Red Skies at Night

(Red Light Series Interlude)

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Giles had come to see Willow .  She was teaching computer class and it was her last period of the day.  He wanted to make sure that she was doing all right, though he wasn’t sure why he bothered.  She had been handling it for months now since Jenny had…

Anyway, he thought it… dutiful, he supposed, to drop in occasionally.  Just to be sure.

It had nothing to do with… ‘Her.’

He didn’t know her at all- when he had asked Willow about her, she had merely said, “Oh, that’s Red .  She’s quiet.  A really good student, but she doesn’t say much.”  Giles had asked why she always seemed to be in the computer lab, no matter what time he dropped by.

“She spends most of her free time here, Giles.” Willow had said, offering no explanation.  “I think she would stay here all night if they left it open in the evenings.”

Giles had wondered at that.  Perhaps she just enjoyed the solitude and peace- not many spent time in the school after classes, barring those involved in the various sporting programs, and they seldom frequented the computer lab.  Or the library, for that matter.

Giles hesitated to admit, even to himself, that he found her to be quite striking- Her hair was quite red, wild and tousled on top, while clipped short on the sides with some design or other cut into it.  It reminded him somewhat of the scene in London during his youth- seeing the Sex Pistols, the Ramones, and other bands in the punk scene he was involved with.

She had a lovely body, curvy; with soft, voluptuous looking breasts.  Her sensuous pouting lips were riveting.  He started every time her wet, pink tongue darted out to moisten them.  Piercing blue eyes attentively tracked every movement she made on the computer screen.

She seemed to be spending most of her time on the “infernal machine” writing some story or essay.  When he had asked Willow about it, she had gone into a long dissertation on something called ‘fan fiction.’

Apparently, people appropriated characters from various television programs and films, and penned original stories based on these ‘borrowed’ characters.  Being a man of the classics- not to mention vast quantities of occult and mystical writings, Giles couldn’t see the draw himself.  He consoled himself that at least it was better than spending vast quantities of time in front of the television itself.  “Writing, even in this form, at least shows some creativity on the girl’s part,” he thought.

He tried not to wonder too deeply on why it was even important to him in the first place.

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One Friday, after a week’s worth of such visits, Willow finally confronted him regarding his behavior.  “Giles, it’s really nice that you come to visit, but don’tcha think it’s time you admitted why you’re really here?”

<<He's here again. He must like her a lot. Why wouldn't he? She's beautiful and smart and sexy and wonderful. Everything I'm not. Of course he likes her. He is human. And a man. A so very the handsome man. >>

Giles tried to pretend indifference, “ Willow , I am here because I have a responsibility to the students in this school.  I would be remiss not to make sure that you are doing all right in this position of responsibility.  Not only for your sake, but for the sake of the students that you have to instruct.”  His tone was strict, but not unkind- playing the strict instructor to a gifted, but headstrong, favorite student.

Willow gave him an arched brow and a look that was barely constrained laughter.  “You know, she’s a senior; she’s over 18; and she’s asked about you…” Willow began.

“I don’t know what… She asked about me?” Giles switched gears in mid-rant, startled by the non-sequitor.  He was embarrassed to have been so transparent that Willow could so easily see through him.

“Talk to her!” Willow instructed. 

“I hardly think that would be appropriate…” he began half-heartedly. 

<<Gosh, look at him! So tall, so confident, so in charge. And that voice! Why can't I stop hearing that voice? Why does it whisper in my ear such naughty things? [You're a naughty girl, aren't you, Red ? You need a good spanking, don't you, luv?] >>

Putting on her resolve-face, Willow said, “In a few weeks she’ll graduate.  She won’t be a student anymore.”  Placing her hand on his arm she said softly, “Giles, no one should have to be alone in this life.”  Stepping back to her desk, she grabbed a folder and handed it to him.  “I know you can’t be bothered to actually use a computer, so I took the liberty of pulling some of her writing off the net.”

Giles was intrigued by the deep blush Willow ’s face as she handed him the folder.  He raised a brow in question.

Willow blushed even further and ducked her head.  “It’s pretty… well…”

Giles smiled at the shy girl’s embarrassment.  “Erotic?” he asked.  At her nod he couldn’t help adding slyly, “Did you enjoy it?”

Visibly stiffening her resolve, she straightened her shoulders and looked up at him, still blushing, but defiant- “Yes.  I did.  Buffy enjoyed their effect on me as well, thank you very much.”

It was Giles turn to blush.  He still had some difficulty adjusting to the fact that Buffy and Willow were…  “Yes. Well…” was all he said.  He watched as she gave him a smug smile and gathered her things to leave.

