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"Eat cunt, Buffy," came the command. "Lick it and suck it and make me feel good or I’ll have to teach you another lesson."

Buffy opened her glazed eyes and saw nothing but the red flare of Willow’s pubic hair, the dainty pale skin below, the pink wet gloss waiting for her. It was obvious she was expected to eat out Willow.

She thought No, I'm not gay. You can't make me. Even as her tongue hesitantly licked out. Her tongue vanished between the red furred pussy lips. The salty juices welling up from inside Willow's cunt made her want to gag but the still burning marks all over her ass made her continue.

Choosing between getting fucked in the ass and eating pussy, she would choose the latter every time. It hurt less, even if it was more humiliating to her. Willow could make her do anything and that rankled. But at least she had stopped Willow from sodomizing her. Anything was better than that. Buffy was quickly learning to prioritize her indignities, and a little humiliation was worth getting away from that pain. She just had to remember how it had felt, and know that if she did let Willow ass-fuck her, she would be wishing like hell she could go back and eat her out instead.

"Eat me good," ordered Willow, but the woman's words were slurred with the intensity of her emotions. For a fleeting instant, Buffy felt a surge of power over her. She told herself that she would find a way to break this spell, just like she had every other, and that she would make Willow pay for this awful humiliation. She would pay Willow back for every iota of pleasure Willow had made Buffy give her. A short while ago, she would’ve hesitated to go so dark in her thoughts of her friend, but now, she relished the angry vengeance she was fantasizing. It blocked out the embarrassment for a little bit, to think of it as fuel for the payback she’d be getting.

The empowered feeling quickly vanished.

Willow’s lashed at the once-white skin of her flushed face, turning her cheek a fiery red. The pain jabbing into her body, however, couldn't compare to the humiliation she felt from being raped with the huge rubber dildo and being forced to eat out the other woman's cunt. What made it worst of all was how she redoubled her efforts, as Willow had intended to make her.

She wanted to die. Then she vowed she'd really get even with this witch. Just how she didn't know, but she would. One day. She had to.

***

Willow’s hands clenched and flew open as she struggled not to slap Buffy again. The burst of renewed excitement in Buffy’s tongue, wonderfully seeking her clit before sliding back down into her cunt, had been so worth being a little rough with her toy. And Buffy could take a few slaps, couldn’t she? 

But no, Willow had to have restraint. She was the discipliner, so she had to show discipline herself. Buffy was actually, finally doing a good job eating pussy, and Willow wanted to reward her with all the sweet cunt she could eat. And she was eating, Willow’s sweet and loving little pussy-eater.

Buffy Summers, the Chosen One, the Slayer, was sucking up her pussy because Willow had fucked her and spanked her and chained her until she was too hot to do anything else. She’d fulfilled Buffy’s deep, dark desires to be punished and commanded, and now even her rude little bitch couldn’t resist falling into line. For now, at least, the misbehavior was over, and Buffy fucking Summers was eating pussy just like Willow wanted.

And it was only going to get better from there. Buffy was her bitch now, a proven whore, a confirmed pain-slut, and Willow didn’t imagine there was one thing she could do that her little Slayer wouldn’t get off on, so long as Willow kept being as confident and as assertive as she was right now.

She’d even taken pictures of Buffy—naked, dressed up, in all sorts of contorted positions to show her off as the versatile fuck-girl she was. As soon as they were done, Willow was developing all of those pictures. She was taking them home and spreading them out on her bed and laying among them as she got on her laptop, going through all her favorite BDSM stories for ideas on what to do with Buffy next. There was just no telling how much fun she could have with Buffy as her enthusiastic, willing slave.

Buffy’s tongue continued inside her folds, every loving stroke an act of worship, of devotion, of submission. Buffy begged, with every kiss she laid between Willow’s thighs, to be allowed to continue to taste Willow. Willow ran her fingers through Buffy’s golden hair. It wouldn’t be long now before she rewarded Buffy with a glorious gush of her pleasure made liquid. At this point, she just had to let Buffy continue to show off her love. No more discipline required. Her Buffy was a good girl.

Smiling in the last few moments of her contentment, before the pressure of her loins became overwhelming and she started to spasm with the orgasm she could already feel building inside her, Willow looked at the clock. She thought she had enough time for two more orgasms, assuming Buffy kept up this wonderful level of devotion. And she hoped Buffy was at least smart enough to realize that disciplining her had lost its charm for Willow. Now, Willow wanted to be fucked as only her slave could do it.

