Buffy went back up to her room to get ready for her afternoon training session with Giles and Faith at the Magic Box. She knew that Xander and Anya would be there too, so she wanted to dress herself in something sexy. She set a goal for herself: to dress in something so sexy that the Reward magic wouldn’t step in, to make it even sexier. Her first thought was to keep it simple. A simple, white, tube top, to cover her breasts. Something that made it clear to anyone looking at her that her breasts weren’t being held up by any artificial support, and made from a fabric that was only slightly on the opaque side of translucent. Her nipple rings, and the chain connecting them were clearly evident to anyone who looked. As were the several inches of exposed chain that ran down across the tanned, and toned skin of her stomach, to disappear again into her pants. She wasn’t wearing any underwear (of course) and the tan slacks she was wearing hugged her hips, butt, and thighs snuggly. She checked herself out in her mirror, turning this way, and that; twisting around so she could see her butt; see that there were no wrinkles in the material. She finished the outfit off with a pair of high heeled sandals.
Now, she just had to get out of the house without her mother seeing her like this. Joyce might have reluctantly accepted some aspects of the Reward, but Buffy didn’t think she would approve her her daughter going out in public dressed the way she was. She grabbed her gym bag, with her training clothes in it, more as a matter of habit than anything else, since she was sure that Xander would give her something appropriate to wear, but it also had the fresh towels that she’d washed, to go back into the small shower in the shop’s bathroom. She stuck her cell phone and wallet into pockets on the side of it.
She went carefully down the stairs, until she heard her mother in the kitchen, then made a dash for the door. “Bye Mom!” she called, as she went out it. “I’m heading for the Magic Box!”
She almost had the door closed when her mother called out, “Oh! Buffy!”
She turned back, and mostly hid behind the partially open door, while trying to look like she wasn’t hiding, when she asked “What, Mom?”
Joyce was at the far end of the hall. “Remember to invite Xander, Anya, and Faith to dinner tonight. I want to see them all.”
“I will, Mom. See you tonight!” Buffy breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door. She’d made it. She started to walk briskly toward the Magic Box, her head up, shoulders back, hips swaying, and very conscious of the looks she was getting from men and women that she passed. She might not have wanted her mother to see her dressed this way, but she wanted everyone else to.
Buffy bounced happily into the Magic Box. The looks she’d been getting all the way here had made her feel good, and now, she was imagining the the sequence of expressions that would cross Xander’s face, when he saw her. He’d start out happy, and welcoming, the way he always was, and she pictured his eyes widening in surprise, and growing lust, as they tracked down her body. Maybe he’d drag her into the back training room so he could fuck her, before her training session with Giles started…
She saw Faith, before she saw Xander, and Faith’s reaction was pretty much the one she’d imagined Xander having…but without the dragging into the back for pre-training sex. Faith was engaged with a customer at the cash register, so her reaction was constrained to just the brief look, and a smile flashed at her. Buffy was a little puzzled by the way Faith was dressed, though. It was nothing like the sexy sales girl outfits they’d been wearing yesterday. In fact, it looked more like—
“Buffy!”
“Xander!” She spun toward his voice, and smiled brightly at him, watching the anticipated sequence of expression sweep across his face. Welcome, surprise, a quick darting glance up and down her body, a slower look, that stopped to dwell for some brief seconds on her points of interest. Two of them were looking, and feeling, very pointy at the moment.
Xander visibly forced himself to look back up at her face, and stepped toward her for a quick hug, and a kiss. It wasn’t dragging her into the back for a quickie, but Buffy liked it too. “You look amazing!” he told her.
“Thank, you! And speaking of the way people look, why is Faith dressed like my mom?”
Three more sets of eyes were suddenly directed toward Xander.
“That’s where I’d seen that outfit before,” said Giles.
“It was Giles’ idea!” Xander said quickly.
“Giles?” asked Buffy, turning to look at him.
“At no time did I tell Xander that I wanted Faith to look like Joyce.”
