Katie - The Library

[ACWriting 17]

** A young librarian helps a desperate cheerleader in the uni library. Contains desperation, public wetting, and a little bit of lesbian domination** 

 

Part 1

"Um, excuse me, miss?"

Katie looked up from the books she was shelving, kneeling on the fading carpet. Her eyes tracing up the sandalled feet, the long slender legs, the short pleated light grey skirt. Standing, her eyes lingered on the white Hilfiger shirt, stretched tight across a lacy bra, nipples just visible through the fabric. Bleached blonde hair in a high ponytail, big blue eyes, pouty red lips. One of the cheerleaders, who had been working on an assignment all week. 

Katie tried not to bite her lip. She adjusted her round glasses to disguise her blush. In her long brown skirt, stockings, and loose jumper, mousy brown hair pulled back in a severe ponytail, Katie was the model image of a stern, dowdy librarian, though she was just a few years older than the girl in front of her. "Yes, how can I help you darling?"

The girl handed her a note. "Um, I was wondering if you could help me find these books? I need them for my assignment, but I got so lost when I tried to look for them." She let out a schoolgirl giggle that made Katie's heart flutter.

Katie looked at the titles and reference numbers on the note. "Ah, one's just down the far end, but the other's in the special reserve." She smiled sweetly. "Do you mind if I shelve some of these on our way? I need to finish them before we close."

The girl nodded brightly. "Of course! I didn't mean to interrupt you. Thank you so much!"

"Abbie, wasn't it?" Katie asked. "Second year?"

The cheerleader grinned. "Yes miss, but I just moved."

"And are you liking it here?"

"Oh yes!" Abbie nodded, "It's so much bigger than my old uni, and everyone here is so nice." She blushed. "And there's a lot of really handsome boys."

Katie paused to slide a book onto a shelf, hiding her own grin. Abbie's enthusiasm was infectious, and there was an endearing youthful innocence to her that gave her terrible thoughts. "Oh, they must be falling over themselves trying to talk to you."

Abbie blushed deeper. "Thank you miss, there's been a few of them..." Katie raised an eyebrow, and Abbie made a shocked face. "Not like that miss! Just talking!"

Katie chuckled and put a gentle hand on Abbie's arm. "I know darling, just teasing." She left her fingers there a moment longer than she should have, watching Abbie's eyes widen. Katie could feel her nipple piercings pressing against her bra, her heartbeat almost making them vibrate. Composure, she thought, don’t think about where you’d rather put those fingers. "And how are the cheerleaders treating you?"

"Oh, they're great! The training is tough, but we've got a competition..." They chatted as they walked through the aisles, Katie putting books on the shelves. Every time they stopped, Katie watched Abbie cross her legs, squeezing her thighs together. 

"Now, let's see, it should be just here..." Katie bent over to look for Abbie's book. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the cheerleader gingerly shifting from foot to foot. Take your time… "Ah, here it is." Katie pulled the book and held it out to Abbie. "Everything alright, dear?" she asked.

The cheerleader quickly uncrossed her legs. "Mhmm, fine." She bounced on her knees and fiddled with the hem of her skirt. Katie raised an eyebrow. "It’s just…” A wave of urgency left her breathless for a moment, then the words came tumbling out. “It’s just the bathrooms up here are out of order, and I didn't want to get up and go all the way downstairs, and now I really need to pee and I thought I could hold it but -" She clamped her hand to her mouth with a gasp. 

"Oh sweetheart, it's okay," said Katie sympathetically, putting her hand on Abbie's arm again. This time, the contact was electric. A cool bead of sweat dripped down her back, and a bead of something else dripped into her panties. "Do you think you can hold on a little longer? We'll find your book, and then I can let you into the staff bathrooms."

Abbie’s reaction was far more obvious. Her nipples strained against her top, heat rushing to her face. She bit her lip and whimpered softly through her fingers. She nodded and reached out to take the book, letting out a shy smile. The heel of her other hand pressed against her skirt. "Yes miss, I think I can hold it. I really need this book."

Katie beamed at her. "Good girl." Abbie visibly melted a little. How pretty you’d look on your knees. "We'll be quick, I promise." 

