Kennedy

The noise from the dining room finally got the attention of the three potential Slayers who'd accompanied Giles on his return to Sunnydale. They stumbled into the house, weapons at the ready -- more or less. In the confined space they got in each other's way, making them worse than useless in combat. Annabelle's sword very nearly took off Kennedy's ear as Molly tripped into her. The three girls stopped in confusion at the bizarre scene on display, something more in line with Ken Russell's work than the George Romero they'd come to expect in Sunnydale.

"What the fuck?" said Molly. It was the first time anyone had ever heard her curse. Or speak above a mumble, for that matter.

"Well we can all relax, now the Three Stooges are 'ere. Oww!!" groused Spike just before Dawn's flailing leg broke free and connected solidly with his kneecap.

"Less sarcasm, more bondage!" screamed Buffy as she tried desperately to control Dawn's bottom half while Spike regained his hold.

"As you can see, we're in need of a bit of assistance,"said Giles. "Dawn here is under the effects of a rather disturbing spell, and she needs a good spanking to keep her under control," he explained.

"Excuse me?" said Annabelle.

"Would one of you just spank her ass already?" screamed Joyce, her motherly patience clearly at an end. The three potentials looked at each other.

"I got this," Kennedy said, and walked up to the table. She flipped up what passed for Dawn's skirt, revealing a pair of tiny knickers (they'd been much larger, plainer, and called "panties" not half an hour before) with the words "Servants' Entrance" printed across the back.

"I don't even want to know what's written on the front," said Annabelle as Kennedy yanked down said knickers and proceeded to deliver a thorough and surprisingly professional spanking. Dawn's howls of protest soon degenerated into inarticulate howls of pain, then of pleasure, as her bottom reddened. The unmistakable smell of arousal filled the room.

Molly blushed, her top cheeks almost achieving the color of Dawn's bottom ones. "Did she just--"

"Yeah," said Annabelle.

"I am never eating off this table again," Buffy declared.

"Cor," said Dawn rapturously, "yer a right monitor wif the dynamite!"

"I think you hit her so hard you gave her a concussion," said Molly.

"No, that's just how she talks now," sighed Buffy. "Spike? Translation?"

"You're a wizard with the bondage and discipline." The others stared at him. Kennedy, once she'd been supplied with a translation, sat down with a smug look.

"I may hate myself for asking this," said Joyce, "but how does that work?"

"Monitor lizard. Wizard," began Spike. "Dynamite, TNT, B an' D."

The others cautiously let the no longer thrashing school girl go. She immediately rushed over to Kennedy and sat in her lap.

"Why couldn't Ethan have turned her into a French maid?" groused Buffy. "I speak French."

"Bollocks!" replied Dawn.

No one needed a translation for that one.