guess so� she
said, pulling down the pj bottoms about six inches and peering at the flesh so
revealed. There was still a sizable bruise, presumably from that last hit with
the paddle, but otherwise it was back to normal. And looked wonderful. Sadly,
having checked out her recovery, she pulled the pjs back up.

I lay down on my bed, also face down to match
her and we chatted for about half an hour. Then Willow
got up and came to sit on my bed, next to me.

�Buffy�. She said, a catch in her voice I hadn�t
heard before.

�Yeh?�

�This morning, you were � kind enough to rub
cream on my butt. I think your good deed deserves the same in return.� Before I
could think, she loosened the knot in my towel and opened it, leaving me naked.
Unable to move, I felt her fingers running over my buttocks, covered in cream.
She obviously noticed that my ass had no need of soothing, but I certainly
wasn�t going to point it out. I just lay there, shaking with excitement, my
face buried in the pillow.� After about
ten minutes of sheer wonder, her hands were removed from my ass but moments
later they started to rome over my back and
arms. Finally I felt her moving her body on top of me, squatting over my
thighs, her bare flesh on mine. Bare flesh? My head whipped round and I saw
that she was as naked as I was. Now her body descended over mine and I felt her
lovely breasts rubbing into my back then finally, wonderfully, her lips on my
neck, kissing me. This seemed to break the barrier that was holding me and I
turned over, grabbing her in my arms as she slid beneath me, kissing her lips
with a passion I never suspected I might possess.

The next hour or so was a blur of sensation as
our bodies became shared possessions of the Buffy/Willow commune. We had no
real idea what to do, of course, except to kiss or touch anything and everything
that became available. It was fabulous; beyond fabulous. Beyond anything I had
ever hoped or dreamed. I was fucking Will or at least making love to Will.

When the first frenzy of our lovemaking ended, I
was naturally the first to recover. I turned myself round to examine that area of
my lover(!!!) that I had first shaved only yesterday. Slayers are very athletic
and bendy but even so, I had never been able to examine my own pussy in the
kind of detail I could now see on Willow. I
knew that tongues were supposed to come into play here, although obviously I�d
never been able to tongue my own, so I started to experiment. From the noises
my lovely redhead started making it was clear that I was doing something right,
so I continued. At the same time my fingers were stroking, massaging, even
pinching any flesh they could reach and they could reach a lot. I soon got the
hand of what worked best and my girl was quickly in ecstasy. I realised,
excitedly that she was about to orgasm, but I was unprepared for what happened
next. As she lost control completely, she let out a prolonged, piercing wail
that shocked me so much that I stopped what I was doing.� Willow
however, was much too far gone to notice, as she exploded for her very first
orgasm. As her passion finally died down, we lay still, panting. Suddenly the
door to my room was flung open.

�Buffy, are you all�� Dawn stood in the doorway,
open-mouthed, dressed in her pjs. I closed my eyes, horrified then opened them,
ready to explain. She was gone. Willow turned
to me and kissed my lips. �We�ll see her in the morning, I�m sure she will be
all right. Meanwhile, you know how much I like learning. Well I�ve just learnt
a brand new skill and I�m very anxious to try it out.� As she finished speaking
her head lowered to my cunt and any possibility of argument was ended.

Objective 2 complete. That was even easier!!!

With my slayer constitution I could have made
love to her for a week non stop, and would have liked to do it. Sadly, for all
that she is wonderful in almost every way, Willow
is not a slayer, not a superhero and eventually I wore her out. As we lay
together in each other�s embrace I felt her drift off into sleep leaving me to
consider a triumphant day, the best of my life. And tomorrow was still to come.
I idly speculated on some of the things we could do together. We�d get on the
internet and buy some toys, like Willow�s
parents had. Dildo certainly, butt plug � would Willow
go for that, would I? Nipple clamps for sure. They�d looked so good on Will. Then
I thought of that paddle. Would Willow let me
spank her? I certainly hoped so. That glorious ass of hers was made for spanking;
it would be criminal to neglect it. I�d have to take it slowly but she�d shown
today that she was a lot kinkier than I had thought. Surely I�d get my way in
the end.

The one thing I tried not to think about was my
shameful actions from the day before. I�d put it out of my mind forever � never
to be repeated. Willow and I loved each other
and that was all that mattered. Nothing could affect that. Never. Ever. Could
it?

Note:

I plan a number of sequels to this, the first
being the immediate aftermath. Here you will find that things aren�t going to
go as smoothly for Miss Buffy as she hopes. Not by a long way.

Watch out for �Aftermath of a Kidnapping�.
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