Disclaimer: The Characters of BTVS and ATS are the property of Joss Whedon and various other people/entities. I am only using them for fun and entertainment only. This is the sad reality that hits me when I wake up from my naked Spike filled dreams.

Author’s note: Some dialogue taken from ‘The Wish.’ Massive hugs and thanks to the fabulous Bloodytearsoflife for the tweaking and the general awesomeness.

Thanks to Marzbar, Wulfie, Jane, Bubble_Blunder, and Opal for the fab reivews
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Chapter 7: Spanking Baby

The minions were looking at her funny. She’d been gone for a day now and there were minions. There hadn’t been minions when she left. Drusilla must be all eager to set up shop as Master Vamp in Sunnydale.

Buffy glared right back at the minions, while trying to forget that she was being led by the neck, rather harshly by her sire. At least he had had the kindness to wait until her mother was asleep before dragging her back here. It probably wasn’t kindness, he was probably unwilling to get on Mom’s bad side. she thought.

She hadn’t wanted to come back to this whole situation, but the harshest of realities came crashing down when she had looked into his beautiful blue eyes, that were pleading with her silently to come back with him.

Clad in flannel piggy pyjamas, Buffy was chained to the wall in Spike’s bedroom. No, Buffy corrected herself, their bedroom, only to see Drusilla float into the room, her gauzy regency dress rippling in the breeze that came through the open window.

“My William’s brought the naughty Baby back to the fold. Lamb to the slaughter. Miss Edith spoke of this day, when the tea set would crumble. Is Baby ready for the shearing?” cooed the mad vampire.

Spike stepped in front of his sire.

“Dru? What’s gotten into that head of yours pet?”

Drusilla smiled evilly. “Miss Edith wants to have a bath. Could Baby fill the tub?”

Buffy had no idea what Drusilla was talking about but she had a bad, bad feeling about this bath...or whatever the doll was supposed to take, and her filling it.

Spike shook his head no. “She’s mine Dru. I’ll punish her how I like, and you’ll leave off your mutterings,” he said forcefully.

Inwardly Buffy felt relief. Drusilla exited the room muttering something about Daddy and whips. With his sire gone and the door closed, Spike turned to Buffy and looked her up and down.

“She’s right, pet,” he said calmly.

Buffy raised an eyebrow, “About bath time for the doll?” Buffy asked.

“No,” he said without a hint of the realisation that she was trying to joke with him, while she was tied to the wall. “That you need to be punished.”

She would have been scared if not for the very obvious leer he was giving her, or the fact that she noticed a very prominent bulge in his pants.

“Are you gonna punish me?” she asked coyly.

“Gotta know your place don’t you?” he said, tossing his duster on the bed behind him.

“How about your place?” she asked giving him a look to rival his own suggestive glance.

Buffy smiled as she noted the reaction in his pants.

In an instant, Spike was undoing the manacles that tied her to the wall, his lips peppering her face with kisses. Then, without warning she was pantless and bent over his knee.

“Oh no you don’t!” she screamed.

“In my day, this was how parents dealt with wilful children, love.”

“Spike, this is not your day and you are so not spanking me!”

He answered with a hard smack to her rear end.

“Spike!” she screamed indignantly.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. With a growl, Buffy took advantage of her sire’s distraction and righted herself, straddling his lap. With a sly smile from the childe, she pressed her lips to his, her tongue sweeping across begging entrance to his mouth. Her hands wove roughly into the curls at the back of his neck, forcing Spike to turn with her, falling on the bed behind him.

Busy Buffy hands crawled their way up his shirt. She was very conscious of the fact that she had no pants on, and that he had too many clothes on for her liking. Her little fingers travelled downwards towards the button of his fly intent on making the playing field even.

Cool hands grasped her own and she was flipped in one fluid motion, her back on the bed and his black clad form pressing her into the mattress.

“Tsk, tsk, love. I’m the one in charge in this little scenario,” came his seductively low voice.

