Fic: Other Games 1/2
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crys_lochGames Series, story 8
BtVS / Buffy/Willow (overall) Willow/OFC (sort of) Scoobies/Scoobies (in a way) Buffy/Tara & Willow
NC- 17
Summery: Willow's training begins and other games are played.
The disclaimers:
Don’t Sue Me- I did not create nor do I own the characters or their premise. Joss Whedon did and does. Then he sold them. And they leased them. And… it’s like some Hollywood Master/servant thing I don’t need to understand. This is just Fan Fiction. All the fun and none of the profit. As for any original characters, please don’t use without my permission. And distribution: not without my explicit consent. Feel free to ask though. I don’t bite.
Timeline/Pairings- I started this in season five, but really, ignore that. College- yes. Glory and everything after- not so much. As for the pairing… well, the short answer is Buffy/Willow. These stories show how their game plays out. For this story- Willow/OFC (sort of), Scoobies/Scoobies (in a way), Buffy/Tara- Willow (voyeur), Buffy/Willow (the game).
Warnings (The Good Stuff)- This story is meant for Adults. Hell, the whole series is meant for Adults. There are erotic scenes in this story, from BDSM to kissing games to femslash with a touch of kinky voyeur/exhibitionist. Be ready for anything or move along. If you’re underage and feel a little like Dawn, when you turn eighteen, vote, vote, vote. If this is illegal to read where you are, if you can, vote, vote, vote. I am not responsible for your actions. I’m in enough trouble just being responsible for my own.
Summery- The Game Series: story 8. Willow’s training begins and other games are played.
One Last Thing- Again, the BDSM language is elementary and the lesson is simple and basic, but please remember it is not the focus of the series. Also, I ignored Glory but kept Dawn, so had to keep her creation. As for the rest… well, it’s fun working things out my own twisted way.
Other Games
By Crys Loch
© 2003
Buffy entered her home quietly early the next morning. She wasn’t really sneaking in, but after what happened the night before and still being dressed in the last day’s clothes, she felt like she should be. Almost making it to the stairs and a shower, she heard Dawn call out from the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” Dawn’s voice ran accusingly from the open door.
Buffy sighed and entered the kitchen. “Nothing. What do you mean? I called you last night. You know I stayed over at Willow’s. Nothing’s going on.” She hoped she sounded casual, not caught.
“No. I don’t mean that. I know that. I mean what’s going on? With you and Willow? I can tell. You’ve been acting all weird around me. Well, weirder than usual.” Dawn persisted. She was tired of not only being alone all the time, but being left out as well.
Buffy almost squeaked. “Nothing’s going on with me and Willow! I’m gonna make some coffee. And possibly breakfast.”
“Ew. No breakfast please. Why won’t you tell me? If you’re having sex with Willow, what’s the big deal?” Dawn was determined this morning to force some confession out of her sister. She had been plotting it all night.
“Willow and I are not having sex!” Buffy did squeak this time.
“Well then you’re about to.” Dawn observed.
“And you shouldn’t be using that word!” Buffy was on the point of panic. A part of her mind detached itself enough to wonder why. That part reasoned that this was nothing to panic about. There was no danger or harm. She was over-reacting. But the rest of her kept on. She couldn’t help it.
“What? Sex? Sex, sex, sex! Gods, I’m fifteen. I’m old enough to say sex. I’m old enough to think about sex. You know what’s weird? That I know almost nothing about sex. I mean it’s really weird. Everyone knows more than I do. And you won’t even let me say the word!” Dawn circled into a tirade. This was bugging her for a while. Everyone at school knew things she had never heard of. Just another place where she felt left out.
“You’re not weird. You’re young. You’re too young. I don’t want you to think about boys. Or, or girls.” Buffy’s pulse was racing and she spilled coffee grounds on the counter her hands were shaking so bad.
Dawn shouted now at her sister. “I am not too young! I’m not a kid anymore. I can think! I’ll think about guys or girls or guys and girls if I want to! But I want to know why everyone knows things already and I don’t. And you won’t tell me. I just want to be normal, and, and…” She quietly left off at the end, frustrated and near tears.
