Lesson #1

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“Buffy!”

Buffy’s head shot up, straining against the black leather collar around her neck.  The silver studs twinkled with the flickering light of the candles.

“Yes…”

A hard crack resounded within in the confines of the small room followed by Buffy’s gasp as her body rocked forward, also straining against it’s wrist and ankle holds. 

Willow pulled hard on the leash attached to the collar; bringing Buffy’s head back again, where Willow could see her face.  She glanced at the leather wrist restraints that kept Buffy’s arms outstretched, knowing that the Slayer could break free and literally break her if she really wanted to.  But, Willow suspected, if that were what Buffy wanted, then she wouldn’t still be training the girl.

“Excuse me?!” Willow growled into Buffy’s ear, tugging on the leash.

“Uh… M-m-mistress!”

“That’s right! You will always refer to me as Mistress, is that understood?” Willow asked in a low but firm voice, rolling the handle of her bullwhip over Buffy’s very red and very raw ass cheeks.

“Yes Mitress!” Buffy gasped out, unable to prevent her hips from rocking back and forth as they had been doing most of the evening. 

Willow ’s closeness and the touch of that rough bullwhip handle against her ass, promising more than pain was driving her crazy.

“Oh Buffy,” Willow started, stepping away from the Slayer without dropping the leash. “I thought I told you not to move.”

“I-I’m s-sorry Mistress… I-I can’t… I can’t help it!”

The Slayer was fighting with her own body. She was drenched in sweat and every ounce of her seemed to throb in rhythm with her wet sex.  She knew that the only way Willow would touch her would be to keep still while she endured her punishment. But she also knew that the punishment wouldn’t stop as long as she kept moving.  She didn’t know which she wanted more, for Willow to touch her so she could come, or for her to whip her more.  She thought that she might achieve orgasm on her own if she had to endure many more lashes from Willow ’s expert hand.

“Well I guess we’ll have to start all over again, won’t we?”

Buffy didn’t say anything. She was waiting for the fresh stings with a mixture of fear and need. To answer right away would please Willow , but to delay a response might cause her Mistress to put more force behind those blows and somewhere deep inside, that’s exactly what Buffy wanted. She wanted to be broken, and she knew that Willow was the only one who could take her there, who could show her and give her what she needed. 

“Won’t we?!!” Willow growled again.

“Yes Mistress!”

Willow knew what was going on.  She knew Buffy wanted this, needed this.  She knew that the Slayer would push her, test her until Willow really let her have it, until Willow forced Buffy into total submissiveness and that had always been the plan.  But good things come to those that obey and wait, thought Willow . 

“You really do need to have every inch of your ass whipped don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress…”

“Mmmm… I thought so. Now pay attention like a good little slave.”

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