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The Strict Librarian Part 2

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

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

The early morning sun cast long beams and shadows across the floors in the Langston Public Library, the morning air cool and dry as Ms Clarkson its sole librarian padded towards the entrance. Conservatively dressed as she had been the day before the mature lapine found the young Chad Houston already waiting for her, a sack on the ground beside him as he nervously shifted about. While it didn't show outwardly she felt a pulse of anticipation course through her to find him there as she'd ordered the day before.

"Eager to get your punishment underway I see," she murred richly, startling the young human as he'd been so wrapped up in the anticipation and anxiety of what he thought might come he hadn't noticed her approach.

"Oh! Good morning Ms. Clarkson," he greeted her out of reflex, then blushed as the meaning of her words penetrated. "I, I just wanted to make sure I was on time so I wouldn't get into more trouble ma'am."

"Good boy, but don't expect that means you'll get off light today," she coolly noted while fishing the keys for the front entrance from her purse. Even though she was more than a foot shorter than the young human it was clear from his posture with his head held low and slouching down towards her that he was deferring to her. He also quickly fell in step behind her with his sack once she'd unlocked and opened the door to pad inside.

"I understand Ms. Clarkson," Chad replied as he followed her inside, trying not to stare at her shapely behind as it jiggled up and down slightly inside her gray pantsuit, the ebony spade of her fluffy tail twitching as she walked. He couldn't really stop himself though, not after being punished by the strict rabbit last night and cumming all over her feet like he had and having to clean it off afterwards. Naughty dreams and fantasies had followed him throughout the night and into the morning.

"First things first, put your sack there and repeat your instructions for working off your punishment so I don't tell your parents about your nasty behavior last night," she told him, finger pointing to a spot behind her desk as she took a seat. Crossing her legs she gazed up at him from her chair outwardly calm but inwardly rolling with anticipation as she pondered what she was going to do with the submissive young man.

"Uh, I'm supposed to report here every day to work off my bad behavior last night," he stuttered, trying to remember what all she said. "And uh do everything you tell me to do."

"And?" she asked pointedly when he wound down, foot tapping against the floor.

"And uh, I'm supposed to be naked whenever we're alone here," he said, blushing brightly.

"And are you naked?" she asked, purple eyes looking him up and down pointedly.

"No Ms. Clarkson," he whimpered.

"Then you'd better get started," she instructed him, strumming her claws on her knee, eyes locked onto him.

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he quickly replied, the embarrassment at stripping in front of her overridden by the need to earn her approval. He didn't want anymore paddling with that ruler like he got last night.

The shoes were the first to go, simply kicking them off towards his sack, followed by the jacket he'd worn to stave off the chill outside. His tan skin coming more into view as he stripped down to his plaid undershirt and then pulled it over his head and laid it aside as well. Looking up he saw Ms. Clarkson watching his every move as he revealed himself, leaving him embarrassingly hard as he unfastened his jeans and wriggled out of them, his hard shaft tenting the front of his plain cotton underwear.

"Looks like you're still a nasty boy aren't you Chad?" she asked, pink tongue brushing over her lips as she felt an unfamiliar dampness in her loins. Brought up to find that a terrible thing she nonetheless went with her pent up desires as she gazed unblinkingly at him.

"I'm sorry Ms. Clarkson, I can't help it sometimes," he whined, pants joining the rest of his clothes. Then fighting his embarrassment and reminding himself she'd already seen everything he had he quickly pushed his underwear down to the floor and stepped out of them and to be sure he was doing it right added his socks for good measure then stood shivering in the cold, the hard wood floor drawing the heat out of his feet.

"Obviously," she declared with a smirk. The sight of the naked young man standing before her filled her with a welcome warmth and her eyes had trouble not looking at the hard shaft that bobbed gently between his legs. "Come over here so I don't have to get up to inspect you boy," she murred, and snapped her fingers for good measure.

