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Buffy finds her place.Part II – Breaking her in.	By : norwalker Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 6909 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Buffy finds her place.

Part II – Breaking her in.

A fable of no importance whatsoever.

Pairing: Buffy/Giles; Willow/Giles; Faith/Buffy

Summary : Buffy Summers, called to be the Slayer, is new in Sunnydale. What adventures will she find there? A/U.

Warnings: D/s, BDSM

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Oh, right. Like this really happened in the show. Sure.

Legal Disclaimer:

The characters appearing on the shows "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel" are strictly the property of Fox, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, Inc. Any and all original characters created by the author are the sole property of the author. The Author makes no attempt to make money nor usurp the rights of the original copyright holders to said characters.

1

"Buffy, wake up!"

Buffy hears the voice calling her from a distance, but she ignores it. She's very comfortable right here, right now; she doesn't want to wake up.

Willow leans over her bed, shaking her.

"C'mon, Buffy. You're late. Get your butt outta bed."

"Go 'way, don't wanna get up," Buffy mumbles, her face buried in her pillow. "Go 'way" She buries herself deeper in the bed.

Willow makes an impatient noise. God, is she looking for trouble, or what? Doesn’t she know what'll happen if she doesn't get her butt moving?

Willow is tempted to just go to breakfast and leave her to her fate. But she also knows from last night that Buffy is having a hard time adjusting. She looks so little, so small. But she's the slayer, that's what Rupert says. The slayer. So she's strong. Willow shakes her head

She walks to the bathroom, and returns, carrying a glass of water. She leans over Buffy.

"C'mon, girl. Get up, you're gonna miss breakfast." She shakes her again.

Buffy slits her eyes open, but isn't facing Willow. She stares at the wall.

"Not hungry, don't care. Just leave me alone and go away."

"God, you're acting like a brat. Maybe you need to cool off," Willow smirks, and proceeds to pour the water on Buffy's head.

That does the trick. Buffy almost leaps out of bed, nearly knocking Willow down in the process. Willow manages to get out of the way, and seeing the look on Buffy's face, takes a few additional steps back. All of a sudden, she thinks the water idea wasn't so hot.

"What the HELL did you do that for?" Buffy yells at her. " God, who appointed you my mom? I got a mom, thanks. Are you deaf, or what? Goddamn it, I told you to go away. I don't give a flying crap about making breakfast, or anything. They want to kick me outta here, fine by me…" She starts stripping off the wet t-shirt she's wearing. "I don't like it here, anyway."

"Well, boo-hoo, Buffy!" Willow shakes her head impatiently. "Think I liked it when I got here? No, Buffy. I hated it. I hated it all. But I adjusted. So can you, if you give it a try… and stop feeling sorry for yourself."

"Well, excuse me for not being some kinda freak, you know? Maybe I don't like getting whipped and beaten. Maybe I just want to be left alone. Nobody here asked you for your opinion, so keep your crap to yourself!"

"FINE!" Willow yells, "I was just trying to help you, dummy. But whatever! Do what you want!"

"FINE!" Buffy yells back at her. She looks at the bed, wet now and grumbles. "Well, you messed that up pretty good. Shit, might as well get up." She storms into the bathroom, slamming the door after.

Willow, still angry and frustrated, comes over to the bathroom door. She tries it, but it's locked.

"You're nothing but a spoiled brat, you know that?" She yells through the door. "What did you think? They were just going to let you hide in your room? Are you really that stupid? You want Faith to come looking for you?"

"No one's listening!" Buffy calls through the door. "La, La, La, La, La!"

She turns on the shower, drowning out anything else Willow might say.

Willow, burning, leans against the door, arms crossed.

Stupid little smart assed bitch! Who does she think she is? Some princess? God, get over yourself, bimbette! Just because you're the slayer, doesn't make you special! I'm a pretty powerful adept, kiddo. Mess with me, and maybe you'll find yourself moisturizing your green, froggy skin.

Know what? Gonna wait right here and give you a piece of my mind. Don't care if you’re the slayer or not. Give me lip, and I'll find away to kick your bony little ass. Goddess!

Despite herself, however, she finds her anger dissipating quickly. She can't help but remember how she found Buffy last night, lying on her bed, miserable and crying. It broke her heart just a little to see her that way.

Geeze, Will. Don't you remember how you felt when you first came here? Was it that long ago? After your orientation, you were miserable and scared and frightened. If it hadn't been for Amy, taking you under her wing, you would've … god, I don't know what you would've done. Maybe you could be a little more compassionate?

Buffy steps into the shower, letting the warm spray cover her in a cocoon of comfort. Blindly, she reaches for the soap, lathering it up and rubbing it over her bare skin.

She feels a strong sense of guilt. God, why'd I get so angry at Willow, anyway? All she's done since I've been here is try to make it easier. And I give her grief because I'm feeling like shit.

Her mind drifts back to the events of yesterday. Her orientation, how that cut through her defenses, leaving her feeling weak and defenseless. How Faith… 'took' her… God, I've never felt anything like that before… she shivers with some excitement, and some self disgust. Why did I even let them use me like that? I could've wiped the floor with them… but … She shakes her head. She can't admit to herself, not yet anyway, that some part of her wanted and craved what was done to her.

They had taken her on a brief tour of the school after that. She saw the classrooms. From the insides, at least, they looked normal. Except for the bars on the windows. She couldn't help wondering what those were for.

Somehow, thinking about it made her feel queasy.

She found she wasn't done for the day, however. After her tour, Faith had 'taken charge' of her, leading her away from the others.

"C'mon," Faith said, clipping a gold chain on the collar around her neck.

"Where are we going?" Buffy said, as Faith started leading her to another building towards the rear of the campus.

"Don't ask so many questions, Buffy. Just do as your told," Faith said harshly. Yanking harder on Buffy's chain, she led her forward.

Buffy fell silent, not wanting to anger Faith. She felt, somehow, that wouldn't be a good thing.

Coming to a door in a small building near the athletic field, Faith stopped. Seeming to come from nowhere, a ring of keys appeared in Faith's hands. She used one to unlock the door, and pulling Buffy forward, shoved her into the building. She followed, closing the door behind her.

Buffy stumbled forward in the dark, hitting something with her shin. She yelped, and leaned over to rub her sore shin.

The air in the room felt close, and had a musty odor to it.

"Where are we?" She asked, still not being able to see Faith very well in the darkness.

"Be quiet." Faith said, turning and flipping a switch on the wall.

The lights came on, and Buffy groaned internally.

It was another 'training' room, similar to the one Mr. Giles conducted her 'orientation' in.

Faith tugged hard on her chain, forcing Buffy to come to her. Buffy felt her heart start to beat faster in her chest.

"Are you waiting for an invitation? You know what to do."

Buffy looked at her blankly.