Abbie's desperation grew visibly worse as they continued through the library. Katie stopped twice to put books away, and Abbie stood just behind her and crossed her legs. Another student stopped them to ask a question, and Abbie gripped her book with white-knuckled intensity, squeezing her thighs together. Her chest heaved as she tried to control her breathing. A faint sheen of sweat dappled her forehead. 

The other student kept looking over the librarian's shoulder in puzzlement, and Katie was sure he hadn’t heard anything she’d just said. Abbie smiled nervously at him. He looked away and stammered a quick thank you to Katie, holding his bag in front of the bulge in his crotch.

"You can't go distracting all the boys like that darling, whatever will people think?" Katie smiled slyly at the poor cheerleader as they walked down the corridor to the special reserve.

"I'm sorry miss, I just really have to go." Abbie bounced constantly from foot to foot.

"Do you want me to let you in the bathrooms now?" Katie asked. "They're just down the end of this hall."

She shook her head vigorously. "No miss, it's okay, I promise I can hold it."

"If you're sure." Abbie did not look sure. Katie punched in the code for the door and held it open for her. "Now let's see..." They walked down one aisle, and then a second, before finally stopping halfway down the outside aisle. Abbie held her book to her chest, conscious of the mirrored window. She hoped there was no one behind it. What would they think, seeing a flustered, squirming cheerleader trying not to wet herself, legs writhing beneath her short skirt? 

"It should be just here," Katie said, peering down at the shelf. She ran her fingers along the spines. Some of the titles were faded, and the stickers peeling off. Behind her, she heard a gasp, and a quiet pattering sound that quickly cut off. A stifled whimper, Abbie clearly holding her breath. Katie pulled the book out and turned around. "Here you go. Shall we..." 

Abbie stood wide eyed and panicky, book clutched to her chest, thighs squeezed together. Wet streaks ran down her legs, dark droplets on the carpet around her feet. "I'm sorry miss," she whimpered softly. "I don't think..." Another stream punctuated her whimpers. "I don't think I can hold it any more, I'm so sorry, I can't stop it, oh!" She spread her trembling legs slightly, and the floodgates opened.

Katie watched as pee gushed from under Abbie's skirt. Streams poured down her legs, sheeting between her thighs, splattering off her calves. The puddle spread quickly under her feet, soaking into the thin carpet. Abbie whined softly as she tried to stop it. She clamped her thighs together, until a wet patch started to form on the front of her skirt. Gasping, she ripped it up and spread her legs again, allowing Katie a perfect view of her white lacy panties streaming with piss, almost transparent with wetness, the fabric pulled tight against her perfect, smooth lips.

"Oh, you poor little girl," Katie murmured, her pussy flooding at the sight of this gorgeous cheerleader completely wetting herself in front of her. How lovely that would feel running over my fingers. 

Despite her embarrassment, Abbie's face was bathed with a look of relief, panting and letting out faint little giggles. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her bottom lip deliciously, trying to suppress a smile. "I'm sorry, miss," she whimpered. "I really couldn't hold it anymore."

Katie stepped closer and put her hand on Abbie's face. "And here I was thinking I would get out early tonight." She leaned in and kissed her, softly, and Abbie kissed her hungrily. Katie chuckled and pushed her back. She looked down at the note in her hand. "Well you certainly weren't lying." Scrawled in hasty letters below the book references was, 'I have to pee RIGHT NOW do you want me to go to the bathroom y/n?'

"I barely thought I was going to last that long, I nearly wet myself writing it." She looked at Katie shyly. "I can go get cleaned up now if you want?"

Katie was suddenly stern again, circling Abbie, taking in the obvious piss streaks covering the backs of her legs; unfortunately, the back of her skirt had remained relatively unscathed. "I think not," she chided. "A pissy little girl like you needs to be punished." She ran one finger down Abbie's spine, then over her skirt, pressing the dry fabric into her wet panties. "Go back to your desk and wait for me while I close the library."

Abbie stiffened in fear and excitement. "Yes miss," she whimpered. "I'm sorry I made such a mess."

Katie looked at her sternly. "I better not see another one underneath your chair by the time I get there."


