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Libraries, the ultimate home of eroticism. The stimulating nature of books – not just of their tales, but in the scents and sounds, not to mention that ‘having to keep quiet’ quotient that allows for so much fun.

This collection of erotic tales (three formerly released as individual stories and one new tale) all involve that sexiest of all places. Join Britta as she’s punished for having a little too much fun at work. Watch as Margaret and Professor Broddington use a room in the university library for their private dalliances. Join Camilia as she fights an unwinnable fight against a vampire who insists she surrender to him. And follow along with Taci as she discovers the hidden delights of LinconStone Manor.

After these stories, you just may look at libraries in a different light. Four libraries. Four erotic tales. Which library would you prefer?

Grabbing a tiny stool, she wandered to the end of the last stack and sat down. With her one piece, she unbuttoned the top two buttons which allowed her enough room to pull her arm through the short sleeve and push it down her body underneath her clothing. Even if on the off chance someone came up, they would have to get really close to know what she was doing. While normally she would tease herself, she did not have time. She pushed her hand under her panties. Her body was so ready that her lips were already swollen and her clit jutted out begging to be touched. With a combination of a sigh and a moan, she quickly rubbed back and forth over her sensitive nub.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.”

Freezing, she glanced quickly to the left, horrified to spot the man from earlier watching her, his bright eyes darkened and brooding as he focused on where her hand was. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Taking a step forward he bent over and whispered, “Fingering yourself in the library is naughty enough, but to do it while working? Tsk. Tsk.”

Blushing furiously, she dropped her eyes to the floor. She wanted to pull her arm up and out and run, but she couldn’t seem to move.

His hand drifted lazily toward her until his index finger drifted to the opening at the top of her outfit. “Naughty girls need punished.”

His word were slow, hypnotic, but they pulled at her in a way she could never understand. Her fantasy came before her eyes and she wondered if this was real or if she was just having a really good dream. “Don’t you think so? You are being a very naughty girl.” At his words, he pushed his hand under her top and over her bra, kneading her right breast. He leaned in further until his lips were directly at her ear. “Answer me. Do you need to be punished?”

“Yes,” she gasped, surprised she had made a sound at all.

A low chuckle escaped his lips sending shivers up her spine. “Do not remove your hand from where it is. Stand up and follow me. I will make sure you receive the punishment you deserve, girl.” Pulling his hand from her shirt, he stood up and strolled away. For a stunned second she did not move… until he called, “If you aren’t here in ten seconds, it will just be three times as bad.”

Squeaking with excitement and trepidation, she stood up. With her fingers between her legs, she could not walk right, so instead waddled after him. He was standing at one of the doors to the private rooms with an amused smile on his face. “In,” he said, shoving her into one of the rooms.

She had been in these rooms many times, but never like this. Never with any threat of punishment. And how would he punish her? Would someone see? Turning around to look at the door, she saw there was now a piece of cardboard over the glass. He caught her glance and coughed, drawing her attention back to him. “I will only give my directions once. If I have to repeat them, your punishment will be more intense, do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Aloud please.”

“Yes, sir.”

His eyebrows went up for a moment before a pleased look came into his eyes. “Good girl.”

A feeling she had never felt before rushed through her body at those words. It felt like warm silk slithering along her veins. It was so pleasurable that it made her want to do whatever she could to hear it again.

“Now, you’re to keep your right hand exactly where it is. Use your left hand to undo the rest of the buttons and remove your clothes. Remove everything now.”

Everything? His eyebrows drew together and he stood up straight, looking even more imposing. Oh, everything. Bending over, she removed her sandals and then started to release the rest of the buttons. With one hand it was not easy. Plus, her clit was starting to throb ceaselessly. Without thinking about it, she rubbed over the throbbing nub as she pulled the clothes off her arm.

“Halt.”

Freezing, she looked up in surprise.

“I did not say to touch yourself. Remove your clothes without pleasuring yourself, my dear.”

“Oh.” Blushing because she did not want to displease him, she kept her right hand still as she pushed and pulled her shorts suit and panties off. Once she stepped out of them, she laid them over a chair.

“Legs shoulder width apart,” he commanded. Closing her eyes at how embarrassing it was and yet also excited, she stretched out a little. “Open your eyes and keep them on me, no matter what.”

Opening her eyes, she watched as he pulled a chair in front of her and sat down. Leaning forward, he shook his head. “No.” Before she could ask what was wrong, he stood up and left the room, leaving the door wide open. What was she to do? She was naked in the library! If someone saw her she would be in such trouble. Before she could panic too much, he returned with the stool she had been sitting on. After closing the door and moving his former chair, he placed the stool down and sat on it. Now, his eyes were even with her pussy. “Better.”

His eyes moved up to hers. “Again, you will do as I say. Understand, girl?”

“Yes, sir,” she said quickly, just wanting something to happen. She was jittery and turned on. Juice from her cunt was running down one leg and knowing he could see it turned her on even more.

“Good.” His eyes turned back to her pussy. “I want you to rub the hood of your clit, but do not touch the clit itself. Now,” he said in a stern voice when she did not start right away.

Biting her lip and shocked at how excited she was to do this, she let her finger rub just the sides and top of her clit, moaning at the pleasure that tingled in her feet whenever she touched just the hood. Watching him watch her had to be the most exciting thing she had ever done and she wanted to give him a good show. She had never done pleasured herself in front of a man before, though, and did not know how. She was afraid if she tried to look sexy with her slightly overweight body that he might get disgusted and leave. When he pulled another chair over and patted it, she paused confused.

“Place your foot up here so I can see better.”

A large grin spread across her face as she did so. The angle opened up her lips and from the way his eyes fastened on her, must have given him quite the view.

Thianna D is an author of erotica and erotic romance, many of her books either domestic discipline or BDSM in nature. She loves to write about the emotional aspects of these kinds of relationships. And when she’s writing, libraries often come to mind.