It’s Wednesday, it’s Silver Flash time and this week it’s a brand new story, woo! The prompt this week was: We called her the friendly Librarianand this is what I did with it.

Lady Librarian

We called her the friendly Librarian but it was totally ironic. She ruled the university Library with her heavy rimmed glasses and her heavier stare. People didn’t dare to even whisper in her presence let alone actually speak in a normal tone.

I thought she was hot, though. Maybe it was my status as a mature student or my inclination to adore strong women or a combination of the two. Where every other student feared her, I lusted after her. I would misbehave just to feel her stare on me as that was the only way she would even acknowledge I was there.

One day I walked into to the library moments before it closed. It was just before 8pm on a Wednesday, the library’s late opening day and I was delighted to find the Friendly Librarian behind the desk.

“Mr Robertson I was about to close up.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just bringing back these books.”

“Right, fine,” she huffed, “just let me lock the door before any other idiot tries to walk in. I will let you out when you’re done.”

And as she strode off, sensible corduroy skirt swinging I thanked my lucky stars for the opportunity. I pulled out my books and laid them on her desk. I heard the lock clunk close and waited apprehensively. I knew my dream was about to come true.

“What do you call this?” she said as she picked up a science textbook dog-eared and forlorn.

“It was like that when I check it out, Miss,” I said with utmost reverence.

“I very much doubt it, Mr Robertson, I would not allow such tat on MY shelves. Now tell me the truth.”

We stared at each other for a moment. Her steel blue gaze highlighted by her glasses. My attempt to resist it soon failed and I ended up looking at the end of my shoes.

“I apologise,” I mumbled and shuffled my feet, “we had a party and some drink was spilled. This textbook bore the brunt of most of it. I did try to dry it out though.”

She tutted as she flicked through the pages, caressing their edges like the book was a wounded friend.

“I am very disappointed in you Mr Robertson. I know you are loud and obnoxious but I thought you liked books.”

“I do, Miss,” I replied, “I am very sorry this happened. Will I get a fine?”

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation, “the price of replacing the book.”

“How much is that?” I replied and pulled out my slim wallet.

“Twenty-four pounds and ninety nine pence,” she replied primly, “we can’t take cheques.”

“I can’t afford that,” I held open my wallet, it contained a few receipts and my student union card, “I’m skint until the new term. Is there any kind of alternative payment I could give you?”

She slowly shook her head and sighed.

“If you cannot pay then you must be punished.”

“Don’t kick me off my course,” the words fell out of my mouth in a rush, “I am so close to finishing.”

“I do not have the authority to do that,” she replied, “I was thinking of corporal punishment.”

I tried to hide a smile. Now that was more like it.

“What do you mean Miss?” I asked.

“I mean a damn good spanking. I am sick of your poor attitude in my library. You are loud and brash and obnoxious and it needs to be beaten out of you.”

“So if I let you physically punish me you will let me off without paying for the book.”

“Once I have deemed you have paid, yes.”

“Okay then.” I agreed.

“Sign this,” she said and scribbled frantically, “a waiver. It says you agree to your punishment and will keep up with it as long as I deem necessary.”

“Certainly.” I signed the paper. My heart beat so hard it felt like it jumped around in my chest.

“Right, take down your trousers, bend over and hold on to the desk.”

“You said nothing about…”

“Shut up! You just agreed to do everything I tell you to do. If I have to tell you twice again I will double your punishment. “

“Yes, Miss.”

I dropped my trousers and lent forward. I licked my lips. I was nervous and excited and I waited eagerly for the first strike.

“The moment I hit you, there will be no going back. This is your one last chance to change your mind.”

I kept silent. I wanted this, I had desired her domination from the first day I saw her and as her hard, cool hand slapped down on my buttock protected only by a thin layer of material I whimpered, not from pain but with pure delight.

“I think you’re going to enjoy this,” she smiled, “you naughty boy.”

“Yes, Miss.” I answered. She was exactly right.

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Julie Hayes (M/M)

Lindsay Klug (M/F)

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Heather Lin (M/F)

Ryssa Edwards (M/M)

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I’m sure most of us, if not all of us, have heard the saying, “Real women have curves.” But women aren’t the only ones with knockout curves.

“The curves were simply sensual, beautiful. Her hands caressed the hard body as they traveled over the smooth silken surface.” – from Ruby Red Metallic available at Breathless Press.

Yes, Alaina, my car thief in Ruby Red Metallic, appreciated the sensual curves of the cars she stole: Porsche 911 GT2, Dodge Viper SRT 10, Ford GT 40.

There’s many other cars that have sexy curves such as the Jaguar XK or XKR coupes or the Corvette, to name just two. Those curves make men turn their heads and stare, not just at women, but at the cars, too.

I can imagine some women out there are going to feel insulted for being compared to a car, but if you really think about it, it’s actually a compliment. How so?

Take the Porsche 911 GT2. Not only does it have great curves, but it’s absolutely gorgeous. It’s refined, classy and sophisticated. What woman wouldn’t love to hear those things said about her?

Can you think of other ways that women and cars are alike?

Alaina knows her cars, and she doesn’t view what she does for a living as stealing. Using all the physical attributes she has at her disposal, she merely acquires the high-end vehicles for a business partner. Although the beautiful cars turn her on, she has her heart set on a particular gem. When she finds her jewel, Alaina is pleasantly surprised by its handsome owner, Scott.

Now she’s faced with a dilemma. Does she choose the man or the gem?

Available now from Breathless Press and all good eBook retailers.

Today I am pointing you in the direction of the Hitting the Hotspot Blog. I tell you all about the fun and frolicks I had in Lincoln with Elizabeth Coldwell, Serena Yates and Total-E-Bound’s Claire, Nicki, Heidi and Emmy! It involved Thai food, Reindeers, Bathbombs, Thumbs and these yummy cakes!

It will explain why every time I hear the words ‘thumbs’ and ‘spreadsheets’ I crack up laughing. You will also find out why it is always Christmas in Lincoln! So what are you waiting for? Pop on over and check out my Blog right now!