“No, you said that you wanted Faith to look professional and sophisticated, to project the right sort of image for your shop,” said Xander. “And Buffy, your mom is the most professional, sophisticated woman I know, so I thought about how she dresses when she’s working in her gallery, and that’s the way I made Faith look.”
Faith had finished with her customer, and come over to join them. “Well, Mrs. Summers always did have an eye for style. I think you made a good choice.” She kissed Buffy hello.
“Y-yes,” stammered Giles. “Now that you mention it, Joyce is an excellent model for you to have chosen, for the image I want my shop to have.”
“Though I doubt if she’s wearing the crotchless panties, and a garter belt when she’s at work,” said Faith.
Buffy felt a flash of desire, as she imagined lifting Faith’s skirt to see for herself.
Giles took off his glasses, and studiously polished their lenses. “That was, as I believe you young people say today, too much information.”
Buffy couldn’t help thinking that maybe Giles was imagining lifting her mother’s skirt, to have a look. She needed to get them onto a safer topic. “I told Mom about the Reward, this morning. She told me to invite you all to dinner, tonight.”
“Myself, as well?” asked Giles.
“Ah…she didn’t mention you, but sure, you can come too, help with some of the explanations. Just a sec.” She pulled her phone out of its pocket in her gym bag, and called home. Her mother answered promptly. “Hi, Mom, I’ve invited everyone to dinner tonight, Giles too. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course it is, Buffy,” said her mother. “I’m always happy to see Rupert.”
“Yeah, and he can help with the explanations, and be someone for you to get all uncomfortable with, if we talk about sex.”
“Just remember that Dawn is going to be here, as well,” said Joyce.
“Right,” said Buffy. “So no kinky sex talk, at all. Love you, Mom. Bye!”
“Bye, Buffy!”
Buffy put her phone away. “Giles is now on the officially invited list.”
“Very well.” Giles looked around the shop, which was currently clear of customers. “I believe it is time to start your training session.” He gave Buffy’s clothes a look. “Anya can mind the store. Perhaps you should change into something more appropriate?”
“I got it, Giles,” said Xander, and the light flashed. Buffy saw that Faith was now dressed in a camouflage patterned body suit, that looked almost spray painted onto her. Her hair was pulled back into a single braid, and she was wearing a beret on her head. Buffy looked down at herself, and saw that she was dressed in an identical outfit. It felt good.
Faith sprang to attention, and snapped a smart salute at Xander. “Sir! Slayer First Class Faith reporting for training, Sir!”
Buffy was startled, for a moment, but she quickly decided that she should be saluting too. “Sir! Slayer First Class Buffy reporting for training, Sir!” She held her salute, in her best imitation of Faith’s, wondering what was supposed to happen next.
Xander returned their salutes, and Buffy lowered her arm, when she saw Faith do so. “Well done, but there are a couple of things for you to do differently,” he said.
“What is that, Sir?” asked Faith.
“First of all, for Slayer related duties, Giles outranks me, so he’s the one who gets the salutes, if he’s here.”
“Now, just one moment, Xander—”
“Giles, proper discipline requires a clearly delineated chain of command, and you have much more knowledge, training, and experience than I do. I might be the Slayers’ captain, but you are our colonel, so you are going to be receiving salutes from Buffy and Faith, when they report for training, when they report for patrols, and when they deliver their after patrol reports. How you respond, is up to you, but I would remind you that not returning a salute is highly insulting.”
“Very well, if you insist. What was the other thing?”
“Right! Buffy! Take a look at your right sleeve.”
Buffy did so, and saw the three chevrons of her rank insignia. She glanced at Faith’s sleeve, and saw a single chevron, with a rocker beneath it. She’d had various military insignia explained to her, once, during her very brief membership in the Initiative. “I’m a sergeant?” she asked.
“That’s right, Slayer Sergeant Buffy, you are,” said Xander.
“Why do I outrank Faith?”
