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*Thwack!* *Thwack!* *Thwack!* Buffy’s hand came down in a resounding succession of blows as Dawn wriggled and screamed trying to buck herself off of Buffy’s lap. “Buffy! Stop!” Dawn screamed at the top of her lungs as she flailed madly in spite of herself. “No Dawn, I’m not going to stop until I believe you’ve learned your lesson,” Buffy chided as she kept up a steady barrage of swats. “Oh! OW! OW! Oh god it hurts so bad Buffy! Please! I swear I’ll never play with magic again! Never!” Dawn wailed as the tears coursed down her cheeks in steady streams. “And, I’m just going to make doubly sure of that,” Buffy quipped not slowing her pace one iota.

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“There he is! Isn’t he so hot?” Dawn giggled as she held her math book tightly against her chest. “He is pretty suave,” Marissa replied, “Do you think he’ll go to the dance with you?” she queried. Dawn sighed, “He doesn’t even notice me.” Well your locker is only three down from his maybe you should drop your books in front of him… You know, to see if he helps you pick them up? If he does, it’ll be an awesome opportunity to ask him to the dance.” Dawn stared ahead dreamy eyed as Kevin opened his locker depositing one school book and exchanging it for another. Dawn felt a nudge to her ribcage bringing her out of her silent reverie. “What are you waiting for?” Marissa whispered, “Now’s your chance!” Dawn gulped as her heart skipped a beat; she nodded and took a quick step forward feeling her courage mount. ‘Okay Dawn, you can do this; I mean what’s the worst that can happen?’ She paused momentarily as she thought, ‘He could laugh at you and say no way would I go to the dance with a freak like you!’ Her brow crinkled in dismay as her doubts overwhelmed her. She looked down and quickly changed her course of action walking instead to her locker.

Dawn pushed herself up close to the cold steel and fiddled with her combination. While she was doing so, some of Kevin’s friends had come up to talk to him; one of them asked him if he’d gotten a date for the home coming dance yet to which he shrugged shyly and said, “Naw, I don’t even know if I’m going to go.” Dawn’s eyes brightened excitement danced through her as she thought, ‘Yes! He doesn’t have a date yet!’ Dawn eased herself over to the circle of friends and casually interjected, “Oh you should definitely go! It’ll be great fun.” The group turned their focus on her; one of the girls spat condescendingly, “Who are you? Oh yea, you’re that new girl… Dawn right? Yea well, didn’t anyone ever teach you not to butt into others conversations when they are not speaking to you?” Dawn blanched slightly taken aback, “I…I was only saying,” Dawn flushed embarrassed now, “I just heard Kevin when he said he might not go and all…” The mean girl cackled cruelly, “Aren’t we just a spaz!” The girlfriend standing next to her joined in with, “And even if he did go, he wouldn’t be going with you!” By then both girls were laughing which made Dawn take of in a full run down the hallway.

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Dawn sat in the bathroom until she no longer heard voices in the hall. She had been there for about ten minutes before deciding to skip her last class and go home early. Besides, Kevin was in her last class, and she could not bare him to see her with her eyes all puffy and swollen from crying. Dawn thought glumly to herself, ‘Those girls are right, like Kevin would want to go with me to the dance.’ She exited the bathroom peering down the hall half expecting to be caught. Warily Dawn made her way through the school exiting through the back where she was less likely to be spotted. She took her time walking home and quietly slinked upstairs to her room. Dawn stared up at the ceiling and sighed dejectedly thinking to herself how much she hated the mean girls and silently wishing she could make them cry as they did her. A mischievous grin crossed her features, ‘I know how to fix them! I’ll cast a spell on them… give then horrible acne, or I’ll make their hair fall out… That would teach them!” Dawn thought as she bolted upright deciding to head over to the Magic Box.

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It was not long before Dawn was entering the shop to be greeted by Anaya, Giles, and Willow. “Hey Dawnie, what’s up?” Willow asked as she gave her a hug. “Not much, except for these mean girls at school totally ruined my life,” Dawn murmured. “Aww Dawnie, it can’t be that bad? Can it?” Willow asked sympathetically. “Yes! They humiliated me in front of Kevin; now he’ll never ask me to the home coming dance!” she whined. Willow frowned empathetically, “Don’t let those girls get you down Dawn; I’m sure Kevin will ask you to the dance, and if he doesn’t ask you… hey, you could always ask him right?” “I tried to ask him, and then they showed up… and kablewie,” Dawn lamented, “Can’t you help me out Willow, you know use a little of your magics to give them chicken pox or something?”

