Author's Note: These ficlets were written for the May challenge on the LJ group spanking_world. All stories had to be under 600 words. Please read notes and warnings before each one.

General Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, and I'm not making any money from this story.

FICLET #1

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Note: This takes place during Season 3 Episode 13 'The Zeppo'.

Pairing: Faith/Xander

Warning: Consensual erotic F/M spanking

SURPRISE

Xander walked towards the school parking lot with a confident smile. He couldn't quite believe that he'd beaten Jack at his own game, but he had. Just like he couldn't believe he'd had sex with Faith, but he had. The night had been full of surprises, and another one was leaning against his temporary car.

"Faith?"

"Hey." She gave him a weary smile, and limped towards him.

He immediately noticed a large smear of blood on the car where she'd been leaning, and rushed towards her. "You're hurt."

"All in a day's work." She took another step, and passed out just as he reached her.

He barely caught her before she hit the pavement. "Faith?" He looked around the parking lot for help, but it was empty. He maneuvered her body so she was leaning against him, and opened the car door. He awkwardly lowered her into the seat, and muttered, "Hold on until we get to the hospital."

Her eyes fluttered, and she grabbed his shirt. "No hospitals."

"But…"

She yanked his body down close to hers. "No hospitals. I can't explain this damage. You'll stitch me up. I'll heal."

He saw a hint of fear and desperation in her eyes. "Okay. No hospitals." He'd been a Scoobie long enough to know how to stitch a wound.

Her fingers slipped from his shirt, and her head fell back against the seat.

Xander got in, and quickly drove to her hotel. He searched her pockets for the key, and got the door open. As gently as possible, he lifted her out of the car, eliciting a moan from her. "Sorry." He said softly. "Almost there."

He kicked the door closed behind them, and set her down on the bed. She opened her eyes and said, "First aid kit. Bathroom."

He grabbed it, and examined the large wound on the right side of her torso. The jagged cut was going to take quite a few stitches. He blanched, swallowed hard, and got to work cleaning it out. Half an hour later it was done, and Faith was conscious.

"That should do it," he said.

"Thanks."

"You need anything else, or should I just…" He gestured towards the front door with his thumb.

She reached a hand out to him. "Stay."

"Stay?"

She smirked and crooked a finger. "Stay the night for round two tomorrow."

His eyes opened wide before getting into the bed with her. Morning sex wasn't something to be passed up. She scooted over with a hiss, and snuggled up. Within seconds they were both asleep

Xander woke with a start, when something slapped his ass. Disoriented for a moment, he looked around the room. He was laying face down on the bed, and Faith was kneeling beside him wearing nothing but a seductive smile. She had one hand on his back to hold him down, while the other rubbed his ass.

"Round two?" he asked hopefully.

"Last night was soft and sweet." She smacked his ass again. "Round two is gonna be rough and dirty. Still wanna stay?"

Xander's already hard dick twitched against the mattress. "Oh yeah."

With a smirk she said, "I'm going to start counting, and you're going to get undressed as quick as you can. Once you're naked, I'll stop counting, I'll lay you out on the bed, and then I'll smack your ass for each number that I had to count."

He swallowed hard as she took her hand off his back.

"One…"

He jumped off the bed, and started to strip.

FICLET #2

Fandom: NCIS

Note: Specific spoilers for Season 10 Episode 19 'Squall'.

Pairing: Tim/Abby

Warning: Consensual erotic M/F spanking.

A DISTRACTION

"I brought cookies," Abby said, and pushed past Tim into his apartment.

"Abby…"

She set the cookies down, and looped her arm in his. "I thought you could use a friendly ear after everything with your dad."

He pulled away, and said, "I'm not ready to talk about it."

"Maybe not, but you need to talk about it. Keeping it inside will only make it fester."

"I'm sorry, Abby. I just can't."

She grabbed his hand, "Yes you can, and you should. You'll feel better."

He pulled his hand out of hers, put both his hands on her shoulders, and used the firm tone that she used to respond to when they were dating. "I said no. Now, please let it drop."

She stomped her foot on the floor and said, "Why are you being so stubborn?"

He raised an eyebrow at the foot stomp, having not seen that gesture in years. "I'm not being stubborn, I'm being honest." Trying to appease her, he said, "But you could hang out and watch a movie with me."

Crossing her arms, she said, "McGee, you need to talk to someone about your dad."

He crossed his arms as well. "No, I don't. You need to keep your nose out of my business."

"I am not leaving until you talk to me," she said decisively, and turned to get a cookie.

Too emotional and frustrated to think straight, Tim went with his gut instinct, and swatted her rear end hard.

"Timmy!" she yelped, and twirled around to face him with both hands covering her butt.

He pointed a finger in her face. "I said no, Abigail, and don't you stomp your foot at me."

Abby's eyes opened wide at his tone of voice. She hadn't heard that tone in a long time. She'd heard it plenty of times when they were dating. She's the one who'd helped foster it in him, and encouraged him to use it on her.

Realizing what he'd done, Tim sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. "Sorry Abby, but you can't..."

She cut him off, by stepping into his personal space, and kissing him.

After half a second's hesitation, he pulled her body closer to his, and held her tight while they kissed. He felt her fingers unbuttoning the top of his shirt, and he slipped a hand down to cup her ass.

She moaned, and broke of the kiss long enough to whisper, "Bedroom."

They made their way down the hall, kissing and removing each other's clothes.