“Same reason Giles outranks me. You’ve got four more years of experience as a Slayer than she does.”
“Let’s try that report, again, and Buffy, as the Senior Slayer, when Faith is with you, you do the saluting for both of you.”
Buffy nodded. “Right.” She turned to Giles, came to attention, with Faith coming to attention beside her, and saluted. “Sir! Slayer Sergeant Buffy, and Slayer First Class Faith, reporting for training, Sir!” Though her, and Faith’s, faces were solemn, Xander could see a glitter of amusement in their eyes, and feel their inner pleasure.
Giles shot a slightly annoyed look at Xander, before he returned Buffy’s salute, only he did it in the British style, with his palm facing outward. “Very well, ah, carry on?”
“Yes, Sir!” said Buffy. “Come on, Faith, let’s go get warmed up.” They started toward the training room.
“Faith!” called Xander after them. “Tell Buffy the rules for standing at attention, while you’re warming up.”
“Yes, Sir!” said Faith, following Buffy out of the room.
“What do you think, Giles? Can you handle being their C.O.?”
“I suppose, if I must. It is an improvement on their usual deportment.”
“You don’t happen to know anything about how to do this sort of thing, do you? I remember a bit of it, from my soldier memories, but it’s all pretty rusty. Most of the rest of it, I only know from movies—which is mostly wrong. The only thing I’ve taught Faith so far, is how to stand at attention, and salute.”
“Oh, yes!” said Giles. “The Council puts all prospective field watchers through the Vicars and Tarts course at Sandhurst.”
“Vicars and Tarts?” asked Xander. “Do I want to know?”
“It’s the short course at the Royal Military Academy usually given to professionally qualified officers, those not in the regular chain of command: military doctors, lawyers, chaplains, that sort of thing. The cadets there for the much more extensive regular army officer training call it the Vicars and Tarts course.”
“Ah! Right. So, shall we go see how our Slayers are coming along with their warm-up?”
“You just like watching them do their stretching exercises,” said Giles.
“Always!” said Xander. “And Giles, be sure to ask Faith for her report on last night’s patrol. I think you’re going to like it!”
“Did something important happen?”
“Oh, I think I’ll let Faith tell you about it.”
“…so then Xander starts prancing around like a lunatic, and singing!” Faith was “standing easy” as Giles had called it: a more relaxed version of the parade “at ease” posture that he had taught them, as she delivered her patrol report.
“Prancing?” asked Giles.
“Singing?” asked Buffy, who was standing easy beside her.
“Why don’t you show them, Xander?” said Faith. “You know you want to.”
“Oh, alright!” Xander started doing the Snoopy Dance, and singing: “Ding-dong, the Spike is dead! The wicked Spike is dead!”
Buffy giggled at the sight, but then she stopped. “Okay, it was funny, but there is a downside to this. Who am I going to beat up for information, now?”
Xander stopped dancing, and singing. “You could always go back to threatening Willy, and his clients.”
“Were there any other significant events, last night?” asked Giles.
“Not really, other than the traffic accident,” said Faith. “A demon driving a truck ran into a car. Demon and driver of the car were both killed. Uh…Xander kinda knew the guy in the car.”
“Xander?” asked Giles.
“It was that intern from the hospital, Buffy. The guy who helped you out with the paperwork, and kept Dawn distracted before we got there.”
“Shit,” said Buffy. “He seemed like a nice guy. Are you sure it was an accident?”
“I talked to one of the cops,” said Xander. “One of the competent ones. It looked to him like the truck just ran a stop sign.”
“Okay…uh, try not to mention it to Dawn, if you can avoid it. I think she liked him too.”
“We’ll do that,” said Xander.
“Very well,” said Giles. “Time for some light sparring, I think. Slayers, attention!” Buffy and Faith both snapped to attention. “Fall out!” They both took one step back, turned, and then walked quickly to the matt covered area of the floor.