Anaya blurted out, “I think I might know a vengeance demon who specializes in that.” Both Willow and Giles turned to look at Anaya with a bewildered stare. Anaya looked hurt, “What? I was only trying to help,” she snipped. Giles responded, “I don’t feel that would be wise or necessary Anaya,” Giles then turned to face Dawn, “Dawn you can’t go around using magic to get a bit of petty revenge.” Willow added, “Yea Dawnie, magic is dangerous enough on its own, let alone using it to do harm to others out of anger.” “Willow’s right Dawn, besides, if this boy won’t go out with you because his friends tell him not to, he’s probably not worth going to the dance with anyway,” Giles tried to comfort Dawn. Dawn scowled, “Just never mind! I don’t need your help!” she turned quickly and stormed out of the shop.

“Do you think we should go after her?” Willow asked Giles. Anaya answered with, “Unless you plan to do that spell for her, I doubt she’ll care what you have to say.” Willow’s brow furrowed, “She did seem pretty upset; I guess it’d be best to let her cool down a bit before talking to her.” Giles nodded in agreement, “I agree, I think right now Dawn just needs a little time by herself to get over her teenage drama.” Anaya added, “Well, you could give her some money; that always makes me happy… but just not from my cash register. I mean our cash register.” Giles sighed as he started cleaning his glasses for the hundredth time, “On that note, I think I’m going to go back down stairs to finish the inventory.”

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Spike jumped out of his chair startled as Dawn burst through his door. “Ever hear of knocking!?” Spike quipped slightly annoyed to have been interrupted from watching his show. He saw that she looked upset and quickly became concerned, “Is there trouble?” Dawn crossed her arms and shook her head no. Spike studied her for a moment before asking, “What’s wrong lil’ bit?” “Nothing, according to everyone else,” Dawn huffed. Spike scoffed as he walked towards Dawn, “Well that explains a lot.” Dawn sighed, “You see, there’s this boy… and I wanted to ask him to the dance…” Spike interjected with, “And the git turned you down, is that it?” “No, not exactly,” Dawn trailed off.

Spike lit a smoke and inhaled deeply, “Something tells me you’re not just comin’ to me ta spill your woes.” Dawn nodded, “I need your help…I need you to help me get into the Magic Box.” Spike’s brow rose in curiosity, “And what’s so pressin’ that you want to be makin’ an after hours visit?” Dawn looked down and then back up at Spike, “I’m looking for a spell.” Spike frowned, “A spell is it? Why not enlist the little witch? …I’ll tell you why not, what ever you’re wantin’ to cast is dangerous… unethical… or both.” Dawn growled, “Whatever; if you don’t want to help me, I’ll do it myself.” Dawn turned to storm away before Spike laid his hand on her shoulder sighing, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you; just give me a lil’ heads up is all. Let me know what I’m gettin’ myself into before I go agreein’ to put my neck in the noose. Dawn grinned devilishly, “There are these two girls…”

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After Dawn had fully explained the incident at school and what kind of spells she was wanting Spike nodded in understanding, “So you’re just out to cause a lil’ mischief is that it? Shake these girls up a bit, and exact a little revenge for doing you wrong. And let me guess, your Scooby pals didn’t want you messin’ around with magic, so you figured you’d come to the big bad for help.” Dawn smiled sheepishly, “Pretty much,” she answered. Spike gave her a smirk before turning serious, “Look Dawn, if I agree to help you, you’ve got to promise me if you get caught I’ve got nothin’ to do with this.” Dawn squealed giddily, “Oh thank you Spike!”

Spike shot her another serious glance, “I mean it! It wasn’t but two months ago big sis wouldn’t even look at me let alone even talk to me, and if she knew what we were plannin’…” he shook his head as his stomach tightened and visions crept into his mind of the last time Buffy had been cross with him and felt he needed a little more than a talking to. He hadn’t been able to sit for the remainder of the night, and even with his vampire healing, it had taken three days for the swelling and bruising to disappear. Every time he had went to sit down, a dull ache would remind him of what she had done to him and why she had done it.

Dawn interrupted his thoughts with, “Cross my heart and hope to die.” “Die being the punctuated word,” Spike huffed as he plopped down into his chair. Dawn grinned cheekily, “Don’t worry Spike; no one will ever be the wiser…”

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Spike’s cigarette embers lit up the shadows of the Magic Box as they entered. “Let’s hurry this up; I don’t want to be here all night,” Spike mused as he picked up a crystal ball paperweight sitting on the store room shelf. They had entered the shop through the underground entrance and walked through Buffy’s training room and up to the actual shop. Dawn made her way over to the stairs leading to the more powerful spell books; she climbed the steps and shined her flashlight along the rows of books. She already knew the book she was looking for. The last time that Spike had helped her break into the Magic Box, it was to help her try to bring her mom back from the grave. The thought brought a cold shiver down her spine; the only good thing to come out of that night was that she had browsed through many of the books looking for that particular spell and remembered one book that caught her eye called ‘The Modern Witch’s guide to Hexes and Curses.’

