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This is the first time I've tried something like this. This story was written for wickedfox's darkverse.

Title: Proper Place
Author: gilesbabe
Rating: FRAO - Disturbing imagery, bondage and discipline.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Giles teaches Buffy a lesson.

Willow looked up when Buffy came into their room at the dorm. "Hey, Buffy."

"Hey, Will." Buffy saw the other girl sitting next to the computer. "Hi, Tara. Anything up, or just doing school stuff?"

The two girls exchanged a troubled look. "Um, Buffy," Willow started slowly, "have you talked to Giles lately?"

"Not for a couple of weeks. Why?"

"Tara and I were over there this morning and he was acting…strange."

Buffy made a grimace. "Is he drinking again?"

Willow shook her head. "I didn't see or smell anything, and he wasn’t acting the way he did when he was drinking. It wasn't the things he was saying so much as the way he was saying them."

"Still clueless here."

Willow frowned and sighed. "He was being really sarcastic and the way he looked…." Willow trailed off. After a moment she said, "Do you remember how he acted when that old friend of his was here. The one who called him Ripper?"

"Ethan Rayne?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Giles is kinda acting like that."

Tara spoke up. "His aura is different. Dark. He frightened me."

Buffy blinked in surprise. She couldn't imagine anyone being afraid of Giles, even when he was in Ripper mode. She looked down at her watch. "I'm supposed to meet Riley in an hour, I've got time to swing over and check on Giles. I'll let you know what I find out." Buffy gave the girls a smile and left.

Tara shivered. "I don't think we should have let her go alone."

"Buffy's the Slayer. She'll be okay. Besides, Giles would never hurt her. He loves her." The two girls looked at each other, remembering the visit. Willow nodded, just a little too emphatically. "She'll be okay."


Buffy opened the door to Giles' apartment and breezed in. She saw her Watcher sitting at his desk, reading a book. "Hey, Giles."

He leaned back in the chair. "Strange, I thought that a closed door meant a person should knock before entering." He paused a minute, his eyes sweeping over her. "Do come in, Buffy. To what do I owe the honor of this visit? You have a few minutes free between classes and your new boy toy and thought you would come check on the old man?"

Buffy stared at him, shocked. "Giles, what is wrong with you?" She looked around. "Have you been drinking again?"

He gave an unpleasant little laugh. "Everything's fine. And if I drink or not, it's none of your bloody business. Besides, you don't care what I do. If you did you would visit more than once a month."

"It hasn't been a month since I was here."

Giles gave her a mocking look. "You're right; it's not been a month." He waited until she smiled triumphantly then added; "It's been over a month."

"That can't be right."

"You think I wouldn't remember the momentous day that my Slayer deigned to visit me? I even wrote it my diary." He looked back to the book on his desk. "Your last visit was on March12th and today is the 20th of April." He slapped the book closed and looked back at her. "Been so busy fucking your little soldier boy that the days just blur together, do they?"

Buffy gave an outraged gasp and turned back towards the door. "You are either drunk or high, so I will forgive you for that. I'll come back later, when you've come to your senses."

Just as she reached to door she heard Giles get up from the chair. "Buffy." She waited, not turning around.

He stopped just behind her. "Buffy."

"What?" she huffed as she turned.

Giles backhanded her, knocking her to the floor. He smiled at her stunned expression. "I didn't give you permission to leave."

Buffy lay for a moment, dazed, then surged to her feet. "I don't care if you are drunk or high, I'm not going to take that kind of behavior from anyone." She rushed him, only to be thrown back against the wall and held there by a blast of red energy.

Giles moved over to stand in front of her. "But I am not just anyone. I am the Watcher to the active Slayer and you've been allowed to do as you please for long enough. It's time for you to learn your proper place." Giles gestured and Buffy felt incredible pain before everything went black.


The first thing Buffy was aware of was light. Incredibly bright light. She frowned and tried to bring her hands up to shield her eyes before she opened them. She couldn't. Her hands were restrained.

