Chapter 1
Looking at the Bronze, Buffy saw Cordelia Chase coming out with some of
her friends. While gazing at the beautiful, well-dressed brunette, she
recalled how much her life used to be like Cordelia's until she became the
Slayer. 'I really wish Cordelia and I could've been friends; she can
actually be kinda fun if she isn't too busy worrying about her clothes
and/or reputation.'
When Buffy came to Sunnydale High for the first time she and Cordelia
almost instantly hit it off but her hanging out with persons far below
Cordelia's social standing (Xander and Willow to be precise) soon put a
stop to that... and almost staking Cordelia the very same day, didn't help
much either.
On the other hand, she had saved the cheerleader's life several times...
that should count for something, shouldn't it? Unfortunately, things
hadn't become any easier between them lately... The main reason for this
were the very hot, erotic dreams she kept having about the beautiful
brunette, which made any encounter with Cordelia during the day at school
kinda awkward, even when the brunette wasn't being hostile for a change.
These disconcerting dreams started a few months after she had come to
Sunnydale and she kept having them on a regular basis... it was really
starting to bother her! Sure, she had sex dreams about classmates before,
so that part didn't trouble her. She even had some definite erotic dreams
about Willow and about some of her cheerleader friends from her previous
school, so dreaming about doing sexy things with a girl wasn't new either.
But at least she LIKED these other people she dreamed about... but
Cordelia Chase?! Sure, the cheerleader was unquestionably beautiful and
gorgeous, and somehow always managed to look her best, but she was also an
elitist bitch with about as much tact and sensitivity as a stampeding herd
of buffalos.
Sighing loudly, Buffy contemplated her mixed feelings for Cordelia:
sometimes she wanted to kiss the girl but most of the time she wanted to
kick her -gorgeous- ass after yet another putdown against Willow, Xander or
herself. While looking at and thinking about Cordelia, she suddenly felt a
tingling sensation emanating from the slime on her skin.
*****
Talking animatedly with her - once again - friends, Cordelia Chase
strolled out of the Bronze. She felt great! With the use of some handy
manipulation and gossip she managed to drag that little usurper Harmony
down below her in the Sunnydale High social order (where that wannabe
belonged) thereby reinstating herself once again as reigning social queen
of Sunnydale High (it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it). After
that it wasn't hard to get Aura, Amber, Ebony and the other Cordettes back
in-line.
Having just ended a successful night of prick-teasing boys and dissing
those girls who dared to make fun of her when she was dating Xander, she
now finally felt like she had recovered fully from the social downfall of
dating Alexander Lavelle (can you believe it!) Harris.
It felt especially good to socially crush the numerous upstarts who took
advantage of her popularity dip while she went out with Xander. 'That will
teach those little bitches not to mess with Cordelia Chase! Even when I am
dating a social nobody like Xander Harris.'
"Well, time to get home and go to bed. I can't be expected to look this
good without getting at least 8 hours sleep." Cordelia commented to her
friends while saying goodbye to them.
"Goodnight, Cordy! I'll see you tomorrow at school. It was great going
bronzing with the whole group again, I really missed that," Aura said while
waving goodbye and walking with Amber to her car.
"Yeah, Cordy," Harmony spoke hesitantly. "It's nice to go out together
again... Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight, Harm... Oh, and by the way?" Cordelia said; raising an
eyebrow and shooting a pointed look at Harmony's white pumps. "Never,
ever, wear white shoes after Labour Day, hon."
Smirking as a red-faced Harmony walked away with the proverbial tail
between her legs, Cordelia turned to walk to her car when she suddenly
spotted Buffy Summers on the other side of the street staring at her.
Being the fashion-obsessed person that she is, Cordelia immediately
noticed Buffy's rather rumpled appearance (which she considered to be a
*really* polite description for someone who's wearing torn clothes and is
covered with some kind of goo). At first she felt concern for the girl who
obviously had a rough night, but that was quickly replaced with a feeling
of anger and a touch of jealousy.