It wasn’t long before she had found it and started skimming through the table of contents. Spike had climbed the stairs and was now peering over her shoulder reading along. “Here we go,” Dawn smirked as she tapped a heading that said ‘Breath of the skunk,’ “I’d love to see them try to kiss their dates with that!” she giggled. Spike tilted his head to the side as he read what she pointed at, “Fine and dandy; let’s get your components and skedaddle.” Dawn nodded flipping to the page quickly to read through the description and grab the ingredients off the shelf.

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It wasn’t long before Dawn and Spike had emerged from the sewers near her house. Dawn pinched her nose, “Ugh! So gross! Why couldn’t we have just used the front door like last time?” she complained, “My shoes are so ruined!” she whined trying to wipe the sludge off of them in the grass. Spike raised his eyebrow and spat, “You’re the one who came to me for help remember? Without me, you’d have never bloody made it past the sidewalk!” Dawn sighed, “I know Spike… and thanks… I appreciate the help… really.” Spike nodded, “Okay then, let’s get you home before folks start to worry.”

Dawn smiled looking at her watch, “Yea, it’s almost nine now, and Buffy’s going to start looking for me soon if I don’t get home.” Spike grimaced, “Right, and that’s definitely not good for you… or me for that matter.” For a moment that queasy feeling returned in his stomach at the thought of Buffy catching them red handed. “Remember what I said, you get caught, you take the fall,” Spike reiterated as they walked to the Summer’s household. Dawn didn’t respond. Spike stopped at the tree that was thirty feet from the porch and watched Dawn ascend the porch stairs. All the lights were out except for the one on the porch. Dawn pulled the backpack carrying the stolen goods a little tighter against her as if it would make them invisible, and she cautiously entered the house.

Spike listened and waited to hear if there was any confrontation, but he heard nothing. He took out a cigarette and stayed long enough to smoke it before leaving. As he walked back to his crypt, he started feeling slightly guilty because he knew Buffy would severely disapprove of his actions tonight, and he gulped as a little fear crept through him at the thought of what would happen if she did find out.

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Dawn read through the spell and splayed the ingredients on the carpet of her room. The spell had contents that had to be heated, so she went down to the cellar and grabbed the Colman grill used for camping trips. Dawn made her way back upstairs and began making preparations for casting the spell. She started to chant and add the ingredients to the glass beaker but stopped in mid sentence as a purple cloud of smoke started to spew uncontrollably from the beaker. The haze of smoke covered the area in a stench so putrid that Dawn had to run from her room gagging.

It was then that Willow walked through the door carrying a couple of grocery bags; she saw the smoke creeping across the ceiling and heard Dawn coughing. “Dawn!” she yelled as she rushed up the stairs, “Dissipate!” Willow commanded and the smoke seamed to go in reverse back to the beaker it had erupted from. As soon as the room had cleared Willow hastily grabbed the beaker off the grill’s flame. Willow’s eyes darted back and forth worriedly scanning the room for Dawn.

Dawn emerged from the hallway with a frightened look on her face. Willow ran up to her and gave her a hug before pulling away from her and looking her over carefully, “Are you okay?” Dawn nodded sheepishly, “Yea… I’m okay…” Willow took a deep breath before crinkling her nose, “Phew! What is that…? Skunk?” Dawn couldn’t help giggling slightly, “Err… yea, close enough.” Willow gave Dawn a look of disappointment, “You tried to cast a spell behind our backs… didn’t you?” Dawn took on a defensive posture, “Oh sure, that coming from you who can’t get enough of magic.” Willow sighed, “Point taken, but we only told you that because we care about you and don’t want to see you getting…” The front door opened and closed as Buffy’s voice rang up the stairs, “Hey guys, I’m home…What the heck is that smell!?” Dawn cringed visibly, “Not good,” she squeaked. Willow’s brow furrowed in sympathy, “Nope… not good.”

Buffy bounded up the stairs an agitated look covering her features, “Dawn, what the heck is going on? Dawn looked at Willow for support, and Willow shook her head sadly, “You’re on your own here Dawnie.” Buffy was eyeing the both of them when Willow sighed and tried to sugar coat an explanation for Buffy as to what had happened earlier at the Magic Box and what she had come home to. Buffy listened jaw clenched as she glared at Dawn, “Thanks Willow, I’m grateful for all of your help; Do you mind giving me and Dawn a little time alone.” Willow frowned feeling sorry for Dawn and nodded, “Oh… yea sure, no problem… I’ll just go put the groceries away.”