"Oh for god's sake. Strip. Now." Faith almost barked the order at her.

Buffy felt a full body flush come over her. Even though, just a few hours ago, Faith had taken her cherry, Buffy still felt uncomfortable being naked in front of her. She stood there, hesitating.

"Are you deaf, Buffy? I told you to strip!" Faith eyed her, "strip, or I tear the clothes off of you, and you can walk back to the dorms naked. Your choice."

Faith backed up her claim by reaching out for Buffy's blouse.

Buffy backed as far away as the slack in the chain would let her, then began to remove her clothing.

Faith watched the show, enjoying it immensely. A small smile tugged at her lips as more and more of Buffy was revealed to her.

When Buffy was down to only her collar, she stood quietly, her hands clasped in front of her, covering her sex.

Faith moved towards her, taking a brief and appreciative tour around her. She stopped in back of her, and let her finger trail slowly down Buffy's spine.

Buffy shivers nervously. Faith's touch sent little sparks directly to her groin.

"Come with me, Buffy," Faith said softly, tugging on her collar.

Buffy followed silently, stopping when Faith reached her destination.

"Lie down, face down." Faith ordered with a firm tone.

"Why? What do you want…"

"I said, lie down," Faith came to her, and slapped her across the face hard.

Buffy's eyes went wide, and her cheeks flamed. But she lay down on her stomach, looking at the floor.

"What're you going to do to me?" Buffy rasped, her throat feeling suddenly dry.

Faith didn't answer. Instead, she walked to the wall, and pulling a lever, a frame descended from the ceiling. Hanging from the frame are 3 sets of chains. One each for the arms and legs, and one bearing a body restraint.

Faith pulled them down to within a few inches of Buffy; she then knelt by Buffy and hooked the restraints to her. Returning to the wall, she pushed the lever up, and slowly, Buffy rose from the floor.

Buffy began to whimper a little, her fears coming back. She kept rising up until her head is face level with Faith. Then the frame halted suddenly, jerking her in her restraints.

She lays there suspended in the air, hanging loosely in her chains. Her eyes darted around the room, watching for Faith to approach her. Her heart began to hammer in her chest.

She almost jumped out of her skin when Faith's fingers lightly brushed against her side, and she let out a soft whoosh of air. She wondered if her heart could stand this.

"I'm your mentor, Buffy. Did Mr. Giles explain what that means to you?" Faith slowly walked around the bound and naked girl, occasionally touching her bare skin.

Faith's touch sent shivers of fear and excitement through Buffy.

"N-N-No," Buffy stammered.

"No, what?" Faith slapped Buffy's ass cheek hard.

"N-No, Ms. Lehane," Buffy whimpered.

"You may call me Faith in our private 'training' sessions, Buffy. However, everywhere else you call me Ms. Lehane. Is that clear?" She smacked Buffy's butt again.

"Y-Yes… F-Faith."

"Good girl," Faith praised her, rubbing her hand lightly over Buffy's back. "As your mentor, it's my job to mold you, shape you, make you a star member of the Sunnydale academy community. Do you understand?" She struck Buffy's bottom again, very hard.

"Y-Yess!" Buffy cried out, wriggling in her chains.

"Be still!" Faith grabbed her, keeping her from moving. "As your mentor, whatever you do, reflects on me. You do well, I look good… but, if you do poorly…" Faith slapped her across her back.

Buffy yelped.

"… I look bad. I don't want to look bad, do you see that?"

Buffy nodded vigorously.

"Good, very good, Buffy," Faith smiled, and lightly stroked her fingers along Buffy's inner thigh.

Buffy felt a strong rush of warmth and desire wash over her. She felt a familiar wetness down below, and she felt shame and some anger. What's wrong with me? Why do I let her get me like this? She couldn't help herself, however, and shivered with desire.

"You're a strong minded girl, Buffy. I guess that comes with the whole slayer thing. I know I am, being a potential… still, you have to learn to comply. Be a part of the greater whole…" She whacks Buffy's leg painfully. "You understand that, right?"

"Yes, Faith!" Buffy cried out.

Faith shook her head, face grim. "I wonder if you do. You've been spoiled all your life. A spoiled, selfish little girl. I think you're going to need a lot of reminders before you truly feel it."

Without warning, she grabbed Buffy's nipples, now erect, and twisted them painfully.

Buffy almost bit through her lower lip not to cry out. The intense pain also brought a river of fire rushing from her tweaked nipples to her center.

Faith walked in front of her, standing almost face to face with Buffy. She reached out, and gently stroked her cheek.

"You think I'm a bitch, don't you?" She said softly. "Don't lie, I can see it in your eyes, Buffy. You think this is for my pleasure. You think I get off on hurting you…"

Buffy's lip trembled. Tears were standing in her eyes, not fallen.

"N-No…" She whispered softly

Faith slaps her, but not hard, on the cheek.

"I asked you not to lie. I understand, I really do," Faith smiled at her. "I remember how I felt when I went through this. I hated the bitch that did it to me. I wanted to tear her apart…"

Buffy looks away.

"… but I learned it was for my own good. You will too…" Faith leans in, and cupping Buffy's face, kissed her.

Buffy felt herself giving into the kiss, wanting it; needing it. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened to receive Faith's demanding tongue. She wanted to reach out, to pull Faith closer, but it struck her how much Faith was in control of her, every little bit of her. Even the instinctive act of wanting to draw closer. Her emotions roiled inside her, desire, anger, defiance, and submission all fighting for control.

Faith breaks the kiss, her mouth barely moving away from Buffy's.

"Sweet, sweet girl," She murmurs, her lips brushing against Buffy's, sending chills through the smaller girl. "I know Giles gave you the reasons why this is happening to you. But you need to know, you have to give it up, baby. Relax, let it happen to you. Don't fight it anymore…" She kissed her again, a soft, sweet kiss. She moved her mouth to Buffy's ear, "You want it; you know you do. You feel the need to submit to me, to Giles…" Her lips brushed lovingly against Buffy's ear. Buffy shivered.

Faith moved away, and Buffy almost whimpered her need for Faith to come back and touch her. The lost contact made her feel so alone.

"You have to submit, Buffy. You're in a war, you're a warrior; THE warrior. You have to take command without question, know that what you do is for the good, without thought. You can't afford to be confused when battling for your life. If you are, you're lost."

Faith turned, and ran her hand from Buffy's shoulder, down her back, over her buttocks and down her leg. Buffy drew a deep, shuddering breath. Her whole skin felt alive, covered with goose bumps.

"It would be a shame to lose you," Faith says, her voice low and throaty, "You soft sweet flesh…" She leaned over and sucked on Buffy's thigh, causing her to quiver in her chains. "Do you see, Buffy? I have to do this, to make you safe…" She suddenly struck Buffy's bottom hard. Buffy cried out. "Shhh… it'll be ok, I promise. It'll be fine."