<<Do not even go there, Red . Do not even try to imagine how good it would feel to have his hands on you - stroking your trembling backside - caressing gently - teasing your aching flesh - making you wait for the firm hand that you know is going to fall. Reigning down delicious blow after blow after blow … Oh my gosh! He's looking at me. What did she give him? He's coming over here! Why? He knows what I'm thinking! But how? I wasn't - oh, I couldn't have been - I didn't hear anything! >>

Giles stiffened his own resolve and walked over to the alluring redhead.  “Hello, I’m Mr. Giles, the school librarian.”

The young lady seemed ever so slightly taken aback, but gave him a pleasant smile, “Hmm, the library… That’s where all the books live, right?” Giles chuckled lightly at her joke, and enjoyed the answering sparkle in her lovely blue eyes as she continued, “I’m Red .”  She extended her hand to him.

Giles took her hand, noticing with pleasure the soft, warm skin.  Rather than shaking it, as she no doubt expected, he bowed slightly and brought it up to his lips.  Ignoring any thought of impropriety, he places a gentle kiss on the backs of her knuckles, inhaling deeply through his nose to capture the delectable scent of her luminous skin.

<<Oh, that voice! I swear, I am going to lose all control here. Good, he likes the funny. Just remain clam, girl, he's merely - kissing your hand? Oh my gosh! Wow! Way better than a shake. Oh boy! So much for control. >>

At her startled gasp, he quickly looked up into her eyes; what he saw there was not fear or discomfort, but rather arousal.  He eyes were dilated, and she seemed to be breathing a bit more deeply.  She made no move to pull her hand away, and, though he lowered it between them, he was in no hurry to let it go.

After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch between them, Giles smiled and let go of her hand.  “Ms. Rosenberg tells me that you spend a great deal of your time in here after classes,” he said steadily, if the slightest bit hoarsely.

It took Red a moment to respond, but her voice was even as she replied, “Yes, I- I like to work on the computer.  I don’t have one at home.”

Giles tried to maintain a nonchalant tone as he said, “Yes, well… In addition to being the place where the books live, I do have a few of these ‘dread machines’ as well.”  Giles basked for just a moment in the amused smile the beautiful young lady graced him with before continuing, “As it happens, I tend to work rather late on most evenings, and therefore the library stays open rather late as well.”

Red tilted her head slightly and just looked at him, as though she thought she knew what he was saying, but wanted to hear him say it out loud. 

Giles made his offer more forthright; “The computer lab closes in an hour.  If you should find that you still have… work… to do…” His voice unconsciously deepened into a more sensual tone as he finished, “feel free to come by the library.”

<<His eyes, it's as if he can see right through me. Is he doing what I think he's doing? Inviting me to the library, his library, tonight? When every one is gone? >>

Red blushed lightly and dropped her gaze as she answered, “Thank you,” was all she said.

Giles decided that that would be a good time to take his leave.  “Well, Perhaps, I will see you later this evening,” he said as he stood and walked toward the door.  Pausing, he looked back over his shoulder and noticed her eyes were following him out; specifically, following his bum out.  “I- I will look forward to it,” he said.

<<Oh, what a nice bum. Wonder what it would taste like with a bit of peanut butter smeared - On no! He just so caught me checking him out! And he's smiling.>>

He smiled as she blushed when she noticed that he had caught her stare.  His thoughts quickened at the thought that she seemed to be as attracted to him as he was to her.

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Giles avidly read through the material that Willow had printed out for him.  He was unfamiliar with the characters in the stories that Red had written, but that didn’t detract from the empathic and emotional quality of writing.  Then there was the erotic content.  He shifted uncomfortably as his trousers had become rather restrictive.  “Good lord,” he thought.  The imagery in these stories had him more aroused than he had been in a long, long time.  He tried to ignore the thought of Buffy and Willow acting out these scenes, but the only way to do so was to fantasize about playing them out with young Red herself.

In his wild youth, Giles had participated on both sides of the BDSM game.  He had found his time as a submissive to be rewarding- if one had the right Dom.  He had enjoyed even more his time as the Dominant.  He knew how vital it was to have the proper attitude, and to express the proper care for one’s sub in order to maximize their pleasure. 

He had experienced pleasure beyond measure when his Dom paid the proper attention to his needs.  He had also had some very bad experiences when faced with a Dom that was only interested in inflicting pain.  A little pain, applied in the right areas, at the right time, could enhance pleasure to the extreme, but it was a fine line.  It was vital that the Dom read their sub very carefully and pay attention their responses in order to know when it was time for pleasure; and when (and how much) pain would enhance that pleasure.

He prided himself in being a very attentive Dom.