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When Willow had left, Buffy pointed at Dawn’s doorway, “Room. Now.” Dawn rolled her eyes but followed Buffy’s direction. Buffy closed the door behind them glancing over the ingredients that were scattered across the floor; she noticed a couple of price tags on the bottles instantly knowing that Dawn had stolen them from the Magic Box. Buffy rubbed her temples in frustration, “More stealing huh? And you’ve taken it upon yourself to fumigate the house in ala stink bomb as well…What is going on with you lately? You’re so out of control!” Dawn spat back, “Like you care what’s going on with me!” Buffy looked hurt, “Dawn, I thought we went over that at my birthday party that lasted forever and a day? You know I care about you! And I’m tired of this self destructive behavior… I’m about to show you just how much I care,” Buffy stated as she grabbed Dawn’s wrist pulling her over to her bed.

Dawn pulled to get out of Buffy’s grasp, “Get your hands off of me!” Buffy grumbled as she sat on the edge of her bed and pulled Dawn over her knee, “That’s about the last thing you’re going to get.” Dawn squealed, “What the heck do you think you’re doing!? Let me go right now!” Buffy did not respond but instead grabbed the back of her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Dawn screamed in outrage, “Buffy! How dare you! You can’t do this!” Buffy stated flatly, “I can, and I am,” at that Buffy brought her hand down in a hard slap doing her best to control her slayer strength as much as possible. Buffy continued to spank as she chided Dawn, “I’m sick of you acting out Dawn! Giles was right; I need to put my foot down… if mom were here… it doesn’t matter. You need to know that I love you too much to just stand idly by why you risk your life and make all these bad decisions!”

Dawn yelped at every swat and it only took ten slaps on her bare bottom before she was screaming at the top of her lungs, “Buffy! I’m sorry! Owie!!! OW! I’ll give back the stuff I took! I didn’t mean it! I… I was only borrowing it! I swear!” Dawn wailed. Buffy took in a deep breath, “What were you thinking Dawn? What if you had messed up that spell so horribly that you were hurt… or worse …killed?” As Buffy thought about that possibility her hand grew a little heavier making Dawn shriek out even louder as her hand bared down on Dawn’s now tender bottom.

*Thwack!* *Thwack!* *Thwack!* Buffy’s hand came down in a resounding succession of blows as Dawn wriggled and screamed trying to buck herself off of Buffy’s lap. “Buffy! Stop!” Dawn screamed at the top of her lungs as she flailed madly in spite of herself. “No Dawn, I’m not going to stop until I believe you’ve learned your lesson,” Buffy chided as she kept up a steady barrage of swats. “Oh! OW! OW! Oh god it hurts so bad Buffy! Please! I swear I’ll never play with magic again! Never!” Dawn wailed as the tears coursed down her cheeks in steady streams. “And, I’m just going to make doubly sure of that,” Buffy quipped not slowing her pace one iota.

Buffy reigned down blow after blow in silence letting the severity of the situation sink in as Dawn sobbed out apologies until her words were hardly audible over her sobs. It broke Buffy’s heart to hear Dawn cry out in such pain and to know that she was the one causing it. After a good fifteen swats Buffy slowed down not stopping but spanking methodically as she spoke, “Dawn, whether you believe it our not, I love you. You are my world; you’re what I go out there and fight to live for. Don’t you see that? I know I’m not mom…,” Buffy started to cry now, “…but I’m trying… I’m trying to be there for you... and everyone else…and…” Dawn sobbed even harder as she listened to Buffy, “Oh Buffy! I’m so, so sorry!” she cried out in gut wrenching sobs, “I…I know you love… love me eeeee… and… and I know what… what I’ve been do…doing is wr … wrong!”

Buffy stopped spanking and wiped the tears away that cascaded down her own cheeks with the back of her hand. She carefully pulled Dawn to her feet and into her lap holding her in a tight embrace. Buffy rocked back and forth holding Dawn to her as Dawn’s sobs subsided. Both stayed that way for some time before Dawn whispered, “Buffy?” Buffy responded softly, “Yes Dawn…” Dawn continued, “I …I am really sorry for putting you through this… I didn’t …I shouldn’t have…” Buffy pulled the hair from Dawn’s face and kissed her forehead, “It’s okay; it’s over now. Although, it’s not going to be fun for you having to explain to Giles and Anaya that you broke into their store to steal again…” Buffy paused her brow furrowing as the wheels in her head started to turn, “How did? you break into the Magic Box?”

Dawn stiffened her eyes going wide as she stared at Buffy nervously and was unable to respond. Buffy’s lips pursed, “Dawn, you better start explaining… now.” Dawn stood quickly backing away from Buffy which was hard because her pants were still around her ankles, “Buffy now wait a minute!” Dawn leaned down to pull up her pants and Buffy stood marching towards her with a purpose. Before Dawn could get her pants fully up, Buffy had grabbed her and slung her under her arm. Dawn dangled at Buffy’s hip firmly held against her waist. Buffy admonished, “This could have been done the easy way, and it still can be… so, what’s it gonna be Dawn?” Dawn whined out, “Noooo! Buffy please! No!” Buffy let out another deep breath, “Fine Dawn, have it your way,” Buffy began spanking once more as Dawn kicked her feet, “How did you break in Dawn?” Dawn withered and screamed as she tried to think of a way to get Buffy to stop spanking her and not give Spike away.

