Our first submission for the Inaugural Erotic Storybook Saturday Theme Challenge is in! This wonderful piece sets the bar high! I highly recommend a visit to this writer’s blog to read more of his work. Making his Library debut and kicking off the challenge, please give a big round of applause to…
I saw it on the coffee table in my gyno’s waiting room.
It was half-covered, almost buried by other magazines, but the stern-looking lady on the cover caught my eye. She stared out authoritatively, dressed in a black school-gown and mortarboard. And in her hands, she was flexing a cane.
A copy of Cosmo, with a headmistress holding a cane on the cover.
I felt myself needing to know. I didn’t recognise her, perhaps there was some celebrity on the hidden side of the cover. Perhaps the cover story featured the celebrity talking about their schooldays, paying tribute to some strict school-teacher whose discipline helped steer a wayward child towards hard work, fame and fortune.
Except… the lady with the cane didn’t look like a singing or acting coach. In fact, she looked decidedly kinky. And dominant. Erotic even. She gave the camera an underlook that seemed to say: I’ve had quite enough of your misbehaviour, young lady, now bend over.
My imagination began to buzz with possibilities.
I looked around the room as casually as I could manage. Three other ladies shared the room, each a polite distance apart. I wondered if they’d seen what I’d seen. One was engrossed in her own glossy magazine. The other two were gazing aimlessly around the room, as if telepathically playing a game of Eye Spy. If I reached for the magazine, would they notice? Would I reveal my darkest secret? Would they exchange knowing glances? Look at her, the one with Cosmo, she gets turned on by bottoms being smacked.
Our next submission for the Back to School theme challenge comes from a returning author now with a new, reincarnated tumblr. If you remember the tumblr formerly known as adzzzzz, then you know you’re in for a treat. Making his triumphant return to the Library, please welcome back…
Photo: SHHHHH 2by *jenniqueimages
I enter and close the door to your office.
“Bend over your desk, hike your skirt above your waist and drop your panties. Quickly now, I haven’t got much time.” I say as I walk over to you.
You try to speak but I cover your mouth. “Hush, little one.”
I trace your pussy lips for a minute before forcing two fingers inside you. Your squeel muffled by my other hand. I fuck you with my fingers, slowly at first then faster and harder the wetter you get. You push back against my fingers and you moan into my hand. I pull out and toy with your clit.
“Step out of your panties and give them to me. Open your mouth. NOW!”
Without hesitation, you do as I tell you. I push your panties into your mouth and give your arse a hard slap. I get down on my knees behind you and begin licking your pussy. I tease your clit at first, slowly circling one way and then the other but I notice your legs begin to buckle so I stop. I lick your pussy lips and probe deep inside you.
“What a good girl you are, getting this wet so quickly. Are you ready to cum for me?”
Your affirmation stifled through your panties. I start finger fucking you again and lick your clit hard and fast. I can hear your muffled screams less hesitant, your body shakes and your legs sag. I lick faster and faster as your cunt grips my fingers hard and you moan loudly as you cum. I stand up and bend over you with my fingers still pumping.
“Same time tomorrow, don’t forget now.”
The challenge is on and many of those who have contributed to the Library collection in the past have advised me of their intentions to participate. Our next scintillating entry comes from such a returning writer. Please welcome back…
She was a timid girl. Sweet, smart but terribly shy. She managed enough courage to seek out a Domme and they had been meeting regularly since she turned 19. She adored the journeys Mistress took her on. She didn’t always like the tasks she was given but she did like the challenge they presented.
The summer of her Senior Year in college was coming to a close and she had had to cancel the last two meeting with her Domme so she could prepare to return to classes. Luckily, their agreement allotted her three punishment-free cancellations.
The Saturday before school resumed heralded a knock at the door. Puzzled, she opened it to reveal her Mistress, dressed conservatively in a loose black sundress, her hair piled in beguiling curls at her crown. On her shoulder, an enormous beach bag striped tan and black.
“Hello, my pet”, she offered by way of greeting. “Have you gotten everything you need for school?”
“Let me see.”
Curious, she almost looked up, before her self-censoring returned her gaze to Mistress’ boots, as she preferred.
Our first entry this week for the Back to School theme challenge comes from a returning author, well authors really. This married couple has a wonderful tumblr, and this story is sure to excite and delight their fans and followers. Please welcome back to the Library…
My home life had not been great – my parents were very severe in their enforcement of things that I know they thought were for my protection, but a 9:00pm curfew in the last year of high school was ridiculous. Although I had friends, I was never at parties, and I never got to hang out after school. I certainly was never allowed to date. When school ended for the year, the summer offered the “promise” of working at my father’s office, and going home to do chores. Any “fun” stuff involved the family, and I was almost never allowed to hang out with any friends. My parents said they were teaching me how to be successful. All they taught me was how not to raise my kids.
