Spike.

The silence, apart from Dawn's continued foul language and shrieks that is, became uncomfortable. Finally Joyce realised that the other three were looking at her, as the parent, expectantly.

"I can't do it." Joyce stammered. "I know it needs to done, but I simply can't."

"Me neither." Echoed Buffy, she's my little sister. "You two are English, isn't spanking the English vice?"

"Well quite, but that term was coined by the French in the nineteenth century." Giles prevaricated. "It doesn't mean all Englishmen automatically get jollies smacking girl's bottoms."

"For fucks sake." Spike said exasperated. "OK, I'll do it, even if this is putting my rehabilitation to the lightside back a step or two."

"Thank you William." Joyce said relieved that there was a volunteer. "It's so sweet of you to spank my teenage daughter for me."

Spike left Buffy to handle the task of keeping Dawn's legs securely held in place and flipped the back half of Dawn's skirt up and over her buttocks. The bespelled slutty schoolgirl was revealed to be going commando and a beautifully pert young ass was artistically framed by Dawn's garter belt and stockings. High on one butt cheek there was now a tattoo of a pair of cherries, emblazoned over the fruit were the words, stylised in orange and red flame, "POP MY".

"There's something I still don't get." Buffy said seeing the tattoo. "I understand the physical and mental changes the spray caused, but where the hell did these clothes and this tattoo come from?"

"That we could only find out by having Spike question Dawn some more." Giles said. "And for the love of god, has not the queen's English been tortured enough for one day?"

Dawn looked back over her shoulder at Spike preparing to lay palm's on her writhing bare backside.

"OI! I ain't no cheap scrubber." Dawn screeched like a fishwife, misunderstanding the vampire's intention. "If you wanna 'ave me up the pineapple fritter, it'll cost you a monkey."

Spike wound up, and delivered an overarm slap on the firm quivering buttocks. Dawn screamed and bucked like a bronco, testing the strength of all three struggling to keep her in place for her chastisement.

"It's double for kinky shit." Dawn hollered. "That's a bleeding pony you owe me, batty boy."

Spike put his back into the work at hand and laid his palm onto Dawn's ripe rump like a man possessed. And since until he'd recently regained his soul, he had been a man possessed the analogy was more accurate than usual. The loud crack, produced each time his palm impacted Dawn's hard little ass, echoed around the room. At first Dawn kept up a cacophony of lurid **** and ear splitting shrieks each time she was struck. As the spanking continued however, the volume of her shrieks and curses began to subside in direct correlation to the reddening of her bottom.

"By Jove, I think it's working." Giles exclaimed. "She seems to be calming."

The vigourously applied spanking, did indeed appear to be having the desired effect. The more that her tender teenage bottom glowed from the incessant application of Spikes, hand the quieter Dawn became. Soon her shouted **** ceased altogether and the girl simply screamed in a less piercing tone each time she was slapped. Her struggles too, were weakening considerably. Buffy, Giles and Joyce were now able to relax and still comfortably manage to hold the naughty young woman in place. Spike continued his **** until the entire surface of Dawn's bottom and upper thighs were bright red.

"Is that enough now?" Joyce asked. "She seems to be subdued."

Dawn's bad attitude and rebelliousness did indeed appear to be mastered for the time being. Instead of a scream each time she was struck, the girl now responded with a loud sob. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her earlier wild struggles had abated to the point where she simply squirmed uncomfortably with each blow. Spike ceased the spanking and flopped into a chair, exhausted from the effort he'd put into Dawn's punishment. Cautiously the others released their hold of the young Summer girl, but she remained face down on the table, crying and sniffling piteously.

"Now then little madam." Joyce said sternly to her wayward daughter. "Go straight to your room and stay there until Giles and the others have found a way to return you to normal."

Dawn slowly slid off the table and stood somewhat shakily, her short skirt falling back into place over her sorely abused ass. Her straw boater, resolutely remained perched on her head, though mirroring the crestfallen and subdued nature of it's owner seemed less jaunty than it was before. Dawn rubbed cautiously at her inflamed bottom and her lower lip pouted and trembled childishly. She looked towards Spike with tear filled eyes with a gleam that could be assumed to come from the pain and humiliation she'd endured.

"Do as your mom says poppet." Spike said tiredly. "Go to your room."

Dawn turned and fled up the stairs, bursting into fresh tears as she scampered to her room and slammed the door behind her.