Stilled by Candace's moment of hesitation, the librarian now slid into action as well, her hand giving Candace's hip a reassuring squeeze before falling away. The lack of awareness of what was going on behind her must have thrown Candace for more of a spin than expected because she felt the loss immediately. Maybe that was why she hesitated for only a fraction of a second when she heard Weston’s next prompt.
"Unbuckle your belt. Drop your pants." This time, even Weston's voice shivered a bit on the delivery. Was she as excited as Candace was? Hard to tell from this position but Candace doubted it. Her elbows seemed a bit unsteady when she tried to push herself off the table to comply, but that deep, raspy voice stopped her. "Not like that. Stay down."
Well, shit.
Another pause, this time a bit longer.
Reevaluating every life choice that led her to this position now, Candace tilted forward again, resting her temple on the desk, her fingers moving to her belt. As if the position wasn't embarrassing enough, her fingers trembled when she undid the buckle and pulled her zipper down.
Half of her still couldn't quite believe the state she found herself in. Half was raring to move forward, jump into the unknown and let this woman do as she liked with her. Not a single inch of her wanted to stop though.
Heart beating in her neck and temples, her breath misting the shiny surface of the desk, she hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of her tight jeans and started peeling them away. Thank sweet baby Jesus that she managed to do laundry since she arrived allowing her to pick a slinky pair of black panties today.
No lace, no frills, but more than a little revealing.
She dragged her jeans over her hips to her thighs, the air feeling cool against her newly exposed skin. She waited for a second in silence, hands on their way to return to the desk to help carry her weight, but Weston stopped her again.
"More." She croaked and if her voice insinuated her excitement before, now it was exposing it fully. Maybe Weston was not quite as exposed as Candace of course, but it did close the distance a bit. "Show me more.” Weston said again after clearing her throat, this time sounding a bit more composed. It was too late though. Candace had already heard her moment of weakness.
Still, it was easier to follow her lead now, knowing that they were in this together. Whatever was happening, it was hitting them both. The thought was comforting and when Candace's hands returned to her jeans, they were a bit surer this time.
She yanked her jeans lower, and nudged them to her knees as far as she could reach without moving away from the desk. She even thought she heard a quick intake of breath when she shimmied left and right a bit to help the jeans along, but if Weston made any such sound, it was swallowed by the storm still raging outside.
Once finished, she lifted her hands and placed them on the desk beneath her breasts, feeling her heartbeat on the back of her hand, the desk feeling cool against her flushed cheek. Now, she was glad the librarian was behind her and couldn’t see what she was doing to her.
Her position wasn't as comfortable as before, her knees brought a bit closer together by her pants, but she supposed that was the point. She could imagine what she looked like now, the image she presented.
The room was still dimly illuminated, offering her a bit of comfort in the surreal greenish light. Or it would have if Candace wasn't painfully aware of the light from the hallway that fell straight across her back, no doubt offering a supreme view to the librarian. Candace didn't know if that was planned or not but it didn't matter. Either way she felt off balance, vulnerable and bare.
It should have felt worse than it did.
In only a few minutes, she'd given a lot of power to this woman, and still... And still, she was getting wet. Being exposed like this, knowing that she was watched and coldly evaluated while she was getting undressed had made her actually wet.
For the second time that evening, she silently thanked anyone who might be listening for the fact she was wearing black panties. Perhaps the librarian wouldn't notice just how eager Candace was for this.
"Glad you've decided to accept your punishment so readily, Ms. Kane. How nice that only a threat of proper retaliation was enough to improve your behavior. Sometimes, all we need is a stern hand to guide us." The librarian said and that Candace found was a bit harder to swallow. It hit a bit too close to home to her current concerns. Teasing was usually Candace's area of expertise, dammit. There was no way she could just let this slide. Horny as hell or not. "Tell me, what do you think would be the appropriate punishment for your behavior tonight?"
And now she was making her choose her own punishment? Jesus, this woman was evil. Candace had no idea how many strikes were appropriate, but she guessed it wouldn't matter. No doubt the librarian would find whatever she suggested lacking in some way. Was this a test designed to needle her before the real fun began? She wasn't sure.
On one hand, Candace didn’t want to pick too small of a number and make the scene end early. On the other, if she picked a high count, the librarian surely wouldn't let that go, taunting her again.
Plus, she was looking forward to sitting sometime later this week. They should start nice and easy.
"Ten smacks. I think." She said, not sounding even remotely confident. It didn't help that her voice was muffled by the desk before she turned her head to the side. Away from the lamp, thank you very much, because her cheeks were still awfully hot. Must have been all the blood rushing to them in her current position.
The librarian was unimpressed. "Only ten? Maybe I misjudged you after all. You seem to still try to weasel your way out of a proper price." Her voice was low, needling, and Candace just had to respond in kind. Two could play that game.
"Excuse me, I misplaced my spanking-by-stranger guide and reference sheet. What's the current going rate for the horrible insult of returning overdue books?"
The librarian paused for a second, but a hint of laughter snuck in her tone when she responded. "You tell me, Ms. Kane. Aim a bit higher this time, though. And lose the sass, or I'll be forced to add more corrective measures to your already mounting number."