That is why I was so excited for university. Well, excited and very nervous. I had imagined the freedom that I would have, the opportunities, and the chance to just be normal. My parents had not been happy about me going away to university, especially one about a 7 hour drive from where we lived, but it was the best school for my studies, and there was nothing in our area, really, anyway. They would regularly check up on me, to be sure, but I still would have time to discover myself. I couldn’t wait. I always looked forward to the end of summer and going back to school, where, for at least a few hours, I had some semblance of a life. This was more than going back to school, though. This was escape. It was liberation. I had been suffocated in a home run by wardens rather than parents, but I was being paroled from that jailhouse, and I was going to finally be able to drink in the sweet taste of freedom.
My parents had driven me to the university and helped me into my dorm room (no coed dorm for me, of course!), and had insisted on meeting my roommate, wanting to be sure that it was not someone who might lead me astray. Fortunately, my roommate was a bookworm whose parents seemed as uneasy about their little darling being so far away as mine. The 2 sets of parents commiserated together while my roommate and I set about making our dorm room liveable.
After I was set up, we did a tour of the campus and I got the “be good” speech from my dad before they finally left. After we said our goodbyes (during which my mother sobbed embarrassingly loudly) I walked back to my dorm room in a daze, deliriously happy at the thought of the life that awaited me.
During that 3 minute walk, I ran through all the possibilities ahead of me. I was a serious student, and wanted to be sure my grades remained high, but I knew that I would have time to party with my fellow students, hopefully go on a date for the first time in my life, and just generally enjoy myself.
As I walked back into my dorm room, I noticed that my bookworm roommate wasn’t quite as sheltered as I had first thought. Gone was the nebbish appearance, the meek nature and the head down posture, replaced by well-worn jeans, a t-shirt, and a relaxed attitude.
Jane was relaxing on her bed, her white blouse and blue floor length skirt casually thrown next to it, reading “Exit to Eden”. She looked markedly different now. Her long brown hair had escaped its tight ponytail, and flowed over her pillow. Her eyes moved from her book to meet my gaze as I stared.
Our next entry for the Back to School challenge comes from another returning Library contributor. This is a steamy epic with (count them) eight(!) chapters. The first chapter is below, but you can read the series in its entirety here.
Please give it up for Ryan Black, also known as…
The last year of school had been a drag for Mayah, science in particular. Mr. Simpson, a grumpy old fart with little patience and a quick temper, had been making life hell for her. Most of her school life Mayah had enjoyed science right up until she got Mr. Simpson. Now she groaned in frustration whenever she thought about attending science class. Sometimes she wished the old goat would just keel over, have a fit, fall down a flight of stairs and break a leg, anything really just so long as she didn’t have to be taught by him.
Then halfway through the school year something did happen that would have caused Mayah to go prancing down the hallways singing at the top of her lungs if it weren’t so serious. Mr. Simpson had a heart attack three days before mid year break and would be retiring effective immediately. All students were informed when the next semester started they would have a new teacher. Mr. Black. The students of Mayah’s science class were a twitter with wondering questions and speculation, “I wonder what he’s going to be like?” “I bet he’s an old fart just like Simpson.” “God I hope not, I think I’d rather suffocate than get another Simpson.” Endlessly for three days that’s all Mayah heard in science class. When Rachael… a leggy blonde girl, you know the type, overdeveloped, popular and full of herself like the whole world was there to worship her, well at least most of the school anyway … turned and asked Mayah what she thought in a sneering way, Mayah just shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t really care either, because anything’s got to be better than Simpson.” To which most of the class laughed and agreed.
School holidays came and went, flying past as they do and all too soon Mayah was walking back through the gates of Savannah State Community College. This time though it was with a lighter heart because she knew that no matter what, Simpson wouldn’t be there.
Mayah was an independent girl, short for her nineteen years at 5’ 4 with a woman’s body, curved in all the right places, well proportioned and ripe. She had long chocolate brown hair that hung down to her waist when she wore it loose and warm honey brown eyes, a petite nose and full lips which she tended to purse when she was thinking about something. She wore glasses; she needed them for reading, though because her mother was an executive-type, her frames were always stylish and in-fashion. Currently she had those square-type glasses with the slightly thick frames that most of the office girls liked wearing. Strangely, though Mayah had an innate sense of fashion, she rarely shared it or put the effort forth for those around her and was just as comfortable in sweat pants or jeans and tennis shoes as she was in elegant designer labels.
