Buffy's Spanking Club - Initiations 25-28

Faith, by luck of the draw, had to take the final and worst test of the intitiation series. It involved the club's toughest spanking implement, and with a strong humiliation factor.

Cordelia laid it out in detail for her: "You must strip naked and ask to be caned very hard on your bare bottom. The punishment will be inflicted by your fellow intiate - you must beg her for your penalty."

Buffy gave Tara the rattan cane she had taken some trouble to acquire and to cure with linseed oil. It was 8mm thick, with plenty of flexibility - the type once used in schools in England and culturally connected countries like Australia.

Meanwhile Faith had been instructed on what to say. Not at all a natural submissive, she found it hard. "Miss Tara, please bend me over naked... do I really have to say this?"

Cordelia answered "Yes, if you want to join the club. Now start again."

"Miss Tara, please bend me over naked and give me twelve strokes of the cane very hard, on my bare bottom."

Tara said "Of course, Faith, it will be my pleasure. Please take off your clothes then put your hands on your knees". Faith divested herself of her tight costume and after one more look of trepidation at the cane in Tara's hands, she reluctantly assumed the position.

Buffy gave Tara some pointers. "Make sure the tip goes beyond her bottom so you don't gouge with it. Don't give her the next stroke until she's quite still. And remember this is a test for you too, to make sure you won't be too timid whenever you win one of our games. So cane her good and hard."
Faith was all too aware of the risks of being caned by someone so inexperienced. "Bent over this way, my back is pretty safe" she thought. "But my thighs might suffer a couple of stripes". But she determined that she would make no complaint about it. Everyone has to learn sometime. It was just her bad luck to be the guinea pig.

Tara measured her distance nervously. Everyone was aware that psychologically this caning was the wrong way around - Tara was the natural submissive. She decided it would help her if she threw in some roleplay. Instead of shy Tara caning a powerful super-woman, she would be a teacher caning a naughty schoolgirl. "You know what happens if you misbehave in this school, young Miss Faith" she said, and delivered the first stroke.

It was quite hard enough, and accurate, right across the centre of both bare cheeks. Faith gave a very sharp intake of breath, and wriggled her hips slightly. A strong red line appeared on the nude woman's proffered behind and began to swell slightly.



Buffy and Cordelia, enjoying the show immensely, didn't miss the opportunity to tauntingly exploit Faith's predicament:

"The teacher must have caught this girl in the showers. Unless she runs around the school naked."

"What do you think she was doing there?"

"Touching something very naughty, I guess."

"Her own, or someone else's?"

Faith reddened and looked forward to the day she would win a game and they would be the losers. Tara's next stroke came down. The stinging, as Faith now found out, actually increased in the first two or three seconds after the cane struck her bare skin. She gritted her teeth and struggled to hold still.

The third cut of the cane was too low. It crossed the victim's upper thighs as she had feared, and she gave a series of gasps. Tara knew enough not to make the situation awkward by apologizing, but she looked at the others. Willow said "Accidents will happen, and your 'schoolgirl' took it well. Carry on."

Tara carried on caning, and her fellow initiate began groaning aloud and squirming, after each new thin welt was added to her posterior. The eighth stroke was right on top of an existing mark, and yielded an actual scream from tough-minded Faith, and a lot of squirming.

Tara waited for her target to be stationary, and in her teacher's voice said "Stop wriggling, girl, keep your bottom still." This admonition made Faith's face redden further, and strengthened her determination. She took the ninth stripe well, even though it was the second to fall across her thighs.



The tenth stroke was another that caned an existing welt, crossing it slightly. She shot up and yelled "Oh my Gooooood!!!", pressing her hands to her tortured bottom.

"You're lucky we decided not to do penalty strokes in an initiation!" warned Buffy. "Get back down" instructed Tara. Faith was embarrassed by her reaction and said, "It's OK, I'm five by five."

Only one of the last two strokes was a 'lucky' one that found a fresh area of the victim's bottom. The final one was another agonizer, and Faith turned the air blue with her language. "For shame!" said Tara. "But you may stand up straight and report to the school nurse."

Cordelia was closest to the cold cream jar, and thus became 'nurse'. That wasn't the best luck for Faith. Just about anyone else would have been gentler rubbing the lotion onto her welts. "Ow! Oww!" complained the dark Slayer as her battlescars were tended to.



