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STORY TITLE: Thank You, Mama Joyce!

PART: 01 of ??

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ([email protected])

DISTRIBUTION: Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy (GRR! ARRGH!)

SUMMARY: Joyce Summers has a lot of experience making naughty girls behave. Buffy is only the first girl to learn that lesson in Sunnydale

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

CATEGORY: Lots of Women

RELATIONSHIPS: Joyce/Buffy

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: <4,271>

SPOILERS: None, the show has been off the air for years, if you don't know what happened, why are you reading this? This story starts the night after the first episode of the second season, “When She Was Bad” and goes very AU from there.

WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. Also, there is Parent/Child incest in this story. I'm well aware, so you don't have to leave a review to tell me, that such a relationship is extremely unhealthy. But this is a fictional universe, and considering Buffy's relationships in canon, this may be healthier than any of those.

AUTHORS NOTES: A bunny that jumped me while discussing the latest chapter of Buffy's Pack. Also, I have no idea if a Greek Organization known as Theta Sigma Mu even exists, or if they have the position of Sergeant At Arms. What I've written comes strictly from my dirty imagination.

1630 Revello Drive

Sunnydale, California

Tuesday, September 16 ^th , 1997

11:30 pm

“Ooh baby, you're doing so good! Keep licking Mama's pussy like a good girl should Buffy!”

Joyce wasn't sure if this was an incredibly kinky dream, or if it was actually happening, and she didn't really care. She was sitting on her bed, her bathrobe open, and her daughter on her knees tongue deep in her pussy, her ass still red from the spanking she got for being out after curfew. Suddenly Buffy's tongue hit her clit, and her daughter curled two fingers inside her pussy, triggering an amazing orgasm.

The last thing she knew, was being stretched out of the bed, and tucked in, still naked, and Buffy leaning down and pressing a kiss on her lips, whispering, “I love you, Mama, thank you.”

If it weren't for three things, the whole night probably wouldn't have happened, but it did, and this is how. If she hadn't had one glass of wine too many, and if she hadn't been remembering her Sorority days, and most importantly, if Buffy hasn't tried to lie to Joyce, none of this would have ever happened.

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Earlier That Night

Joyce sighed in annoyance, it was 9:45 on a school night, and Buffy's curfew was no later than 9 o'clock during the week. She didn't know what was wrong with the girl, but she was getting beyond irritated. Last year hadn't been that bad, but ever since she got back from the summer with Hank, Buffy seemed to delight in pushing her. And it wouldn't take much to make her push back! The girls at Theta Sigma Mu learned that the hard way back in school, which was why she was the Sergeant At Arms for the Sorority from right after she was initiated.

She smiled slightly as she took a sip of wine, remembering how those discipline sessions always ended. They were some of the greatest orgasms she'd had in her life, and she foolishly gave it up to marry Hank. Sure, he was a decent man at first, and a satisfactory lover, when he wanted to be, but that didn't last much past Buffy's 5^th Birthday, and then it was fights, drinking, separate affairs, but she was much more discrete about visiting some of her sorority sisters than Hank was about his mistresses. And then the gym burning down, and the divorce. What a wonderful life she was living, and it looked like Buffy was falling back into her old habits again, and Joyce didn't know if she could go through that again.

Pouring another glass of wine, she glared at the clock, already planning what she was going to say to her daughter, and if she argued, well, she wasn't too old to be put over Mama's lap, and she would find that out!

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Forty-five minutes, and two more glasses of wine later, there was the sound of a key in the door. Sitting up on the couch, Joyce kept her eyes on the door and when Buffy stepped in, her clothes scuffed and dirty, showing clear signs of fighting again, Joyce knew exactly what she had to do. Calling out, "Buffy, come in here, I need to talk to you."

She could see the look of fright, quickly followed by irritation on Buffy's face, but then she came into the living room, standing in front of Joyce, who had gotten to her feet and glared at her.

Pointing to the clock, Joyce said, “What time is it, Buffy?”

Buffy looked at the clock and cringed, but tried to give her an innocent look, “Oh! I'm sorry mom, I didn't realize it was so late, I got to talking to Willow and Xander, and we just lost track of time. I won't let it happen again.”

“Uh-huh, and was it while you were talking to Willow and Xander that you got into a fight with whoever it was? Or was it that older boy who hangs around the house stalking you that you were seeing? And don't lie to me Buffy Anne!”

Buffy looked startled at her tone, but shook her head, “No, I wasn't fighting, honest, the Bronze was really dirty tonight, and I stumbled over some boxes in the dark going to the bathroom. Honest, Mom! I'm not lying to you, I promise.”

Joyce snorted, “Buffy, you are an ever worse liar than I ever was, and you've convinced me that you are falling back into your old behavior patterns. I don't want to send you to Overton, or someplace like that again, and if I have to take drastic measures to prevent it, that's what I'll do. Now, go up to your bedroom and strip out of all of your clothes, and then come to my bedroom. It's been several years since you've been over my lap, and I think you need a reminder of what bad behavior gets you. Now, you have two minutes to be standing in my bedroom ready for your punishment, or it will get even harsher. Move!”

Buffy looked like she wanted to argue, but didn't, just hurrying up the stairs to her bedroom. Joyce walked steadily up the steps into her room, opening the closet door and grabbing her slipper. She didn't want to use the slipper, but if Buffy's attitude didn't improve, she would have to.

Adjusting the bathrobe around her body, she realized she was naked underneath, and briefly considered dressing, but there wasn't enough time, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Just under the deadline, Buffy was standing in the doorway to her room, completely naked. Joyce's eyes narrowed at the bruises all over her body, but they could discuss those later. "Very good Buffy, you are on time, so I don't have to use the slipper, this time. Now, you remember what to do, don't you?"

Buffy blushed but nodded meekly, walking into the room and draping herself over Joyce's lap, her feet on the floor and her hands behind her back. Joyce looked down at her daughter for a long moment, before saying, “Buffy, I love you, I really do, you are my daughter, and I will do anything I can to help you, even if it seems harsh at time. After your punishment, I want you to really think about your behavior, and tomorrow we will have a serious discussion. Now, brace yourself!”

Joyce raised her hand up to her shoulder, and brought it down sharply, right on Buffy's bare bottom, making her daughter cry out. She forced herself to ignore the cries, this was for Buffy's own good.

Her free hand was holding Buffy's hands in place, so she didn't try to rub her bottom, and she brought her hand down again. Buffy jerked on her lap, but the cry was softer, with a slightly different tone, and Joyce was hit by a flash of memory, of the moment when the pain of punishment started to feel good.

If she hadn't had the third glass of wine or been reminiscing about her time at school, and if Buffy hadn't lied to her, things might have ended there, but Joyce just grinned slightly, and brought her hand down just as sharply, her eyes on her daughter's pussy, and she nodded, juices were starting to flow. Her naughty girl was starting to enjoy this!

Bringing her hand down again, she shifted slightly, so the tips of her fingers slapped Buffy's lips, and yeah, it was definite, that was a moan of pleasure coming from her daughter!

The next time, she allowed more of her fingers to touch Buffy's lips, and she actually spread her legs a little, giving her better access to her now wet pussy.

After the next spank, Buffy was lifting her butt off of Joyce's lap to meet her hand and was moaning in pleasure, with no trace of pain at all in her voice.

Joyce gave her two more spanks, and each time, she slipped her fingers inside Buffy's pussy and pumped her briefly.

After the last one, Buffy seemed to realize what was happening, and she murmured, “Mama? What's going on?”

Using the same words she used in her Junior and Senior year when she had one of the pledges over her lap, Joyce said, "Mama Joyce is making you feel good, since you took your punishment like a good girl. You want to feel good don't you, Buffy? So you can thank Mama Joyce when she finishes."

Buffy mumbled something that sounded like agreement, and Joyce continued working her fingers into her daughter's pussy, sliding deeply while her thumb rubbed Buffy's clit.

It didn't take long for Buffy to be squealing as she climaxed, and she soaked Joyce's fingers with her juices. Hearing Buffy cumming, Joyce realized she really shouldn't be doing this, but it was too late, she just pulled her fingers out, and shifted Buffy off her lap. Looking at her daughter, Joyce pulled open her robe and said, “Now that I've made you feel good, it's time for you to thank Mama Joyce, so get to it.”

Buffy gave her a bashful smile and softly said, "Thank you, Mama Joyce," before lowering herself to her knees and moved Joyce's legs apart with her hands. Shuffling closer, Buffy blew across the hair covering Joyce's pussy. Joyce murmured her encouragement, and Buffy put her mouth at the soaking lips and licked, gathering up the juices that were flowing. Joyce sighed happily, it had been far too long, and she spread her legs wider, giving Buffy more room.

Buffy was licking eagerly, her fingers sliding into Joyce at the same time, and Joyce idly wondered where her daughter got so good at licking a woman? But that wasn't important, Buffy's fingers hit a very sweet spot, and Joyce shivered in pleasure. “Good girl, Buffy, lick Mama Joyce's pussy, your tongue feels so good!”

The encouragement just made Buffy lick more eagerly, sliding her tongue deep inside, and using her nose to brush Joyce's clit. The whole situation was pushing Joyce closer and closer to the edge, and when Buffy used her tongue to press down on the clit, it was all too much and Joyce fell back on the bed, shuddering as the first orgasm in months that she didn't give herself rocketed through her body.

To Joyce's surprise, Buffy just kept licking and sucking on her lips, driving her to several more climaxes before she collapsed, unable to go any further. Buffy just helped her under the covers and kissed her goodnight, before leaving the room, turning the lights out.

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Buffy's Bedroom

A few minutes later

Buffy was feeling a little confused as she closed the door to her bedroom. She knew that she should be freaked out by the fact that she'd just had sex with her mother after she was given a naked spanking, but she really didn't care, she was actually feeling fantastic! Sure, the spanking was painful at first, but hearing what Mama Joyce said, knowing that her Mama really loved her, and wanted to keep her safe made her feel all kinda warm and fuzzy deep inside.

And it wasn't the fact that she'd used her mouth to please Mama, she'd been a cheerleader for a while, she knew exactly what to do with a cock or a pussy in front of her, all of the senior cheerleaders did. Hell, she'd already been on her knees to Cordy and had Harmony and Aura between her legs, it was just expected. And, yeah, she liked the way it made her feel. And it's not like she could get pregnant by having sex with her mother, was it?

The only question was, what to do now? If she knew her mother, when Joyce woke up she would be feeling incredibly guilty, but Buffy knew exactly how to fix that, and show Mama Joyce she liked what they did. She grinned, imagining the scene, but then the grin dropped as she thought about what was going to happen next.

She didn't want to do it, but she was going to have to tell Mama Joyce the truth about being the Slayer, and giving her proof this time, so she would believe her. And she was probably going to have to tell her about Angel, and no way was going to go over well!

Setting her alarm for a half-hour before Mama woke up, she picked up Mister Gordo off her dresser, and hugged the stuffed pig to her, before climbing under the covers still naked, and was soon fast asleep, dreaming of what happened, and what she hoped was going to happen in the future.

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Joyce's Bedroom

Wednesday, September 17 ^th , 1997

6:01 am

Joyce groaned as the alarm went off, and rolled over to turn it off. She cursed herself for drinking too much the night before, wine hangovers were never any fun. Sitting up, she slipped her legs from out of the covers and started to stand, when she realized that she was completely naked, and the events of last night hit like a freight train!

'Oh my god! Buffy! What have I done to my baby, she's going to hate me! I've got to fix this, but how, how to I apologize for what I did?' her thoughts were running around in circles, and she was distracted enough to not notice that her bedroom door opened until she heard Buffy saying cheerfully, "Good Morning Mama Joyce, I've got some coffee ready for you. Now, lay back down, let me say good morning the right way!"

Joyce couldn't believe this is happening, Buffy was standing there, completely naked and smiling at her, holding a tray with the coffee carafe sitting on it. Buffy walked closer and set the tray on her nightstand and then picked her legs up off the floor and made her lay back on the bed. Was Buffy actually doing what it looks like? Yes, she was!

Buffy spread her Mama's legs and climbed on the bed, sliding forward so her mouth was right where she wanted it. Looking up, she gave Mama Joyce a grin and a wink, and then lowered her face, her tongue going to work.

