School Library Slut
During my time at school, I was unaware of my popularity.
Once I turned 18, I started exploring the internet, seeking out 18+ content, and sneaking glimpses into our school's library, inside the bottom corner of the upper floor. This was my favorite spot; I frequented the library often, and I'd unknowingly discovered a stockpile of unbilled books left behind by the senior librarian. I suspect I was the only one who found them.
One Tuesday, as I settled into my usual spot, my preoccupation with an especially titillating read left me in a compromising position—wet enough to have unfastened my shirt and shimmied up my skirt, revealing inches of exposed thigh. My frequent rubbing of said areas left my nipples erect, producing a most uncomfortable experience underneath my bra.
Just as I was about to resume my reading, I sensed someone's presence behind me. The assistant librarian stood a few feet away, his eager gaze directed at my exposed upper body. His rock-hard bulge spoke volumes.
"So this is why you're in here so often," he remarked casually, brushing his hand against my breasts as he lifted my book. "This isn't a place for inappropriate reading."
Immediately, I tried to button myself up, but he stopped me.
"You didn't mean to?" he questioned, cruel amusement dancing around his eyes.
"No! It just...it happened." I stammered.
"In a restricted area like this with no one around? And your hands just so happened to stray to your chest?"
"I...just wanted to see what was on this shelf. You know I interned here last year."
"Then why are you here now? It's off-limits to interns. Your internship ended months ago."
"Ah, damn! I'd completely forgotten." My heart sank at the thought of a scandal that could ruin me if it was spread to the dean.
"If I were to check the security cameras, I don't think I'd see you here so often." He smirked.
"I never realised they were filming," I lied, suddenly aware that cameras were standard in the library.
"Not all parts are accessible to everyone. The restricted areas are password protected, and students cannot access them."
"I'm devastated," I lied again, my mind racing with potential outcomes.
"We have two options. One, we go to the dean's office and confess what happened. Two, you can let me handle your transgression."
I opted for the latter, fervently denying any other knowledge of the content on the shelf and assuring him I would not visit the section again.
"Perfect," he replied, grinning. "I'm more lenient than your dean. But since this is your first offense, you'll have to prove your innocence unless you want me to punish you."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to explain how you got caught."
"Well, I read the book and..."
"Don't make it sound like it was an accident! Say you knowingly risked getting caught."
"I was fantasizing about getting punished for this transgression," I admitted meekly.
The librarian eyed me shrewdly. "Can you name one specific punishment you desired?"
"I was thinking of being spanked."
"Explain why."
"In the book, the woman begged for it, and I always wondered what that would feel like."
"So, ask me to spank you."
To my surprise, my feet were yanked away, and I found myself bent over the nearest shelf. I was allowed to keep my skirt on.
"I'm giving you a chance to rectify your mistake. Instead, I'll let you off the hook with some discipline." He stated. And with that, my secret was about to be exposed in front of anyone who happened to walk by.
I was deep in thought when I noticed him lifting my skirt and pulling down my panties, revealing my soaking wet pussy for him to see. He gently rubbed around my buttocks and gave my pussy a few touches. It wasn't just arousing to imagine it happening, but experiencing it was even better.
He pulled me out of my naughty reverie with a sharp smack on my cheeks. I let out a cry of pain, and he continued for around twenty more whacks. Then he unhooked my bra and asked me to let it fall. His hand glided over my pussy as he instructed me to press my nipples against the nearby surface. He spanked me for another fifteen times and even a few on my wet pussy. His fingers massaged the area.
"This is what happened after she got spanked," he informed me.
"She couldn't walk for days?" I guessed, deducing from where the spanking commenced in the story.
"No, she was raped," he declared. My heart sank at the thought, because I was still a virgin. However, it was thrilling to think about having sex in a fictional setting like this.
"Rest assured, I won't do that to you," he promised as he stopped rubbing me.
"Why not?" I couldn't believe I actually asked him to do it.
"Do you want this?"
"If it's written in the book, then it's the appropriate punishment," I reasoned.
"Do you want me to force myself on you?"
"Yes, please. Praise me for my mistake and be rough with me. Don't hold back."
"You're quite the whore!" he declared, resuming his erotic exploration. He slid his fingers back inside me, causing me to move excitedly. He grabbed both my breasts and applied pressure with his dick in between. He pushed it into me as his back pressed against my chest.
I had never known such pleasure before, which is why I remained a virgin for so long. He complimented me with words like "slut", "whore", and "bitch", which I totally enjoyed.
"Where should I cum, depraved one?" he asked.
"On my face." The thought stunned me, but I couldn't help but ask for it.
He turned me around and kneeled in front of him without any resistance. I felt his warm semen on my face and my chest. This was much more shameful than the story made it sound.
"Thank you for it, whore," he muttered.
"Thank you so much, sir," I replied.
"You should come back tomorrow to read more from these books and have more fun," he suggested as he handed me the book.
"I can't wait to come back here tomorrow," I said as I gathered my clothes and made my way out of the restricted area to put them on and leave.
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