When she was dressed, Willow spoke. "Congratulations on being admitted, both of you, to the 'Sunnydale Social Club'. We look forward to many exciting and painful games with you."

The new members were taken out to the Bronze for some well-earned drinks, though Faith in particular looked very uncomfortable when perched on a bar stool. They now had six contestants, which widened the range and variety of games they could play. In carefully guarded terms (with other people in earshot), they began discussing the possibility of 'team sports'.

End of 'Initiations'. Coming soon: Team Games.

Buffy's Spanking Club - Initiations 21-24

The two new prospective members looked at each other, Tara with trepidation, Faith with a smile. They had just been told that the last two initiation tests would be delivered by each other.

"We have to make sure you're willing to give penalties, and not get carried away" explained Buffy. After all, you're going to win some of our games soon enough. So the question for the cards to decide right now is - which of you will give the other a whipping!"

Cordelia showed them the little whip they had acquired. It was a martinet, with multiple tails. The leather lashes were flat in cross-section, not very heavy. There was no danger of it breaking the skin. But it would pack a hell of a sting.

There was a lot riding on the high-card draw as the initiates stepped up to the card table. But they had been warned that the following (and final) test would be worse. Winning this draw might be nastier in the long run than losing it.

Tara's heart was in her mouth when they showed their cards, thinking she was about to know the worst. But both women showed a seven. The suspense had to continue longer, as they shuffled and cut again. This time Faith drew a jack... and Tara another seven. She looked down at the floor as Cordelia handed Faith the martinet and said "Twenty on the bare bottom. How she's placed is up to you."

At last! This was the main reason Faith wanted to join. Her desire to be dominant now had an attractive target in Tara, and an ethical one - not only because Tara could quit any time but because they had all seen how turned on she had been in her first two punishments.

"It'll be a pleasure to whip you, Tara" said Faith cheerfully. "Take your skirt and panties right off, and start by kneeling, up on the table."

Tara obeyed nervously but once again she was full of erotic anticipation. Kneeling to this confident, commanding and attractive woman was no problem. She clambered up on the table, went on her knees, and started to bare her behind as ordered.

Faith took a bolster from the couch and placed it in the middle of the table. "This should prop your bottom up for me. Down you go. And grip the edge of the table. There, now you'll be less tempted to put your hands back to protect your bottom." Tara settled herself face down over the bolster. Her temporary 'mistress' wasn't finished: "Now spread those legs. One foot beyond each corner of the table."

Tara ventured a "Yes ma'am" and parted her legs. The other four women looked at the highly vulnerable pose she was in. Her vulva was well exposed in this position. Willow said "No lashes from behind! You have won the right to whip her bottom, nothing else."

"I understand" said Faith and stood to Tara's side so that the lash would fall crosswise. Tara meanwhile experienced a thrill of fear and arousal at the mere mention of the idea of being whipped on the pussy. But she was glad it wasn't going to happen now. She had come to a prime position of her fantasies - vulnerably half-naked before a naturally dominant woman with a whip - required to obey her and submit to the lash.

Faith held the ends of the martinet's tails in her left hand and looked at the bare feminine bottom propped up waiting for her discipline. She said firmly "I want you to thank me for each stroke, Tara". With great pleasure she raised the whip and swung it downwards.



Faith was careful to judge distance, so the ends would strike Tara's farthest cheek, and not curl into her sensitive cleft. The tails spread out and covered most of Tara's bottom. As they trailed away, they left multiple lines on her skin - not welts as a switch or birch would have made, just reddened skin.

Tara gave a soft "Ow! Thank you Ma'am". It was going to be all right - it hurt over a wider area than the strap, but she had more confidence by now, and knew she could take it. The lash came down again, to a louder "Ow! Thank you Ma'am".

After a few more strokes, the upturned bottom was no longer striped but an even red. The flat but 5mm wide tails of the whip had now tasted every part of it, filling the gaps between the earlier lines. The effect of this on Tara was to make the burning in her raised behind increase rapidly. It was now definitely hurting more than the strap, and the shouted "Thank you ma'am" gained an ever more urgent tone.

On the twelfth lash, Tara's distress seemed to reach a peak. She almost withdrew her hands from the table's edge as she yelled "Oooow! Thank you ma'am" and then sobbed "Oh! Ooh!" But the next few strokes were more manageable. Her bottom had heated up fully, and further strokes on it's evenly red surface only served to maintain its existing level of stinging. The volume of its unfortunate owner's cries, and of her words of gratitude for her punishment, became less.



