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Summary: Xander's being punished.
Warnings/Spoilers: Pet!Xander but very, very light
Beta'd by: unbeta'd
Prompt #321 from Tamingthemuse- Rubbery
Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
Xander knew he should have shut his mouth when Spike told him to but he had over done it on the Twinkies and the Ding Dongs and ended up with a sugar high. Really it wasn't his fault; after all it was Spike who bought them! No one could stop his sugar high… except Spike. After the tenth times of being told to shut his trap Spike stomped in their 'playroom'. When he returned Xander knew exactly what he'd gone to get. The ball gag. Xander hated the ball gag.
"Open your mouth," Spike ordered with a growl.
"Master, I'm sorry I'll be quiet," Xander said, as he took a step backwards. He knew it wouldn't do him any good but God did he hated that thing.
Spike's eyes narrowed. "Don't make me repeat myself!" Spike snapped.
Miserably Xander opened his mouth and the gag was forced into his mouth before it was tied behind his head.
The gag tasted horrible and Xander hated the rubbery texture. He grumbled around the ball making Spike smirk.
"Go wash the dishes you didn't do last night. I'll tan your hide if we get over run by bloody ants," Spike slapped Xander on his bare ass as he walked passed Spike. Spike chuckled at Xander's muffled eep.
The television could be heard from the kitchen even with the water running.
Xander hated doing dishes especially ones that were left over night and the food dried on the plates, even though it was his own fault. He wished Spike would hire a maid hell at least turn one! Xander knew in the past he would have had a problem with that but after being a pet for two years, he'd see a lot of stuff he never did when he was helping Buffy. It changed things.
Spike yelled at something that happened on the television.
Xander drooled a little.
And hour later the entire kitchen was clean. The counters wiped down, the fridge cleaned out and the floor was also washed.
Spike wandered in and headed straight for the refrigerator. His scarred eyebrow went up when he opened it up and saw that it was clean. "Been busy have you, pet?"
Xander nodded hoping the gag would be removed soon. He watched as his master grabbed a beer before slamming the refrigerator door shut. Spike then leaned against the counter popped the tab on his beer and took a large gulp.
"Suppose you what me to take that off," Spike asked casually. Xander nodded. With a sigh Spike set his beer down and waved Xander over to him. "Come on then, I don't have all night."
Rushing over to Spike, Xander could hardly stop the slight bounce in his step. It was soon removed from his mouth and Xander wiped drool from his chin.
"Have a drink," Spike said and pushed the beer into Xander's hand.
"Thank you, Master," Xander said and took a small sip before he rubbed his stiff jaw.
Spike stared down Xander. "Isn't there something else you want to say?"
"Yes, Master," Xander said and ducked his head. "I'm sorry for not doing as I was told."
"Good. Next time you talk through Passion's you'll be wearing this for a week," Spike said, though they both knew it was an exaggeration. "Now come on, Dawson's Creek is coming on."