SERIES STORY TWO IN THE ‘FAN FIC’ SERIES

AUTHOR RED: [email protected]

PAIRINGS W/B, W/S, B/A, X/AN

RATING NC17

DISCLAIMER ALL BELONGS TO JOSS. ( *SIGH* I COULD SO HAVE FUN WITH THIS BUNCH! )

SUMMARY BUFFY HAS BEEN KEEPING A SECRET.

DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED WATCHER WENDY, WHO WANTED SOME NAUGHTY B/W FUN.

" Then, we need to take all of the empty jars in the basement and put blank labels on them and when that's done, get started on the back paper work. Giles is not a shining example of the neat male specimen. Have you seen the files? They scare me. I'm an ex-demon. Nothing scares me. Well, except for those evil bundles of hopping fur, naively passing themselves off as cuddle pets. I mean, really, who is actually so blind that they cannot see the true dark power in their beady, little - " Anya's voice trailed off when she realized that Buffy wasn't hearing a word she was saying.

Walking over to the counter where the Slayer was perched on a stool, she stood over Buffy's shoulder, taking a peek at the computer screen that held her friend's attention. A smile crossed her lips when she saw what Buffy was reading.

" Willow spanking Spike again, huh? "

Buffy, jolted out of her reading haze, jumped up, nearly falling as she did.

" Never sneak up on a Slayer! " she snapped, regaining her breath.

" I didn't sneak, " Anya replied. " I have been talking to you for twenty minutes. "

" What? "

" Yes, but you wouldn't know, because you have been lost in the world of Spike's bottom. "

Buffy made a face. " Ewwwww! Have not! "

" Buffy, you were reading a Willow Spanking Spike fan fic. "

" So? Get real, Anya. Me interested in anything of Spike's? Not going to happen in the real world. "

" So, you were so into it, that you haven't heard a word I've been saying. Something on that screen had your complete and undivided attention. Now, either it's Spike's pale yet muscular backside, or Willow's slender, skilled hand. " Buffy felt a warm flush and turned away from the ex demon. Anya gasped. " Oh my gosh! "

Buffy quickly headed into the back, Anya on her heels. Entering her workout room, the Slayer went straight to the punching bag hanging in the corner. Anya watched, a smile taking up residence on her pretty face. So Buffy wanted to be spanked by Willow. Why was she surprised? After all, they were best friends. Ok, not everyone fantasies about receiving a spanking from they're best friend. This, however, was the

Hellmouth, a place where sometimes one needed to take a break from the demons walking around and deal with the ones inside themselves. A nice little spanking could work wonders. It worked for her and Xander. Of course, theirs always led to sex, which of course, led to orgasms. Her brow shot up. Did Buffy want orgasms from Willow? After all, she and Angel were together and Anya knew they were truly in love. Plus, Willow had perma-souled the handsome vampire, so he was able to give the Slayer all the orgasms she wanted. And Willow was with Spike, whom Anya knew for a fact, supplied the redhead with more than enough orgasms. Anya sighed wistfully, as she reflected on the time she had overheard the two giving and receiving in Giles' basement. Thankfully, the poor Watcher had never found out. If he had, he would have probably returned to England sooner.

Anya looked at Buffy, who was showing no mercy to the defenseless bag in front of her. Oh yes, she definitely wanted a Willow spanking.

" I think it has been slayed, " she said, walking over to Buffy, who ignored her.

" There is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting Willow to spank you. I have thought about it. She's very pretty. And she obviously knows how to give a good spanking. Plus, she is your best friend. I think you should ask her. I bet she'll do it. "

Buffy stopped punching and looked at Anya.

" You have no idea what you are talking about. What you just said, is crazy!

And so not of the true! How could you even possibly think something like that? "

" Because, you have no interest in Spike, yet you were totally engrossed in a story where he is getting spanked. Now, since the only other person in that story, the spanker, was Willow, well, I didn't do that terrible in math class. "

" You've been spending way too much time thinking about my reading habits, "

Buffy noted, attacking the bag with light, easy jabs.

Anya sighed. Why did humans always want to do things the hard way.

" Fine, I just imagined the whole thing. "

" Good, glad ya realized that. "

" Yes, I just imagined that you would enjoy Willow slapping away at your slayer bottom … her skilled hand against your smooth flesh … " Buffy's jabs starting coming harder and faster. Anya smiled and kept going. " I can just see it now, stern Willow, punishing the naughty Slayer with hard smacks, smiling as her pale skin begins to turn a lovely shade of bright red. " The bag was barely hanging, as another chain broke from the Slayer's impact. Anya brought it home. " That little sting that warms the entire body. Willow's sting, lighting up your sweet little behind with a deliciousness you never thought possible, sending you to a world you never knew existed, the fire seeping through your skin, a fire that Willow started … a fire that only she can put out. "

There was a loud, violent thud as the punching bag dropped to the floor. Buffy was panting heavily, her head down, her hands shaking. Anya smiled.

" Yes, " she said, her eyes on the Slayer. " I imagined the whole thing. "

Anya watched Buffy organize the back bookshelf. The Slayer had finally caved, admitting her secret to the ex demon, then rambling on about what a horrible person she was for wanting to be spanked by her best friend. Anya had tried to convince her that it simply wasn't true. She assured her that there was absolutely nothing wrong with a little playful spanking between friends. Judging from the rough way the books were being organized, Anya was sure she still had some convincing to do.

She turned her soft brown eyes back to the pile of papers in front of her, but her thoughts remained on Buffy. The poor girl was beating herself up over an innocent, little fantasy. Well, Anya mentally mused, a small smile forming on her lips, maybe not completely innocent. Although Buffy had confirmed her suspicions about Angel, love and orgasms, Buffy had admitted that she did feel something for her redheaded friend. Why else, she had reasoned, would she want the girl to spank her?

Anya tried to explain that spanking didn't have to be anything more than just that.

Of course, she had proceeded to note that with she and Xander, it was a prelude to many orgasms. But that didn't mean it had to for everybody. Buffy nodded in understanding, then confessed that what she felt for Willow wasn't exactly what she felt for Angel, but was different than what she felt for the rest of them. Anya understood perfectly. She had learned quite a lot in her, demon working days. She tried desperately to sooth the Slayer and her fears, but to no avail. It was bad enough that Buffy thought so little of herself, but she was thoroughly convinced that if Willow knew, she would think even worse of her.

