Being quiet in the library is even more difficult when Sasha gets her first spanking in the stacks.

“I’ll owe you,” I assured Anthony.

“What will you owe me?”

I batted my lashes and pursed my lips, playing the coquette.

“Oh,” he said, and he leaned down to kiss me. “You’ll owe me.”

I knew Anthony would do anything for me. We’d been dating exclusively since meeting at college orientation in freshman year. His red hair was a beacon that drew me to him. He said he’d noticed my smile from across the room. We went from coffee, to a first date, to fucking in the back of his pickup truck in less than twelve hours. Three years in, our passion is as strong as ever.

“I know I’m asking for a huge favor,” I said, and I drew out the word huge. For emphasis, I put my hand on his trousers and cupped his dick through the fabric. “I mean,” I continued, “enormous. I will owe you in the biggest way you can possibly imagine.” My tone promised him a blowjob. My eyes promised him a blowjob.

Anthony grinned and dangled a set of keys in front of me.

My research paper was due tomorrow. I wasn’t exactly flailing, but I was close. Anthony works at the library — and I was asking him to let me stay after hours. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. I simply had to get the work done, and my apartment wasn’t conducive to studying. My roommates had already finished their finals and were throwing a progressive party — a different drink served in each room of our flat. My bedroom had been scheduled for margaritas. Margaritas were not going to help me get my work done.

Anthony didn’t deny me. He described the different locks, explained the alarm system, and left me alone. At first, the silence was a little eerie. I couldn’t remember ever being in a location that quiet — not since my one appointment in a spa sensory-deprivation center. For the past three years, I’d been surrounded by noise and chaos so often that finding a study spot this deserted was almost too perfect to comprehend. I breathed in the seductive smell of books. I did a quick tour of the aisles. Then I found a table, grabbed the materials I needed, and I went to work.

If I’d opened a dictionary to find a word to describe the moment, it would have been “blissful.” This was what studying should always be like, I thought. Yes, I could have worked at the library during regular hours, but I would have been surrounded by other students. There would be so many things vying for my attention. This was different. This was heaven.

I spent hours polishing the paper. I didn’t look up at the clock or check my phone or dither around at all. I simply typed away on my laptop, consulting my references when I needed to, until I was happy with the results. The words flowed in the meditative atmosphere. Finally, I finished writing and closed my computer. That’s when I heard a noise. I’d thought I was completely alone in the building. Anthony had told me how to go out the back, had given me the keys to lock up. Who was there? Was it some security guard Anthony had forgotten to warn me about? Did the library have a ghost?

“Hello?” I called out tentatively. My heart raced until I saw my boyfriend’s striking red hair. He’d come to check on me.

“It’s two a.m., Sasha,” he said. “Time to call it quits.”

I smiled at him. At this hour, I’d have thought he’d be in his boxers fast asleep. Instead, he had on his chinos and a blue shirt, and he looked as professional as he did when he was on duty at the library desk. “I just finished,” I told him proudly, indicating the closed laptop, the stack of notes.

“Then we can get started,” he said.

I looked at him curiously.

“You said you’d owe me.”

I’d meant it, too. But I hadn’t realized he was going to expect payment so soon — or even that he’d want me to perform on location.

“What were you thinking of?” I asked him, and I licked my lips in anticipation. Giving Anthony a blowjob in the empty library was something I found seriously arousing. Or maybe he’d bend me over the polished surface of the wood table I’d been working at and fuck me next to my laptop. Anthony, however, had other ideas.

“Let’s talk about the fact that you waited until the last possible minute to get the paper done.”

I was surprised by his stern tone of voice. Anthony knows that I work hard. However, I’d taken too many classes this semester, and I hadn’t managed my time as wisely as I could have. I was more surprised when he grabbed my hands and pulled me to standing. “This way,” he said.

I followed him through the empty library.

He led me to a corner of the big room, where a chair had been set. There was no reason for that chair to be there. While I watched, Anthony sat down and patted his lap. I started to sit down, to perch on his knees like a doll. He shook his head and pushed me off. Then I got it. I was shocked. He wanted me to bend myself over his lap! He was going to spank me!

“Anthony.” My voice wavered. I didn’t know what to say, what to do, where to look.

“I didn’t want to scold you earlier,” he said, “because I understood you needed to keep your mind focused on the paper. Now that you’ve completed the assignment, I think you need a little spanking to get yourself back on track.”

The library was so wickedly silent I thought I could hear the beating of my own heart. I opened my mouth to say something, but then shut it without uttering a word. What could I say? Anthony patted his lap again. I felt lightheaded with desire.

The truth is that Anthony and I had talked about spanking before. We’d watched a movie together in which the boss spanked the secretary. We’d both been extremely aroused by the story, and we’d fucked like maniacs afterward. Every once in awhile since then, Anthony had lightly smacked my butt when we’d made love. Especially, when we did it doggy-style. But something had kept us from trying out kink in a serious fashion. The main thing that had stopped us was the fact that we both lived with roommates. I shared a flat with three women. He had an apartment off-campus with two male grad students. Imagining any of our roommates listening in had put a damper on the whole situation.