Joyce was trying to understand why Buffy didn't hate her, why her daughter wasn't crying and screaming, or threatening to call the police for what she did. Instead, she was far more cheerful than Joyce could remember her being since before everything happened at Hemery. She wanted to object, to stop Buffy from licking her, but it was already feeling so good, and it wouldn't do any harm to let Buffy finish before asking the questions, would it?

With that, Joyce relaxed and enjoyed the feelings of Buffy's tongue and fingers, and was soon filling her daughter's mouth with her juices. After she came, she saw Buffy sitting up, licking her lips and smiling. “That was yummy, thank you Mama Joyce.”

“You're welcome, but, Buffy? Why are you acting like this, you should hate me for what I did to you last night, and made you do. Why are you behaving like it was nothing? I don't understand.”

Buffy laughed happily,

“I knew that was how you were going to react, and yeah, I probably should be really freaked out about what happened, but I'm not. Do you want to know why? Because last night, you proved to me that you really did love me. You love me enough to punish me, even though you didn't want to. But knowing that, it made everything better, even my anger about Overton, but we can talk about that later. Yeah, it was a little embarrassing at first, being naked and getting spanked, but that went away pretty quick, and it started feeling good. It didn't surprise me that I was enjoying it, I kinda figured out last year that I've got more than a little submissive in me.”

Joyce opened her mouth to ask what she meant, but Buffy shook her head, “It's part of the story I have to tell you when we finish, just let me finish, okay?”

“Anyway, I really, really enjoyed it when you started touching me, and had no problem with making you feel just as good, as I'm sure you noticed. It wasn't like you were the first woman I used my mouth on, I'm a cheerleader for heaven's sake, I licked the cheerleader captain my freshman year at Hemery, it's that way in all the schools I've heard of.”

“Okay, so you really are okay with what we did last night, and this morning?” Joyce asked, wanting to make sure, and Buffy's wide smile and emphatic nod convinced her, “So, what's next?”

Buffy looked down, “Now, now we have a really upsetting conversation, where I tell you the truth about what's been going on in my life since before the gym burned down. I hate to say it, but we should probably be dressed for this conversation.”

Ten minutes later, they were both dressed and sitting at the kitchen table, Joyce with her coffee, and Buffy with a can of Coke. Buffy visibly gathered her nerves, and Joyce was starting to feel frightened about what she was going to hear. Buffy relaxed and said, “It started one afternoon after school, when I was still at Hemery. I was approached by an older man, very British, who told me his name was Merrick...”

It was nearly three hours later that Buffy finished, including demonstrating her strength and agility to the point that Joyce had to accept it was the truth. Joyce had called Buffy out of school and got her assistant to cover for her at the gallery for the day. By the time they were done talking, both of them had broken down crying, and they sat with their arms around each other, just taking comfort in being close.

Joyce couldn't believe that her daughter, her Buffy, had died last spring, and would have stayed dead if it wasn't for her friend Xander. She told Buffy that Xander would be a far better boyfriend than that Angel character, even without the vampire issue.

Buffy tried to object, saying that Willow would freak since she'd had a crush on Xander for years. Joyce just shrugged, "So date both of them, it's obvious that you don't have a problem having sex with girls, and if Xander is anything like any other straight male I've met, he's never going to have a problem with two girls having sex in front of him."

“Uh, I really don't think Willow is interested in girls like that. But other than that, it might be a good idea.”

Joyce laughed, “Baby, your friend may be denying it, even to herself, but if you showed the slightest interest, and made the first move, she'd be on her knees with your panties off before you could blink! Trust me, I saw more than my share of them during my years in the sorority. And once you have Willow, the two of you corner Xander someplace you won't be disturbed and get naked, he'll get the idea. And, if he's still got any of the traits of the hyena, he won't have a problem dominating you and giving you what you need.”

Buffy looked uncertain, but said, “Maybe, but, is it bad that I really want to keep doing what we did last night? I could do without the guilty feelings, but I did like the way you made me feel when you spanked me, and afterward.”

Joyce sat back, staring at nothing, trying to find a good reason to say no, and since it was obvious that Buffy was willing, she was coming up blank. Sure, Buffy was underage, but as long as they kept quiet about it, nobody would care, would they?

“You can't talk about this, to anybody, you understand that, don't you Buffy? Not only are what we doing illegal on several levels, it would ruin both of our reputations, and we'd have to leave Sunnydale, if I didn't end up arrested and jailed. I'm not kidding, I'm willing to keep this going, but we have to face the risks with open eyes. I mean, you can't even tell Willow about it, before or after you seduce her.”

Buffy looked at her seriously, “I already thought about that, last night before I fell asleep. I'll keep things quiet, not even telling Mister Gordo, and I tell him everything!”

Joyce snorted but nodded her understanding. "Okay, then let's plan on once a week, Friday nights?"

Buffy smiled and hugged her, and Joyce suspected if the front curtains weren't open, she would have started unbuttoning her clothes right there. Instead, they made their separate ways up to Joyce's bedroom. It was after lunch when they got dressed again.

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Time Passes

The next night, Buffy came home from patrolling with a smile on her face, telling Joyce that she had broken up with Angel that night, because of the whole Slayer/Vampire thing, and Angel accepted it. He wasn't happy about it but understood. Then she grinned and said she was planning to make a move on Willow the next day after school. Joyce laughed and wished her luck.

Around dinner time the next night, Buffy called and asked if Joyce minded her spending the night at Willow's house that night? When Joyce gave her permission, Buffy whispered into the phone, “You were right, about everything!”

Things were quiet for several days after that, until Buffy came home dejected one afternoon. When Joyce asked her what was wrong, Buffy sighed, "I'd finally convinced Willow that we should approach Xander this afternoon after school, when I happened to see him coming out of one of the supply closets, a sloppy grin on his face, and Cordelia Chase came out right behind him, wiping her mouth and fumbling with her lipstick. Three guesses what they were doing, and the first two don't count."

Joyce looked at her sympathetically, but Buffy just shrugged, “If Willow didn't have such issues with Cordy, I'd still be willing to go with the plan, Cordy has an amazing body, I'm not going to lie. But there is a lot of history between Willow and Cordy, and that's a non starter.” Buffy giggled slightly, “One interesting thing did come of it, though. Willow was really upset, and about to make a scene in front of everybody. I couldn't let that happen, and pulled her into an empty classroom and locked the door before pulling down her skirt and panties and putting her over my lap. You know what? Willow reacts just like I do.”

“So where is Willow now?”

“She's at home, standing in the corner of her room until I get there, I want her to really think about why she was being punished. And if she's learned her lesson, I'll introduce her to a couple of toys that I ordered.”

Joyce wasn't sure she wanted to know, but asked anyway, “And what kind of toys are those?”

Buffy got a wicked grin, “A set of beginning butt plugs for both of us, since I'm still going to find a way to get both of us into bed with Xander and Cordy, and I figure, if he's going to be the dominant we need, he's going to want our asses at some point, so we should be ready. I also got a strap on and harness, so Willow can practice sucking cock, for the same reason.”

Joyce just shook her head, grinning, before sending Buffy off to Willow's. As Buffy was leaving, Joyce said, “Remember Buffy, it's Friday, so your curfew is 10 o'clock. Don't be late!”

Buffy smiled at her, “Of course not, Mama Joyce, I wouldn't miss it for the world!”

End Chapter One

Chapter Text

STORY TITLE: Thank You, Mama Joyce!

PART: 02 of ??

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ([email protected])

DISTRIBUTION: Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy (GRR! ARRGH!)

SUMMARY: Joyce Summers has a lot of experience making naughty girls behave. Buffy is only the first girl to learn that lesson in Sunnydale

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

CATEGORY: Lots of Women

RELATIONSHIPS: Joyce/Buffy, Buffy/Willow, Xander/Cordelia

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: <4,168>

SPOILERS: None, the show has been off the air for years, if you don't know what happened, why are you reading this? This story starts the night after the first episode of the second season, “When She Was Bad” and goes very AU from there.

WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. Also, there is Parent/Child incest in this story. I'm well aware, so you don't have to leave a review to tell me, that such a relationship is extremely unhealthy. But this is a fictional universe, and considering Buffy's relationships in canon, this may be healthier than any of those.

AUTHORS NOTES: A bunny that jumped me while discussing the latest chapter of Buffy's Pack. Also, I have no idea if a Greek Organization known as Theta Sigma Mu even exists, or if they have the position of Sergeant At Arms. What I've written comes strictly from my dirty imagination.

PWP ALERT!: I was actually planning to have some story advancement in this chapter, but the characters decided they were far more interested in getting naked and nasty this time. Hope you don't mind GRIN

Friday, September 26 ^th , 1997

Willow's Bedroom

6:30 pm

Buffy made sure the toys were secure in her backpack before climbing up the trellis to Willow's bedroom window. The window was open, waiting for her, and she lifted herself over the sill easily. Looking around the room, she nodded at seeing Willow, completely naked standing in the corner by the door. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she grinned at the faint hand-prints on Willow's bottom, they faded faster than she expected.

“Very good, I'm glad to see you can still follow instructions. I was a little concerned after your behavior earlier. Now that you've had time to think about it, do you understand what you did wrong?”

“I started making a scene where people could see and draw attention to us.”

“That's right, and do you understand that if you misbehave again, I will spank you again?” Buffy grinned at the blush she could see on Willow's face, but then she smelled something very interesting, the naked girl was getting excited about being spanked! 'She and I have something else in common in seems' Buffy thought, before saying

“Or would you rather I spank you for being a good girl, Willow?” The soft 'eep!' and the way the blush spread all over Willow's body was answer enough, and Buffy stood, stripping out of her clothes. Sitting down again, she said, “Then come over here and show me just how good a girl you can be.”

Willow was on her knees between Buffy's thighs almost before the words were out of her mouth, and Buffy leaned back on the bed, bracing herself with her hands and watching the little redhead go to work.

As Willow's tongue moved from the bottom to the top of her lips, Buffy was even happier that she had taken Mama Joyce's advice, a tongue is much better than fingers or a toy almost any day! And then Buffy felt Willow's tongue sliding between her lips, and touching her deep inside, sending shivers of pleasure all through her body and it was soooooo good!

“Oh! That feels so good, Willow! You really are a good girl aren't you?”

Willow didn't answer, but her tongue moved even faster inside her, and the girl's nose brushed against Buffy's clit, making it impossible to speak coherently, the pleasure was just too much. Buffy was already excited thinking about what was going to happen with Mama Joyce later that night, so Willow was able to drive her out of her mind easily, but Buffy wasn't complaining, not at all, she was too busy floating around the room and reveling in the feelings exploding from her toes to her hair and washing all the worries away. It was glorious!

When she was able to speak again, she looked down at Willow with a smile and said, “Oh yes, you are a very good girl, my Willow, and that means you get a reward.” Sitting up on the bed, Buffy patted her lap and Willow scrambled to drape herself over Buffy's legs, her feet on the floor and her hands behind her back.

Holding Willow's wrists together lightly, Buffy rubbed her free hand over the soft globes of the girl's bottom, enjoying the soft sighs from Willow's mouth. Lifting her hand, Buffy concentrated on limiting her strength as she started spanking the redhead. From the way that Willow started moaning in pleasure, and pushing her rear up to meet Buffy's hand, it was obvious that she was enjoying the sensations immensely.

Rubbing Willow's soaking pussy Buffy enjoyed the feeling of the smooth skin as she slipped the tips of her fingers between the swollen lips. Buffy had ordered Willow to shave her pussy the first night they were together and watched while the blushing redhead used the shaving cream and razor, telling her to make sure she kept herself clean at all times. Willow had blushed, but then smiled widely and said she would obey. And she had, Buffy made it a point to pull her into the girl's bathroom first thing in the morning and slide her hand under Willow's skirt, working her fingers under the eager redhead's panties to make sure that she had shaved. Willow had been embarrassed at first, but by the second morning she just accepted it as what Buffy wanted, and that was all that mattered.

Of course, Buffy made sure that she was completely smooth every morning, just in case Mama Joyce wanted to put her over her lap again! Mama had been very pleased last Friday night, and even gave her a couple of extra spanks, which felt really good!

