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Subject: {ASSM} The Test  (F/F spank)
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Important Notes

This is a work of fiction that parodies characters created by Joss
Whedon.

This story is NOT suitable for minors. Please do not place it in areas
where younger people could potentially view the material.

If you do not have the legal right to view material involving acts of
a sexual power exchange nature, then please leave this page.

All characters in the story are of a consensual age (16+) in English
law. However, activities contained in the story may not be of a
consensual nature.

I cannot state strongly enough that this story is a fantasy. I do not
condone the activities contained within the story, and I do not
support the use of corporal punishment in real life.

Please respect my wish to share this aspect of my sexuality with
others of similar interest (who I hope will gain some small pleasure
from my modest efforts).

This is my first attempt at a story, so feedback much appreciated.

Thanks. 

Xsummersboy

THE TEST - F/F nc spank.

	"I know all about you and your time at Sunnydale High, Miss Summers.
That's why I'd like to offer you a job here."
	"Huh? Say what?" was all a startled Buffy could manage to say.
	"Well, the School Board has decided that we need  a behavioural
mentor for the students...to cope, you see, with
the...aahhh....special nature of this school."
	The pretty blonde carefully assessed the tall new Principal of
Sunnydale High, her slayer instincts urging her to be cautious.
However, despite her initial feeling, one thing was clear. Buffy
needed some money - badly. She couldn't go back to dishing out
hamburgers for a living, yet the bills kept piling up. And, she
figured, looking after a teenager in the house was not cheap. Her mind
strayed for a moment, as she wandered how her sister was coping with
her new classmates. The principal's voice broke into her thoughts.
	"Of course, we do value your unique skills, and are prepared to offer
a generous package. How does $20 per hour sound for 20 hours a week?"
	Repressing an overwhelming desire to take the job without further
debate, Buffy asked - as casually as she could manage - what exactly
the role would entail. At this, the Principal's face grew serious.
"Perhaps we should move into my office. The corridor isn't perhaps the
right place to discuss the finer details."
	The diminuitive slayer smiled, "The devil's always in the detail,
isn't it?"

	They had been in his office for close to an hour. The Principal took
in all of Buffy's features. The watchful eyes, the delicate nose, the
pouting lips. Thankfully, her cheeks were returning to their normal
colour, as the elder Summers' embarassment faded. Buffy turned her
head and stared thoughtfully out of the window.
	"Take your time" urged the principal, as he himself took time to
enjoy Buffy's other features. He loved the way her breasts pushed
against the constraints of her tight white blouse, the young woman's
stringy bra clearly visible through the thin material. Meanwhile,
Buffy was struggling with a dilemma. The role of the behavioural
mentor was now clear. She was to administer corporal punishment to the
unruliest students. So, that was the school board's new plan keep the
school in order. They'd get the powerful slayer to deliver a sound
thrashing to anyone who stepped out of line. Word would get round, and
noone would want to rish a slayer spanking.
	Buffy had herself never been spanked, though she guessed she would
often have preferred to receive a whipping instead of the long days of
endless recriminations and groundings. Sure, spanking was painful, but
so much less time was wasted...and time, Buffy knew well, was
precious. She turned away from the window, and looked directly at the
principal.
	"I'll take the job."

The drive home was a mix of emotions for Buffy. The euphoria from
having acquired a well paid job that would cover her bills. The
anticipation of the coming Monday when she would start hew new duties.
Pride that she would be the one to sort these youngsters out, and help
them on their way to a better future. There was though a nagging doubt
in the slayer's mind, which she couldn't quite explain.
	A couple of blocks from her house, Buffy suddenly realised what had
been troubling her. She had to slam on the car's brakes to stop
herself from driving straight across a busy intersection. She dragged
her head onto the steering weel and sighed loudly.
	"Dawn!"

Monday came all too quickly. It had been arranged that Xander would
take the Summers' girls into Sunnydale High, as Buffy had confided to
her close friend that she was so nervous, she probably shouldn't drive
there on her first day.
	There was silence during the journey, which was in Xander's view
thankfully short. His attempts to lighten the atmosphere had not gone
down well with either sister. Dawn was clearly as mad as she had been
on Friday, when her older sister first revealed to her that she was
the new punishment supremo at Dawn's school.

