In the library (F/M story)

"What's that?" Keith said, nodding towards a strange object hanging on the wall of the library. It was leather, about a foot or so long, and quite thick, and seemed really out of place on a library wall.

"That?" said Millie. She was the librarian that Keith had been trying to chat up for the last week or so, dropping by every day. She wasn't completely unresponsive, but he hadn't gotten very far. She was a short woman, but with long, dark hair and a cleavage he could lose himself in. "That's a strap. Haven't you seen one before?"

"A strap? In what sense?" he asked.

She giggled. "In the sense that it's an object that you whip naughty girls' and boys' bottoms with to remove the naughtiness. Does that explain it?"

"It does, yes," he replied. "Kind of a weird decoration for a library, don't you think?"

"It's not decoration, Keith," she answered. "We take it down from time to time, when we have to." She giggled again. "If people continue to make noise even when we warn them to be quiet." She wagged her finger at him. "So don't be too noisy, ok? You won't like the consequences."

Keith blushed.

About ten minutes later, Millie was standing at her desk, watching the library, when she spotted Keith carrying a stack of books towards a table. The stack seemed unstable, wavering back and forth, and she was just about to tell him to be careful when it fell, as books came crashing down on the floor.

She rushed forward, helping him to gather up the books. "Sorry," he said, blushing again. He looked quite cute when he did so, she noted.

"Just be more careful in the future, ok? We don't want the books damaged."

She returned to her desk as he sat down with the books, making notes on a sheet of paper as he went through them.

Twenty minutes after that, he'd carried the books back where he found them, and he was carrying another stack. Millie noted with alarm that one was just as unstable as the last, and, sure enough, it toppled. Again, she rushed forward to help him out.

"Be careful!" she snapped. "If you do this again, you won't like the consequences." These books were valuable, and crashing to the floor wasn't very good for them. She decided to return to her desk, but hadn't taken more than a few steps before the sound of books hitting the floor rang out again. She turned to see Keith gathering up the books. Something clicked in her mind as she recalled their previous conversation. "If you wanted the strap," she said as she helped him gather up the books, "You should have just told me, rather than ruining our property."

He blushed, embarrassed at having been found out. "Would you have done it, though?"

She looked at him. He was tall, quite handsome, and was wearing jeans that showed off a very cute backside. "Oh, with pleasure." She placed the books on the table. "I think you had better follow me into the back room," she said, and he did so. On the way, she stopped to pick up the strap.

"I'll be in the back room," she told Sally, one of the other librarians. "Back in a few."

Sally looked at Keith, who was standing nearby, biting his lip in nervousness.

"Have fun," she said. "He's cute." She grinned. "Ten pounds say he screams."

"You're on," Millie replied.

Millie led Keith to a concrete-covered room at the back of the library, opening a door that seemed to lead to an old bomb shelter.

"Sound-proof," she said at his quizzical look. "We don't want you to disturb someone more than you already have, do we?" She tapped on the walls. "No one will hear anything through these walls."

She didn't feel it was necessary to mention that they had a microphone in the room, to tape the sounds of punishments, to play back on dull days.

She led him over to a desk, with manacles attached for hands and feet. "To stop people getting up while they're punished," she explained. "Saves time." She slapped her hands together. "Usually, we just have people drop their trousers and boxers, but since this is somewhat unusual, I think we'll go one better." She smiled at him. "Everything off."

He blinked. "Everything?"

"Every last stitch."

He started to undress, folding his clothes and placing them on a nearby chair. Shirt, Trousers, socks... he hesitated slightly before lowering his boxers, embarrassed at being naked in front of an attractive young woman.

"Having fun?" She said, nodding towards his erection. He blushed. "Now, bend over the desk."

"Is this really necessary?" he asked as she locked him in, making sure he was unable to get loose.

"Necessary?" She responded. "Nope. But it sure is fun."

She picked up the strap, tapping it against his bottom. "This is going to hurt," she said, lifting the strap and whipping it down on his bottom. And it did.

Keith grimaced in pain as the leather bit into his flesh. What had he gotten himself into? Another stroke landed, and he arched his back, biting his lap. Again, the strap whistled through the air, an explosion of pain erupting across his poor cheeks.

Millie grinned as the lifted the strap again and again, making sure she covered the entirety of Keith's cute butt. She always enjoyed these little sessions, but rarely as much as this. "It's been a few minutes, and he hasn't cried out yet," she told herself. "Sally owes me ten pounds."

Keith was crying, wishing for all the world that he could reach back and rub his stinging cheeks, but that was of course impossible. When Millie finally put the strap down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

She took a step forward, running her fingers over his stinging posterior, rubbing some of the pain again. "Was it what you expected?" she asked.

"Much more painful," he moaned.

"Then I have bad news for you," she told him. "See, if you had ASKED me for this punishment, I would have ended it here." She pinched his bottom to make sure he was paying attention. "But since you tried to manipulate me – poorly, I might add, but still – and damaged our property while doing so, we have a long, long way to go yet." She picked up the strap again, patting it against her palm. "And I don't think you're going to enjoy it very much." She would, though.

Keith pleaded for mercy, but as the strap landed on his bottom again, all thoughts but the burning pain were banished from his mind. He cried in pain as the leather dug into his skin, blistering and bruising his poor skin.

He was blubbering incoherently by the time Millie put the strap down again. She released him from his manacles, and helped him to his feet.

"It feels painful, I know," she said. "But if you stay here, facing this corner, I'll be back soon with some ointment for your poor backside." She wagged her finger. "You may rub, but if you look any place BUT this corner, you're going back over the desk. Don't test me."

She exited the room, going to her desk to pick up the jar of cream. Sally was sitting there, eager for details. "You owe me ten pounds," Millie said as she sat down to describe the strapping to her. Keith could wait a few minutes.