Nathan Silvers

Lash the librarian!

"Well, I guess that's all right, Mrs. Benson," Annabelle Jackson said hesitantly. She looked around the library as if somebody might overhear her. It was quiet, late Friday afternoon and there weren't many people around.

"Oh, call me Hilary, please," the woman on the other end of the phone cooed. "It's so good of you to do this for me. You've got the address? Good. Sexual Repression in the Nineteenth Century, I need it for a paper I'm doing."

"I'll get it for you," Annabelle said. "I can take it out on my ticket."

She put the phone down vaguely irritated. Hilary Benson was a woman in her early forties, Annabelle guessed, who had started coming into the library only a few weeks before and made a special point of being attentive to Annabelle. Hilary was a sophisticated woman, and Annabelle found her interesting and the attention irresistible.

So she wasn't sure why she should feel as she did when Hilary phoned and asked if she could possibly deliver a book to her after work. It was really against library policy, but there was no danger.

She turned to walk back to the counter and almost bumped into a tall young man.

"Sorry," she said and swung aside.

"No problem," he replied, and his eyes ran up and down Annabelle's body.

She blushed and hurried to the safety of her desk. No matter how many men stared at her and paid her compliments, Annabelle still blushed and hated it. Men were all the same, she had decided, they all wanted to get her into bed. It was true that she had wonderful, almost ash-blonde, hair falling to her shoulder blades.

It was also true that she had a soft, beautiful face and luscious figure with large round tits pressed out against the front of even the conservative, dark suits she wore to work. She looked up, saw the young man staring at her, blushed and stamped the book hard. She was saving herself for Mister Right, a tall, handsome man who would protect her from everything and always treat her with respect.

***

She found the house easily and was impressed, which almost removed the last of her irritation. It was large, stone built and in its own grounds. So Hilary hadn't been lying when she laughed about how her husband had made a killing in real estate.

Hilary opened the door almost as Annabelle rang the bell.

"Oh, how wonderful," she gushed, "do come in."

Annabelle was curious to see the house and didn't need much urging.

"Sit down, have a drink," Hilary said, waving at a stool against the large wooden table.

"Er, well thank you, but I don't drink often," Annabelle said, "and I must be getting along." She glanced around the room and wondered if she'd ever live like this. Of course she would, when her prince came along.

"Oh, you must stay to dinner," Hilary said, "my husband is dying to meet you, after what I've told him. Now, gin and tonic?"

"Er…" Annabelle said, but she was already sitting down at the table in a sort of a dream as Hilary poured her the drink. She watched Hilary, her assured movements, her grace as she paraded around. Annabelle wanted to look as good as she did when she was forty, for Hilary had a strong, handsome face, with a straight nose, clear brown eyes and high cheek bones. Her brown hair surrounded her face in a slightly ragged cut that complimented her perfectly, and even her casual skirt and while blouse seemed to increase the perfection of her figure.

The door opened and a young teenager came in.

"Ah, my daughter, Zoe," Hilary said. "Zoe, this is Annabelle."

"Hi," the girl said rather sulkily. She had something of her mother's beauty, though her eyes were darker and more sensual, and her mouth fuller, her red lips pouting with each move she made. For some reason she was dressed in a sexy little maid's outfit, with white apron, little white cap and a tight dress that showed her tits perfectly and had a hem that stopped well short of her knees. Below the skirt, black mesh stockings outlined a pair of curvaceous legs down to the high-heeled pumps she wore.

"I must explain," Hilary said to the rather startled Annabelle. "Zoe was naughty today, so she has to serve us all dinner as a punishment."

"Oh," Annabelle said, still ill at ease.

She could understand Zoe's sulkiness now as the girl got out the silverware and began to lay the table in the other room. Hilary urged her to talk on, but something was bothering Annabelle and she even made another attempt to leave, but it was brushed off by Hilary.

Then the front door opened and there was the sound of men's laughter. That made Annabelle even more nervous and she was scarlet with embarrassment as four of them came in. Three of them were in business suits. The first one was a tall man in his forties and Hilary went up to him and kissed him before she introduced him.

"All of you," she said, "this is Annabelle, our librarian. Annabelle this is Antony, my husband. This is Patrick, a business associate, and his friend, Kirby, and this is Lee, another business friend of Antony's."

Annabelle almost ran out of the room as the introductions were made. Not only was it terribly embarrassing, but she realized that Kirby was the young man she had almost bumped into in the library and who had stared at her. He grinned as he shook her hand, his casual jacket swinging open.