Dawn flailed and kicked trying to get away from Buffy to no avail, and as she kicked Buffy noticed the sludge on her shoes a dawning realization coming to her, “The sewers… you went through the sewers didn’t you?” Dawn wailed, “Y… yes! Yes! I …I went through the sewers!” Buffy stopped spanking Dawn as she became filled with rage. “Spike… Spike took you there didn’t he?” Dawn sobbed feeling defeated but did not respond. Buffy started spanking again, “It was Spike wasn’t it Dawn! Tell me!” Dawn sobbed out, “It was all me Buffy! Please don’t kill him!” Buffy scoffed, “Kill him? Oh he’s gonna wish I’d killed him by the time I’m done with him!” Buffy stopped spanking Dawn setting her up right and turned to leave. Dawn ran after her grabbing her arm as tears poured down her cheeks as if a faucet were running through her tear ducts, “Buffy please don’t hurt him!” she sniffled, “I told him I was going to do it with or without him, and he just didn’t want me to get hurt by myself.”

Buffy’s jaw clenched, “Dawn, Spike knows better… or at least he should. What he should have done is come to me instead of helping you steal dangerous spell books.” Dawn whined, “Please Buffy… I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone he helped me… Now he’ll never trust me again!” Buffy sighed, “You didn’t tell Dawn, I figured it out on my own. It wasn’t that difficult… It’ll be okay, I’m not going to kill him…” she thought to herself, ‘No, I’m not going to kill him, I’m just going to spank the daylights out of him!’ Dawn nodded as she sniffled out a soft, “Okay…just…just be easy on him…” Buffy huffed, “Sorry Dawn, that’s not going to happen. Spike knows what he’s done is wrong, and he also knows there are consequences for his actions.” Dawn gave Buffy a worried look as she watched her leave.

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Spike was sprawled on top of the stone sarcophagus in the middle of his crypt when Buffy kicked his door in. If he had had a beating heart, it would have skipped a beat as he sat up and she strode quickly towards him. He slid down the side of the sarcophagus and took in a shaky breath as he saw how angry she looked, “Slayer… what brings you here tonight?” he tried to hide his fear behind a smirk. Buffy said nothing; she grabbed his arm spinning him around and pushed him over the sarcophagus holding him there with her hand in the small of his back and her leg entwined around his leg to keep him in place. Spike grunted as his pelvis was squished into the stone quickly aware of why he was being put in this position, “Buffy! Wait! I can explain!” he blurted out as he wriggled to get free. Buffy tossed his jacket to his side and roughly yanked his pants down causing a rush of goose bumps to race across his exposed flesh, “Go on Spike, I’m all ears,” she stated as she started to wail on his ass not holding back at all.

Spike yelped at the sudden invasion of painful swats, “It’s not what you think!” Buffy responded as she rapidly swatted one cheek four times before alternating to the next cheek and did the same, “It’s not Spike? Then you didn’t help my sister break into the Magic Box to steal potentially lethal magic items?” Spike grimaced, “She told you that did she? Oh balls…okay! Yes I did! But the lil git was going to go with or without me! Buffy stop! Can’t you stop long enough so we can talk about this?!” Buffy continued to reign down slaps as she huffed angrily, “I don’t think so Spike! It’s one thing when you go messing up on your own; but when my sister becomes involved in your childish escapades…!” Spike screamed out as Buffy put all her strength behind each blow; he wriggled uncomfortably as he thought, ‘I have to get away from her! Try to talk some sense into her!’

Spike kicked and squirmed but Buffy had a tight grip on him making it difficult for him to move, “Alright! Alright! As always, you’re right, I’m wrong! Do we really have to go through all this?!” Buffy quipped, “When it comes to you and I? Yes, I am, and yes, we do.” Spike’s ass was on fire, and his stomach churned at the thought that she had merely just begun spanking him, and the fact that she seemed angrier with him now than he’d ever seen her. He howled jerking left and right under her barrage of steady swats until he felt her lose her footing slightly allowing him to buck up and twist to the left throwing her off him. He rolled across the floor stopping long enough to pull his pants back up and say, “Listen pet, I know you’re in a huff about tonight, but I’m not going to let you spank me anymore… I got your point, and I’m sorry about lil’ sis …really I am!” Buffy jumped back to her feet and ran towards Spike, “Let me spank you Spike? I’ll be done spanking you when I say I’m done, and I highly doubt you’re nearly sorry enough yet.”