“Dawn, wait. Shut up for a moment.” Buffy forced herself to ignore the panic she felt and calm down. Her reaction was so overwhelming and so irrational that she knew something was going on here, that the detached part of her brain was right. “What do you mean everyone at school knows things? Cause if they’re saying they’ve done things, then they’re probably lying or maybe bragging.”
“No. I mean they know about things I should know about already.” Dawn saw her sister had tried to calm down. She could tell Buffy was fighting an internal battle though and had a vague feeling that something other than a normal fight was going on. So she took a breath herself and tried to put some thoughts in some order. “Buffy, all my friends have done things already. Little things. They’ve played games at sleep-overs. They’ve practiced kissing when they were eleven. They’ve had crushes or have gone steady. I don’t have any memories of these things. I’ve never played doctor. I’ve never even seen a boy naked for real. It’s weird, I’m weird, and I’m tired of it. People are going to think I’m from some strange land and was raised by monkeys.”
“Of course you’ve never seen a naked boy! You’re too young! And that’s just bad!” The panic had returned to Buffy’s brain.
“That’s it!” Dawn ignored her sister. “Monkeys! The monks. They missed something.” Dawn didn’t like to think about where she came from, or rather didn’t come from. But she knew they had something to do with this.
“Wait. Hold up. Let me calm down again. Gods, why am I freaking out? Give me a minute, k?” Buffy caught herself before she blew up and just left the room to avoid the whole topic. She knew her reactions were wrong. She just couldn’t stop them. But everything Dawn said made sense. She had to try to figure it out. So while she pondered on the idea that the monks did something, she went to get a cup of the forgotten coffee. Returning to the counter, she sat down beside her sister.
“Okay Dawn, slower now. Let’s figure this out. Easy though. I’m really fighting an irrational panic mode here. And actually wondered for a moment if chastity belts were still made.” Buffy started to explain.
“You wouldn’t! Don’t you dare. I don’t care if you are my sister. I’ll…I’ll…”
Buffy cut short the threat. “I won’t. I’m trying not to. I think it’s the spell. It’s making me all overprotective or something. Wait, that’s it.” Buffy smiled her triumph.
“What’s it? And if you say you know where to get one, I’ll still…”
“No. I got it. The monks wanted me to protect you. Keep you safe, right?” Buffy started to reason out.
“Yeah, yeah. So they created a sister. I hate this part.” Dawn turned from her sister and looked out the window.
“Dawn,” Buffy tried to gently bring her back into the conversation, “what would monks prize just as much as physical safety?”
Dawn turned back towards her sister at the question, pondering for a moment before realization widened her eyes. “Virginity? They wouldn’t. Ew. I’m so doomed. You mean I’ll have to spend the rest of my life as a virgin?”
“No. I don’t think so. I just think they made it so the rest of us would try to keep you like one. I mean, this conversation is way harder than it should be. Besides, what would monks know about sex anyway? They probably had no memories to give you.” Buffy continued to reason.
“Yeah well, I know all about movies and video games, and I don’t think the monks knew about those things. I think they just peeked into your memories and found you boinking Angel and just couldn’t deal.” Dawn reasoned right back.
“Dawn, don’t…” Buffy started before gaining some control again. “Okay, I’m back. Sorry. Where were we? Oh yeah, monks and no sex for Dawn.”
“No.” Dawn stressed. “No memories or education for Dawn. Did you know my first kiss was that Halloween night I snuck away?”
“Your first kiss was with a vampire!” Buffy started again.
“Heh. That’s kinda funny still. And you’re one to talk. And I liked him. I really did. And I really liked kissing.” Dawn bravely continued on, growing quieter at the end.
“It’s not funny. Wait. You liked kissing?” Buffy absently asked while watching her own reaction.
“Well, yeah. I mean, duh. Right?” Dawn intently watched her sister.
“It’s less. The freak is less. It’s something about knowing about it. Try to shock me again.” She instructed her sister.
“Really?” Dawn grinned. “Cool. Okay, umm… I learned how to put a condom on someone last week.”
“What!” Buffy watched Dawn flinch back a little. “Okay, that’s really not so much spell freak and more- what!”
