Cops raid the joint

The Sunnydale PD was always quick to react to (apparently) mundane problems, and had several squad cars nearby in case the bikers made trouble. Soon half a dozen of Sunnydale's finest were wading into the crowd, swinging billy clubs like it was the 1968 Democratic National convention and the room was filled with hippies. It was a target Dawn couldn't possibly resist.

"You'll never take me alive, coppers!" she screamed, wading into the crowd and charging the biggest, fattest, meanest pig she could find. She flattened him and turned on his partner, a butch looking woman who really knew how to handle a billy club. As they wrestled, Buffy saw her chance. Grabbing the cuffs off the **** cop, she snuck up behind Dawn and manacled one wrist. As Dawn whirled in surprise, the cop tried to brain her, but her night-stick shattered against Dawn's frail-looking straw hat. As the lady cop gaped in surprise, Dawn delivered a boot to the head. The schoolgirl's bare privates were the last thing the cop saw before a patent leather shoe knocked her into dreamland.

Buffy dragged Dawn away from the melee and chained her to a convenient pipe. "A little help, Xander!" she screamed as Dawn kicked, scratched and tried to bite her.

"Ruin my fun, you peroxide tart?" the brunette shrieked, "I'll do you for that!"

"Please let that mean something else in Spike-Talk," Buffy muttered as she tried to hold Dawn steady.

Xander tried to wade in to help, but a well placed kick from Dawn sent him staggering back. "The right tool for the right job," he squeaked, picking up a pool cue, and as Buffy dove for Dawn's knees and held her more or less steady he gave the younger Summers a long-distance caning.

Soon Dawn was leaning into the caning, screaming " 'it me 'arder! Spank my arse, brovver!" Xander hoped Buffy wouldn't think he was enjoying this as much as he was. Finally, a more tractable and satisfied Dawn agreed to leave the club as long as she could ride Xander.

"You mean ride WITH Xander?" Buffy asked.

"Sure," Dawn said, "WIF Xander," in a tone of voice that suggested only an idiot would believe that.