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he gasped out as he hastened to comply, stepping right up to her chair with his crotch right at eye level with the ebony lapine's bespeckled eyes. With him so close she didn't hesitate in reaching to take hold of his shaft and give it a possessive squeeze and pull him a few steps closer. There was something about having the virile young man in her control that satisfied urges she hadn't even known she had as she felt the beat of his lifeblood through that hard member. Remembering last night she was careful not to stroke too much along that length as she inspected with the pads of her fingers, then brushed them down to cup and squeeze his full-sized sack like she had last time.

"Clearly you need discipline, so you won't be thinking with these all the time," she commented in a husky murr, squeezing just hard enough he squirmed and whimpered from the pain but not so hard to really hurt the young man within her grasp. "Isn't that right boy? You need someone to see to it you use this properly don't you?"

"Y-yes Ms. Clarkson," he gasped out, excited in spite of the pain to have the attractive older female touching him as she was. Placing his hands behind him he held them back there so he wouldn't try and stop her and get in more trouble for not doing as he was told.

"Turn around so I can check out your backside now," she ordered once she released his sack causing him to sigh in relief, a smiling tugging at her lips at how quickly he moved to comply presenting that behind she'd worked so nicely with her ruler.

"Good, no bruises or anything," she noted as she ran her hands over his cheeks, kneading and caressing the still sensitive half-moons of his rump. Her claws occasionally raking over his cheeks as she toyed with them. "I want you to make sure you're well-showered and clean before you come over in the future understand? I expect only the best behavior from you," she told him while he faced away from her.

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he agreed, trying not to think about how all his intimate places were on display for the lapine. A little shiver ran up his spine when she traced a claw around his anus and had his tanned skin flushed with embarrassment as he couldn't keep it from winking at her. She kept his cheeks spread for several minutes as she toyed with it, occasionally sliding her claw in and out of the snug ring before she was satisfied.

"Oh yes before I forget one last thing to take care of," she said, before reaching for a large rubber stamp and after rolling it in the ink pad carefully stamped 'PROPERTY OF LANGSTON PUBLIC LIBRARY' on his right rumpcheek in bright red letters, complete with the address underneath. "There we go, just the right touch as part of your punishment. You're now property of the library while undergoing your punishment."

"Y-Yes Ms. Clarkson," he stammered out, blushing at the thought as he felt the ink drying on his backside. Now he'd have to avoid anything where he'd have to use a public shower like the beach in case someone would see and ask about the stamp so obviously placed on his rump.

"Well enough of this dillydallying, we need to get things ready before the library opens," she declared before pushing him away and standing up beside him. Giving his backside a quick swat she stepped around him and off into the more open area of the library. "Come along now you'll need to learn this as part of your regular duties when not being punished," she declared.

Chad quickly hastened after her, goose bumps standing out on his skin as the library was cool after passing through the night on the lower heat setting. His erection bobbed between his legs as she bustled through the library with practiced efficiency, not caring a whit that their travels occasionally took them past windows that would give anyone outside a chance to look in. There was no reason to expect anyone to be passing by so early and she enjoyed the power she felt in insisting he follow her everywhere including in front of those open windows. Occasionally she'd stop and have him bend over a table so she could reach between his legs and fondle him before giving his rump a swat and return to preparing the library for the day.

By the time she'd finished dealing with things; from starting up the lightning to turning up the heat and making sure the book carts were situated properly it was almost time to open up. Disappointing as it was to have to do so she led Chad back downstairs and instructed him to dress and gave him his orders for cleaning up after anyone who arrived and general dusting and book carrying duties that she would have assigned to any normal assistant.

She had to admit he was quite diligent about doing everything she instructed him to do, even crawling under the tables to look for and clean away rudely discarded gum and getting into the nooks and crannies that she simply wasn't attired for. None of the rest who'd come to help out the library showed such energy, she was sure of it. The day almost seemed to fly by with his help and she sometimes even forgot about his punishment, although not for long. At some instinctive level she could sense they were fulfilling a need the other had and soon had her thoughts skipping forward to when she could have him serving her again.