His hands seemed to be everywhere on her body at once: unbuttoning her pyjama top, ghosting over her stomach, placing feather touches along the insides of her thighs. Unconsciously her legs spread further, eager for Spike’s touch. His teasing touches were driving her crazy. She needed him to actually touch her, do something to relieve the pressure.

Buffy bucked up trying to catch his hand as yet again he pulled his nimble fingers away from between her legs.

Buffy looked up to see him removing his boots and unbuckling his belt.

Thank god! she silently screamed.

The mattress shifted as he knelt over her again, kissing his way up her stomach all the way to her soft lips.

Buffy felt a tug at her wrists and realised that she had been had. She looked up to see her hands snugly bound by Spike’s belt to the headboard.

“Spike!” she yelled.

He laughed for a moment, before removing his shirt and headed for the closet.

Buffy watched and admired his fine ass, as he rattled around in the closet for a moment, clearly looking for something important. Moments later Spike emerged from the closet holding a chain.

A chain?

Spike panther crawled up the length of her body once more this time letting his tongue paint a slick trail from her navel to her lips.

Buffy eagerly took his tongue in her mouth, her own thrusting into his mouth. Suddenly, Spike pulled away and Buffy was aware of the chain that was now around her neck.

Fuck! was the first response that flitted through her head.

With a click, Buffy’s hands were free and she felt tension on her neck as Spike pulled the choke chain dog collar towards him.

“You seem to have forgotten just who is the Sire and who is the Childe, Goldilocks,” he purred. “I think you need a reminder.”

Buffy was on all fours now, facing her smug sire. Unfortunately she was still feeling the effects of his prolonged teasing, and desperately needed some friction down there. He noticed the not so subtle way she had begun trying to give herself some relief by rubbing her legs together.

Spike gave a tug to the collar she was wearing, bringing her to the edge of the bed and off to the floor. Sitting on the ground, her eyes full of apprehension, Buffy looked up at the vampire she loved and wondered exactly what he was going to make her do.

Suddenly Spike was down on the ground with her, holding her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Aw, love, I can’t stand it when you look at me like that,” he whispered.

“Then don’t do this,” she begged.

Spike stood up and glared at her. “Vampire now pet, gotta learn.”

“Learn what? That if I don’t do what you say you’ll hurt me?” her voice full of hurt.

“I’m your Sire, Goldilocks, not some sap that’s pussy whipped.”

Buffy snorted at that, resulting in another painful tug at the collar.

She smothered her protest that it hurt and looked up at him with big eyes waiting for his command. She was going to get through this night, and never come back here again.

“Unzip me,” he ordered.

Her little fingers complied with his order, sliding the zipper down slowly, and watching as he popped out of the denim confines. With a gulp and her resolve face setting up permanent residence on her face, Buffy inched forward to take him in her mouth.

Spike tugged again on the chain.

“Didn’t tell you to do that love,” he whispered.

Now she was confused.

“Are you playing with me?” she asked.

Spike gave her that smug smile of his and scooped her up into his arms and set her down on the bed.

“Just wanted to know how far you would go, love,” he said staring into her eyes. “I love you, you are my mate, we should be equals. It’s the damned expectations of my sire and the whole order that get in the way.”

Buffy nodded and let him kiss away her fears as she formed a goal in her head. Drusilla had to go.
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Once Spike had decided that the rest of the clan thought she had been punished enough, Spike let her roam freely through the mansion, and the freedom to come and go as she pleased.

And the first thing she did was get a note to explain her absence from school from her mother.

Sure her mom wasn’t thrilled that she was living with Spike and countless vampire minions, but she was more concerned about that education thing than where she resided. And as long as she had dinner with her mother three times a week, Joyce was a happy camper.

So it seemed to Buffy that she was living some horrible double life. Oh wait, no she was continuing with her strange double life, except she wasn’t alive in this scenario and she wasn’t the Chosen One. Spending nights with Spike in the mansion, going to school, evenings with her mom, and then back to mansion after her mom went to sleep. Buffy wasn’t sure exactly when she was supposed to sleep.

But after a few days of this she had gotten used to the routine, taking naps whenever she could, and avoiding Giles and Faith like the plague. Of course she hadn’t had lots of time for friends and she could tell that Willow and Xander were craving friend time.