Willow's moans changed tone as she felt Buffy's fingers inside her, and she was deliberately moving, raising her bottom off of Buffy's lap to get more contact. Buffy grinned, Willow was far more like her than she'd ever realized since Buffy did the same thing with Mama Joyce.

She was already in a really good mood, thinking about what Mama had in store for her, so Buffy decided to indulge her pet this time, and slid two of her fingers into Willow's pussy and pumping quickly, making her cry out for relief. After teasing her for a minute or so, Buffy moved her hand and used her thumb to rub Willow's nubbin, and soon found her hand soaked with her juices as Willow collapsed on her lap.

Releasing her grip on Willow's wrists, Buffy lifted her up and cuddled her, telling her what a good girl she was, and how proud of her Buffy was. Willow snuggled against her, a sleepy smile on her face, and Buffy knew that her girlfriend was done for the night. Standing up, she moved so Willow was laying on top of the bed, which roused her, “Um, Buffy what are you doing?”

Buffy smiled down at her, “I'm tucking you in,my good girl, I can tell you are at your limit for the night, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll last longer as you get used to being my good girl. And I have to go patrol before heading home, Mom is really strict about my curfew.” Rubbing Willow's reddened cheeks, Buffy grinned, “And tomorrow when you get back from the Library, you need to make sure that your butt is extra clean, understand? I've got a new toy for you and you're going to want to be nice and clean for it. So sweet dreams Willow, and I'll see you in the morning.”

Before Willow could ask any questions, Buffy finished dressing and was climbing out the window, her hand reaching for a stake in her jacket pocket.

A quick patrol and three dusted fledglings later she was walking up the front steps to her house, almost 20 minutes before curfew. She was nearly dancing in anticipation of what was going to happen in just a few minutes and she could hardly wait!

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1630 Revello Drive

9:45 pm

Joyce smiled when she heard the sound of the key turning in the lock and saw that it was still fifteen minutes before Buffy's curfew. It was amazing the change in Buffy's attitude and behavior, and while she still felt a little guilty about how it started, she wouldn't change anything about it now. Granted, it had been a shock to find out what was really going on in this town, and what Buffy had to do, but she was learning to accept it. And she had to admit the sex was something she was starting to look forward to, after all the years of unsatisfactory sex with Hank it was a very nice change!

She'd expected things to be awkward the first Friday night, but Buffy was standing in the doorway to her bedroom right on time, wearing nothing but an eager smile. It took a couple of seconds, but when she saw that Buffy was shaved, Joyce started getting wet, remembering the way the girls in the Sorority started grooming themselves when they were sent to her for discipline, and how the practice spread to all the girls in the house. Those were wonderful days, and it felt good to relive them, even if it was in a very small way.

But tonight was going to be something different. Ever since Buffy had mentioned the toys she got for her and Willow, Joyce knew what she was going to do this evening. She hadn't had a chance to use it in a few months, since her last visit to one of her Sorority sisters, but her favorite toy and lube were in the nightstand and she could easily slide them under her pillow, and the enema kit was sitting on the bathroom sink waiting for Buffy.

When Buffy walked in the door, she came right into the living room where Joyce was waiting, and Joyce smiled,

“Very good, Buffy, you made it before your curfew again tonight. Now, because you've been such a good girl for the last couple of weeks, I've got a special treat for you tonight. Now, after you get ready, I need you to go into the bathroom. There is a box sitting on the sink, I want you to follow the instructions and use what is in the box. I know that you will think it's strange when you see what I want you to do, but trust me, I know from experience that it will make your treat even more enjoyable. Now, head on upstairs and come to my room when you are ready. Oh! And make sure you wash your hands thoroughly when you finish.”

Buffy looked a little nervous but nodded and hurried up to her room to get out of her clothes, and Joyce gave her a minute to get started before making sure the front and back doors were locked and the porch light was off. Going up the stairs, she was passing the bathroom in time to hear Buffy's “What the?” when she saw the enema kit, but Joyce had no worries that Buffy wouldn't do what she was told. Once she saw the benefit, Buffy would probably have Willow doing the same thing before using the toys on her.

Leaving her bedroom door open, Joyce loosened the belt on her robe and sat down on the edge of her bed to wait for Buffy. She wanted to laugh at the noises coming from the bathroom, remembering her first experience with an enema, it had been a very strange feeling, but later that night she was glad she had gotten clean because she ended up with the same toy in her mouth. The sound of the toilet flushing and then running water in the sink told her that Buffy was almost finished so she made sure her expression was impassive because Buffy wouldn't appreciate seeing her grinning when she walked in.

Less than a minute later the water shut off and Buffy was standing in the doorway, a skeptical expression on her face. Joyce smiled and said, “I know it felt strange, but you'll appreciate getting into the habit if you succeed in getting you and Willow in Xander's bed and he wants to fuck you in the ass. Just imagine after he cums, he pulls out and wants you to suck him hard again? Wouldn't you enjoy it more if you were clean?”

The look on Buffy's face was priceless, but she nodded, “Okay, that makes sense, but why did you want me to use the kit tonight?”

Joyce laughed, “I'm surprised you haven't figured it out, Buffy,” reaching under her pillow she pulled out the strap-on and lube, “I'm going to show you what it feels to take a cock in your ass, so you know what to expect, and more important, know what to do when you are ready to bend Willow over and use your strap-on to fill her bottom. But that's for later, take the position.”

Buffy hurried over, her smile even wider than usual as she leaned over Joyce's lap and put her hands behind her back. Buffy reacted to the spanking and the fingering as she'd done the last two times, but she seemed to be even more excited than before, getting pleasure from the very beginning this time, and she was already cumming from just two fingers sliding into her.

Joyce let Buffy enjoy the climax and as soon as she was back to herself Buffy slipped off her lap and was kneeling on the carpet and tugging open the belt to her robe. Pulling her bathrobe open Joyce spread her legs and smiled down at Buffy, “Go ahead baby girl, show Mama Joyce how good a pussy-licker you are.”

Buffy's face lit up with happiness and she moved closer, her tongue already reaching for the juices that were flowing. Joyce sighed happily as she felt her daughter's tongue brushing against her swollen lips, before sliding between them. Closing her eyes, Joyce leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs wider and relaxed, enjoying the sensations. Buffy was taking her time, switching between licking and sucking her pussy lips, before sliding two fingers inside and curling them. Joyce gasped in surprise at the feel of the fingers inside her, rubbing against the sensitive flesh before Buffy's tongue brushed her clit. “Oh, that feels so good, baby girl, you're making Mama Joyce feel so happy!”

Buffy lifted her mouth and smiled up at her, “Thank you, Mama Joyce, you make me feel happy too,” before lowering her face back to Joyce's pussy.

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Buffy hummed happily as she sucked on Joyce's lips, the tip of her tongue teasing the swelling flesh, before switching to the other lip and doing the same thing. She could hear from the sounds Mama Joyce was making that she was close to cumming, and wanted to make sure it was a really good one!

Buffy was really looking forward to feeling Mama's toy stretching her ass because she'd been fascinated by the idea ever since she'd heard the rumor about Harmony being found bending over for Percy West. She wasn't sure how true the rumor was, because Harmony seemed to be more into girls than boys, but it still got Buffy's panties soaked to think about!

It wasn't often that she cursed her self control, but thinking back to when she and Xander were in the classroom when he was possessed by the Hyena, it would have been so easy to give in and let him take her, part of her was screaming that he would give her just what she needed, and he was clear that he wanted her ass and mouth as well as her pussy. She was so close to giving in, but she had been foolish and fought him off. But now she would get to feel what it was like, and she was having a hard time not fingering herself as she imagined how it would go. No, she would wait, let Mama Joyce teach her how it felt, so she could do the same for Willow when the time came.

Mama's moan of pleasure pulled Buffy back to what she was doing, and she went back to licking up Mama's juices and sliding her tongue into Mama's pussy, rubbing along the walls and pulling back, wrapping her lips around the bundle of nerves and giving it a quick suck before brushing her tongue over the clit again.

Buffy jerked in surprise when Mama's hands came down on her head, but then relaxed and let Mama move her mouth where she wanted. It didn't take long for Buffy's tongue to send her over the edge, falling back on the bed and babbling happily as her juices filled Buffy's mouth.

Buffy sat back, licking her lips as Joyce recovered from her climax, holding back a smile at the language she was using, if Buffy had said half the things that Mama was saying she'd have so much soap in her mouth she'd be burping bubbles for a week.

“Wonderful as always, baby girl, now it's time for you to learn what it feels like to take a cock up your ass, because you know Xander will want you that way.”

Climbing up on the bed, Buffy lay on her stomach, with a folded pillow under her hips, raising her bottom up. It felt a little strange, but she didn't have time to think about it because Mama had her reaching back and holding her cheeks open. She felt something wet pouring down her crack, and then Mama was rubbing the lube around her tight hole.

Buffy tensed up, but then she heard Mama Joyce talking in a soothing voice, as her finger kept rubbing around her hole. “After cleanliness, the most important thing to keep in mind is to make sure that you are stretched out enough, because if you aren't stretched out, it hurts! And you don't want that to happen at all, do you?”

Buffy shook her head, and Mama just kept talking, but then she pushed her finger right through the ring of muscle. Buffy grunted at the strange feeling, but then Mama's other hand was under her and rubbing her pussy, the pleasure from Mama's touch making her relax. “I know it feels strange baby girl, but you'll get used to it soon enough.”

The finger in her bottom did feel odd, but the feeling of Mama's fingers rubbing her pussy and swiping over her clit was feeling even better, and Buffy was enjoying the touch so much that she barely noticed that the finger was joined by a second finger, loosening the muscle and by the time there was a third finger stretching her the oddness was long gone and Buffy was surprised that she was lifting her butt off the pillow, wanting Mama to go deeper. Instead, she got the fourth finger in, moving it around, and jolts of pleasure were shooting from the fingers straight to her pussy, and she wanted more!

Suddenly the fingers were gone, and Buffy bit her lip to keep from whining at the emptiness, she was enjoying that, darn it! But the fingers were replaced by something else, something rounder and harder, and Buffy grinned in anticipation of the feeling she'd dreamed about.

Joyce moved on the bed, and Buffy could feel Mama's breasts pressing against her back and her hot breath in her ear.

“Are you ready, baby girl? Ready for Mama Joyce to show you how good it feels to be fucked in the ass?”

All she could do was nod, and her voice was a whisper as she answered, “Please Mama, please fuck your good girl, I've been dreaming about it for a long time.”

She heard Joyce's voice in her ear, as Mama chuckled, “Really? You'll have to tell me about those dreams, my naughty good girl, and maybe we can make them come true.”

That was the last thing that Mama said, as she pushed forward and Buffy grunted at the stretching, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Remembering how it helped when Mama was rubbing her pussy, she reached between her legs and started rubbing herself, the pleasure shooting out through her body helping her relax, and the cock slipped forward into her tight hole, and there was no pain anymore.

Buffy let her thoughts drift away, just enjoying the way the toy was filling her, and her fingers were stroking her pussy, and soon jolt of pleasure were shooting through her body and coiling deep in her center, before exploding outward, sending her on a journey to her Happy Place.

Buffy had no idea how long she floated there, but eventually, she became aware of her body, and the feeling of Mama's hips slapping against her ass as the rubber cock kept filling her. Doing her best to move with Mama Joyce, Buffy pushed back, bringing the toy deeper into her body as her fingers filled her pussy.

“You are a naughty little girl, aren't you Buffy, cumming while Mama Joyce fucks you in the ass, and still ready for more. I wonder how your friends would react if they could see you now? I'm sure that Willow would be right next to you, maybe even with her hands tied behind her back and begging Mama Joyce for a spanking, while Xander would be in front of you, feeding you his cock, making you suck him and swallow his cum. Cordelia would be laying in front of Willow, making your naughty girl lick her pussy while she's being spanked. Wouldn't that be exciting?”

Buffy moaned as she pictured the scene, Willow laying over Mama's lap, a plug in her butt getting spanked as she used her mouth on Cordy, Xander in front of her, sliding his cock into her mouth, his hands in her hair and holding her in place as he fucked her face, until he swelled in her mouth, filling her with his cum, and then pulling back and shooting his seed all over her face, for Cordy and Willow to lick clean.

Once she was clean, he had her sucking him hard again, and then he took the plug out of her ass and replaced it with his cock and had Cordy move so Buffy could use her mouth to make the rich girl cum.

