Disclaimers: I own neither Buffy, the Vampire Slayer nor the characters contained within this story. I do own the plot. But Joss Whedon is god of all. The End.

Buffy Anne Summers held her breath, counted to twenty, squeezed a stress ball, and did everything she could think of to calm down. She almost choked after holding her breath for two and a half minutes, she got to nine hundred and seventeen and was still furious, and she made the stress ball disintegrate into ten million tiny foam pieces. Dawn had done it again.

For a twenty three-year old, she really wasn't that bad of a parent. And Dawn was almost eighteen, practically a grown up. But she needed to stop making such bad decisions.

And now it was one thirty, almost time for her sister to get home from school. They got out earlier on Fridays. One thirty-five. Enter Dawn...now.

"Hey Buffy! What are you doing here?" Dawn asked happily.

"I got a call today. From Spike."

Dawn's eyes flitted around the apartment, looking for a possible escape. But the reasonable, analytical, Watcher-to-be in her knew that even if she turned around and ran for it, Buffy would catch her in a split-second.

"Really? What did you guys talk about?" She asked, feigning ignorance.

"He told me all about a very bad choice you made, Dawnie." Buffy said icily.

Dawn's cheeks flushed red.

"Oh, just you wait, little girl. Those won't be the only cheeks blushing when I'm through with you." The Slayer smirked.

Dawn's eyes widened and she squealed as her older sister used her supernatural strength to effortlessly grip her wrist and drag her to the center of the room where she'd placed a straight back chair and...

"THE HAIRBRUSH? No, Buffy, please, I'm sorry, I promise I'll never do it again just please don't use the hairbrush!" Dawn pleaded, all maturity she might've had going out the window.

Buffy just pursed her lips and took a seat. She pulled her younger sister across her lap and flipped up the girl's uniform skirt. Buffy tugged the white panties down to her sister's knees, and started spanking.

*SPANK* *THWACK* *SLAP* "OW!" Dawn cried.

"Now *spank* Dawnie, *SPANK* will you *spank* ever make bad choices like *SPANK * that *spank* again? *crack SPANK*

"No, no Buffy I promise I'll never do it again!" Dawn wailed, kicking her panty-bound legs, frantically trying to make the pain stop.

After delivering two more spanks to her sister's sit spots, Buffy sent her into the corner.

"Ten minutes, and no rubbing!" Buffy warned.

Dawn meekly planted her nose in the junction of the walls and put her hands on her head.

"Now, you know why I had to do that, right Dawnie?" Buffy asked in a much softer voice, about halfway through Dawn's corner time.

"Because you love me and it's your job to protect me and you want me to learn how to make better decisions?"

"Well, yeah, but mostly because you need to learn that I can SO beat Faith in a sparring match! You never should've bet on her."

Dawn rolled her eyes and muttered, "What a drama queen!"