Faith walked over to the wall, and selected a multi- tipped flogger off the wall. Coming over to Buffy, she stood beside her, brushing the flogger over her shoulder.

"Do you trust me, Buffy?"

Buffy turns her head toward Faith. Part of her mind screamed 'No, no, NO!' but a larger part, a part controlled by her need to be dominated, to submit, to be punished, nodded yes.

"Good," Faith smiled, moving down her until she was adjacent to her waist. Her hand stoked softly over Buffy's silken skin. "So smooth, so soft. This will hurt, Buffy. It's going to sting badly. But you'll be free, free of all the nasty anger that hurts you."

Without any warning, Faith raised her arm, and brought the lash across Buffy's buttocks. Snapping her wrist just so, at the last second, allowed for maximum sting, and minimal damage.

Buffy cried out, and tears rolled down her face. Her whole body convulsed in her chains.

"I know, I know…" Faith said soothingly, rubbing her back. Then she brought the lash across it.

Again Buffy cried out, and struggled in her chains.

This continued for awhile, Faith lashing her, then soothing her. The pain Buffy felt was awesome and intense. Her whole body reacted to her discipline; contracting when the lash struck, relaxing when Faith's hand smoothed her skin. Faith struck her arms, her back, her buttocks and her legs. Buffy never knew where the lash would fall, and after awhile, didn't care.

Each stroke became like a caress, building in her an exquisite pain tempered by an increasing pressure in her groin. The pain mixed with a sexual stimulation beyond even what had happened to her earlier. Rivulets of fiery ice coursed through her, gripping her and twisting her guts. The tingles in her pussy began to storm, and soon each lash brought a convulsive spasm down below. Her face flushed, as desire and pain etched lust in her features.

"That's enough for now," Faith finally stayed the lash, turning to hang it on the wall.

"Nooo please…." Buffy panted, her breathing irregular and shallow. "Please…" she whimpered.

Faith smiled to herself, knowing she'd driven Buffy to the edge.

"I said, that's enough," Faith's tone was harsh and husky. Her own body was reacting to Buffy's need. But she had her own way of finishing this. "You're covered in wounds…" and turning back, she licked her warm, wet tongue over the lash marks on Buffy's back.

"Aaaaahhhhh…." Buffy almost came with that, the warm saliva mixing in her wounds, easing the pain and intensifying her need. She cried out when Faith's hand slapped against her butt, the pain so exquisitely hot and intense. She trembled in her chains, her lust so complete.

"You like this, don't you," Faith puts on a disgusted tone, disguising her own intense lust. "It excites you, doesn't it?" She slaps Buffy's ass hard. "Admit it, bitch. You like this!"

"Yessss …. God YESSSSS!!!!" Buffy moaned, her body wracked with lust and desire. The pain of the blows only made it worse.

"You little slut!" Faith jammed her fingers between Buffy's thighs, rubbing them almost brutally against Buffy's overheated slit. Buffy moaned loudly, and tried to push against the fingers. "look at you, trying to force yourself on my fingers!" She whacked Buffy's firm ass again. "You're nothing but a slut, are you?" She whacks her palm across Buffy's butt again. "Are you?"

"Y-Yes, oh y-yes I'm a s-slut!" Buffy stammers, her whole body on fire.

"You like being dominated, don't you, Buffy!" She slaps her again. "Say it!"

"I … I like it, yessss…." Buffy hisses, her need raging through her.

"You like me dominating you!" WHACK!

"YESSSS!!!!"

"Who controls you, Buffy!" WHACK, WHACK!

"Y-You do…."

"WHO?" WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!

"Faith.. You do… yes, you do!"

"Good girl," Faith strokes her gently along her inner thigh.

Buffy wriggles in her chains, the contrast making her crazy.

"I suppose you want me to take care of this?" Faith suddenly jams her fingers inside Buffy.

Buffy groans loudly.

"Please… oh please, please…" Buffy begs abjectly. Her muscles tighten on Faith's fingers, trying to hold her in.

Faith pulled her fingers out roughly, making it even hotter and wetter for Buffy. She began to teasingly tickle Buffy's inner thighs.

"Beg, bitch. Beg me to do it." She slapped Buffy's ass suddenly, shooting exquisite pain through her.

"Please, Faith… do it, please do it. Please, please make me come. Please, I need it, I need you. PLEASE!"

Faith's breathing becomes erratic as her own pressure builds. The complete control she has over Buffy was pushing her closer to her own orgasm.

"You see, Buffy?" She said, her voice low and throaty, "All you have to do is ask for help, and it'll be given."

She stepped between Buffy's legs, gazing at the downy fuzz covering Buffy's peach. She closed her eyes, and took in Buffy's odor, savoring the rich musky smell.

Grabbing Buffy's thighs, she pressed her face to Buffy's mound, and drew her tongue slowly along Buffy's slit.

Buffy bucked in her chains, the intensity of feeling from Faith's warm tongue like an electric shock. Her moans became loud and deep as she felt Faith's tongue push against her erect clit. The rivulets of ice and fire became rivers and then floods as she felt her internal dams beginning to crack.

Faith buried her face in Buffy, the odor and the taste making her own body shiver. Buffy's moans and groans were like music to her, electrifying and soothing her at the same time. She used her tongue skillfully and sparingly, pushing Buffy to the edge, then drawing back. Forward, back, and forward, back, until Buffy almost screamed in frustration.

"Do it, please Faith do it make it happen oh please god PLEASE I NEED IT PLEASE DO IT DO IT DO IT!!!!"

Faith was enjoying the sexual torture she was inflicting on Buffy. Ignoring her pleas, she kept teasing her, bringing her closer and closer, then drawing back. She licked over her mound, her slit and teased her clit, and then jammed two fingers in Buffy, causing her to bellow. But she didn't move them; not yet. She wasn't ready to make Buffy come. Not yet.

"Who owns you Buffy? Tell me, or we stop now!"

"No…. please, don't stop!" Buffy cries out, her need exquisitely painful. "I … you own me, Faith. I'm yours. I belong to you. Now please, stop torturing me!"

"Shush!" Faith commanded, slapping her sore ass. "I'll do what I want. Understand?"

Buffy started to weep. Her whole body felt like it was twisted in knots. Knots only Faith could untie for her.

"Y-Y-Yesss" Her tear choked voice came back to Faith.

Faith smiled, and began to pump her fingers in Buffy's pussy.

Buffy groaned softly, then louder and louder as the cracks in her orgasmic dam become wider. Her hips swing and buck wildly, her body flooded with a series of electrical sparks.

Faith smiled, and her fingers began to pump faster and faster in the bucking girl. She leaned in, and her tongue began to tease Buffy's bullet like clit. Buffy moaned louder, and encouraged, Faith took it between her lips, sucking on it like a tiny cock.

