No Kissing in the Library, [spanking] [anal caning] [CFNM] [ass worship] (rough draft)

No Kissing in the Library

I am no stranger to libraries. That being said this is mostly due to the fact that they have both free wifi and great wall insulation from the winter weather. That being said I certainly hope that I don´t come off as if I have never actually laid eyes on written words other than a street sign.

During one of these chill winter days I had a real life experience with my darling Wife while I was struggling to get some homework done and keep my testicles from becoming ice cubes. The reality ends with a kiss and sharing a comfortable leather arm chair and a firm scolding from a woman employed by the library. This story is meant to be my own perverted thoughts on what might have happened if we were both so lucky as to have it taken further than just a scolding.

Holding my wonderful wife close to me and feeling the warmth and weight of her ample buttocks press down on what would likely have become icecubes inside of my pelvis given enough time. Hugging her close and snuggling into her soft peach colored hoodie. Her warm lips pressed against mine and the world was filled with snuggles.

*snap snap*

“Excuse me. You are in a library we don´t do that here.”

Looking at her confused…

“Stop kissing, find a second chair and read likes adults before I find a second chair without arms.”

The confusion only mounted and we both looked at her like puppies unsure of why their owner is mad.

“Ok, fine!” *clapping her hands together* “come with me or I am calling the actual police from downstairs and you can deal with them.”

Raising my eyebrows high enough for them to disappear into my hair; “Ma’am, who are you?”

She pointed at the shield shaped seal sewn to her green suit jacket.

“library monitor you, little brat!”

She grabbed my lovely wife´s wrist and pulled her off of my lap almost as if she knew that I would follow. Over and out of the little alcove that we were inhabiting, down a hall that echoed with the sounds of casual business shoes to an old fashioned looking wooden door.

“my office. Get in.”

She clearly had no intention of repeating herself. Both my wife and I might as well have been freshman in high school again as we followed her into the dimly lit office. The cozy room had two of those armless chairs in front of the desk and a high backed red leather swivel chair for the library monitor to sit in.

The pair of us knew better. Taking a seat and waiting for her to speak seemed like the best course of action.

“I´ll be needing those clothes.”

The pair of us raised our eyebrows at each other.

Don´t worry, you won´t have to worry about being cold this room is only maybe 300 square feet and has a space heater.

No cameras, excellent sound insulation and enough tools to make the stay memorable.

So.

*snap snap*

“Your clothes.”

My wife, of course, a bit more willful and often times a brat folded her arms across her breasts in refusal. Her soft peach hoodie split at the top as her buxom breasts made her black t shirt make itself known in an attempt to keep control of her C-cups.

The library monitor was having none of that.

“You can either remove them yourself or I can have the guards; come in to assist the process. I am going to go ahead and assume that you don´t want that, yes?”

My lovely wife´s amber eyes flew open at this phrase and the resistance dropped dramatically after that.

“Wait Wait!” I interject.

Ma’am, whatever you were going to give to her I will take it alongside what you had planned for me. I don´t want to make her suffer for my horniness. I initiated the kissing and cuddling and this is more my fault than her´s.

The library monitor smirked as she picked up her long, thin bastinado. Her green jacket bulged outward as she held up the cane as if inspecting it for some microfracture or piece of dust.

“A gentleman aren´t we? Ok, “Sir” she said with all the mockery that she could muster. You will bare the weight of both of you.”

*Swoosh...Swoosh* She rhythmically swung the thin cane through the air and smiled at it like it was an old friend.

“Well boy. Strip!”

Rushing to comply I practically jump out of my boots and socks and stack then in the corner.

“and you Young Lady! You are not getting off easily. You are going to help me punish your boy toy and if you are truly sorry help comfort him after it is over. Is that clear?”

Answering in just a quivering whisper “Yes, Miss”

“good!”

When they both look back from their conversation he was already naked and the warm room seemed to help the over all appearance of things.

The pair almost seem to sync up and become more friendly as soon as I dropped myself to the most subservient position in the room. It was charming really, just seeing all the nervousness melt off of my wife´s face and see her giggle with the woman who was about to spank her thick ass only moments before.

Giggle? At what…?

Following their eyes I see my fat yet short cock bounce and proceed to start leaking precum at just being naked in front of my wife and her new friend.

So thankful that I shaved my balls smooth and trimmed my pubic hair short like a marine´s haircut...seems you never know when it will be shown off.

“you really don´t have very much self control, do you boy?”

The library monitor looked at my wife

“I married a very submissive young man. He is always so eager to please and play.”

Putting my hands behind my head like I had done before to show compliance and attention. I stare into my wife´s eyes and see them shimmering with pride and gratitude as I become a slave to save her delicate bottom.