****

 

So, my first piece of smut writing on the internet. A little while ago, I started writing a couple of 2nd-person kinky-lesbian-cheerleader-fantasy short stories for a play partner. That turned into a series which quickly grew legs, taking on a life of its own with supporting characters, origin stories, and a whole university setting. This one's a standalone within the setting that I wrote to show a couple of less-kinky writing friends, and they encouraged me to put it online to get some feedback, so here we are. Please let me know what you think! Might try and get more of the series up here eventually.  Part 2 coming soon...

[wetwulf 3,324]

Very hot! Both a sexy cheerleader AND a hot librarian? I'm swooning right now. Looking forward to part 2!

[Alpian 687]

Very well written and a hot storyline - if you've got more of that, I'm sure going to have a look!

[ACWriting 17]

Part 2

 

Katie locked the library door. The last  hour had crawled by, knowing Abbie was sitting waiting for her. She'd passed her briefly on her final rounds. The cheerleader had seemed engrossed in her work, but underneath the table her knees had been bouncing furiously. Behind the counter again, out of sight of the windows, she slipped her hand down the front of her skirt and into her stockings. Her panties were soaking wet, and she pulled the lacy lingerie aside, sliding one finger, then another, between her lips. Her legs trembled, and she succumbed to the urge to play with herself for a moment. But only for a moment, because discipline wasn't just for naughty cheerleaders. Katie sucked her fingers clean and picked up the wooden half-meter ruler. 

Abbie was squirming in her seat, one hand shoved between her legs. Katie crept up behind her, placing a small webcam on a bookshelf. She slapped the ruler down on the table, making Abbie jump. “And how are you fairing, my dear?” she asked. 

“Oh I've been such a good girl, miss,” Abbie gushed, grinding on the heel of her palm, “but you scared me and I think I leaked a little bit.” 

“Did you now?” Katie sat on the desk, pushing Abbie back with the end of the ruler. “Show me.”

Abbie slid her chair back, gingerly pulling her hand away from her skirt. The wet patch on the front was much more prominent now, a smaller damp circle visible on the seat fabric. Katie separated her thighs with the ruler, then lifted up the front of her skirt. Abbie whimpered, clenching her fingers against her thigh, trying to sit as still as possible as Katie revealed her panties. It was no use though, a small stream spilling through her underwear and onto the chair. “Oh dear, you’re that desperate again, are you?”
Abbie nodded furiously, eyes screwed shut as she grinded into the seat. Katie’s voice was suddenly very close in her ear. “Well if you’re going to act like such a desperate little girl, you should probably hold yourself like one.” 

She gasped and slammed her hands between her legs again, screwing her skirt into her pussy. Her bladder spasmed, piss gushing through her fingers, soaking the seat. She barely managed to get it under control again, but she could hear the tell-tale dripping as it ran onto the carpet. 

“Stand up,” Katie ordered. Abbie made a show of reluctance, so Katie rapped her across the thigh. “Stand.” 

Abbie quivered as she stood, clenching her legs together. Katie traced the ruler around the hem of her skirt, the back of it completely drenched. The first spank resounded loudly against the wet fabric. “You made such a mess of yourself, didn’t you darling?” 

Abbie was too desperate for words by this point. Her breath was coming in short pants, and her hands were clenched between her shaking legs. Pee slowly dribbled down the inside of her thigh. A dribble that became a stream as the slap of the ruler resounded through the empty library. “Miss, I tried to hold on!” she cried. “I didn’t let it get on the carpet!”

“Hmm, that’s true.” Katie pushed her forward roughly. Abbie threw her hands out, screwing her legs together, but she knew it was a lost cause. “So you don’t deserve any extra punishment,” Katie said, trying not to sound too disappointed. She flipped the wet skirt up, exposing Abbie’s toned ass. She smacked it gently. “Stand still.” 

Whimpering, Abbie held herself as still as she could, her bladder screaming at her. She shuddered as pee soaked through the bottom of her t-shirt. Katie admired her pale, smooth cheeks in their unblemished state, glistening with pee, pussy lips visible through the wet lace of her panties. Smack! The sound of wooden ruler hitting damp flesh echoed through the empty library. Smack! “You were such a naughty girl, weren’t you Abbie?” 