"Well," Hilary said, "dinner."

Annabelle didn't say much as the meal progressed, even though Hilary and Kirby tried their best to bring her out. Zoe served them all, still looking sulky and aggressive, but she didn't make any mistakes.

It was over the coffee that Annabelle got the shock.

"Now, clear the table, Zoe," Hilary said.

"No," Zoe said, "clear it your fuckin' self."

She flounced off into the kitchen.

"Come back here, Zoe," Hilary said, "or you know what will happen."

"Fuck off," Zoe said from the kitchen. "I had to serve, not clean up your crap."

"Antony," Hilary said, "she's not going to learn."

"I know," he said and swung to his feet. "Patrick, get the bar in."

Annabelle sat horrified as Antony went into the kitchen. She heard the sound of a slap and Zoe screamed once, before yelling and fighting at her father. It didn't last long. Very soon she was being hustled in by him, struggling, her maid's uniform already torn slightly at the neck, showing the top of her little white slip.

Annabelle wanted to sink into the carpet. She tried to move, but Lee and Kirby had moved their chairs closer and were blocking her way out. She stared at the table top, but had to look up as she heard Patrick coming back.

He was pushing a piece of apparatus with a padded metal bar across it at about waist height. But that wasn't what gave it its menace. There were straps and metal rings all over it, particularly around the base. It looked as if someone could be tied to it in almost any position that was wanted.

"Good," Hilary said. "Now, Patrick, would you like to administer the punishment?"

"Sure," he said and went back into the other room. Suddenly his grey business suit had terrible menace in it and Annabelle found herself trembling.

"I really must…" she started.

"Shut up, you're getting very boring," Hilary said.

Annabelle felt as if she was going to break into teats. She tried to get up, but suddenly Kirby and Lee had their hands on her arms.

"Sit down," Kirby said, "and watch. This is for you too, if you don't behave."

Annabelle broke out into a sweat. She had no real idea of what he meant, and she was in such a state of shock that she sat down, trembling from head to toe.

Patrick came back and Annabelle's horror got worse. He carried a metal-studded black collar with a long chain attached. In his other hand was a thin wooden rod, about four feet long and so thin it trembled as his hand moved.

Antony twisted Zoe's arms behind her back as Patrick got nearer. She kicked out at him, but he slipped the clumsy blow easily.

"Tut, tut," he said as he slid the collar around Zoe's neck. "You'll have to do a lot to make up for that."

"Fuck the lot of you!" Zoe spat.

"You will, baby, you will," Patrick said with a grin as he tightened the collar around Zoe's neck. He stuck two fingers under it and grinned at Zoe. "Want to make sure you can breathe."

"Fuck you, and your big cock," Zoe said. "You won't make me beg for it, you shitheap."

Her young eyes were alight with what Annabelle thought was fury and fear, but there was a terrible, deep longing in her voice that even the innocent librarian could hear.

Antony hustled Zoe forward, pushing her face down over the bar.

"Fuck off you cunts!" Zoe screamed, her legs locking. Her short dress rode up over her thighs, showing the tops of her stockings, revealing even more of her shapely legs in the black mesh.

Annabelle took a horrified glance around. Antony had taken the chain from Zoe's collar and was lashing it around the base of the apparatus, chaining his daughter down. At the same time, Patrick was lashing Zoe's leg to the support of the bar she was bent over. That was horrible enough, but nobody was doing anything to help the girl. Kirby and Lee were watching with big grins on their faces and Annabelle gulped and wanted to scream as she saw the massive bulge in the front of Kirby's pants.

Annabelle knew about men's cocks and what they could do to innocent girls. That one shameful time she had given in and let a man ram that thing into her pussy. She shuddered at the memory of the three or four frantic thrusts and the jerking cock as it spurted white goo inside her pussy. He said he wanted to marry her, but she threw him out and sobbed all night.

"That's good," Patrick said as he straightened up. He walked back to the table where he had laid the cane and picked it up. Tapping it in his hand he walked back to the struggling girl over the bar.

Zoe was helpless. Both her legs were bound to the sides of the apparatus, forcing her lovely young legs wide open. The leash on the collar pulled her head down hard, so that her waist was rammed tightly into the bar, thrusting her shapely ass-cheeks upward, the curves of the white flesh just hidden by the hem of the short dress. She yelled and cursed, her hands pulling at the leash, but she couldn't untie it.

