Classical Conditioning

This is a gift fic for TeaRoses. I'm nowhere near as wonderful at writing this pairing as she is, so if you're not already a fan of WxS I'm sure this won't convince you. Go read her stuff before you read mine!

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"Miss Victoria! May I ask what you're doing in my private quarters?" Seras jumped and dropped the framed photograph she had been looking at. It shattered on the hardwood floor, and she looked guiltily up at Walter.

"Sorry, Walter." She muttered. "I was snooping."

"And may I know how you got in here?" The butler gave her a severe look. "I did lock my door, I'm certain of that."

"I was practicing going through walls, like Master does," Seras explained, staring down at her boots. "And once I figured it out, I was curious what your room would look like, so I thought since you weren't here..." She trailed off. "I'm really sorry, Walter. I'll replace the frame."

"I was rather attached to it," He knelt and began to picking up the pieces. "Well, what's past is past. Please go inform Sir Integra of what you've been up to while I clean this up."

"Oh no!" Seras panicked. "I don't want her to think I'm a trouble-maker! I'm not normally such a snoop, I promise. You're just such a fascinating person and I know a lot about you but I've never been in your room and I just wanted... Can I please just help you with chores for a while and not tell Sir Integra?"

He seemed to think it over for a moment. "Well, I suppose there are certain things you could do that would make up for it. However, I doubt you'd be interested."

"Like what?" Seras asked eagerly. "Please, tell me, Walter."

"I suppose you could let me spank you, to ensure this sort of thing never happens again." Walter said smoothly.

Seras tried hard to keep her composure, all the while wondering if he had been snooping as well. Had he somehow found her journal and read it and decided to get back at her by-- no, that was a preposturous thought! She bit her lip. "And you wouldn't tell Integra?"

"I give you my word."

"Alright then," Seras nodded. "You can spank me."

"Very well," He sat on the edge of his bed. "If you'd be so kind as to bend over my lap, we can take care of this little matter."

She did, blushing as furiously as a vampire could, and found herself unsure of what to do with her arms. She ended up putting them on the floor to help balance herself. Meanwhile, Walter had pulled her skirt up and was slowly (painstakingly slowly, she thought!) pulling her plain white panties down to around her mid-thighs.

"You have a very lovely bottom," He informed her, caressing it gently. "It's almost a shame I have to discipline it." With that, he slapped it so suddenly that Seras yelped in surprise. "However, it wouldn't do to have our Draculina snooping about where she oughtn't." He massaged her injured bottom, the warmth from his leather glove comforting her. "I think another nineteen should be sufficient. What do you think, Miss Victoria?" As he spoke, he spanked her again.

"It's not up to me," Seras reminded him, dreadfully embarrassed by the moan that slipped in at the end of her sentence as he dealt her another blow.

"Hm, now that was a most interesting sound," Walter remarked. "I wonder if I can get you to do it again." He spanked her, a little harder, and she involuntarily moaned louder. Did he know she wanted to be spanked? Had he intentionally positioned her over his knee so that she would rub her most sensitive parts over it with each strike? Did he know she was wondering if he knew? That gleam in his eyes had made her wonder. "Good girl. Please do make those nice noises each time I spank you, Seras."

"Yes, Walter," Seras agreed with a sigh. She wasn't in much of a position to argue, after all. He spanked her again and again, and each time she moaned a bit more loudly. By the time he'd finished all twenty, she was very warm and wet and aroused, squirming and rubbing herself against the fabric of his knee as he spanked her.

"Finished." He announced after the twentieth. "You're free to go, Miss Victoria."

"No, please," She breathed. "Just a few more."

He laughed. "I'm afraid you'll have to be much naughtier than just breaking my picture frames if you want to be spanked more than that, Seras." Walter nudged her off of his lap, and she slid to the floor with her panties still around the top of her stockings.

"That's not fair," She pouted, giving him the saddest look she could muster. "You're not really going to make me leave after all of that, are you?"

"Not if it seemed you needed more... instruction." He smiled down at her. "And that is a promise. But you'll have to be quite deviant if you want another spanking."

She reached up and unbuttoned his trousers, not completely sure what she was doing. It seemed vampire hormones ran stronger than human ones did... or perhaps she was just in a strange mood today, since phasing and entering wasn't really the norm for her. Had she wanted to be caught? She hadn't thought her actions through before phasing through Walter's door, but now she thought she might have been hoping he would catch her. Walter helped her free his mostly hard cock, and without stopping to think about what she was doing, she brought her mouth down on it. He smelled pleasantly of talc powder and a faint whiff of cologne, and he hardened fully within seconds of her taking him into her mouth.

Seras really didn't know what she was doing, but to her relief Walter didn't seem to mind. His hand pressed gently into the back of her head, pushing her further into his lap. She sucked weakly, her fangs complicating matters quite a bit. She winced as one lightly scraped the sensitive skin and quickly looked up to make sure Walter wasn't hurt too badly, but to her surprise he seemed to enjoy it. She pulled away, and he opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Is that deviant enough?" She asked impatiently.

