‘From the look on your face Ken it’s clear that you have obviously believed the stereotype about librarians. Well Ken I am here to show you that the stereotype is wrong and that it is the quiet ones that you have to look out for. In this library we do not go in for silly little sanctions such as fining people when they bring the books back late, break the rules of silence or breach the terms of our electronic licenses instead we go for much more punitive sanctions which teach the individual a lesson but even more importantly they teach ever other library user that we are serious about our rules as the sanctions are filmed and put on the Library website for all to see. As you have committed multiple offences in each of these areas you will suffer an extremely severe punishment’ Miss Barber, the University Librarian, says sharply as she is sat on a high, hard backed chair with a hairbrush ominously tapping on her thigh.
‘Your punishment will begin with a hairbrush spanking from me for repeatedly returning your books late. You will then be handed over to our User Services Librarian, Miss Owen, who will deal with your inability to maintain silence when you are within the Library. Finally you will be passed to Miss Weiss, our Technical Services Librarian, who signs all of our licenses and therefore takes a very dim view on anyone breaking the terms of these’ Miss Barber says with the hairbrush tapping more forcefully on her thigh.
‘You will come and stand here then drop your trousers’ Miss Barber says pointing to a spot on the floor on her right hand side with the hairbrush. Nervously Ken steps forward to Miss Barber’s side and it is clear that she is losing her patience rapidly. Ken undoes the belt on his trousers and opens them up. Before he can push them down his legs Miss Barber has taken hold of the waistband and pulls them down violently taking the boxer shorts with her at the same time. Miss Barber then grabs his arm and hauls him down over her lap. Ken is disoriented by the suddenness of this change of position and his hands scrabble on the floor.
‘Fighting against me will only make things worse for you Ken’ Miss Barber says as she is slamming the hairbrush down onto his bottom. A blazing fire is ignited in Ken’s bottom even with this first stroke and instinctively one of his feet kicks up off of the ground.
‘Keep those feet on the floor Ken!’ Miss Barber barks, ‘although I have no idea what Miss Owen or Miss Weiss will do to you I am confident in saying that what they give you will be a lot worse than anything I do to you so I would save your energy’ she says, punctuating each word with a heavy smack of the brush. Miss Barber is relentless in her spanking with blows landing on Ken’s bottom every second for what feels like hours but in reality was probably not more than a couple of minutes.
‘According to your borrower record 58 out of the 60 books that you have ever borrowed from this Library have been late. You will therefore receive 58 smacks of this brush’ Miss Barber announces and if the previous spanking had been hard each of these smacks was even harder with a longer pause between them so that each of them was felt to the fullest effect. Many of them were delivered to the area that joined the bottom and thigh where the skin was particularly sensitive and cool as it had not been touched previously. Each smack was accompanied by a cry from Ken and he was almost hoarse by the time that Miss Barber stopped spanking him.
‘I trust that from now on you will return all books on time Ken?’ Miss Barber asks.
‘Yes Miss Barber’ Ken answers quietly and hoarsely.
‘I am very glad to hear that Ken. Now stand up and pull up your pants and trousers while I inform Miss Owen that she can come and collect you’ Miss Barber says very sharply. When Miss Owen walks into the room to collect Ken his heart sinks into his boots as it was only a couple of weeks ago that he was very rude to her when she instructed him to be quiet within the study room. Ken hoped that with the number of people that Miss Owen would see on a daily basis that she would have forgotten him but this notion was quickly knocked out of his head.
‘It’s a pleasure to see you again Ken although by the time I’m through with you today I rather suspect that you will not be describing it as a pleasure’ Miss Owen says with a sharp look across her face, ‘follow me’ she finishes before setting off out of Miss Barber’s office. After a short walk down a couple of corridors Miss Owen stops at a door, opening it for Ken to enter and as he is doing so a very sharp smack lands on his sore bottom making him flinch.
‘Trousers and pants off Ken’ Miss Owen instructs as she is closing and locking the office door behind her. Ken is still taking his shoes off when Miss Owen turns round.
‘You don’t seem to realise the gravity of your situation Ken. If I were you I would not upset me any further through disobedience’ Miss Owen barks as she is striding past Ken to her desk, ‘I see that Miss Barber has used her trusty hairbrush on your bottom Ken, already it looks rather purple and bruised. I enjoy horse riding Ken so it is perhaps no surprise that I prefer implements like riding crops and because of your rudeness to me a couple of weeks ago I am going to select my cruellest and most dramatic sounding crop. It’s so thin and makes such a sound that you could probably describe it more accurately as a whip but however it’s described it leaves its mark’ Miss Owen explains as she is cutting the implement through the air and it does sound as if it is slicing through it.