"Twenty?" Candace tried again and the librarian let out a thoughtful hum.
"Warmer." She said but didn’t comment further. Candace squirmed, getting impatient. Oh, fuck it. Time to stir the pot a bit. Again.
“Honestly at this point, I doubt you’ll enforce any corrective measures at all." She said finally her hand sliding up to support her temple. "I was promised a spanking and I'm starting to doze off instead."
“I see." The librarian responded, sounding friendly and understanding and Candace started to think she was gaining ground in this little encounter. She decided to push forward.
"Why don't you–" Her last word transformed into a girlish shriek, weak but very suggestive, when a palm landed sharply on her ass, so hard it made her tip a bit forward. The pain lanced through her then reverberated through her cheek and down her thigh, making her shiver in response.
Perhaps she wasn't doing as well as she thought.
"Count them." The librarian hissed but when Candace didn't obey quickly enough, she slapped her arse again, this time on the other side, catching her while just as she was relaxing and making her shake. "Count the blows, Ms. Kane, or I will have to start again from the top."
"Okay, fuck." Candace finally spoke, tone shuddery. She couldn't help it. It was one thing to be presented with an idea of spanking and quite another thing to endure it. Because first of all–holy crap it hurt. Second of all, getting hit while she was trying to talk back sent a loud and clear message about who was in charge here. The librarian wasn't kidding apparently–this was her domain. Disturbingly Candace couldn’t find it in herself to mind even as her ass still burned from the impact. "One and two." She croaked and tensed up, awaiting her punishment.
"Easy, Ms. Kane. Relax." The librarian crooned from behind, not touching her but presumably watching her handiwork. "It will only hurt more this way." That made sense so C
andace tried to listen, but it was easier said than done.
The third smack landed to her right side again, the fourth on the other, landing almost exactly in the same places and she couldn’t help but swear quietly. "Shit. Fuck." She hissed before she quickly added. "Three and four."
"Language, Ms. Kane." The librarian said before issuing another couple of blows, waiting until Candice counted them aloud before continuing. "Swearing is another thing I don’t look fondly on.”
Well, fuck you too, Candace supplied readily but only in her head. Cowardly as it may have been, it was smart to keep her mouth shut. At least until she could learn to get used to the sensation.
She arched her back again, willing her lower body to relax and trying to ignore the way her panties stuck to her pussy. Now, that was embarrassing. She was usually pretty in tune with her own kinks but she had no idea she would be into getting spanked like an unruly schoolgirl. Who knew she would have a crash course in self-discovery, in a library no less? Not that she was complaining. Even when the next slap landed.
"Seven." She said, ridiculously grateful when the next hit landed a bit further up, half of it absorbed by her panties. Shit, perhaps she should have worn her granny panties after all. They would soak up at least some of the impact. "Eight." She counted, getting into the rhythm now. The hit landed symmetrically on her left cheek and when the next couple of blows landed on her left and right upper thigh, she counted them easily as well.
Her thighs shivered with the impact, pain stinging and spreading through her skin in aftershocks, but the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. Especially this close to her pussy. Once the worst of the pain abated, the burn prickled across her heated skin, making it more sensitive. Candace had a sneaking suspicion that her panties were beyond any sort of discretion at this point, soaking wet and revealing.
Another smack, this one a bit harder, made her knees squeeze together out of instinct, but the motion only made her pulse in response, a heavy ache filling her core. "Eleven." She said, trying to twitch away from the blows a little bit by moving a bit further on the table but a firm hand grabbed her by the hip, cool fingers digging into her soft skin while the other delivered another sharp smack to the same, already tortured area. And another. And another. All in quick succession breaking their current rhythm and making Candace bite her lip to avoid releasing another guttural sound even before another barbed sting finished the series.
"Fifteen." She said, panting, her ass burning with sensation and her pussy feeling emptier than ever. Her knees were weak and if it wasn’t for that hand on her hip, she had a sneaking suspicion it would be hard to keep upright.
"Good girl." The librarian said, her digits giving Candace a reassuring squeeze and for a moment, Candace felt absurdly flattered. Accomplished even. If she wasn’t so turned on right then, she might have been embarrassed by how quickly her perspective changed.
Before she could think on it however, she felt a soft brush of fabric against her naked skin–the light touch enough to make her twitch–before the hand that's been giving her so much grief connected with her skin once more.
This time it was gentle, first a brush of fingers against flushed skin that turned into a soft grip, cupping her tortured ass from behind. Then, the touch morphed into a gentle massage, heightening the pain for a moment before soothing it away.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Librarian spoke again, voice soothing though even in her current, half blind - half soaking wet state Candace was able to recognize an undercurrent of danger. "You're half-way through, Ms. Kane."
Candace froze. "H-half-way?" She stuttered embarrassingly but she couldn't help herself. She thought she was done. Maybe even hoped that they would get further along in this scenario. To vigorous fucking even. How could anyone not be satisfied with fifteen smacks was beyond her.
The librarian only hummed in response before stepping away, making Candace's fists clench on the table before she heard her next command.
"I want your underwear off first." The words were soft, barely audible, but they shook Candace to the core anyway.