Her first day was pretty quiet. In the morning, she'd said goodbye to
the still sulking Dawn and reported nice and early to the school
secretary. The older woman greeted her with an amused smile, perhaps
wondering how such a slender blonde could possibly deter any student
from committing bad behaviour.
	"Follow me, dear." The secretary took Buffy down a set of stairs and
into her office. Typical, I'm stuck away in the basement, thought the
slayer. She found her "office" was essentially a windowless room with
two tables and a chair. The first table was positioned towards the
rear of the room - a PC and a set of trays sat atop the heavy desk,
whilst the chair was a comfortable leather type that swivelled around.
Buffy knew her first task of the day would be to swivel around a few
times in that lovely chair. Well, a slayer needs to have fun too...Her
thoughts turned to the second table, situated in the centre of the
room, without any items at all on top of it. Probably just a spare;
there's nowhere else to store it, she thought.

It was only towards the end of the morning that she realised the
significance of the second table.Having played with her chair, the PC,
and shuffled some student files, Buffy's natural curiosity took her to
the center table, which was built with a large and wide set of drawers
on one side. She gasped as she opened the top drawer - there she found
what she would later refer to as her "tools". There was a thick
leather belt, a paddle with a number of holes drilled into it, and a
fearsome looking cane. She took the cane from the drawer with a
curious smile, and whipped it fiercely through the air. The ensuing
whistle of the wind was intoxicating to the slayer. I may enjoy this
job after all, she thought. It was then she realised the positioning
of the table - the students would bend over it so that she could get a
good swing at their derrieres. Perfect.  She opened the second drawer
- handcuffs, rope and a note from the principal - "If you need any
more supplies, the secretary can supply you with some petty cash."
	"Nope", she said to herself. "I think I'm good - for now at least."

Buffy saw six students during that first week. She felt sorry for
them, and didn't believe it was necessary to punish them. Their
behaviour at school had been very foolhardy, but they all seemed
contrite. The last boy she had seen had even hugged her. She has
listened to the students' side of the argument, then explained why
their actions weren't appropriate from the teacher's perspective. The
students accepted the points she made. Good all round, she thought. No
need to use the tools yet.