That's when she had played her Slayer card, swearing Anya to absolute and utter secrecy, with the penalty of great pain if broken. Anya had agreed, but had no intention of letting it go. She was a human now, with friends. Friends helped each other. That's what they did. So, why should she be any different? Buffy was her friend. Buffy needed help. It was simple math. Besides, she had a sneaky suspicion that the Slayer's fears about Willow's reaction were highly uncalled for.

" For the last time, Xander, no. "

Willow's voice echoed through the air as she and Xander entered the magic

Shop. Anya's smile nearly lept from her face. Buffy felt every meal she had ever eaten rumble in her stomach.

" Come on, Will, " Xander pleaded, following her to the table where she sat down.

" It's just for a few hours. Please? "

" I have plans for this evening. Just like I did five minutes ago. Just like I did when you asked me twenty minutes ago. See the pattern here, Xan? "

" I will pay you back, big time, Will! "

" What will you pay her back for, Xander? " Anya inquired, coming out of the office to join them.

" Xander wants me to stay here tonight and help you finish the basement work, "

Willow answered. " But I already have plans. Besides, some of us have already done our share of the great clean up, clear out. " She glared at him while saying the last line.

" Willow's right, Xander, " Anya said. " We have all done our part, except for you.

Willow, Dawn, Buffy, Angel and even Spike have helped. "

In the back, Buffy stopped shelving and closed her eyes, unable to fight the visual that had popped into her head the moment she had heard Willow's voice. It involved her lying across the redhead's knee.

" An, honey, I'm not really a, cleaning kinda guy, " he stated. Then, moving next to her and sliding an arm around her, he added, " I'm more of a lover. "

" That's true, sweetie. But Willow's a computer whiz-witch, Dawn's a student, Angel and Spike, vampires and Buffy's the Slayer. And yet, every single one of them have come in and helped. That is why tonight, you will be downstairs helping me sort Golph root and labeling jars. " She gave him a quick kiss, then sat down next to Willow.

He sighed, accepting defeat as he fell into an empty chair.

" Labeling? Thought the Buffster was taking care of that? "

" She was going to, " Anya replied. " However, she became somewhat sidetracked and never got around to it. "

" Is everything ok? " Willow asked, concerned.

" Oh yes, all is fine, " Anya purred, smiling. Time to do a theory check. " She just had things on her mind other than work. Left me to do it all. She's been a very naughty girl. I think she needs a spanking. "

There was a crash from the back and Buffy knelt down to pick Demons for Dummies, volume five, up off of the floor. What had she been thinking when she confided in Anya? Was she insane? Well, said confidence involved being spanked by her best bud so yeah, insane was a given.

Xander started to raise his hand to volunteer, but glanced at Anya and thought better. Although, he doubted that his girlfriend would have even noticed, due to the fact that she was looking straight at Willow.

" Willow, do you think you could give Buffy a spanking? "

" Oh, she so did not just say that, " Buffy muttered, freezing in mid shelve.

Willow swallowed hard, not quite sure she had just heard what she thought she had heard. Did Anya just ask her to give Buffy a spanking? No, impossible. It's just wishful thinking, Will.

" Will give Buffy a spanking? " Xander said, wanting to clarify.

" Yes, Buffy's been a naughty Slayer and she needs a good spanking, " Anya explained, not taking her eyes off of Willow.

Buffy leaned against the wall for support, wishing that she had moved all of the crap out from in front of the back door earlier like she was supposed to. Then, she could have made a nice, quiet get away. As it was, the only way out of there was right through the store.

Anya had been right in her assumption that Buffy's feelings for the redhead were not in vain. Willow's eyes spoke volumes. Her emerald greens were sparkling with desire at the mere thought of spanking the Slayer. Anya's smile grew. Now, all she had to do was get them both to admit it.

" Will spankin' Buf, " Xander mused, closing his eyes to enjoy the visual. Suddenly, a huge grin crossed his face.

" So, Willow, will you it? Will you spank Buffy? "

Willow just looked at Anya. No, her ears were not playing tricks on her. Anya was asking her to spank Buffy. Spank Buffy … her best friend in the whole world, lying across her knee, nothing but a pair of soft, cotton panties between her hand and the Slayer's firm, perfect-

" Uh, I have to, uh, go, yes, go, now, right now, " Willow stumbled over the words, as well as her chair, as she stood up. " I have plans, tonight, now, plans, with Spike, who is a boyfriend to me, whom I love so very the much, " she rambled, yanking her bag off of the table. " Good, uh, right, yes, ok then."

With that said, she ran out of the Magic Box. Anya sighed, a deep, satisfied sigh and smiled proudly. She was good. Next to her, Xander was lost in a fantasy of his own. One that had went from Willow spanking Buffy, to them taking turns spanking him.

In the back, Buffy felt like crying. It was obvious that Willow was disgusted by the mere thought of such a thing. Why else would she have flew out of there like Anya after a ten dollar bill, not even able to complete a single sentence? Buffy looked at the back door and sighed. Crap or not, she was going out that door and now.

Spike flipped the television off and tossed the remote aside. He was getting bored with Passions. Actually, he was getting bored with everything. Everything, that didn't revolve around Willow.

" You're worse than the bleedin' poof, " he stated aloud, smiling.

He didn't care. He was crazy in love with his Red and she felt the same about him.

So what if had turned into his grandsire? He went to bed every night with the most beautiful woman in the world. If being Angel-esque was the price he had to pay to be with Red, he'd pay it with a smile on his face and a song in his heart.

" Bloody hell, " he groaned, realizing he had just used an Angel-ism.

He laughed out loud, despite himself, stopping only when he sensed Willow heading his way. Something was wrong. She was crying. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed a blanket, covered himself up and opened the front door. Willow was heading toward the crypt, bawling her eyes out. He ran to meet her.

" Red, pet, what's wrong? " he worriedly asked. " Are you hurt? "

She shook her head and he hurried them back inside. Dropping the blanket, he took her in his arms and over to the sofa.

" Willow, luv, what is it? " He carefully checked her out, making sure there were no injuries, a wave of relief flooding him when he found none.

" I'm a horrible person, Spike, " she began, wiping her eyes. " I'm bad, very bad,

so very the bad. "

" Red, you're the only person I have ever known who is in no way, bad, " he said, wiping a fresh tear off of her cheek.