“Mhmm,” was all Abbie could manage, biting her lower lip to stop from crying out. Smack! Eyes screwed up, trying to keep her legs from writhing in desperation, she felt her bladder weakening with each spank, piss slowly dribbling down her thighs. Five, then six. “Miss, please, I don't know if I can hold it.” Katie didn't let up. Two more loud, wet smacks. “Oh miss, I'm going to lose control.” Crying now, desperately holding it in, each stroke of the ruler sending shock waves through her body. On the tenth, it all gave way. Piss gushed into her panties, streaming down her legs all over again. This time, she couldn’t keep the shiver of pleasure running through her, relief 

“Oh you filthy, wet, little, slut,” Katie said, punctuating her words with strokes of the ruler. Abbie cried out in pleasure, wiggling her ass at each one. The saturated lace of her panties barely slowed the stream, and Katie had to step back to avoid her skirt getting splashed as pee rained down on the carpet. Abbie shoved her laptop to the side and lay face down on the table, angling her ass as high as she could. Katie obliged with a particularly hard smack, making her cry out in pleasure and pain. 

Finally, the torrent slowed, then stopped. Katie gave her one final stroke for good measure, then tenderly slid her fingers over the red welts. “You took that so well, my dear,” Katie said. 

Abbie groaned, pressing her ass against the fingers of the hand that just beat her. “It felt so good, miss, and I was such a naughty girl.” She gasped as Katie pressed her fingers to her panties. “Oh, they're so wet miss, I made such a mess of myself.” 

“And all over my carpet, not once but twice,” Katie replied. She kept her fingers there for a few moments, resisting the urge to pull those panties aside and finger her to an earth-shattering orgasm, but that certainly wasn’t allowed. Her own panties were a sopping mess already, and if Abbie had put her hand up Katie’s skirt, she was sure she would have squirted all over her in seconds. 

Instead, Katie gave her ass a final slap and pushed her back down onto the chair, perching on the desk in front of her. Abbie winced as her bruised ass squelched on the wet seat. She slid forward, a defiant spurt of pee making her skirt glisten, dribbling into the puddle between her feet. Her breath heaved, t-shirt stretched tight across her boobs, nipples poking through her bra. Her eyes glistened, but her blushing cheeks stayed dry. Katie picked up Abbie’s phone off the table and pointed the camera at her. “How do I look, miss?” she asked.
Katie smirked. “How do you think you look?” 

“Like a wet little girl.” Abbie pulled down her top, teasingly exposing herself while Katie filmed her. 

“Is that all?” When Abbie nodded, Katie slapped her gently. “Tell me what you think you look like.”

“Like a wet little baby, miss,” Abbie groaned, one hand playing with her nipple under her bra, the other pulling up her skirt. Katie slapped her again. “Like a wet little whore, miss.” 

“Mmm, closer.” Abbie’s back arched as her fingers pressed against her wet panties. “What are you?”

“A wet little whore, miss,” Abbie gasped, rubbing her saturated panties, “just a pissy, wet little whore.” 

“Much better,” Katie said, filming her playing with herself. 

“Can I cum, miss? Please?” Abbie begged.

Katie put the phone down on the desk and stood over Abbie. She took her face in one hand and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “No, I don’t think you deserve that.” Abbie looked crestfallen. “Oh, don’t be so upset. I’m sure you’ll be allowed to after training.”

“But I’m going to be so distracted, miss!” she whined. Katie gave her a stern look. “Sorry, miss.” 

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She pressed her fingers against Abbie’s panties one last time, then stood up. “Now, you know where the staff bathrooms are?” Abbie nodded. “Good. Well go get yourself cleaned up, otherwise you’ll be late for training.” As she walked away, Katie said over her shoulder, “Oh, and you'll find something new in there, feel free to use it if you like.” 

Katie sauntered away, leaving the dripping, panting cheerleader sprawled in her chair. 

[Masterpee93 6]

Grate story and a real turn on I love it

[Alpian 687]

Corporal punishment is not so much my thing, but given the general direction of the story, I'm still looking forward to the next part!