And nothing says friend time like patrolling.

It was familiar, it was something that she knew Spike would have a problem with, but then he didn’t need to know did he?

Granted now that she was being held by a tentacle monster by the neck, against a tree, Buffy regretted not telling her mate exactly where she was going tonight. She didn’t have Slayer strength anymore, and clearly she wasn’t going to win this one without some help. Yes she was still strong, but there was that fleeting thought that passed through her head that maybe as the Slayer she would have been able to take this thing out faster.

And eww he was slimy. And yeah she didn’t need to breathe, but forming words while being choked, not really happening.

“Nnnrrf! Nnnrrf!” was all she could get out.

Near a picnic table, Buffy could hear the frantic babbling of Willow as she searched for something to kill the demon. Panic wasn’t always a good thing for Willow in a crisis situation.

“Oh, God! Demon! Demon! What kills a demon?!”

“Nnnrrf! Nnnrrf!” Buffy tried to make her friend understand. She was really starting to get scared that the demon was going to take off her head, the way this was going.

“Oh, Nerf! Not Nerf. Knife!” exclaimed Willow who was still searching for something in her bag. Finding the knife, Willow ran and tossed the weapon to her friend.

Extremely relieved to finally have a weapon and some possible control over the situation, Buffy plunged the knife into the monster’s chest, killing it. Unfortunately Buffy ended up underneath it.

“Okay,” said Buffy getting up with help from Xander and Willow. “That was too close for comfort. Not that slaying is ever comfy, but... you know what I mean?” Buffy exhaled an unneeded breath. “If you guys hadn't been here to help...”

Buffy cringed, Spike would not be happy to find her dust somewhere.

“But, we were, and we did, and, and we're all fine,” noted Willow extra cheerfully. “Isn't he gonna go poof?” the red head asked.

“Mm, I guess these guys don't. We'll have to bury him or something. Uhhf...”observed Buffy. “Makes you appreciate vamps, though. No fuss, no muss.”

Willow had brought snacks. Sitting around the picnic table, only a few feet away from the dead demon, Buffy looked appreciatively at her friends. Her friends, not Faith’s. Her friends that didn’t care that she was a vampire.

“So how come Faith was a no-show? I thought mucus-y demons were her favourites,” wondered Xander as he absently munched on a snack.

Buffy gave her friend a look. “Xander, Faith? And the wanna-stake-a-tude? I think she‘s all ‘do it alone girl‘.”

“I detect worry,” observed Xander.

“A little bit. Slaying's a rough gig. Too much alone time isn't healthy. Stuff gets pent up. Plus, dust I so don’t wanna be.”

“We should try to do more socializing with her,” noted Willow. “You know, try to convince her of the non bitey-ness of you?”

“Well, burial detail aside, does this cap us off for the day?” asked Xander.

“You got plans?” asked Buffy with a raised eyebrow.

“I cannot stress enough how much I don't have plans.”

“No luck reaching Cordelia?” the vampire asked with concern.

“I've left a few messages. Sixty... Seventy... But you know what really bugs me?” Xander asked turning to Willow. “Okay, we kissed. It was a mistake. But I know that was positively the last time we were ever gonna kiss.”

“Darn tootin'!” agreed Willow quickly.

“And they burst in, without even knocking? I mean, this is really all their fault,” continued Xander.

“Your logic does not resemble our Earth logic,” observed Buffy.

“Mine is much more advanced.”

“At least tomorrow's Monday, another school day,” replied Willow.

“Well, that's good. You know, focus on school. That's the strong Willow way to heal,” said Buffy.

“Actually, I was more thinking Oz will be there, and I can beg for forgiveness.”

“That works, too,” said Buffy with a smile.

“I-I wanna be strong Willow, but then I think I may never get to be close to Oz again, and it's like all the air just goes out of the room.”

“I know the feeling,” agreed Buffy.

“Right. I mean, you went through it with Spike, and you're still standing. So tell us, Wise One, how do you deal?” asked Xander.

“I have you guys,” said Buffy with a smile.
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tbc...