Buffy bellowed loudly, her hips swinging wildly. She was almost there, she could feel the pressure in her body pressing harder, harder, the cracks becoming wider.

Then Faith bit her clit.

Buffy screamed an ear shattering scream, and her body arched up in her chains. She went rigid as her dam burst, and huge waves of her orgasm crashed over her, shattering her into a million tiny sparks of feeling. Wave after wave shattered her farther and farther apart, as Faith, mercilessly pounded her fingers into Buffy.

Finally, it was too much, all of it, and her brain shut down. Buffy groaned loudly one final time, and went limp in her chains.

Faith chuckled almost evilly to herself, as she turned and walked over to the lever on the wall.

"That's one she won't forget for awhile." She said to herself, watching as the harness slowly lowered Buffy back to the ground.

She hadn't quite counted on her own strong reaction to Buffy's 'training'. Her thighs were wet; not damp, wet. And her nipples pushed painfully against the lacy fabric of her halter. She was hornier than hell, and almost shivering.

Well, some lucky girl will be taking care of Faith tonight, Faith looked over at the bound Buffy. But not you, sweet. Not yet. You gotta earn that privilege…

Faith walked over, and kneeling by Buffy, began to free her of her bonds. Buffy began to stir, and Faith gently pushed her head back down.

"Be still, you're almost free," She said harshly.

Buffy lay there, still dazed. She watched through half opened eyes as Faith removed the manacles and cuffs from her body.

"C'mon," Faith came over, and roughly brought Buffy to her feet. "It's time we got you to your dorm room. Get dressed."

Buffy looked at her puzzled.

"Don't you want… can't I … ?" She reached out, touching Faith's arms with her fingers.

She almost cried out when Faith's palm connected with her cheek.

"Rule one, Buffy!" Faith said coldly. "Never touch me unless I tell you to. Get it?"

"Y-Yes, Faith…"

"What?" Faith arched a brow at her, obviously displeased. She raised her hand.

"Y-Yes, Ms. Lehane. Sorry," Buffy said quietly.

"Get dressed, Buffy," Faith said, softening her tone. "I've got things to do. I can't spend all day with you."

Turning her back, she walked to the door as she left a confused and hurt Buffy to dress….

I came back to my room, our room, and it wasn’t long until I lost it. God, how can she be so cruel? God, she must hate me, doing that to me, then rejecting me like that! I lost it, totally lost it. I felt like crap. If it hadn't been for Willow… holding me and comforting me… shit…

Buffy quickly finishes her shower, drying off and combing her hair. Aw, screw it, she thought, giving up on combing it and pulling it back into a pony tail. She wraps the towel around her and pulls open the bathroom door…

Only to have Willow almost fall on her. She was wrapped up in her own thoughts, leaning against the door when Buffy opened it.

"Oh, geeze!" Willow cries, falling into Buffy, nearly knocking her over. "Sorry, I just…"

"It's ok, Willow," Buffy starts to laugh. "God, you're heavier than you look," Buffy rights her to her feet. "There. So, why're you still here, anyway? I thought you were in a rush for breakfast."

"Not heavy," Willow pouts a little, "I'm curvy. And FYI, thought you might want to know where the dining hall is, you know. Unless you like going hungry."

"Well, you didn't have to wait. I woulda found it," Buffy goes over, and opens her closet. "Er… where are my clothes? Oh god, you mean we have to wear this stuff?" She pulls out the uniform, and looks at it critically. "Who thought up this one? A horny Hare Krishna?"

Willow chuckles. "It's not so bad; you'll get used to it. Anyway, I think I look cute in mine." She does a little pirouette for Buffy.

"Yeah, well, you've got legs. Me, I got sticks. I'm gonna look like crap in this …"

It's essentially an off white tunic dress with a skirt that barely goes to mid thigh. The only accessory is a small belt. Buffy walks over and looks at her self critically in the mirror.

"I look like a crazed dwarf," Buffy complains, shaking her head.

"You look fine," Willow comes up behind her, putting her hands on Buffy's shoulder.

She sighs, and pulls at the dress. "So, you're not mad at me anymore then?"

"Hey, I wasn't the one getting all huffy about getting up."

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that. I was cranky. I didn't sleep too good. Sorry."

"Yeah, me too," Willow pats her on the shoulder. "Now, let's go before they close breakfast. I'm feeling peckish."

"Close breakfast?"

"Yeah. If you don't get to the dining hall by a certain time, they won't serve you. You don't eat til lunch…"

"Well, why didn't you say so!" Buffy grabs Willow's hand, dragging her along. "I'm starved."

"Buffy… Buffy! Wait… do you know where you're going…?"

But resisting Buffy is like going against a hurricane. All Willow can do is hang on, and push the door shut after.

===

"Nice sweet talking there, Willow," Buffy says, as they negotiate their way through the dining hall. "They almost didn’t serve us."

"Yeah, well, I knew the server. He's kind of a friend. Anyway, I think he was drooling over you."

"No way!" Buffy blushes a little. "Really? You think?"

"Oh yeah, I think."

"Who is that, anyway? He looks kinda young to be kitchen help."

"He's a student here, on the 'normals' side. Xander. Xander Harris. We kinda hang out sometimes." She looks back toward the kitchen. "He's still checking you out, I think."

"Oh yeah?" Buffy starts to look back.

"Don't look. He is, trust me."

"He's kinda cute…" Buffy smiles.

"Yeah, maybe. But he's kinda trouble, too. He's like the eldest son of some rich Sunnydale family. He really messed up to get sent here. He doesn't need the money like most of the guys working in there. Kitchen duty is like punishment for him. And considering this place? That speaks volumes."

"Still…" Buffy glances over her shoulder, and a little smile crosses her face.

"Don't even, Buffy. You're gonna have enough trouble fitting in here, without messing around with Xander Harris…"

"Spoil sport," Buffy grumbles. She looks up to see where they're going, and realizes their destination.

"Oh, god, no. Can't we sit somewhere else?" Buffy feels her stomach turning to lead.

"No, Buffy. It's the rule. You always sit with your mentor group at breakfast. That way your mentor can give you any instructions needed for the day, and talk to you about stuff."

Buffy feels her appetite evaporate, and her face gets a grim look to it.

"Oh."

"C'mon, you're not still upset?… never mind. Just sit and eat." Willow finds a chair opposite Faith and sits. Buffy sits next to her.

"Good afternoon. Aren't you two just a little late? It's 8:45, girls. Classes start at nine, remember?" Faith looks at the pair disapprovingly.

"That’s my fault. I kinda overslept," Willow puts in before Buffy can speak. "Sorry."

"Well, you almost missed breakfast. And, introductions to the other members of the mentor group."

Faith is flanked on each side by a blond girl.