" But I am. I'm horrible. I'm worse than horrible. There isn't even a word for what I am, that's how bad I am. "

He choked back a chuckle. She was adorable.

" Tell me, pet, why do you think that you are so bad? "

She lowered her eyes. " I think things, bad things, about … someone I shouldn't, and I try not to, but then there they are and here I am, all, thinking the bad, and I can't help it and she would so hate me if she ever found out and I couldn't stand losing her. "

She broke out into another round of tears and he pulled her to him, his arms embracing her tightly, a smile on his face.

" This is about you wantin' to spank the Slayer, isn't it? " he gently asked.

Willow pulled away from him, her eyes locked into his.

"How? I mean, how? How did you know about that? " She was beyond shocked that he knew. She had never told anyone.

" Red, I love you. I know you. I know that you and Buffy have a special relationship."

" She's my best friend, that's all. I'm not saying that that isn't a big, because hey, best friend, the biggest of big. "

" Your more than that, pet, " he noted, still smiling.

" No, I love you. I'm in love with you. "

" I know that too, pet. I know that my heart belongs to you, just as yours belongs to me. What you have with the Slayer doesn't take anything away from that, Red.

In fact, it makes us stronger. The way it does with the poof and I. "

Willow furrowed a brow. " You and Angel? "

" You seem surprised. "

" That would be cause I am. "

He laughed. " He's my grandsire, pet. We have a special bond. "

" Oh. But, well, that's different than me wanting to, well, you know. "

" Light up the Slayer's ass? " The look on her face sent him into another bout of laughter.

" I don't want to hurt her, " she defensively stated. " I could never hurt Buffy. "

He calmed himself down. " I know you couldn't, Red. You love her. Not like you love me, but in a way that's special all it's own. There's nothing wrong with that. "

"You may not think so, but I'm sure Buffy would disagree. "

The sadness in her voice broke his heart. He reached out and caressed her cheek.

" Trust me, pet, " he said, looking her in the eye. " She loves you, too. And, I would bet my telly that the idea of you spanking her little white tushy gives her the same, warm tinglies that it does you. "

Willow had to smile. Who wouldn't, if they heard William the Bloody say tushy?

" I love you, Spike. " She leaned in and brushed her lips over his.

" I love you, Red. " He trailed his mouth to her ear, and added, " All this talk about you spankin' the Slayer has got me thinkin' dirty thoughts. "

She found his lips again and, after covering them in a slow lick, said, " Bad Spike. "

CHAPTER 3 : WHO'S GOING TO TELL?
Buffy stormed up the front walk, frustrated beyond all comprehension. Where were the monsters when you needed them? Sure, vamps had an excuse. The whole, no tan thing was valid. Still, there were other creatures of evil? Demons didn't need sun block. Why couldn't they terrorize in the afternoon? She really needed to fight something.

Opening the front door, she continued to grumble, not even noticing the vampire stretched out on the sofa. Angel opened his eyes and watched her, a look of amusement on his face.

" I am so going to kill Anya. "

" And why is that? "

Angel's voice startled her out of her muttering and she jumped.

" You're awake. "

" And you're planning the murder of a friend. What's up? "

She walked over to the sofa. He sat up and she sat down.

" I so have the biggest mouth, " she sighed.

" Let's see, " he mused, pretending to think. " You told Anya something that you really didn't want anyone to know, and she passed it along. "

" Kind of, but not exactly. "

" Ok, what exactly? "

" She sorta figured it out on her own and I, the mighty slayer, caved and confessed. "

" And then she shared the information. "

" No. But she teased me with it, like she was saying things, in front of Xander and someone else- " She paused, pushing the Willow's voice out of her head. " I so have to kill her. "

Angel smiled. " Would that someone be Willow? "

Buffy averted his eyes. " Uh, yeah, " she casually replied.

His smile grew. " So Anya knows that you want to be spanked by Willow. "

The Slayer nearly got whiplash turning to him.

" What - how- I mean, that is - "

" How did I know? "

Unable to get out a simple yes, Buffy nodded. Angel put an arm around her and pulled her close.

" I know you, Buffy. You're the one that I love and I know that you love me. "

" I'm in love with you, " she said, meeting his gaze.

" As I am with you. " He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then continued. " I also know that you love Willow, in a way that goes beyond basic friendship. "

" But I want to be with you, forever. "

"Good, because I'm kind of planning on it. "

" So then, what's all this about? Why do I have these feelings? "

" Buffy, you and Willow have a special connection. Like Spike and I. "

Her brow shot up. " Do I even want to know? "

He chuckled. " Probably not. "

" You mean, you and him, the two of you? "

" He's my grandchild, Buffy. We share a special bond. We always will. But that doesn't change what we have. You are my love, Buffy. I love Spike, but not the way I love you. I will never love anyone the way that I love you. "

She was quiet for a moment, his words washing over her. They were true. She knew they were. Still, that didn't change what she had heard at the Magic Box. It didn't matter how true Angel's words were. If Willow didn't feel the same, none of it meant a thing.

" She loves you too. " She turned back to him. " Trust me, " he said, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. " What you want, she wants. The two of you have a bond. Spike knows it. Now, you do to. "

She managed a small smile, but the tone of her voice indicated she was not joking when she asked, " So, who's going to tell Will? "

Anya stared out the front window of the Magic Box, her patience running low.

" Where are they? " she muttered. " Two vampires, you think they would move a little faster. "

" An, honey, where do you want the crate of chicken feet? " Xander's voice boomed from the basement.

" Next to the box of Rallweed, " she yelled, not turning away from the window.

" Is that sanitary? "

" About time, " she grumbled, ignoring his question as Angel and Spike came into view.

The moment the door opened, she was in their face.

" What took you so long? " she snapped, shoving them towards the table, then locking the door. " They don't know you're here, do they? " she clepped, joining them. " They aren't supposed to know. If they know, then this will never work. I want this to work. This has to work. They need this to work! "

" Whoa, take it easy, pet, " Spike said, as she sat down between them. " We're here now and they don't have a clue about it. "

" Is everything alright, Anya? " Angel asked, a serious look gracing his handsome face.

" No, no, everything is most definitely not alright. Buffy and Willow have a big problem and we have to help them. "

Spike morphed into game face and the ex demon heard a low growl from both he and Angel.