She wasn’t the most popular girl in the school but neither was she unpopular, she had plenty of friends, but she’d never had a boyfriend to date. Oh she’d been asked make no mistake, but the boys in school just didn’t interest her. And she was confident enough in herself to know that it didn’t matter what others thought either, she didn’t need a boyfriend to make her feel better, or be a cheerleader or be top of the class, she was quite happy to sit back and relax and work her way through her work in pursuit of her degree.
Chemistry class rolled around and there was an air of anticipation buzzing around the students. They made their way into the classroom expecting to find the new teacher there waiting for them. Such was not the case. The room was empty. So the students wondered in and sat in their usual seats. About two minutes later the door was flung open and in walked … a god! All the girls in the class caught their collective breaths; Mayah would have laughed if she wasn’t guilty of doing the same. They all sat up just that little bit straighter…
Back to School!
Yes school is a place for learning literature, math, sciences and the arts, but it is also a place for learning how to set and keep priorities, and for honing decision making skills. Our first story this week is about a young lady with a tight budget facing a temptation. Making her Library debut, please welcome Katie, also known as…
Normally I like going shopping. I like meeting friends and laughing and joking at the back of the bus on the way into town. I like linking arms and bounding round my favourite clothes shops. I like floaty skirts; warm baggy jumpers; leggings and jewellery (although not necessarily all at the same time). I like shoes. Oh, shoes; I love shoes. I like going for lunch at McDonalds and flirting coyly with the cute boys from St Anthony’s at the next table. I like trying things on. I like choosing. Normally I like going shopping.
Today I am going shopping, although for once I am not looking forward to it. First of all I am by myself; no friends today. I am under strict instructions not to waste time and I have been forbidden from “hanging around with those awful girls”. I have been made to leave my mobile at home so that I will not be tempted to engineer chance meetings with them. Secondly, it is absolutely freezing; as I wait at the bus stop the wind tugs at my ears, wheedles its way under my scarf and whips at my legs. I try to tug my short denim skirt down a bit but really there is no point. On days like these I wish I was not kept in short skirts. At least I am allowed tights; next week I will be waiting for the bus in school uniform and my legs will be bare from mid thigh to ankle. If it is as cold as this they will be red raw.
A Headmaster’s Work is Never Done
Our next entry for the Back to School theme challenge comes from another new contributor. With a first person narrative about a Headmaster at work, please welcome…
As I’m Headmaster of the Academy you have been summond to my office to explain reports that you’ve been enticing the boys into doing your homework by showing them your knickers. However, you’ve denied this and lied about the others involvement…..
Naturally I’m not satisfied with your explanation and tell you to bend over my desk and fold your arms tight behind your back. With my cane I tap the inside of your thighs to make you spread your legs wide. Once satisfied, I lift your little skirt up to reveal your white knickers covering your behind. Placing my thumb and finger under each edge of your knickers I pull them together to reveal the cheeks of your ass, pulling the cotton tight over your mound in the process.
“Your behind is so perfect it would be a pity to mark it.” I tell you, “Are you willing to try and please me to avoid feeling my cane?” Nodding your agreement I explain what it is I want you to do.
Our latest entry this week comes from a returning Library contributor. This Aussie gentleman’s tumblr contains a growing collection of his personal works. I highly recommend a visit.
Stepping up to meet the Library Back to School challenge, please welcome back…
“What do you think you’re doing out of class?” His voice demands from down the hall.
Despite the interveaning years Ami still flinches, freezing like a statue mid stride.
“Sorry Ami, I didn’t mean to scare you.” A male voice says jovially as his steps echo along the lino floor, sounding his approach.
Ami closes her eyes, taking a second to compose herself, taking hold of her breathing and her heart that feels like it trying to escaped her chest before lowering her heel clad foot to the floor.
“That wasn’t nice Mr. Ross,” Ami admonished, flicking her finger back and forth in the air.
In a pantomime of his movements from the many times he’d caught her out in senior year.
“I guess old habits die hard, but please call me Liam,” he responds grinning. “Do you remember how many times I caught you out of class?”
“Too many?” Ami offers.
“Something like that,” he responds laughing.
“But it hasn’t slowed you down at all. If I may say, you look fantastic Ami.”
“Well if that’s the case then yes, you may say,” Ami replies grinning, shifting under his gaze.