Wonder if she's got a thing for blondes? Buffy thinks in a catty moment.

"This girl to my left is Amy Madison. She, like Willow, is an adept."

"Hey," is all Amy says, finishing her breakfast.

"Hey," Buffy replies. Gee, friendly too.

"And this one, to my right, is Anya Jenkins. She's a pre-cog."

"Huh?" Buffy looks confused.

"Like a seer, but more specific," Anya says, extending her hand over the table. "Hi!"

"Hi," Buffy smiles, taking her hand.

"Gee, you don't look like a slayer…" Anya's brow furrows.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you're kind of puny, you know? I thought slayers were big strapping women… like Amazons." Anya says brightly.

"Anya, that'll be enough." Faith pinches her leg under the table.

"OW! Well, I thought she would be… Sorry," her face falls, seeing Faith's irritation. "I'm sorry, it's just that you're so, well, small…" She jumps suddenly. "OUCH!"

"Anya, rude. Do I need to punish you?" Faith says gently.

"No, no! I'm sorry, really." She turns to Buffy. "Sorry, really. I'm sure you're a fine slayer." She subsides, going back to eating.

"Sorry. Anya kind of just babbles whatever comes to her mind. It gets her in lots of trouble, doesn't it?" Faith turns to Anya.

Anya blushes, and nods.

"You'll get used to…" Faith stops, staring at Buffy's neck.

"What?" Buffy raises her hand to her neck.

Faith ignores her, and turns to Willow. Her eyebrow arches.

"Willow, did you forget something this morning?"

"Hmmm?" Willow says, mouth full. "Forget?"

Faith merely strokes her hand over her own neck. Willow's eyes go wide, and she reaches up to her neck… and blushes. She looks towards Buffy, and blanches.

"Oh, gosh… Faith, I'm really sorry. We were in such a hurry, I forgot…"

"No excuse, Willow. You know you're not supposed to leave your room without it…" Faith's lips tighten.

"What?" Buffy is still confused.

"And I see you forgot to remind Buffy about hers, too."

Willow blushes. "Sorry."

"WHAT?"

"Be quiet, Buffy," Faith snaps at her. "Willow forgot to wear her collar… and so did you. She was supposed to remind you."

"Huh? Well, that's no big… I'll just go back to our room and get them…"

"It's more serious than that, Buffy," Faith explains patiently. "The collar is a symbol of your status here. You're NEVER to be on campus without it. EVER. And Willow is well aware of that…" Faith stands up from the table. " Stand up, Willow."

Willow meekly stands up. Faith walks over to her. She pulls off her thick leather belt, and doubles it over, tapping it in her palm.

"Ok, strip, and grab your ankles. You know the drill."

"Wait a minute," Buffy stands up, her face flushed. "She just forgot a stupid collar…"

"Buffy, sit down," Faith says quietly. "Don't interfere with this."

"The heck I won't. Willow's my friend, and I'm not going to let you…"

"Buffy, sit. Now," Faith repeats, her tone harsher.

"Buffy, just sit down. It's ok, I got it coming."

"No, I'm not gonna stand by and…. Ooof!"

Faith pushes Buffy down into her seat.

"Stay there, Buffy, and don't move. This is a lesson; learn it."

Willow has stripped, and is bent over, ass high in the air. Faith rears back, and lashes the belt hard across Willow's ass.

Willow whimpers a little, but that's the only sound she makes.

Faith rears back again, ready to strike, when she feels a very strong hand grab her wrist. She turns to see Buffy glaring at her.

"Let go of my wrist, Buffy," Faith says calmly.

"What're you going to do, Faith? Whip me? Go ahead," Buffy smiles tightly. "Let's see who'll win that one…"

"Buffy, let her go," Willow is standing up, glaring at Buffy.

"What?" Buffy suddenly looks confused. "I'm just trying to…"

"Don't. I deserve it. I messed up, Buffy. I was supposed to make sure you wore your collar, and I didn't even wear mine. This is my punishment, so let me take it."

Buffy sits there, still gripping Faith's wrist. Her mouth is open.

"Buffy, let her go. Please, before it gets worse. Just do it, ok?" Willow tells her.

"Fine, whatever!" . Buffy quickly releases Faith's hand. You want it, take it. No nose off my skin.

There is laughter at the rest of the table. She turns around, looking at the other two students.

"What? What's the joke?" Buffy asks, looking at them

Amy and Anya look at each other, and shake their heads. They just continue to giggle.

Bunch of loons. Geeze.

Buffy doesn't turn when she hears the slap of Faith's belt against Willow's butt. She refuses to watch this. She thinks it's barbaric and plain stupid.

"Buffy!" Faith's harsh tone catches her attention.

"What?"

"I told you to learn this lesson. You can't if you're not looking. Watch!" Faith rears back, and lashes the belt across Willow's writhing buttocks again.

Buffy sees the welts across Willow's ass, and it makes her sick. Sick, and … oh god, it's turning me on! I'm fucking sick!

Buffy glances at Willow's face, and seeing the flush, and the distended nostrils, and the way her eyes look soft and sleepy, realizes Willow is getting more than punishment out of this. God, I'm not the only sick-o around here!

Even if she doesn't believe her eyes, her nose isn't lying to her. She knows that smell, and it just makes her angrier. The other girls are still looking at her, chuckling.

Finally, humiliated, angry and… a little jealous? … she pushes her tray away, and abruptly rises. She storms off, not wanting to be around any of these people. Especially since she realizes she's being turned on, and it'll probably become pretty evident all too soon.

She's just about to burst through the doors when a hand lands on her shoulder. Whirling around, she's raises her fist, ready to strike out when she sees Mr. Giles standing there, looking at her.

"Put your hand down, Buffy," He says calmly but firmly.

Buffy lowers her hand, and her face.

"Where do you think you're going, Buffy? Class hasn't begun yet… and where is your collar?"

"I… I forgot it. I… was just going to get it now…"

"I see. So, it had nothing at all to do with you grabbing your Mentor's hand?"

"Oh, you saw that…" Buffy's voice goes very low.

"Yes, I did. And I must say, that kind of behavior isn't tolerated, Buffy."

"But…"

"No excuses, Buffy," Giles cuts her off. He consults his watch. "Well, it's near time for class. You best get going.."

"But my collar…" Buffy touches her neck.

"You can retrieve that at lunch. This being your first day, you're instructors will give you a pass. Now, get to class." Giles tone lets her know the discussion is finished.

"Yes, Mr. Giles," Buffy says softly. She walks around Giles, and leaves the dining hall.

Giles watches her for a moment, then head over to one of the other mentor's tables.

"Mr. Giles?"

"Robert, do me a favor. Please inform Faith that I would like to see her in my office this afternoon."

Robert looks up at Giles, and sees the slight redness in his cheeks.

"Yes sir, Mr. Giles," Robert replies.