" What is it? Demon? Warlock? Vampire? Just tell me and I'll rip its bloody heart out! "

" WE, will rip it's heart out, " Angel stated, his own demon close to the surface. No one messed with the woman he loved or his surrogate little sister.

Anya shook her head. " Not a demon, warlock, vampire or any such monster. "

" Human? " Angel growled, now in full game face.

" Who is it? " Spike was ready to explode. No one messed with his Red or the daft Slayer. ( That was his job. )

" An, honey, " Xander's voice grew closer as he made his way toward the front of the store. " Where's that marker? You know, the one that smells really cool. " He saw the two vampires, game faces on, Anya in the middle of them, and freaked.

" Get the hell away from her! " he yelled, lunging at Angel.

They fell to the floor, Xander's fist flying.

" Bloody hell, " Spike groaned.

Angel gently pushed the young man off of him and attempted to stand up. Xander grabbed his leg and pulled him back down to the floor.

" Xander! Stop that right now! I invited them over! They are my guests! "

Xander stopped punching Angel and turned to his girlfriend.

" What are you doing? " she snapped. " Get off of him right this moment! "

Xander glanced down at Angel, who raised a ridged brow, then quickly got up.

Angel followed.

" I thought, " Xander began. " They were, next to you, grrr, and I over-reacted big time, huh? "

" Ya think? " Angel quipped, dusting his self off and sitting back down.

" I thought that you were in danger, " Xander explained, stepping over to Anya. Then, looking at Angel, he said, " Sorry man. "

Angel nodded.

" Who wants to hurt Willow? " Spike stated, bringing their attention back to the matter at hand.

" Someone wants to hurt Will? Who? " Xander demanded.

" They want to hurt Buffy, too, " Angel noted, his anger resurfacing.

" Someone wants to hurt Will and Buf? Come on, Deadboys, let's kick some bad guy butt! "

" Your little honey has yet to fill us in on the big bad, " Spike pointed out.

" No one wants to hurt Buffy or Willow, " she said.

" But you said they - "

" Had a problem. " She interrupted Angel. " I said that they had a problem. There is a difference. "

Spike and Angel exchanged a confused look, then turned their eyes back to Anya.

" Uh, gotta say that I'm kinda lost here. "

" Join the bloody club, mate, " Spike cracked, not looking at Xander.

" Anya. " Angel looked her in the eye. " What's going on with Buffy and Willow? "

She opened her mouth to answer, but Xander beat her to it.

" Oh, this is about Buf wanting Will to spank her, isn't it? "

CHAPTER 4:PATROL

It was quiet in Sunnydale. The Slayer didn't want quiet. Not tonight, not at the moment. For once, Buffy found herself actually praying for a vampire, or demon, or cat stuck up in a tree. Anything to break the painfully tense silence that danced in the air as she and Willow patrolled.

Normally, she would have appreciated the lack of noise. How many nights had she found herself up to her neck in vamps, praying for a nice, slow, easy, quiet patrol? And yet, here she was, nice, slow, easy and quiet, and ready to pounce on a puppy if it meant taking her attention away from the redhead walking by her side.

Willow scanned the area around them. Where were the big nasties when you needed them? Well, maybe not big, but a few tiny, weak ones would do. Anything to get her mind off of Buffy. Buffy. Buffy. Darn Anya! If the girl only knew what she had been saying. How could she know? No one knew. Well, except for Spike.

She smiled as she remembered their conversation from earlier. He was incredible. He understood the whole thing better than she did. And it didn't make him mad. In fact, he encouraged it! He actually told her that Buffy wanted her to, well, you know. Oh, you can fantasize about it, but you can't say it? What is this, Red, fifth grade? Great, now I'm calling myself Red, in my head. Hey, poet much? Listen to me, I am so in ramble mode. Help needed here. Danger Will Rosenberg! Danger!

What was that? Buffy turned around, her hazel eyes surveying the dark. Wonderful, it's a rat. Nice work, oh chosen one. Man, did I just call myself, oh chosen one? What is wrong with me? You wanna be spanked by your best friend, duh. That was a rhetorical question. And? And, shut up. Don't wanna. Don't care. Look at her, those hands, the way they're holding onto that stake. She's got a nice grip there, firm. Shut up. Make me. Oh, I will. You do realize that you are having an argument with yourself, in your head, right?

Here, vampy, vampy. K, it MIGHT work if I actually said it out loud. What time is it? Who says time flies? Oh, right, when you're having fun. It's not that helping patrol isn't fun, cause it is. It's a big bucket of fun. Yay patrol! And there's the whole, being with Buffy thing, which is always a good. Well, except when drinking cursed beer is involved, then it's less fun and more, being sniffed and watching bad sitcoms. Still, Buffy is Buffy and even caved out, she's got the greatest as- Bad Willow! Bad, bad, bad Willow! Now who needs to be spanked? Hmm, that's a new concept.

I am not continuing with this conversation. Will is my best friend and best friends don't do that. I am not. Look, I can say it if I want to, I just don't want to. I thought I told you to shut up? Fine, spank, feel better? No, I will not look at her hands. No, absolutely not! There will be no looking. Looking, bad, ignoring, what I am doing. I'm not saying that she doesn't have nice hands, because she does. You should see the way they work a keyboard, gracefully smooth. It's like watching an artist at work, those long, perfect fingers dancing ever so lightly over the keys. She's so delicate. Yes, I am aware. I have seen her stake a vamp or two, ya know. Those hands can be tough, strong, firm.

Don't look at Buffy. Don't look at Buffy. Don't look at Buffy's butt. You're looking! Stop that! Get a grip, Will. Oh, shouldn't have said that. Bad visual place. K, not BAD, but not where I should be. I have no business anywhere near my best friend's bum. That means you too, eyes of mine. Focus. You're supposed to be watching out for evil, and Buffy's sweet, little bottom is definitely not evil. Now, your desire to spank that sweet little bottom, that is evil. Deliciously evil.

Just look at the ground, Buffy. Eyes on the pavement. That's a good girl. You can't have naughty thoughts when you're staring at cement. Hey, is that a five dollar bill?

Oh my gosh, what is she doing? She shouldn't do that. She's bending over. Oh, not good. So not good. So very the good.

CHAPTER 5 - ANYA KNOWS BEST

Xander and Spike just looked at Anya.