Buffy and Faith faced off on the matts. They started by first giving each other a shallow bow, while maintaining eye contact, and then stood still looking at each other for a few seconds. At some silent signal that passed between them, they burst into a flurry of action that was too quick for Xander to follow. ‘Light sparring’ for a pair of Slayers, in another context would look like a pair of martial arts masters seriously trying to kill each other.
It lasted barely a second, and then Faith and Buffy were back just looking at each other, with puzzled expressions on their faces.
“That was weird,” said Faith.
“Yeah, cool though,” said Buffy.
“Hell, yeah!” Faith attacked Buffy again, and if anything, this attack looked even more vicious than their first encounter. This time it ended with Faith cartwheeling across the room, and coming to a stop on the balls of her feet, ready to rush at Buffy again.
“Hold it!” said Giles. “What are you two talking about? What is weird, and cool?”
“These uniforms Xander gave us,” said Buffy. “They seem to be acting like armour.”
“What?” asked Xander.
“They seem to be pretty normal, nice and flexible, almost feel like they aren’t even there, most of the time,” said Faith. “But if you hit them, they turn hard.” She poked at her upper arm with her finger tip, and Xander could see the material give. Then she rapped on it with her knuckles, and it sounded like she’d hit something hard.
“Astounding!” said Giles. “Did you plan for that, Xander?”
“No. I wanted something tough, something that would give them some protection, but I didn’t consciously make them that way.”
“I wonder how strong they are?” asked Giles, “Though I am reluctant to seriously test that, while Buffy and Faith are still wearing them. I don’t suppose one of you could take yours off?”
“Uh, no Giles,” said Buffy. “There don’t seem to be any zippers or buttons or anything like that on these outfits. We’re wearing them until the Reward magic takes them off for us.” She looked toward Xander. He almost thought that she was offering to let him take her clothes away from her, right there, in the training room, in front of Giles. Xander might have done it, if he didn’t think it would risk giving Giles a heart attack. He didn’t think he would have to do that, to get them something to test with, though. He concentrated for a moment, and the light flashed. Buffy almost looked disappointed to discover that she was still dressed, as was Faith. The practice dummy was dressed now too, in something that looked similar to what the Slayers were wearing.
“Ah!” said Giles. “Very good. Buffy, and Faith, continue with your sparring, while Xander and I examine this, but do not depend on your new armour. Remember: it is still better to evade or deflect an attack, than to block it. I don’t want to see you falling into any bad habits, relying on your clothing to protect you.”
Xander came up beside him, at the practice dummy. “Like we could actually see if they start slipping into any bad habits,” he said quietly. “They’re both moving much too fast for me to see what they’re doing.”
“Quite,” said Giles. “Willow is looking into finding some affordable high speed video cameras for us to record them, and then replay at a speed that merely human eyes can follow.”
“That would be helpful,” said Xander.
He and Giles spent the rest of the training session, while Faith and Buffy were sparring, testing the outfit on the training dummy. They discovered that it was impervious to knives wielded by merely human strength, and to crossbow bolts. They also discovered that it had a limited amount of give, so that even under slowly increasing pressure, it would turn hard eventually, so it could protect the Slayers from crushing injuries too. They had Buffy and Faith break off from their sparring long enough to test if a Slayer could penetrate the fabric with a knife: they couldn’t. Xander started thinking about the combination to a storage locker that Riley had left him, but those tests could wait for another day, as could the tests with some power tools that he knew could cut through just about anything.
Xander noted the time. “I think it’s time to wrap this up for the day, if we’re going to make it to Buffy’s house in time for dinner,” he told Giles.
Giles checked his own watch. “Really? There seems to be quite a bit of time, still.”
“Yeah, but we don’t want any random bondage happening in front of Joyce, or worse, Dawn,” said Xander. “Which means that I think we’re going to need some time for Buffy and Faith to, uh, work off some steam, before we head over to the house.”