"Thank you, Robert."

Giles turns and heads back towards his own table.

Robert grins, a little evilly. Somebody's in trouble. Looks like Teacher's pet is in for a whoopin'

Grinning, he finishes his breakfast.

===

It's nearly evening and Giles is ensconced in his office, looking over a couple of files on his desk.

Buffy Summer's file, which although new, has notes from her former watcher, Merrick.

Faith Lehane's file. A bit thicker.

He sighs, leaning his head on his fingers.

There could be trouble here, Giles thinks to himself, going over the two profiles. I sensed something more than a mentor/student relationship out of Faith last night, when she first saw the slayer. Is she jealous? Because she wasn’t chosen?

No, that's not like her. Faith is strong in her own right, and she's a team player… mostly. There was something, though. Something strong. This could mean trouble.

Maybe it's best I assign Buffy to someone else… No! Faith is the best, and she earned this. And, I can't think of any of the others that could handle the slayer right. But, I see I'm going to have to keep an eye on things. I can't let this spin out of control…

Giles looks up from the files when he hears a knock at the door.

"Come in."

The door opens, and Faith walks in. She's changed her outfit to something more conservative: black jeans, boots and blouse. Around her neck is a small silver chain. Her hair is tied back, and her makeup is minimal.

She walks to Giles' desk, and stands, arms at her side.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, actually, I do. Please, be seated," Giles indicates on of the chairs fronting his desk.

"I'm fine standing, thanks."

"Sit, please" Giles' again indicates a chair by his desk. Faith's lips tighten, but she sits.

Giles stands, and reaches for a cup from the tea service near his desk. "Would you care for some tea?"

Faith tilts her head, a small frown on her face. "No thanks."

Giles pours himself a cup, and moves back to his desk, sitting across from Faith.

"Ok, Giles, what's the deal? Why did you want to see me?"

"Well, I was rather wanting some more details about what happened in the dining hall this morning."

Faith sighs. "Willow and Buffy were late to breakfast this morning. I noticed Willow didn't have her collar, and I punished her for it, simple."

"Yes, but I also noticed Buffy grabbing your hand, and then, after awhile, I had to stop her from running off. I also noticed she wasn't wearing her collar…"

"Yeah, well, Willow was supposed to remind her. That's why I punished her. Also, I wanted it to be an example to Buffy, and the rest, as to what happens when you break the rules."

"Yes, quite correct. Still, things seemed to get a little out of hand. I'm just wondering if the same point couldn't have made differently? Perhaps in a way that wouldn't provoke a confrontation in someone still new to our ways?"

"What're you saying, Giles?" Faith's frown deepens. "Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?"

"Of course not, Faith. But part of your job requires a certain amount of judgment, and I wonder if it was the wisest course to 'rub her nose' in it, so to speak. From her reaction, I think perhaps a less confrontational approach may have been used; at least until she's more integrated…"

"Bullshit, Giles."

"Pardon me?"

"That's crap, Giles. You're trying to tell me how to do my job, especially in how I'm handling Buffy. I have to be consistent in my approach, Giles. Otherwise, I'm not being fair to the girls, especially Buffy. She has to learn that actions have consequences, and that she needs to see that the rules are to be obeyed without question. Otherwise, you're just going to confuse her. How is that fair for her?"

"Perhaps you're right, Faith. I may have overreacted, since she is the slayer. It may well be that treating her without favor would be the best course. That way she'll feel a part of things sooner, and become more comfortable with the way things work. Very good," Giles smiles at her, and reaching out, pats her hand. "I see my confidence in you isn't misplaced."

Faith can't help preening a little. Rarely does she win a point against Giles. Rarer yet is praise from him. She feels a small happy coming on.

"However, I do think it wouldn't hurt if you and Ms. Rosenberg refrained from your little games for awhile. At least until Buffy does become more a part of things."

"Excuse me?" Oh man.

"I realize I'm rather a bit of a stick, but I'm not quite the doddering old fool just yet," Giles resists a smirk, but it isn't easy. "I have no objections to your little games. As long as they're done with some regard to the school's policies. But perhaps it would be better for now to at least leave Buffy out of the middle of them. Rather like teasing the new kid, don't you think?"

Faith sits across from him with some color in her cheeks. She doesn't quite meet his eyes.

"I'm not scolding you Faith. I'm just asking you to use some of that intelligence you've demonstrated for me many times prior. You are my top mentor, and I'm quite pleased with you, in most respects." Giles smiles warmly. "I am rather fond of you."

Faith can't help but feel a warm rush. She smiles, and stands up.

"Cool… we'll be more…discreet, Giles. So, ummm… can I go now?"

"We're not quite finished yet, Faith, if you would sit down again, please." Giles tone has lost its warmth.

Faith sits, feeling a little confused. Now what?

"I'm somewhat more disturbed by what happened yesterday, Faith," Giles stands up, looking down on his student. He leans over his desk, splaying his fingers for support. "Perhaps you'd like to explain that to me?"

Faith sits looking at him, her stomach doing a slow tumble. Thinking fast, she goes for the bluff.

"I'm not sure I'm getting what you're getting at, Giles."

Giles' face adopts a stern expression. "Please, Faith. Don't take me for a fool. I'm well aware of the little 'disciplinary session' you had with Ms. Summers yesterday. One that, as I recall, went against my wishes."

"Giles, look, " Faith starts to stand, but Giles waves her back down brusquely. "I was just trying to reinforce her orientation. You yourself said she was a … how'd you put it?… 'willful child lacking discipline'. Since I'm her mentor, and she still seems to be … well, frankly, a spoiled brat, it would be a good thing to break her in with an extra session… to reinforce what she's already been taught." She smiles tentatively. "You saw yourself this morning, she's very willful, it's obvious she needs extra care…"

"Precisely. Extra care. That doesn’t mean unauthorized training sessions without my supervision or approval. She wasn't ready for another session yet. What if you'd driven her too far? What if you damaged her psychologically? She's the slayer, Faith. The lynchpin in our struggle against the forces of darkness. She is a warrior, our main warrior. Granted, she needs to be shaped and molded; as is, she's useless to us. We need to make her compliant and subservient to the council's orders. That doesn't mean, however, we want to break her. She needs that warrior spirit to accomplish her final duty properly."

"It wasn't about breaking her. I was only trying to…"

"What, Faith? What exactly were you trying to do? Discipline her? For what purpose, Faith? She'd already been disciplined as far as I thought was appropriate. You have to give time for the lesson to be digested, you can't just 'cram it all in', so to speak. She needs time to absorb the lesson. Rush her, and we might very well throw away everything we're attempting to accomplish here…"

"I wasn't trying to rush her. I could sense that … she wanted more…"

"Oh, indeed," Giles voice takes on a sarcastic edge. "And where did this power to sense other's needs come from? Where did you develop this keen observation, Faith? Have you spent years studying psychology and the human psyche, as I have? Please, enlighten me. How did you come by this decision that she wanted 'more'?