Squinting, Buffy looked at her hands. Wide metal cuffs attached to chains enclosed her wrists. She tugged. The chains were fastened to the wall. They were long enough for her to sit or stand, but not long enough for her to bring her hands together or to even touch any part of herself. She grabbed the chains in each hand and pulled hard, expecting them to come away from the walls, but nothing happened.

"I would advise against trying that again, you'll just hurt yourself. The chains are augmented by magic. You can't get loose." The mocking voice came from the darkness. Giles stepped forward between her and the light and Buffy drew her breath in sharply.

Giles was dressed in a pair soft, supple, black leather pants that molded to his body as if they were a second skin. Instead of a shirt he wore a leather vest that fastened together with leather ties. It wasn’t like anything she had ever seen him wear before. It wasn’t like anything she had ever in her wildest dreams imagined him wearing.

If anyone had told her that he would wear an outfit like this she would have laughed. The mental image of Giles in leather was absurd. But this man didn’t look absurd; he looked dangerous. This is the man whose aura frightened Tara. Hell, this man frightened her.

“Giles, what’s happened to you?” She tried to look at his eyes, but the brightness of the lights made that difficult. “Has Ethan put some kind of spell on you? Let me go and I’ll help you look for him.” She tugged on the chains again. He waved and they shrank slightly, pulling her arms further away from her body.

“I told you that you can’t get loose. If you insist on disobeying me, I’ll continue to shorten the chains until you are pinned against the wall.” Buffy reacted to this warning much in the way a bull reacts to the cape that the matador waves; she struggled harder. He smiled, a smile that made her shiver, and waved his hand. The links of chains disappeared entirely and she found herself fastened spread-eagle against the wall.

“I thought you said you would shorten them.” Buffy strained against the fastenings. “You took them away altogether.”

“You are so stubborn that you would have just kept struggling and ended up in that position anyway. I decided to save some time.” He made another gesture and the light dimmed slightly. She still couldn’t see beyond him, but she didn’t need to squint to look at him now.

Buffy looked him over again. She could see his chest and frowned slightly. There were no scars. She had never seen them herself, but she remembered Xander telling her in great detail what Angelus had done to Giles. Xander had waited until Angel had left Sunnydale to tell her and the guilt she felt for making Giles care for Angel when he had been poisoned had kept her away from her Watcher the entire summer.

There was something else, something strange. On his right wrist was a leather cuff, and a sliver chain was attached to it. Not heavy like the chains that had been binding her, but lightweight, almost like a piece of jewelry. The chain fell to the floor and led back into the darkness.

Giles noticed her interest in the chain and chuckled. He gathered some of the chain in his hand and pulled. A woman stepped from the shadows. She walked to Giles’ side and sank to the floor on her knees, head bowed, arms behind her, wrists crossed in the small of her back. She was naked save for the leather collar around her neck where the other end of the chain was attached. Her long blonde hair was pulled straight back and fastened at the nape of her neck.

Buffy gasped. The woman looked like her.

Giles laid his hand on the head of the woman and said, “Has our other guest been prepared, Pet?”

The woman nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Giles smiled and caressed the woman’s hair. “Very good, Pet. It’s time for the first lesson.” He waved his hand and the spotlight went out. There was a moment of darkness, and then normal overhead lights came on. Buffy could see that a glass barrier divided the room. On the other side of the barrier, also chained against a wall, was a man who looked like Giles.

When he saw Buffy, he began to struggle and shout, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. Buffy looked back and forth between the two men. “Who are you?”

“I am Rupert Giles. Oh, not the one you know, he’s in the other room.” The man gestured at the glass. “My Slayer,” he again caressed the head of the woman at his feet, “and I have this dimension more or less under our control and a year ago I decided to travel and compare notes with some of my other selves. We created a network of information that has saved our Slayers many times over. Two weeks ago I came to your dimension to make his acquaintance and was appalled at what I found.” He turned to face the man in the other room.

“I found him drunk in his living room. While he was unconscious I did a little snooping and discovered his diaries. I found it hard to believe what I read. He had turned his back on his heritage, on what gave him his strength. He had turned his back on his ability to do magic.”