At seventeen, Tara was back to giving the near whisper she had uttered on the first stroke. Faith thought she ought to do something about that. She had been whipping the girl hard, and with excited enthusiasm. If she placed the lashes lower to try to hurt her more, she might hit the wrong place. This was a test she was being given, and a lash across the thighs, let alone the pussy, might mark her as untrustworthy. There was nothing else to do but put some Slayer strength into it.


Faith held the whip back behind her shoulder and applied her Slayer strength with a vicious lash of the martinet. There was a risk of missing her aim, but she had now had seventeen strokes of practice. The cruel 18th lash made a loud smacking sound on Tara's upward-pointing buttocks.

Tara screamed. To delay another such searing lash, she gave plenty of 'Ow's and 'Ah's and sobs, before saying in a trembling voice "Thank you Ma'am!"

Faith didn't mind the slowing of the pace. She took her time before lashing down again with similar strength. Her victim screeched again, and her fingers let go of the table. But she got a hold of herself - there was only one more lash to go. Nevertheless, she began weeping instead of saying the required thanks.

"What are you supposed to say, Tara?" asked her tormentor. She turned to the others. "Are there penalty strokes for disobedience?" Tara hurriedly said "Thank you ma'am" in a teary voice.



Buffy answered the question "There will be, during the games, but not today. Finish her off." Faith swung back and delivered one more full-strength whip stroke. With no need to delay, Tara screamed the words "Thank you ma'am" immediately, and rolled onto her side. "You're welcome, Tara" said Faith, as Willow helped her off the table.


Tara was a little unsteady on her feet, from stiffness but also from a giddy sexual pleasure at having received her first real whipping. She leaned against Willow's shoulder.

Faith stepped forward, already putting some of the cold cream on her fingers. But Willow said "I'll do it" and took the jar. With the whimpering spankee resting in the crook of her left arm, she used her right to ease the blazing, whipped cheeks. The action was near enough to a post-punishment cuddle to make Tara feel properly comforted, while Willow felt a protectiveness that was destined to last a long time.

The four founder members were well satisfied with the performances of both initiates. Cordelia cleared her throat and with great relish said "You realise that Tara taking two penalties in a row means the last and worst falls to you, 'Miss Psycho-Slayer'."

"Yes. What is it?" Faith's voice was steady.

"The most painful instrument we have, and with full humiliation factor. Get undressed. Tara will now cane you, naked".

Buffy's Spanking Club - Initiations 17-20

Willow was speaking: "Next on the list is a bare-bottom strapping - thirty spanks. After managing to avoid the last two tests, you have to take it, Tara. Come over to the table here."

Willow showed her the strap. It was a thick belt, ideal for giving discipline. Willow wound the buckle end around her hand, then struck the top of the table so Tara could hear the loud 'thwack!'. "Take your skirt off and panties down, and bend over the end of the table. This is going to hurt lots - but it's the sort of penalty we'll have when we start getting to the 'high end' of our games."

Tara felt even more attracted to Willow, being commanded by her like this! She had read stories about strappings many times, but had never felt one. She was already getting sexually stirred again, but was thinking "What if I can't take it? What if my desires can only ever be fantasy, because I'm a wimp?"

She dropped her long skirt and skinned down her blue panties, then bent over the table as instructed. Willow told her to grip the edge of the table. "Be brave, Tara!" called Fred encouragingly.
Tara's thoughts ran wild during her strapping:

"Willow is stroking my bottom! It feels good, but I think she just wants me to feel how bare I am. What's the strap going to feel like on my bare skin? She's stepped back, so I'm about to find out!

"Aargh, oh my god, that stings!... Ow, it's much worse than a hand spanking. I knew it would be but... Yeow... it's horrible. Aaaargh, that one went across my lower cheeks and hurt even more. I'd better grip the edge of the table hard. Yeow!



"I've got a feeling I want to cry. But not yet! My bottom's on fire but I think I can take this. Oh no, that one went half onto the top of my thighs, it's agony! I can't help kicking my legs.

"Willow's telling me off, saying I should keep still. I'm trying! I desperately want to wriggle out of the way of that strap - it's all I can do to stay on the table. And the lashes keep coming, I've lost count.

"Ow ow ow, another low one. It's no good, I've started to cry. Willow said she shed some tears from a hairbrush spanking at their first meeting. So I know I'm allowed to cry. But she's paused for a moment, she must be concerned."