"I… I had a feeling, is all. I could see it in her eyes…"

"Or maybe, you saw your own feelings reflected there?" Giles says almost gently.

"What?" Faith shakes her head, "that's totally out there, Giles. Been slipping some scotch in the tea?"

"I noticed how you looked at her when you saw her the first time, Faith. There was definitely a keen interest. And perhaps, just a touch of jealousy."

"Ok, now I know you're putting scotch in your tea. Me, jealous of her? Why? Because she got to be the slayer and not me? Gimme a break Giles. Slayers live brutal lives, usually with a short expiration date. I know what you're going to put her through. Think I want to go through that?" Faith snorts. "If you think so, then you are getting senile."

It's Giles' turn to smile. "If I didn't know you so well, Faith, I'd almost believe that." He walks over, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry you didn't get it, Faith. Really, I am. I know you'd make a very good Slayer. But it's not up to us… so you have to just deal with it, and not let it affect you're relationship with Buffy. It's important that she trust you, without reserve."

"Giles, I'm sorry. I know you think I shouldn't have done it. Maybe you're right, I shouldn't have. But I really did sense she needed more. She needs to know who's on top, and to trust me that way. I have to establish myself to her, outside of you. But if you think there's more to it than that, you got it all wrong. I'm not jealous of her. When the last slayer died, yeah, I wanted it. But when it didn't come to me, I just accepted it, ok?" She looks up at him. There's a coolness in her gaze, and her expression is unreadable. "I know my job, and what I'm supposed to do. I'm doing my job, and that's all."

Giles lets out a quiet breath. She's lying; Faith is good at a lot of things, but lying isn't one of them. He senses however that calling her on it will only cause her to entrench herself in her lie.

"Then do your job, Faith," Giles tone takes on a hardness. "It's not your decision as to when Buffy is to have 'disciplinary' sessions. There is a lot riding on her, and pushing her too far will only cause problems. I don't want to hear of this being repeated. Am I clear?"

"Crystal, Mr. Giles," Faith's tone is slightly chilly and formal. "Was there anything else, or may I go now?" She stands up, looking directly into his eyes.

"Only this, Faith. No matter your position, you're still subject to the rules of this place, as is any other student. Please don't make me enforce them on you."

Despite her front, Faith feels a slight chill down her spine.

"Not to worry, Mr. Giles. I'll do my job, and you do yours, and everything will be peaches. I'm assuming we're finished here?"

"Yes, you may go."

Faith doesn't say another word. She just turns and walks out the door, closing it quietly behind her.

She quickly strides down the hallway, and out into the yard, crossing the lawn until she comes to one of the oaks dotting the campus.

Glaring at the tree, her fist shoots out, and she punches the trunk. She does it again, with her other fist, and soon she's using it as a boxing bag. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn't stop until her fists are cut and bleeding. She doesn't utter a sound; not even a grunt.

Finished, she stands there for awhile longer, staring at the ground. Then she turns and heads back towards her dorm. She needs to bandage her hands, then finish up her reports for the evening.

She's hurt, and still angry. Very angry.

Mostly at herself.

===

Giles watches the door close, and lets out the breath he's been holding. He sits down, and looking at the files before him, shakes his head.

He hates disciplining Faith. She's his best, and most of the time, is rigorous in her fairness. This breach is disturbing.

Almost as disturbing as some of the new directives coming out of the Watcher's Council in England.

What are you thinking, Giles? This is the council. They know what's for the best. You're just a soldier. You know what to do; do your duty, and shut up about it.

So why does that leave him with a hollow feeling inside?

Looking at the tea on his desk, he decides he needs something stronger. He rises, and crosses over to the bookshelf. Taking down a decanter of 12 year old single malt, he pours three fingers into a tumbler. He walks back to his desk, and sits down. He's about to take a sip, when there's a knock at the door.

Bloody hell. "Come in."

Giles sets the glass aside, and folds his hands on his desk.

The door opens, and Willow stands framed by the doorway, and the fading light behind her.

She's wearing a white blouse, unbuttoned 3 buttons from the top, a plaid, pleated, 'school girl' type skirt, except this one barely reaches below her hips, and white knee socks and black patent leather shoes. Her hair is done up in long French braid.

She looks at him with her large green eyes, her bottom lip slightly pouted. Her hands are clasped in front of her.

"Are you mad at me?" She asks, with a tremor in her voice.

If he didn't know how much art she put into that look, he'd almost laugh at the utter contrast. Instead, he frowns.

"Not angry, per se. I'd say disappointed." His jaw is tight.

Willow enters demurely, closing the door behind her. She stands, head bowed, at his desk.

"I'm sorry. I know I fouled up. I should've been more careful."

"Yes, you did," Giles says brusquely. "I roomed Buffy with you for a reason. I need you to set an example for her. And instead, you just had to play your little game today, right in front of her." He smiles tightly. "Rather like the little game you're attempting to play with me now. Nice costume. Going to a party?"

"No!" Willow sounds genuinely hurt. "I dressed like this for you. I thought you'd like it." She turns around for him slowly, giving him a very good look. "Don't you like it?"

You little minx, Giles think to himself. Just want to play me like a fiddle, don't you?

"I think you should go back to your room, Willow," Giles says dismissively. "There's no need to worry. I have no plans to punish you."

"But… but Mr. Giles," Willow's lip trembles. "I've been a very bad girl." Her fingers grasp the edges of her skirt, lifting it up. Revealing she's only wearing what nature gave her under the skirt. "I think I need to be punished. Don't you?"

Giles closes his eyes as if in pain(and to block out that image), and says in a weary voice. "Please go, Willow. I'm really not feeling like company at the moment."

Willow's whole act collapses and she comes to the side of the desk, on her knees by Giles.

"Rupert, I'm sorry. Really I am," She grasps his hand, putting it on her cheek. "Don't be angry with me. I know I screwed up, but I love you so much… please, please forgive me."

Rupert Giles lets out a long, deep sigh. Despite his best efforts, he can't be upset with the girl. Not for long. He reaches out, caressing her hair.

"I'm not upset with you, Willow. I'm just tired. Sometimes this job gets to me. We'll see each other another time." He cups her face with his hand.

"Of course you're tired, Rupert. You take everything on your shoulders." She brings her hand up, covering his with hers. "God, I can feel the tension in you. Let me make it better."

"I'm just not in the mood, Willow. Sorry."

"Oh, Rupert. It doesn't have to be sex, for goodness sake," Willow smiles up at him. "I just want to make you feel better, honey." She turns her face, kissing the palm of his hand. "Let me rub your back, take care of some of those nasty knots." She stands up, and before he can protest, loosens and loses his tie. She unbuttons a few buttons of his shirt, then goes behind him, slipping her hands under his shirt. She begins to knead his shoulders. "There, how's that?"