‘Put your hands on the back of that low chair Ken’ Miss Owen instructs.
‘That won’t do at all. Your shirt tails are obscuring your bottom. Stand up and take the shirt off’ Miss Owen comments in very quick succession and without even standing up Ken unbuttons his shirt and lets it drop onto the floor when he has taken it off.
‘Pick it up and put it neatly with the rest of your clothes’ Miss Owen snaps angrily swishing the whip through the air with even greater venom, ‘the normal punishment I would give for repeatedly failing to observe the rules of silence is ten lashes with a crop and this is what you would have received had it not been for your rudeness to me. That rudeness has doubled the punishment to twenty lashes per offence and as you have committed three offences I make that a total of sixty lashes. As in the Library I expect silence in my office and therefore if you make any noise during the punishment I will start again. Do you understand?’ Miss Owen asks.
‘Yes Miss Owen I understand’ Ken answers nervously.
‘Very well we shall begin’ Miss Owen responds and as she is finishing the sentence the first lash of the crop has bitten into Ken’s bottom. The sting is absolutely phenomenal and it feels like Miss Owen has taken a knife to his bottom. Involuntarily Ken gives a sharp yelp.
‘Oh dear Ken this will turn out to be a very long afternoon for you if you do not do better than that at maintaining your silence’ Miss Owen says patronisingly before delivering a torrent of lashes to Ken’s bottom. There is then a pause as Miss Owen walks in front of Ken and sits herself down on the edge of her desk to look into Ken’s face.
‘I don’t take very kindly to silly little men calling me names’ Miss Owen says before stepping towards Ken and bringing the whip down onto his bottom vertically cutting across all of her existing stripes and making sure that the tip of the whip bit into his thighs. Ken was fighting the urge to cry out at this new and very sharp pain by gripping the back of the seat he was holding so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
‘Well done Ken let’s see if you can take the remaining two thirds of the punishment silently’ Miss Owen says to remind Ken that she is a long way from being finished with him. Ken’s resolve weakens at this point as his heart is sinking towards his feet but somehow he manages to remain silent as the next section of the beating is delivered. Tears are forming at the corner of Ken’s eyes as Miss Owen saw when she took her position on the desk again to look down on Ken.
‘It’s such a pleasure to make a grown man cry’ Miss Owen muses before stepping forward and resuming the vertical whipping. Ken has some idea of what to expect this time and while it is still incredibly painful as the tip bites into his thigh the shock isn’t there. That was until Miss Owen started to aim for the cleft in Ken’s bottom so that the tip of the whip was coming forward and landing very close to his balls. Ken tried to draw away from this attack but a hand on his head from Miss Owen stopped him.
‘One more movement from you Ken and I will start again’ she says while continuing the whipping before eventually stepping back and sitting on the desk.
‘I’d forgotten how much of a work-out it is giving a whipping like that Ken so I hope that you are able to remain silent within the Library from now on because if not it will give me the greatest of pleasure to repeat the sanction. I suggest that you get dressed quickly Ken because I’ve known Miss Weiss take people naked from this office to her own office and that would certainly give the rest of the staff and our library users a nice view of a bruised and striped bottom’ Miss Owen says as she is picking up the phone. A few minutes later there is a knock on the office door.
‘I suggest that you answer that Ken as it will be for you’ Miss Owen says from a position sitting behind her desk. Ken opens the door fully and is grabbed by his ear. With a sharp tug Ken is pulled out into the corridor and hauled off down it past the staff room where people don’t seem at all surprised by the sight and then out across the main foyer of the library where people do turn and watch him go past with a mix of shock and amusement on their faces. The humiliation of being pulled like a naughty child through the public area of the building is almost worse than the pain in his ear. Ken is led down into basement store filled with dusty old books and equipment but he continues to be dragged to the far end of the room.