The feeling of the cock plunging into her ass and the pictures that Mama was putting in her head were too much, the pleasure was building throughout her body, and just as she heard Mama crying out that she was cumming, she imagined Xander flooding her bottom with his hot cum and Cordy spraying her face with her juices, and she was gone, the feelings of bliss washing over her, and she was gone, floating in a river of pleasure.

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Joyce smiled down at Buffy, who was sound asleep on the bed, an exhausted smile on her face. Gently sliding the toy out of her daughter's ass, she climbed off the bed and walked to the bathroom, unhooking the harness as she went. All she was thinking about was a shower to ease her sore muscles and cuddle up in bed with her baby girl.

It's too bad that she never noticed that Buffy hadn't paid attention when she came in, so the bedroom door was standing wide open, giving an excellent view of the bedroom. If she had noticed, the rest of the night wouldn't have come as such a surprise, because a very flushed redhead was standing in the shadows of Buffy's bedroom door, her skirt pulled up and one hand was busy rubbing her pussy and the other hand unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers tugging her nipples, biting on her panties to keep quiet as she fingered herself to yet another orgasm.

When Joyce came out of the shower, rubbing the water off her naked body, she nearly collapsed in shock to see Willow, completely naked and kneeling by the bed. “Please Mama Joyce, I'm a naughty girl too.”

End Chapter Two

Chapter Text

STORY TITLE: Thank You, Mama Joyce!
PART: 03 of ??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ([email protected])
DISTRIBUTION: Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy (GRR! ARRGH!)
SUMMARY: Joyce Summers has a lot of experience making naughty girls behave. Buffy is only the first girl to learn that lesson in Sunnydale
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Lots of Women
RELATIONSHIPS: Joyce/Buffy, Buffy/Willow, Joyce/Buffy/Willow
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: <3,775>
SPOILERS: None, the show has been off the air for years, if you don't know what happened, why are you reading this? This story starts the night after the first episode of the second season, “When She Was Bad” and goes very AU from there.
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. Also, there is Parent/Child incest in this story. I'm well aware, so you don't have to leave a review to tell me, that such a relationship is extremely unhealthy. But this is a fictional universe, and considering Buffy's relationships in canon, this may be healthier than any of those.
AUTHORS NOTES: A bunny that jumped me while discussing the latest chapter of Buffy's Pack. Also, I have no idea if a Greek Organization known as Theta Sigma Mu even exists, or if they have the position of Sergeant At Arms. What I've written comes strictly from my dirty imagination.
AND YET ANOTHER AUTHOR”S NOTE: Some of you may recognize a bit of business between Buffy and Cordy in this chapter. I used a similar bit in one of my Buffy's Pack chapters. I'm recycling it because it fits this chapter as well, and why re-invent the wheel?

Friday, September 26th, 1997
1630 Revello Drive
10:25 pm

Willow gave a sigh of relief, seeing Buffy's window was open. Scampering up the tree, she made her way to the window, and slipped inside, without making any noise! She was disappointed that Buffy's bedroom was empty and was going to sit on the bed and wait for her to come back. That was what she intended, but then she heard Mrs Summers' voice, and Buffy's voice, followed by the sound of something hitting skin. Curious, she moved to the doorway and peeked around the edge, only to stumble back in shock. She couldn't have seen what she thought she saw, did she?

Moving back to the doorway, she looked again, and yes, her eyes weren't deceiving her, Buffy was completely naked and Mrs. Summers was spanking her, but Buffy wasn't complaining, no, she was lifting her butt to be spanked. And Mrs. Summers was touching Buffy there? What was going on, and would Mrs. Summers spank me too?

She couldn't stop watching, she knew she should turn around and leave, but Buffy would know right away that something was bothering me when she saw me. She turned around, to sit by the bed and wait, but then the spanking was over, and... What is she doing? Mrs. Summers is letting her do that? She's enjoying it? That's perverted, but it's also darn exciting!

Her hand was sliding under her skirt and pushing her panties aside, she didn't even realize what she was doing until her fingers touched her wet pussy, and she pulled her hand out like it was burned. She was trying to keep her hands at her sides, but before she knew it, one hand was under her skirt, the other hand was unhooking the bra under her shirt, and her fingers were tugging her nipples.

Giving up, she tugged her soaked panties off and put them in her mouth to gag her. It was just in time because Buffy was laying on a pillow and holding her bottom open. Is she really...? Buffy seemed to enjoy it when Mrs. Summers started stretching Buffy's hole and spreading some kind of lubricant. And then she pulled out a strap-on toy and Buffy really seemed to like that feeling! But what was Mrs Summers saying, about Buffy using that on me?

Willow's brain just started going in circles as she imagined herself in Buffy's place, with Buffy using the fake cock in her butt, would she like it? It was so dirty, but it looked like fun. Her brain started working again when she Mrs. Summers, no! Mama Joyce telling Buffy that she was a naughty girl and Willow would be begging for a spanking before she got to experience the toy in her ass. She ignored the part about Xander and Cordelia, sure, she would love to have sex with Buffy and Xander at the same time, but not if Cordelia was there, she couldn't stand the bitca and wasn't going to get naked with her!

When Mama Joyce left Buffy dozing on the bed, Willow made a decision and started taking all her clothes off and when she heard Mama Joyce's shower start she hurried in and knelt by the bed.

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20 Minutes Later

Willow's head was spinning things were going so fast. After Mama Joyce and Buffy made her swear not to tell anybody about what she saw, but she wouldn't anyway, that was trouble none of them needed. Buffy then took her into the bathroom and had her use the enema which was strange, but she did it anyway. And then she was over Mama Joyce's lap, and Buffy had taken her soaked panties and twisted them into a rope and tied her wrists together behind her back.

The spanking from Mama Joyce was different from Buffy's, but still exciting, especially when Mama's fingers rubbed her, the pain went away, and started feeling really good! And when the spanking was over, Mama's fingers pumped into her, and her thumb touched her happy spot, Willow was surprised she didn't soak her bathrobe she was so excited.

Buffy freed her wrists and helped her to kneel in front of Mama Joyce to say thank you, and she was eager to thank her and used everything she'd learned from Buffy, and some things she saw on the internet that looked like fun, and Mama Joyce liked them. Willow had her so excited she almost passed out from pleasure. Then it was time for something new and she was laying on the bed with a folded pillow under her as she held her bottom open for Buffy to get her ready.

It felt odd, at first, but then Buffy reached under her and started rubbing her, and it helped her relax and Buffy was able to get two more fingers in there, moving them around to stretch her out, She was just getting used to the feeling and it was starting to feel good when Buffy pulled her fingers out and started pushing the silicone penis into her butt. She was expecting some pain at first, but after getting the head in, it was just a feeling of fullness that felt kinda nice. But when Buffy started rubbing her again, it felt really good, and she was able to move back to take the toy deeper.

She couldn't tell if it was Buffy's fingers rubbing her, the feeling of the toy pumping deep inside her butt, just the dirtiness of being fucked in the ass, or a combination of the three, but she was getting more and more excited, begging Buffy to pound her harder, that she loved getting fucked in the ass, just like a naughty girl should and she never wanted it to stop! The last thing she remembered was babbling like a loon as she was overwhelmed by the orgasms that had been building up from the minute she was put over Mama Joyce's lap, and she was washed away into oblivion, she was snoring by the time Buffy had removed the toy, a smile that would need to be sandblasted on her face.

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Joyce shook her head with a smile as she watched Willow and Buffy sleeping. The two of them were cuddled together in Buffy's bed, with Mister Gordo keeping watch over them from the nightstand. It had been a hell of a shock to find her kneeling by the bed, and it was a good thing it was just Willow, if it had been somebody else, like that Angel character, or even Xander, she couldn't be sure they would keep the secret. She was sure that Buffy will make sure that her bedroom window is closed, and that she closed the bedroom door behind her from now on. But she needed to talk to both girls in the morning, she didn't like the way that Willow was left alone in that house by herself. They had an extra bedroom, although she doubted Willow would spend much time in there anyway.

With a yawn, she turned and climbed into her bed, she was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

The Next Morning

Joyce was awake before either of the girls, which wasn't a surprise since it was the weekend, so she was able to enjoy her coffee in peace. It also gave her time to think about Willow and her living situation. She was 16, so she was old enough to apply for emancipation, but does she have a source of income? Need to find out how long Sheila and Ira have been leaving her home by herself, which could make a good case for abandonment if things get nasty. But, that can wait, let's see if she's even interested in moving in.

Checking the time, it was almost 9 o'clock, time to get moving. A few minutes later, the smell of waffles cooking drifted upstairs, and there were sounds of two girls moving around shortly afterward. She started to reach for the bacon before remembering that Willow kept kosher, so that was out. Instead, the waffles shared their plate with cheesy scrambled eggs, which went over well with both girls. As they were finishing up, Joyce said, "Before you go get cleaned up, I need to talk to the two of you." When she saw the nervousness on their faces, she smiled, "No, not about that. What I need to know, Willow, is how often do your parents leave you alone, and when did it start?"

Neither Joyce nor Buffy were happy to find out that Sheila and Ira had been leaving Willow alone for weeks at a time starting when she was seven years old. Joyce said, "Okay, now I'm sure you don't want me telling you this, since you have been raising yourself for the last 10 years, but I want you to move in here, we have a guest bedroom where you can keep your clothes and anything else you want to bring. We can do that this afternoon, and then I want you to think about looking into emancipation."

Willow's smile practically covered her face, and Buffy was nodding like a bobblehead doll, and Willow jumped out of her chair and wrapped Joyce in a hug, and then the tears started. Joyce wrapped her arms around her, whispering soothing words into her ear, and Buffy joined them, putting her arms around both of them, until Willow had herself under control.

Wiping her face, Willow said, “Thank you, you're the first adult who noticed and offered to help me. I've already done my research on emancipation, and I shouldn't have any problems, now that I'll be living apart from the Rosenberg's. That was the only thing holding me up, because even though I can easily afford it, I can't rent an apartment when I'm under eighteen. I've got tax records showing my income for the last two years, when I started selling my computer programs. The thing is, I'm supposed to have their concent to move out, and I doubt they would allow it, it would ruin Sheila's reputation as an expert on the “Teenage Child”, Of course, I also have documented how often and for how long I've been left alone, and neither of them would like to have that information included in court papers.”

Joyce smiled, “Okay, that's sorted out, do you want to give Xander a call, see if he's available to help move? You can bribe him with pizza and Caf-Pow to give him the energy to carry boxes and clothes.”

Willow laughed, “Pizza will work, but leave the Caf-Pow out of it. If there are any of those drinks around, I can't stay away, and I'm told that I'm like a chipmonk on speed after just a sip, you don't want to see me when I've had a whole can.”

Joyce saw Buffy nodding emphatically and she said, “So it's strictly caffeine free beverages for you, Willow? Also, I know that you try to keep kosher, but would it bother you if Buffy and I ate pork or anything like that?”

Willow shook her head, “Not at all, and honestly, I only kept kosher because they expected it of me, I don't believe in the Torah or any of those teachings, so don't worry about it. In fact, to celebrate moving out, I'm going to have a ham and cheese sandwich with a big glass of milk! Up yours Sheila and Ira!”

Buffy was trying to hold back a laugh because it was obvious Willow was serious, so she just put her arms around the girl and, once she was calm, said, "Okay, Rebel Rosenberg, let's go wake up Xander and make plans for what to bring and what can be left behind."

That was the last Joyce saw of them for nearly an hour, which gave her time to have the U-Haul set aside several packing boxes and tape, and material to pack a computer and other electronics safely.

By the time the girls were ready, and Xander was going to meet them at the Rosenbergs at noon, they had everything ready to go. Joyce also stopped at Tyler's Donuts to get enough sugar to keep the three teenagers functional until it was time to order pizza.

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It didn't take much time to pack up what Willow wanted to bring with her, her computer and her books, a metal lockbox that Willow carried herself, not saying what was in there, even though Buffy was really curious, but she let it go for the time being. Willow only took a few days worth of clothing and underwear, saying that she was going to buy clothes she liked, and not what Sheila thought was appropriate.