She couldn't help but feel that most of the problems she had to face the
last couple of years were all because of Buffy Summers. Hadn't the attacks
on her life started when Buffy appeared? And wasn't her social fall caused
because she had been foolish enough to date Xander Harris -- something she
would never have even *considered* if he hadn't been hanging around with
Buffy Summers, since it's only because of his association with Buffy that
he'd become worthy of her attention. Yep, little Miss "Stake-Happy"
Summers was surely to blame for most of the misfortune that had befallen
her lately, and here she was presented with the perfect opportunity to get
back at her... Narrowing her eyes at her target, she started walking
towards the Slayer.
*****
Buffy was shaken out of her musings about Cordelia when she suddenly saw
the subject of her thoughts heading towards her. The brunette cheerleader
walked right up to her, standing very close.
"Dear, oh dear, oh dear..." Cordelia mockingly muttered as she raked her
gaze up and down Buffy's body with her patented bitchy "take no prisoners"
look.
A smirk appeared on the cheerleader's lips. "Well Buffy, as outfits go,
this is even sad by YOUR standards!" Cordelia observed, as her smirk grew
bigger by the second. "Torn haltertop and mini skirt -- obviously aiming
for the "skanky-ho, going through bad times" look -- combined with a pair
of black sneakers, which don't even match the rest of your white-trash
outfit... and to complete it all: a topping of "green slime ala big
loser". On a scale from 1 to 10, I'm gonna have to give this outfit a -6."
The tingling sensation from the green slime suddenly increased, as did
Buffy's anger and frustration. What the Hell is Cordelia's problem?!
She'd saved the cheerleader's life several times and tried her best to
become friends, and in return Cordelia insulted and shunned her! She also
suspected the cheerleader had spread some vicious rumours about her shortly
after she came to Sunnydale... Well, she had taken more then enough of
Cordelia's crap!
Not seeing the dangerous glint in Buffy's eyes, Cordelia (who felt she
was on a roll tonight) continued her verbal attack. "So what's next?
Wearing a big purple moo-moo, a pair of plastic slippers, and then covering
yourself in garlic sauce? I never thought I would say this... to anyone!
But I think you just surpassed Willow in the bad taste outfits department,
and if that isn't bad enough you--"
Cordelia's speech was abruptly interrupted by Buffy grabbing the front
of Cordy's - very expensive Gucci - dress. "That's it!" Buffy growled,
"even though I saved your life more times that I can count, you constantly
insult me any chance you get, and now you also insult Willow!?" Pulling
Cordelia closer, she continued, "I've had it with your put-downs, you
spoiled brat! I want to hear two apologies right now: one for insulting
Willow and one for insulting me, and after that I want to hear a polite
"thank you for saving my life so many times, Buffy" from you!"
Cordelia, though initially a bit shocked by Buffy's reaction, quickly
recovered. "Well, Buffy, it seems that living on the Hellmouth can be
handy on at least some occasions, such as this one."
"And why is that?" the Slayer inquired.
After removing Buffy's hands and carefully inspecting her dress for any
damage, Cordelia looked up and continued, "Because now it won't be so hard
for you to find out when it's freezing in Hell, at which time I will
apologize to you and Willow!"
Buffy folded her arms in front of her and shot the cheerleader a little
smirk. "Nice one Cordy, but you ARE going to apologize... right now!"
"And if I don't?" Cordelia replied while taking a nail file out of her
purse. Shooting Buffy a haughty look, she calmly started to work on her
nails.
Taking in Cordelia's nail-filing activities through narrowed eyes, the
Slayer answered, "And if you don't... I'm going to take you into that
alley over there, put you over my knee and spank your little Gucci-clad ass
until you do!"
At that point, unnoticed by the bickering women, the last bits of green
slime on Buffy's skin glowed and disappeared.
*****
Halting her nail filing for the moment, Cordelia looked at Buffy with a
mixture of shock, surprise and disbelief. "You're bluffing!" she replied
in a challenging tone of voice.
Flashing the cheerleader a toothy grin, Buffy said, "I was so hoping you
would say that, Cordy."
The next thing Cordelia knew, she was draped across Buffy's shoulders
and taken into the alley.
The young slayer lifted the brunette from her shoulder and sat down on a
garbage can. As she draped the pretty cheerleader across her lap, Cordelia
finally recovered from her shocked silence and shrieked in indignation.