Which reminded her, she had a date with Oz. That was, in fact, why she couldn’t stay and break her slave in even more. It seemed ungracious to regret that. She did like Oz, quite a lot, even if she didn’t think he could ever please her in as gloriously broken a manner as Buffy was doing. But he was her intellectual equal, and made a companion for her that she didn’t think Buffy could ever be, much as Willow disciplined her.

Buffy’s tongue had to be getting tired by now, but like a good little slut, she didn’t let up. She had to have learned her lesson by now, although Willow hoped it wouldn’t stick. There was just something about spanking and spanking Buffy until she knew her place that made her tonguing even better than if Buffy had started out knowing exactly how to be a good little cunt-licker. She truly felt like she was Buffy’s mistress now, having educated her, disciplined her, made her a better bitch…

She wondered if she should tell Oz about Buffy. He wasn’t the jealous type, and had mostly reacted with a detached curiosity when told about her similar fantasies with Cordelia—who, tempting a prospect as she was, Willow could never truly care about. It was so much better when she really cared about her slave, like she did for Buffy, truly wanting her to be disciplined into a better Slayer and a better person. With Cordelia, Willow just wanted to punish her. There was no love in it. Buffy she wanted to be her bitch.

Oz had always been very understanding of her feelings—or lack thereof—toward Cordelia. How could he not be, seeing how Cordy picked on her? She thought he would be just as supportive to learn that she’d finally figured out a way to stop Buffy from making stupid mistake after stupid mistake, not to mention getting into all that boy trouble. Maybe she should let him notice on his own how well-behaved and circumspect Buffy had become, and when he finally mentioned it, then Willow would let him in on the secret. It might take a while, given how taciturn he was, but wouldn’t he be proud to learn that his virginal, mousy girlfriend was dominating the Slayer?

Willow moaned incredibly happily as the pounding pulse in her clit became impossible to ignore, spiraling around the clenching throb in her sex. Buffy really had improved, she was throwing all of herself into her pussy-licking, she was showing just how much she loved and appreciated her mistress in how determined she was to get Willow off. Willow laughed shakily, a wide smile plastered on her sweaty face, and she reached down to ruffle Buffy’s hair as the Slayer kept at it, not slacking off for an instant. Buffy could learn and submit in a way Cordelia never could—Cordy would be a slab of well-paddled meat before she accepted her place under Willow’s dominion. Buffy both loved Willow and let Willow show her how she wanted to be loved. It was the luckiest Willow had gotten in all of her life.

***

Buffy kept licking and sucking and kissing, even daring to use her teeth when Willow seemed particularly into it, simply trying to keep up Willow’s evident level of enjoyment as she wondered whether the redhead would ever fucking come?

She’d licked and sucked and kissed until her tongue was numb and her lips were tingling. Her mouth had gone dry like she’d run a mile without water and she felt like she’d licked the envelopes of a thousand letters. And still Willow wasn’t coming.

Or at least, so Buffy thought until Willow moaned especially loud, hands locking on Buffy’s skull to keep her exactly where she was, clenching so hard that Buffy felt it on her tongue and even as a pressure on her lips. Willow screamed, her entire body rigid, and Buffy snapped her mouth shut as Willow literally ejaculated. There weren’t many upsides to having another woman’s vajayjay juice coating her face, but she preferred it to swallowing Willow’s cream. She had already done far too much of that already.

***

Willow’s body pumped and pounded and squeezed, like her entire form was suddenly devoted to delivering the wicked rush of her juices direct to Buffy. Willow’s vision blurred and she heard a bloody roaring in her ears and her whole body tingled like she was being electrocuted, but she was still aware enough to see that Buffy wasn’t swallowing down her reward like a good little bitch, but refusing it. Or perhaps she just enjoyed feeling it running over her face. If that was the case, she should’ve known enough to beg Willow to come on her face, not to suddenly decide where and how Willow would come. And she’d been doing so well too.

Her little Buffy just enjoyed being willful too much. Really, Willow was indulging her by punishing her. But it was a good arrangement. She loved punishing her Buffy, and Buffy obviously loved being punished. Even more than eating her mistress’s pussy, the bad girl…

“Tsk, tsk,” Willow said when she regained her breath, her body throbbing exhaustedly, but with an added rush, a heat that wouldn’t die as she relished the knowledge that more discipline was coming. “Buffy, will you never learn? Turn around.”