“It was health class. Or really after health class. But it was school, honest. It was just a banana.” Dawn was taking back her ‘cool’ thought.
“Okay. Fine. I can do this. This is going to kill me. But I think it’s working. Hit me again.” Buffy instructed as she took a sip of coffee and readied herself.
This time more cautiously, “There’s some magazines in my room that kinda show me some stuff, but I don’t really believe it cause I have seen Willow and Tara kiss and they don’t look like that.”
“You have porn in your room?” Buffy asked incredulously, but staying more calm than Dawn thought possible.
“Well, no one would tell me anything. Remember, en masse freak factor? And, well, um…” Dawn started blushing and turned away regretting she ever brought any of this up.
“Never mind. I get it. Something else the monks never even let me think of. Hey, watch the lack of freak Buffy.” She grinned at her own calm. Dawn was still staring out the window. “Hey, Dawn. This really is normal.” Buffy tried to reassure. “It’s like the one thing you’re doing right on schedule.” She tried to lighten the mood. “Okay, one more. Shock away. Now’s your chance.”
Dawn took a breath and turned back to her sister. “Okay, this next weekend, there’s a birthday party I want to go to. And she keeps saying they’re gonna play spin the bottle. And I’m nervous and well, clueless.” She looked hopefully at her sister. She was finally able to talk with her, ask her things. But she was very uncertain what to expect for answers.
Buffy got up for more coffee and some time to think how to answer. She wasn’t freaking blindly anymore and was grateful for that. She let herself realize that she used to play the same game and forced herself to remember what that was like. By the time she returned to the counter she had an idea of an answer. “Okay, I’m guessing that unless things have changed dramatically since I was younger, there will be guys at this party?”
“Well, yeah.” Dawn admitted.
“And it will just be kissing.” Buffy paused to glare a warning at her sister. “Okay, one thing to keep in mind. If anyone teases you after about who you had to kiss, just blame it on the game. Just say, ‘What? It was just a game.’ like they were the demented ones.” Buffy smiled inwardly to herself. ‘Yeah, remember, just blame it on the game, Buffy. Would the old excuse hold up for last night?’ She pondered.
“Wow. Real advice. Yeah Buffy. So, does that mean I can go?” Dawn was getting more than hopeful now, she was getting excited.
“We’ll see.” Buffy returned to the conversation.
“But, no freak and big sisterly and all…” Dawn continued.
“We’ll see how school and chores go.” Buffy switched to mom mode.
“Right, I’m on it. Cool.” Dawn got up to leave. “And thanks.” She added before going up to her room to think about the conversation and re-hide the magazines.
Buffy was left to finish her coffee and go shower. She had a full day and night ahead. And some thinking to do herself.
Buffy arrived early evening and in time to walk Willow to Toni’s house, still a million thoughts running through her mind as she knocked on Willow’s front door.
“Buffy. You’re here. Already. It can’t be time already. Cause I’m not ready. And I don’t know if I’m dressed okay? Am I dressed okay? Cause I don’t own any SM style clothes. Though she didn’t wear any clothes at the meeting. I mean, she wore clothes, but not SM like. And, do I look okay?” Willow stood in full ramble in the front door, not letting Buffy in and not coming out.
“Willow, you look fine. I mean, actually, you look great.” Buffy smiled before continuing. “Jeans, tee-shirt, very classic look. Never wrong.” She reassured her friend.
Willow smiled. “Thanks. Okay, I feel a little better.” She decided to just accept what Buffy said and go with it. “I’m a little nervous.” Willow admitted.
“Yeah.” Buffy came prepared to talk her friend into trying this, that is if Toni passed her inspection. “Just think what you can do with what you’re about to learn. I think maybe I’m the one who should be nervous.” She slyly smiled at Willow.
Willow’s eyes widened for a moment before she shut them to fully see the possibilities. Laughing slightly as she opened them again, “You tease. You wicked tease.”
“Come on. I’ll walk you there. I’ll check her out. I’ll pretend this is all you and won’t intrigue me in the least.” Buffy offered her arm as Willow shut the door and they started to Toni’s place.