The next Monday also started quietly enough. Her thoughts were
beginning to turn to lunch when the "You have mail" message popped up
on her PC screen. Opening her inbox, she found a message from the
Chairman of the school board, Mr Griffiths. The mail was very clear.
Her current disciplinary methods were not wanted at Sunnydale High. If
they'd wanted someone for the students to talk to, they'd have hired
another qualified counsellor. Mr Griffiths final comment left her with
no illusions.
	"The next time a student is sent to you for punishment, I expect them
to walk out of your office sobbing, with one very sore backside."
	Buffy frowned. She was getting on with the kids, but work had to come
first. Buffy knew she couldn't afford to lose her job, and was
determined to make an impression on the next teenager that arrived in
her office.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon and the slayer was anxious to
prove she could do the job. The real job she was hired for. All of a
sudden, there was a quite, timid knock on the door.
	"Come in!" Buffy urged, putting on her most authoritarian voice. Best
not to let the kid's hopes get too high. The door slowly opened.
	"What the hell!"
	"Mrs Robinson caught me..err..stealing this week's test. It wasn't a
big deal! The whole class felt we didn't deserve a test. We hadn't
covered the subject properly!"
	Buffy glared at her sister. Beautiful Dawn - with her long dark hair
and butter wouldn't melt expression - had been nothing but trouble all
year. Buffy had hoped  the younger girl would start to develop a real
sense of maturity and responsibility, as the slayer had done when she
was 16.
	" I know you've got to be seen to be fair...because you're my
sister....so maybe you could give me a detention..or maybe two this
week."
	Buffy looked her sister up and down. Dawn was wearing a tight pink,
V-neck sweater and tight dark blue jeans. Her young breasts hadn't
fully developed, but there was still sufficient shape in her firm body
to make Buffy realise that womanhood was just round the corner for
Dawn. Her sister would have to start dealing with real life real soon.
Time for a valuable lesson. Buffy was determined to demonstrate that
actions had consequences.
	"Take your jeans off, Miss Summers."
	"Buffy!" The teenager, reacting angrily to the order, stood up
straight, and defiantly crossed her arms.
	"You're here to be punished for stealing, Miss Summers. Please remove
your jeans. Now!"
	Dawn looked very uncomfortable. Her hands dropped to her front, her
fingers playing nervously with themselves. There was a long pause.
Dawn started to cry. Oh great! Here comes the water works, thought the
slayer. She put on her most sympathetic voice possible.
	"Look Dawn. You know I have a job to do." The slayer paused. "Please
don't cry dawnie!" Her sister looked up at her hopefully. Of course
Buffy wouldn't spank her, she concluded, she's just trying to scare
me. Her sister's next words filled her with dread.
	"You've been reckless and naughty today Dawn, but then you've been
that for some time. When you leave this office, you're gonna have one
sore bottom. The sooner you realise that, the easier things will get."
Dawn's outpouring of tears got even stronger. "Now, Miss Summers,
please remove your jeans."
	Somehow, Dawn managed to bring her hands down to the buttons of her
tight blue jeans. She slowly undid the buttons, pulled the zip down,
and pushed the jeans down her bare legs. Dawn stood there in her pink
top and brief lime panties, with her jeans stuck half way down her
legs.
	"I said take them off. All the way." Dawn looked pitifully at her.
"You'll have to take your sneakers off, won't you?" Dawn untied the
sneakers, stepped out of them, then removed her jeans and placed them
over a nearby stool.
	"Now bend over the desk." Dawn sniffled, but failed to move
	"Miss Summers, do you have any doubts that I can make you bend over
that desk?" Dawn began to realise that the situation was hopeless.
Maybe a spanking wouldn't be that bad, she calculated. She bent over
the wooden desk. Buffy made her hold onto one side of the desk with
both arms, which pressed her breasts forward onto the hard wooden
surface. Suddenly, she had bigger troubles. Buffy's hands were at her
waist. She was pulling down her panties!
	"Buffy, nooooooooooo!" She tried to stand up, but the slayer firmly
held her down."
	"You didn't think we were going to do this over those panties? A good
spanking is always on the bare!" Where had she got that from, Buffy
wondered to herself. She looked at her younger sister, naked from the
waist down. Her perfect white bottom was sure gonna be a different
colour soon. She paused, considering the situation for a moment. This
is tough, she thought. I don't ever want to do this again. This needs
to be a sound, harsh punishment. Dawn continued to cry softly. She'll
never accept this, Buffy thought. It'll be too difficult for her. She
decided to restrain the teenager. She took the handcuffs out of the
drawer and placed them on Dawn's hands.Dawn looked really terrified
now, but she seemed to have lost her voice. Well, I'm sure she'll get
that back soon enough, Buffy wryly smiled to herself. Next she had
Dawn's legs tied to the sturdy legs of the table, so the slim
teenager's slender legs wouldn't be able to kick out.
	Buffy went to the top drawer of the table. She felt her sister's eyes
focus on her every move. Clearly, Dawn was anxious to see what
implement the slayer would use to chastise her. Buffy pulled out the
paddle and the long strap. Dawn's eyes widened.
	"Buffy, I'll be good from now on. You know I will. Buffy,
plleeeeeeaaaaassssseee!" Dawn was sweating now. The blonde placed the
belt to one side, grasped the paddle firmly in her right hand, and
walked behind her sister. There was a knock on the door.
	Buffy moved to the door, and opened it slightly, so that the
unexpected visitor would not be able to view the half naked Dawn bent
across the table. After all, there was no need to humiliate Dawn in
front of her fellow students. But it wasn't a pupil - it was the
Principal.
	"Buffy, can I come in? I need to discuss some feedback I've had from
the school board." Buffy opened the door and gestured the Principal
inside. He's not a fellow student, she reasoned, and he needs to be
re-assured that I can handle an unruly pupil at his school.
	"Ahhh!" the principal exclaimed as he saw bare bottomed Dawn. "I see
Miss Summers is here to benefit from some mentoring. Very good. I hope
you learn a lesson here today, Dawn."
	"Uhh...Yes, sir." Dawn answered.
	"You don't mind it I see you at work, Buffy?"
	"Of course not." The slayer returned to her position behind her
sister. Dawn closed her eyes, hoping to shut out some of the
humiliation of this new and horrible experience.
	Buffy raised the paddle and slammed it into her sister's pale young
buttocks. The reaction was instant - Dawn yelled out in agony as the
wood exploded onto her bottom. Buffy was unmoved. She was ready to
give Dawn the thrashing she deserved. Even if she wanted to go easy,
the Principal's attendance meant she would have to chastise the pretty
brunette fully. She glanced over at the Principal. He was silent, but
he did give an approving nod. Dawn started crying again. Buffy stared
at the girl's bottom. The left side was reddening from the first blow.
Time to redress the balance. With the power of a martial arts expert,
Buffy struck the paddle into Dawn's right buttock.
	"OOOOOOOOOOOOOwwwwwwwwwww!" Dawn screamed out, and struggled against
her bonds. Buffy delivered 10 more blows - 5 to each cheek. Dawn was
hysterical. Her bottom was on fire, and she was promising all manner
of things. More chores. Extra homework. Anything for Buffy to stop.
	Buffy did pause after those first dozen strikes. Dawn's bottom was
bright red and beginning to bruise. Her sister had certainly learnt a
lesson, but Buffy knew she would have to go further to make sure that
Dawn never forgot this experience.
	"Dawn, I think you'd say anything to stop me spanking you. I need to
know I've really got through to you. I'm going to strap your bottom a
dozen times. And it is really going to sting."
	"Buffy. Nooo!"
	"But if you count the strokes, and thank me for each one, then I'll
know that you've accepted your punishment and we can stop. If not,
then..." Buffy let her words trail away. It was better to let Dawn
imagine what would happen. "I'll leave it upto you."
	The slayer picked up the strap and swished it through the air. Dawn
jumped.
	"Just a practice!. It's a tricky thing, this strap. Wouldn't want to
miss your bottom...." Buffy raised the strap again and whipped it
across the very vulnerable - and already red - teenage bottom.
	Dawn yelped loudly as the strap tore into her buttocks,but she was
quick to add, "One, thank you, Buffy." There wasn't any resentment in
her voice, just acceptance. Clearly, she wanted the beating to end,
and was prepared to toe the line. Buffy was a little surprised at her
sister's acquiescence, particularly to the requirement to thank her.
Gratitude was not one of Dawn's strengths. Well, let's see whether
she'll thank me for this one, thought Buffy.
	Whoosh! The second blow landed almost exactly where the first had -
doubling the intensity of the initial stripe. Dawn was sobbing at full
intensity now. Buffy was about to land the third strike without
hearing the obligatory count, when she heard a pitiful voice say,
"Two, thank you, Buffy."
	The principal glanced at this watch and sighed. "Alas. Must go to a
meeting" He headed for the door, then turned back to face the elder
Summers girl. "Buffy, I think you'll do a very good job for us"