So much for hiding her wetness. Flush filled her cheeks again, hot and spreading to her neck, but she didn't dare pause and earn five more blows. Cheek moving to rest on the desk once more, she dragged her hands down her sides before hooking her fingers under her panties.
Closing her eyes, she started drawing her underwear over the curve of her ass, her breath coming in short shuddering gasps. She tried to buy herself some time, but in a few seconds she felt her drenched underwear peel from her soaked pussy reluctantly before falling toward her knees and exposing her to the librarian's eyes completely.
She moved her hands quickly back to the table, landing on each side of her breasts, more in a halfhearted attempt to protect herself than anything else. It was odd, being so reduced by such a simple thing. She lost count how many times she undressed herself for women, but this was nothing like she was used to. It should have been mortifying, to be bent over like this, whole upper body sprawled over a desk, her arse exposed in the air.
It was humiliating. But Candace still found herself giddy with excitement, pulsing with need.
"Well, would you look at that?" The librarian drawled behind her, voice thick with something. Candace hoped it was an echo of her own arousal. "I knew you were rude, Ms. Kane but I didn't expect you were this depraved."
That was rich, coming from a woman in the habit of spanking complete strangers. Candace had half of mind to object, but the librarian wasn't wrong. She was enjoying every second of this. And God help her, even now she had to fight the urge to bring her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure pounding between her legs. She was even tempted to reach down with her hand and cup herself to stop the worst of the ache.
If she did that, however, it would mean hiding herself from the librarian's prying eyes and she didn't want that. She found herself loving every second of being on display.
Maybe she should reach down after all and play with herself. Give Weston a real show. The thought made her pulse again, and she squirmed, eager for the next command. She didn't have to wait long.
"Reach back. Spread yourself for me." Weston said, words stumbling over each other in a rush to get out. It was just as comforting as the first time to hear that she wasn't immune. "I want to see just how wanton you are."
Candace didn't have to be told twice. Clit throbbing in time with her skittering heartbeat, she reached back one last time, grabbed her upper thighs and spread herself open. Her skin was silky, hot to the touch, but she felt like her pussy eclipsed it, radiating heat and need. She had to do something, had to get something against her, inside her.
The librarian muttered something behind her back but Candace didn't hear her. Her breaths were coming hard and fast, loud in the quiet of the room. Or at least they sounded that way to Candace, who couldn't seem to get them under control.
A touch flitted over the back of her thigh before curving to brush between her legs. Candace's fingers dug into her own skin but she held still, her teeth digging into her lower lip so hard she was close to drawing blood. Weston's fingers drifted higher, but not high enough before she pulled back.
Not where Candace needed them. She let out a disappointed breath she didn't know she was holding. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"So eager. So wet.” The librarian said, her voice closer now. How much closer? Candace couldn't guess. But fuck if she didn't stop breathing again hoping she'll get another touch or a brush of her skirt or any contact whatsoever from the damn woman. Even a breath would be enough she thought.
As if summoned, an image crystallized inside her mind–of Weston kneeling down behind her, so close that Candace could feel her breath on her molten needy skin. It made her knees waver again and Candace had to lock in her knees to keep her position.
"Oh I wish I brought my toys tonight." The librarian said, more to herself than Candace. Her hands returned to Candace's waist, this time grabbing her roughly, possess
ive and demanding. Candace closed her eyes in a silent curse.
Toys? There could have been toys?
Judging by their position it wasn’t hard to imagine what was going through the librarian's head right now. And bringing the idea forward without any hope for enacting it was the cruelest thing Weston had done to her all night.
"Would you like that, Ms. Kane?" Weston continued, nails digging into Candace's skin, making her groan. She'd never felt so damn empty in her entire life. "Something to rub against. Something to grind on. Something to ride?"
Did she really have to ask? Candace was dripping down her thighs for her, for God's sake, and Weston still had to be told she was ready for anything at this point.
Or maybe Weston just wanted to hear her say it. Admit how desperate she was to be fucked, to come.
"Please." She whispered, voice cracked after so much tortured silence. "Please, I'll-I’ll take anything, just...Just fuck me. Please” Surrender came easy, tumbling over her dry lips earnestly. Her sincerity was immediately rewarded when fingers left her left hip only to string through her hair before squeezing and pulling back.
Surprised, Candace yelped, her own hands flying from her ass to the desk, in a panic, holding her weight as she was pulled up firmly. The motion wasn’t gentle but the sting in her scalp only flirted with pain, never quite crossing the threshold. She heard another click of a heel as the librarian stepped a little to the side before she spoke gain.
"You will. You will take anything.” This time her voice was firm and unyielding again, as if she was pushed past a limit herself, her sentences coming forward in short, clipped bursts. “First the second half of your punishment, and then you'll take my fingers. Over and over again. Then, when I’m done with you, you'll thank me for the lesson. On your knees. Do I make myself clear?"
Candace would have nodded vigorously if she could, but the fingers in her hair were holding her in place. "Oh yes. Fuck yes." She said, barely sure what she was saying. She licked her lips and swallowed in greedy expectation, her neck working eagerly.
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