Blistered bookworm (M/f story)

"Hello, Mister Becker," Jessica said cheerfully to the school librarian as she approached his desk. The young woman was carrying a large bag crammed full of books. "I'm here to borrow some books – and to return these."

"So I see," Mr Becker commented drily.  "And just two weeks late this time – instead of your usual month."

Jessica blushed. The eager bookworm was a bit absent-minded, and she had a tendency to forget about return dates. Mr Becker had scolded the petite brunette for it more than once. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd remember this time, but I guess I didn't," she said with a wince. "Same fine as usual?"

"That's correct, but I'm afraid that's not all." The tall, dark-haired man in his early thirties steepled his fingers, looking severely at the teenaged miscreant. "I'm afraid you've been late too many times, Jessica. You've proven yourself unreliable. Per school rules, you are banned from bringing any books home."

"I'm sorry?" Jessica said, blinking in confusion. He couldn't have said what she thought she'd heard, could he?

"I'm sorry too, Jessica," he said, his expression not changing. "But those are the rules, and I see no reason to make an exception in this case."

"I'm banned from the library!?" Jessica stared at him in horror, trying to process this terrible development. "Please, Mr Becker. You can't do this!" she pleaded pitifully.

"You're not banned from the library" he told her, trying to calm her down. "You can still come here and read – you just can't take any of the books home with you."

"Please, sir," Jessica pleaded. Tears were running down her face, but she didn't care. "Please. I need this library. I promise I'll do better. I'll return the books on time from now on! I'll pay DOUBLE the fine. I'll do anything – just don't ban me!"

Clearly bothered by this emotional display, and unable to face the begging girl, Mr Becker looked down at the sheets of paper in front of him. "The rules are clear, Jessica, and my decision is final. Please don't make a scene in the library, girl."

As Jessica fled, to return to her dorm room and sob her eyes out on her bed, Mr Becker eventually realized that she still hadn't paid the fine. He decided that under the circumstances, he would forgive that debt – at least she'd left the bag of books here when she left.

Over the next weeks, Jessica returned to the library every single day. Trawling through the stacks in search of new treasures, she would studiously avoid eye-contact with the librarian. Mr Becker wasn't sure whether she was embarrassed for making a scene, or angry at him for enforcing the rules. She would spend hours at a small table in the corner, quietly devouring her latest find. Whenever she pulled a particularly old tome from the shelf, her face would light up at the thought of going through it, then fall as she remembered that she couldn't take it home.

After three weeks of her dejected brooding, Mr Becker asked Jessica to come into his office. The girl froze, a look of terror on her face. He wasn't going to ban her from the library entirely, was he? Eventually, he managed to coax her into the back room.

"I know you're unhappy about your ban," he said, as he sat down at his desk. From her chair in front of the desk, Jessica nodded morosely, staring at the desktop to avoid his gaze – to call her 'unhappy' was a bit of an understatement. "I've looked through the rules again," he continued, "and it appears that there is an alternative punishment on the books." She glanced up at him, a timid hope mixed with the fear that it might be snatched from her. "A good spanking."

Jessica stared, trying to process this. "A what?"

"A good, hard spanking over my lap, Jessica."

The young woman shook her head. "Are you serious? Is that even legal?"

He nodded. "The rule is old and hasn't been invoked in years, but it's never been repealed, either."

She grabbed the seat of her pleated skirt, clutching her bottom protectively. "But I'm eighteen!"

"That's correct, but as a pupil here, you're still subject to the school's discipline. In fact, your age makes it easier – we don't have to get parental consent." He tapped the desk with his pen. "But this is only an offer, because I thought you might be looking for a way out of your troubles. If you prefer the ban, I have no problem with that. Just let me know if you change your mind."

Jessica rose as if to leave, thoughtfully chewing on a finger, but remained where she was. After a few minutes, she sat down again, a thoughtful expression on her face. "If I agree to … to your suggestion," she said slowly. "What exactly will it entail?"

"Like I said, it will be a good, hard spanking, with you bent over my knee," Mr Becker said calmly.

"Over my skirt?" she asked with a slight tremble to her voice. "Or are you going to lift it so that you can see my panties?" The thought clearly embarrassed her.

"Per the rulebook, all spankings are delivered on the bare bottom," Mr Becker informed her.

Jessica blushed at the thought. She'd never shown her bare bottom to a man before, and while Mr Becker was a handsome man for his age, he wouldn't have been her first choice – or even in the top ten. However, while the thought was frightening and humiliating, it was the only way she could find to reunite her with her beloved books. "I'll take the spanking," she said, trying to sound brave.

Mr Becker pushed his chair back, patting his lap. Jessica rose on trembling feet, inching her way over to him and placing herself over his lap. She felt absolutely ridiculous, staring at the carpet with his thighs under her belly and her butt in the air, but her nervousness was even stronger. Her stomach was doing flipflops as she thought about what was going to happen – she was actually going to be spanked on the bare by the school librarian. "Think of the books," she muttered quietly to herself. "Focus on the books."

She blushed, burying her face in her hands as he lifted the hem of her skirt, placing his fingers in the waistband of her panties. The knowledge that he would soon see her bare bottom was horrendous. "Lift your hips," he commanded. Reluctantly, she obeyed, and he slipped her panties down to her knees, patting her bare, quivering bottom gently. "I hope this teaches you a lesson, young lady," he said as he lifted his hand and delivered the first smack.

Jessica gasped, squirming in surprise as he started to spank her. The young woman had never been spanked before, and the feeling of his hand slapping down on one of the most intimate parts of her body made her feel flustered. Soon, however, the pain and discomfort were more important than her embarrassment.

Mr Becker spanked hard and fast, covering every inch of her poor little bottom. The pain grew with every firm slap, and she was soon kicking her legs. "Ouch!" she whimpered. "That hurts!"

"It's supposed to, Jessica," he said calmly, continuing to strike her rear end. "That's why it's a punishment."

She yelped and squirmed around on his lap as the slaps rained down on her burning rear end. "Why are you being spanked, Jessica?" Mr Becker asked.

"Ow! So you'll lift the ban and I can borrow books again," she said through gritted teeth, wincing in pain.

Her answer made him chuckle. "That's true, in a sense, but that's not what I meant. Why are you being punished?"

A hard smack to a particularly sensitive part of her bottom made her howl. "B-because I didn’t return the books in time, Mister Becker. I promise I won't do it again, sir! Ow!"

Wrapping his arm around her waist to hold her in place, Mr Becker spanked even harder and faster than before. Jessica was sobbing pitifully, begging for mercy as she squirmed around, but nothing could stop his punishing hand from finding its target. Soon, she broke down, lying limply over his lap as he spanked her soundly.

It took some time before the red-bottomed girl realized that her spanking was over, and that Mr Becker was now stroking her bottom comfortingly. He helped her up and sat her on his lap. She buried her face in his chest, crying into his shirt as he hugged her and comforted her. She didn't care that she was naked from the waist down, her skirt still being tugged up and her panties having been kicked off into a corner during her futile struggles – all she cared about was that her long, awful punishment was over.

Once she'd calmed down, he helped her to her feet. She retrieved her panties from the corner and got dressed, too embarrassed to face him until her clothes were in order.

"I promise I'll get the books back on time in the future, Mister Becker," she said as she left.

"Make sure you do," he told her. "If you forget, I won't hesitate to put you back over my knee."

She blushed, but managed to smile. Her ban had been lifted – she could borrow books again. Nothing could ruin her mood today.