Though it had been years since he had played the game, he did miss it occasionally.  Though he had not had any complaints from the few partners he had been with since that time, he nevertheless missed it.  He missed sending his sub into that rarified air that some called sub-space; where every last bit of their mind was focused on the physical and emotional sensation being applied to them.  Where the sub invested such trust in their Dom, that fear and concern were entirely erased, as was any thought or intention- they were in a purely reactive state- anticipation and fulfillment amalgamated into an upward journey that, when release was finally granted, exploded through their very soul.

It was such an intense and wonderful thing that he couldn’t help but wax poetic in his thoughts. 

This Red , she seemed to yearn for such release.  In everything she wrote, the protagonist ended up over someone’s knee, being driven to heights of passion by a good spanking.  One didn’t need a degree in psychology to see that the lovely girl wanted, probably needed, such attention to be paid to her.  He chuckled at the thought of Willow reading these stories in conjunction with Red ’s questioning about himself.  He could almost hear her saying, “Hello?  Freud much?”

Giles made a decision.  Despite wisdom to the contrary, and the risks involved; if Red showed up in his library this evening, he intended to give her what she so obviously wanted.  After all, Willow was right.  No one should have to be alone.  Not the exquisitely beautiful Red , and not himself.

His own anticipation mounting, he began to collect the necessary items.

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Giles was waiting in his office, enjoying a cup of tea, and trying to remain calm.  The computer lab had closed approximately ten minutes earlier, and he was concerned that she might be too nervous to take him up on his offer. 

He sighed in relief at the same time as he smiled in anticipation when he heard the doors to the library creak open and tentative boot-steps come into the library.  He heard a hesitant, “Mr. Giles?” and called out to her, “In my office.  Do come in.”

<<Am I really doing this? K, turning the knob, opening the door, but still, am I REALLY doing this? His office. I am in his office. With him. In his office, with him, I am. Breathe Red . >>

Giles let his eyes roam over the girl’s face and body as she entered his office and closed the door behind her.  She remained standing, having only taken a couple of steps in to the office.  He noticed her bookbag, hanging off of one shoulder, her hand pulling the strap forward around her so that it pressed into the flesh of her left breast, squeezing it slightly into its fair twin on the other side.  Her tight T-shirt accentuated the fullness of her chest, ending just barely above the waist of her pants, so that the delectable flesh of her lower belly appeared in flashes as she leaned this way and that.  He heard her begin to speak as his eyes roamed lower. 

“I- I just wanted to thank you for letting me come here after the lab closed, Mr. Giles.  I have some more… work.  If you would just point me to the computer?” she said quietly.

<<Why is he looking at me that way? Look at the desk. See the desk, not those oh so sexy eyes. Nice desk. Big, hard, perfect for - bad Red ! Bad, bad Red ! I am so very the bad!>>

Giles gestured to the pile of paper sitting on his otherwise cleared desk.  “Yes, I’ve just been reading some of your ‘work.’  Not what one would usually expect to see in a high-school English class,” he said with almost no inflection in his voice.

<<And he knows it. He has read my work and he knows just how bad I truly am. Oh boy. So cannot breathe here. Just back on out, Red . He knows and he is going to suggest that you seek serious help. He thinks you are in dire need of mental assistance, which, k, maybe I am. Still, I so do not want the man I love telling me that I…>>

Red ’s breath caught and she took a step back toward the door, panic rising in her eyes and her hand reaching out toward the knob when Giles added in as sensual a voice as he could muster, “You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you Red ?”

<<- naughty girl?>>

She froze and stood stock still for several moments.  Giles made no movements toward her, not wanting to spook her. After a bit, she dropped her hand to her side, remaining standing before him. 

Giles gave a small smile of approval and continued to let his eyes traverse her body.  He took in her shapely hips, imagining his hands holding on to them as he pleasured her with his tongue.  He followed down to her thighs, straining against the tight, worn denim.  Finally he took in her calves and feet, encased in heavy boots.

<<That's what he said. He said that. Naughty, that's the word he said. And again with the looks. Oh, to be at his mercy, his tongue pleasuring me in every way. He's standing. And still looking. And a smile. He can't possibly be thinking what I so very want him to be thinking. Can he?>>

Slowly, Giles stood up and approached the lovely redhead.  Her eyes fluttered shut as he reached out and took her bookbag from her shoulder. 

<<Here he comes. Reaching. Touching - oh my gosh, yes!>>

In a low voice he asked, “Wouldn’t you agree that you have been very naughty?” as he set the bag aside.

<<" Yes." …Oh gosh, I so said that out loud, didn't I?>>

Her whispered “Yes,” filled his heart with joy.  He had to restrain himself from laughing out loud in happiness.  Breaking character for the last time tonight in this little game, he gently took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up toward his, “Look at me, Red .” He asked gently.  Meeting her clear blue eyes with his own, he said, “I want this to happen, I want it- want you- greatly.  I want you to give yourself to me completely.  If that is more than you are ready for, now is the time to say so.” 