“Uh huh.” Willow smiled and tried to settle down, though now nervous was being replaced with thoughts of curious possibilities. A change in topic was in order, as well as a checking in. “Okay, so how are you? With last night I mean.”
Buffy accepted the change and was expecting the question. “I’m good. Really. First off, it just got out of control. Control was out. And that’s a valid excuse for adults, right? Second, and I can’t believe that I’m admitting this but I really needed that. And yeah, not a good first choice, or even a good choice at all. But out of control remember? So no down on the choice. And I don’t think Spike minded being in a pinch guy. Though now things might be worse. Or maybe better. And third… well I really don’t have a third. I’m mostly falling back on the out of control position. I just hope you aren’t all freaked out, or disappointed in me, or think I’m a slut or something.” Buffy finally ended the excuse ramble.
Willow took it all in and wavered for a moment between being comforting best friend or just out right laughter. Finally deciding on a big smile with a little comfort. Buffy was walking beside her, head down and waiting for the worse. “Buffy, look at me.” She tried to project kind in her voice. Buffy moved in front of Willow, walking backwards and looking into her eyes, never losing pace or missing a step. “Okay, showoff. I’m not freaked. And I don’t think you’re a bad slut.”
“Then I’m a good one?” Buffy added.
“I’m sure you could be if you tried. But I think my point was that it would take more than this to make you one. It was out of control, yes. And maybe we should try to find where it ran off to before something we would really regret happens. Reign ourselves in.”
Buffy raised an eyebrow as she stepped easily over some trash never appearing to see it.
Willow grinned at the obvious grace of the Slayer and at the visual comment to her choice of wording. “You know what I mean. Turn right here.” Willow interrupted with instructions. “Or maybe we should just barrel out of control while we’re young so we have some past to hide later.” She offered. She was trying to build up some wild girl courage for what she was about to do. Plus, the last night had played on her mind as well. She still had a craving for anything wild and possibly dark. She didn’t want anyone hurt, but she did still have a desire now for dangerous. And she knew Buffy had the same dilemma. This game could be their excuse. Though she preferred to think of it as an outlet.
“Right. Cause we’ve led such normal lives up until this point.” Buffy fell in beside Willow, walking forward again. “But I think I’d like a barrel ride for now. No need to chain ourselves up yet, right?”
“Buffy…” Willow stopped abruptly.
“Yes?” Buffy teased the word out, raising both eyebrows.
“We’re here.” Willow indicated the old house beside them. It was spit into four apartments, each with its own mail box marked near the front door. Being close to campus, it was the typical student off campus dwelling.
“Oh.” Buffy was brought to the present suddenly remembering where she was bringing her friend. “Well, you ready?”
“No. But I’ll do it anyway.” They walked up onto the front porch and rang the doorbell to Toni’s apartment.
“It’ll be good. It’ll be fun. And I still have veto rights, right?” Buffy was nervous now herself.
“Right. I mean I trust her. Gut good and all that. But I trust you more.” Willow confirmed. Toni opened the front door.
Toni smiled when she saw Willow. She was worried common sense wouldn’t let Willow show up, and was impressed knowing the courage it took for her to do this. She looked over to the woman standing next to her. Willow not only showed courage, but smarts as well. “Hi Willow. I wasn’t sure, but I’m glad you chose to make it.” Turning to Buffy and holding out her hand, “Hi, my name is Toni.”
Buffy watched as Toni greeted Willow, paying close attention to her instincts. No alarm bells went off yet. Toni was dressed in a simple tee-shirt and jeans. The black belt and boots the only sign of possible butch about her. That and the confidence she felt surrounding the woman. She did look more than a little like Faith and Buffy thought on that as she met this woman’s eyes. There was confidence, yes, but no cocky attitude and she thought she even saw some kindness. Buffy smiled as she accepted the handshake. “Buffy. It’s nice to meet you.”
Toni knew she was being looked over and assessed. That was smart and she had the feeling that she wasn’t being judged so much as scanned for danger potential. She did wonder at the feeling that this small soft girl would actually be able to tell something like that. And when their eyes met, her own alarm bells went off. She was dangerous. This young girl was much more than she seemed. Toni shook Buffy’s hand on reflex, her mind quickly adding what she found in her eyes with the name and what Willow had told her about her friend. “So, this is Buffy? Very nice to meet you. Why don’t you both come in?” Toni stepped back from the front door and moved down the hall to the apartment door.