Chad was quicker to disrobe once the day ended than he'd been to start, having started removing his dirty clothes almost as soon as the doe had the door locked behind the last of their visitors. An amused chuckle slipped from her lips when she saw him standing there naked and as stiff as he'd been when they'd started the day.

"Good boy, you learn quickly," she praised him, motioning for him to bend down enough for her to pet him on the head affectionately. Gesturing for him to follow she padded back around her desk and seated herself in her chair once again then pointed to her feet. "Down boy, it's been a long sweaty day and you're going to give me another of those great foot massages like you did last night."

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he exclaimed, eagerly seating himself on the cold floor before her and accepting each foot in turn as she offered it to him. After last night the smell of her sweaty feet was something he found himself looking forward to as he set her shoes neatly to the side and drew her right foot to his chest and started kneading it gently with his fingertips.

"Oh yes! That's it! I don't know where you learned how to do that but you're great at it," she murred huskily, wriggling her toes in his grasp as he occasionally had to hold into her ankle so she wouldn't jerk her foot free. She was also astonished when he started licking her toes, tongue sliding over the sweat-damp and pungent fur as he licked the fur clean.

"Well aren't you a good boy," she declared, using her other foot to stroke his side lightly.

"I just want to make sure I'm making up for being such a nasty boy Ms. Clarkson," he gushed, eyes lowered too embarrassed to meet her gaze. Licking feet and toes was such a nasty thing, at least that's what he'd always heard and sometimes read in the books he sometimes found hidden in the house. But Ms. Clarkson had clearly liked it when he'd done so last night and he wanted her happy so suckled on her toes, washing each in turn with his tongue while she watched. It also didn't taste or smell so bad really; compared to the farm it was quite enjoyable.

"You're doing a fine job Chad," she murred, the sight of the handsome young man actually suckling on her toes and looking quite happy to do so increasing that damp feeling she'd felt earlier in the morning. Dropping her left foot back down she stepped on his erection once again, pressing it to his belly while the furry pads and toeclaws dug into it. "I think we'll have to make this a standard part of your end of the evening punishment," she added while she felt the hard throbbing of his shaft against her footpads.

"Yes Ms. Clarkson, whatever you want," he said around the last of her toes on that foot to clean, then almost lovingly licked away the sweat of the day all the way up to what would have passed for the heel on a person. "M-may I do the other now Ms. Clarkson?" he asked, squirming from the pressure and how it added to his growing arousal from of all things just cleaning her foot as he had.

"Since you asked so politely yes you may," she replied, casually shifting feet as she lifted the left one up right to his face, rubbing the sweaty toes beneath his nose and planted the right one possessively on his crotch once again, toes wrapped around the base this time with half on one side and half the other. Her toeclaws resting in the thatch of hair at the base as they lightly dented the skin. For some reason she just loved feeling that hard manhood resting beneath her foot and caught between her toes. Then again she found she was loving all of it with her submissive young man.

Chad seemed even more diligent with her left foot than he'd been with her right, seeming to want to drag things out as he started by kissing each toe in turn while her foot rested in his hands. He alternated between little licks and kisses while his massaging fingers moved from her toes all the way up along her leg as far as he could properly reach and back down again. Precum occasionally leaked from his shaft to dribble down the length of his shaft and onto her already cleaned foot, all while purple eyes watched on through octagonally-framed glasses. Remembering the previous night the lapine was careful not to stroke his shaft with her toes much as she felt like it, not wanting him to make a mess so soon into things.

"Okay boy that's enough," she finally declared, pulling her left foot from his grasp and planting it firmly against his chest. "Clean up this mess you made on the other one then get up here on my desk," she instructed, holding up her foot with the precum soaking into the fur.

