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This is a Spike/Dawn story, and Dawn’s over eighteen, to quell the worries of underage sex going on… really, everyone should move to Canada. The legal age is sixteen here. Warning: RATED NC-17… flee, little children! Little bit BDSM, lots of roleplaying, vague undertones of creepy school teacher sex (oh who am I kidding. I’d so have slept with my math teacher given half a chance) and cheating. Spike/Dawn (yes I said that already, I know.) NOT fantasy AU… vaguely set in the future of my Sweetest Thing series. Again, I am writing about Dawn, a fictional character, not the actress that plays her. So for God’s sake, don’t freak out! Bad Little Girl ~~~~~~ Dawn sat in the office, ankles primly crossed, back straight, head level. The only outward signs of her discomfiture was the way she nibbled at her lower lip from time to time and the compulsive straightening of her school uniform. She was in trouble. Big trouble. Mr. Smith was very strict about chewing gum in class. But hey, she didn’t realize that Shakespeare’s poems would have such a noticeable beat when they fell from Mr. Smith’s sexy mouth, causing her to snap her gum in time with it. But Shakespeare had rhythm and she’d been caught, which was why she was sitting here in Mr. Smith’s office, desperate for a piece of gum to sooth her nerves. The door opened softly as Mr. Smith stepped in. There was cold fury in his deep blue eyes, and the skin across his cheekbones was drawn tighter than usual, bringing the harsh planes of his face into sharp relief. “Miss Summers,” he murmured, and a shot of desire went straight from her ears to between her legs. God, he was hot. All the girls in the class wanted him, and a few of the guys as well. “You were chewing gum in my class.” “Sorry,” she whispered. “Sorry isn’t enough, Miss Summers,” Mr. Smith replied. “You have a problem, I think. You always have something in your mouth in class. Gum, the eraser on you pencil, your fingers nails, lollipops.” He looked at her as she sat at his desk, “Your pretty little lower lip.” He thought she was pretty? Oh wow, she couldn’t wait to tell every one of her friends that Mr. Smith thought she was pretty! A slight blush suffused her cheeks. Mr. Smith smiled. “I think you’re orally fixated, Miss Summers,” he whispered. “You like having things in your mouth.” “Yes,” she whispered in reply as another blush crossed her cheeks. “Yes, I do.” “I know.” Mr. Smith said calmly. “We need to do something about that. It’s a terrible problem, it can even lead to smoking.” The solemn look in his eyes made her giggle. His whole demeanor darkened. “Well, we were going to talk about your little problem, but it seems you aren’t taking me very seriously. Looks like we’ll have to do something about that.” He stepped away from the door. “On your knees, little girl.” “Wh-what?” she asked, her voice shaky. “On your knees,” he growled, and she slowly stood, then even more slowly settled on the ground. “Tell me, Miss Summers, have you ever sucked a boy’s cock?” “Wh-what?” she asked again, surprised at the obscenity that fell easily from her stuffy English teacher’s mouth. “I asked,” and his steps across the room had brought him right in front of her, “if you ever put a boy’s penis in your mouth.” She blushed again. “Um, no?” “Don’t lie, Miss Summers,” her teacher said warningly. “I saw you beneath the bleachers with that odious little bastard, William.” The blush went from slight pink to dark red. She’d been so certain that she and Spike had been careful, but apparently Mr. Smith had seen everything. “Yes,” she said softly, “I have.” “I’ll punish you for your lie later, young lady.” Mr. Smith stripped off his suit jacket, tie and vest. Then he began unbuttoning his shirt. Dawn inhaled sharply as his torso was slowly revealed. Who knew that Mr. Smith was a totally ripped hottie beneath all those concealing clothes? His pecs were perfectly shaped and his nipples… she just wanted to pull each one into her mouth, and see if Mr. Smith whimpered like Spike did when she did the same thing to him. Then the shirt came off completely and she was transfixed by his abs, and the way his navel drew attention to the slight line of hair running from its lower edge to disappear in his waistband. This was so wrong… she shouldn’t be kneeling in front of her teacher and mentally drooling as he slowly removed his clothes. She leaned forward slightly and licked the trail of hair that had fascinated her. Mr. Smith groaned, but pushed her face away from him gently. “None of that yet, Miss Summers.” He looked down to see this little girl kneeling before him, enraptured by him and totally at his will. It was intoxicating; he should have done this long ago. Miss Summers was quite a wild little girl beneath that cute little uniform; he’d sensed her passionate nature ever since she’d strolled into his classroom at the tender age of fifteen, snapping her gum and looking around with cultivated disinterest. He’d wanted this for three years, but kept it firmly in check because she was an innocent girl. Seeing her beneath the bleachers at the football game with that bleached rebel, watching her unzip his jeans and bury her face in his lap, watching him moan and shudder as she moved her mouth on him, had been his undoing. He’d been looking for a chance to get her alone ever since, and today’s class had presented a perfect opportunity. “Unzip me, Miss Summers,” he growled, “and show me how talented you really are.” Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. She really shouldn’t do this, but Spike had been expelled last week, and she’d been horny ever since. Reaching up a shaky hand, she unbuttoned his top button, and ran her hot hand over the steadily growing bulge in her teacher’s pants. He hissed in response, and she smiled to herself. Spike had taught her pretty well; she knew how to make men moan. She slowly slid her hand back up him, then grabbed the zipper tab between her thumb and ring finger, leaving her other three fingers upright so they stroked over him as she slid the zipper down Apparently, Mr. Smith wasn’t as boring as he appeared; he went commando. As her fingers moved slowly down the revealed flesh of his dick, he groaned. “Good job, Miss Summers,” he murmured. “You really are a talented little child, aren’t you?” How dare he mention her age as she did this to him! She’d show him she wasn’t a child! She squirmed forward slightly and put the tip of his cock in her mouth. He hissed. She tongued the tiny slit there and tasted his precum. She moved her mouth down him slowly, enjoying every grunt and moan. Mentally dulling her gag reflex, she slid him slowly into her throat and hummed a bit. He screamed in response. “Miss Summers!” He gasped. “You’re bloody amazing! Do that again!” She complied, and continued to hum a tuneless little ditty as she slid her mouth up and down on him. Surreptitiously, one hand slid up her own inner thigh and slid beneath her panties even as the other one started playing with his balls, rolling them gently in time with her head movements, which had sped up. She stroked her clit slowly, enjoying the slow burn she’d started. She wouldn’t make herself come with Mr. Smith’s dick in his mouth, because that way laid pain and suffering. But maybe, if she did a really good job, he’d handle it for her. If not, she could always just bring herself off in the showers after she got out of here. Mr. Smith’s hands buried themselves in her hair. “I’m going to come, Miss Summers,” he growled. She just hummed a little faster and started manipulating his balls more intensely. Then she released them and slid her finger over the sensitive skin that ran from his sac to his ass. He roared and came hard. She swallowed as much as she could, but there was a lot and she pulled away, making the last spurt fall on her face. She started rubbing her clit harder. Mr. Smith opened his eyes and looked down to see Miss Summers, his cum on her face, playing with herself. He knelt down had pulled her hand away from her panties just as she was about to come, and she moaned in frustration. “None of that, young lady. I haven’t punished you for lying, yet.” He hauled her to her feet. “Bend over the desk, missy, and pull down your panties. She complied. “Mr. Smith, aren’t you supposed to administer corporal punishment over both layers of clothing?” She asked softly. “Are you questioning what I’m doing, Miss Summers?” he asked threateningly. A sharp smack landed on her gently rounded ass and she twitched. Oh god. She loved this. “Noooo…” and it was either a response to his question or a plea to stop. Going with the former, Mr. Smith began laying firm smacks across her ass. “You’re a bad little girl. Miss Summers.” Smack. Unh “Sucking on lollipop in class.” Slap. Argh. “Nibbling your lip whenever I looked at you.” Smack. Slap. Ungh. “Making me watch you with that boy.” The blow on her ass landed harder on that accusation and she whimpered loudly. “Playing with yourself.” A flurry of swift little taps fell across her bottom and she came. He watched her arch her back slightly and pant harshly. The little chit liked having her ass beaten! An evil grin crossed his face. “Stay in that position,” he ordered. He walked over to his closet and retrieved a small, supple leather paddle. He slapped it across the palm of his hand experimentally. The cracking sound tore through the air. He smirked. “Spread your legs, Miss Summers. Make sure you’re steady.” She slid her legs apart, moving herself into a more horizontal position. Mr. Smith lifted her skirt over her ass and gazed at the sight before him. He could see her tight little asshole. He could see the glistening juices on her inflamed pussy. He could even see her twitchy little clit. And apparently, Miss Summers was adverse to pubic hair. Such a bad, bad little girl. Really, what was society coming to? This younger