The two followed and entered the apartment, closing the door behind them. It was nice and mostly neat, filled with the typical mismatched furnishings of someone in college. But was obviously a home, not a dorm or crash pad. Buffy scanned the front room and noticed the place expanded to include half the first floor of the house. And as Toni offered them a seat and something to drink, she made up her mind.
Willow sat on the couch, watching as Buffy took everything in. She was so intent on her friend’s judgment, she didn’t really take the time yet to form her own ideas. Willow relaxed as she saw Buffy smile and wink at her. Turning to Toni who stood waiting for drink orders or whatever came next, Buffy merely nodded to her.
“Well, I know you two have, um, things to do.” Buffy smiled once again to Willow. “So, I’ll be off. Call me and I’ll pick you up, k?”
Willow was at first relieved then started growing nervous again. “K. Xander’s, right?”
“Yep. Movie marathon night. Timing couldn’t be stranger.” Buffy grinned evilly.
“Well at least he is gullible excuse guy. Thanks Buffy.” Willow started to notice the room for herself now and tried to settle her nerves.
“No prob. You know that. Have fun.” She suggested, then turning to Toni, “It was nice to meet you. And I’ll see you later tonight.” There was a hint of warning in her voice.
Toni just quietly watched the exchange. She was surprised Buffy reached her decision so quickly. There was something about the efficiency of all this and they way they spoke more between the lines that made her think they weren’t as naive as they looked. Now it was just herself and Willow, and the proposition of lessons.
“So, easy talk first. Would you like something to drink?” Toni started off.
“No, I’m good. I hope you don’t mind. It’s just that I don’t really know you and Buffy…”
“I understand.” Toni cut off the explanation. “That was a smart thing to do. So, that was Buffy, huh?” She grinned a little knowingly and sat down in a nearby chair.
“Yep. If I ever have a breakdown, that’s who to point to.” Willow confirmed.
“You know, I’ve met a lot of people who try to look dangerous.” Looking directly at Willow, Toni continued. “She is.”
“Well, I mean, not really, unless you try to hurt someone or something.” Willow was quick to defend.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I can tell she’s not some bully or something. It’s just a little interesting. And quite a choice for a game partner.” Toni wondered just who she got mixed up with now. She knew there was something about Willow and her friend just further confirmed it.
Willow laughed a little. “Oh thanks, by the way.”
“Huh?” Toni came out of her musings.
“For the advise before. Bringing the game into public. I really got her back the other night.” Willow grinned mischievously.
“Wish I was there to watch it. This game between you two must be a lot of fun to witness.” Toni confessed.
“Oh?” Willow was curious. “You like to watch too?”
Toni laughed. ”There’s something about being a Dom that’s very much like being a voyeur. And there’s something about an exhibitionist that’s very much like being a sub.”
“Oooh, I can’t wait to tell Buffy that.”
“Just don’t tell her it came from me. I don’t want to have to run back to New Hampshire for safety.” Toni half joked.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be something I read on the internet.” Willow reassured.
Toni wondered how such an innocent looking girl can get such an evil glint in her eyes. “So, you ready? You still want to do this?”
Willow was pulled back to the reality of why she was here. “Yes. I’m ready and want to do this.” She knew clear consent was necessary, however many scared doubts were racing through her mind.
Toni smiled. She could tell this kid was used to a little fear. “Okay, I thought we’d keep the lessons to the living room here. It’s not really a lover’s situation. But it is going to be sexual. I want you to understand that. There’s a universal safeword in the scene. Red. I’m assuming you know what a safeword is.” Toni waited for confirmation. “All you have to do is say it. I know this isn’t really your thing, so please just say it if you want anything to stop.” Toni paused again.
“Okay. Red. I got it. But don’t worry. If I didn’t want to do this, or learn this way, I wouldn’t be here.” Willow reassured.
“Okay.” Toni smiled. “During the time of the lessons you will call me Mistress. Outside, you may still call me Toni. If you really want to.”