‘Welcome to my territory Ken, down here no-one in any other part of the building will hear your cries and as the breaches of our electronic licences have the potential to cost us lots of money I am going to administer the harshest of the punishments so you will almost certainly be crying by the time I’m through with you. Unlike my colleague Miss Owen who you have just seen I do not insist on silence, indeed if you remain silent I will think that I’m not doing a good enough job’ Miss Weiss barks into Ken’s ear before finally letting go of it, ‘strip completely Ken’ was the final command. There was something about Miss Weiss that frightened Ken far more than he had been with either Miss Barber of Miss Owen so he didn’t even think of disobeying the command.
‘Stand up straight with your hands clasped behind your head’ Miss Weiss instructs walking towards Ken with her hands sheathed in black leather gloves that stood out starkly against the crisp white blouse that buttoned right up to the neck. Standing in front of Ken and looking up into his face Miss Weiss holds his gaze like a magnet and he doesn’t really notice her hands coming up onto his chest where they grab hold of his nipples and pull them out from his chest before twisting them painfully. This alone was enough to make Ken cry out in pain.
‘Oh good a man with typically sensitive nipples, let’s see what I have left down here that will allow me to play on that’ Miss Weiss muses quietly and before she walks off again she pulls and twists the nipples again, ‘oh look there are some old bulldog clips here’ she grins and comes back with a couple of the larger ones in her hands. With sadistic delight written all over her face Miss Weiss pings the bulldog clips closed over the nipples on Ken’s chest drawing an even sharper cry from him.
‘Just a word of warning for you Ken, I can tell the difference between a genuine pained cry and one that is an attempt to buy some respite and sympathy. Both are music to my ears but for different reasons. The first one shows that I’m doing a really good job and the second gives me a chance to unleash the full scope of my punishments’ Miss Weiss says delivering a slap to Ken’s chest just below where the clips are sitting so that they bounce uncomfortably on his chest.
‘You have had the hairbrush and the crop I see Ken both of which have left your bottom in a lovely state. I come from a navy family so it’s only fitting that I follow that tradition with a cat and apply that to your shoulders and back’ Miss Weiss explains pulling Ken forward by his ear again and positioning him between two steel posts.
‘That should keep your hands nice and out of the way while I am flogging you’ Miss Weiss says as she is securing his arms to the posts by means of some leather cuffs attached to the posts with short lengths of rope. Miss Weiss is soon back standing in front of Ken but this time she has her whip in her hand at it’s a truly frightening sight. Each of the nine tails is a thick strand of leather of slightly different lengths but all with at least one knot in it.
‘The licence whose terms you breached costs us around £265,000 Ken so let’s make it one lash for every £10,000 and round it up to a total of thirty lashes to compensate me for the time that I’ve taken investigating the breach’ Miss Weiss says moving behind Ken as she is finishing the sentence. Ken closes his eyes and waits for the flogging to begin but it doesn’t to begin with as Miss Weiss is letting his fear build. Almost without a sound the cat is swung through the air and lands heavily on Ken’s back close to his right shoulder knocking the breath right out of him.
‘I’ll just let that sink in for a moment or two and you can contemplate another 29 even harder lashes Ken’ Miss Weiss says cruelly although Ken had already realised that this was going to be the worst of the punishments from the first lash. The second lash lands in a matching place on the left hand side and this time the cry from Ken is almost instantaneous and he certainly wasn’t making it up as it was really painful.
‘That’s just what I want to hear Ken’ Miss Weiss announces just before she delivers the third lash right across the centre of Ken’s back so that there doesn’t feel like an inch of skin that hasn’t met the cat. Miss Weiss is really methodical with her punishment but even though there is a defined rhythm to the strokes Ken can’t prepare himself for the next one because the pain is too all encompassing that it takes over his brain completely. Ken isn’t even aware what reactions he is giving to each lash and couldn’t have said if Miss Weiss had said anything in between them. Eventually Ken’s wrists are released from the cuffs and he sinks down onto his knees and looks down at the floor. Miss Weiss watches him for a few minutes without saying a word.
‘That is your punishment over Ken and I don’t think I will ever be seeing you again for breaching the terms of a licence but remember that Miss Barber may decide that any future breach of the rules will be dealt with by me. Despite what you may think it gives none of us any pleasure to punish you in this way and that is why we film the punishments because it should act as a major deterrent. You will be emailed a full copy of your punishment and I suggest that you watch it thoroughly so that it deters you from breaking the rules again. You may take your time before getting dressed’ Miss Weiss finishes but remains watching Ken as he struggles to his feet and makes his way over to where his clothes are. It is a very slow and painful process getting dressed for Ken but eventually he has managed it and is led out of the library.
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