“Right! And the less I hear about that, the better!” Giles turned his attention to the sparring Slayers. “Slayers, fall in!” he called in a loud, clear voice. Giles had started out the session by giving a quick lesson on the basics of how to stand at attention, at ease, and so on, and how to fall in, and out of their two Slayer formation. The rules he gave them were a bit different from what Xander remembered, but he supposed that the British did things a little differently. He also suspected that Giles had lightened up a couple of the rules, such at the one about talking while standing easy.
Buffy and Faith stopped their sparring, quickly backed away from each other, and gave each other the formal bow that acknowledged the end of the sparring session to each other, before running to stand in a parade rigid at ease in front of Giles.
“Attention!” ordered Giles, and they snapped to attention. He followed that order up a few seconds later with a “Dismissed!” They each took a step back, followed by a turn to their right, and a quick, three step march away, before they both broke into a short run that brought them to Xander, bouncing eagerly like a pair of puppies hoping to get a treat from their owner. Xander knew that they’d both heard his comment about them having to blow off some steam, even if they hadn’t reacted to it, while they were training.
Xander put a hand behind each of their heads and pulled them in close for a three-way kiss. He slid his hands down to their asses, and gave a squeeze to a cheek on each of them. He brought his arms back up to hold them each in a hug around their shoulders. “Good training session,” he told them, “and now I think you’ve earned a bit of a reward for how hard you’ve been working.”
“Yes, Xander?” they asked eagerly.
He gave them a grin, and lowered his voice. “When you’re taking your shower, you can each give the other one orgasm. We don’t have a lot of time, though, so use your Reward Rings.”
“Yes, Sir!”
He gave each of them a hard slap on her rump. “Off you go! I want you back out here in fifteen minutes!”
Xander smiled to himself as he watched the backs of Buffy and Faith as they dashed to the small bathroom, with its shower, that had been added to the back of the Magic Box.
Buffy loved sparring with Faith. She hadn’t had anyone who could challenge her abilities like Faith did since… the last time she’d had Faith as a sparring partner. Angel might have pressed her abilities that way, but when they had sparred, he had always held himself back. As Angel, he had never been the challenge that she knew he could be. Angel had never approached the ability of Angelus when he was sparring with her. He had always held himself back; he never risked that he might hurt her.
Faith didn’t hold back nearly as much. She, and Buffy, pulled blows that might kill or maim, but they did try to bruise each other. And as their confidence grew in the protection their uniforms were giving them, they stopped pulling a lot of their punches, too.
Buffy was still the better fighter. Faith had been out of the game for a year and a half, between her coma and her stint in prison, and she hadn’t had much opportunity to practice during that time. The prison officials got upset if she destroyed equipment, and it didn’t make her popular with the other inmates, either, since the prison was always slow getting the broken equipment repaired or replaced. She’d had a few fights, during her first months, as the inmates at the top of the prison pecking order had tried to put Faith into the place that they thought she belonged. That pretty much stopped after Faith had been jumped by a gang of half a dozen women one afternoon in the prison exercise yard. Before the guards had been able to get through the crowd which had gathered to watch the new little white girl get the beat down she deserved, Faith had, using only one hand, broken the left arms of every one of her attackers, and would have walked away completely unmarked, if not for the fact that she’d stood still when the guards finally got there to “end” the fight that she’d already finished.
While the training session had been ongoing, Buffy had been able to set aside how turned on Faith was making her, but as soon as Giles called an end to it, those feelings came welling up in her, and she could see from the look in Faith’s eyes that she felt it too.
Xander knew them both well enough that Buffy could tell that he saw it too, and that was why he sent them off to the showers together. She was only a little disappointed that Xander didn’t come along with them. From what she’d overheard him say to Giles, she was sure that he’d be doing something with them, as soon as they got home. In the meantime, she had Faith…
Buffy was kissing Faith as soon as they got into the bathroom. She didn’t notice when her uniform disappeared—she barely felt it when it was there—but she did feel it when her nipple rings came back. The pain nearly made her come, but Xander had told her she could only do that once, and she wanted to prolong the feeling for a little while longer. The way Faith moaned against her, told Buffy that she was feeling the same thing. She forced herself to pull away, and look at Faith. She was as naked as Buffy was, and like Buffy, her rings had a single gold chain looped through all of them.