"Let me go this instant, you bottle-blonde freak!"
Buffy listened to the agitated woman's ranting for a moment and shook
her head in disbelief. "You REALLY should learn when to keep your mouth
shut, Cordy."
Raising the girl's skirt, an aroused and angry Buffy revealed the
cheerleader's perfect, round globes, which were separated by a small thong.
"Nice thong, Cordelia!" she grinned.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing, you perverted little vampire
floozy?!" Cordelia cried out as she tried (in vain) to wrestle out of the
Slayer's grip.
Narrowing her eyes at her intended target, Buffy replied, "Something
someone should have done a long time ago!" and let her hand crash down on
the invitingly, uplifted buttocks.
SMACK!!!
"Yowww!!" the cheerleader cried out in shock.
"This is going to hurt you more than me," Buffy quipped.
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
"OW!! Stop it, you little bitch!"
Licking her lips as she studied the - now pink - globes with a hungry
look, Buffy started Cordelia's spanking in earnest, letting down a swift
volley of spanks.
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Owwwww!!!"
"Perhaps this will teach you to be a bit kinder and more tactful in the
future!" Buffy chastised the young woman as she continued the punishment.
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
"Yoooowwwww!!!!!"
"And not treat your fellow classmates like dirt!"
SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACCK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACCKK!!!!
SMACCKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACCK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!!
*****
SMACKK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACCKK!!!! SMACK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACCK!!! SMACCKK!!!!
SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACKK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!
SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACCKK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACKK!!!
"Well? How about it, Cordy?" Buffy asked the now sobbing brunette.
"I-I'm s-sorry," Cordelia sniffed, as she hung limply across the young
blonde's lap.
"And?"
"A-and I apologize for my behaviour towards you and Willow," she quickly
added.
"That's better!" Buffy said with a satisfied voice. After patting
Cordy's bottom one last time, she allowed the chastised cheerleader to
crawl off her lap.
Standing up, Cordelia quickly rubbed her red butt-cheeks while giving
Buffy a chagrined yet apprehensive look.
Buffy issued the annoyed brunette a pleased look. "I hope you learned
your lesson, Cordy?"
"Yes, I have..." Cordelia pulled her dress down and straightened it in
the most dignified manner she could manage after just receiving a bare
bottomed spanking like a naughty 8-year old.
Having composed herself, Cordelia's usual haughty expression returned to
her face and she raised a questioning eyebrow at Buffy. "Are you quite
finished with me now?"
Buffy grinned and gave her a "with-my-leave" gesture.
Cordelia turned and gingerly walked away. As she reached the end of the
alley she turned back and shouted, "The lesson I learned was: do not give
fashion tips to trailer-trash when you're still within their reach!" Having
said this, she quickly ran off.
For a few moments, Buffy sat as frozen; astounded that Cordelia would
have the nerve to insult her again, right after the spanking she just got!
Recovering from the shock, she swiftly leapt up and ran after the
cheerleader, utilizing her Slayer-speed.
Running out of the alley, she sprinted towards Cordelia's car and was
just in time... to see Cordelia flip her the bird as the cheerleader drove
away.
Buffy couldn't help being somewhat impressed by the brunette's daring...
there weren't a whole lot of people who would have the guts to insult an
angry Slayer AND flip her off.
A feral smile appeared on the Slayer's face as she watched the "Queen C"
mobile disappear in the distance. 'I guess Cordelia still needs to be
taught a few lessons... which I'll be more then happy to teach her!' she
silently considered. 'And perhaps while I'm providing Cordelia with some
much needed discipline, I will have the opportunity to make some of the
dreams I've been having come true. After all, she still owes me for saving
her life... and letting me play with those nice big tits of hers, seems
like a small price to pay.'
Feeling a lot more cheerful then she did twenty minutes ago, Buffy
started walking home... whistling a jaunty tune while happily fantasizing
about having her way with Cordy's gorgeous body.
Absentmindedly she decided that tomorrow was soon enough to tell Giles
about the slime monster... after all, if she feels this good, what could
possibly be wrong?
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