"Buffy has come up to look in my teary eyes. She says I can stop any time if I don't want to go ahead with joining the club. But I really want to, even if it means having a good cry at every meeting. It looks like Buffy's going to hold my hand while I get the rest of the licks.



"Oww, Willow's started up again! Is she strapping me softer, or is my bottom so heated up I'm getting used to it? I'm not so scared now. I've put myself in Willow and Buffy's hands. They're hurting me and comforting me at the same time. I trust them. This is what I've always wanted, and it's getting to feel really sexy.

"Uh-oh, I'm in danger of being embarrassed again. The way I'm bending over, they're going to see it if I get too excited. Try not to think about what's happening. Ow! Twelve times twelve is a hundred forty-four. Ow! The capital of Bolivia is La Paz. Ow! The smallest principality in Europe is Fredonia. Ow! It's ruler is Lady Wilhemina Garron. It's no good, I can feel myself getting wet.

"Willow's stopped. Is it to look closely at my pussy? No, she said thirty, it's over!"

Willow helped Tara get up after her strapping. Cordelia said "She should get extra strokes for making a damp patch on the edge of the table".

Tara spun around towards the table, her face going crimson. There was no such patch - Cordelia was joking. But the fact that Tara had actually turned and looked...! Everyone was laughing, as she received sympathetic cuddles from Willow - which went on for an unusually long time...

Her first strapping! Now she knew she could take strong discipline. She felt sore-bottomed but empowered, knowing that desire and performance were synchronized in her. She was a real 'spanko' now!

For a few minutes the euphoria made her forget that the intitiations were not over. They were going to stop for coffee, but then there would be another card draw. She asked Fred how many more penalties there were to go. Faith came over to hear the answer.

"Two" said Fred. "And we decided that the last two spankings will be delivered by - each other!"

Tara's and Faith's eyes met.

Buffy's Spanking Club - Initiations 13-16

Buffy produced a men's slipper with a thick rubber sole, and whacked her hand with it. It was flexible from wear in the centre despite its thickness, giving it both weight and suppleness. Whereas the paddle had been lighter than the norm, this new instrument could plainly hurt a bare bottom more than the average slipper.

Either Tara or Faith was about to find that out for certain. Normally, Tara would have been the most nervous as they made the card draw. But Faith still had a stinging butt from the paddling Cordelia had just given her. Tara wasn't 100% certain she could take a bare slippering, but it would have taken a bomb strike to stop her trying. She admired Buffy and liked the idea of being over her knee.

The two initiates repeated their method of picking up some of the deck but hiding what they had drawn so they could show their card together. Fred said "And the loser is..."

Tara's king trumped Faith's ten. Buffy moved to the spanker's chair and beckoned to Faith. "Looks like you lose the bottom half of your clothes now!"

Faith stripped off her pants. Half-naked again (this time the other half) she prepared to place herself over Buffy's lap. This was going to be a reckoning that had been a long time coming. Whenever they had fought during Faith's evil past, Buffy had won. But since the last time, Faith had tried to kill (or to steal) Angel. Buffy knew Faith had reformed, but still felt she had a score to settle.

Faith assumed the position over Buffy's knee. The blonde looked at the bare bottom, well deserving of punishment, being presented to her. "I hope that lotion is working well" she remarked, "because I'm going to give you a good hard slippering, well overdue".
Fortunately, the cold cream had indeed done a good job, and Faith's butt was settling towards a warm tingling. But that changed very quickly. The first whack of the slipper onto her bare skin confirmed its effectiveness as an instrument of discipline. With its thick sole, it was almost as heavy as a sports shoe, and it stung like blazes! Faith gave a groan whose tone was like an "Oh no!" as she became fully aware of the difficulty of the penalty she had to undergo.

"Fifty smacks" said Buffy. She decided to make one concession to her victim's sore butt, namely to spank quickly so it would be over soon. But with another slayer over her knee, Buffy felt no reason to hold back her full strength. Fred called out the numbers as the slipper fell.



Whack, whack, whack! As Buffy kept up the pace with the slipper and Faith gasped and winced, Buffy began to hum a tune happily. "Isn't this fun?" she asked her unfortunate victim.

"Yes. Ouch! But it'd be more fun.. Oww!.. the other way round. Oooww!" Faith appreciated the fast spanking, since she wanted that fiftieth whack to come ASAP. But now the sting of each smack was merging into the next, and her bottom was hurting continuously - and quite a lot. She began to writhe around and made a continuous high-pitched growl through gritted teeth.

