Katie - The Librarian Pt. 02

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, one hand clenched between her shaking legs, the other holding herself from collapsing across the table. 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 other hand 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 back 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.

"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 her bra 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.