" What? " she baulked.

" An, you can't be serious, " Xander finally said.

" Gotta agree with Chubbs, " Spike stated.

The ex demon turned to Angel.

" I think it's a good plan. "

She smiled.

" What? " Spike and Xander gasped, in unison.

" They both want it to happen, " he explained. " Everyone here knows that. Everyone here also knows that neither of them are brave enough to make the first move. "

" So we make it for them, " Anya finished, smiling proudly.

Xander looked at Spike, who looked back at him. They knew Angel had a point.

" Let's face it, " the dark vampire added, giving Spike a knowing look. " If it continues this way, both Buffy and Willow are going to be miserable. I know you don't want that. "

" Well, I might enjoy seeing the Slayer in a bit of misery, " Spike purred, a sly grin creeping onto his face.

Angel ignored him and turned his attention to Xander.

" Come on, Xander, they're your best friends. I know you want them to be happy. "

Xander sighed and nodded.

" Ok, I'm in. "

Anya squealed with delight and threw her arms around him.

" They're going to be mightily pissed at us, " Spike noted.

" At first, " Angel agreed. " But they'll get over it. "

" That's the truth! " Anya nodded enthusiastically. " Once the spanking begins, they won't give us a second thought. Buffy will be far too lost in Willow's firm, knowing, delicious hand and Willow will be aware of nothing other than the Slayer's perky little bottom, her smile growing as the pale, smooth skin turns a pretty pink. Right, Angel? "

He didn't answer, as he was, along with Xander and Spike, visiting a sweet visual place.

*****

Willow watched Buffy sleep, her green eyes fixed on the Slayer's boxer shorted bum. Buffy had tossed her blankets off nearly half an hour ago and since then, Willow's eyes had not moved from the view. Running a hand through her messed red hair, she sighed deeply as Spike's words from earlier danced around in her head. Could it be true? Could Buffy want her to do what she so desperately wanted to do? No, of course not. But then, why had she asked if she could crash in her room tonight? Patrol had been anything but eventful. Was there some sort of, ulterior motive?

Angel was crazy. Yes, she loved him more than life itself. Still, he was crazy. How could he actually think that Willow would want to spank her? It was ridiculous. It was insane. It was beyond impossible. So then, why did she, in her pretend state of sleep, kick the covers off, giving the redhead a perfect view of her assets? Her slayer senses had let her know that her best friend was wide -awake, so she decided to test the waters. After a few minutes, she knew she was being watched. Lying there now, she still felt eyes on her. Maybe Angel wasn't so crazy.

*****

" Ok, so we all know the plan, right? "

" An, honey, we've been over it ten times. We know it. "

" Good, Angel, Spike, I'll call you the moment everything is in place. "

" And we'll take care of the ladies, " Spike replied.

" I'll leave the key to the mansion under the blue flower pot in the garden, " Angel said. " I'll be at Buffy's if there's a problem. "

" All will run smoothly, " Anya reassured them. " This time tomorrow night, Buffy and Willow will finally be living out their fantasies. "

CHAPTER 6 - THEY SO DID NOT JUST DO THAT

Buffy sat on the bed, her hazel eyes casually surveying the room. Although she was a regular visitor at the mansion, she had rarely been in the basement. Why Angel wanted her to meet him here this evening was so the mystery. Mystery grew as she looked at the television/vcr cart resting in the corner.

She sighed. Well, whatever the reason, it must be good. The small room she was in had been rather nicely fixed up. There was a sofa and matching chair along with a coffee table. On the table were several vases of fresh flowers. Their fragrance filled the room.

" Don't know what you are up to, Angel - o - mine, " she sighed, glancing down at the red, silk sheets, and smiling. " But I so can't wait to find out. "

She remembered the television and frowned.

" But I am slighty wigged about the tv, " she muttered. " Not really into the whole, porn thingy. "

Her slayer hearing detecting that someone was coming, she got up from the bed and hid behind the door.

Willow was just a bit confused. Not really something she should be. After all, she was in love with a vampire. Spike lived for creative theatrics in the romance department. She smiled as she followed his instructions. The basement of the mansion was a new one.

" What have you got planned, my little English Teddy? " she purred, the excitement ready to consume her.

Buffy's heart was ready to bust through her chest. This was one of the things she loved about Angel. He was never boring in the love department. Footsteps grew closer and her breath caught. Suddenly, she was hit with a familiar scent. There was only one person she knew that wore Chanel perfume.

" Get a grip, Buf, " she muttered. " Now you're even smelling Will. "

Shaking it off as she saw the doorknob turn, she prepared to pounce.

*****

" Will you calm down. "

Xander looked at his girlfriend but continued to pace.

" They should have called by now, " he said.

" Give them time, sweetie. "

" They're gonna kill us. We just tricked a powerful witch and the Slayer. They are so gonna kill us! "

She smiled. He was so darn cute when he spazzed. Getting up from the sofa, she stepped over to him.

" Xander, " she purred, running her fingers through his thick, black hair. " Why don't I take your mind off of the witch and the slayer. "

His eyes met hers and his body answered for him.

*****

Willow stepped into the room and was attacked, as Buffy threw herself at who she assumed was the handsome, brooding vamp. By the time she realized that it wasn't, they were already heading to the floor. Willow hit first. Buffy landed on top of her.

" Will? " she cried, quickly moving off of the slim redhead. " Oh my gosh, Will, are you ok? I am so sorry! I thought you were Angel! "

Willow sat up and rubbed her head.

" Buffy? "

The blonde carefully checked her over.

" You ok? " she asked. " How's your head? I am so sorry, Will, really! "

" I'm ok, " Willow replied. " Kinda glad, actually, to see it was you that knocked me down and not Spike, cause that's just a little rougher than I like to play. "

Buffy smiled. She did love her Willow.

" I thought you were Angel. He told me to meet him here, " she explained, helping her friend up.

" Really? Spike told me the same thing, " Willow mused, looking at her.

Buffy furrowed a brow. " At ten? " Willow nodded. " Hmm, slight weirdness here. Maybe they- "

Her sentence came to an abrupt stop as the door to the room slammed shut. Before she could get to it, sounds of locking were heard.

" Who's out there? " she yelled, pounding on the door.

" It's ok, Buffy, " Angel assured her, from the other side.

" Angel? "

" Play the tape that's in the vcr, " he instructed.