By 4:30 that afternoon, they were unloading the last of the boxes into Willow's room, officially her room anyway. And Joyce had ordered the pizza and soda (or apple juice in Willow's case) and they were relaxing waiting for the delivery,

With excellent timing, the delivery driver was just pulling away from the curb when the cherry red Lexus convertible pulled into the drive, the Queen C vanity plate clearly visible. Buffy got up to let Cordy in, the germ of an idea starting to come together, a way to get her and Willow into Xander and Cordy's bed. As they were walking toward the living room, Buffy said, “Hey Cordy, do you have plans for tomorrow afternoon?”

Cordelia looked at her suspiciously, “That depends on what you have in mind. I've had enough of fighting tentacle monsters and vampire religious fanatics to last a lifetime, thank you very much!”

Buffy laughed lightly, “Nothing like that, it's just that Willow is rebelling against her parents, especially her mother who bought all of Willow's clothes, and she's planning on buying a closet full of clothes that she likes, not Sheila. And you've lived her long enough to know the best places to get what she wants and get the best deals.”

By this time they had come into the living room, and Cordy sat down on the couch next to Xander and stole his slice of pizza, taking a bite and then swallowing, she said, “So, Willow, Buffy says you are finally ready to get some clothes that suit you, and not your mother, is that right?”

Willow nodded, before turning and glaring at Buffy, who just grinned back at her.

Cordelia smiled, “Excellent, it's about damn time you started dressing to bring out your best features, and leaving the Softer Side of Sears in the dumpster where it belongs. So Buffy asked me to help the two of you find the best deals on good quality clothes, and I can think of three different shops that would have clothing that you would look good in. I'll be here at 12:30 so be ready to go, and both of you, wear comfortable walking shoes otherwise you'll be dragging by the time we're finished.”

Before Willow could even think to respond, she stood up and finished the slice of pizza before saying, “You ready doofus? I want to hit the mall and take a look at the new Leather to Wear store, to see if there's anything I would be caught dead in, and if you are a good boy, we can go to Victoria's Secret and I'll give you a fashion show.”

Xander was on his feet instantly, saying a quick goodbye to the three of them, and practically dragged Cordy out the door, while Joyce and Buffy started laughing and Willow sat there, gaping like a fish. She probably wasn't used to the Queen being quite so blatant, but Xander's reaction wasn't a surprise at all. And Buffy wouldn't mind seeing that fashion show herself. She's already seen Cordy naked, but Victoria's Secret lingerie was even sexier than bare skin, and the Queen had the figure to pull it off, the lucky bitch!

Looking over at Willow, she was glaring at her, and Buffy knew she had to explain things or Willow would blow her top. Her girlfriend was fairly calm most of the time, but when she'd had enough, her redheaded temper showed up, and everybody knew it was time to find cover, immediately!

“Look Will, I know you have serious issues with Cordelia, but I'll be there with you and will slap her down if she gets too far out of line, okay? And you have to admit, the girl knows how to dress. I'm not bad, but she looks like she'd step off a magazine cover. Besides, she's lived her most of her life, who else is going to know the best places to shop?”

Willow frowned, “Alright, as long as you are going to be there to slap her down, I can go along with that, but I still don't like her, and I probably never will.”

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Sunnydale Mall
Parking Lot
Twenty Minutes Later

As Cordy backed into the parking spot and stopped, Xander got out to help with getting the top up on her convertible. Once the top was in place, and the car was locked, the alarm set, he walked beside her, his arm around her waist. With a grin, he said, "So, did you have fun winding Willow up? Or were you messing with Buffy and Willow was collateral damage?"

“Oh, Willow, always, but don't worry, I'll be nice tomorrow and in school, and with a new wardrobe, I'll be able to get Harmony the others to leave off the sniping.”

“I would appreciate it, and avoiding getting Willow upset also avoids Buffy getting upset because somebody upset her girlfriend, we want to make sure the Slayer is at 100 percent, with a happy home life, etc.”

Cordy smirked, “You noticed it too, did you? And I bet the two of them think they are being so discrete. But do you want to know something funny? The two of them have the same kind of relationship that we do, I was powdering my nose one morning before the bell, and I heard the two of them come in to the bathroom. They didn't even bother to see if they were alone, but I could see through the crack in the door as Buffy shoved her hand up Willow's skirt and said, “Very good, I want you to make sure you are just as clean every morning.” Buffy didn't say anything else, she just turned and walked out the door, and Willow, who was blushing at red as her hair, tried to smooth down her skirt and stumbled after her.”

Xander nodded, “It was easy to recognize the signs that Willow is more than a little submissive, after all, I picked up your signals pretty quickly. And, speaking of that, since you were a brat to Willow and Buffy, and hooked me into your games, your luscious ass gets to pay the price when we get back to your house.”

Cordy gave him her best innocent look, before snickering, “I know that I'll pay the price, why do you think I did it? I've got a plug in my ass, and I'm going commando, just in case you get the urge while we are at the mall.”

Xander didn't react, other than to raise an eyebrow at her, before stopping walking, and he guided his girlfriend between two cars, and he pulled up the back of her skirt, admiring the firm globes, and pulled back his hand, spanking her twice before pulling her skirt back down. “Just a taster for what you'll get to enjoy when we get home. Now, I believe you were planning a fashion show?”

Cordy didn't say anything, but to those who know her well, it was easy to see the blush from the open neckline of her blouse, all the way to her hair line, It wasn't an embarrassed blush, no, it was a blush that says she is extremely aroused and doesn't care who knows it!

Xander hid his grin, but wondered how long it would take his girlfriend to lose control and pull him into a secluded corner to suck him off? They've almost gotten caught a couple of times, and that seemed to make Cordy even more excited.

He wondered if he should mention to Buffy and Willow that they aren't being as discrete as they wanted to be, and see their reaction.

He could worry about that tomorrow or Monday, he had a very turned-on girlfriend walking just in front of him, putting on a show with the sway of her hips, and he didn't want to miss a minute of it.

End Chapter Three

Chapter Text

STORY TITLE: Thank You, Mama Joyce!

PART: 04 of??

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ([email protected])

DISTRIBUTION: Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me; they all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy (GRR! ARRGH!)

SUMMARY: Joyce Summers has a lot of experience making naughty girls behave. Buffy is only the first girl to learn that lesson in Sunnydale.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

CATEGORY: Lots of Women

RELATIONSHIPS: Joyce/Buffy, Buffy/Willow, Joyce/Buffy/Willow

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: <3,839>

SPOILERS: None, the show has been off the air for years, if you don't know what happened, why are you reading this? This story starts the night after the first episode of the second season, "When She Was Bad," and goes very AU from there.

WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. Also, there is Parent/Child incest in this story. I'm well aware, so you don't have to leave a review to tell me that such a relationship is extremely unhealthy. But this is a fictional universe, and considering Buffy's relationships in canon, this may be healthier than any of those.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: A bunny that jumped me while discussing the latest chapter of Buffy's Pack. Also, I have no idea if a Greek Organization known as Theta Sigma Mu even exists, or if they have the position of Sergeant-at-Arms. What I've written comes strictly from my dirty imagination.

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE DEPARTMENT: The background that Cordy described is borrowed from my old buddy, Iron Bear, used with permission of the author, the writer of the best Xander/Cordy stories I've ever read, and his stories are posted both on FF.Net and on Twisting the Hellmouth. I'm not sure if there is a space between Iron and Bear or not, so try both ways.

AND YET ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of you may recognize a bit of business between Buffy and Cordy in this chapter. I used a similar bit in one of my Buffy's Pack chapters. I'm recycling it because it fits this chapter as well, and why reinvent the wheel?

1630 Revello Drive

Sunnydale, CA

Sunday, September 28^th, 1997

12:30 PM

Buffy hid a smile as Willow paced in the living room. If her girlfriend had been on the carpet, Buffy would have expected the redhead to have worn a hole in the covering. Buffy had to put Willow over her lap for a spanking to calm her down, and even fitting her with a starter anal plug, while it distracted her nicely enough to make her cum, it didn't last. But now she was going off into a massive Willow-babble, and they didn't have the time to give her another spanking, darn it!

Right at 12:30 on the dot, Cordelia pulled up to the curb, Xander in the passenger seat, and Buffy opened the door, leading Willow by the hand to Queen C's convertible, cherry red of course. She and Willow were slight enough to fit comfortably in the back seat of the car, and with a wave to Mama Joyce to her and Will, but Mrs. Summers to Xander and Cordy, although she had heard Xander referring to Mom as Mrs. Robinson on more than one occasion. Hmm, Mama Joyce's Birthday is next month, maybe a Xander/Cordy threesome would be something she would want.   Of course, if we can get Willow over her Cordelia hate, the three of us could give Xander one hell of a show for Christmas!

Her mind went into her happy place picturing her, Will and Cordy starkers, stretched out on the carpet and forming a daisy chain while Xander stroked his cock watching us…

She had just gotten Cordy's ass prepared and was stretching the cheerleader with one of her favorite toys, while Cordy's mouth was busy between Willow's thighs, when they arrived at the mall, and it took Xander calling her name more than once to bring her back to reality. 

Xander was looking at her, a crooked smile on his face, "From how red your face is, Buffster, you must have been having one hell of a daydream. Care to share?"

"Eeep! Uh, sorry, Xan, not something I can discuss with any guy. But I'll tell Will and Cordy, and Cordy can decide if she wants to tell you, okay?"

Buffy could see Cordy's smile in the rear-view mirror, and she said, "Well, now you've got me curious. Once we get inside, I'm going to need to powder my nose; you two can come with me, okay?"

There was no mistaking the Queen C tone; it might have been phrased as a question, but it was an order. She learned that lesson during Cheerleading practice. Being put on her knees in the shower, and have to use her mouth to get every member of the Cheer squad to cum. It was fun, but damned hard on the knees!

Looking at Willow, her girlfriend was staring at her with an expression of shock, but Buffy just reached out and took Will's hand, mouthing, 'It will be fine, don't worry.' Willow didn't seem convinced, but after a moment nodded briefly.

Five Minutes Later

Ladies Bathroom

Fortunately, the room was empty, and all the stall doors were open so that they wouldn't be heard, and Cordy turned to her, raised eyebrow demanding an explanation. 

Buffy nodded, "I'll tell both of you in just a minute or two, but first, I wasn't around for the start of this, but what is your problem with each other? The first time I met you, Cordelia, you were insulting Willow, and Will was sniping right back, so don't look so innocent, Will, I've already spanked you once today, do you want me to give you another one, right here in front of Cordelia? Let her see that you've been a good girl and kept your pussy shaved, and she can see the plug in your bottom, to keep you ready for me to break out the lubricant and use my strap-on to fuck your naughty behind?   Is that what you want, Will?"

Willow's face was even redder than the paint job on Cordy's car, and she was gaping at her like a fish.

Turning to Cordelia, Buffy said, "Well, until Willow is able to answer my question, care to make with the 'splainy?"

Cordy looked at her for a long moment before sighing, "A lot of it was my fault, even though I didn't really understand at first. You see, when all of us were in kindergarten, we were all friends and played together. We had a regular jungle book group, Xander and I were the wolves of the Seeonee pack, I was Raksha, and Xander was Akela, Raksha's mate, although none of really knew what mate meant, but Jesse was our cub Mowgli, and Willow was Bagheera the panther one of our allies and mentor to Mowgli.  

"We had so much fun that summer, spending our time playing in the woods behind my house. Those woods were our jungle along the banks of the great grey-green greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever trees, and we thought the summer would last forever." 

A look of pain crossed the socialite's face, "It was just before school started that my mom got sick, real sick, and when she went into the hospital, she never came back out. I didn't understand what was happening, where my mommy went, and nobody bothered to explain it to five-year-old me, so I shut down, hiding inside myself, I guess, but I drew away from my friends, and ended up playing with Harmony and her friends. Somewhere along the way, I started sniping at Willow, Xander and Jesse, and they didn't understand why I left them, and I didn't have the words to explain. And so it escalated into a cold war between me and them, until Xander saved me from Jesse, who had been turned, that night at the Bronze. We finally sat down and seriously talked for the first time in hell, forever, I guess, and by the time we finished talking, Akela had his mate Raksha by his side, to hell with the world!"

Willow had stared at Cordelia, astonished, "That was why?"