As the slippering reached the 35 mark, she thumped the floor with a fist, willing herself not to roll off of Buffy's lap or put her hands back to protect herself. It was a great show for the others, watching this strong young woman enduring her penalty, especially in the childlike over-the-knee position.




When Fred called out "Fifty!", Faith made no attempt to leap up, but just relaxed exhausted over Buffy's lap and said "Thank God!"

Buffy called out in mock alarm: "Medic, medic! Emergency!". Willow laughed as she ran forward with more of the soothing cream. Cordelia looked at the color of the victim's bottom and joked "Hmm, a dark super-hero with a red butt! Maybe you should fight that way all the time. Didn't you tell us about fighting vampires naked one time?"

"Really?" asked Tara eagerly. She was gaining confidence in the other women, and knew they had already seen enough evidence to guess that her sexual preference was absolute. "Hmmm, maybe you should both fight in the buff, Buffy." She paused dreamily for a moment, then said "OK, I'm back!" Amid the laughter, even Faith grinned in her upended position.



Buffy took Faith's stillness as willingness to have the lotion applied by someone else this time, and tended to her old rival's backside. Then she helped her victim up off her lap. "You can have a rest now" she said soothingly. "Since you've taken two penalties in a row, there'll be no card draw. Tara must take the next test, from Willow."

Tara looked at Willow and swallowed. They had said the initiation tests would get stronger each time. Tara had seen enough to know these kinky but fun-loving women could be trusted. She had met Willow at a Wiccan meeting, and that had led to Willow inviting her to join. "Willow is very nice", she thought, "but what painful thing is she going to spank me with?"

Buffy's Spanking Club - Initiations 9-12

Tara moved quickly to replace her panties and skirt.

"Well done, neophytes!" said Cordelia, and there was general applause - including from Faith, who had enjoyed the spectacle immensely. Cordelia continued "The next penalty is called 'Hard Instrument Across Knickers'. The loser will get the wooden paddle, in her panties."

"I'm not wearing any panties" said Faith. "But these pants are as thin as any underwear you can imagine."

"OK" said Buffy, "but it's not fair if you don't have to take anything off at all. You can remove your top instead if you lose". Cordelia added "And I get to wield the paddle, aren't I lucky?"

"Yes you are" thought Faith! Now she was up for another card draw. If she defeated Tara again, the third penalty would have to be hers. Again she wondered if it would be better to lose now, before the penalty became stronger. But there was no way to affect the result. She and Tara, who was flushed and still panting, approached the deck of cards...

Tara cut the deck and revealed a five. There was a sympathetic 'aaah' from a couple of the other women, at the prospect that Tara would have to take two initiation 'tests' in a row.

At that moment, Cordelia took out the rectangular wooden paddle from a drawer and brandished it. It wasn't very thick - milder in fact than a fraternity paddle or an American school paddle, but it still had a reasonable heft to it and was made of a hard wood. They didn't want the kind of paddle that would bruise so much that the spankee couldn't play any further games for a while. They wanted the only definite 'finisher' to be the cane.

"Easy" thought Faith when she saw the paddle. Her black pants were no thicker than panties, which she didn't have on. So she had agreed that, since Tara would have to shed clothing if she lost, Faith would take her top off to compensate. She cut the cards, and showed the four of spades.

Tara did an exaggerated wipe of her brow and exclaimed "Whew"! Faith, without hesitation, began to remove her top. "Well" she thought, "they've seen all of me now. And one of them gets to paddle my rear."

"Anything worse than a hairbrush has a limit on the number of strokes" said Buffy. Cordelia will give you twenty, and may God have mercy on your butt." There was general giggling.

Cordelia swung the paddle in the air. "I think I'll have you leaning with your hands against the wall". Faith walked to the wall and obeyed, exposed breasts bobbing slightly as she leaned over. Fred joked "This is an arrest. Against the wall and spread 'em!"

"Good idea" said Cordelia. "Let's have your feet well spaced apart". Faith had read the club rule requiring obedience in all such details to the person giving you a penalty. She parted her legs, and composed herself for the whacks coming her way.

Cordelia swung fair and true, landing the paddle right across the centre of her victim's seat. Faith felt it, that was for sure, but the only sign of pain she gave was to close her eyes tightly and bend her knees slightly. Strikes two and three were angled to concentrate on one buttock each. Slayers were not immune to pain, and faith hissed a little through her teeth.