" What? "

" Just do it, Slayer! "

" Spike? " Willow was now at Buffy's side.

" Everything's ok, luv, " he softly stated, putting his hand on the door. " Just do what Angel said. All will be explained. "

" Angel? Are you evil? " Buffy growled.

Spike laughed out loud.

" No, Buffy, I'm not evil, I swear. Just please, watch the tape. "

Buffy looked at Willow.

" Maybe we should watch the tape? " Willow softly suggested.

" There had so better be a damn good reason for this! " Buffy snapped.

Buffy hit play, then took a seat on the sofa next to Willow. A few seconds later, Anya appeared on screen.

" On brother, " Willow groaned.

" Oh she wouldn't, " Buffy gasped, under her breath.

< " Hello Buffy, hello Willow. I hope you are pleased with your accommodations. I did my best to make it pleasant and comfortable. You are no doubt wondering what is going on seeing how you have just been locked in a room together by your orgasm partners. " >

In the background, Xander could be heard snickering.

< " It's very simple, actually, " the ex demon continued. " You see we did this to help you, both of you. Angel, Spike, Xander and myself want the two of you to be happy. "

" It was her idea! " Xander yelled.

" Shut up, sweetie. As I was saying, we want you to be happy. Both of you are keeping a secret. " >

Buffy felt her heart make it's way to her throat and gripped the sofa cushion. This so could not be happening!

Willow couldn't move. Was it possible? Would Spike actually do this? No, he wouldn't, would he?

< " We all know that neither of you will break down and confess to the other, so, we are going to do it for you. " >

Buffy looked at the onscreen image of a smiling Anya, then turned to Willow. The redhead appeared to be frozen.

< " Willow, we all know that Buffy is your best friend and that you care deeply for

her. " >

Willow was planning her boyfriend's death. Where to find a really pointy stick?

< " Buffy, we also know that you feel the same way for Willow. " >

Things to do: slay ex demon.

< " But we also know that there is more than just plain old best friendship. And so do the two of you. " >

Dip it in Holy Water. No, SOAK it. Then, miss his heart, many, many times.

Why won't my legs move? I've got Will's frozen disease! Help! I have to stop this tape, but I can't move!

< " Buffy- " >

This is how I will die. No vamps, demon mayors, crazy hellgod bitca! Humiliation. Buffy Summers the Vampire Slayer, died of humiliation.

Then, I will stake myself, but only once, in the heart.

< " -to be ashamed because- " >

Please, don't say it!

< " - want Willow to - " >

I am so dead.

< " - spank you. " >

She closed her eyes, Anya's voice echoing loudly in her ears. Willow's mouth fell open. Buffy wants her to what? Before she could grasp what she had just heard, Anya's speech continued.

< " And Willow, the same goes - " >

Huh? Me?

< " - you wanting - " >

Spike must die.

< " - spank Buffy. " >

The Slayer opened her eyes and turned to the redhead so fast she nearly got whiplash.

CHAPTER 7 - BOTTOMS UP!

" Machine again, " Angel said, returning the phone to the cradle.

" They're probably shagging in the bloody shower, " Spike replied, his blue eyes aimed at the hallway that led to the basement.

" No. "

" Oh, c'mon, man, you know you want to! "

" We are not going back down there so forget about it! "

*****

Buffy and Willow just stared at each other. Finally, as if on cue, they both spoke.

" You want to spank me? "

" You want me to spank you? "

Silence, then, in unison, " Yes. "

Buffy sighed and fell back against the sofa cushions. After a few seconds, she began to laugh. Willow relaxed a little, but not enough to join in.

" Uh, k, laughing is of the good, " she softly mused, managing a small smile. " At least you don't hate me. Unless, " Her smile faded. " it's an evil kinda laugh, like, you are so very the pathetic and I don't ever wanna see you again, cause, well, that would be a badness, cause I like you. You're my best friend and, k, most people don't want to spank their best friends, but this is the Sunnydale, home of the Hellmouth, and well, things are sorta of the different here and, gosh, Buffy, if you hate me then - "

The Slayer shut her up with a hard kiss.

*****

Spike looked at Angel.

" No, " Angel said, not looking up from his book.

Spike growled lowly, then closed his blue eyes and made do with his imagination.

*****

Willow's head was spinning. Buffy, her Buffy, the Slayer one, had just kissed her. Wow. Obviously, the title of Slayer wasn't limited to mere vamp staking.

Buffy couldn't help but smile. She felt free, liberated, happy as happy could be! She always knew that the redhead would excel in the lip department, but whoa! Must be true what they say about redheads. Her smile grew.Her Willow wanted to spank her!

And I kissed her back. Really kissed her, as in, Paris anyone? I need to breathe. That's right, I am. K, good Willow, keep it up. That was, wow, again with the wow, and you're the one who likes to study and wow is the best you can do?

Passionate, thy name is Willow! If you spank like you kiss, we are so going to have a problem!

She wants me to spank her. Hallelujah! Can a Jewish wiccan say that? Guess they can, if they plan on spanking their best friend. Wow!

Guessing I am going to have to make the first move. Well, did that already. Second move.

K, it's my move. Buffy kissed me. Yeah, I kissed back, but now I have to do something.

Should I just throw myself over her lap?

Should I just drag her over my lap?

No, that's too, blah. Will likes creativity, something with a little drama.

No, that's just too, boring. Buffy needs more.

I pushed her when she came into the room. Not on purpose, of course, but I think I can use it.

She did push me. It was an accident, yeah, but maybe?

Willow, I pushed you. Punish me. No, that's dumb.

Buffy, you have been very bad. Wow, just thinking the words gives me a tingly. Down girl!

Willow, spank me. Uhg! Pathetic much?

Buffy, you have been a naughty little Slayer. I am going to spank you. Grrr! Why am I having so much trouble with this?

What is wrong with me? I'm the Slayer here!

Buffy, I'm afraid that you have been very bad. K, good start.

Will, I've been so the bad Slayer. Hmm, works.

They exchanged a look, both smiling, then quickly turned away.

Man, if she does not put those hands on me soon, I am so going to die!

If I do not get my hands on her soon, I am so going to die!

Willow glanced back at Buffy. Do it, Rosenberg. You're in charge here. Take control!

" Buffy. " The blonde looked at her. " Buffy, when I arrived earlier, you pushed me. " K, that wasn't too bad.