The man turned back to her and Buffy shrank back against the wall at the hatred in his eyes. “He has allowed you to run wild and defy him at every turn. You belong to him! No man should touch you but him! Yet he allowed you to take a vampire as you first lover. He was supposed to be your first. He is your other half. His magic’s are supposed to augment your Slayer abilities.”

He stepped closer to her and stared angrily into her eyes. “I wasted two weeks in that cursed dimension waiting for you to come to him. And I imagine if Willow and that other girl hadn’t shown up this morning I’d still be waiting.” He drew in a deep breath and turned away, walking over to the glass barrier.

“Well, I’m going to do what he did not. I’m going to teach you the respect you should show your Watcher. I’m going to teach you your proper place. He will observe and learn. If he wishes to interfere, he will need to use magic. Nothing else can get through this barrier.” He turned to face her again.

“You won’t get away with this. We will be missed. The others will come looking for us.”

He chuckled. “In the first place, you are in another dimension, my dimension. There is no way for anyone to find you here. In the second place, when I return the two of you, I will return you to the date and time that I removed you. I can keep the two of you here as long as I need.” Buffy shivered at the cruel smile on his face.

He lifted both hands and began murmuring in Latin. There was a bright flash and Buffy found herself in the middle of the room. She was no longer in chains; instead she was in something that looked like the stocks that stood in old Colonial villages. Her head and hands had been placed in depressions and a heavy wooden bar held them in place. By turning her head she could see the padlock that fastened the two pieces of wood together.

The man, she refused to call him Giles even in her mind, smiled; a cold, satisfied, smile. “The first lesson is this: your Watcher is the source of all you need. Since he didn’t give you those clothes, you don’t need them.” The clothes Buffy was wearing vanished. He walked around her, looking her over. Buffy blushed. She tried to get enough leverage to break the lock, but when she moved against the wood, it clamped down harder, almost choking her.

The man made a tut-tut sound. “You really are a stubborn girl. You are forcing me to punish you.” Buffy heard a whistling sound, then felt a streak of fire run down her back. He moved in front of her and she saw a whip in his hand. “You have been out of control too long. I can see that I will need to break you first. What a pity. I do hate the thought of marking that lovely skin. Oh, well, it’s for your own good.” He moved behind her and began lashing her with the whip.

The pain was excruciating and through her tears Buffy could see Giles in the other room. He was struggling so hard that she could see blood running down his arms from where the cuffs where cutting into his skin. The whipping continued until she passed out.


Riley knocked on Giles door. He was worried. Buffy was supposed to meet him over an hour ago, but she hadn’t shown up. When he called the dorm, Willow had told him that she had gone to see Giles about something. He had tried calling Giles’ place, but no one had answered the phone.

He raised his hand to knock again when the door suddenly opened. Buffy blinked at him. “Riley! Oh, my god, I’m sorry, I forgot. Giles and I have been discussing something and time just got away from me.” Giles moved up behind her in the doorway.

“Hello, Mr. Giles. I’ve come to collect Buffy for our date.”

Giles smiled coolly at him. “I’m sorry, Riley, but Buffy needs to stay here with me right now. You’ll have to see her later. Good-bye.” He started to close the door.

Riley started at him in shock, then put his hand up to stop the door. “Excuse me? Buffy are you going to let him run your life like that?”

“Giles and I need to talk about Watcher/Slayer things. That comes first.” She glanced at Giles, then back to Riley. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but I don’t want to see you anymore. You were taking too much of my time, time that I need to use training with Giles. It’s been fun going out with you. I hope we can still be friends. Good-bye, Riley.” She shut the door.

Riley stood for a long moment, staring at he door in disbelief, then he turned and stalked away.

Inside the apartment, Buffy was on her knees in front of Giles. “Did I do it correctly, Sir?”

Giles waved his hand, stripping her of her clothes. He fastened the leather collar around her neck and patted her head. “You were perfect, Pet, perfect.”

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