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The Strict Librarian Part 1

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightmask/

The Langston Public Library was a study in quiet efficiency, a full three stories in height to fit into the modest strip of land set aside for it. Long vertical windows adorned the sunward facing front, letting the sun's rays provide much of the interior lightning as it shown down on the small reading tables set before the long rows of books situated in each level. Entering one would be greeted by the main information desk and workspace situated to the right of the entryway, where one would come under the watchful eye of the main librarian oftentimes.

She was a no-nonsense sort; five foot of ebony-furred mature lapine whose eyes seemed to catch everything going on in the library as their oddly purple shine reflected behind her large octagonally-framed glasses. A bun of long black hair rested coiled upon her head, nestled between her ears and held in place by crossed simple black hair sticks with silver filigree on the protruding ends. Dressed in equally modest attire she was clad in a dark gray pantsuit that fit snuggly but not too snuggly, although the buttoned up vest could do little to downplay the ample bosom she was blessed with. Long well-toned and muscular digitigrade legs carried her with energy to spare as she carried the latest set of returned books to be sorted to their next station, footpads clad in soft rubber-soled shoes to protect the hard-wood floors from the scratch of her toeclaws and provide traction the pads of her feet didn't.

Only a handful of people were making use of the library this day she noted to herself, always aware to some degree who was there and where. Not surprising though with the warm spring day and everyone thinking there was more important things to do than stay inside reading. At least it gave her time to get caught up on the backlog that sometimes built up when she was without part-time assistants like she was now, many years of practice having left her with some idea of where everything went without even having to look it up.

It was while she was putting away some books on the second floor she realized something was out of sorts. Her ears perking up she cocked her head curiously, trying to puzzle out what had distracted her from her task at hand, only to frown when she heard the sound of creaking floorboards above.

There shouldn't be anyone upstairs, she thought to herself. The upper area was the closed stacks that required her approval to enter and she had certainly given it to no one recently. A spark of anger broke through her professional calm at the thought of someone breaking the rules in such a willful fashion. Setting aside the books she still held she strode purposefully towards the stairs leading up to the third floor, only the cushioning of her shoes keeping her from stomping loudly upstairs.

Once she reached the third floor she paused long enough to listen for where the intruder might be, casting her hearing all about in case they'd moved much from where she'd heard the floor squeaking. What she heard surprised her though as the sounds of fabric rubbing across fabric came to her ears along with soft moans and the sounds of heavy breathing.

"What do you think you're doing?!" she demanded imperiously as she dashed to the back corner where one of the few study desks was at, although it was clearly a rhetorical question as she was granted by the sight of one of the library's frequent users, a young human she knew as Chad Houston, with his pants down while staring avidly at a book he had laid out on the desk.

"Ms. Clarkson?!" he exclaimed, startled enough to fall back onto the floor with a clatter as he hastily tried but failed to pull his pants back up.

"These books are not for you to satisfy yourself to," she hissed, stepping right up beside him to glare down at him. "Stop that and get to your feet right now," she demanded, causing him to squeak in embarrassment and protest.

"You heard me, if you hadn't wanted that thing being seen you wouldn't have taken it out in my library," she declared as he scrambled to his feet, too cowed by the rabbit's authoritative tone to refuse, physically towering over her but feeling only two feet tall in the heat of her gaze as she stared up at him.

"So what makes you think you're free to treat my library like your bedroom young man?" she demanded, dark gray tail flicking against her back and bottom as it reflected the range of anger she was feeling.

"I'm sorry Ms. Clarkson! Please don't tell my parents!" he pleaded, trying to cover himself with his hands only to have her smack them away with the ruler she had tucked into her vest.

"Stop that! You wanted it on display you're leaving it on display until I say otherwise," she ordered, poking him in the stomach with the ruler.

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he whispered, head down in shame as he couldn't hide his still stiff erection that jerked slightly in time to the beat of his heart. "Please Ms. Clarkson don't tell my parents! They'll ground me until I'm out of college."