Now, we were alone. We had the spacious library to ourselves. And unlike a normal library situation, we didn’t have to be quiet.

“So Sasha,” Anthony said, “do you agree? Do you need a lesson about finishing your work on time?”

I nodded and bit my lip. I felt excited and meek at the same time, humbled and excited. I wanted what he was suggesting. I wanted to climb over his lap and have him spank me on my yoga pants. I wanted to feel his firm hand through the pants. Then I wanted him to slide those pants down.

“Speak up,” Anthony said, sounding intense and commanding. “Do you think you deserve a spanking?”

My pussy was so wet that all I wanted to do was grab his hand and shove it down my pants so he could feel for himself. But that wouldn’t have been the most ladylike move. Instead, I nodded like a maniac, and then I said, “Yes, yes, Anthony, I do.”

“Then bend yourself over my lap and take your punishment.”

I practically tripped over myself to get into the proper position. Anthony let me drape my body over his knees. Then he adjusted me so that I was exactly how he wanted me. Oh, it was going to happen! He was going to spank my bottom! I sucked in my breath. I did my best to hold myself totally still. I mentally prepared myself for the experience of the very first spank. And then there was nothing. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t issue a command. I stared at the forest-green carpet. I looked at the wooden legs of the chair. I thought of the movie we’d watched. Finally, Anthony rested one of his big hands against my ass. I arched back against him, and he laughed. He actually had the audacity to laugh at me!

I started to stand then. If he was going to make fun of me, then I wasn’t going to do this at all … and that’s when he pushed me back into place and landed the first blow. He might as well have turned a faucet on inside me. I felt my pussy gush in response. I had fantasized about being spanked, but I’d had no idea what a spanking would actually feel like. Reality was far more spectacular than any fantasy I’d ever nurtured.

While I was thinking all of that, Anthony must have been processing similar emotions because he spanked me a second time, then a third, and I felt his cock growing harder beneath me.

“Only bad girls wait until the last minute to do their work,” Anthony said, punctuating the words with his hands on my butt. “Good girls do their work early,” he continued.

I knew better than to say anything, but my thoughts were rebellious. Maybe good girls did do their work on time, but if bad girls got spanked, I was signing up for a whole future of being a bad girl. This was already the best sex I’d ever enjoyed, and we hadn’t fucked yet.

Anthony toasted my bottom for me, smacking his hand against my pants over and over as he chided me for leaving my paper to complete until hours before I had to turn it in. Then he said something that made my cheeks flush with heat. He said, “I think this really calls for a pants-down punishment. Do you agree?” Since we’d never done this before, I appreciated the fact that he was checking in with me to make sure we were on the same page. However, my “oh, yes” sounded less contrite than I might have hoped. In fact, I practically sounded as if I were coming. I swallowed hard and tried again. “Yes, Anthony,” I said, doing my best to slide into the role of a properly chastised coed. “Yes, I agree.”

This was getting good. I held my breath while Anthony lowered my yoga pants, revealing the fact that I was wearing only a thong beneath. Had I known a spanking was in my future, I might have chosen a less sexy pair of underwear. As it was, Anthony sucked in his breath in mock chagrin. “What are these?” he asked, plucking at the floss so that the lace rubbed against me in the most debauched way.

I wasn’t sure what sort of a response he expected. They were my underwear; we both knew that. In fact, I was fairly sure Anthony had bought me the lingerie set the previous Valentine’s Day.

“These are some seriously slutty panties,” he continued, tugging at the waistband so that the line of lace rubbed deliciously against my asshole.

“Those are my studying panties,” I mumbled. I heard the slightly flippant sound in my voice and instantly regretted saying the words in such a sassy fashion. Or maybe not instantly. Maybe it took the sound of Anthony clearing his throat and then readjusting me so that my bottom was really lifted on his lap to make me realize my tone displeased him. He delivered a flurry of blows that stung me to my core. He hit the left cheek, then the right cheek, then the left again. With my pants down now, he was warming my ass with his palm on my bare skin. The difference was, in a word, striking. I cried out, and then stifled the sounds against the inside of one of my arms. What if someone heard? What if someone found us?

Then I remembered. It was two a.m. and we were in the library alone. Anthony seemed to be realizing the same thing, because he said, “This is the one time you don’t have to be quiet among the stacks.” I found that to be a relief, because he continued to spank me in a steady rhythm, his hand connecting with my hindquarters in such fast rhythm that I could hardly process one spank before the next one landed. The sound of skin on skin was as much of a turn-on as the action. I closed my eyes and let myself absorb all the different sensations. There was pain when his palm met my skin, but that sting almost immediately dissipated, becoming an extremely pleasing warmth that seemed to radiate not only outward, but inward.

Only when my ass felt as if it was on fire did Anthony pause and rub my smarting cheeks with one of his palms. I mewled under the caress. I wanted his hand somewhere else. In fact, I wanted his cock somewhere else. The spanking had me near desperate for him to fuck me. Luckily for me, Anthony appeared to be exactly as desperate as I was.

