Training Heels - Buffy/Spike
“C’mon, Spike. Up! On your feet,” demanded Buffy. “Don’t you dare sit down. You came to me and asked for help, said you couldn’t do this on your own and wanted my guidance.”
The vampire whimpered as he stood, thigh muscles cramping, calf muscles burning. It felt like hours since his heels had touched the ground as he balanced on his toes. Eyes pleading for mercy, but refusing to give voice to his agony – not to this viscious taskmaster.
“Never, ever promise Dawn you’ll dress up as Dr. Franknfurter for Halloween again. Heels will kill you when you wear fishnets.”