The angry rabbit left Chad to squirm in the silence as she simply looked him over while considering things, ruler slapping on her palm as she thought things over. He was a handsome enough young man; hard work growing up and physical education had left him well-developed and tanned in all the places one would expect, with a prominent tan line obvious where he'd worn trunks while out in the sun. Sun-bleached blond hair and dazzling blue eyes gave him in normal circumstances an endearing look.

"Very well, I shall punish you myself," she finally declared. "You will be doing everything I say from now on until I decide you've properly done your penance for your shameful behavior, understand."

"Yes Ms. Clarkson! May I pull my pants up now Ms. Clarkson?" he asked hesitantly.

"No you may not in fact I want you out of them right now, bare right to the feet," she ordered in a tone of voice that brooked no argument and quickly had the embarrassed young man naked from the waist down, nothing but his short-sleeved cotton shirt to provide him any concealment at all from her gaze.

"Good, good. Now hands behind your back and eyes forward," she told him, the hint of a satisfied smile tugging at her lips as she stepped around him looking him over in greater detail paying particular detail to his muscular behind. Out of his line of vision she licked her lips in satisfaction as she admired the view, the unexpected discovery of the day leaving her suppressed desires that she had channeled into her work focused with the same precision she put into the library into acting them out now.

"Wh-what are you doing Ms. Clarkson?" Chad stammered when he suddenly felt the delicate tracing of her claws across his backside, shivering as he felt them skip across the crack as she drew them left to right over his taut buns.

"Never you mind, just do as you're told and work off your punishment for being such a nasty boy playing with yourself in a public place," she told him, the cold wooden ruler slipping between his buns as she pressed it in until he could feel it nudging up against his rear entrance and dangling sack. "Clench them and hold that right where it is, then turn around and bend over," she chirred, tongue wetting her lips once again as she watched the way his buns flexed to carry out her orders.

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he quickly replied, squirming from the odd feeling of the ruler nestled in such an intimate place, but relieved as he turned around and bent down that at least it let his shirt drop down so that from her angle she could no longer see raging erection he hadn't been able to lose since she caught him. His relief was quickly taken away though with her next words.

"Bend over the desk and grip the other side right now," she told him, hand returning to his backside in a smart swat when he was slow to respond. "You heard me get yourself across that desk now or you can just stand there while I call in the sheriff to explain what you've been up to."

"Yes Ms Clarkson!" he gasped out, almost bruising himself in his haste to comply, thinking about the humiliation of being publicly outed for being so bad a boy as to play with himself in the library.

"I think it's time for you to receive some of your punishment right now you nasty boy,' she chirred, unable to completely hide her excitement from her voice as she retrieved her ruler from its resting place. "You're going to take this ruler across your backside until it's good and red and you'll keep quiet unless you want someone running up here to see what's up. Unless you want someone to come see you with your naked backside on display, with everything dangling in view," she added, the tip of the ruler coming up to lift his sack up letting his balls rest on it briefly before dropping back down.

"Yes Ms Clarkson, I mean no Ms. Clarkson," he whispered, all confused before the ruler landed across his backside and the flash of pain had him squealing and gripping the edge of the desk hard.

"I said be quiet, this is a library after all," she pointed out primly, ignoring the contradiction of having the young man naked in all the ways that counted across a desk with the rapidly reddening welt from the first swat of the ruler beginning to show already against his pale skin. When he'd settled back down she gave him another swat, this time just across the left cheek and marveled at the brief jiggling and the way he bounced around on his toes before dropping back down once again. There was something so fascinating about the first real male bits she'd had on display before her that she took the time to admire every wrinkle and the way his anus twitched each time the ruler slapped across his defenseless buttocks.

