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"Are you certain this is what you want?"
Cordelia turned away from the bookshelf and looked at Giles. He stood across his living room from her, his arms over his chest. Her mouth opened slightly and she ran her eyes over his mussed hair and took in the sight of his shirt open at the neck with the sleeves rolled up.
She nodded slowly.
"Will you tell me why tonight is different from the last time?"
"...No. I don't know. I just...need it."
"It's in the front closet."
Nodding again, Cordelia forced her legs to move and she walked over to the closet, opening it and quickly finding the item she was looking for. Turning, she handed it to Giles, her eyes sliding away from the grim look on his face.
Turning again, she began to walk up the stairs, knowing Giles would follow her. Entering his bedroom, she turned on the light, then knelt on the bench at the end of the bed, leaning forward until she buried her burning face in the soft, down comforter and her hands clutched at the tough cotton cover.
She heard him behind her and squeezed her eyes shut. His hands moved over her short, plaid skirt and she felt him push it up over her bottom.
As Giles' fingers hooked into the sides of her modest cotton panties and pulled them down, a tremor ran through Cordelia and she bit back a moan of anticipation. The panties stopped at her knees and his calloused hand ran over her naked bottom.
"How many do you want, Cordelia?"
"...Twenty five," she answered in a small voice. It had never been that many and she didn't know if she could stand it, but she needed it. Needed him to do this to her.
"Count."
"Yes sir," she whispered, trying to prepare herself.
The air broke with the sound and the cane cracked across her bottom. Gasping at the wave of pain racing through her, Cordelia moaned, "One."
The next blow landed lower, on the fleshy part of her cheeks and she squirmed, whimpering at the burning pain. Giles' free hand found her back, holding her down. "Two."
He pushed her slightly forward and Cordelia flinched, knowing what was coming. The cane slashed across her upper thighs--his favorite spot--and tears flooded from her eyes as she bit her lip. "Three," she stammered, turning her head to the side so she could breathe.
Giles concentrated on that spot, hitting her seven more times. On the tenth blow, she screamed the number and tried to buck his hand off of her, wriggling and sliding forward away from the cane. The pain from that one sensitive spot was incredible, like fire burning her tender skin.
"Do you want me to tie you down?"
It wasn't a threat. Cordelia tried to bring herself under control. They weren't even half way done. "No," she answered, her voice shaking.
"Then stay still and keep your bottom raised."
Biting her lip, Cordelia forced her bottom up and waited, her whole body trembling in pain.
The next five blows landed across her bottom cheeks and she laid still, whimpering each number as fresh tears coursed down her cheeks and her fingers dug rhythmically into the bedding.
Giles slid his hand down her back to gently rub the red marks on her white skin. He felt her flinch, then lift her bottom into his hand. Taking a deep breath, he smelled her arousal and slid one finger across her sensitive anus.
Cordelia bucked and whimpered in shameful pleasure as heat pooled between her legs. She didn't know if it was from the caning or his touch.
She also knew, she didn't care.
The next blow caught her totally off guard and she shrieked and thrust her body against the bed away from him as pain lashed through her. "Sixteen," she managed to whine out.
"Stand up."
Flinching at the coldness in his voice, Cordelia rose on shaky legs and turned to face him, her head lowered, tears dripping onto the crisp, white cotton of her blouse. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her hand going back to rub her stinging bottom through the wool of her skirt.
"Undress."
Biting her lip, Cordelia complied, never raising her eyes to his face. She never knew if he was really angry or if this was part of the game they played.
Again, it was something she didn't care to know.
Dropping her blouse to the bench, she kicked off her low pumps, then stepped out of her panties. Unzipping her skirt, she let it pool at her feet, then kicked it aside. Trembling hands found the front-clasp of her bra and it fell to the floor, leaving her naked.
Giles pushed the bench out of the way, then took one of her hands and guided her backwards. Lifting her arm, he quickly snapped the padded cuff around her wrist, chaining it to the high post of the bed, then repeated the action with the other wrist. Kneeling, he did the same thing to her ankles, spreading her wide open, although there was some give in the chains at her ankles.
Rising, he picked up the cane again, tapping it against his thigh. "Look at me, Cordelia."
Slowly she raised her head and her pain-glazed eyes darted over him, finally focusing on his shoulder.
"How many do we have left?"
"Um...Nine, sir."
"And because you disobeyed me...?"
"Wherever you choose to punish me, sir," she answered in a small, thin voice."
Cordelia watched as he raised the cane, then stared resolutely past him at the wall. Pain exploded in her chest and she shook in her bonds as the cane cut into her tender breasts. "Seventeen." Gasping for breath, she focused on a landscape on the wall, then at one tree in the painting.
