Disciplinary Actions

Buffy was turning an interesting shade of red. She wasnt looking at Xander. She wasnt looking at her mother. She was bowing her head and hiding her red face behind her hair. Whatever her deepest darkest desire was it wasnt something simple. Eventually after a few minutes of saying nothing and looking at the floor she pointed to the couch in Joyce's office.

Given the way he found her blue eyes peering at him from under a veil of hair Xander assumed she was 'talking' to him. He nodded his head and took the middle seat in the couch.

"Okay, Buff, now what?" He stared at her with a slight tilt to his head.

He noted absently that this new Master P.C. shorter Buffy was only a few inches taller than him sitting down. He barely had to look up at the not even five foot tall Buffy.

Buffy took a deep breath and slowly stepped toward the couch. She stopped and sent a glance Joyce's way. Joyce merely gave her a supportive nod of the head and motioned her forward.

Buffy walked to the couch and sat on Xander's left. She then reached over and pulled Xander's hands out of his lap, putting them along the back of the couch. Xander let out a questioning hum causing Buffy to squirm. When Xander's lap was clear Buffy lay facedown across it.

"I..." Buffy stalled. She swallowed hard and tried again, "I want... you to be like the Hyena." Buffy pressed her face into the couch cushion. "I want you to dominate me. Make me your woman. Tell me what to do. Make me do things... T.... Treat me like your plaything and use me however and whenever you want."

Xander slowly nodded his head. He looked down at the Master P.C. enhanced butt that was pointed up at him. It was pretty obvious what Buffy wanted to happen. "I see."

Xander brought his right hand down and slowly began to run his hand through Buffy's hair. At his touch Buffy had a quiver run through her whole body and let out a whimper. He continued to pet Buffy as he processed what she was asking for.

"So, you want to be... controlled." Xander slowly brought his other hand around and rested it on Buffy's thighs. Contact made Buffy whimper and Xander could feel the muscles in her legs tremble. "You want to be... free. No decisions. No choices. You just want me to use you. To **** you to experience things that a good girl like you wouldn't want. You want to be a bad girl." He traced his fingers from the back of her thigh around to her inner thigh and slowly dragged his finger up towards her cunt.

Buffy couldn't hold back her whimpers as Xander traced his fingers on her delicate skin, traveling up under her skirt. She let out a whine as Xander's fingers stopped before they reach her cunt. She groaned when he pulled his hand out of her skirt and rested his hand back on the back of her thigh.

Xander spared a look at Joyce. Buffy's mom was sitting behind her desk and giving him a raised eyebrow silent question. Xander shrugged at her. He had no real plan. He was winging it.

"But I don't want a 'bad girl'. I want a 'good girl'. A 'good girl' who is open and honest and communicates with me. Not a 'bad girl' who plays games and hides her feelings and lies. If I had a 'Good girl' I'd do anything for her. And 'Good Girls' get presents for their good behavior."

"Now will you be a 'Good girl' for me?" Xander asked. Before Buffy could answer he grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and pulled. At the same time he brought his other hand up high and slapped it down hard on Buffy's skirt clad butt.

Buffy moaned as she lifted her head up, "I'm your good girl, Daddy."

Xander couldnt help but let out a bemused, "Huh."