Buffy grabbed Faith’s chain, between her tits, and used it to yank her back to her for another searing kiss. She kept hold of the chain after breaking off the kiss again. “Xander told us to shower,” she told Faith. She kept hold of the chain, dragged her into the shower stall, and turned on the water.
People said that a cold shower would slack sexual desire, but it didn’t work for Buffy. The shocking near pain of the first burst of cold water, before the hot water worked its way through the pipes, nearly made her come again. She pulled Faith to her for another kiss.
Faith pushed Buffy away. “We’re supposed to be washing,” she said.
“Right.” Buffy grabbed the bottle of body wash, and squeezed some out onto Faith. She pressed herself against her, rubbing their bodies together, and rubbing her hands all over Faith. Faith was doing the same to Buffy.
Buffy took hold of Faith’s hair. “We don’t have much time.” She pushed Faith’s head down, between her legs. “Make me come.”
“Yes, Mis—” Faith’s voice caught.
Buffy knew what her problem was. Anya was their Mistress. “Call me Miss Buffy, Pet.” She felt a thrill at the feel of dominating Faith this way. She loved it when Xander and Anya did it to her, but there was a part of Buffy that craved to be in control, herself, and here, now, she was controlling Faith.
“Yes, Miss Buffy.” Faith’s mouth attacked her Reward Ring, and Buffy felt Faith’s fingers driving up into her pussy. She came, almost at once.
When she came down from her orgasm, Buffy pulled Faith back up, to kiss her again. She smiled at her. “Now it’s my turn.” Buffy dropped down onto her knees, and shoved her face up between Faith’s legs. One of the many things she’d learned from Xander and Anya, was that you had to reward your Pet, when they did a good job, and Faith had really done that for her. She applied herself to making Faith come.
Buffy shoved four of her fingers up into Faith’s pussy, and pistoned them in and out of her. She sucked Faith’s Reward Ring into her mouth, and licked furiously at her clit. She remembered Faith’s comment about how wonderful it felt when Xander wiggled her Reward Ring with his teeth, so she bit down on it, even though Faith hadn’t done that for her. She used her teeth to wiggle the ring, as rapidly as she could—and as a Slayer, that was pretty fast—and Faith screamed out her orgasm.
Buffy smiled, and pulled her fingers from Faith’s pussy. She shoved them into her mouth to lick them clean, and rose back to her feet, to give her new Pet another kiss. “Now, let’s finish this shower. I don’t think we’ve got much time left.”
They had even less than Buffy thought. She and Faith had just finished rinsing out each others’ hair, and turned off the water when they heard Xander yell “Buffy! Faith! Get out here!”
There was no questioning the tone of command in his voice, and neither of them hesitated. They both ran from the bathroom, back out into the training room, neither of them giving any thought to covering up their nudity. As soon as she was out of the bathroom, Buffy looked around quickly, not sure if she was afraid, or hopeful, of who would see her this way. She wasn’t sure if she was happy, or disappointed that the only people there were Xander, and Anya.
“Slayers! Fall in!” he ordered.
Buffy and Faith both ran to Xander, and stood in parade at ease in front of him, both of them dripping water onto the training room matts.
“I like this pose better than ‘attention,’” said Anya. “Their arms back like that make their tits stick out more, and I can see their pussies better.”
God! Buffy wanted to kiss her, when she said things like that.
“Ahn,” said Xander in that tone of voice he used when he thought that Anya had said something true, that he still felt was better unsaid. “Not the time.” He turned a stern look toward Buffy and Faith. It was a look that Buffy was beginning to know well. It was the one that said that he was pretending to be angry about something…something she would have to be punished for. Her nipples got even harder.