Three more slashes across her breasts and she was panting and sobbing, hanging in the chains. Salty tears fell on her abraded skin and she sobbed harder at the sting. She bounced slightly, biting her lip, trying to make the agony fade.
"Stand still."
Slowly she managed to obey and refocused on the painting. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Giles lower the cane, then hissed as it cut across her smooth thighs. Choking on her sobs, she managed to get the number out. "Twenty one."
Giles hand cupped one of her shaking breasts, massaging a thin, red welt and making her moan in both pain and pleasure. "Such lovely tits, Cordelia."
"Thank you, sir," she sobbed. He pinched one nipple, sending a sharp pain through her and she squirmed as the lust inside her grew.
The next blow cracked across her taut stomach and she yelled the number, squeezing her eyes shut against the agony. They had never gone past fifteen with the cane. She didn't know if she would be able to stand three more.
After a few moments and no new blow, Cordelia forced her eyes opened and she saw Giles looking at her, appraising her trembling, naked body.
"We're going to save the last three."
"For what, sir?" she asked, baffled. Blinking away tears, she stared at his chin, then nibbled on her lip as he set the cane down and reached for the manacles.
"For tomorrow morning...in the library."
Cordelia gasped, then felt him brush against her, wool against her sensitized skin, as he reached for the other wrist cuff. His erection pressed into her hip and she whimpered as moisture began to leak from between her thighs.
As he knelt to free her ankles, Giles continued, "Unless you want an audience, make sure you're there early. I want you over the table, bottom bare, for the final three." He rose to his feet again and watched her wrap her arms around herself. She winced as she pressed against the marks on her breasts, then nodded.
"Yes, sir." Cordelia took a deep breath and flushed as she caught a glimpse of him watching the rise and fall of her breasts with interest. "May I...may I ask why?"
"A whim." Giles reached for her hands, pulling them away from her body. "Now, why don't we do something about the lust that's dripping onto my rug."
Reddening at his teasing, yet arousing words, Cordelia nodded and pulled him backwards to the bed.
She flinched as she lay on her back, but made no move to change her position. She pulled his face down to kiss him passionately. He kissed her back, tongue tasting her mouth. His clothes rasped against her tingling skin. Her hands reached out to the buttons on his shirt. He stroked her tender breasts as she opened his shirt and pushed it back.
Giles pulled away and shed his trousers, then reached in his nightstand drawer for a condom, quickly putting it on. He climbed back on the bed and took her in his arms, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. "Roll over, my beauty, on your side."
She obeyed, and he spooned against her. Giles ran a hand over her sore flanks and gently moved her thigh, making her available. Cordelia moaned, losing herself in his gentleness as she'd lost herself in his harshness. Her fingers found her nipples, twisting and pulling as she waited eagerly for him to take her.
His cock slid home, filling her up. His hands moved all over her skin, sending tingles of pleasure through her . She gasped in time to his slow, deep thrusts. His lips and tongue were warm and lovely on her neck and shoulder. She moved her hand down her body and burrowed it between her thighs. He ran a hand over her arm, encouraging her.
Cordelia was peaking when she felt his fingertips find her anus. They were moist and pressed against her, opening her. "Oh, god...Giles that feels so good. So good. So good." The feeling of him pentrating her in both places pushed her over.
Giles pulled free before her aftershocks subsided. He cupped one sore bottom cheek and lifted it. She felt the head of his cock press against her anus, penetrating slowly, carefully. It was as if it was peeling her away, the pleasure and the pain he gave her.
"Take me, take me..." she whispered. He pressed against her throbbing behind with every thrust and she didn't care. There was no thought, only sensation, only feeling. His hand slid under hers and stroked her clit. Her body went taut and she sobbed out his name as she came again. He fell after her, flooding her, murmuring softly. Sliding out, he held her.
*****
They lay curled together in the soft bed. The light from the moon streamed through the window, caressing their naked bodies. Cordelia's sore bottom rested comfortably against Giles' flat stomach, her back to his chest as their legs entwined. His hand caressed her hip as his mouth moved lazily over her shoulder blade.
Smiling slightly as her body relaxed from an intense orgasm, Cordelia reached for his hand, entwining their fingers and pulling them around her waist. She made a sleepy, satisfied sound.
"Delia?"
"Hm?"
"Why so many?"
There was silence for a minute and he felt her tense briefly, then relax again in his arms.
"It's...it's the only way...I can feel anything any more," she whispered, blinking back the gathering tears. "It's the only way I can survive without him."
Silence fell again, only to be broken a few minutes later by Cordelia's hesitant question. "Why do you do it to me?"
Giles sighed, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. "I have to let him slip out partially every so often...or I'm afraid he'll take over all together."
"Who?"
"...Ripper."
This time when the silence fell, it was broken only by their soft breathing as the two disparate people surrendered to sleep. They were both damaged, but when they were together, they were strangely whole.
End