She patted her knee.

***

Her face contorted with hate and shame, Buffy obediently turned around. If she could’ve seen her face in a mirror, she would’ve been shocked by the sheer ugliness of the grimace she sported, but it still didn’t come close to the dark feelings inhabiting her. She had made the bitch come, hadn’t she? Why the fuck couldn’t Willow just leave her alone?

High up on her back, her bound hands tugged uselessly at their restraints. For so long, Buffy had defined herself by being able to fight back, hit, punch. No matter what the enemy, she could get in at least a few hits. Even if the solution was Giles’s research or one of Willow’s spells, she could at least trade blows with it. But this, this fucking curse made that power utterly useless. She was utterly useless. No matter how much she tried to transmute her inner emotion into outer action, into simply not presenting her ass to Willow as if it were the redheaded cunt’s property… it made no difference. She was Willow’s bitch.

She laid down across Willow’s lap as if she belonged there. 

***

Already, Buffy’s stockinged legs were swinging back and forth in denial of her fate. She really got into it, even just the thought of it.

“No, no,” Buffy whimpered, struggling halfheartedly, even if she had to know the spell wouldn’t let her resist—even if she wanted to.

“Yes,” Willow mocked her, holding her firmly in position with one hand, working her skirt up with the other. “Oh, yes!”

In a moment, Buffy’s stocking-clad legs were fully in view. Then her pale white thighs, their ivory seeming shockingly taboo at the crown of such tawny, golden flesh. And finally, her beautiful, shimmering buttocks. The two lush pink mounds quivered like bowls of jelly as Willow slowly, painstakingly tugged her skirt off of them, leaving it ruffled along Buffy’s back like a delicious layer of frosting on a wedding cake.

“Please!” Buffy protested. “Willow, Mistress Willow, I’m sorry! Please! Can’t you let it go? Just this once, please, please!?”

After how willfully disobedient Buffy had been over the course of their session, and knowing how bad it would be for her developing morals to be let off the hook now, Willow refused to allow their friendship to sway her into leniency. She patted Buffy’s ass as if priming it for the beating it would endure. “Hush now, Buffy. You should’ve known better than to turn up your nose at the gift of my pussy cream. You should beg for me to come in your face. You should savor every last drop when I do. And instead, you act as if a car drove through a puddle in front of you or something! That is not being a good pussy licker. And I expect you to show how sorry you are.”

As she spoke, Willow raised her right hand higher and higher.

Splat!

Willow's hand crashed noisily against Buffy's bare bottom, landing squarely across the crevice and flattening both cheeks.

"Oww!" Buffy screamed, her stockinged legs flailing upward and her body bucking up wildly on his lap. "One. Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.”

She didn’t know what was worse. Having to say those vile words over and over again, as if she should apologize for having Willow smack her ass, or the act of being spanked like a little girl itself.

Whack!

Willow brought her right hand down just as hard as she could on Buffy’s right buttock.

"Yeow!" Buffy shrieked, twisting frantically in an effort to avoid the punishing blows. It was being spanked. Definitely being spanked. "Two. Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.”

Smack!

Willow's hand crashed against the bottom of her left cheek with a loud report.

"Owwww!" Buffy wailed, her shapely, nylon-clad legs waving back and forth and her entire body twisting like she was the worm Willow saw her as. Thoughtlessly, she repeated the words: “Three! Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker." But on the inside, she desperately voiced her real thoughts, as if she could somehow think them loud enough for the real Willow, the Willow who had been her friend, to hear and intervene and stop this monster: Stop! Please! It hurts! Please, you have no right to do this!

Smack! Whack! Splat!

Willow began spreading crisp and noisy spanks around over the inviting target. As the soft, tender flesh quickly turned a bright pink, Buffy squealed and wriggled with her nyloned legs prettily kicking back and forth. Crying with humiliation and pain, she continually looked back over her shoulder with an apprehensive look on her face.

"Eight! Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker!" Even though her words were subordinate, she was protesting with her distraught tone of voice. How could Willow not see the pain she was in? How could Willow not notice that she didn’t want this?