"Better," He admits, letting out a pleased sigh. He leans back, enjoying the massage. "You always know just what to do, don't you?"

"Well, maybe it's cuz I'm sorta crazy about you," Willow murmurs. She leans over, kissing the top of his head. "Balding, or not." She giggles.

He chuckles a little, then lets out another sigh as she finds a particularly painful and knotted muscle. "God, that feels wonderful."

"Well of course it does," Willow brags, working her way over his shoulders, gradually loosening the tightened, weary muscles. "I've got mad skills." She presses her chest to his head, smiling. "I'm a natural."

"What you are, my dear, is a little sex bomb, and you're quite aware of the effect you have on me." He chuckles, feeling the effects of her warm breasts pressing against his head.

She stops for a moment. Pulling away, she comes around front of him, looking him in the eyes.

"Is that all it is, Rupert? Sex?"

"Of course not," He looks her straight in her large, green eyes. "You know I adore you, Willow. Why do you think I assigned you to another group?"

"I don't know!" Willow pouts a little. "I hardly get to see you anymore."

"You know what we're doing here, Willow," Giles says, "You know we're in a war. How could I live with myself, thinking I might send you out there to be killed? I'd die … a lot…"

"Do you think you could hold me now? Because, I'm really needing be held!"

Rupert pushes his chair back, and she almost lays in his lap. Her arms go around his neck, while his arm goes around her waist. She snuggles close to him.

"God, I've missed you terribly. I hardly get to see you anymore."

"Twice in two days, Willow," He reminds her.

"Uh-huh," Her tone is a little petulant, "and before that, it was nearly a month since I've had some alone time with you." She lays her head on his chest. "Don't you want me anymore?"

He looks at the sexy woman-child in his lap, her large green eyes, her soft, oh so kissable lips, her sweet, innocent and not so innocent smile.

"How could you even think that?" Giles says, drawing her up for a kiss.

Their kiss is fiery, hot and needy on both ends. They kiss for as long as they can, breaking only before they faint from a lack of oxygen. They sigh, holding each other tight.

"Oooo, Rupert, I thought you weren't in the mood…" Willow giggles, wriggling in his lap. "Someone wasn't being exactly honest here!" She wriggles some more.

"Yes, well, I have this little sex bomb in my lap." He arches a brow,"…and she's deliberately trying to turn me on…"

"Oh, so you think I'm naughty then?" Willow looks at him, all innocence except for that lusty gleam in her eyes.

He almost laughs. At her naughty school girl routine, and his own weakness at giving in to it.

"Yes, I suppose you are naughty." He says, putting a stern tone to his voice.

"Do you think I need to be punished, Mr. Giles?" She puts a quaver in her voice. She wriggles yet more in his lap.

Oh god. What have I created? He wonders, seeing her go through the routine. I only hope she loves me as much as I do her.

"Yes, you do. You've been a very bad girl." It's almost like a litany with him. "You know what you have to do."

She almost slithers in his lap, hiding her face so he can't see her triumphant little smile. She lays over his lap, her barely concealed bottom sticking up high.

He reaches down, lifting her skirt up, admiring yet again her soft yet firm bottom.

"Please, Rupert. I'm sorry for being a bad girl," her voice is tremulous. She looks up at him. "Don't hurt me, please?"

"You know that's not enough," He says sternly, sticking to the script. "You have to be punished."

"Ok," She says reluctantly. She wriggles in his lap, anticipating the blow.

As he raises his hand to strike her, a thought hits him.

I wonder who's really going to hurt when this has to be over?

He slaps his hand down hard on the soft flesh of her ass. Willow cries out, and wriggles around.

"Hold still. It'll only hurt more if you move around."

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. His hand slaps against her ass cheeks, causing the skin to grow pink. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!!

"Ow, Ow, OW!" Willow cries out, her mound pressing against Giles' leg. He can feel her dampness through his pants. "I'm sorry I'm such a bad girl!" Willow's voice sobs.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Willow's ass is glowing red from the abuse, and she lays there over his lap, panting heavily. She can feel Giles' excitement pressing into her tummy.

"There, I think you've learned your lesson," Giles says, a little breathless. His cock pressing against Willow's tummy is almost throbbing. "I think you've had enough."

Giles begins to rub his hand over Willow's reddened buttocks. Willow moans, feeling the sting and warmth spread throughout her. She moans louder when Giles' finger slips between her thighs, and starts stroking her wet labia.

"Oh, mmmm you're sooo good to me," Willow sighs very softly. She presses back against his finger, and feels it slip into her. "Mmmm… I love my sweet Rupert." Willow coos, as Giles gently strokes his finger in her pussy.

"I love my sweet baby girl," Giles goes along with the game. He gently pushes a second finger into Willow, who groans a little, and starts to stroke it back and forth into her. A whimpering moan greets his actions, and he redoubles his efforts towards her.

He finds her clit, and with his thumb, gently flicks it. Willow moans loudly.

"Oh, BAAABEEEE yes… please, play with my button. Please… please!" She gasps when Giles gently pushes it back and forth " Oh god sooo gotta oooooh gotta cum Rupert wanna cum oh GOD OH GOD!"

Willow humps against Giles' fingers, feeling the pressure build in her center. Her whimpers turn to moans as she feels her skin tingling wildly. She humps faster, wanting to explode.

Giles uses his other hand to slap her beautiful, bouncing ass, and Willow groans her pleasure. He can feel her sweet juices starting to leak down his hand and over his wrist, and her muscles start to grab at his fingers.

He strokes her engorged clit with his thumb's pad, and Willow begins to buck in his lap. Her groans grow louder and louder, and when he reaches under and lightly pinches her clit, she screams as her dam breaks, flooding her with sweet release.

Her hips hump wildly against his hand and legs as Giles continues to finger her mercilessly, every so often pinching her clit, causing her to bellow. Finally, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, she stiffens and then lays limp in his lap, little happy sounds coming from her.

Giles smiles, always loving to see her right after she comes. Her face is like a work of art, so expressive, every little nuance of her feelings right there.

He gently lifts her up, and turning her around, cuddles her softly against himself. She snuggles against him, laying her head against his chest, her hand on his stomach.

The simple trust she gives him only makes his heart grow warmer. He holds her, gently caressing her as she shivers and shudders, coming down from her orgasmic high.

He loves her. He can't think of life without her, and yet, because of the rules of the council, he can't even walk hand in hand with her in public. They have to steal these little moments together, and that bothers him more than he can admit, even to himself.

As he looks down into the soft green eyes that look up at him with simple adoration, he makes a silent promise.

Someday, someway, he'll find a way for them to be together.

No matter what the cost.

Fin.
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