“Slayers,” said Xander. “I distinctly remember telling you to be back out here in fifteen minutes. How long has it been, Anya?”
Anya took hold of Xander’s wrist, and pulled it up so she could see his watch. “Sixteen minutes, Xander,” she said.
“Sixteen minutes,” said Xander. “What’s your excuse?”
Buffy had seen enough militarily themed movies with Riley to know the right response to that question. “Sir! No excuse, Sir!”
Xander’s eyes flicked back and forth between her and Faith a couple of times before they settled on the other Slayer. “And what do you have to say for yourself?” he asked her.
“Sir! We lost track of the time, Sir!”
“You lost track of the time?” asked Xander.
“Sir! Yes, Sir!” said Faith.
Buffy knew that she shouldn’t speak, without permission from Xander, but she also couldn’t let Faith take the blame for something that was her responsibility. “Sir! As the Senior Slayer, the fault was mine, Sir!”
Xander’s eyes snapped back to her. He sounded cold as he said, “I wasn’t talking to you, Buffy,” but she could see the heat smouldering behind his eyes. She didn’t back down from her defence of Faith. Maybe if she’d defended her more fiercely the first time around, she wouldn’t have fallen into the Mayor’s clutches.
“Sir! As the Senior Slayer, it was my responsibility! I was the one who delayed us in the shower, Sir!”
She could see approval in Xander’s eyes as he looked at her, and a bit of a smile graced his lips. “The primary responsibility might be yours, but at any time while you were showering, did Faith remind you that you had limited time?”
Buffy took a moment to think about what they had done in the shower. “Sir! No, Sir!” she said.
Xander smiled. “So, it seems that there is plenty of blame to go around. Slayers! Aten—tion!” Both of them snapped to attention. “Faith! To the leeeft face!”
Faith hesitated for a moment, unsure if Xander meant his, or her left. Giles hadn’t covered this in his brief instructions to them about this sort of thing. She settled on Xander’s left, and turned away from Buffy.
She heard Xander sigh. “For future reference, all such orders refer to your left, and right. Faith! About face!”
Faith felt herself blushing from embarrassment as she turned around to face Buffy.
“Buffy! To the riiiight face!” ordered Xander.
Buffy spun to face her.
“Faith, take one step forward!” said Xander.
Faith took one step toward Buffy, so they were standing—she couldn’t help from thinking it—tit to tit. Their nipple rings weren’t quite touching. Faith was a bit taller than Buffy so her nipples were pressing at Buffy’s breasts a bit above hers. Faith kept her eyes focused directly ahead of her, at Buffy’s eyebrows.
“Arms up!” ordered Xander, and she raised her arms over her head. She tingled in anticipation of what would happen next. It wasn’t like her previous experiences. Instead of being transported into a hanging position, she felt the cuffs materialize around her wrists, and she was yanked up, until her motion was arrested by the cuffs that had appeared around her ankles, linked to a two foot long chain that was bolted into the floor. She felt herself being stretched between the two sets of restraints, as she swayed slowly. Buffy was still in front of her, and swaying with a slightly different period. Normally, the way that made their tits press against each other’s would have felt good, but now their nipple rings were interlocked, so the way they tugged at her when they swayed apart felt amazing…and the way they tugged even harder when she gasped from the pain/pleasure of it was even better. She could see that Buffy, with her eyes just inches from her own, was feeling the same thing.
“So, Slayers?’ asked Xander. Faith looked aside at him, and saw that he was holding a wooden paddle. Anya was beside him with another paddle she was slapping into the palm of her hand. “How many spanks do you think you deserve, for being tardy?”
Faith’s eyes flicked back to Buffy’s, and she felt herself reconnect with her, like they had been connected that morning. “Thirty!” they both said together.
“Thirty?” Xander sounded a bit surprised by that number, as if he thought it was a bit high, but after a moment, he nodded. “Alright, thirty it is, fifteen for Buffy, and fifteen for Faith.” Faith tried not to wimper in disappointment, she’d wanted the full thirty for herself, and she knew that Buffy was feeling the same way.