Buffy couldn't hide her smile. Willow was taking charge. Thank God!

" Yes, " she replied, innocently as possible. " I did, didn't I? "

Good, Buffy's with me. Whew! Here we go!

" That wasn't a nice thing to do, Slayer. "

Buffy shivered at the change in her friend's tone of voice. Wow! Strict Willow was, wow!

" I know, Mistress Red. " Buffy paused, waiting to see her reaction. Had she gone too far?

Willow smiled at the name Buffy used. It was a bit different than when Spike said it, but wonderful in a whole new way.

She likes it. Yes!

" I am sorry about that. It was an accident, " she added.

" Accident or not, I will not let it go unpunished. "

Buffy swallowed hard. Finally!

Willow swallowed hard. Finally!

" I understand, Mistress Red. I will gladly receive my punishment. "

" And I, Slayer, will gladly administer it. "

CHAPTER 8 - FINALLY

" Stop it. "

Spike glared at Angel.

" Stop what? " he snapped.

" I can hear you growl. "

" I can growl if I want to. "

" Fine, but it's not going to work. "

" I don't know what you're talking about. "

" Sure ya don't. "

" If you think, that I am growling because I want to go downstairs, you are sadly mistaken. "

Angel looked up from his book.

" You don't want to go downstairs? "

" No, I don't. "

" I don't believe you. "

" Why should I? I've got everything I need right here. " He tapped his head.

" Except a brain, " Angel muttered, returning to his reading.

Spike ignored him and closed his eyes.

" Yep, it's all right here. There's the Slayer, placing herself over Red's knee. Wait! No, she's slippin' out of her jeans first. " Angel tried to stay focussed on his book, but the mere mention of his Slayer in panties made that very hard, among other things.

" Oh, nice, black cotton. " He smiled when he heard Angel's low growl. " Now she's across Red's knee. She's got that look in her eye. Red, not Fluffy. I know that look well. Your little Slayer's about to have her sweet little bum set on fire. "

Angel gripped the book tightly.

" Ah, Red's slippin' out of her blouse before she starts. I love that bra. The little hearts are so damn cute! She looks so innocent. Just wait til' she puts those wonderful hands on Fluffy's perky, little as- "

There was a loud crack and the book in Angel's grasp suddenly became two. Spike's eyes opened and he smirked at his grandsire.

*****

Willow shut the tape off and turned to face Buffy.

" Remove the jeans, " she ordered, hoping that she wasn't going too far.

" Yes, Mistress. "

Judging by the way Buffy nearly tripped trying to get them off as fast as she could, Willow knew she was doing fine. Wow. Red, cotton panties. Red. Was there a reason for that. Let's ask, shall we?

" Slayer, " she began, stepping over to her. " Is there any particular reason your panties are red? "

Buffy couldn't hide her smile.

" Because I like red, " she replied, her eyes locking with Willow's.

The redhead felt her heart leap. Stay in control, Mistress Red, she mentally ordered her self.

" You do, do you? " she purred, moving behind Buffy and running a hand gently over her bottom.

Buffy gasped and Willow smiled. This was going to be better than she ever could have imagined.

*****

" Anything? "

" Sh! " Angel whispered. " If they catch us out here we're dust. "

Spike inched past him and pressed an ear against the door.

" Smell it? " he breathed. " The arousal is so bloody thick, you need a bleedin' axe to cut it! "

Angel closed his eyes and inhaled.

" This is wrong, " he muttered, eyes still closed.

" I don't see you moving your arse. "

" I should. We both should. It's one thing if they knew and they didn't mind. But this, this is not right. "

" So leave then. More for me. "

Angel opened his eyes and looked at him.

" I was just kiddin', mate, " Spike smiled.

*****

Buffy stood at the side of the bed, waiting for Willow's next order. The redhead was taking her time in the small bathroom off to the side of the room. Buffy was going crazy! What could she possibly be doing?

Willow splashed the cold water on her face and reached for the towel. Her green eyes then turned to the closet. Unbeknownst to Buffy, the bathroom closet was well stocked with various paddles, none of which Willow had seen before. Had she not needed to cool off, she her self would have never known. Upon closer inspection, she found a slip of paper on top of the stack.

{ Red,

Picked out your favorites. All brand new. What, ya think I want something that's touched my sexy bum touching the Slayer's? } Willow giggled.

{ Have a nice time, pet, but don't wear yourself out too much. I'm sure that I'll have gotten myself in some sort of trouble by the time you get home! I love you, Red

Your English Teddy.

p.s. For me, make her cry hard! lol Just kiddin', pet! }

Willow folded the note up and stuffed it in her jeans pocket.

" Let's see, " she mused, looking through the stack. " A naughty slayer, hmm, her first time..ah, here we go! This should work nicely. "

Buffy heard the bathroom door open and nearly squealed with delight. When Willow stepped out, paddle in hand, she did.

" I'm sorry, Mistress, " she quickly said.

Thank the goddess I didn't scare her, Willow silently said.

" This is your first offence, Slayer, " she began, walking to her. " I will give you one last chance. Is this what you truly desire? " Please say yes!

" It is, Mistress, " Buffy answered, smiling.

Although it was breaking character, Willow had to smile as well.

" Alright then, we shall start with the punishment for pushing me, first. Then, I shall punish you for your outburst when I emerged from the bathroom. "

Buffy's eyes widened. Willow noticed.

" Uh, Buffy? " she softly said. " If at any time, ya wanna stop, just say, poof. "

" Poof? "

Willow giggled. " That's Spike's safe word. "

She giggled again and Buffy joined her. Then, pulling herself together, she instructed the Slayer to go behind the sofa. Once there, Buffy turned her back to Willow, bent slightly over, placed her hands on the cushion and waited. Her heart was racing. Her body was trembling. Her deepest fantasy, well, non - Angel fantasy was about to come tr-

# Smack#

" You will count after each one, " Willow ordered.

" One, Mistress Red, " Buffy stated, all thoughts of anything but the redhead now gone.

# Smack #

" Two, Mistress Red. "

Buffy smiled as Willow spanked her. It wasn't hard enough to hurt her, but harder than she had expected. Spike probably helped her work out JUST for this occasion.

" Seven, Mistress Red. "

That one stung just a bit. Ow! That one stung a lot.