“Your school uniform still fits, barely,” he quips, raising an eyebrow and shifting his gaze, down over the buttons straining to hold her breasts, down over the tartan skirt she recently re-hemmed shorter, down over her tanned thighs to her knee high white socks, finishing at the six inch black heels standing in for sensible school shoes.
Our first audio entry for the Back to School theme challenge comes from an (Aussie?) gal who prefers to remain nameless. She is a follower of…
A little vignette, read by a certain follower who has requested anonymity.
I’m not sure who wrote the story itself, but it was submitted by…
A Very Good Girl
She was a very good girl.
Or so, at least, she believed; trustworthy, faithful, obedient.
“You will not be fucked,” he had said, right at the beginning, “until you are willing, and above all ready, to receive my tokens of ownership. No part of me will enter you, nor will anyone else.”
She had spent the summer learning new things – ‘summer school’ is what her Owner called it – in a cabin away from town.
He had painstakingly deconstructed her, taken all of her doubts away. He had listened to her woes, they had worked together to address them, and she was free of many of the doubts and secrets which had burdened her so during the previous year.
He had painstakingly taught her new things, skills across the board: she could now ride a bike, tie a number of different kinds of knot, sail a boat, drive a manual transmission. Her Spanish was nearly fluent, her German was making progress.
There were other skills, of course. Skills which her mother need not know about. She learned how to service herself, make herself climax – something she had not known how to do until she had been claimed. She even knew how her owner liked to be serviced, though she was not yet permitted to do so. She had been required to watch as one of her owner’s friends serviced him with her mouth, her hands, her cunt, her ass, her whole body. She had been required to swallow the pangs of jealousy just as her owner’s friend swallowed his seed.
During those times she would kneel nearby, watching, yearning for the day when she would be permitted to serve in his friend’s stead.
She had learned to service his friend, too, with her mouth and her hands; how to make a woman sigh and writhe, how to receive her pleasure. This she was permitted to do in person. But her owner’s seed was not yet hers. She was grateful that he was taking his time.
She was being taught to love her body because it was beautiful; and he was showing her how. She spent a lot of time naked, at his feet. She had grown to feel that she belonged there; it was safe.
As the summer’s long days rolled on he taught her other things (sometimes she was a little unnerved that he was learning next to nothing from her; it was as though she was his canvas and nothing more). He taught her cunt to drip with a simple verbal command; also to drop instinctively to her knees and arch her back to present her ass (which to her chagrin worked sufficiently well that a perfect stranger in an ice cream parlour nearly caused an embarrassing incident).
When it was time for her to prepare to return to university, he had her kneel in his study.
“After you graduate, you’ll belong to me,” he said, “provided, of course, that you accept my tokens.”
“What are the tokens, Sir?” She asked, but he just smiled.
“You will find out if you accept them. I want you to crave what the tokens mean, and not what they are. Do you understand?”
One week before she departed for university, he locked her cunt away into a steel belt.
“No more touching until you graduate,” he said. “I will send my friend to see to your needs each month. But you will not have a key.”
“Thank you, Sir,” She said. And she never felt it more.
On the morning of her departure, he asked her to enter his study again. Instinctively she knelt before him.
“I wish to give you a gift, before you go.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said.
He said the words that made her cunt wet, pulled his cock from his trousers, and permitted her to receive his seed upon her face. She cried in her gratitude.
“Now off you go back to school,” he said, “and make me proud.”
Just getting in ahead of the closing bell for theme challenge entries is a frequent contributor to the Library. In his words, “Like all of my homework, I finished it moments before the deadline.”
Please welcome back…
Somewhere in the distance a bell was ringing.
“Damn, class already” Kelly thought to herself.
She was currently in a quiet corner of the library and needed to be in the building next door.
“Better finish this quickly and get going” she thought
Reaching out she slid her hand under the Football captains balls and slid a finger into his arse at the same time as sucking even harder on his cock. His eyes widened in surprise and he came instantly, filling her mouth with the familiar taste of semen. It was a trick she’d learnt some time ago and always seemed to help finish guys who were taking too long to climax. She savoured the taste for a moment before swallowing it then stood.
Kelly turned and left without saying anything, she knew he wouldn’t hear it at the moment and he’d find her again later, besides, she had to get to her lecture. She was wearing a short summer dress and no underwear. She rarely bothered with bras as her breasts weren’t massive and frequently went without panties. There seemed little point since they were perpetually damp and she was forever taking them off anyway.
She made it to class with seconds to spare and had no choice of seat. The only space left was half way up the lecture theatre, right in the middle of the room which placed her at head height for her Professor. She’d have to remember to keep her legs firmly closed today.