It wasn't long before Chad was sweating in the cool air of the library, the breezes doing nothing to cool the heat that the dozens of swats had left in their wake. He'd been such a bad boy though he knew he deserved it as he felt the flames spreading, so caught up in it he barely noticed when she stopped and placed her hand on his glowing cheeks, feeling the heat against her palm while the last swat's distinctive outlined faded into the overall red heating his backside.

"Good boy, you didn't bother anyone else as you took your spanking," the ebony lapine chirred, unable to maintain her professional detachment as she stroked and rubbed at his backside with her left hand and reached up between his legs to grasp his dangling sack with the right. Chad could feel the blunt digging claws digging into the skin as she squeezed at his family jewels causing him to whimper once more when it grew painful, although she was careful not to squeeze so hard as to really hurt him. He was like the first toy she'd ever had and the last thing she wanted to do was break it after all.

"Ms. Clarkson?" Chad said, starting to ask what she was up to and trying not to think about how nice it felt with her touching him, or how close it had him to making a humiliating mess on the floor.

"Quiet boy, I'll tell you when you can speak," she told him, emphasizing her words with a squeeze on his trapped testicles. Chad promptly clamped his mouth shut and tried to think of anything else he could think of instead of her hands on his most intimate areas so he wouldn't be a bad boy cumming in front of her.

"Well that's enough of that, you can release the desk now boy and have a seat on the floor right there," she instructed him, pointing to a spot in a nearby patch of sunlight. Too afraid and too conditioned to respect authority he sat down wincing as his sensitive backside came to rest against the cold wood that barely soothed the heat in his inflamed buns.

"Not like that like this," she declared as she grabbed his ankles and moved his legs so that his knees were wide apart leaving his jerking shaft jutting up from his loins. Once she had him seated to her satisfaction she righted the chair that Chad had been masturbating in such a short time before and sat right down in front of him, his seated position leaving him pretty much eyes focused right on her own trouser-hidden loins.

"Here take this off," she demanded as she offered her foot to him, rubbing it against his chest until he realized what she was talking about and clumsily removed her shoe, revealing her footpad and the unadorned claws of her toes. Sitting the shoe off to the side she held up the other foot until he'd unshod it as well then wiggled her toes just inches from his eyes as she stretched, the sweaty musk from hours of running about the library wrinkling his nose from the smell.

"Now tell me what made you think it was okay for you to come up here and play with yourself young man," she chirred, relaxing into the role as she gazed down upon him, her right foot casually sliding up and down along his upthrust shaft while the left rubbed at his neck.

"I'm sorry Ms. Clarkson, really I am. I'd just heard from some guys that there were some special books in here and got curious," he confessed, a blush unrelated to his spanking creeping over his skin as his erection bounced about against the lapine librarian's foot. The other foot rubbing against his neck with the soft fur had him without thinking about it pressing back into it welcoming the bits of pleasure both feet were bringing to offset the painful heat of his well-spanked backside.

"Well now you're going to have to make it up to me," she replied as if it were a casual dressing down that one might expect to see any time, rather than the contradiction that it was instead. Splaying her toes apart she started stroking his shaft between one set of toes then the other, squeezing them around his erection to feel the way that hard masculine rod pulsed against her toes in time to the beat of his heart. Such a feeling of power enveloped her with the virile young man sitting submissively at her feet.

"From now on you'll be coming here every day until I instruct otherwise, ostensibly you'll tell anyone who might ask that you're volunteering here to help me out as I'm sure you don't want to tell anyone you're working off your punishment for being so lewd in my library," she continued, pausing her foot on his shaft to press it to his belly, footpad resting at the root and toeclaws digging into the skin. "When people are here you'll be properly dressed and doing routine chores like cleaning up the tables and putting books away, when they aren't you'll be naked and doing whatever you're told to do understand?"

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he replied, a little moan escaping him as she continued to tease him with her foot. The left meanwhile began rubbing down his chest leaving a trail of sweat and musk until both her feet were stroking at his shaft, with the rough left footpad moving across the head of his erection and the right stroking the sides between her toes once again.