Cordy just nodded, a sad look on her face.

"We thought we had done something wrong, but you wouldn't talk to us. But we were all five years old and didn't even know the word grief or how to express our feelings. Oh, Cordy, I am so sorry. Xander tried to explain things to me after you two started dating, but I was jealous of you for getting Xander, when I had wanted him for so long. I would have done anything for him, but you had him. So I wasn't prepared to listen at the time."

By now, both girls are crying and holding onto each other as they both try to apologize, and even Buffy had to wipe her eyes. But even as Will and Cordy figuratively kissed and made up, Buffy smiled, realizing her idea about a Christmas Special that would interest Xander far more than 'A Charlie Brown Christmas' just became a lot more likely.

After a few minutes, the girls broke apart, and after blowing noses and wiping away tears, Willow and Cordelia turned to adjacent mirrors and repaired their makeup.   Realizing that Xander was wondering what was taking so long, Buffy slipped out the door and walked to where he was sitting.

"Gonna be a bit longer, Xan, I finally got the two of them talking, and Cordy explained what happened when you were younger, they just got finished hugging and apologizing to each other, so that should make things a bit more peaceful for us all."

Xander grinned, "That's excellent, Buff, I had been tearing my hair out trying to figure out how to get Willow to listen, but my yellow-crayon friend can give lessons in stubbornness when she wants to."

Buffy smirked, "You just need to know how to handle her, a good spanking generally makes her much more agreeable, Will loves to be spanked!"

Xander's jaw dropped, disbelief in his eyes, and then Buffy leaned in closer, glad her shirt had buttons to the top, otherwise Xan would have gotten a great look at her tits. But when she was close enough, she whispered in his ear, "And you want to know something else? I love it too!"

The way the tentpole in his jeans swelled, she must have caused all the blood to gather in his cock. Buffy giggled and turned back to the bathroom and opened it enough to slide through the gap. She was suddenly glad she hadn't opened the door all the way, because Cordy had her girlfriend pressed against the wall, kissing her like it was going to be outlawed tomorrow. Will was kissing Cordelia back, and her hands were resting on the socialite's firm and toned ass and squeezing.

Buffy let them kiss for a minute or so and then cleared her throat loudly. Both girls turned to look at her, and she could see the nervousness in Willow's expression. Giving both girls a reassuring smile, Buffy said, "Well, this makes explaining what I was daydreaming about a lot easier. I was thinking that, for Christmas, the three of us could get naked and put on one hell of a show for your boyfriend. Do you think he would enjoy that, because I know I would!"

Both girls looked at each other and then turned to her, identical wicked grins on their faces as they nodded. 

"Then let's get moving, there's shopping to be done, and hopefully Xander's blood has returned to his body."

Cordy looked at her, "Okay, Buffy, just what did you do to my boyfriend?"

With her most innocent look, she said, "Well, all I did was say that you and Willow had resolved your differences. Xander said that he tried to explain to Will, but he said that she could give lessons in stubbornness. I told him that a good spanking makes her far more agreeable. His eyes glazed over at that, and then I whispered in his ear that I like spankings too!"

Willow's blush turned thermonuclear while Cordy just said, "Okay, for teasing my boyfriend like that, you are going to be giving Xander the exact same fashion show that I am, and we're starting at Victoria's Secret!"

"That sounds like fun, whatta say, Will? Want to join us and give the Xan-man a treat?"

Willow's blush didn't fade, but she was obviously thinking furiously, until she took a deep breath and let it out, saying, "Okay, yes, yes, I'll give him a fashion show just like you two! Now let's go before I lose my nerve."

Victoria's Secret

A few minutes later

Buffy had to admit that her girlfriend surprised her. Cordy selected some lingerie that she would be nervous wearing, but Will came strutting out of the changing room, like a model on a catwalk. She was wearing nothing but an almost transparent bra, and panties that could almost be used as a handkerchief, they were that small, and to top it off, her girlfriend had a garter belt and white silk stockings, and an amazing pair of FM Pumps. 

Hell, forget Xander, she wanted to jump her girlfriend right there in front of God and everybody! 

Cordy had positioned Xander's seat carefully so that he could see them, but nobody else could see the fashion show they were putting on. When Willow went back into her changing booth, Cordy handed Buffy her new outfit, and she was glad that Cordy had said she was paying for everything, because some of the things she selected were way out of her price range!   

When Willow came closer to Xander, Buffy was willing to swear the formerly shy girl was giving her Xander-shaped friend a 'come hither' look, and Buffy wondered where the hell this side of Willow had been hiding?

 Taking the lingerie, she stepped into an open changing booth and pulled the curtain before stripping out of her clothes. Taking a good look at what Cordy handed her, it was even more daring than what Willow was wearing. 

The stockings and garter belt set were the same, and the pumps, but the bra was a half-cup, stopping just under her nipples and letting Xander see everything. It was when she started to pull the panties on that she almost bottled out; she hadn't noticed at first, but they were crotchless!

Well, it wasn't anything Cordy and Will have seen, and Xander is going to be seeing the Full Buffy come Christmas, so what the hell, she'll give him a preview of coming attractions. Pulling the panties up and over her hips, she checked her reflection in the mirror and made sure that her soaking pussy was clearly visible. Adjusting her tits so they fit in the half bra, she put her widest smile on and pushed the curtain aside and stepped out.

She felt the urge giggle at Xander's reaction, her audience actually felt out of his chair when he got a look at what she wasn't wearing, and Cordy and Willow were licking their lips, so it seemed unanimous, everybody enjoyed what she was almost wearing, but now she and Will would get to see Cordy's choices.

When the other girl stepped out of the changing booth, Buffy was slightly disappointed, Cordy was wearing a satin robe that was tied at the waist and went halfway to her knees, but nothing could be seen, until she tugged on the belt and the robe opened, showing that she was wearing nothing but a smile, and Xander had all he could take, jumping from his seat and pulling Cordy tight against him. Cordy giggled as he walked them back into the changing booth, and the curtain was pulled closed. The next thing she and Willow saw, under the curtain, was Cordelia's knees hitting the carpet, and the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Buffy knew she should be surprised at how bold the two of them were, but it looked like the risk just got Cordy even more turned on. It wasn't anything she had any desire to do; she preferred privacy when she and Willow wanted Snu-Snu.  

Buffy just turned away to watch the sales floor. She wanted to be able to give Xan and Cordy some warning that they were about to be busted. Fortunately, her warning wasn't needed as they finished before anyone seemed to pay attention. She and Willow both got a shock when Cordy walked up to her and kissed her, opening her mouth, and letting Xander's cum slide into her mouth! Buffy thought Xander must have changed his diet, it actually tasted almost sweet, instead of the sour and salty taste she was expecting.

Keeping some in her mouth, Buffy gestured for Willow to come closer, and when the redhead was in front of her, Buffy pulled her into a kiss, sharing the last of the cum with her girlfriend.  

Willow was surprised at first, not expecting what she got, but after holding it in her mouth for a few seconds, she swallowed like a good girl.

Dressing in their street clothes and carrying their purchases, including a few extra's that Cordy insisted they needed, they went up to the counter, only to see Amy Madison working the register, taking a look at her name tag, Buffy was surprised to see she was working as an Assistant Manager, and seemed to be by herself in the store.

As she was scanning their purchases, Amy said, in a conversational tone, "You are all damn lucky that I'm the one working today, and since you all helped save me from my mother, so I'm not going to say anything, but for Hecate's sake, Cordy, find a better place to get a mouthful, will you please?"

Cordy just smirked, not embarrassed at all, but said, "I'll keep that in mind, or would you rather I invite you to join us? I saw how you were watching our fashion show, and if your panties aren't soaked, I'll pay you $100 cash, right now." She actually pulled out several $20 bills and set them on the counter, making Amy's eyes go wide, but she shook her head,

"You win; my panties are so wet I'm going to need to wring them out as soon as I can. And since we are being so open, I'm going to be pulling out my battery-operated boyfriend when I get home, and hopefully that will get me relaxed enough to sleep."

Cordy didn't say anything, but she pushed the cash across the counter to Amy, saying, "Keep it, we didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, so use it to buy some fresh underwear, and some batteries for BoB.   And thanks for not busting us, I know we were taking a chance, but that's half the fun.   I really don't want to think about what my father and his future ex-wife would say if we got arrested. And I do try to keep my reputation as clean as possible, which is difficult when Xander is as much of a horndog as I can be, and you never know when the urge is going to strike us."

Leaving Amy gaping at them, the group made their way out of the store, with Xander carrying all the bags, naturally. 

The rest of the day was exhausting, but Buffy had to admit that Cordy chose outfits that brought out all of Willow's best features, and it was amazing to watch. Will's confidence seemed to get stronger with each new outfit. Soon enough, her formerly shy girlfriend was choosing clothes that would give Sheila a heart attack, if the bitch even has a heart, which is doubtful.

As they were loading the bags in the trunk of Queen C's convertible, Willow said, "I can't thank you enough, Cordy, and I'm really glad that we got things cleared up finally. I missed my friend. But anyway, pick a decent restaurant, and I'll buy us Dinner. Just not some place we have to dress up for, okay? I've changed clothes enough for one day." She added with a grin, making the three of them laugh, but Cordelia suggested Carrabba's Italian Grill, and they all agreed they could enjoy some Italian food, but they would have to do some extra cardio to burn the excess carbs, but it will be worth it!.  

Buffy did ask Cordy to stop at a payphone; she wanted to let Mama Joyce know where they were going, so she didn't hold Dinner for them. Hanging up the phone, Buffy got back in the car, and they were soon heading to the restaurant, and Buffy's mouth was watering thinking about the Chicken Parmigiana she had the last time she ate there. 

The Dinner was just as delicious as she remembered, and she made a mental note to show Willow just how grateful she was when they got home. 

Of course, Mama wanted to see what they had purchased, so, going upstairs and making sure the window curtains were fully closed, she and Willow gave Mama Joyce a fashion show, making her eyes glaze over at some of their purchases from Victoria's Secret. 

She was relieved that Mama approved of all their new clothes, even telling the two of them that she wanted them to be wearing their lingerie when they came to her room Friday night.

By the time the fashion show was finished, it was getting fairly late, the sun had just set, so Buffy kissed Joyce and Willow, heading out to patrol the graves that Willow had pinpointed as possible fledges.   All three of the graves she was interested in did burst open as the fledgling tried to claw its way out of the ground, only to meet her stake before it was halfway free. She did have a bit of exercise when one of the fledglings' Sires objected to Buffy dusting her newest minion, and the Vampire had brought a few friends to the party.

Buffy had fun toying with the vamps but easily dusted all of them before heading back home. She still owed Willow a thank-you spanking and was really looking forward to having her girlfriend over her lap. It was a good thing that tomorrow was an In-Service Day for the teachers, so it was a day off for the students. Buffy had to make sure that Mama knew tomorrow was a day off, so she didn't wake them up before she left for work.

With a spring in her step, Buffy hurried up the steps to 1630 and found the door unlocked, finding Will and Mama sitting on the couch watching a movie on the tube. Sitting between them, she grabbed the popcorn and soon was engrossed in the movie.

End Chapter Four

Chapter Text

STORY TITLE: Thank You, Mama Joyce!

PART: 05 of??

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ([email protected])

DISTRIBUTION: Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me; they all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy (GRR! ARRGH!)

SUMMARY: Joyce Summers has a lot of experience making naughty girls behave. Buffy is only the first girl to learn that lesson in Sunnydale.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

CATEGORY: Lots of Women

RELATIONSHIPS: Joyce/Buffy, Buffy/Willow, Joyce/Buffy/Willow, Xander/Cordy, Willow/Buffy/Cordy

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: <5,103>

SPOILERS: None, the show has been off the air for years. If you don’t know what happened, why are you reading this? This story starts the night after the first episode of the second season, “When She Was Bad,” and goes very AU from there.

WARNINGS: If you’ve ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect: Oral, anal, Femmeslash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femmecest. Also, there is Parent/Child incest in this story. I’m well aware, so you don’t have to leave a review to tell me that such a relationship is extremely unhealthy. But this is a fictional universe, and considering Buffy’s relationships in canon, this may be healthier than any of those.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: A bunny that jumped at me while discussing the latest chapter of Buffy’s Pack. Also, I have no idea if a Greek Organization known as Theta Sigma Mu even exists, or if they have the position of Sergeant-at-Arms. What I’ve written comes strictly from my dirty imagination.