I blow a kiss to her and she gently bites the tip of her finger and leers at me like a predator.

*snap snap*

“Keep it in your pants you two. Well, to the extent that you have pants, she smirks as my cock continues to leak.”

The library monitor adjusts her raven black pony tail and places her green uniform jacket on a hook behind her desk. The jacket´s absence revealed a matching suit vest that housed nothing but her ample cinnamon colored cleavage.

“well young lady. If I won´t get to punish that bouncing butt of yours you are certainly going to help.”

Handing my wife a pair of tan leather gloves to match those that she had slid onto her robust and oddly calloused hands.

“Get over there boy toy. Lay yourself over that desk and spread your feet as wide as they will go. You need to be open for correction. Open and pliable.”

Over the glass like surface of the polished mahogany wood I was able to see my own nervousness and shivering despite the warmth of the room. My stubborn cock still trying to find stimulation and leaking little drips onto the floor.

The first leather gloved hand grabbed a handful of quivering buttock while the second landed on the right to match.

Taking a professorial tone. The voice of the library monitor can from behind, to the left and below me.

“we will want the gloves since hand spankings can often do as much damage to the spanker´s palm as to the spankee´s cheeks. Now, take a look at your boy. His balls are tight and pulled close to his shaft this could mean he is nervous or he is cold or he is very close to orgasm.”

SLAP SLAP!

“Boy, if you cum you will punished so hard that you would rather your testicles had turned into ice cubes what you were outside.”

“Yes, you Library Monitor Ma’am. I will not cum.”

SLAP!

“Secondly, let´s get this very clear. What you will be calling us today. Your wife is your Goddess, call her as such whenever She addresses you and I´ll be known as Mistress. Any other titles will be punishment worthy, clear?”

Yes, Mistress!

SLAP!

“Excellent!” *grinning like a wolf* “Now, your Goddess and I will continue to hand spank you in the best rhythm we can until you give up. Trust me, you want to hold out for as long as you can. I will track the number of seconds and know for later.”

“Now, ready?”

“Yes Mistress!”

A rain of synchronized smacks came from those calf skin gloves on his soft skinned ass. The force of the two at the same time pushed him forward into the wood of the desk and doing very little for the state of his own wood. Each smack bloomed into a delightful warmth and layered onto each other until the sting arrived. Creeping and bubbling up from beneath the skin the burn built up and he tried to resist the urge to wiggle and try to escape.

Escape to where!!! Jump out the window naked and into the cold?

Hips wiggling side to side to avoid the spanks and going absolutely nowhere. Strong, yet soft leather hands all over him and pushing his cock against the smooth wood.

The slaps cracking down on his soft flesh. Until a hand grabbed him by his other set of cheeks and raised his to meet Hers.

Starring up, view slightly blurred from tears, Goddess´s wavy blonde locks got in his eyes and she lowered her face to kiss him deeply. Her hot tongue doing something to make him forget about the heat still throbbing through his backside. She pulled back and hungrily pinched his face to make him look a particularly slutty fish.

“I think he has had enough for now” said my Goddess.

She pulled back her long mane and let a nice strand of crystal clear saliva leak all over his pouty fish lips.

“That´s a good slut.”

*winking at her punished boy*

“I think this one is sufficiently relaxed to try the next phase.” The raven haired library monitor changed out her leather gloves for latex and began massaging around the outside of the boy´s anus. “we are going to make use of the bastinado on this vulnerable rosebud.”

practically choking on my own shock just as my wife grabs my head and prevents me from looking back at what is about to happen.

“Don´t focus on your ass, baby boy. Focus on mine.”

My Goddess peels her Her jeans off of her ample bottom and shows me what should be my primary focus for the next however long. She looked like a double scoop of vanilla icecream on a stonewashed denim cone as she bent over.

“you look beautiful my love.”

*blowing a kiss to her as she steps out of them*

“I am so glad you like this ass” she said, giving herself a nice smack. Because this will need to keep you quiet for a bit.”

and the room goes black as the boy´s world if consumed by big white booty. Dark and complete and mostly silent as the cheeks manage to cover his ears and his lips are forced to kiss Her´s.

He SCREAMS in pain...struggling to breath...struggling to call out….not even sure if there is any safeword that he could use.

AGAIN….moaning in agony against Goddess´ meaty pussy

A THIRD! The only senses he has are taste and scent and pussy pheromones filled his world.

FOURTH! …. licking and hoping that my worship pleases Her.

FIVE for FIVE ….humming and moaning from more than pain now.

SIX of the BEST?!….Please!!!!

The light came back to his eyes.

“Oooffff….owwwww….Goddess…..”

that´s a good boy...so good getting punished for both of us.