"Very nearly." He offered her his hand and she accepted it. When she was standing in front of him, he pulled her white cotton underwear down around her ankles, then tugged her into sitting on his knee and wrestled them over her boots. As soon as they were completely off of her, he tossed them aside and turned his attention back to her. "I'd very much like to have my way with you." He murmured as he kissed her ear. "Would that be quite alright with you, Miss Victoria?"

Seras shivered in delight at his tone and nodded, not quite sure if she could speak coherently just then. He shifted the two of them onto his bed and positioned Seras so she was straddling him. Any nervousness over losing her virginity was quickly chased off by the warmth and desire radiating from Walter. She reached down and clumsily attempted to direct him inside of her, but the effort failed miserably. Perhaps sensing her frustration and inexperience, Walter took over and expertly guided her hips until the angle was just right. He held himself steady as she carefully lowered herself onto him.

Once he was inside her, Seras sat still for a moment, just getting used to the new sensation. It hadn't hurt as much as she'd imagined, whether due to her active lifestyle before death (and possibly after) or because she was no longer alive. She'd used tampons occasionally out of necessity, but this was much different-- far larger and warmer than anything she was used to. She wondered fleetingly if she felt cold to him, then decided immediately after that it clearly didn't matter, if his expression was any indication.

"Walter," She breathed, leaning forward and resting her arms on his chest. He opened his eyes. "What do I do now?"

"Whatever feels the most pleasurable for you," He replied, unbuttoning her shirt so that her brassiere was visible.

Seras tried riding him up and down, the way she'd imagined it worked, but found that it was much too painful and tiresome. Instead, she contented herself with grinding against the coarse hairs framing his erection, the hardness moving gently within her as she pleasured herself. She let out a soft moan as she found the perfect spot and began to rub it more enthusiastically against him. His monacle had long since disappeared, she realized as she leaned in shyly to kiss him. He kissed her back hungrily, and she felt she'd nearly mastered the art of kissing bye the time he pulled away for air. "Walter, you promised to spank me again if I was a bad girl," She reminded him.

"So I did," He massaged her backside with a gloved hand. "And I suppose shagging the old butler is quite a naughty thing to do." He spanked her, and the leather made a satisfying slapping sound as it hit her skin. Seras cried out, grinding faster in excitement.

Her rocking was causing him to hit something wonderful deep inside her, and her excitement was building each time his hand contacted her bottom. Seras moaned and panted-- not, of course, because she was out of breath, but because it all felt so unbearably good that she could hardly stand it.

"If you keep up that pace, I won't be able to hold out much longer," He warned her, taking a break from disciplining her to grab her hips and slow her down.

"I want you to come inside me," She kissed his throat, reluctantly letting him control the pace. She knew from her own limited research in the Hellsing library that she couldn't get pregnant. "I want to know what it feels like."

"I'd imagine it feels rather warm." Walter said, still trying to catch his breath. "Warm and a bit sticky."

Something jumped inside Seras's stomach, and she leaned back, grinding at her own speed again. "Is it?" She asked, tightening her grip on his shoulders as she did.

"Oh yes." Walter slapped her on the ass again. "Does that excite you, Miss Victoria?"

She whimpered and nodded, feeling as though she might explode with this feeling. "Yes... just a bit..."

He laughed. "You're a terrible liar, you know." Another smack. "I do hope you'll behave properly after this. I wouldn't want to have to use my belt on your backside to teach you a lesson."

"Oh God, oh God, Walter!" Seras cried as she lost control and writhed against him. Her legs trembled violently, her midsection bucked against his stomach, and her body spasmed tightly around his erection. Through the haze of her ecstasy, she heard him groaning and felt him thrusting hard into her, his hands holding onto her hips to keep her from convulsing completely off of him.

When they'd both slowed, she collapsed on his chest in exhaustion. The warm stickiness he'd mentioned slowly trickled out of her as she relaxed. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. Walter moved underneath her and she grunted in protest until she realized he had grabbed several paper tissues from his nightstand and was cleaning the both of them before his ejaculate could touch either of their clothing.

"I suppose that was a highly ineffective punishment for coming into my room without permission, wasn't it?" Walter teased her as he disposed of the tissues in a nearby wastebasket. "I wouldn't want to condition you to enjoy sneaking into my bedroom, now, would I?" He rolled them both over so that they were on their sides.

Seras snuggled against him and rested her head solidly on his arm, afraid he intended to get up or make her leave. She clutched his shirtwaist, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. "Do I have to go now?" She asked, wishing she didn't sound quite so desperate and vulnerable.

Walter chuckled at that and put his arms around her. "I'm afraid I can't think of a compelling reason to toss a lovely young vampiress out of my bed." He shifted around for a moment, then pulled his covers over the two of them. "Sir Integra won't want her tea for another few hours, so unless she calls for either of us I see no reason why we can't enjoy a post-coital nap together."

Seras sighed in relief at his words, then yawned sleepily. "You say everything in such a fancy way," She said as sleep overtook her. "But it does sound nicer than having a bit of bo-peep after a nice Melvyn..."

"I've no idea what you just said, but I believe I agree." Walter stroked her hair. "Sleep well, Seras."

"'Night, Walter," She mumbled, but wasn't completely sure it came out right. Seras rested contentedly against his warm body and succumbed to the too-quiet sleep of the dead more easily than she could remember ever being the case.