Dawn becomes a badass.

"I still don't get why she's talking like that." Joyce said fretfully. "As if the other horrible changes were not bad enough I can hardly understand a word my Dawn is saying."

"I suspect there must be a psychic element to the magic." Giles proposed. "Ethan used the spray and his imagination of a naughty schoolgirl comes from his British upbringing. Dawn resembles a character from a series of family films about a fictional girls acadamy called St Trinians where the girls were quite wild and..um..promiscuous in the upper grades."

"And that.." Buffy gestured at her sister. "...is considered family entertainment in England?"

"You should see a panto if you think this is messed up." Spike said, smirking. "The leading boy's a girl who slaps her thigh a lot and kisses the leading girl who really is a girl and the supporting female is usually an older guy dressed as her mother."

"Thank god for the revolutionary war." Buffy stated. "I suppose Ethan added the part about spanking from his British upbringing too?"

"Nuffing wrong with a little 'anky panky." Dawn said loudly.

While they'd been debating the finer points of English culture Dawn had crossed the room unnoticed and helped herself to the contents of Joyce's drinks cabinet. She now sat on top of the cabinet, showing a great deal of thigh and smoking a cigerette. In her other hand was a bottle of gin that Joyce had bought especially for Giles visits. Dawn upended the bottle in her mouth, taking several large gulps of the hard liquor and draining nearly a quarter of the bottle. Dawn belched and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

"Lovely jubbly, nice drop o' muvver's ruin, 'it the spot an' no mistake." Dawn said with a dirty grin. "Fink I'm off out now. Time to find a decent rub-a-dub an' 'ave a knees up. If I ain't in bed by midnight, I'll come 'ome."

"You're not going out like that Dawnie." Buffy said hotly. "You're not yourself."

"Oh yeah, you wanna try an' stop me sugartits?" Dawn challenged her sister, suddenly producing a switchblade that was tucked into her stocking top.

Spike bravely leapt between the two girls before either was injured and caught Dawn around the waist as she attempted to dodge past to the door. Dawn began swearing and fighting to break free and during the melee the switchblade ended up stuck in the blonde vampire's shoulder.

"Please be careful William." Joyce cried out. "Don't hurt Dawn."

"Hurt Dawn?" Spike said increduously, who in addition to the knife in his shoulder, now had three deep scratches on his cheek from Dawn's fingernails. "I wouldn't dream of it, but I could do with some help here. I'm getting my arse kicked."

"I'm afraid the only option might be to follow the instructions on the spray can." Giles suggested, dithering whilst Buffy leapt into the fray to help restrain her sister. "She may be more placid and manageable if we..um.."

"Spanked her?" Joyce wailed. "My Dawn, spanked?"

"With her in this condition the only other alternatives would be to chain her up or knock her out." Giles explained. "As her mother, Joyce, it's entirely your decision."

Joyce looked distraught at the choice she faced. Dawn showed no sign of abandoning her struggle with Spike and Buffy, even with the strength of a vampire and a slayer the pair had their hands full keeping Dawn in place. Dawn twisted and turned in their grip, sinking her teeth and nails into any body part she could reach and screeching threats and curses. Remarkably throughout the tussle Dawn's jaunty hat remained firmly in place on her head.

"Oh dear, I suppose it has to be done." Joyce finally decided. "Get her to the table."

Spike and Buffy manhandled the furiously struggling girl to the dining table and managed to pin her face down across it. Giles and Joyce came to help, grabbing Dawn's wrists and pulling her arms across the tabletop. After some effort the youngest Summer girl was bent over the table and securely held, her ass wriggling and bucking as she continued her frantic attempts to break free. With her bottom now ideally placed for Dawn to receive a spanking, everyone looked at one another, silently wondering who should administer it.