"Oooh, I love this bit," Patrick said cheerfully, his face flushed under his fair hair. Very slowly he slid his hand up the backs of Zoe's legs.

"You shit, cut that out!" she yelled, her hands reaching for his, trying to push them away.

"Now, now," he chided, "you wouldn't want me to tie your arms too, would you? So be a good girl and put them down."

Annabelle didn't understand why this threat was so potent, but Zoe took her hands away and let Patrick do as he liked.

He slid the hem of the dress higher, up over the cheeks of Zoe's ass, revealing the creamy flesh and the black lines of her lacy suspender straps.

"Fuck you, get your filthy hands off me, shitheap!" Zoe yelled, her ass jerking around as his hands worked slowly over it.

"Really, your language," Patrick said. He ran his hands over Zoe's curving ass-cheeks, caressing her skin-tight and semi-transparent white panties. "I think I'll leave these on. It makes it more fun."

"Go fuck a donkey!" Zoe snarled, her assflesh trembling under his hand. Her dark pussymound was clearly visible through the crotch of the briefs and, over her pussy, there was already a damp spot, spreading slowly over the thin material.

"Please, please, let me go," Annabelle whispered to Kirby. "I don't like this, please."

"Don't be a fool." He grinned. "After all our work to get you here, you think we're gonna let you go?"

He turned and grinned at the horrified librarian.

"I got the hots for you the moment I saw you, and I'm gonna have you as much as I want. That's what Antony and Hilary do for their friends. Aren't they great?"

Horrified more deeply than she had ever thought possible, Annabelle dropped back in the chair and almost fainted. Then she struggled to get up, but Kirby and Lee held her quickly.

"If you move again, I'll tie you to the chair," Kirby said.

Annabelle dropped back, her chest heaving with despair. She lay there, trying desperately to think of a way out of this horror.

Patrick laid the cane across Zoe's tight asscheeks. She hissed at him and snarled, her luscious, pouting mouth twisted with hatred and passion.

Annabelle watched in desperation as the cane went up into the air and hovered there a moment. Then it swept down and landed right across Zoe's ass.

The sharp sound rang around the room. Zoe heaved against the bar, screaming, her hips jumping, her legs straining against the bonds.

"Fuck you, you jerk!" she yelled as a thin red line appeared on the white flesh that showed around her tiny white panties.

The cane lashed in again and Annabelle saw how it beat a line into the panties as it whipped Zoe's ass. Even through the briefs the red line of pain was visible, spreading as another hard blow lashed into the bound girl.

"You ready to clear the table?" Patrick asked.

"Aaaggbbh! Fuck off!" Zoe screamed, her body tossing on the bar, her ass jerking to a beat that went faster and harder with each lash of the cane.

"Good," Patrick said, whipping her again, laying the cane into Zoe's ass with harder strokes, beating lines of agony into her flesh under the tiny panties.

Annabelle watched in rising terror. She had fallen into a den of the worst sadists in the world and she couldn't think of a way out. Kirby and Lee were behind her, trapping her against the table, where she was forced to watch the awful punishment.

Then Annabelle saw something she didn't believe.

As she screamed and struggled, the cane lashing into her ass every second, Zoe let go of the chain and ran her hands desperately down her body. With a rising moan and scream of lust she slid her fingers into her panties, caressing her cunt, rubbing her pussy to the frantic beat of the cane. Her screams got deeper, more guttural as she struggled. Her ass beat upward as the cane came down, jerking in undisguised lust as it whipped her. And she wasn't screaming the same way either.

"Aaagggghhhh, yessss!" the bound girl screeched, her fingers blurring on her clit. "Whip me, fucker, whip me, make me come! Whip me! Hurt me, fucker, whip meeeee!"

Her body began to jump and heave faster than the whip landed, her fingers digging deep into her pussy.

"Yeahhhhh! Come on, do it! Do it, do iiittt!" With a sudden jerk she climaxed, her body thrashing against the bar as the cane lashed her red-lined ass, fraying her panties a little more with each stroke. "Yess, I'll clear the table! Ooohhhh, promise you'll fuck me, Patrick, promise, you know how I need it!"

She collapsed against the bar, gasping and sobbing, still shamelessly rubbing her pussy, Patrick stopped the cane. He put it on the chair and ran his hands over Zoe's whipped ass for a few moments, making her moan with new arousal. There was utter silence in the room as he untied the young girl. Zoe got up and immediately clung to Patrick, sliding her shapely thighs up his leg, moaning and pawing at him.