The Librarian’s Lesson
In the veil of Halloween, where costumes take flight,
A naughty librarian awaited the night.
With glasses perched delicately upon her nose,
She donned a tight skirt, the kind that seduces and shows.
Her dominant, the professor, wise and refined,
In a tailored suit, with a glint in his mind.
He called for his research, with a voice deep and low,
But the librarian faltered, her focus lost in the glow.
Bound to the chair, in a teasing embrace,
The professor advanced with a smirk on his face.
“Discipline is needed,” he said with a grin,
As he warmed up his palm, preparing to begin.
With each bare-handed smack, a delightful sting,
The librarian gasped, feeling the thrill that it brings.
Her skin flushed crimson, the pleasure mixed with pain,
As he explored her body, like a sweet, guilty refrain.
He caressed her soft curves, his fingers danced and played,
Pinching and teasing, in a rhythm that swayed.
Each impact echoed, amplifying the fire,
Driving her closer to the edge of desire.
“Please, Professor, forgive me,” she cried in sweet bliss,
The mix of pain and pleasure was an intoxicating kiss.
Her breath quickened, the urgency rose,
In the heat of the moment, her yearning exposed.
“Beg for release,” he commanded with might,
As he traced her body, igniting the night.
She writhed in her bindings, caught in the thrall,
A blend of torment and ecstasy, consuming it all.
“Let me come, please,” she begged, a sweet plea,
As the professor continued, relentless and free.
With every stroke, he brought her to the brink,
In the thrill of space, she began to sink.
In the dim glow of candles, the professor took heed,
From his pocket, clothespins emerged, fulfilling her need.
The sight of the small wooden pinchers made her sass,
“Is that all you’ve got? I dare you, make this last!”
Her playful defiance sparked a fire in his gaze,
He smirked, “Naughty tongue of yours deserves to be tamed.”
“Make me mind my tongue,” she teased, eyes shining bright,
His voice turned low and steady, promising delight.
“Since you insist, we shall address your mouthiness now,”
He commanded, “Hold out your tongue,” with a knowing brow.
Clothespins clamped snugly, a playful yet firm bind,
Her mouth open wide, drool pooling, unconfined.
With each rhythmic spanking, her senses ignited,
Soft tugs on her nipples, the pleasure so heightened.
Deep explorations coursed through her, potent and raw,
While her ass burned bright red, fiery, from his sweet paw.
Straining to speak, her tongue a captive of wood,
Yet all thoughts of pain faded; desire understood.
The wooden grip tightened, her body a plea,
Each pull and each spank, igniting her need.
The professor paused, assessing her state,
“Do you want to cum?” he asked, patient, sedate.
No words escaped her lips, yet her eyes brightly shone,
A nod confirmed her longing, a deep, aching moan.
In the silence, desire electrified the air,
The anticipation built, a moment so rare.
With one final look, he prepared to relent,
In the depths of submission, her heart fully bent.
“Very well, my sweet,” he murmured with glee,
“I’ll give you release, but only on my decree.”
With a swift, practiced motion, he resumed the play,
Unleashing the pleasure, come what may.
In the heat of the night, the professor continued command,
Deciding to use her sassy tongue, unplanned.
With a firm grip on the back of her head,
He pushed his pulsating cock, leaving her breathless instead.
Not with the sweetness of lovers in bliss,
But with a rough firmness, a dominating hiss.
Her mouth open wide, drool dripping free,
Gags and gasps filled the air, a primal decree.
His cock muzzled her words, yet in her gaze,
He saw devotion and joy, through the hazy maze.
Her friends would be aghast at the sight of her bliss,
Choking on his cock, the way they regale a kiss.
Releasing her hair, he granted her air,
His cock slick with drool, a testament laid bare.
Her eyes begged for more, but he held his ground,
Moving behind her, a professor unbound.
He longed to penetrate, to claim her whole,
With a powerful thrust, he filled her soul.
Her frame pressed against ropes, her body entwined,
While her mind soared high, leaving reason behind.
The professor quickened, like a pilot in flight,
As she made garbled sounds, a chorus of delight.
“Please…may…I…cuuuuuuum,” the words barely came,
Spurring him onward, igniting the flame.
With a wicked smack on her adorable ass,
“Let go,” he commanded, “release it at last.”
The librarian’s world faded, a fevered dream spun,
Her body shook wildly, surrendering, undone.
As the waves of pleasure crashed over her mind,
She floated in ecstasy, leaving the world blind.
When at last she awoke from her heavenly state,
Free of her bindings, held close, feeling fate.
The professor had kept her safe through the ride,
As she trembled and shivered, with him by her side.
“I am sorry, sir, you didn’t…” she began,
But he silenced her softly, a wise, knowing man.
“Tonight, my dear, it is my tricks to employ,
And you, my sweet librarian, are my ultimate joy.
It is my choice to give and not take for myself,
But perhaps this weekend, you will find your sass on the shelf.
Then I can teach you a lesson, you will learn it so well,
With my cum on your tongue, a sweet tale to tell.”
As she lay in his arms, warmth wrapped her tight,
Dreams filled with wonder, through the shadows of night.
With thoughts of his presence, she smiled in her sleep,
Knowing that in his care, her secrets he would keep.
Halloween’s magic lingered, a delicious refrain,
In the afterglow of passion, only pleasure remained.