I am going to ask you only one time.  If you say ‘No,’ then I will return to my desk, and you will go out into the library, and do as you like.  You will be welcome to stay any night you wish, for as long as you wish- so long as I am here- and we will never speak of this again.”  Pausing for just a moment to be sure she followed, he continued, “If you say ‘Yes,’ you will be placing yourself in my hands to do with as I wish; trusting me to see to your pleasure in any way I choose.  Understood?”

<<He wants me. He - wants - me. All of me. Me. Oh wow. Is this really happening? In his hands? My pleasure? Trust? I am so going to faint.>>

Red nodded her head slightly.

Giles smiled and let go her chin.  He stepped back one pace and said, “You know what I want, Pet.  Now tell me, do you want to stay?”  Despite his confidence that the answer would be positive, Giles held his breath while he waited for her to speak.

<<Gosh I love his touch! Pet? Oh, I like that. I really like that.>>

 “Yes,” she said simply.

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“Sir…” Giles prompted gently.

“Yes Sir,” Red corrected instantly.

“Very good, pet,” Giles said.  He brought his hand back up to her face, delicately stroking along her jaw line to her ear.  He caressed the delicate shell of her ear as he spoke, “When I give you leave to speak, you may address me as Sir, or Dear Sir… nothing else.”  His hand moved past her ear and cupped the back of her head, tracing the design shaved into her hair with the tips of his fingers as he asked, “Do you understand, pet?”

“Oh yes, Dear Sir,” she whispered through a sigh.

Giles spent several minutes tracing the curves of her upper body with his left hand- avoiding her breasts except for an occasional brush up against the sides as he traced down one arm.  He said not a word, instead concentrating on his pet’s breathing.  He waited until her breathing was shallow and rapid, and he could feel the heat pouring off of her skin, before he spoke again.  “As I said, pet.  You’ve been very naughty.”  He trailed his hand down past the waist of her jeans finally, feeling the supple flesh of her well-formed derrière through the snug denim.

<<K, I just said yes. Yes is good. And that is good, the hand on my bum, oh yes, so very the good. Uh huh, stroking is nice too. Naughty, yes, that I am.>>

Red ’s breath caught in a strangled gasp as he stroked her bottom.

“I think that you need to be punished, pet.  What do you think?” he asked as he continued to enjoy the feel of worn denim stretched tightly over her delightful, round bum. 

“I am a bad pet, I know; and I gladly accept my punishment Dear Sir.”

<<Oh my gosh, he's really going to do it! Uh, oh boy, uh…>>

 “Hmm, what an absolutely delightful young lady,” Giles thought happily as he sat down on his desk chair, sitting unobstructed before her.  “Remove your boots, pet, socks too,” he instructed.  When she had complied, he continued, “Now your blue-jeans, pet.  You may leave your panties on… for now.” He said.

Red blushed deeply as she unbuttoned her jeans, “I- I’m not w- wearing any panties, Sir,” she said with apparent embarrassment.

Giles cock stiffened as fully as it could in the constraints of his trousers at her admission.  “Good Lord, pet. Why not?”

<<I'm not naughty, I'm bad. Way bad. So very the bad. And he likes it! >>

Red blushed even more furiously; slowly unzipping her jeans as she confessed, “After you spoke to me in the computer lab, Dear Sir.  I… I… had thoughts.  Thoughts about you, Dear Sir.  About this…” she waved her hand gesturing between them.

His eyes traveled up from the pale flesh and hint of red curls revealed behind the zipper of her jeans, and met her own.  He reveled in the look on her face as apparent embarrassment warred with arousal.  He nodded his head for her to continue her explanation, as he gestured with his hand for her to continue removing her jeans.

“I… My panties… they were… they got wet, Sir.  Very wet.  I- I had to take them off.  I had to clean up before coming here, Dear Sir.” 

<<I can't believe the way he's looking at me. >>

Her pants fell to the floor and Giles had to stifle a gasp at the sight before him.  This delicious looking girl, her lower half naked and flushed bright red, as was her face.  She had a thatch of red curls, cut short and trimmed into a neat triangle above her dripping sex.  “You’re wet again already, aren’t you pet?” he asked, though it was quite obvious by looking at her that she was.

<<Getting wetter by the second.>>

Red dropped her eyes to the floor, though she made no move to cover herself.  “Yes, Dear Sir.”

Giles smiled at the thought that his gentle stroking and teasing had had the desired effect on his pet.  “Such a wicked girl you are, pet.  Come here and lay across my lap,” he instructed.

<<Uh huh. No need to tell me twice!>>

Red hastened to assume the position, and Giles imagined that she had been eagerly anticipating this since she had walked in the door.