Willow let that sink in, wondering at the last statement, then realized it was time to begin. “Yes Mistress.” Her heart rate picked up some as she waited for what might come next.
“Willow, take off all your clothes.” Toni decided to call her by her name. She was a student, not a slave. Still, she would have to learn what everything felt like first hand. She waited patently for it to really begin.
Willow stood up and paused for just a moment. Closing her eyes, she began to remove her clothing. She started with her shirt, pulling it over her head and laying it on the couch. Then quickly slipped off her shoes and socks, getting them out of the way. She slowed down again as she went to remove her jeans. Part of the reason for going slow was how strange this felt. But part of it was she found herself wanting to please Toni. Slowly she stripped herself of everything and laid it neatly on the couch. Standing there, naked, she finally looked up at Toni, willing herself not to cover or hide.
Toni smiled her approval. Watching Willow emerge from her clothing, she took in the pale skin, unmarked by tattoo or piercings. She was a very beautiful young woman. She knew Willow was waiting, and paused a moment before standing and beckoning Willow towards her with her finger.
“Stand over here, Willow.” Toni directed Willow to an open space in the front room. There was a small round rug on the wood floor and Willow moved to stand and wait on the center of it.
“Good. You look beautiful.” Toni wanted to see how she would react to the compliment, if it would give her courage or doubt. She watched as Willow blushed and barely fought the urge to cover herself.
Willow was trying to process her thoughts and reactions, but it all felt so strange. The air was warm but she was almost shaking. Her thoughts were bouncing between hoping Toni was pleased and wanting to take back the control and get dressed, screaming this is crazy. She loved it when her Mistress said she was beautiful, but wanted so much to cover and hide. ‘Her Mistress.’ Willow ran the words over and again in her mind till she could smile.
Toni watched, waited and tried to silently follow Willow’s reactions. She knew the beginning of training was always the hardest and most important time. Even more now since she was giving training to someone who would give it to others. Willow had to understand what comfort and excitement someone would find in this. And so she had to be led to those places herself.
“Willow, there is a position of waiting before a Mistress or Master a slave takes. This is what I’m going to teach you now. Kneel down on the rug, rest on your heels and lay your hands together on your lap.”
Willow was silent as she did as asked. Awkwardly she slowly fell into the position, trying to remember the instructions of only moments before as her mind raced passed them to what could come next.
“Fine, but Willow…” Toni teased a little, “don’t look up. Always direct your eyes down and bow your head. It’s not for you to know what happens next.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Willow bowed her head so all she could see were the boots in front of her and the rug she knelt on.
“Very good.” Toni started to walk a slow circle around Willow. “When we have our lessons, this is the position you will start in every time. As soon as you enter the door, remove your clothes and wait here.”
Willow tried to wrap her mind around the instructions, tried to force them into her memory through all the thoughts that were racing. She was trying to keep track of where Toni was by listening to her footsteps and voice. She was rereading everything she had read on the net, trying to remember what might come next. Finally, after a moment of nothing but footsteps around her, she steadied her mind and simply tried to wait.
Toni waited patiently as she circled. Go too fast when it was all too new and nothing would be remembered. She tried to recall her own training, but it was too many years ago. “Only answer when asked a question directly and an answer is expected. Your own slaves will have to learn when that time is with you. And an answer or comment out of place is a wonderful small excuse for punishment.” Toni regretted a little that Willow couldn’t see her smile just now.
Willow’s mind suddenly remembered her earlier spoken ‘yes Mistress’ and panicked for a moment that there would be punishment already. But she realized by Toni’s tone there would not be that so soon and calmed down again. Besides, she reminded herself, there was the safeword. She had the power.
Toni continued to walk in slow circle around Willow. “Are you calm, relaxed, even comfortable?”
Willow wondered if this was a trick before deciding to just chance it. She was surprisingly calm and there was no physical discomfort. “Yes, Mistress.”
Toni smiled. “Very good. Willow, the position is one of subservience, respect and waiting. It should not be painful or uncomfortable. Remember this. Little things matter- a cushion or rug, the heat set a little higher. The idea is that they focus on you and the feeling of anticipation, not on aches or pains or cold. And you are beginning to feel anticipation, aren’t you?” Toni stopped just in front of her.