"Right away Ms. Clarkson," he said, quickly complying with her instructions, licking up his precum without complaint before standing, the pins and needled assaulting him from having been seated on the floor for so long. He gamely fought past that though to settle onto her desk where she instructed, then squirmed as she pushed his legs wide apart leaving his throbbing shaft on full display to her heated gaze.

"Look at you, still hard and looking so eager to make a mess. Such a nasty boy you still are," she murred, claws lightly tracing over his erection as she brushed them teasingly along its length. Up and down they went, tracing along the bulge along the outward-facing side where everything came out, with her eyes just inches away drinking in every detail.

"I'm sorry Ms. Clarkson, I can't help it," he whimpered, as much from the teasing touch of her claws as from feeling embarrassed at thinking he was letting her down.

"Of course you can't, that's why you had this out and were playing with it in my library last night," she chided him, even as her left hand casually reached up to pull one of the long thick hair-rods from her bun. "So from now on you never touch yourself that way again, understand?" she asked, hair rod by this point now brushing along his erection while her right hand idly traced the band that rested below the head of his member, the only reminder of the foreskin he once had.

"N-never?!" he squeaked out.

"As a nasty boy if you want to be making messes you'll have to ask and maybe I'll do it for you," she informed him, while his shocked eyes watched as she touched the tip of the hair rod to his erection and slid it into his erection. "Do you understand? Or do I call up your parents and tell them the real reason you're having to work here?"

"I understand Ms. Clarkson, I have to ask you to do that because I was a nasty boy last night," he replied, squirming on the corner of her desk as she eased the rod slowly into his erection, right hand wrapped around his shaft with the fingerpads resting along that line feeling it bulge as the rod entered him. It wasn't so big as to hurt by it was just the oddest thing he'd ever felt but was too cowed by the rabbit to complain or ask what she was up to.

"Good boy. As long as you're a good boy and do as you're told we'll see about letting you have a mess or two a day," she murred, conversing as if it was all a normal everyday kind of conversation rather than one with a naked young man seated on her desk while over half her hair rod now disappeared down into his erection, filling it as far as it could safely go.

"Th-Thank you Ms. Clarkson," he whispered, clutching at the desk as she started sliding the rod in and out in gentle thrusts, marveling at how it felt against her fingerpads as they sensed it along its travels. There was no way to explain how that felt to him as she worked that rod in and out of him and her breath blew across his crotch she was so close to watch its movements.

"Tell me boy are you wanting to make a mess? Do you want to squirt like the nasty boy you are?" she asked, now moving her right hand up and down his shaft while squeezing it firmly while the left moved opposite it as it slid the rod in and out, in and out.

"Oh yes Ms. Clarkson may I please make a mess? Please?!" he begged, shivering as the more familiar sensations of being stroked acted on his already hyper-stimulated state to leave him panting and heart racing as precum tried to leak from his shaft only to have trouble working around that rod.

"Since you've been so obedient you may, but you'll have to clean it up," she murred, easing the rod out of his shaft and setting it aside, her grasp growing firmer as she squeezed at that throbbing manhood that now belonged to her. It was such an intoxicating feeling having such control, far beyond the power she felt being the one running the library, power over another for a change instead of over things.

"Oh yes Ms. Clarkson of course Ms. Clarkson!" he gasped out, the rabbit's firm grasp curling his toes with the pleasure it was causing him. Her hot gaze and approval were more than enough by this point to have him climaxing almost as soon as she gave him permission to. He gasped and moaned as she squeezed hard enough to stem the flow, keeping him from otherwise covering her face with his seed, instead it spurted up like lava from a volcano flowing down the sides. His cum covered her hands as she clutched at his shaft, milking it until every drop was left pooling either in the palm of her left hand or soaking into the fur of the right, with a few drops settling into his own crotch hair.

"My you had a lot didn't you? Just shows what a nasty boy you are," she stated with amusement, the musky odor of his seed filling her nostrils while she watched it covering her hands.