<<Oh my, I'm actually lying across his lap. Oh wow, uh huh, he's so gentle.>>

He gently stroked the firm, supple flesh of her gorgeous ass, letting the anticipation build even further as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I want you to count them out-loud pet.  We will start with ten; I think that is an adequate punishment for your behavior, Ok?”

<<Uh huh, k.>>

Red ’s voice was breathy and high as she answered, “Oh yes, Dear Sir.  Thank you Sir!”

Giles brought his hand down just hard enough to sting a bit.  Listening to the sound of his hard, wide palm against the soft, pliant flesh of her bum.  Spanking was an enjoyable pass time, but one had to listen to the sound- too hard could bruise, while too soft elicited no pleasure at all.  One wanted to hear a sharp smacking sound- raising a lovely pink color, and leaving a distinct stinging sensation on the surface of the skin only.  He gradually increased the speed of his strikes, alternating cheeks, until her ass was blushing hot red over its entire surface.  He also listened carefully to the tone of Red ’s voice as she counted them out, listening for any indication of pain at his hands.

<<Oh..oh, yes…my gosh, he's an artist! He knows just where to-ah! Mm…>>

If he was any judge, Red was getting nothing but great pleasure from this.

<<Oh, yes, mmmmm… It feels so, ohhhhh, yes! oh my, uh huh! I'm on fire! yes…YES…MMMMM, * gasp * mmmmm, YES!!!!!>>

By the tenth stroke Red was nearly shouting the count.  She was breathing heavily and her skin was very flushed.  Carefully watching for any negative indicators, he reached between her parted thighs and ran a single finger along her slit, collecting some of the copious moisture from her. 

<<Oh..mmmmm… oh yes! Please don't stop! Mmmmm…>>

She moaned in delight at the touch, but whimpered disappointedly as it was not repeated. 

<<Why did he stop?>>

Giles brought his wet finger to his face, deeply inhaling the sweet, musky scent.  He restrained himself from tasting, knowing that to do so would make him want to dive face-first into her dripping passion.  He had to deny himself that pleasure for the moment- he wanted to make this first encounter last as long as possible, he wanted to build her anticipation, to tease and torment he until the moment was on the edge of rapture.  Then, and only then would he allow her; or himself; the sweet release she craved.

“On your knees, pet, right here in front of me” he hoarsely whispered.

Red whimpered, but obeyed. 

<<Uh huh, but I want more, you, finger…oh please!>>

 “Now, pet, loose the rest of your clothes- but slowly, sensuously,” he said, regaining his voice.

<<Undressing is good. Slow Red , easy, be sexy…>>

Red tried to please him as best she could, sliding her hands up her hips and torso until they pushed her shirt up to just under her breasts.  She slid her hands under her shirt, visibly cupping the soft flesh of her breasts underneath it, until the shirt rode up her wrists and over the silky material of her bra.  She crossed her arms and grabbed the bunched up material and drew it up until it was over her head, her arms seemingly crossed and bound at the wrist by the twisted material.

An unintentional “Good Lord!” slipped out under Giles’ breath at the sight of his soon-to-be lover’s hands bound above her head like that, cementing an idea he had come up with for the finale to tonight’s scene.

<<Yes! He likes! Good Red . Keep going. Gosh, he is so, uh huh! I want him inside me so very the bad!>>

Red smiled at his exclamation, honored that she was pleasing him.

Giles member stiffened even further against the zipper of his trousers as she cast off the shirt, letting it fall, and bringing her hands back down over her ample chest, pausing to tweak her erect nipples lightly through the fabric, before undoing the clasp between the cups.  She shrugged off the open garment as her full breasts fell free of the confining material.  Giles breath caught slightly at the lovely sight.

“Touch yourself,” he instructed.  “Show me how you like to have your breasts played with.”

<<Just look at him, it's his hands on you. Oh yes, mmmmm, just like this, Dear Sir, yes, ohhhhh…mmmmm, feels so very the good, Sir,>>

Red stroked and touched, gently squeezing them up and together, sliding her palms up the steep slopes and over her aroused nipples, capturing them between middle and ring fingers and pulling them as her hands continued up her body.  She moaned as she stroked the soft, creamy flesh

After a minute or two of this, Giles said, “That’s very good, pet.  Now, since ‘someone’ made my lap all sticky and wet, I’ll need you to take my clothes off.”

<<Oh yes!>>

Red blushed at the comment but with apparent eagerness leaned forward and began to unbutton Giles shirt.  “May I touch you, Dear Sir?” she asked as his furry chest was revealed by the open buttons.

Giles smiled and said, “Don’t linger overlong, pet.  I want out of these clothes.”

<<Thank you! Thank you! Oh this chest!>>

 “Thank you, Sir!” she said, trailing he hands over the hair on his chest as she slid the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.  She hummed in frustration as she encountered his buttoned cuffs, having to stop and unbutton them before she could free him from the garment.