Dawn wasn't sure how she got throught the next few strokes. Buffy
landed them on her real good, but she managed to thank her for every
single one.
	"Dawnie. This is your final stroke. Are you ready?"
	"Yes Buffy" Thwack! This was the nastiest stroke of all. The belt had
hit the inside of her thigh, the top of the vicious strap smacking
against her private parts. This was almost too much for Dawn. She
screamed, unable to consider anything other than the pain of the
moment. Buffy gave her a moment.
	"Twelve, thank you Buffy" said Dawn finally, now trying to fight back
her tears,

	Buffy swelled with pride as she realised her Dawnie was finally
trying to be brave and take responsbility for her actions. She untied
her sister and gave her a huge hug. Dawn managed a smile.
	"I'll try to be good, I really will."
	"I know, Dawn, I know now. As soon as we get home, I'll get you some
cooling lotion for that hot bottom of yours. It'll sting for a few
days when you sit down, but you'll be ok. But, before that, I need you
to really think about what happened today. For the next 30 minutes, I
want you to stand in that corner with your bare red bottom on display
to me. And, Dawn, I know your behind is scorching, but keep your hands
away from it or you'll be in trouble"
	Dawn moved over to the corner. She was feeling self-conscious now,
half naked in front of her older sister, with a bright red and very
sore bottom. Standing in the corner, she voluntarily placed her hands
on her head for the next half hour, so she wouldn't be tempted to
touch her burning behind.
	Finally, the 30 minutes was up and Buffy let her pull her panties up
and get dressed in her jeans. The tight cotton was sore on Dawns'
bottom, but she was determined not to complain. Buffy noted this, but
didn't say anything.

When they got home, Dawn changed into her pyjamas, as that was the
loosest thing she could think of to wear. Buffy knocked on Dawn's
bedroom door.
	"Can I come in?"
	"Sure." Buffy entered and handed Dawn the cooling lotion she'd
promised. "Thanks"
	"Dinner will be in 10 minutes".
	"Ok..err....Buffy?"
	"Yeah?"
	"I love you."
	"I love you too Dawn"

Buffy went downstairs. Dawn removed the pyjama bottoms and went to the
mirror. Her bottom was totally red and blue, there was no white to be
seen, and the individual marks of the strap were still visible. The
holes on the paddle had left their own special marks around her
buttocks. Dawn began to rub the lotion into her bottom. The stinging
was incredible.
	"So that was my first spanking", she said to herself, then sighed,
thinking back to events even earlier in the day.
	"I wonder if we'll still have to take the test."

Feedback appreciated.

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