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Half an hour later, the two satisfied lovers were lying naked next to each other.

"Wanna talk now?" Abby said with a smirk.

Tim took a second to really look at his ex-girlfriend's expression, and said suspiciously, "Are you trying to be bratty tonight?"

She grinned. "Maybe."

"Why?" he asked carefully, wanting to be sure his guess was correct before he did anything. "You know how I react to that."

"Exactly," she said with satisfaction. "You need the distraction, and you're one of the only people I feel safe doing that with. I wasn't expecting this…" Abby gestured to the bed, "…but it's a welcome side affect."

"Side affect?" he said frowning. In one quick move, he sat up, pulled her across his lap, and started slapping her bottom. "You've been asking for this all night."

She giggled for a few seconds, happy to finally be getting what she wanted.

He rolled his eyes. "Be careful what you wish for, Abby," he said with affection, and started spanking much harder.

FICLET #3

Fandom: Angel the series

Note: This takes place sometime around Season 4 Episode 5 'Supersymmetry'.

Pairing: Wesley/Lilah

Warning: Consensual erotic M/F spanking

BOOTY CALL

A quick rap on his front door woke Wesley. He winced, and put a hand on his neck. This was the third time this week that he'd fallen asleep on the couch. He shoved a pile of books off his lap and stood.

"Coming," he called.

He opened the door a crack, only to find his enemy with benefits on the other side. "Lilah," he looked at his watch, "It's late."

"I know, but it's important," she said.

"Very well," he sighed, and opened the door wide.

Once she was inside with the door shut, she handed him an envelope. While he was focused on opening the letter and reading it, she took off her overcoat, and draped it over the back of the couch.

Confusion creased Wesley's brow as he read. "What is the meaning of th…" He focused back on her, and the words died in his throat. His eyes raked down her body, taking in the school uniform she wore. The skirt was indecently short, and the shirt was much too small.

The corners of Lilah's mouth turned up, when she saw his expression.

He had to clear his throat a couple of times, before he could be certain his voice was steady when he did speak. "What are you playing at?"

She bit her lip, and tried to force an expression of worry on her face. "Please don't be angry Headmaster. I didn't mean cause problems in class."

His eyebrows went up in surprise, and then narrowed as a look of suspicion settled on his face. He scanned the letter again, trying to decide if he wanted to play this game or not. He knew that every time he slept with her a piece of his soul turned black, but it was difficult to turn her away.

The letter she'd handed him from a fictitious Mr. Smith said in her handwriting that six of the best, or a long session over his knee, might improve her attitude.

Letting his body's desire overrule his logic yet again, Wesley folded the letter, and gave her a stern frown. "Mr. Smith says you've been disruptive in class yet again, Miss Morgan. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Trying to keep the smirk off her face, Lilah said, "Mr. Smith doesn't like me."

"He seems to think corporal punishment is in order."

She faked a gasp, and put both her hands on her ass. "No Headmaster, please don't spank me. I'll be good, I promise."

A genuine scoff came out of his mouth with those words. "I think you're well overdue. Bend over the back of the couch while I fetch my cane."

"Wait, you actually have a cane?"

He saw real worry in her eyes, which made him smile. "Of course. Into position now, or you'll get extra."

After a few seconds to think, she walked around the couch, and bent over with her hands on the cushions.

"There's a good girl."

He got the cane out of his closet and quickly went back. Her skirt was short enough that he had full view of her white cotton panties. He rested the cane dead center across her bottom, tapped it in place twice, and then snapped it down with very little force.

After an initial grunt of surprise, Lilah relaxed over the couch, relishing the light sting across both cheeks. She felt the cane tap twice again before snapping down slightly lower. A moan of pleasure came out of her lips.

Smiling at her reaction, Wesley let himself enjoy the moment, and smacked her again.

FICLET #4

Fandom: The Mentalist

Note: Specific spoilers for Season 5 Episode 20 'Red Velvet Cupcakes'.

Pairing: Wayne/Grace

Warning: Consensual erotic M/F spanking.

TOGETHER AGAIN

Wayne had been yearning for this moment for so long now, he could hardly believe that she was really there lying beside him. The sex had been quick, both of them desperately needing to touch the other and reconnect.

"I missed that," Grace said, trailing patterns on his chest with a finger.

"Me too. More than I can say."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"For not realizing sooner that you're the one."

Wayne pulled her close, kissed the top of her head, and guided her head to rest on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her back, and held her close. "It's okay."

"No. It's really not."

He rubbed her back. "I understand. You weren't ready."

"Maybe at first, but I waited too long. I made us wait too long, and I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Our commitment will only be stronger now because of the wait."

She sighed, and said, "You don't have to say that just to make me feel better. It's okay to be angry with me for taking so long."

Impulsively he smacked her ass.

"Wayne!" she said, sounding scandalized. She propped herself up on an elbow, and looked in his eyes.

"Sorry," he said, after realizing what he'd done, and how it could be taken. "I didn't mean…"

Grace cut him off by putting her finger over his lips. His eyebrows went up in surprise, when he saw a devious smile on her face.

"Do it again," she said.

"Yeah?" he asked, scrutinizing her expression to see if she meant it.

"Oh yeah," she answered, wiggling against him, "Only harder this time."

Keeping eye contact, he lifted his hand, and smacked her ass harder than before.

"Mmm," she moaned and closed her eyes. "Again."

A slow smile spread across his face. "Yes Ma'am," he said, and smacked her again.