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE DEPARTMENT: The background that Cordy described is borrowed from my old buddy, Iron Bear, used with permission of the author, the writer of the best Xander/Cordy stories I’ve ever read, and his stories are posted both on FF.Net and on Twisting the Hellmouth. I’m not sure if there is a space between Iron and Bear or not, so try both ways.

NOTE: In the Season One Episode, The Witch, it’s not certain (at least as far as I can find) if Buffy and the others know what happened to Catherine Madison, that she was trapped in the trophy. For the purposes of this story, Buffy and Amy, at least, saw what happened to Catherine.

WATCH OUT WORLD, A PLOT APPEARS!

1630 Revello Drive

Sunnydale, CA

Monday, September 29th, 1997

Joyce left for work at her usual hour, humming softly as she kissed both girls goodbye before walking down the stairs. She was tempted to pull up the oversized t-shirt that Buffy was still wearing from the night before and pinch her daughter’s nipples, before doing the same to Willow. It would be easier with the redhead since Willow was wearing nothing but a blush and a hopeful smile. The moment the car was out of sight, the air in the Summers’ house changed, went from maternal to feral, as if the very walls sighed in anticipation. Buffy fixed her gaze on Willow with predatory intent and a conspiratorial grin, beckoning her into the living room as a cat might bat a mouse into the center of the floor.

Making sure the curtains in the front of the house were closed, Buffy pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it into the clothes hamper waiting for Laundry Day. “Clothes are for people with shame,” Buffy declared, taking her seat on the couch and patting her lap. Willow giggled since she was already naked, and eagerly lay over Buffy’s lap, putting her hands behind her back, and lifting her bottom to give her girlfriend easy access to wherever she might want to touch. It was an essential part of Willow’s day, and had been from the first afternoon that Buffy took such sweet control over her, and Willow didn’t want it to ever stop! Especially since she and Cordy cleared the air between them, and the anticipation of all three of them driving Xander wild had her squirming in excitement, even though she was trying to keep still.

Buffy smiled at the way Willow was trying to hold still after she had pulled Willow over her lap on the couch, legs dangling, bottom high and vulnerable, but it was obvious she was looking forward to Xander’s Christmas Present, Hell, so was she! But there were almost two months before Xander would be given a Christmas to Remember, and she needed to bring Willow back to the here and now. Lowering her hand to Willow’s rear, she gently rubbed the soft globes, slipping her fingers into Will’s pussy, nodding at how wet she was. That was good. Willow loved getting spanked, cumming her brains out every time. Willow whimpered at the feel of her fingers sliding between her lips and tried to put her butt higher, closer to Buffy’s hand. Buffy didn’t make Willow wait; her hand came down on her pale cheeks in a crisp, purposeful arc. The sound was bright and sharp, the sting immediate, but it was the press of Buffy’s palm afterward, the gentle squeeze and tracing of each red mark, that made Willow writhe.

“Thank you, Buffy!” Willow squeaked, voice muffled by a throw pillow.

“Shh,” Buffy murmured, and leaned down to whisper right into Willow’s ear, “You love it.” She let her tongue flick Willow’s earlobe, then resumed the spanking, harder now, a rhythm building. Willow’s eyes glazed, her hips bucked, and soon she was gasping and clutching the pillow so tight she nearly tore the seams.

When Willow’s voice became a string of babbles and pleas, Buffy eased her upright, cradling her in her arms for a moment of snug aftercare, rocking her gently. Willow nuzzled in, her face hot against Buffy’s throat, and Buffy kissed the crown of her head, amazed that this was real, that the girl she’d once only watched from a distance now melted in her lap and shuddered at her touch.

“Bathroom,” Buffy said, abruptly stern again. “Go get yourself cleaned up. I want you…perfect.” Willow scampered off, her legs rubbery, shooting Buffy a giddy, glazed smile over her shoulder. Buffy watched the sway of her pink, freshly spanked ass down the hallway and felt heat coil in her abdomen. She took the time to prep: from her mother’s nightstand drawer, she retrieved the heavy black strap-on and a bottle of lube, and fitted herself in front of the mirror, adjusting the harness until it sat flush against her pelvis. She felt powerful, predatory, a lioness awaiting her mate.

Willow returned, cheeks flushed, freshly washed and trembling in anticipation. Buffy beckoned her to the bedroom, and as soon as Willow lay back on the bed, Buffy took her wrists and gently but firmly tied them to the headboard with a pair of satin scarves. Willow’s eyes widened in lust and delight; she tested the bonds, then relaxed into them, surrendering utterly.

Buffy knelt between Willow’s spread legs, ran her tongue in a slow, lazy spiral from inside Willow’s knee all the way to her clit, and then, using her finger and then the toy, she circled Willow’s eager asshole, teasing it open while Willow moaned and writhed, unable to do anything but plead for more. Buffy lined up the tip of the strap-on and pressed, slow and steady, until the head popped inside. Willow cried out, shocked and delighted, and Buffy paused to let her adjust, stroking Willow’s thigh and whispering encouragement.

When Willow gasped, “Please, Buffy, fuck me,” the Slayer obliged, driving in another inch, then another, rolling her hips in slow, shallow thrusts. Willow’s whole body arched off the bed, bound hands straining at the scarves, mouth wide and gasping. Buffy fucked her methodically, making sure every inch went in slow and deep, until Willow was babbling thank-yous and slurs of Buffy’s name, tears streaking her cheeks from the sheer intensity of sensation.

Buffy bent low, pressing her tits against Willow’s back and working her hands under the bound redhead, her hands cupping Willow’s breasts, fingers toying with the nipples, until Willow was at the jagged edge of cumming, and Buffy pinched both nipples sharply, and Willow lost her mind, babbling madly, her body shaking in the bonds until she collapsed, a bit of drool falling from her mouth as she smiled. Buffy held still until Willow came back from her Happy Place, only starting to move when Willow started moving with her. Soon, they had fallen back into a comfortable rhythm until both of them climaxed. Sliding the toy from Willow’s tight hole, she took the harness off before releasing Willow’s hands from the scarves and, after cuddling for a few minutes, helped Willow to stand, and, carrying the toy, made their way into the bathroom, where Willow started the shower and soon both of them were nicely clean.

Sunnydale High School, Library

Tuesday, September 30^th, 1997

Morning

Their hair was still damp as they strode through the double doors of the Sunnydale High School Library, Buffy’s drying in bright golden hooks, Willow’s a halo of copper haze. Buffy’s mouth already lined up a joke about Watchers and tweed, but the sight at the reading table stopped her cold: Xander, Cordelia, Giles, and, of all people, Amy Madison, were all huddled together with the hunched urgency of a family in a hospital waiting room. The air was thick with tension, fear, and someone’s leftover perfume. Even Cordelia’s usual queen-bee posture had deflated into something approximating civilian concern.

Giles looked up first, glasses already off, which meant Defcon-1. “Buffy, Willow.” He summoned them over with a tilt of his head, his eyes dark with a worry he tried and failed to mask. Willow slid into the seat next to Amy, who was chewing the inside of her cheek so hard she’d probably taste blood any second.

Xander offered an awkward wave. “Hey, Buff. Will.” He tried to crack a joke, but it got lost somewhere in his throat and resurfaced as a strangled cough. Cordelia rolled her eyes at him on reflex, but didn’t say anything.

Buffy slid into the seat across from Amy, scanning the table for the usual crime scene markers—ancient books, loose notebook paper, a single manila folder—and then focused in on the pale, trembling girl, whose hands curled in her lap like spiders.

“What’s up?” Buffy said, keeping her tone light. “I thought we beat the rush on midterms.”

Giles ran a hand through his hair, leaving it sticking up in shocked tufts. “Amy had…well, best describe it as a nightmare, though given the circumstances, I fear it may be something more.”

Amy didn’t look at Buffy. “I dreamed about my mom last night.” The words came out small and flat, robbed of any drama by their proximity to real, shapeless dread.

Buffy’s mouth twisted. “Like, ‘dead-witch-stuck-in-a-trophy’ mom?”

Amy nodded. “I was standing in the middle of the gym, alone, and I could hear her voice screaming at me, ‘You’re weak, you’re nothing, you’re mine.’ I tried to run, but my legs turned to stone, and then—” Her voice cracked. “—she said, ‘I’m coming back, and this time nobody will be able to help you.’”

Cordelia actually reached out, then seemed to remember herself and made her hand into a fist instead. “A lot of people have nightmares, Amy. You’ve got trauma. We all do. I mean, have you seen my mother’s holiday sweaters?”

Xander actually managed a weak chuckle, but Amy was shaking her head, some part of her still in the dream. “I know it sounds dumb, but it felt different. I woke up and I was—” Words failed her, so she just clenched her fists until tiny white moons rose in her knuckles.

“That’s not all,” Giles said, steepling his fingers. “When Amy arrived at school this morning, she noticed something peculiar about the display case outside the gymnasium.”

Willow, always the eager researcher, leaned in. “The case with all the sports trophies? Like the one where—” She trailed off, glancing at Amy.

Amy closed her eyes and nodded. “It’s gone. The cheerleader trophy Mom was trapped in? It’s missing.”

“Missing?” Buffy’s voice leapt up half an octave. “No way. That thing was locked down tight. Like the Hope Diamond, only with extra bitchiness.”

“It gets weirder,” Amy whispered. “The glass wasn’t broken from the outside. Whatever did it, it came out. There were splinters everywhere, and the janitor said the alarm didn’t trip.”

Xander shivered. “So, what, we’re dealing with a haunted hunk of bric-a-brac? Or are we talking Exorcist-style possession?”

Giles sighed, and this time there was no Watcherly dignity left, just a tired, frightened man. “I wish I could tell you. In all my years of research, I’ve seen objects act as vessels for spirits, but once the spirit is bound so completely, the only way out is for the vessel itself to be destroyed.” He glanced meaningfully at Amy, then at Buffy. “And yet, the trophy is intact, simply…gone.”

Cordelia, for once, didn’t even try to lighten the mood. “Look, if that psycho is out and about, she’s probably coming after Amy first, right?”

Amy flinched, and Willow took her hand under the table, squeezing it tight. “We’ll protect you,” Willow whispered, her voice fierce enough to make Xander and Cordelia both look away.

Buffy squared her shoulders, every inch the Slayer. “We need to figure out how she got out and where she’s likely to go. If Amy’s mom is as nuts as last time, we’re not just dealing with a witch—we’re dealing with a witch with a grudge the size of California.”

Amy’s breath caught, her eyes glinting with tears and something harder, the steel core that had survived her mom once and could do it again if she had to. “I don’t want anyone hurt because of me. If she comes back, I’ll deal with her myself.”

“No way,” Buffy said, voice firm. “We’re a team. Nobody faces their evil mom alone, okay?”

Willow nodded, squeezing Amy’s hand tighter. “Especially not in Sunnydale. That’s basically our brand.”

Giles set his glasses down with finality. “First priority—research. I’ll see what I can find on vessels and spiritual escape. Buffy, perhaps you and Willow could investigate the scene, see if there are any magical residues or evidence the police missed?”

Buffy nodded, rising from her chair with a new sense of purpose, the Slayer’s usual blend of bravado and burden. “We’re on it, Giles. And Amy—” She turned to her, eyes gentle but unyielding. “You’re not alone in this. Not ever again.”

Amy tried to smile but failed utterly, the twist of her lips betraying nothing but naked terror. Still, she managed to stand up with the others, chin high, as if strength were something she could will into existence by sheer act of will.

Before leaving, Willow said, “Giles? Have you considered talking to Miss Calendar? She is the closest thing to a skilled witch that isn’t out to kill us, and she has sources that you likely don’t have access to.”

Giles looked at her thoughtfully, “That is an excellent suggestion, Willow. I believe she has office hours first thing, so that I could ask for her assistance.”

Buffy gave her a proud smile before the Scooby Gang and their Auxiliary Member, Amy, scattered. Buffy and Willow off to the gym, Giles to contact Jenny Calendar about his books, Xander and Cordy to do whatever it was Xander and Cordy did when not actively saving the world or sniping at each other. Amy lingered behind for a second, staring at the empty place at the table where her mother’s presence seemed to linger like a ghost.