The fourth whack was across the centre again, and Faith started to realise that it was going to hurt more with each stroke. Nevertheless, she couldn't resist a show of bravado. "Can't you spank any harder than that?" she asked.

"Yes I can actually" said Cordelia. She swung from lower down, lofting the paddle upward onto the lower part of her spankee's bottom - and hard! The impact seemed to lift Faith off the ground slightly, or maybe it was just that she gave a startled jump at this effective strike. The girls all heard her big intake of breath.



Cordelia struck the seat of Faith's thin black pants again in exactly the same way. The response: "Yeow! OK, OK, you CAN spank harder!"

"Was that a request for mercy?" asked Cordelia with a grin. "Say pretty please and I might go back to paddling you softer." But Faith shook her head, making her bare boobs jiggle sideways, and adjusted her stance for more stability. Everyone could see that she and Cordelia were destined to have an ongoing rivalry for who was the most dominating personality in the club.

Whack! Pause... Whack! The dark-haired Slayer gritted her teeth and reminded herself that she asked for this. She had wanted to play games like this for years, win or lose. But the fact that there were still twelve strokes to go was daunting.

At the 'ten' mark, Cordelia decided to try one-cheek upward swings. She hit the lowest part of Faith's left buttock. The victim swore aloud. "Language!" admonished Cordelia, and whacked the undercurve of the right cheek. Faith gasped as if in disbelief at how much it hurt. Her knees buckled for a moment, making her drop her bottom lower. She didn't want to be accused of moving out of position, so with an effort of will she straightened her legs.

Cordelia liked getting that reaction, so she repeated the previous two cruel swats. She was rewarded with Faith's first outright yells. "Go with what works, I always say!" Cordelia quipped. She followed up with a very hard swing across both undercurves. What Faith shouted would have been punished by her alcoholic mother as "taking the Lord's name in vain".



"Would this be a good moment to talk about that Homecoming, when I was mistaken for you and nearly got killed?" asked Cordelia, as she addressed the once-rogue Slayer's bottom as if lining up a golf stroke.

The answer was in a somewhat quavering voice - "That wasn't MY mistake! <thud> Ooooooow!"

The last few strokes didn't need to be very hard. Now that she was making her victim cry out, Cordelia was content to know that she was paddling a bottom that was already very sore. The worst swats made Faith repeat her movement of bending at the knees and then straightening up quickly.

"How sad, here comes the last one!" said Cordelia in a tragic tone of voice. Thwack! Faith managed to restrain herself to a "Nnnng!" through gritted teeth. "You may go" said Cordelia, who had thoroughly enjoyed herself. Her victim straightened up and massaged her bottom, whispering "Ow, ow, ow". She found that the pain was mostly surface sting. That particular paddle was hard but not heavy, so there was no deep bruising.



Tara passed her the jar of soothing lotion, but didn't offer to apply it for her. After all, they had only just met. Faith turned her bottom towards a corner, lowered the back of her skin-tight pants, and applied the stuff liberally, not caring how undignified she looked. Putting her top back on could definitely wait.

Tara was SO glad that it hadn't been her on the receiving end of Cordelia's paddle. But what was the next test that she and Faith would have to gamble for?

Willow answered the question. "And now, a simple classic - a bare bottom slippering over the knee. Buffy will officiate."

When Faith had finished soothing her cheeks, she replaced her top and joined Tara for the next draw. Tara's butt was still flushed from Fred's hand spanking, but not sore any longer. Faith's posterior positively glowed red, and definitely WAS sore. But, of course, the cards didn't know that, and life isn't always fair.

Buffy's Spanking Club - Initiations 5-8

Tara was excited more than afraid. She was the only one with purely Sapphic preferences amongst five women with varying degrees of bisexuality (Willow the most). Tara also had the least desire to be the giver of spankings, although it would certainly be fun. In her lifelong fantasies, she was always the one over another woman's knee. Many times she had lain across pillows piled on her bed, imagining they were a woman's lap and she was about to be spanked.

 
Glancing around the room, Tara would have preferred that her first spanking came from one of the others. Tall, proud-looking Cordelia, perhaps? Or red-haired Willow - definitely Willow! Fred was a bit too shy to fulfill Tara's taste for women who would dominate her. But she was attractive nonetheless, and Tara was afraid her sexual arousal at her first real spanking would be too obvious.