Spike gulped nervously and seeing the entrance to the lower level stated, “Right then, I’ll just give you a bit to cool down; we can do this dance again later if you like,” with that he took a running leap and fell down the hole preparing to enter the sewers to get away from her. Buffy was quick on his heels bounding down the hole right behind him, and when he turned back to look for her, she reached out grabbing a hold of him by his jacket. She tackled him before he could make it to the sewer entrance, and they thudded to the floor twisting and rolling. Spike turned his back to the wall and used Buffy to propel himself up to a standing position once more, “Buffy stop!” was all he got out before Buffy tossed him across the room and onto the full sized bed in the right corner of the room.

Spike crashed into the wall and looked up in time to see Buffy picking up Harmony’s hairbrush that had been forgotten on the nightstand when she’d left almost a half a year ago. He pressed his back against the wall bracing himself with his hands fanned out in a surrendering posture, “Now, now pet, I know what yer plannin’, but if’n you’ll listen to me a sec, I’ve got another suggestion…” Buffy interrupted with, “Spike, do you enjoy this?” Spike gave her a quizzical look, “Wha…What?” he shook his head no, “No! What kind of question is that? Does it look like I’m enjoying this!” he growled. Buffy climbed on to the bed and sighed, “Well, you seem to like to make this drag out more than it has to; don’t you realize, the more you resist, the more you’re making it worse on yourself. This is going to happen, I warned you the last time I had to punish you that I wasn’t going to go away.” Spike retorted, “Last time you weren’t so off your bloody rocker luv!” Buffy rebutted with, “Off my rocker Spike? Every time you open your mouth, you just keep digging a deeper hole.”

Spike’s mind raced as Buffy closed the distance between them; he was running out of room and out of options, “Look, I know what you said earlier… and believe me I respect your follow thru attitude, but can’t we just take a breather? You know…do some bloody yoga or somethin’?” Buffy tilted her head slightly, “What’s the matter Spike? You too afraid to face your consequences?” Spike scowled, “Well yea actually, does that grant me a reprieve?” Buffy smirked as she grabbed his wrist, “No, but good try.”

Buffy pulled him away from the wall and flipped him effortlessly onto his stomach. Spike gasped feeling exposed, and he desperately tried to twist onto his back to keep his ass out of further harm’s way. Buffy grabbed his elbow in mid twist and placed her knee on his jacket holding him entwined in a compromising position. Spike wasn’t ready to quit fighting, and he struggled under her to get the upper hand but Buffy was too strong and held him firmly. After several long minutes of resistance Spike’s strength began to wan, and the realization that he could not escape her wrath weighed heavily on him. Once more that shaky tightening feeling returned to his stomach as the last of the fight drained out of him leaving anger at himself for ending up in this situation and fear from the knowledge that he was about to really get it now.

The inability to stop her from going through with punishing him made him feel vulnerable and weak as tears pricked in his eyes, “Buffy?” his voice came out in a strained soft whisper. Buffy let out an audible sigh, “What is it Spike?” Spike decided to play his last card in hopes that it would save him from any further chastisement, “You have to believe me when I say I know what I did was wrong, and it’ll never happen again…I understand…really I do! …I put Dawn in danger… and …and I let her steal… which was very irresponsible of me by the way, and I’m truly feeling very sorry and all for what I put you through…” he hoped that Buffy would feel he’d learned his lesson and wouldn’t find the need to go through with spanking him any further, and if not, maybe at least she wouldn’t be so hard on him when she resumed his punishment.

Buffy only responded with, “Good, I’m glad you understand why I need to spank you; now that just leaves the spanking to get out of the way doesn’t it?” Spike groaned, “You won’t stop short of blisterin’ my bum into next Tuesday will you?” Buffy scolded, “Keep it up, and it might be next Thursday; either way, you’ve definitely proved tonight that this form of punishment gets through to you,” she paused long enough to pull his pants back down, “And to think, after I finished with you upstairs I was going to tell you I didn’t think spanking was helping you, but boy did you sure prove me wrong! I’ve got you confessing and apologizing now even before I discipline you.”

Spike frowned at this new information wishing he could kick himself for being such a git as he strained once more in vein to free himself of her grasp. Buffy grew tired of his struggling against her and wedged Spike’s arm in between his shoulder blades as she wrapped one leg over both of his legs restraining his movement. She planted her other knee against his stomach and pulled him flush against her immobilizing him further as she picked up the hairbrush lain at her side. Spike gulped watching her grab the implement and raise it in the air only to come down swiftly on his upturned ass as he yelped and bucked and Buffy swatted unrelentingly her anger evident in every blow.