<<He's beautiful. More than beautiful. Oh, come on! Darn, stupid cuffs! Yes! >>

She trailed he hands around the skin of his stomach as she moved to unbuckle his pants and undo his trousers.  This time she thought ahead and bent down to take off his shoes and socks before proceeding with his pants.

After setting his shoes aside, she reached up to the waist of his trousers and slid them down, taking his boxer shorts with them.

Giles groaned as he lifted his hips to allow the cloth to pass.  He felt relief as engorged penis was freed at last from the confining clothing.

<<Now the pants. Oh, shoes first, good, now, oh yes! Down with the boxers and OH MY GOSH! WOW! UH HUH!>>

Red sat on her haunches, staring at his member.  He knew he was of good stature, but not outside the realm of normalcy.  He wondered briefly if she had ever performed oral sex before.  “Have you ever been with a man, pet?” he asked gently.

<<Badness. >>

“Never of my own will, Dear Sir,” she said- eyes cast down.

<<He's changed his mind. He doesn't want me anymore.>>

Giles was saddened to hear that.  He thought perhaps he understood why she spent so much of her free time at the school.  Not wanting to press anything that would harm his pet, emotionally or physically, he asked softly, “Are you alright with this, pet?”

<<He DOES still want me!>>

Nodding her head vigorously, she replied, “Oh, yes! Dear Sir.  I want you so much!  I trust you not to hurt me Sir, and I would be honored to be able to please you.  Just tell me what to do, Dear Sir!”

Giles smiled in pleasure at the eagerness of her tone.  Offering one last safeguard, he said, “Tonight is for your pleasure as well as mine, pet.  If I ask anything of you that makes you too uncomfortable to continue, just say…”

<<He's so kind. So this is what it's like, to have a man be kind to you. I love him. I'm in love with him. I…>>

He paused for a moment to think of a word- annoyed with himself for not having one ready.  “Hanukkah.” 

<<- Hannauka? >>

At her puzzled gaze he explained, “It’s a word not likely to come up for any other reason, Pet.”

“Hanukkah,” she repeated, as though testing it for feel.

<<A safe word. Gosh, he IS kind.>>

Giles leaned back, his erection having flagged somewhat during their discussion.  “Now then, pet, I want you to begin.  I will give you pointers as needed,” he said.

Red leaned forward and grasped the root of his member, circling it with thumb and two fingers, squeezing gently.  She ran her tongue up the underside, and then closed her mouth over the top and sucked, eliciting a moan from Giles.

<<Oh, he feels so, mmm, good. OH, he tastes so good! Mmmmmm, this is, wow! He moaned! Did I do that? I did do that! Hmmmmm, let's try this…>>

“That’s very good, pet.  Rub the underside of the head with your tongue while you…” Giles sighed in pleasure as she complied.  “Dear, Lord! Just like that pet.”

Red continued to work the tip, sucking and licking around the flared head.

“Lovely pet, now take it into your mouth a little deeper, don’t hurt yourself, but take it in as deeply as you can without gagging,” he instructed, having to work at restraining himself from thrusting his hips at the pleasant sensations she was eliciting.

<<He likes what I'm doing. He more than likes, listen to him. Take him in? K, I can..oh, mmm, yes, mmmmm…tastes sooooo good! >>

Red managed to take in just over half of his shaft before she began to gag.  Pulling back she said, “Sorry, Sir.”

<<I messed up. He's mad. He's going to tell me to leave.>>

Giles looked down with both concern and lust in his eyes at the lovely, flushed redhead.  “Shh, pet.  Try again, but not quite as far.  Move up and down on it while sucking…”

<<Thank GOD! He wants me to stay! K, easy, slow, mm, ohhh, yes…so sweet! >>

He suddenly groaned as she followed his instructions, “OOOhhhh yes, pet! Just like that!”  Panting in desire he said, “Now slide your hand up and down over the lower half… No, get it a bit wetter first, pet…  YES! Just like that… Oh yes, that’s perfect, pet.  Just keep doing that for a bit.”

<<He's groaning! I'm doing good. Way good! Way, way good! Maybe he's going to, oh, wow, uh, k…mmmmm, I bet it tastes even better than this.>>

Giles relaxed back and reveled in the pleasurable sensations his pet set off in him, stroking, licking and sucking on his engorged cock with great vigor.

It wasn’t long before Giles body began to twitch with impending orgasm.  He reached down and grasped the sides of Red ’s head.

<<Wait. What's he going to do? No, please, no!>>

She froze in place, and he wondered if she had feared that he would begin forcing her onto himself.  He quickly quelled that possibility, “It’s alright, pet.  I just need to stop now, or we’ll end things too soon.”