Willow took it all in, remembering this first lesson. She could see Toni’s black boots before her and reflected on the question. She was feeling it. Anticipation, excitement, her mind was finally settling in to what she was experiencing now. She opted to believe the question was rhetorical and did not answer.
Toni was impressed. She was a quick study, in not only what she was saying, but what she wanted. Toni walked back to the chair and sat down. “Stand up, Willow and come here before me.”
Willow did as requested. Trying to stand as gracefully as she could and noting she was grateful for the change in position. She grew embarrassed though standing in front of Toni with her head still bowed so all she could see was the floor.
“Turn around full circle slowly.” Toni knew she wasn’t quite comfortable with being seen without seeing. “You are beautiful.” She stated again when Willow was done.
Willow was uncomfortable with the compliment, but pleased that who she was now thinking of more and more as ‘her Mistress’ would think so.
“What do you think you should say to that, Willow?”
Her instinct was to deny it, but realized with the wording of the question, the lesson was do not contradict the Mistress. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“See, simple requests become commands to be simply followed. Comments, compliments or even insults become accepted. That’s the goal, and it’s the little things, especially in the beginning, that let them become comfortable with your actions and words. Remember your words, because there will be a time when what you say will be what they know. And if you’re sane, there will be the underlying feeling of mutual respect.” She was importing her own morals of the BDSM scene here, she knew. But Willow had chosen her to teach her, so that’s what she would be given.
Willow smiled. This was someone she could let do this to her. These were things she could do to others. And those words were the final separation between the violence of the fight with the demon world and this BDSM world that intrigued and excited her. She finally relaxed fully and wanted to experience everything Toni could teach her. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Toni quirked an eyebrow. She wasn’t sure what prompted her to speak but realized another small lesson couldn’t now be ignored. “Well now you did speak out of turn. I was going to leave this first lesson short and easy, but now I think we’ll end it with what you really came here for. Let the punishment only fit the crime. Lean over the couch and brace your hands on the back. You’ll get five, easy, with the paddle.”
Willow’s eyes widened. A part of her mind knew something like this would happen when she spoke, and she spoke anyway. She did as Toni said and waited. She was surprised at how excited about the idea she was becoming. This was it, she realized, and this was just the beginning.
Toni was glad Willow had given her some small excuse to begin this. Punishment was only good, she knew, when a part of your mind felt you deserved it. She got up and retrieved a small leather paddle from the drawer of an end table where she had kept it out of sight. “I want you to simply count each one after I give it. Five is easy, but longer sessions or harder pain and the counting helps keep them focused, clear and in the moment. Ready?”
Willow knew better to respond to that one and tried to brace herself while a part of her mind screamed at her to relax so it would hurt less. She felt a strong slap on one butt cheek. “One.” ‘I can do this’, she thought. Another slap on the other cheek. “Two.” A stronger one on the first side and she felt it sting. “Three.” ‘Oh, okay, that hurt a little, but mostly feels warm now.’ She kept thinking and reassuring herself. The same strength on the other side. “Four.” Her breathing had increased and she felt heat from where the paddle hit. Just as her mind let her realize she also felt heat from a decidedly different area, the last one came. “Five.” She was glad it was done. The final one wasn’t strong really, or mean, but it stung and that lingered longer than the others. ‘She did it. She could do this. But how the hell was she going to get Buffy to want to do this?’ She tried not to laugh at the thoughts running through her head. It was a reaction to her sense of relief. But just as she realized that, she wondered what was to come next.
“That was well done, Willow. And we’ll end it now for tonight. You may get dressed and call your friend. Or if you want, I could just give you a ride there. If you’re up for a motorcycle ride after that.” Toni was smiling. She had mostly gone easy on her and wasn’t familiar yet with how much pain she would enjoy. But she knew this was going to be fun.
Willow got dressed. She was surprised still at the feeling of a slightly sore but not uncomfortably so bottom. She pushed away the realization of just what else and where else she was feeling. Smiling as she could again hold her head up and see Toni, she wanted the dare of the night to continue. “I’d love a ride. Thanks. It isn’t far.”