" Eight, Mistress Red. "

Willow's smile grew as she heard the surprise in the Slayer's voice. Yay for magic!

" Ten, Mistress Red. " That one just plain hurt! " Eleven, Mistress Red. " But not, hurt hurt. More like a- " Twelve, Mistress Red. " Yummy kind of, tingly goodness. " Thirteen, Mistress Red. "

She's feeling it now. So are you, Rosenberg, so don't get too cocky. A few more, then we move on.

" Fourteen, Mistress Red. " Buffy was now gripping the sofa. " Fifteen, Mistress

Red. "

Willow stopped. Taking a few needed breaths, she stepped back and surveyed her work. Buffy was panting lightly and shaking slightly. She was gorgeous!

" Are you alright, Slayer? " She used her stern voice but she was truly concerned. Although she had not used the safe word and seemed to be enjoying their play, Willow wasn't going to take any chances.

" Yes, Mistress Red, I am fine. May I speak? "

Willow smiled. Her Buffy learned fast!

" Yes, Slayer, you may face me and speak. "

Buffy stood up straight, wincing just a tad as she turned to face the redhead.

" Misress Red, I am more than fine. I am free. I thank you for making that possible. And, well, I really like it when you call me, Slayer. " She blushed and Willow smiled.

" You do, do you, Slayer? "

Buffy sighed deeply. " Oh yes, Mistress Red, very much so. "

Willow walked over to the bed and sat down. Tossing the paddle aside, she called Buffy over.

" I wish to inspect your beautiful backside, " she said. Then added, " Slayer. "

Buffy had her panties off in record time and Willow was looking at a half naked slayer.

" Oh my, " she muttered.

Buffy's brow shot up and she gave the redhead a sly smile. Willow cleared her throat.

" Turn around, Slayer. "

Buffy did as she was told and Willow carefully examined her, gentle fingers brushing lightly over pale, red flesh. Buffy shivered at her cool touch against her warm skin, making Willow smile.

" Across my lap, Slayer. "

Never had Buffy moved so fast. Willow closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, as the blonde placed her self over her knees.

*****

" Bloody hell, " Spike groaned.

Angel numbly nodded in agreement.

" I can't take much more. "

" You are not, going in there, " Angel managed to say. " This is between them. "

The blonde put his head in his hands and stifled a growl.

Conclusion

Buffy whimpered as Willow's fingers gently smoothed over her backside. The redhead smiled, knowing that her best friend was more than enjoying her self at her hands. She traced Buffy's soft skin, allowing her own pleasure to wash over her, the blonde's low murmurs a symphony to her ears. She could have stayed this way forever.

I could so stay this way forever, Buffy thought to her self. Oh, she has definitely got the touch. Hmm, I wonder if she's done with the spanking stuff. She did mention two, I'm sure of it. Not that I'm complaining here, cause hey, Mistress Red is giving the massage of a lifetime. Oh, Will -

Willow smiled when she heard the Slayer mutter her name. Spike was right. She and Buffy did have something special. Oh goddess, please let this just be the beginning.

We so have to do this again! Like, once, twice, five times a week. Hmm, I wonder if Mistress Red would approve of a little squirming, she wickedly mused.

Oh goddess! Does she know what she's doing to me? I can feel her- the little bitca! The redhead's smile grew. She knows exactly what she's doing! Oh, she is so going to get it!

It is not nice to tease the Mistress. She continued with the tender caresses, but began slowing them down. We're playing this my way, Slayer, she said to her self. I spank when I want to.

Buffy moaned, as Willow continued her gentle massage. Guess I was wrong. Still, even so, is she really just gonna let that little act go unpunished? I so hope not!

Willow continued, tempering her own desires. She wanted Buffy completely relaxed and unsuspecting, then, she would get the hand of Mistress Red.

*****

" That's it, no more. "

Angel watched Spike, a pained statement on his face, hurry down the hall and up the stairs. He had a pretty good idea where his child was going and knew that in another minute or two, he would have to do the same.

*****

Willow casually stopped her caressing and, before Buffy had the chance to realize it, dropped a sharp slap.

The Slayer yelped, caught by surprise and the rather nasty little sting.

" You thought you could call the shots, didn't you Slayer, " Willow said, her voice shaking slightly as she felt Buffy's body respond. " Now, I must punish you for that, as well as your earlier discretion. You will count, as before, starting now. "

" One, Mistress Red, " Buffy purred, smiling so big, she was sure the entire world could see.

Willow was smiling quite largely her self. She had something a little different in mind for the final punishment, and she prayed to the goddess that the Slayer wouldn't object. Playful spanking was one thing. What she was planning was just a bit, different.

"Seven, Mistress Red. " Buffy winced as she counted. Obviously, the little witch was using a spell, because at the moment, she was sure that her ass was on fire. Not that she was complaining. It wasn't a bad kinda fire. Not at all.

" Ten, Mistress Red. "

Willow stopped and took a deep breath. Just do it, Red! Darn you, Spike! I so hope you start calling yourself English Teddy!

" You may stand up, Slayer. "

Buffy slid off of her lap and as she did, she saw what she had done to the redhead's lap. Her face turned as red as her butt.

" No, Buffy, " Willow began, reaching for her. " It's ok, really! "

" I'm sorry, Will. I didn't realize. "

" Hey, I would've been kinda insulted if ya hadn't, " she said, giving her hand a squeeze.

Buffy couldn't help but laugh, which made Willow's smile grow.

" I'm sorry, Mistress Red, " Buffy said, regaining her composure.

" Nothing to be sorry for, " Willow replied, giving her a wink. " Slayer. Now, we still have one punishment left. Do you wish to continue? "

" Yes, Mistress Red. "

Willow took a deep breath.

" For your final punishment, I want you to allow me pleasure you. " Please don't let her run away!

Buffy swallowed her brain. It had to be her brain, cause there was a huge lump in her throat.

" Pleasure, me, Mistress Red? " Her voice was barely above a whisper.

I've done it. She's wigging and freaking and a whole bunch of other not good stuff.

" I would like to, Slayer. But only if you want me to. "

Buffy's smile returned. The one she was sure that the whole world could see.

" Only if I may return the pleasure, " she said.

" Return it? Baby, you can do whatever you want! " And with that proclamation, Willow hugged her tightly, taking them both to the bed.

In the hallway, Angel passed out.

FINISHED

Sequel?