<<Thank GOD! I knew he wasn't like… I know he’s a good man.>>

She relaxed as he removed his saliva slicked member from her mouth.  “Sir, I…” she began.

“Yes, pet?” he asked.

Her beautiful, full lips formed a bit of a pout and she said, “I wanted… I would have… I would have liked to finish that, Sir,” she finished plaintively. 

Giles laughed with joy at that comment.  Stroking her face in his two hands, he said, “Another time, pet.  Tonight is about anticipation; about building the pleasure before releasing it.”

<<Gosh, I could listen to his voice all night long.>>

Red bowed her head and said, “Yes, Sir.  I’m sorry, Sir.”

Giles regarded her silently for a moment before asking, “Did you really enjoy that, pet?” 

Red looked up into his eyes as she answered, “Oh yes, Dear Sir.  It was wonderful!”

“Why?  What was there about it that you enjoyed so?” he asked.  He was curious as to her thinking.

“I enjoyed the way it made you feel, Sir.  When you moaned or groaned… well, a thrill shot through me, straight to my…” she trailed off as her hands moved down toward her still soaked pussy.

<<Ohhhh, so very the wet!>>

 “Ah, ah, ah! No touching yourself, pet.  Not without my permission.” Giles said quickly.

Red jerked her hands back to her sides.  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Giles smiled indulgently at her, “Remember pet, your pleasure is in my hands.  Mine alone.”

Red nodded, “Yes Sir.  I belong to you alone, Dear Sir.”

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Giles sat for a moment, shocked by the apparent sincerity and depth to her declaration.  His heart softened even further toward this magnificent creature before him.  “Stand up pet,” he instructed.

Red rose like a Siren before him, calling him to cast himself against the rocks of her lust and desire.  He stood up before her and leaned in to place a kiss against her mouth.  When he thought she might lift her arms to wrap about him, he pulled back.  Locking his gaze on hers, he whispered.  “Stand still, pet.  Focus on the kiss; on the feel of my lips against yours, my tongue against yours.  Feel the softness, the wetness, the warmth.  Let your awareness shrink to that singular joining of my mouth on yours.”

<<Mmmmm, so very the good, soft, sensuous, gifted mouth. Kiss me, English Sir, yes! My gosh, yes! Mmmmm...>>

He leaned back in and began to kiss her.  He went from soft and sensuous to hard and demanding, and back again.  He breathed in her breath, exhaling into hers.  When he judged that she was sufficiently focused, he slowly withdrew. 

He took her hand and led her as she walked docilely alongside him across the office.  He silently helped her up onto his desk and laid her out.  He lifted her arms over her head and crossed them at the wrist.  Taking the soft, silken cord he had set out for that purpose, he bound her wrists together, being sure not to cut off any circulation.  He trailed the cord down the side of the desk and secured it so that her hands were firmly bound to the surface of his desk.  He left her legs free for the moment.

<<Walking now. Walking is of the good. Desk is even better. Mmm, hard… silky… mmmmm, he’s tying me up. I like! Oh! I never thought I could feel this wonderful. >>

Giles took up an old favorite implement of his.  He had kept it sealed in a plastic bag, stored inside a manila envelope.  He had it with other office files when he moved into the office, and had never taken it home, as he had had no need for it.  Now he was glad to have it here.

“Pet, I want your focus on the feeling of your skin, so I would like to blindfold you.  If that frightens you, use the word I gave you earlier.  Do you understand?”

Red ’s breathing sped up sharply and Giles thought she would balk, but she just said, “I trust you, Sir.”

It gave Giles great pleasure and joy to have this darling girl place such faith in him.  He silently resolved that he would make sure to be worthy of it.  He gently wrapped a silk band about her head, carefully knotting it just in front of her ear, where it was unlikely she would knock it into anything and hurt herself during the throes of passion.

<<More silk. Oh, I am so going to- “Oh! “ Not going to, just did. Mmm, so very the good. I’m on fire.>>

He took pulled the mink glove over his hand and began to trail it across her stomach, extracting a gasp from the lissom body before him. 

<<Oh! What is that? Soft, mmmmm, feels so very the->>

Giles listened to her lightly panting and smiled when she moaned, “Mmm yes, oh please…”

With that, he began to stroke and caress her supple flesh, wringing from her every last gasp and whimper that he could for over twenty minutes.

<<I am so wet. There cannot be anything->>

The insides of Red ’s thighs were slick with her dripping arousal, and finally he could restrain himself no longer.  Removing the glove, he set it aside and leaned between her legs, laying his torso on the desk, and pushing her feet up nearly to her ass so that her legs were bent at the knee and spread wide.  He began to sensuously stroke her soaking thighs with his tongue and lips, suckling the sweet wetness off of her skin.