"Yes Ms. Clarkson," he panted out, chest heaving as he sat there sweating at this point, shaft still hard and jumping on occasion with the beat of his heart.

"Well you know what you have to do boy, down to the floor and start cleaning up," she commanded.

On shaky legs Chad slipped down to the floor without question, gazing up at the doe with adoration enough to make her glad he couldn't see the blush it brought to her before he started licking his seed from her hands. He took his time about it much as he had with her feet, cleaning each finger and in between before doing the backs and palms, with the pool of seed in her left hand for last. When he was done he simply kept suckling on a couple of her fingers waiting on her approval to stop.

"I think that's enough punishment for tonight young man," she murred, trying hard not to pant herself as she gazed down at his naked form. He'd even settled down with his knees apart so his softening shaft remained on display. Oh but he was such a handsome, naked young man!

"Yes Ms. Clarkson. Let me put your shoes back on Ms. Clarkson," he added, carefully fitting her shoes back onto her feet when she nodded her approval. When he was done with that he proceeded to dress for her, letting her see the stamp on his backside before pulling on his underwear. When he was done he came, knelt at her feet, and said:

"Thank you for punishing me and teaching me not to be a nasty boy Ms. Clarkson."

"You're welcome, now hurry on home I'm sure you have things you have to take care of," she said as she shooed him out the door.

As soon as he was gone the luscious lapine promptly dashed back behind her desk and unzipped her pantsuit enough to worm her hand into her plain black panties and cupped her damp mound with her right hand. She couldn't believe how hot and wet her furry folds felt against her palm.

She'd always been told how bad those feelings were but there was no way she could keep from indulging them now. The itch between her legs that needed scratching was beyond anything she'd ever felt before, one that had started the night before and finally reached its peak tonight. The lingering odor of Chad's seed in the air only served to remind her so pointedly of the time they'd had together, and the 'punishment' she'd dealt him.

Her hand moved up and down along her labia rapidly, the arousal she felt made all the more intense for having denied it for so many years. Instinct and what little she'd learned in spite of her parents efforts to keep her ignorant guided her as she masturbated in the quiet of the library, a brief smile touching her lips as she thought of the irony of disrespecting her own library playing with herself when she'd punished Chad for doing the same thing the night before.

It wasn't long before her middle fingers slid into her heated sex, those slick inner walls trying to clamp down on her fingers as they entered that virgin passage. Pressing inside they batted her clit around as they glided in and out, the fingers outside holding the labia between them as they stroked along the outside edges. Her panties grew wet and a small stain began to form on her pantsuit from the leaking juices as she panted loudly in the empty building.

Her left hand didn't know what to do and ended up clamping onto the edge of the desk as she mated herself passionately with her fingers, clit fully extended from its hiding place and sending sharp spikes of pleasure throughout her loins as her fingers raked over it. Eyes tightly closed she clung to the image of Chad's hard shaft as she held onto it, feeling it pulsing with his release, replaying that over and over again until she peaked with a cry that would have drawn everyone in range to see what was up if any had been about so late in the evening.

Lost in the shuddering throws of a climax she'd never experienced before she squirmed around in her seat, what others she'd had lost in the dim memories of youth when she was but an emerging pre-teen caught up in the feelings newly awakened hormones. Claws ripping away part of the desk she eventually collapsed into her chair panting and moaning softly, fingers still buried in her sex, those slick walls randomly gripping at her fingers as she recovered.

Almost unconscious from that climactic moment it was long minutes before she finally became away of things again, including the wood splinters under her claws. Blushing from lingering guilt left from her parents she slid her hand free from her panties and cleaned her fingers with some tissues nearby, then did her best to clean herself up down below before finally giving up. Embarrassed but satiated for the first time in her existence she tidied herself up as best she could and made a note that she should have a change of clothes with her in the future as well, and looked forward to when she could 'punish' Chad and play out more of her desires with him.