He nudged me off his lap and then positioned me how he wanted me. I found myself holding on to one of the library shelves, staring at the spines in front of my eyes. Anthony had decided to punish me in the fiction section. Wouldn’t you know that this library would have copies of classic erotica? I stared at the spine of The Story of O, as Anthony undid the buckle of his belt and opened his pants. He pulled my thong to the side, and then his fingertips danced lusciously over my pussy lips. I groaned and lowered my chin to my chest.

“Look who got all turned on by being spanked,” he said when he felt my wetness for the first time.

I was embarrassed; my cheeks flushed as hot as my rear end felt.

Anthony’s knowledgeable fingers stroked and primed me. My pussy was already sopping, but he didn’t skimp on the foreplay. He tickled my clit and stimulated my lips until I was teetering on the verge of orgasm.

Then he carefully lined up his cock with my wet hole.

“I think being so turned on by a spanking may lead to you getting another punishment,” Anthony teased. I was glad he was behind me so he couldn’t see my expression. I’m sure my face would have revealed how aroused I was by that dirty idea.

Anthony pushed the head of his cock into me. I loved the way he felt inside me. My pussy tightened on his firm pole. He held on to my hips and began to thrust into me, slowly at first, but quickly building into a steady rhythm. I kept my hands on the shelf in front of me until Anthony said, “Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

I brought one hand between my legs and toggled my clit.

“I want to feel you come on my cock,” Anthony said, his voice hoarse. I could do that. I rubbed my fingertips in circles around my clit. As Anthony fucked me harder, I stroked myself harder. In only a few minutes, I was coming, my fingers taking me halfway there, Anthony’s cock taking me the rest of the way. To my surprise, he pulled out then, even though I knew he hadn’t climaxed. I looked over my shoulder at him, and I was even more shocked to see him pulling his belt from the loops of his slacks.

“What did I just say to you?” Anthony asked. My mind whirred. Then I understood how he wanted me to respond.

“You-you told me that getting so turned on by being spanked might earn me a second punishment.”

Anthony smiled, but his smile was different than any I’d ever seen. I caught a hint of sadism in his grin, and I gave a half-gasp as I saw how much he was enjoying this.

“I want you over the back of the chair,” Anthony instructed.

I obeyed. Anthony pulled my thong all the way down and off. I stepped out of the panties. Anthony bent down to retrieve them, and then he said, “Open your mouth.”

Again, I obeyed, shocked as he put my wet panties into my mouth and had me bite down on them. He snapped his leather belt in the air.

Holy fuck. I jumped, and Anthony laughed.

“We’ll start slow,” he promised, and he did. He let the leather belt fall gently against my backside. It was a kiss of leather rather than a bite. I moaned into the panties. Anthony let the next blow strike me a little harder. Then a little harder. I arched my back, showing Anthony with my body how turned on he was making me. This was even sexier than the hand-spanking. Being punished with Anthony’s belt tripped all of my favorite fantasies. He started to spank me in a groove — a few soft blows followed by a stinging one — then back to slow and steady.

I saw images of the movie we’d watched playing in my mind. I remembered passages I’d read in Victorian erotica and in our favorite kinky magazines. Anthony smacked me over and over with the belt in a lulling, almost hypnotic rhythm.

Suddenly, I realized I was going to come. I didn’t know if Anthony would like that. I didn’t know if he could tell that I was on the brink. And I didn’t know what to do. He’d put the panties in my mouth, but he hadn’t given me any instruction. What would happen if I let them go? What would happen if I came without permission?

I took a risk.

I opened my mouth, and the panties fell out.

Anthony saw the fuchsia thong fall to the floor. He stopped spanking me. “I’m going to come,” I said, in a rush. “Anthony, I’m going to come again.”

He speared me once more. This time, he seemed determined that we climax together. He fucked me harder and deeper than I’d ever felt before. I climaxed in waves, the pleasure lapping at me, the echo of the pain enhancing the bliss I felt at his touch.

Anthony pulled out when he reached his own limits, and he shot his load across my asscheeks. He used one palm to sensuously rub the semen into my skin. I purred at his touch. Our first kinky interlude had been sublime. I was so decimated by pleasure that it took me several minutes to catch my breath. When I was ready, we gathered our clothes up and walked nude through the library. This was thrilling, as well, being so cavalier in our nakedness. I felt as if we’d broken down a thousand barriers in our lovemaking. The front door to kink was wide open. There was so much more for us to try.

We cleaned up in the library bathroom, but I did not bother to put my thong back on. Anthony saw me tuck the bit of floss into my backpack, and he smiled at me.

“Maybe you’ll have to be naughty more often,” he said.

“Only if you promise to punish me,” I told him.

“Deal.” He helped me gather my belongings. We headed out of the library together, the doors whooshing shut behind us with a “shh-shh” noise that seemed appropriate for all that we had just done … and all that we might do in the future.