<<Dear Lord! He’s cleaning me! Mmmmmm, oh, such a tease…mmmmm… that wonderful, warm, so very the skilled mouth! I want him. I need him!>>

Red was nearly crying in desperation as he continued to tease his way to her hot, dripping pussy.  She moaned and begged him to give her the release she craved.

Giles ignored her pleas, though his own need was almost overwhelming.  He guzzled her succulent juiciness with his mouth, devouring her from the source of her flowing sweetness.  He was careful to stimulate her to the edge of orgasm, but not tip her over that edge.  He wanted her to be drawn taut   on the verge of cumming, her body humming with tension until he was ready to trigger her release.

<<I cannot take this. It’s torture. Pure, sweet, delicious torture! No more, please. I need you inside of me, please!>>

Finally when she was sobbing, and his own need was more than he could bear , he stopped feasting upon her.  He walked around her and loosened the trailing cord until he had enough slack for what he wanted. 

<<Now what? Oh please, Sir, Dear, Dear Sir, fuck me, please!>>

Walking back around his desk, he leaned in and grasped her legs, hugging them to his chest.  With one foot on either side of his head, he lifted her lower torso, and slid her back until her bum was on the very edge of the desk, and her hands were once again extended above her head.  Her breasts were pulled up toward her neck by the stretching of her arms, and they bobbled and quivered with every twitch and movement of his pet’s responsive body.  Reaching around and past her legs, which were laid up against his chest, he bent them back towards her body until he could reach her heaving bosom.  He reached down with one hand and guided himself until just the tip of his throbbing cock was nestled between the swollen lips of her sex. 

 “It’s time, pet.  You’ve more than earned your reward.” He said as she stilled her movements at the sensation of his imminent entry to her trembling flesh. 

“Please, Sir.  Please, I need you inside me, I have never needed anything like I need you right now!  Please, I beg you, Dear Sir!” she pled ardently.

Giles trapped the erect peaks of Red ’s heavy breasts between his first two fingers on each hand, and began to stroke his thumbs in a circular path over the very tips of her turgid nipples.  At the same time, he slowly slid his tumescent shaft into her quavering body. 

<<Oh yes! Yes, my gosh yes! Fuck me, Dear Sir! Fuck your Pet! >>

As he slid home, his pelvis pressed against hers, they both let out a loud groan.  Giles withdrew nearly completely and once again slid slowly home.  He began to thrust with long, deep strokes- increasing in speed and power until her was fairly pounding into her. 

Red was wailing and thrashing her head back and forth between her arms as he drove her into his desktop.

Giles knew he was just about to loose all control, and he moved one hand between her legs where they were joined, pressing her swollen bundle of nerves into the top of his shaft as it slid in and out.

That was the trigger that Red needed.  She let loose an almighty shriek as the pleasure went through her like the tremors of an earthquake.  Her body verily sang with release- her consciousness was nearly wiped out by the ferocious crashing shockwave of sensation that traveled through her.  Her shriek trailed off into a slowly warbling wail that reminded Giles of the sound of an American police siren- gradually rising in tone and volume, then dying away only to arise once again.  Had there been another living soul in the school, or even on the school grounds, they would have no doubt heard

For his part, he felt as though his cock was caught in a hot, wet, velvet fist.  Her contractions squeezed him nearly to the point of pain, and he released into her heat with long shuddering jets of cum.  He hadn’t had an orgasm of this intensity in over a decade, and had forgotten how amazing, how powerful, and how debilitating they could be.  He barely caught himself from collapsing on the girl as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her own release.

He let go of her legs and reached up to release her hands from the ropes, his fingers clumsy with fatigue.  With the absolute last of his strength he lifted the girl up to his chest and carried her as far as the couch before collapsing. 

Red had enough strength in her to drape her freed arms about his neck and wrap her legs around his waist so that he remained inside her as they moved. 

<<I’m gone, lost in this wonderful man and what he has done to me. Oh, yes, mmmmm, I am his, yes, forever… always… love him…>>

They both surrendered to Morpheus’ arms as they hit the couch.

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Willow and Buffy, returning from a rather uneventful patrol, were just about twenty meters from the door to the building containing the library when they heard a shriek followed by an undulating wail ring out through the air.  Buffy was about to charge in as Willow smirked and said sotto voice, “Giles! You stud, you!”

Hearing her girlfriend’s comment, Buffy was nonplussed, “What are you talking about Will?”

Willow hooked her arm in Buffy’s and steered her away from the building.  “We’ll report to Giles tomorrow, Buff.”  After tugging at Buffy’s arm until she started to move, they headed away from the school toward Willow ’s house.  Willow ’s voice trailed off as they walked away, “Remember that fan fiction we read together a few nights ago?  Yeah that one.  Well it’s like this…”

The end.