This short story is an entry in the 2003 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Fanfiction
This story is based on the recently-concluded television series, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and is set in Sunnydale, at the Summers residence, two days before the series finale occurs.
Balancing the Books
By
Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
"The crisis is coming fast," Xander intoned, "It's time to balance the books between us."
Anya frowned quizzically. "Financial bookkeeping now?"
"Personal bookkeeping," her ex-fiancé replied, "While there's still time."
Her eyebrows arched. "You mean...with the hairbrush?"
"What else?" Xander shrugged. "That's what kept our relationship stable, using it on each other when necessary."
"During our last year together, it was me applying it to your naked hindquarters," Anya calmly reminded him.
He winced, recalling the sudden shift of disciplinary dominance within their courtship dynamic, then pursued his point.
"Now I want to spank you, sweetheart, for your affair with Spike."
"Affair? It was a one-night stand.... One afternoon, actually." Her eyes flashed. "Besides, you left me standing at the altar -- that should earn you at least an intensive butt-whacking."
Xander nodded grudgingly. "Okay, then...but you get it first."
She exhaled. "Now or never..."
It had been a year since Anya .had been paddled, making her reactions as the hairbrush plastered her opulent bare derriere quite emphatic.
"Ohhhh, that stings! WHACK!! Ahhhowww! I'd forgotten.... SMACK!! Uhhhhh...How much... CRACK!! Owwwww.... It would!"
"Consider this your reminder," her ex-lover rejoined, holding her firmly over his lap despite frantic squirming as the punishment continued; her knee-level jeans and panties limited the kicking.
Ten minutes later, the former vengeance demon was bawling shamelessly as Xander helped her stand up. He smiled as she danced while frantically rubbing her brightly-glowing bumcheeks.
"Muh-My t-turn to yuh-use the huh-hairbrush," she blubbered.
"Going to pull up your panties first?" he queried.
Her face crimsoned. "Juh-Just you wait, Mister Smartass!"
Xander's trousers descended immediately after Anya's ascended, then he found himself bottomside up across her denim-clad thighs as she shifted uncomfortably.
"Sore buns, sweetie?" he asked.
"Nothing compared to what you'll be feeling," she replied tartly, raising the hairbrush high.
Anya proved herself correct, administering a blistering-hard hairbrushing that quickly had its recipient reduced to yelps, wails and sobs.
"Awwwwch! Oh, sweetheart... SMACK!! Uhhhhohhh, not so... SPLAT!! Owwwwie, damned hard... WHAP!! Ohhhhh, please... CRACK!! Ahhhhowww, Anya honey.... WHACK!! Yeowwwch! Have mercy!"
"That's not my training," the ex-demon noted, still walloping her hapless spankee's quivering, exposed buttocks.
It required fifteen minutes of diabolically-intense discipline before Anya felt satisfied -- momentarily....
"Leave your posterior uncovered," she instructed, "I have additional plans."
Xander's eyes widened. "Uh-I dih-didn't agree--"
"Two dozen with the English cane," his disciplinarian snapped, "For humiliating me in public." The remembered hurt shone in her teary eyes.
He reluctantly nodded, still sobbing raggedly. "Ohhh-Okay, sweethuh-heart."
"Bend over the bed," Anya commanded.
Retrieving her rattan cane, she very deliberately delivered twenty-four sizzling-hot, exquisitely-searing strokes that crisscrossed Xander's already maroon-hued outthrust buttcheeks, making him howl repeatedly.
Afterward they embraced, regretting the way everything had turned out....
"We may not survive this one," he predicted somberly.
"I still have more book-balancing due for my demonic career." Anya shivered with premonition. "It may require the ultimate payment...."
The End
© Copyright CrimsnKid6@aol.com, 04 July 2003
Reviews
Kessily
Hmmm...well fanfiction is one of my favorite kind of stories, and Buffy stories are way up there on my list so this is a good one for me to review because I know the characters well. The author of this story also seems to have a good grasp of the history of the characters but the Xander in this story doesn't seem quite on key. His usual sardonic wit just seemed lacking.
The Anya character was much closer, hints of the naive innocence she still retained to a small degree in the final season. It also showed the growth in her personality that came from the pain Xander caused her. The spankings that passed between them were well written and very interesting as well.
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
I must start off by saying I do not know the series at all nor do I know the characters. If there is a history there or some reason for the setting then it went over my head. But saying that, I still think this story was complete on its own. I could see the history the two had and that it appeared they were trying to square things before something big happened. So it doesn't seem to matter that this is fanfic for the story to stand on its own. Which, IMO, is a very good thing. The author is a good author although his stories generally are not my cuppa (and yes I do know who the author is when I review stories). But that's what is fun about the SSC.
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)aol(dot)com>
I am only passingly familiar with this milieu, so I can really review this story only on its own terms. This worked for me as a revenge is sweet; turnabout is fair play type of a hot switch story. Both characters got a good hot tanning, which the story reveals were well deserved. The author provided just enough sound effects to make the intensity of the spanking clear. In my mind, the scene continued beyond the finale with some kinky hot sex, but that's just me.