Unaware how close she'd brought him in her unfamiliarity with such things the rabbit was suddenly surprised by the eruption of Chad's hot seed as it blasted against her footpad, soaking both her feet as it splashed off her footpad and toes. She could see the way his face was screwed up as his body tensed with his release, a soundless 'oh!' escaping him while she watched and felt him emptying his seed onto her feet.

"You nasty boy what do you think you're doing?!" she demanded, more out of reflex than anything else. She didn't really expect a reply either as she watched him chest heaving as he panted and his shaft soon stilled in the grip of her feet leaving them a mess of male release.

"I'm sorry Ms. Clarkson," he finally managed to say when he'd recovered, knowing he'd been a bad boy climaxing like he did even though she'd been teasing him sooooo badly with her feet he couldn't fault her for anything.

"Look at the mess you've made, well you're just going to have to clean it up," she stated matter-of-factly, right before she lifted her right foot up and held it to his face. "Get to cleaning boy, I don't want to see or feel a drop of any of your nasty boy seed when you're done."

Chad wasn't sure what she meant at first, until she pushed her musky foot right up against his lips. He tried to resist but a frown from the domineering lapine quickly took all thought of resistance from him and he hesitantly started licking at her toes. It was such an awful taste, more for tasting his own seed than her sweaty toes, since he thought of tasting his own seed much worse. Fear of disappointing Ms. Clarkson had him had him soon licking and suckling her toes in earnest in order to please her.

A strange feeling of satisfaction was creeping into him from doing what she asked, and without being bidden his hands came up to knead and massage at the upper part of her foot wanting to show what a good boy he was and how eager he was to satisfy her so future punishment would be light. His tongue swirled around and between her toes as he licked away seed and musky bunny sweat and all he could taste and smell was her. Looking up at her Chad was pleased to see that Ms. Clarkson was relaxing and seemed happy with his efforts so he redoubled his efforts to get the rest of his seed off of her footpad and clean away the day's sweat before lifting up the other foot so he could clean it too.

Oh but the boy's good, she thought to herself. She'd have never thought before today of doing any of the nasty things she'd been doing herself, but like a dam bursting after too long holding back the summer's rains her sensual side had washed over her in a torrent. The foot massage he was giving her was pure heaven and she drew a perverse joy in having him clean her feet as he was doing, especially seeing his own apparent eagerness to please her with the way he switched feet unbidden and continued to massage the one while he cleaned the second. The way his tongue worked into every nook and cranny between her toes and across her footpads left her so tingly she knew she'd be insisting on it often as part of his punishment.

"That's enough boy," she reluctantly declared after she realized from the slanting rays of the sun that he was no longer in the beam, meaning far more time than she'd thought had elapsed. She had a library to run after all! "Dry my feet off with your shirt and get my shoes back on, I've taken too much time away from my library duties to deal with you."

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," was his quick reply. His eagerness left her chuckling as she watched him dry her feet, making sure to dry between every toe before he carefully slipped her shoes back into place then remained sitting before her looking for his next instruction.

"Get up and get your clothes on young man while I supervise, then hurry home and tell your parents what I told you. I expect you here tomorrow an hour before opening if not I'll be telling your parents all about how naught you've been."

"Yes Ms. Clarkson, I'll be sure to tell them and be here in the morning," he quickly replied. No longer embarrassed at being seen by her he hopped up and grabbing up his remaining clothes proceeded to dress under her watchful eyes. He was still a little messy since he hadn't been able to clean up what had dripped onto himself but pulled his underwear on anyway. At least it wasn't enough to leak through and be obvious. Once he was dressed the luscious lapine stood and moved over to give Chad's backside a possessive squeeze.

"See that you are and remember to bring an extra set of clothes in case the others get dirty," she ordered before shooing him out ahead of her, enjoying the view as he headed out with a barely concealed giddiness as he found himself looking forward to tomorrow almost as much as the lapine did.