Faith had quite the opposite feelings. She was titillated by the fact that she would inevitably take some spankings in the club. But her preference was to have someone else over HER knee, and to make them squeal and wriggle. She was used to power, and particularly wanted to avoid losing this first round. Draping herself bare-bottomed over the lap of someone so nerdy was just a little too humiliating for comfort.

"Moment of truth, Ladies, draw your card" instructed Willow. Faith picked up a third of the deck, looked at the bottom card and concealed it. Her face betrayed nothing. Tara picked up another third and held it to her chest.

Then they met each other's eyes in an unspoken signal, and both showed their card to everyone in the room. Faith's triumphantly displayed queen defeated Tara's six. Tara smiled shyly and waited for instructions.

Fred took Tara's hand and led her toward the spanking chair. After taking her seat, she pointed at Tara's pastel skirt and said "Let's have that off again." Obedient to the letter, Tara removed the skirt completely, then stood hands by her sides and eyes down. "Now over my knees".

Tara lay, in her pale blue panties and top, across Fred's slender legs. For the first time, her fantasy was a reality. For the first time, she didn't have to take her own underwear down. Fred's fingers were gripping the waistband, and now she was peeling them slowly down Tara's thighs. Tara lifted her hips slightly in cooperation and consent. Fred decided to remove Tara's panties completely. She untangled them from her victim's feet and threw them to the floor.



It was when Fred placed her hand firmly on Tara's bare behind, that the up-ended girl's sexual excitement began in earnest. "Here it comes" she thought, "I'm nude from the waist down and the hand I can feel is about to spank my bottom". The lubrication that she was powerless to prevent was accompanied by hardened nipples under her top. And then... smack!

Fred's first slap was tentative. She was concerned about the possibility that Tara only loved the IDEA of a spanking, and would leap up in surprise as soon as the process actually hurt. But Tara only gave a quiet 'Mmmm' and stayed submissively still.

Willow and Buffy had advised Fred to warm up her spankee gently at first. She began spanking rapidly but only just hard enough to sting. Tara's moans were still with closed lips but varied in pitch and volume. "Mmm. MMMM! Mmmmmm."



Fred paused and looked at the bare bottom and voluptuous thighs arranged over her own thinner legs. The cheeks were suffused with red, and she looked at the other women for confirmation. Willow nodded, and Tara began to receive a firm relentless spanking. Her mouth opened and she began a continuous gasping, punctuated by "Oh"s and "Aah"s.

Involuntarily, she began squirming her hips, but this meant her pubis was rubbing on Fred's thigh. And Tara was already worried that her excitement might be visible, especially this soon. She made herself stay still, and clenched every muscle she had in her pelvic region. But the experience wasn't all pleasure. Her first spanking was hurting her, there was no doubt about that - and Tara wondered if she would be able to take the stronger initiation rituals that lay ahead.

Willow crouched down in front of Tara and lifted her chin, to see how she was taking her spanking emotionally. Tara's eyes were closed and her mouth open, a look that could have expressed ecstasy or pain. Willow saw that it was both. She was reassured and (to her own surprise) highly attracted. Fred went on smacking until Tara's sounds became a high-pitched mewing, then stroked her bottom a few times and told her she could get up.



As Tara rose, still breathing heavily, she suddenly realised this was her most nervous moment. How obvious would her excitement be? To her relief, there was no damp patch on Fred's thigh, but she was still worried that a dark spot would form right away on her own panties when she put them back on. Not daring to look, she moved quickly to replace her skirt as well. Now she was safe from embarrassment - until next time she had to take them down.

Buffy's Spanking Club - Initiations 1-4

[I've shifted Willow & Tara's first meeting to 3 years later than it canonically happened, so Tara can co-exist with a reformed out-of-jail Faith.]

When Buffy and Willow next met, Buffy announced that Faith was back in Sunnydale. "I'm sure she'd like to join our spanking club. She prides herself on trying anything - 'kinks or vanilla'. And she seems to be reformed. I think we can trust her."

"I met a new recruit as well" said Willow. "She was at my Wicca group and kind of shy. Her name is Tara - and I'm not sure why yet, but I really really like her."

On the appointed Saturday, Willow introduced Tara to the other club members. Then there was a knock at the front door, and Faith entered in her usual black leather clothing.