The pain ricocheted through him as he thought despairingly, ‘I don’t know how much more of this I can take! Is she ever going to stop?!’ After another ten swats he yelled out, “No more! Buffy Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Buffy growled, “I bet you are sorry; you’re sorry you got caught, and you’re sorry that you’re being punished, but you’re not sorry you did what you did!” Spike whined, “Yes! Bloody hell! Yes I am! Buffy please! I can’t take this anymore! You win!” Buffy smacked down harder eliciting a renewed squirming effort on Spike’s part as she chided, “Win?! Is that what this is to you Spike? …a big game?” “No! I didn’t mean it like that!” he wailed as his voice cracked from his screaming, “I… I just … Buffy! I can’t think straight with you beating hell out of me!” Buffy huffed, “Well if you were thinking clearly to begin with we wouldn’t be going through this right now would we?”

Spike fell silent whimpering softly as the brush kept up a heavy assault on his backside; as the pain intensified he tried frantically to block some of the stinging blows with his feet or hand, but the way Buffy had him trapped, it was impossible to interfere. Spike’s body cringed and bucked overwrought with exhaustion from struggling against her steady onslaught, and his tears started to stream down his face as he gave up fighting and bitterly accepted his fate. Buffy noticed the change in him and her anger faded as she continued to spank Spike with a little less vigor.

The brush burned waves of pain that covered the entirety of Spike’s ass as Buffy chided, “I’m having a hard time feeling sorry for you Spike, you brought this on yourself… you do know that don’t you?” Spike whined into the mattress, “Y…yes Buffy… I…I know… I’m sorry.” Buffy frowned, “I know you’re sorry Spike… but I can’t let you get off that easily, I didn’t let Dawn off easy either.” Spike grunted sympathetically as he thought of Dawn and felt guilty for not convincing her to take on less dangerous pursuits, “I… I shouldn’t have helped her, if’n… if’n I hadn’t, neither of us would’ve gotten in this soddin mess,” he chocked out. Buffy continued to spank him as she sighed, “It’s a little late for that now. You need to realize that you can’t just do whatever you want when you want… especially with my sister! Now since you both broke into the Magic Box, I think you should both go there tomorrow and apologize to Anaya and Giles.”

Spike squeaked out, “What? You… you can’t be serious?! No way! I’m not gonna…” he started but Buffy renewed the strength behind her swats causing Spike to jump and squeal to avoid the new barrage of swats. Buffy admonished, “I’m very serious Spike! And you’ll not be moving from this spot until you agree to do it!” Spike cried out in defeat, “Fine! Okay! Okay! You’re bloody wish is my command! Just stop already!” “I mean it Spike! If you’re not there tomorrow at sunset, I’m gonna come looking for you… and you’d better hope! I don’t find you! Am I clear?” She punctuated her sentence with some particularly hard stinging blows. Spike sobbed softly as he whimpered, “Yes! … Y…yes …perfectly clear…”

Buffy tossed the brush onto the nightstand and released her grip on Spike’s arm to which he quickly brought his hand back to touch the scorched and swollen flesh. Buffy felt slightly bad seeing the bruises that had already formed on the welts the brush had made. Spike silently withdrew away from her curling his body into a ball as he pulled the bed sheet over himself fully to hide from her prying eyes, mostly he wanted to cover his tear stained face before he mumbled, “Said what you had to say…did what you had to do… now go away…” Buffy took a deep breath as she pulled her hair back out of her face, “Spike …stop it… it’s not like that…” she reached out laying her hand on his calf and he jerked his leg agitatedly trying to remove her hand. Buffy frowned, “If you’re going to be a brat about it, maybe I didn’t spank you long enough. Is that it?”

Spike seethed angrily at her remark but only mumbled out, “No…” Buffy scooted up on the bed closer to him and removed the sheet from his face to which he tried to regain control of and when she didn’t let him have it back he just gave her a scowl and folded his arms staring off at nothing in particular as long as it wasn’t her. Buffy couldn’t help but smile slightly finding this particular response from Spike amusing, “Listen Spike, I know you’re upset, but I just wanted to let you know I’m not mad at you anymore,” she caressed his cheek and smoothed his ruffled hair behind his ear to which he let out a sigh and closed his eyes, “You’re forgiven okay?” Spike merely nodded. Buffy repeated the soft stroking as she asked “Did you still want me to leave?” Spike answered in a whisper, “No…”

Buffy leaned down and kissed him on the forehead as she continued to caress him. He watched her; his love for her overwhelmed him to the point he felt it had encompassed him fully as he basked in her attentions. Minus the spanking, Spike wished this moment would last forever, “Buffy?” Buffy hummed, “Hmm?” Spike paused for a moment brushing the hair from Buffy’s face before saying, “Thank you… I mean, for carin’… and for stayin’… and well everything I guess,” he smiled a small grin. She smiled back, “Anytime.”