generation needed discipline. “So, does that odious boy spank you, Miss Summers? Is that where you learned to be so perverse?” “Hey!” she said angrily. “I’m not the one that just made a student swallow my come!” The supple leather fell gently across her pussy. She squealed. “Answer me, Miss Summers.” “Ye-yes,” she whispered. The soft paddle across her inflamed lips hurt, but in a good way. She felt the tingle all across her pussy, and her clit jumped. “Does he bend you over something and beat your sweet little ass until you’re begging him to take you?” Another light flick across her pussy. Another squeal. Well, this was fun! He had every intention of flunking this little tart for the next decade to keep her in his classroom. “Yesss…” her hips were twitching violently now. He dropped the paddle to the floor and she moaned. “Has he ever taken you,” he slid two fingers into her ass. “Here?” He removed the fingers and she grunted in disappointment. “Once or twice,” she moaned. “You really are quite a disreputable child, aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically. “Does he spank you as he rides you?” he asked casually, his large hands roaming across her ass, pinching occasionally. “Sometimes,” she sighed in response. Mr. Smith grasped his cock in his hand and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. “Does he take you hard?” he asked as he slammed into her, making her yelp. “Once.” Slam. “In.” Slam. “A.” Slam. “While.” Mr. Smith bent over the excited child beneath him. “Does he make love to you slowly and gently?” As he spoke, he slowed his strokes and began slipping in and out of her like a caress. “Oh, yes,” she sighed as she began moving her hips with his. “It’s so nice sometimes.” “Do you love him?” Mr. Smith whispered, licking at her earlobe. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I love him very much.” “Do you love me?” the teacher asked softly. “I love you both,” she replied in a sigh. Mr. Smith began manipulating her clit as he rode her gently. “Do you love me?” she asked softly. “More than you’ll ever know,” he whispered, and came. Dawn followed him over the edge, and he collapsed across her, spent. ~~~~~~ Hours, or maybe seconds later, they stirred. Spike slid out of Dawn and turned her around. She slipped her arms around his waist and leaned against him for a long moment, then pulled back. “Spike,” she said with a grin. “We so need to shower. Wanna scrub my back?” she added coyly, and Spike’s eyes narrowed. She slithered out of his arms and started running towards the bathroom. “Catch me if you can!” she said, shrieking as he caught up easily and smacked her ass. “Bad!” “You know it, Pet,” he said with a leer, the effect of which was destroyed by his gentle smile. “You know it.” ~~~~~~ After the shower, the toweling, and Spike brushing Dawn’s hair until it was dry and shone, they lay curled together in their giant bed, Spike’s front pressed tightly to Dawn’s back. “So, Dawn… like your first taste of role playing?” Spike asked, running his free hand over her soft skin and occasionally playing with her hair. “I knew that private school would come in handy one day,” he added as he nipped her shoulder. She giggled and turned onto her back to look at him. “It was fun,” she said with smile. “I’m glad I agreed. Although,” she furrowed her brow, “there was some complicated stuff going on.” “Like what?” he asked, hoping he hadn’t hurt her in any way. God, if he ever hurt Dawn… “‘It can even lead to smoking?’ I couldn’t help but laugh Mr. Pack-A-Day-and-Bloody- Proud-Of-It!” He tickled her and she shrieked. “Just trying to stay in character,” he replied teasingly. “Anything else?” “Well, the whole jealousy thing.” Dawn grinned. “There were some weird relationships going on there.” She teased his nipples with her fingertips. “Care to explain?” “Oh that,” he said with an affected sigh. “It’s easy. You’re cheating on me with me because you love me and me, and can’t decide which me you love more.” “Ah yes, very easy,” she said with a mock scowl. “Clear as mud.” She swatted his chest lightly. He grabbed her hand and nibbled at her fingertips while growling. She giggled again and tried to pull her hand away. “Oh no, you don’t” he said, turning a playful kind of scary. “I’ve got you, and I’m going to devour you from top to bottom.” He slid his talented mouth down her neck, nipped at her breasts, then paused. “I didn’t hurt you?” he asked anxiously. “Of course you did.” Spike frowned. “But in a good way.” Spike smiled in relief. “Like um, riding a roller coaster you’re terrified of because it makes your stomach clench. Or like…” she furrowed her brow again, and Spike kissed the tiny wrinkle. “Well, I can’t really think of another good metaphor. But it really was fun.” Spike smiled at her. “Ready for some more fun?” he purred, and as his eyes darkened from light blue to midnight, she knew she loved him. Other Standalones Choose Another Series 24 January 2004