"Well Faith, and Tara" said Willow, "the first step in your initiation is to check your health to ensure you can withstand our penalties. Buffy is our appointed medical officer." Both initiates guessed that this was a test to make sure they wouldn't refuse to take clothes off, or to be touched intimately.

"Tara first" Buffy continued. "But Faith, if that tight costume is awkward to take off, you'd better start working on it. Just the bottom half, if you please. Get bare from the waist down. Tara, we'll have that skirt and your top off instead." It was clear that Tara was bra-less.

The new recruits both looked a little quizzical at not being revealed in the same way. "Two things to remember" said Cordelia. "One, life isn't fair, as the cards or the dice will teach you. Two, you'll have to be obedient when you're the loser of a game."

"And new pledges are de-facto losers" added Fred, who had pledged a sorority back at UCLA and was disappointed to find that paddles were a thing of the past.

Tara was feeling sexually excited already. All the girls present had to be at least a little bit bisexual, to enjoy playing such games with other females. But Tara alone had no interest in men at all. She was a little shy about 'coming out', and her fantasies of being dominated, spanked and looked after by a strong woman were unfulfilled. She had no trouble obeying Buffy, and stripped to her sky-blue panties.

Buffy made a show of some cliche medical tests on Tara. "Open your mouth wide. Follow my finger with your eyes. Now let me feel your pulse." Her next move was going to be a breast examination, like a check for lumps. Tara's boobs were over average size, and well shaped. As Buffy reached for them, she was taken aback. The nipples were clearly erect, this early in the proceedings. "Is it cold in here?" she asked with a grin.
The others stepped forward for a closer look at what Buffy was talking about and started chuckling. Tara blushed crimson. "Don't worry, darling" laughed Willow. "That reaction is a pass, not a fail."

"Yes" said Buffy, "I don't think we need any more 'medical tests' for you, Tara. You may watch as we test your fellow initiate."




As she removed her pants, Faith had been watching and listening. "That girl didn't even get groped", she thought. Her black costume was sheer, and she had not worn any panties under it. So she was now half-naked, as ordered, not bothering to hide her dark triangle.

"Hands behind your neck, and step over here please, Faith" said Buffy. The formerly-rogue Slayer padded across the carpet, her nether regions on show for the five other women in the room. For her too, this Club was a wicked fantasy becoming reality, but she had liked watching Tara being made to strip more than having to do it herself. She was looking forward most to winning a game and having one of these girls over her knee.

Buffy went through her routine of innocuous medical tests as she had with Tara. "Fine, now up on the table, legs spread wide."

Faith hesitated. A gyno routine now, when Tara was hardly touched? But Cordelia simply said "Obedience!" to remind her. She sat on the table resentfully, slid back, then raised her knees and placed her feet wide apart on the table surface.

Buffy had no real intention of performing a very intrusive examination on her old sparring partner. Truth be told, Faith had already done enough to prove she could be submissive. But to be sure, Buffy touched her fellow Slayer's labia gently with her fingertips, and went "Hmmmm" like a stereotype TV doctor.

The "patient's" eyes went wide at the intimate touch. "My God, if anyone I knew in prison could see me now, playing Doctor!" she thought. "I refused to do it for THEM!" But it was completely different now nobody was trying to force her, and she had no regrets about being here.



"You may both dress" said Buffy. As Faith replaced her black pants and Tara put on the pastel-coloured clothes she favoured, Willow announced "You've both passed the lack-of-modesty test", and the four founder members applauded.

Willow explained the coming proceedings. "Our club is based on games and luck of the draw, so you won't both have to perform all the tests. For each ritual, the two of you will draw high-card, and the loser will have to endure the test. But if one of you gets two penalties in a row, the other must take the next one. Life has to be a LITTLE bit fair."

Tara and Faith looked at each other and grinned. "May the best woman win, and the other one suffer" said Faith. Tara could only blush again. She recognized a naturally dominant woman when she saw one!

"The ratio of pain to embarrassment will rise with each test" said Willow. "First, the loser must take a hand spanking, with her bottom bare, over the knee of our current newest member, Fred."

The thin studious girl gave them a shy smile, and set a pack of cards on the table. "Ace counts as low. Who will draw first?"

Faith's thoughts at that moment were "From fighting vampires to bare-bottomed over the lap of a skinny nerd like her? Please, no"! Whereas Tara was thinking "Fred is such a cute girl. I'm scared I'll get visibly wet if she spanks me!"