She shivered, then trailed after Willow, as if distance itself might provide some measure of safety from the darkness gathering around her.

Later that Day

When the Scooby Gang regrouped later that day, it was in the hush of the Library’s main reading room, the windows streaked with a last feeble sunlight. Giles was already there, but so was Miss Calendar, who was hunched over a battered laptop, the school’s ancient VHS player and a stack of unlabeled tapes beside them. He didn’t look up as they filed in, but his fingers worried the rim of his glasses with unconscious agitation.

Buffy and Willow sat themselves at the table, Xander half-flopped into a chair like he was trying to escape it, and Amy lingered near the wall, arms wrapped around herself. Cordelia arrived last, trailing the scent of cucumber conditioner and a visible sense of exasperation, and immediately commandeered the chair next to Xander, as if by proximity she could absorb some of his obliviousness to the day’s tension.

Giles cleared his throat, a dry, papery sound that made everyone look up. “With Miss Calendar’s assistance, I was able to review the security footage from last night,” he said, and the gravity in his voice pulled everyone into a close, apprehensive orbit. “The trophy was not removed by supernatural means, at least not directly.”

Buffy leaned forward. “So, like, a regular old cat burglar? Or…?”

Giles pressed play on the tape, and the grainy, timestamped image flickered to life on the cart’s ancient TV. The scene: empty school hallway, deserted trophy case. A figure entered from the left and paused awkwardly before the glass—a man, short, balding, with a pinched expression.

Willow gasped. “Principal Snyder?”

Giles nodded, then gestured to the monitor. “Note the manner in which he moves.” On the tape, Snyder approached the display, but with each step his gait grew jerkier, as if his limbs answered to a rhythm all their own. He reached the trophy and, with a weird, marionette precision, produced a ring of keys and unlocked the case. The man lifted the trophy from the case and put it in a cloth sack that he pulled from a pocket. After the trophy was put away, he took a hammer out of an inner pocket in his jacket and began pounding at the glass. The hammer blows came in a slow, almost ritual repetition, and though the glass eventually splintered, Snyder never flinched at the flying shards.

Xander blinked at the screen. “He looks like he’s doing the Thriller, but with less groove and more dead behind the eyes.”

Cordelia muttered, “Or like he’s had some really bad sushi.”

Amy edged closer to the screen, face pale. “How did he know which trophy? I mean… It’s not like my mom’s is labeled ‘Hey, There’s a Witch In Here.’”

Giles turned the TV off. “That’s precisely the question. Snyder’s actions were deliberate, but his affect—well, ‘zombified’ is not inappropriate. And the alarm was expertly deactivated prior to the break-in. No forced entry. He left the premises minutes later, and the night janitor found the mess this morning.”

Buffy tapped her fingers on the tabletop, thinking. “So either Snyder’s got some secret midnight klepto habit, or he was under serious mind control. Giles, is that even possible?”

Giles pursed his lips. “It’s rare, but not unheard of, especially if the perpetrator is a sufficiently powerful witch or demon. The nature of the compulsion suggests an outside force. Someone—or something—used Snyder as a tool.”

Willow bit her lip, turning over the possibilities. “Could it be Amy’s mom herself? Like, possessing people, or—”

Amy shook her head violently. “She’s supposed to be completely trapped. No way she could get out on her own, let alone take over someone else.”

Cordelia, for once, didn’t sound dismissive. “But what if someone helped her? Like, another witch, or a demon who owed her a favor?”

Giles looked at Amy, then at Buffy. “That’s a logical avenue to pursue. However, before we leap to conclusions, we should try to find Principal Snyder. I checked the main office, and he never reported to work today. He left a voicemail with the secretary, claiming to be ‘violently ill.’”

Buffy frowned. “That doesn’t sound like Snyder. He’d sooner show up with the plague just to enforce the dress code.”

Xander, who’d been uncharacteristically quiet, looked around the table. “So, what’s the plan? We stake out the nurse’s office and hope the puppet master comes back for his marionette?”

Willow reached for Amy’s hand and squeezed, gently but with intent. “We should keep Amy somewhere safe. Last thing we need is her mom showing up for a family reunion.”

Amy tried to pull her hand away, but Willow held on. “I don’t want to hide,” she said, voice trembling. “If it’s her, I want to know. I want to fight her myself, this time.”

Buffy gave her a look that was half approval, half worry. “Then we need to help you figure out ways to defend yourself. I’m sorry if this is a tender subject, but when your mother was wearing your body, you were casting magic spells like Samantha Stevens. Was that Catherine’s ability, or do you have the ability to use magic? Either way, we’ll help you, but we need to know what we have to work with.”

Amy hesitated, but then nodded, “Yes, I still have the ability, but I don’t like using it, in case I go down the same path Catherine did, that would be bad, real bad.”

Miss Calendar shut down and closed the laptop, before looking up and smiling at Amy, “That’s actually a sensible attitude, Amy, but if you are willing to read a couple of books on the ethics of witchcraft, and practice the exercises, they will help avoid dabbling with magics that shouldn’t be messed with. If your mother didn’t have those protections, she would have been easy prey to black magicians, even if she didn’t intend to use harmful magic.”

Amy actually looked hopeful as she listened to the Computer teacher, “Knowing there are ways to protect myself is a relief. Thank you, I would love to read those books, and hopefully the exercises are easier than push-ups!”

The others laughed lightly, and the mood improved, before Giles said, “We still need more information before taking action. I suggest that Xander and Cordelia try, without drawing attention to themselves, to see if they can locate Principal Snyder. If he’s still acting under compulsion, he may not realize what he’s done.”

Turning to Buffy, he said, “Buffy, I would like you and Willow to stay here in the Library so you can start teaching Miss Madison some basic self-defense, in addition to the books Miss Calendar will provide her. And Willow, you are far more comfortable with that blasted machine than I am, and I would like you to search for any mystical items that have been stolen in the last few months. I’d limit the search to the local area at first, before expanding the search.”

Buffy nodded, “Okay, Ames, do you have workout clothes here in your locker? Because as comfortable as those jeans are, they aren’t exactly built for learning to fight.”

With their assignments given, everyone stood, the charged atmosphere of dread replaced by an uneasy hope. Buffy and Amy left to get exercise clothes from their lockers, while Willow moved to the computer station and started booting it up.

After the others left, Jenny moved toward the counter, gesturing for Giles to come closer. When he was next to her, Jenny said, “There have been rumors of an extremely black practitioner who goes by Rack setting up a den in town. I don’t know where, and I need to be careful because, if rumors are true, he could eat my entire coven for breakfast, without even breaking a sweat. If he is in Sunnydale, this sounds like something he would pull, maybe trying to get Catherine released from her prison to drain her magic for his own use.”

“My word!” Giles breathed, and Jenny nodded, a serious expression on her face.

“I’ll do what I can to see if Rack is in town, because if he is, you need to keep those kids from going after him; he would destroy them, not caring that they are teenagers, he might enjoy it even more that they are young.”

Giles nodded, “Thank you, I’m going to put the word out to some of my contacts in Los Angeles and San Francisco, as well as anybody else I can find that is trustworthy. If this Rack is as horrid as you are saying, I’m going to have to call in some reinforcements.”

“Probably smart, but I’ve got a class in a few minutes, so please tell Amy I’ll bring the books to her after the last period today.”

A Free Period

Xander and Cordelia’s search for Principal Snyder’s home address took all of three minutes; he was listed in the public directory, which Cordelia declared “pathetically low-rent” even as she punched the address into her phone for directions. The drive across town was a strange, silent one; Cordelia’s convertible top was up, but the wind still hissed through the weatherstripping, and Xander kept replaying the footage of Snyder’s marionette shuffle in his head. “Maybe he’s just lying low until the trophy hullabaloo blows over,” he offered, but even he didn’t buy it.

They arrived to find the principal’s modest split-level on a drowsy, oak-shaded street that seemed allergic to drama. The mailbox was stuffed with bills and two free Penny savers, and a few days’ worth of newspapers were heaped on the stoop, sodden from the morning’s automatic sprinklers. The front door stood ajar, which at first made Cordelia scoff about “typical male incompetence,” but when Xander rang the bell and got no answer, her face set into a mask of practiced vigilance.

“Maybe he’s watching cartoons and hiding from the world,” Xander said, his voice unnaturally loud. But as they stepped up to the threshold, an icy draft hit them, and there was a metallic tang in the air beneath the usual scents of musty carpet and cat spray. Cordelia called out, “Principal Snyder? Hello?” but her tone had lost every trace of sarcasm. There was no answer, just the low, tinny whine of a TV left on in another room, and a single, distant thud that could have been a house settling or something falling.

They moved deeper into the house, Cordelia squared in front of Xander as if she expected to body-shield him from danger. The living room was a time capsule of forgotten midlife: beige recliner, remote caddy, sad collection of commemorative plates. Past a half-open door, the kitchen glowed with the sickly light of a flickering fluorescent tube.

Principal Snyder was there, hunched over the table in his rolled-up shirt sleeves, his bald head gleaming with sweat even in the haze of cheap beer and microwave burrito wrappers. The gun in his right hand looked comically oversized, his index finger still curled loosely around the trigger. A drying pool of blood formed a crescent beneath his temple, and his face—normally pinched and pugnacious—was slack, almost peaceful, as if he had finally let go of whatever ancient grudge he’d carried through life.

Cordelia stood frozen in the doorway, her hand raised to her mouth, eyes wide and unblinking. Xander felt himself start to hyperventilate, his own voice echoing weirdly in his skull as he said, “Oh god. Oh god, Cordy, he’s—” He turned away and dry-heaved into the sink, fighting down the rising tide of bile.

Cordelia made a noise somewhere between a sob and a scream, then fumbled for her cell phone with shaking hands. “We—we have to call somebody—the police. Or—” She stared at the phone, fingers slipping on the touchscreen, before thrusting it at Xander. “You do it, I can’t—my hands—”

Xander tried to take the phone, but it slipped from his trembling palms, clattering to the linoleum. For a moment, they both stared at it as if the device itself had committed a crime, then Cordelia snatched it up, jabbing 9-1-1 and putting it on speaker before dropping it on the table and backing away.

A calm, almost bored dispatcher’s voice filled the kitchen. “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”

Cordelia answered with a strange, brittle composure. “We’re at 2284 Sycamore—Sycamore Lane, it’s Principal Snyder’s house, and he shot himself. He’s dead. There’s blood everywhere.” She squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would erase the image from her brain.

The dispatcher’s voice was steady, asking for their names, ages, whether Snyder was still breathing, and whether there were any other weapons present. Cordelia responded in monosyllables, as if reading from a script. Xander, meanwhile, edged forward and gently knelt beside Snyder, searching for a pulse, though it was obvious there wouldn’t be one. He didn’t really want to touch the man, but some instinct told him to make sure, if only for the record.

He got up and said, “It’s really him, Cordy. He’s gone. He must have done it right after he got home.”

Cordelia started shaking harder, arms wrapped around her torso. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to see this. Why did he—why does this stuff always happen in our town?”

Xander wasn’t sure whether to comfort her or to run, but he stood between her and the body as best he could. “He was probably still under the spell. Or maybe he remembered what he did and freaked out. Either way, we need to tell Giles. And the police are going to want statements. We have to stay until they get here.”

Cordelia nodded, lips pressed in a thin line, and stared at the closed window above the kitchen sink, as if she could will herself out into the sunshine on the other side.

She made Xander repeat the address to the dispatcher, and after the call ended, they returned to the hallway and sat in silence on the carpeted stairs, waiting for the sirens and the world to catch up.

Xander tried to think of something to say, but the words seemed to have gone extinct inside his brain. So he just put an awkward hand on Cordelia’s trembling shoulder, and they stayed that way, two reluctant witnesses to the latest horror Sunnydale had to offer.

Cordelia made small, choked noises for a while, but then, her composure miraculously returning, she said, “You know, Xander, this is not at all how I envisioned Spared-from-School-Together Day going.”

Xander tried to laugh, but it came out as an uncomfortable snort. “Next time, I’m voting for the movie matinee.”

End Chapter Five

I don’t know where this sudden change in the story came from, but it should keep things interesting, don’t you think?