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Spike awoke grumbling to himself as he thought about the previous day; sunset was only an hour or so away and he sighed dejectedly knowing what he had to do. He rolled across the bed to a sitting position and quickly stood as pain arched through him; a frown creased his features as he peered back behind him to see a colorful display of black and blue splotches. ‘Nice,’ he scowled as he thought to himself, ‘This looks even worse than last time.” He dressed as quickly as was attainable and grabbed his coat heading for the door.

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The Magic Box’s lights were the only shop lights radiating light on the small strip mall’s street. When Spike entered, he saw Buffy and Dawn were already present. A wave of embarrassment and anger coursed through him as he clenched his jaw and looked around the shop to see all the other scoobies were in attendance as well, “Whole gangs here I see,” he mumbled to himself more than anyone else.

Xander quipped, “So, you got something ta confess there Spike?” Spike gave him a glare and spat, “I don’t have to listen to this,” as he turned to stomp right back out the door before Buffy growled, “Spike…” Spike let out an angry snort as he hesitated at the door a moment before turning back around. Buffy crooked a finger at him and pointed at the chair next to Dawn, “Come sit.” Spike glowered at her and spat, “I think I’ll just stand if it’s all the same luv.” Buffy took in a deep breath walking over to him and grabbed his arm tightly pulling him close and whispering harshly in his ear, “Drop the attitude okay, unless you really want to make a scene…” Spike looked at her astonishment covering his features before he looked down at his shoes and nodded, “Let’s just get this over,” he mumbled.

They both walked silently over to the back table where the others were seated; Buffy sat looking up at Spike who stood beside her with his arms crossed defiantly still refusing to sit. Buffy shook her head inhaling deeply, “Alright Dawn, you want to begin?” Dawn looked over at Spike and mouthed a silent, “I’m sorry,” before putting her head down sheepishly and taking a deep breath for courage, “I… we broke into your guy’s shop last night… and we stole some stuff… and we’re really sorry,” she looked up at Spike and then over at Buffy and the rest of the scoobies, “I hope you can accept my apology…” She stated softly. Buffy elbowed Spike who gave her a scowl before blurting out, “Yea, what she said.” Buffy gave him an agitated look to which Spike grimaced and backed away slightly to stand behind Dawn before mumbling agitatedly, “Yea, really sorry and all; won’t happen again.”

Giles plucked his glasses off his nose and wiped them on his shirt, “Well, it took a lot to come out here tonight and apologize in front of everyone, and I think I speak for both Anaya and I when I say that we forgive you, but we are disappointed.” Anaya huffed, “But don’t expect to not have to pay for that stuff; I mean forgiveness isn’t free right?” Xander put his head in his hands, “An’ hun… don’t worry about that right now, you’ll get your money back and…,” Anaya interrupted him with, “Damn straight I want my money back, and maybe a little free labor and…” It was Spike’s turn to interrupt now, “Can I go now? I said I would apologize, I didn’t say I’d stay and listen to this.”

Buffy rolled her eyes before responding, “Yea, go on.” Dawn’s eyes shot up and over to Buffy, “Can I go to?” she whispered to which Buffy nodded and asked Spike, “Will you walk her home Spike?” Spike nodded yes as he pulled the chair out for Dawn, and he and Dawn exited the Magic Box.

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The two walked in silence until the Magic Box was out of sight. Dawn sighed timidly as she mumbled, “I guess this would be a bad time to mention that Kevin asked me to the dance today huh?” Spike’s eyes flared as he looked at her in disbelief, “What?! You mean… yea lil’ bit, bad time… really bad time,” he groaned. Dawn pouted, “I’m really sorry I got you in trouble…” Spike lit a cigarette inhaling the smoke deeply before responding, “Not your fault…” Dawn queried, “So… then you’re not mad?” Spike lifted a brow, “Oh I’m mad alright… but not at you,” he took another deep drag looking out over the street before looking back at her with a sincere look and said, “She wasn’t too hard on you was she?” Dawn shook her head no, “I know she cares about me…and I guess I deserved what I got…,” It was then that she noticed Spike had been walking a little stiffly and she looked up at him concern contorting her features, “What about you?”

Spike shifted his gaze from her back to the street before replying, “Yea, I guess I deserved what I got to…” Dawn looked at him a little dumbfounded as she realized that she wasn’t the only one who had gotten spanked last night, “Oh… Spike… I’m so sorry…” Spike shook his head in frustration as he grasped the fact that she knew as well, “Don’t mention it… I mean it… really don’t mention it, not to anyone or I’ll pop yer head off like a grape!” he griped. Dawn looked down and smirked to herself as she giggled, “Don’t worry Spike, your secret’s safe with me.”