"I've hardly started with you, young lady!" Willow told her, easily controlling her wildly struggling young body with the magic. It was making Buffy virtual putty in her hands, and she enjoyed that almost as much as all the discipline. By this time she had developed a pounding, thoroughly exhilarating lust and was prepared to enjoy herself thoroughly when she got around to that second orgasm. Lucky for Buffy—the blonde would barely have to peck her pussy before she got off.

Smack! Whack!

Buffy haplessly wriggled her reddened ass as Willow's speedy palm continued to torment her with energetic smacks. With her posterior prickling and itching and burning brightly, the comely young woman simply had no choice but to jerk her shapely, stockinged legs back and forth in a thoroughly provocative manner. From time to time, her pink slit flashed into view along, shimmering all the more for the lack of the fleecy gold-colored pubic hair that had once obscured it.

Please! Ouch! Oh, no! Please! she thought between pained exclamations of her submission. Tears were streaming down her eyes, and she was breathlessly wriggling around on Willow’s lap in a futile effort to avoid the full force of the blows as much as possible.

Whack! Crack! “Twelve! Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.”

Willow continued applying her hand to the lush feminine target Buffy had offered up as apology, spreading the spanks around to even up the color scheme. As her well-rounded bottom turned a bright shade of rose, Buffy sobbed like a kid and kicked her shapely legs back and forth with uneven jerks that provided more tantalizing glimpses of her sex and potent arousal.

Ow! Oh, no more! Please! I beg you! Even in her mind, Buffy’s voice sounded hoarse as she begged. But it was like she’d been enchanted to have all her pleas and entreaties only come out as the same hallowing series of words. “Sixteen! Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.” 

Ouch, please! It hurts! Please, I'll do anything! Anything!

Applying her capable palm with even strokes, Willow appreciatively watched the undignified but appealing performance that Buffy was putting on for her. As if the last twenty-four hours hadn’t been proof enough, here was plenty of reinforcement for her opinion that there was really nothing more attractive and erotically appealing than a tearful and obviously distressed young woman wriggling her scarlet bottom and kicking stockinged legs merrily back and forth.

"Stop! Oh, no, please! Pleeeeeeeeeese!" Buffy pleaded now between sobs. "Please, I can't take it anymore! I just can't!"

Despite her tears and protests about the mistreatment that her pretty bottom was receiving, it was quite apparent that Buffy was finding considerable masochistic pleasure in her torment. Willow was quite aware of the moisture seeping from Buffy’s pussy over her bare thigh, and could see that her hips were jerking with coital movements each time that Willow’s hand descended against them. Her buttocks were a bright scarlet and were obviously simply burning up.

"Oh, Buffy. Dear, sweet Buffy. You were almost done. Now I’m really going to have to teach you a lesson. A lesson in being grateful for all my hard work and the discipline I give you," Willow said, reaching back for the belt she had used earlier.

"Oh, no! Not that!" Buffy screamed when she realized what Willow planned to do. The miserable young woman turned her tear-stained face back over her shoulder to plead with Willow, her eyes begging loudest of all. "Please! I couldn't stand..."

Willow watched the pretty muscles in her red bottom tightening in fearful anticipation as she doubled up the belt.

Whack!

The belt coiled around Buffy’s scarlet, cringing buttocks.

"Owwww!" Buffy shrieked in a pain-stricken voice, her feet flying upward and her entire body giving a convulsive jerk. But she’d learned her lesson. There was no arguing with Willow, no disobeying her, no defying her. What she said was law. She was the mistress, Buffy was just her bitch. “Twenty-two. Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.”

Whack!

Once again the belt descended against her defenseless posterior with a loud smack.

"Ouch!" Buffy emitted a soprano shriek, her scarlet buttocks wriggling furiously and her stockinged legs flailing back and forth in a revealing manner. “Twenty-three… Thank you Mistress Willow. I promise to be a better pussy licker.”

Despite Buffy's shrieks and sobs of anguish, Willow proceeded to give her a thorough working over with the belt. Squirming and wriggling frantically, Buffy was in hysterics when Willow finally stopped—chanting her recitation over and over again, the only thought in her pain-addled head clearly just to keep an accurate count and to thank Mistress Willow, as that hymn would eventually bring a stop to the hurting. 

Pausing to catch her breath for a moment, Willow admired the intriguing combination of brightly scarlet feminine bottom and shapely legs attired in full fashioned nylons.

Buffy was her bitch now, and this was her bitch’s ass when her bitch didn’t obey.

What a lovely sight.