“Anya, do you want to spank Buffy’s naughty bottom, or Faith’s?”
“I haven’t gotten to spank Faith yet,” said Anya, “So I’ll do her.”
“Alright.” Faith saw Xander step up behind Buffy, and she felt him, through their link, when he gently caressed Buffy’s ass. She also felt Anya behind her, caressing her own. “Now, remember, you’re not allowed to come during your punishment. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir!” they said together. “Please spank us for being late!”
“They’re doing that weird talking together thing, again,” noted Anya.
“I noticed,” said Xander. “I think they’re going to enjoy this a lot, then. Let’s get started.” He pulled back his paddle. “Oh, and Slayers, count quietly. We don’t want to disturb Giles, or his customers.” He brought his paddle down in a hard smack across Buffy’s backside.
Faith felt it, and she bit down on her “Yip!” of pain, as did Buffy. They both bucked from the impact, making their nipple rings tug painfully against each other. “One!” they both whispered through gritted teeth. “Thank you, Sir!”
She felt the slap of Anya’s paddle against her ass, even sharper than she’d felt Xander’s paddle on Buffy’s. “Two!” they whispered, “Thank you, Mistress!”
Xander and Anya kept alternating as they paddled Buffy and Faith, and soon it wasn’t just water from shower that Faith could feel trickling slowly down her inner thighs. She felt another smack on her ass. “Twenty-eight! Oh, thank you Mistress!” Smack! Xander’s paddle slapped Buffy’s behind. “Twenty-nine!” they gasped out. “Thank you, Xander for spanking your tardy slaves!” Smack! The final blow from Anya’s paddle stung Faith’s ass. “Thirty!” they cried out together, forgetting for the moment that they were supposed to be quiet. “Thank you, Mistress! Thank you, Xander, for spanking us. We’re sorry we kept you waiting. It won’t happen again.”
Xander stepped up behind Buffy, and wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling his chest against Buffy’s bottom. Anya did the same thing behind Faith; she felt Anya’s soft breasts pressing against her stinging buttocks.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Slayers,” said Xander softly. “Besides, I know you liked getting that spanking! I can feel it. Just don’t make a habit of it, in the hope of getting more spankings like this one. If you did that, I might really have to punish you, by not spanking your pretty bottoms!” He relaxed his hold on them, leant down, and kissed Buffy’s butt. It was a soft, gentle kiss, that burned against Buffy’s tenderized ass.
The loss of the pressure from Xander against Buffy’s back, caused them to sway a bit, and their nipple rings tugged on each other, causing both Faith and Buffy to moan. Faith felt her pussy clenching with her need to come, but she couldn’t—Xander’d said so. Her need was doubled by her link with Buffy. She could feel Buffy’s need too, and the echo of he own need from Buffy. It was a feedback loop that kept building.
Xander could feel it too. He reached through, between Buffy’s legs, and ran a finger along Faith’s slit, and from it, to Buffy’s. He lifted his wet finger to his mouth, and licked it. “Delicious!” he said. “Do you need to come, Pets?”
“Yes, Xander!” they gasped. “Please let us come!”
“Very well, as soon as you feel me and Anya touch your Reward Rings, you can come.”
“Oh, thank you, Xander!” Faith could already feel Anya’s hand creeping up along her inner thigh, and Xander’s hand doing the same with Buffy, through their link. Both hands moved much too slowly: she needed to come now, but they were still teasing them, moving their hands upward with excruciating slowness. Faith wanted to cry out, to scream at them to hurry, but Xander’s order to be quiet was still in effect. She did the only thing she could do to keep herself from screaming. She kissed Buffy. Buffy kissing her back amplified the loop even more.
Xandyer’s fingers finally reached their destinations, and pressed hard against their rings. Baith felt as if her world exploded.
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